The beautiful thirty-two year old woman's shamelessly aroused body was coming to life. She was caught in the spell of a wanton excitement that began deep in her cunt and flowered relentlessly out through all of her naked flesh. She was obsessed, tossing and writhing more savagely in her response to the titillation of her all-consuming lust. And Jim Craft was the young boy who prompted all this. She turned her head and gazed at his little scuffed shoes on the night table.
"Oh, God, it's good! It's sooo gooooood!" she moaned into the youngster's ear but looking at his shoes, her hands moving forcibly up and down his back, her fingers digging into his nakedly exposed asscheeks to guide his urgently wracking lunges against her quivering body. Now, an almost incessant stream of moans and whimpers poured from her lips, and she arched her churning white asscheeks even higher, bucking and tossing wildly beneath him.
She was certainly getting awfully close now. It seemed that everything she had done or thought or said in the last several days were only a build-up to this one unbelievably exciting moment. If only though she could reach his feet, it would be perfect! Even the two wildly arousing climaxes she had achieved, one by the obscene act of fingering herself and the other yesterday as Jim had finger-fucked her while she massaged his sweet toes and sucked his beautiful young cock were only stepping stones to the even more shattering orgasm she knew was now imminent. The little quivers that coursed through her flesh were already coming more and more frequently. Reality and its shackles were falling away in the face of the relentless onslaught of lust and passion that engulfed her.
However, the climax eluded her, and Rebekah knew that Jim was beginning to lose control. Her body cried out for more and more, and she thought she would die if the young boy came before she reached her own orgasm and left her hanging unfulfilled in the throes of passion. At last, in a sudden, desperate moment, Rebekah reached down to seize one of Jim's hands, pulling it from her eagerly throbbing titty down the side of her thrashing body. She did this only half-consciously, but her unconscious mind seemed to know what she needed, and, with an even more violent lunge, she lifted her rounded asscheeks completely up from the mattress and shoved little Jim's hand beneath them.
Then, as she sank her hips downward in retreat from the youngster's next wracking thrust, she felt one of his fingers prod right up between her nakedly clenching asscheeks to come into sudden titillating contact with her sensitively puckered asshole.
The twelve year old boy stiffened in surprise as he felt Miss Howell pull his hand down between her uplifted asscheeks and then drop her squirming asscheeks right down on his finger. He felt the tight little hole of her ass give way, and he instinctively realized what she wanted him to do now, crazy as the whole thing seemed. He shoved his finger upward gradually as she squirmed further down until it wormed to the first knuckle up into the warmly puckering hole.
Rebekah Howell gasped from the sudden fiery stab of pain as the young boy worked his finger upward even harder. For an instant, it was stymied against the rubbery resistance of the little unlubricated hole, yet the sheer stimulation caused her cunt to flower open even wider and prompted renewed flowing of her feminine juices. And, as they trickled hotly down between her churning asscheeks over the thin membrane of flesh that separated her two forbidden holes. Jim was able to work his outstretched finger slowly up into her rectum up to the second knuckle while inflicting only a minimal amount of pain. And that pain was almost blanked from her mind by the conflicting and even greater sensation of pleasure, however masochistic.
"Oh," Rebekah cried. "Oh, yes, deeper! Deeper, Jim. Put your finger in my ass. Deeeeeeppppeeeerrrrrrrr!"
Jim had no objection. He had never even thought of the asshole as an erotic zone, yet he couldn't help but remember how he had felt when, moments ago, Miss Howell had put her finger between his own asscheeks and thrust down against his own asshole to prompt his first entry into her wetly yielding cunt. It had hurt, but, as the same time, it had felt good, and, if she really wanted him to do that to her, he didn't mind. And, strangely enough, there was something about it that really turned him on.
The handsome, hard-working twelve year old, with a low groan, fucked his finger deeper, worming it slowly to the last knuckle so that he could feel the pressure through the separating membrane of cuntal flesh intensifying the friction on his rigidly throbbing prick as he fucked harder and faster into the nakedly exposed brunette's tight little pussy. The lust-tortured older woman gave out a low hissing sound, her voluptuous body sagging down limply on the bed beneath him for a moment. Then, as Jim began to wiggle his finger far up inside the forbidden depths of her rectum, she started to toss and thrash her body as though she had suddenly gone insane.
The lewd and degrading violation of her asshole was more than Rebekah could resist. She had lain for a moment in the limbo of contrasting pain and pleasure as Jim ruthlessly forced his middle finger all the way to the last knuckle up into her tight little entrance of her asshole. Then she forgot the pain as the devastating trembles began deep up in her belly, and she resumed the wanton lunging of her own ass in time with the boy's own wracking strokes.
"Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh, Jim… darling… I'm… oh… oh, your toes. Can you stay in and pull your knees… aahhhh. OH, no. God, I'm cumming!"
An instant later, she felt the shattering waves begin in her loins, surging relentlessly out over her flesh to sweep everything else aside into complete oblivion. She threw her legs upward, locking her thighs high around the boy's back to form a straight sheath with her cunt while she felt his masterfully throbbing prick begin to twitch and throb even harder, and the first hot spurts of his sperm started to spew obscenely up into the depths of her trembling pussy flesh.
Rebekah's nakedly writhing body uncoiled wildly beneath the little boy as the waves of ecstasy continued, surging with a devastating impact that swept all other thought aside, engulfing her from the tips of her toes to the tingling nipples of her tits, and, blanking her mind to all but the raw sensation of the beautiful fucking body above her, his virile young cock skewering and spurting deeper and deeper and deeper into her convulsing cunt.
Jim Craft felt a raw surge of energy course through his own body as the white hot cum welled up in his wildly jerking prick and spewed into the gorgeous female's openly impaled cunt. He grunted and groaned, relishing his final triumph, his true initiation into manhood, as he felt Miss Howell surrender herself completely beneath him, giving everything she had to him without further inhibition, just as if he were a grown man!
But then at last, she sank in exhaustion beneath him, and slowly, his own movements slackened off. He felt her hands drop from his body, and, as he gasped to catch his breath and spurted the last drop of semen into her pussy, he felt his embedded prick begin to deflate. With a groan, he sank down upon her sweat-covered nakedness, slowly drawing his middle finger out of the tightly sucking sheath of her rectum, prompting a last hoarse little gasp from her throat and a final shuddering contortion of her nakedly exposed ass.