inflamed hardness of his cock its full length back into Miss Howell's hungrily sucking mouth, feeling the tip of it fuck hard against the back of her throat as the warm surging semen began its mad rush up from his balls.
'Aaaaaauubuuuuggggghhhhh,' grunted in a preliminary seizure. At the same time, he began a rapid finger fucking rhythm in-and-out of her heatedly quivering cunt, his thumb stroking wildly over the pulsing rigid pink bud of her clitoris as he heard another muffled groan rise in her throat.
Rebekah felt the first gush of warm, fresh-tasting sperm come spewing into her mouth an instant later. She gulped, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed to keep from choking. Almost at the same moment, the distant waves of rapture began up inside her own loins. All her mental resistance had been shattered by the sheer perversity of her masochistic passion, and the orally impaled woman was almost delirious with the physical sensation of Jim's young finger fucking up into her quivering cunt and the lewd violation of her mouth. All her defenses had been shattered by her submissive surrender to her warped and obscene lust. Her body was begging for release, and now there was nothing to hold her back.
The twelve year old boy certainly had no experience to draw on, but it didn't take an expert to tell that Miss Howell was excited. Sensing instinctively what was happening, he began to fuck his finger even harder into her moistly quivering cunt as the shocking waves of orgasm flowed uncontrolled through her body. His own ass jerked and lunged in savage rhythm, and he shoved his cock harder and harder between her wetly rounded lips, building to a crescendo of motion as he squirted gush after gush of his virile young sperm into her greedy mouth.
Rebekah swallowed ceaselessly, her own ecstasy only intensifying her own ravenous need to submit. Then at last, exhausted, she let the deflating cock of the moaning boy drop from her mouth just as she let her hand drop from the silk of his poor reddened toes. She closed her eyes, little spasms of ecstasy continuing to course through her own flesh as he withdrew his hand from her loins and dropped back wearily onto the pillows at the head of the bed.
It had worked! Jim Craft couldn't have believed it, but he was sure that it had all worked. She certainly would want to keep him now that he had been a good lover. And he was good, too! The only thing was… He looked down the length of his body to his erect feet. His toes were a bright pink, and God, did they ache! It took him a minute of hard searching of his memory to remember what had happened, and when he did, he scratched his head in puzzlement.
CHAPTER THREE
The shoes and boots still sat in the corner of the kitchen, and Rebekah was resolved that today she would set Jim Craft to work. He simply was not ready for a sexual relationship yet. Why, what would he say when people asked him what he did all day at Rebekah Howell's house? What was he being paid to do? He was not yet ready to stand up against the gossips and the questioners. He had no day of work that he could use for lying with… And so she stiffened when she heard the hesitant knock on the back door the next day. She knew it was Jim Craft. Throughout the whole of last night and the long day today, she had awaited this arrival with a mingling of anticipation and dread. She had not been able to get the young boy out of her mend since yesterday's lurid episode, which even now she could hardly believe she had allowed to happen.
Yesterday, after she had finished sucking off Jim, and she lay basking in her state of post-orgasmic bliss, she had agreed to make this date with him, forget the work and to have actual intercourse with the handsome young boy, who had begged her so beautifully. He was still a virgin, he had told her, and he was most unhappy about that. Technically, he was, she supposed. In the fervor of their recently concluded affair, Rebekah had been all too willing to agree to help him change that technicality, but later, after the satiated youngster had left, reality had returned with all its stark truth. She realized that to make a date for intercourse had been a mistake, that she was placing their future relationship, even their separate well-beings in jeopardy.
What she had already done had been bad enough, very unwise. Still, she saw what she had done as justified by unselfish motivations on her part. After all, he had already started when she found him. She had to do something. But now, if she went ahead and had sexual intercourse with the young boy, she would have no excuse, no justification. It would be a lewd and wanton act committed for the satisfaction of her own unnatural craving… which was okay for later, but not now! Of course, unwise as it might be, she longed to do it. Yesterday's episode had only whetted her appetite.
Now she wanted more and more of the forbidden bliss she knew the young boy had to offer. She hated to wait. But she also knew, that it was necessary to do so. God, she had to or they might even take the house from her. She wasn't sure exactly what happened in the case of an older woman found with a little boy.
The knock was repeated on the door.
'Oh, yes, come in,' Rebekah called in a tremulous voice. The nervous brunette felt her heart pounding as the door opened and little Jim Craft stepped cautiously inside.
'Hello, Miss Howell,' he said smiling bashfully, or so it seemed.
Her own lips quivered as she spoke. 'Hello, Jim, how are you?'
The little boy looked at Miss Howell shrewdly. From the expression on her face he sensed that his worst suspicions had been well founded. She was having second thoughts about going through with what she had agreed to yesterday, and he knew he had to take the initiative immediately.
'Actually I've had a pretty rough day,' the youngster said, gazing sadly down at the floor, trying to think of some reason to make her feel sorry for him. It always worked with his mother when she had something he wanted.
'What's the matter?' Rebekah asked with genuine concern.
'Oh, you know,' he said, making a stab at what he could think of. 'I was so busy looking forward to this afternoon that I had trouble thinking.' He smiled.
Rebekah felt a sinking in her breast, for during the last couple of hours she had hoped to be able to staunchly refuse him, as much as she hated to deny herself this great pleasure with the tantalizing little boy, but now she greatly feared her resolve eaten away. Beyond the moral consideration that she usually felt obliged to keep her word once she gave it, Rebekah had to keep in mind that she was balancing some very delicate forces here. She didn't want him to feel justified in divulging the lewd truth to anyone that she had sucked his cock yesterday.
Yet, oddly, the sinking sensation was followed by a feeling almost of relief. Rebekah found a strange security in the fact that she really had no choice. She would have had to have sex with him now, even if she didn't want to. But she did want to, desperately, and to an unnatural degree. Even so, she realized that it was imperative that she make one thing perfectly clear, that this was an unusual event and not something that would happen again. She would take his virginity for him if he needed it gone that badly. Then once having set up that barrier, she would worry about tearing it back down later.
The beautiful thirty two year old woman took a deep breath, her tongue flicking out of her mouth to moisten her sensuously quivering lips as she spoke. 'Today, all right, Jim, but you must understand something. After today, we won't be able to keep on doing this. We have to pretend that yesterday and today never happened and you'll just go on with your job, okay?'
Jim Craft hesitated. He was beginning to believe he had tapped a hidden source of genius within himself. A male, no matter how young or old, is always a little amazed when he successfully handles a female. 'Yes, ma'am,' he told her. He could afford victory on a day to day basis. According to Tommy, she was just a little slower at it than the boys would like. 'I… I know you're right.'
Rebekah felt a flooding emotion rise to her heart, a lump fill her throat at those tender and loving words from this handsome boy.
'It will be hard for me, too, Jim. I'm very human. But it's going to have to be that way.'
Then, overcome by the poignancy of her feelings, the attractive brunette stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around the young boy, pulling his face warmly to her fully rounded tits, breathing softly into his ear and nuzzling her chin in his hair as she held him tightly against her love-starved body. Then, as the boy's eager hands dropped to the rounded ripeness of her asscheeks to pull her body even closer to him, the curvaceous woman felt the short prod of the young boy's already erected cock straining against his trousers, brushing shockingly right up against her sensitive inner thighs. A surging emotion that could only be called lust swept over
