"Boys, I'm sorry, but this is a big mistake. I'm… I'm sure you have a fine club, but I have enough to do. Please leave."
"We will. We will," they chorused and kept right on coming.
Rebekah's heart almost leaped into her throat as she watched the hazy figures, hazy to her fear-bedimmed brain, move toward her. How did they ever band together like this? She had not suspected a thing! It had never occurred to her at all that the boys would find each other and form a union of any kind!
"I'll fight!" she cried then. "I don't care. I'll fight!" The outburst was so sudden that the four figures stopped.
"Weeeelllll," drawled Tommy then. "My parents are kind of suspicious. I guess a few nail scratches and then a few questions to find out from me what happened just might weaken my resistance to confession. So go ahead and fight, Miss Howell!" he invited with a grin.
Oh, what was the use? They had her cornered and beaten and down and out. And they knew it!
"All we want…" Jim started to say.
Finally, Rebekah broke in with a soft laugh. She stood up. "I think I know what you want," she told them. In this changed mood, she strutted a little, advertising her body like a model, showing them that she knew.
"Wow!" Andy breathed in wonderment at her sudden switch. He had forgotten, too, how beautiful her body really was and that added some of the breath to his exclamation.
All of the boys' eyes were open wide, and in spite of the awkwardness of the situation, Rebekah couldn't resist a smile of inner pride as she saw the way the four young boys were looking at her. Some of them hadn't seen her for awhile, which explained Andy and maybe Jack. She couldn't help being flattered by the way they were all looking at her, at her shapely body. She watched Jim's eyes drop slowly from her face to her fully arched tits, clearly defined in the tight-fitting sweater she wore. Then his gaze moved lower down the temptingly short skirt, down the length of her full firm thighs. But she suddenly jerked with surprise as she felt a trembling hand touch her asscheeks from behind. She whirled, almost losing her balance, to glare down at young Jack Wood's frightened face. At almost the same instant, she heard Jim.
"Come on, you guys. Let's get her!"
After that, everything happened much too fast. During the confusion that followed, respect for her authority as an adult or anything like that was forgotten completely. She became simply an object, a sex object. Yet, she had to admit that this did not occur, she knew, without her own volition. Secretly, she did want to submit, or else it couldn't really have happened, she didn't think, in the first place.
At Jim Craft's direction, the other three laid her back on the bed. She wondered how much they had told each other. Jim was the first and only one on whom she had submitted both to the obscene act of sucking him off and the other experiences. As far as she knew she had licentiously initiated all of them out of their virginal puberty and into their first truly male sexual experiences. Their excitement now was manifesting itself like electricity in the air, a current that jumped from the youngsters to Rebekah, to encompass her in its mad frenzy. They had already begun to pull her clothing off. Later she would have to admit that they would have not been so forward had she offered the slightest discouragement.
The voluptuous young brunette had never in her life been naked in front of more than one male at a time, but, in spite of her nervousness and fear, she did not resist, as Tommy Speigle untucked her tight sweater from her mini-skirt and pulled it up off her brassiere-clad tits. From behind her, another pair of hands lifted the short mini-skirt from her smoothly rounded asscheeks and began to explore the inviting flesh of her trembling ass cheeks while the submissive woman lifted her arms passively over her head to allow Tommy to completely remove her sweater. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught vague glimpses of Jim, who had taken a seat on the edge of the bed at the far end of the room and watched almost with a cynical disinterest, yet an undeniable satisfaction.
The sensually ripened woman stood completely naked before the three eager youngsters and the fourth almost casual observer within seconds. Never in her life had she felt so vulnerable, so helpless. There was nothing to protect her lushly formed body from the boys' leering gazes. She felt their eyes moving to the high set mounds of her nipple-peaked titties, dropping hungrily lower to the flat plane of her belly and then to the little triangular pattern of silken hair up between her long smooth thighs. Yet, even in the midst of her very helplessness and vulnerability, she derived a secret excitement that was undeniable. It made resistance seem all the more hopeless, and she took a curious satisfaction in the knowledge that she could not have refused the boys what they wanted, even if she'd had the will to do so. She was their slave, just as much as she was a slave to her own unnatural lust, and, in that vulnerability, her consciousness seemed to rise to a dream state, a state of distorted reality which only further heightened her susceptibility to the unwanted passion that had begun to consume her.
As she stood before them, totally naked, trembling with mingled fear and anticipation, even their voices came to her as unreal sounds.
"Not even Playboy magazine can beat Miss Howell!" someone exclaimed.
"Hey, let's get started! Who's first?"
"No. I want to go first!"
"I didn't say me! I asked who! Go ahead!"
"Cool it, you guys. Jim goes first. He's new."
That was Tommy's voice, Rebekah recognized. Her presence of mind had not yet fully returned, and somehow, in her critical dream-like state, she seized upon Jim's name as the symbol of what she had once felt was the bond of trust she had with each of them at one time or another. She looked desperately over at the young blond, who still sat on the bed, now reclining languidly against the bedstead. This was the closest she had come to protesting since they had begun to take off her clothes, a one beseeching look at the young boy who, as a symbol of each lover, was responsible for her present situation. But, when she saw the nonchalant expression with which he met her pleading gaze, she knew she could expect no support from him.
"You guys go ahead," Jim said with a shrug. "I'm on her now. I can do it any time I want."
Rebekah Howell sucked her breath in softly, lowering her eyes with resignation.
Her expression didn't even register it when Jim added, "You go ahead first, Tommy since you clued me on."
Then, as Rebekah heard Andy Wallace's and Jack Wood's soft grumble of protest, she looked up helplessly at the muscular youngster who stood fully clothed before her. "Well, Tommy," she asked managing just a flicker of a smile on her moistened lips, "why aren't you getting undressed?"
Tommy Speigle grinned, staring straight into Rebekah's eyes until she felt compelled to look away from the sheer force of his gaze. Then the leering youngster dropped his eyes slowly to her straining tits, crested by the already rigidly peaked little nipples, then lower to the softly inviting nakedness of her defenseless thighs. In spite of everything she had already been through, Rebekah felt a little shiver pass through her body from the animal hunger of the young boy's gaze. Then he looked back at her face, his smile broadening.
"Not so fast, honey. Pull in your toes there. I got other plans this time. Tell me, have you ever had your pussy eaten?"
She had always been able to lead what happened. What was happening? Rebekah stiffened in shock at the lewdly challenging remark. She had never heard such an outrageous suggestion from her boys, never! The fact that Tommy would say something like that, and in front of the other youngsters, was so appalling that she could hardly accept it without protest, but she seemed to have lost her voice. It was just too depraved, not in her line at all. They had always been content to keep their lips on her's or on her nipples or… or on her toes, of course. But she could think of no reply.