The ink in which a novelist dips his pen is the blood of people, for literature is inherently the mirror of the human condition. Great books have been written and will continue to be written, about nature and worlds other than our own, yet the abiding strength in acknowledged literature has been man's relationship to himself and his society. Now, in the tumultuous years of cultural upheaval that have marked the middle decades of 20th century America, such focus is more important than ever, and we, the publishers, are indebted to author Milton Granby for delving courageously into the very thick of social battle - the Women's Liberation Movement.
The Lady Dentist, is not a male chauvinist tract against female equality, and its author does not facetiously say that in order to be equal, women will have to give up some of their rights. Nor is it an apology for the movement, with its strident banner unfurled and its more extreme postures of anti-man, anti-family defended with emotional fervor. It does, however, frankly and fearlessly explore the roots - the vacillations in American society which are responsible for the movement's growth - and it graphically examines the results - how its message may affect the average woman's relationship with others around her, as well as with herself. Mr. Granby's book presents the thesis that a vast number of women have lost faith in their men, and that a woman without faith is a disruptive and oft-times emasculating thing.
This loss of faith is not her fault; it is the men who have surrendered it, squandered it as society has demanded more and more conformity and submission from them. But with this loss of faith has come a sense of drifting, an almost panicked return to the concepts of motherhood, with its coddling of both male and female in the soft wool of parental protection. And, moreover, it has produced at times a shrill contempt toward men, a rejection of them for being weak - for not being worthy of faith.
Whether the reader is in agreement with this argument or not, is, we feel, less important than the necessity to present its startling story for the discussion it so richly deserves. Therefore, while we do not take a stand, we strongly urge you, the reader, to follow the twisting development of young Angie Thompson as she lives through the torment of sexual adjustment.
She, as a rising young dentist proud of her independence and scornful of men, must still reconcile herself to the opposite sex on a biological level. And, because of this "mothering" syndrome, she is drawn to children as proper love objects, only to find that she is herself the object of a lesbian relationship when she, in turn, is in need of mothering. Yet the undercurrent of vengefulness swells beneath the surface of the men she deals with, and finally breaks to the surface in an explosive climax. The secret desires and fears in all of us - men and women alike - are therefore bound together in a whirlpool of conflict and lust from which none may escape unscathed or unaffected.
Join us, then, as Angie Thompson comes to grips with what all masters of the written word have so ardently expressed, the human condition.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Lew Grady whistled happily to himself as he walked into the lobby of the Medical-Dental Building at Fifth and Salmon. The lobby was tall and stately, done in marble and gilt-edged mirrors, and heading for the elevators, Grady was impressed as he always was by the aura of professionalism and dignity it exuded. Like the tenants, he thought. Mostly a bunch of pompous old farts hiding their ignorance behind walrus moustaches and stern, authoritarian manners. All except for the one woman dentist in the whole fourteen floors, he continued thinking. Angie Thompson, that voluptuous sweetheart of a dentist on the ninth floor - she was anything but fat and pompous! Damn, a man would think she'd have something better to do than to poke around inside children's mouths!
The others in the elevator jostled the package that was under his arm, but Grady managed to reach forward and press the button for the ninth floor. He'd stopped whistling now, but there was a soft curve of a smile playing across his firm lips as he thought of Angie up there in her clean white dental office, and in his imagination he had already formed just such a better future for her than her chosen profession. At home, that's where - barefoot and pregnant and happily waiting on her man. And there was no better man for her in Grady's opinion than himself.
In Lew Grady's mind's eye, the perfect match was Miss Thompson and himself. He was the right age for her, as she was somewhere close to thirty and he had just reached thirty five two months ago. He was single and had a good business going, having his own dental laboratory with two assistants. In fact, it had been because one of his assistants hadn't been able to deliver a partial bridge to Angie that he had first met her at work. Now, of course, he delivered everything she ordered, just to have one more excuse to be around her, as well as dating her in the evenings and on weekends whenever possible.
There was no use denying it, he thought with a sigh as he stepped from the elevator on the ninth floor. He was in love with her! But why hadn't she fallen as heavily for him? Oh, she liked him enough, that was evident, and he believed that deep down inside her she did love him. But whenever he'd raise the issue of Love and Marriage, she'd skirt away as if he were throwing stones at her! God knew he'd tried to do everything to please her, and he wasn't exactly ugly. His grey eyes were bright and intelligent in a sun-bronzed, high-cheekboned face. He always dressed impeccably, with the latest fashions and colors, and his long, purposely shaggy black hair was carefully coiffured and trimmed every two weeks to keep it in perfect style. No, this was a question which had bedeviled him ever since he'd first declared his love for Angie, and it was a question he'd only been able to answer one way: Angie Thompson was a Fern Lib nut.
Damn that fanatical roommate of hers, Sheryl Waters! Angie would have to share a house with that twenty-three year old shrew and be poisoned by her anti-male attitudes! Now Angie was determined to prove herself ... as if she had to with her natural equipment! Sheryl was always trying to drag Angie to those stupid Women Forward! meetings, and it had been a continual fight for Grady to undo the damage those witches did. God, if only Angie would let herself go once and be the woman she was intended to be!
Lew Grady walked into the small waiting room of his girl friend's office, and, not hearing the sound of a drill, continued down the short corridor to her workroom. His thin smile of before broadened into a brilliant grin as he saw her across the room, bending over her desk with her back to him. Good! There was no one waiting for her, and no one in the dental chair; he'd timed it just right!
He watched the curvaceous woman silently for a moment, sucking in his breath as his eyes roamed over her taut buttocks outlined temptingly beneath the thin white office smock, and her trim, tapering legs that were smooth enough not to require stockings. By God, she was enough to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window!
"Hey, Angel," he said. "Turn around and meet your maker!"
"Wha...?" Startled, Angie Thompson spun around, and it took an instant for her to register who was there. She was almost as tall as Lew, pale-skinned and very straight, with long thighs, narrow hips and virginally firm breasts. Her eyes were big and of the same dark chestnut color of her long, silky hair, and there was an elfin hint of something wicked under brows that had the lovely curve of a gull's wing. Her face was smoothly sculpted and finely chiseled, but at the moment her red mouth was passionate with disapproval, her dark eyes fierce and proud and tameless as those of a young eagle.
"Lew!" she said in a crisp tone, "How many times have I told you not to call me 'Angel'?"
Grady shrugged with good humor. "Why not? Your name is Angelique, isn't it?"
"I prefer to be called Angie," she sniffed, "or if not that, then Miss Thompson."
"Why?" he taunted her. "Angelique too soft and feminine?"
"Ohhh, you're impossible at times, Lew!"
Grady laughed, and went over to put the package on her desk. "Here," he said. "I've brought over the inlay for the Behan kid. You said you wanted it in a hurry."
"Thank you," she said, mollified. "That was awful sweet of you. Todd Behan is coming in this afternoon for it."
"Well, the rush service will cost you," he said jauntily. "It'll cost you one lunchtime with me, and I'm here to collect the fee right now."
"My Lord, is it noon already?" Angie glanced at the small gold watch strapped to her wrist and shook her head. "It's almost twelve-thirty! Where has this morning gone?"
"Ah, your dedication is unbelievable," he kidded her. "Come on, grab your coat and we'll try out that new Italian restaurant up the street."
"I ... I can't Lew. I'm terribly sorry, but I just can't take the time off today. I've an appointment at one, and then there's Todd Behan at one forty-five...."
"For crying out loud, Angie," Lew replied, his words abruptly clipped, his tone in articulation of disappointment edged with anger. "I mean ... I can understand you've got work to do, but this is carrying it too far, not even having time out for lunch. Damnit, this isn't how you should live!"
"That's my choice to make, isn't it?" Angie glared, the words stinging her ire. "You're beginning to sound just like father, with his "throwing my life away" lectures, and his talk of 'a woman's place .. .' " "Well, I can't say I disagree with him," Grady retorted. "I think it's marvelous that you're smart enough to go through college and dental school and set up shop, but there has to be more to life than filling teeth!"
The young brunette's lips compressed tightly, making a little white ring about the edge of her scarlet lipstick, and she bobbed her head in a curt, characteristic gesture of determination. She said: "It isn't a matter of filling teeth, as you so crudely put it, Lew. I realize that I must appear silly to you, being a woman and ail ... but I wish you'd try to see that it's just because lam a woman that makes it so important. It's the desire to prove that a woman's life is more than washing dishes and breeding sons; a feeling of accomplishment that I must try and satisfy within myself. Please, won't you try to understand?"
He studied her intently for a long moment, then stepped nearer to cover her long, clip-nailed fingers with his own strong hand. "Fine, I'll subscribe to that. But women have been making marks in the business world for years, without sacrificing the satisfactions of love and a family. My sister was a nurse, you know, and then she married a doctor and settled down to help him in his office. It was a great combination that satisfied everybody."
"I guess it would be," she agreed. "But I suppose a lot of it has to do with how you're raised. I'm an only child, and my mother had plenty of time on her hands, but all she did was nag my father. Of course, that's the way my father wanted it, always putting her down, trampling on her personality, trying to make her a slave to the house."
Lew Grady found himself closely appraising his angry girl friend. Her short verbal description of family background had caught him by surprise, for she was not one given to baring her innermost feelings. He told her: "You never mentioned that before, Angie. Do you ... dislike your father for what he did?"
Angie shrugged her shoulders. "No, not really. I think it was more the times, because most men felt that way back then. But the problem is, most men still feel that way, and resent it if women try to be equal."
"And this devotion of yours now has evolved out of all this?"
Instantly, she sensed a certain bite in his tone and it offended her. It seemed that their relationship suffered a constant up and down pattern, subject to Lew's unpredictable, chameleon moods, and these, she surmised, were due to her refusal to give in to him. To become, she felt, the same subservient dependent to him as her mother had become to her father. And Lew could be cruel, almost ruthless about the subject, right in the middle of something beautiful and meaningful ... but she would never give in to him or any man until she was accepted as an equal and on her own terms.
It wasn't that she didn't care for this handsome man, for she had grown progressively more fond of Lew Grady over the weeks he'd been with her, but this burning ambition to show the world that a woman could be independent was a dream she'd nourished since she was a teenager. To give it all up now, even for Lew, would be to leave that dream behind her, and she was certain that the empty hollow in her life would not be filled by dedicating herself to pleasing him alone.
But now, realizing she had already piqued his male ego by refusing his luncheon date, Angie desperately wanted to avoid hurting his pride further by lashing back at him. Instead she said quietly: "I suppose it just gradually overcame me as I got older and wiser. You only have to look around to see how women are denied education and a chance to succeed on their own merits. I did ... and the more I was put down for trying, the more I vowed I'd win."
"Oh, Angie ... Angie...." Lew sighed, gripped in the tormenting conflict of his emotions. On one hand, he knew he loved her more than ever for being the adamant and steadfast woman she was - who wanted a girl without spirit? And yet, his passionate yearnings to possess her, body and soul, were being frustrated at every turn until he thought he'd go crazy with his unfulfilled desire. Her pale beauty stunned him, and now, holding her hand and standing within inches of her warm, fragrant body, he was literally overwhelmed with the need to touch her face, to run his fingers through her long dark hair, to kiss her and hold her and make love to her until she surrendered to him. He was probably being damned childish about it - in fact, he knew he was - but still, he wasn't able to help himself.
His other arm began to snake slowly around her tiny waist, sweeping her closer to him until he was able to whisper into her ear: "Angie ... darling, you're putting this noble quest of yours before what's natural. Before what's right and natural - our love, our future together. Don't you realize that?"
Angie squirmed uncomfortably in her boy friend's embrace, placing her hands up between his arms and pressing against his chest until she had disentangled herself. "I haven't agreed to marry you, Lew, if that's what you mean. I don't want to even consider the subject, not for some time to come, but even if I did say yes, that doesn't give you the right to start pawing a helpless woman in her own office!"
"Helpless?" Again Grady laughed, this time mocking and bitter with irritation. He pinned her back against the desk, and smiled strangely down into her lovely face. "You're anything but helpless, Angie. You're about as helpless as a panther!"
With that, he suddenly pressed his body against her, grinding his loins tightly against the front of the light cotton smock she was wearing. Angie's brown eyes widened with surprise and indignation as she felt something unexpectedly hard pressing into the flat plane of her belly, and the thirty year old woman made a concentrated effort to gain control of the rapidly disintegrating situation. She gasped angrily and attempted to struggle away from the stiff, poker-like bulge that was urgently digging into the softness of her lower abdomen all too evident even through the layers of clothing they both wore. Above her, Lew's implacable smile seemed to her to widen with an unbearable arrogance, as though he were enjoying her anxiety and discomfort. He held her more tightly, pushing harder against her until his weight trapped her desperately wriggling body securely against her desk.
"Lew, for heaven's sake! Let me go this instant!" she cried out. Distress was evident on every feature of her beseeching face as she looked up at the dark-haired man. "You know I don't like this! I won't be manhandled - now stop it!"
But her words seemed to have no effect, either on her now lewdly grinning boy friend or on the ominously pulsing rod of flesh that was straining against her resisting belly. "Aw, come on, Angie, he pleaded harshly at her. "You know you want me holding you like this. You know deep down inside you do! Why fight it?"
"I don't want it, Lew, I don't!" the squirming woman moaned. "Let me go, please!" Her eyes darted anxiously around the room to see if anyone had somehow come in the office unannounced and were witnessing her embarrassment. Lord, if one of her young patients saw her like this, she'd never live it down! She'd die of mortification! Angie was relieved to see that she and Lew were still alone, but then she felt a sudden stab of fear as well, for she realized that there was no one to assist her if she needed help in controlling him.
Suddenly she realized that Lew was drawing her into a heady, clinging embrace, and was whispering wetly into her ear. "You drive me wild," he cooed softly. "God, every time I'm around you, I go nuts with wanting you so badly!"
"D-Don't even talk like that!" she groaned, frightened by the unusual boldness he was now displaying. "Have you been drinking?"
"No, it's you who's making me drunk, Angie!"
Before she could find the breath to protest, she felt his one hand grasp her chin and tilt it upward toward his face. Then she could taste the warm moistness of his lips as his mouth came down hotly over hers, and his tongue slithered deep into her mouth, searching for the softness of her own tongue.
The reluctant female dentist had to admit that her boy friend's firm manly body felt good pressed against her, its sinewy strength beating against the supple roundness of her breasts. Instinctively, her body began to respond to his subtle caresses, molding her willing flesh to him with every fiber of her strength. It shocked her, realizing she was involuntarily responding this way to him. Lew Grady possessed an affable charm and forceful personality, and was one of the most desirable men she had ever met. The urge to shout yes! to him was nearly uncontrollable ...
But it was stopped dead, checked as always by the black and terrible cloud of her disastrous past hanging overhead.
"Oh God, no Lew," she whimpered as he released the tenderness of her quivering lips for a moment. Haunted by a fear of what might follow, Angie clenched her hands into fists and pushed as hard as she could against his chest to break the lock of his arms. "No ... no more, I'm expecting a patient! Please, you have to let me go!"
"You said your patient wasn't due until one o'clock," he answered in a throaty rasp. "We have plenty of time ... and it's past time that you started acting like the woman you obviously are!"
With no further warning, he abruptly tightened his enfolding arms about her and once more crushed his mouth down wetly on her trembling lips. Disregarding her indignantly mumbled protests, he slid one hand down over the thin fabric of her dental smock to gently stroke the firm smooth flesh of her upper thigh. Then he clamped his fingers lewdly around one of the swelling cheeks of her buttocks, pressing her loins even more demandingly to his own.
For a terrified moment, the young brunette fought even more desperately to escape his unwelcome caresses, but then her traitorously accepting body ceased its struggle. In spite of her fervent resolve not to, she was beginning to respond to the eager passion of his kneading hand around her tautly straining buttocks. This was a scene that had happened to her many times before - with other men, in other settings - ever since she was old enough to date, at the age of sixteen. Angie prayed that Lew Grady would not try anything further, and that he would soon stop his rude demands and understand that she really did not want or enjoy his embrace ... not like this, at any rate. For a wistful moment, she wished she could truly let go of her inhibitions, just for one time, and do what should come naturally to her as a mature woman ... but the wounds that had been inflicted by another man a decade before were simply too deep and still unhealed.
Somewhere in the depths of her consciousness, Angie felt the tempting awareness of Lew's arousing kisses, the gentle yet massaging pressure of his clenching fingers around her buttocks and slender waist, and the insistent throb of his excited penis against the yielding flesh of her trembling belly ... but she was still too afraid, afraid of the pain and heartless laughter she had endured once before, to allow herself to give in now. The dedication which had turned her into an independent and self-reliant woman was built on the need to prove her worth, just as she'd told Lew Grady ... but it was also a dedication to avoid the nameless terrors of which she dare not admit ...
"No ... no, Lew, please, no...."she moaned, her words lost from the constriction of his lips.
"Why not, Angie? Why not, just like men and women do all the time ... what Nature built them to do?" His hand continued to stroke her pulsating thigh and buttocks, and then he lowered his lips to her pleading mouth once again, his tongue darting out to slip between her teeth. Angie moaned in desperation. He was too strong for her physically, and now her body was a loose bundle of raw nerves, her mind rapidly losing control over it ... Then suddenly his other hand snaked up along her quivering belly to cup one of her full, brassiere-encased breasts, sending tiny licking flames of unwanted excitement rushing over her vulnerable flesh.
Small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the softly pulsing tips of her awakening pussy, until, abruptly, the realization of what she was allowing to happen struck her. Again, the old fears and horrors returned! She thought about breaking away and running ... running to escape this man ... but she doubted that her legs would support her now. He held her tight, his hands hot and smooth on her breast and her buttocks, and he ground his loins harshly against her thigh. She could tell that his penis was hard, and that it had expanded into full blood-engorged erection that was bursting to get out of his pants and into her ...
"Stop!" she cried. "Oh no ... no!" With near superhuman strength, she squirmed away from his grip. "Let's ... calm down, Lew! We can't do it, not here, not now! I'm not some street slut you can ... you can take just like that!"
"I know you're not, Angie," Lew breathed into her ear. God, how his cock ached, and his balls were crying out from the pressure of his building cum! "But you are a woman," he said with slow, thick desire. "And someday somebody is going to get sick and tired of playing your game and he's going to ram it to you! I want it to be me!"
The trembling woman winced involuntarily at his cruel words. They reminded her of the one night she had been trying so hard to forget for the past ten years ... that night with Sebastian Lombard, her first instructor at dental college. So suave and debonair he'd been! And she, so impressionable and naive, too innocent to recognize what a cold-hearted sadist he truly was. Yes... that one terrible night at his apartment, when her long-guarded virginity had been torn away from her without regard to her feelings or cries of pain ... His brutal rape had haunted her ever since. That same night she had gathered her clothing together and run from his bedroom, sobbing and stumbling tearfully to the nearest police station.
That had been the ultimate humiliation, to blurt out her sordid attack, and then have those hairy brute men in uniform laugh at her. Laugh! "Come to us with a cockamamie story of rape, will you?" they'd thundered at her. "Come to us about this guy you know getting into your pants ... and now you don't like what happened, eh? Not a mark on you and you were too scared to scream? Well, it's your word against his. Take that kind of case to a judge, and he'll throw it right back in your face! Go on, get out of here and let us do some real work, lady ... you probably got him going so hot he couldn't stop ... you asked for it...!"
You asked for it! God, how she had slunk off to her home that night, feeling completely despoiled and degraded by men! Brutes! All of them nothing but beasts! And worse, after she had somehow gathered the courage to go back to dental college - yes, and even attend that hateful teacher's classes - she had felt herself increasingly bitter toward men. Instead, her naturally erotic thoughts began to center more and more on her innocent past, when she'd still been a virgin and her dates had been young immature youths who were as naive and fumbling as she'd been.
Angie trembled a moment as her mind harkened back to those quiet afternoons in college, "when she had been studying in the privacy of her room. She remembered how, so often, the slowly growing yearning for sexual fulfillment would gradually filter through her mind until it would conquer her thoughts, and how the imaginary figures of leanly tapering bodies would strike an immediate chord of response in her unsatisfied body. Yes ... her imaginary lovers were boys, not men, because, to her inner mind, they were "safe" for her to respond to and enjoy, even though she knew such an attraction was not right.
She remembered how, so often she would find herself touching her own breasts, the irresistible sensations of desire racing through her veins, causing her to tear off her clothes and frantically finger-fuck her swollen pink vagina until she had reached a soul-shattering orgasm alone on her dormitory bed. Each time Angie had wished that a young child could have been tender and inexperienced enough for her to teach the sexual passions that she was experiencing under her own manipulations ... and, each time, she had always felt ashamed and disgusted afterwards at her terrible weakness.
She had vowed over and over to never repeat her sinful masturbations ... only to find herself a victim of the same electric stimulations tingling through her helpless body the next time she dreamed of developing, naked young boys ...
And, after graduation, when she had set up her dental practice, she had discovered that her nightmarish troubles were just beginning. In the absence of a satisfying love affair with a man, Angie's lewdly compelling desire had grown to the point where she was covetously desiring to seduce her own patients! She had resisted her insistent demands for relief, turning desperately to the women's liberation movement as a means of growing a shell around her and had become stronger as an individual. At one of the Women Forward! meetings, she had met twenty-three year old Sheryl Waters, who lived in a large house with her twenty-five year old brother, Frank. Sheryl had invited Angie to move in, and, since Frank was too young to appeal to her, Angie had gratefully accepted, knowing that Sheryl's presence would be a deterrent force to help keep her wanton mind off little boys. But still, the passions rose inside of her body, and, still, in the loneliness of her bedroom, she masturbated to relieve the tension.
She had spent the last few years this way, miserably fighting off one after another of the aging men who were fascinated by her lithe, well-rounded figure, until she had finally met Lew Grady. The handsome man was kind and considerate, and she had gradually learned to trust him as the weeks went by. She intuitively knew he was sincere about wanting to marry her, and it had come as a shock to her to find that she genuinely cared for him. But to care for a man was one thing, and to love him was another. Despite the fact that he was exciting the tingling nerves of her body, she knew she could never feel real, overwhelming passion for him and thereby commit herself completely to his loving caresses. God, if there was only some way she could tell him the truth! Yet, she knew that, if she ever did confess her secret longing for little boys, it would twist whatever love he held for her into cold hatred. Dear God, what could she do? What was the answer...?
Suddenly, her body stiffened, and she was mentally jerked back to the reality of her present situation as Lew began pulling her loins harder than ever against his own. He massaged the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks from behind once more, his mouth locking down again upon hers with a frantic urgency. She heard her breath coming in tiny mewling gasps, and the muscles of her body were as taut as a bow-string as they reacted of their own volition to the delicious teasings of Lew's gripping fingers. She clenched her teeth together, fighting the surging emotions of her flesh with all her might, but the pervading fingers of his one hand nipping against her breasts, and the hardness of his penis against her trembling belly, brought further moans of helpless submission from deep in her throat. God, in spite of her past, Lew was succeeding in arousing her! Maybe there was hope yet ... for she was starting to become excited in the way a healthy female ought to! Perhaps she could become normal and not let her fear of masculine betrayal nor her unspeakably wicked dreams of teenage boys ruin her future! But, all the while, there was a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of her stomach, fighting off the intensity of her response ...
"Ohhhh, Lew! Please don't do this!" she pleaded, almost close to tears from her conflict of emotions. But the man's hands fondled the tight, cloth-encased cheeks of her buttocks, unaware of the battle which was raging in Angie's mind. Angie struggled harder ... but his kisses burned hotly and his left hand closed teasingly over her throbbing breast, absorbing its voluptuously firm flesh ...
"Oh ... oh ... oh...."she chanted almost mindlessly now, alive with the forbidden and fearful sensations. His hands, his tongue, his whole enveloping body enflamed her, and she gasped from the sudden craving which was rapidly overcoming her resistance. And still, came the pungent thought that she didn't want to stop him or herself ... that, this time perhaps, she would learn to respond as she should to a man . ..
The troubled brunette made no effort toward stopping her hotly aroused boy friend, as his hand traveled tauntingly around her buttocks, down her leg to the hem of her smock, and then back up underneath it along the trembling satin flesh of her naked thigh ... then up, up to the narrow leg-band of her thin white bikini panties. A panicky shiver raced through Angie's sex-inflamed mind, barely coherent in her chaotic thoughts ... No ... No, she couldn't let this happen ... But yes! Yes! Oh God, his fingers feel so good... So warm and gentle and good...
A low purring of hungered abandonment escaped from the tormented woman's lips, and her breath came in increasingly heavy spurts, blood surging through her veins. Lew smiled lustfully down at her, and then pressed her back against the table, leaning her over until she was forced to slide up onto its paper-covered top and lie back with her legs dangling over the edge.
"Yes, Angel, yes...." he intoned with harsh, panting breath. "We're finally going to make it, you and I ... We're finally going to break down that barrier of yours...."
Gently, the dental technician pushed her down all the way until her head hit the base of the small reading lamp and her upper torso twisted in mounting agitation. She undulated her buttocks with rising passion, as if her body were responding to some mind other than her own, and raised her arms to Lew in needful supplication. He, in turn, pushed between her legs until he was standing with his hips holding wide her inner thighs, his bulging loins jerking insistently against the panty-covered mound of her sensitive vagina. He leaned far over her, and his searing mouth pressed hard against her pliant lips, while his hands continued to fondle her aching breasts and down along her legs, sliding up and down her inner thighs, brushing against the burning, vibrant crevice of her tender pussy as he maneuvered her office smock up around her waist.
''Oh Lew ... oh Lew, you mustn't.. . ohhhhhh," she moaned time and time again. She gasped in unwanted excitement as his fingers insinuated themselves inside the narrow elastic waistband of her panties, and she cringed from his fiery touch upon her naked flesh. In self-defense, her mind tried to preserve the vestiges of her fear and horror, even as her stimulated body succumbed with its prurient desire. "No ... no, don't..."
Then the older man, unheeding of her weakened pleas for mercy, fingered the softly yielding slit of her swollen cunt, stroking the hair-covered pussy lips and burrowing lewdly between them and deep inside. Angie couldn't seem to control herself as she involuntarily raised her hips in helpful deliberations, clenching her secretion-wet thighs tightly together so he could easily slip the moistened panties down ... down over her trembling white thighs and slender legs ... down to where they fell on the floor beside her desk. She could feel with obscene delight the coolness of her air-conditioned office gently caress her naked inner flesh and moist pink vaginal crevice as her legs parted again in lewd, uncontrollable invitation. "Oh God!" she panted up into the silence of the room. "Oh God, we mustn't!
I ... I'm so afraid!"
"But we must, darling! You know we must, and you want me to touch you between the legs as much as I do!" Lew Grady groaned with the boiling demands of his hotly hardened penis and sperm-bloated testicles, feverish now to possess the warm hair-rimmed slit that was slowly and inexorably devouring his fingers up inside. The sight of his dentist-girl friend lying half-naked across the top of her desk, with her office smock pushed up around her waist, her head lolling and her legs jerking spasmodically on either side of his hips, was making him quiver with unrestrainable animal desire as he ground himself as tightly as he could against her passion-throbbing cunt. His burgeoning cock surged with small aching pulses in his pants while he parted the sensitive slit of her vaginal opening with his middle finger and teased the soft, surrounding fringe of dark pubic hair. He heard Angie mewl with spiraling desire from the electrifying shock of his caresses and watched her as she rotated her naked buttocks around on the desk top when he made ecstatic contact with her throbbing little clitoris.
From where the young lab owner stood between her legs, he could look down and gaze unhindered at all of her widespread pink pussy, stretched open to expose its coral smoothness and tiny clitoral bud, her twitching vaginal lips swollen with arousal and glistening with droplets of warm cuntal secretions like dew on the petals of a fragrant rose. Jesus! All he had to do was lower his pants and plunge straight ahead! His lust-hardened penis would be in direct line with that darker pink cuntal passage begging like a hungry mouth to feed upon his lewdly sawing fingers! He couldn't remember when the sight of a naked pussy had excited him more! He had to have her! He had to fuck her now or his balls would explode like hand grenades.!
Maddening patterns of indecency continued to consume the sensation-filled woman dentist. She could feel the fleshy hair-fringed lips of her moist cuntal furrow assaulted with Lew's ever-burrowing fingers, and she groaned from deep in her throat as his probing fingertips teased every fiber of her fully exposed pussy. She was ashamed and sick at the way she was acting, displaying her most private parts in wanton revelry on top of her own office desk, and she was humiliated beyond belief by her loss of control to this rapacious man. But still she undulated her desire-maddened thighs in helpless response as Lew Grady stood teasingly between them, splaying her trembling legs wider apart until one shoeless foot rubbed up and down the walnut surface of the desk drawers with uncontained passion. She knew in dazed, subconscious anguish that the sight of her nakedly splayed loins was inflaming Lew with brutal craving, but somehow the forbidden pleasure of being viewed by this man only increased her unwanted desires. She whipped her dark hair from side to side and ground her warmly quivering buttocks down harshly against the littered desk in a futile effort to escape his impatiently rutting fingers, a moan of self-loathing and indecision bubbling from her tightly clenched lips. Yet Lew's hands never ceased their teasing manipulations of her sensitive cunt, and, despairingly, she realized there was no escape for her now, and her affection for the older man was only inciting her further. She wanted him! Oh God, at last she wanted a man, this man! Ohhhh, how she wanted him! She was fighting a battle with herself that she had desperately desired to lose for years...!
And then she heard the short quick hissing sound and knew it was the unmistakable signal of his pants being unzipped! She could feel that one of his hands that had been kneading her cunt was away and struggling to lower his trousers. She tried to scream in protest, but her voice froze in her tightly constricted throat. Spread-eagled, her legs wrapped around the determined man's hips, she could only stare along the valley between her pulsating breasts with tear-wet eyes. In her pain-flecked vision, she saw Lew Grady finally manage to drop his pants around his ankles and wriggle his shorts over his fleshy buttocks and thighs to expose his flushed, blood-hardened erection. The heavy shaft of adult male flesh hovered rigidly from his hirsute loins, its blunt purplish head spearing with lewd menace toward her defenselessly cringing vagina, the huge, sperm-swollen testicles hanging pendulous and sensate at its base.
It was just at that very horrifying instant that her old teacher, Sebastion Lombard, loomed back up in Angie's tortured brain. He - and not her boy friend, Lew - was standing there leering nakedly down at her, and the face she imagined above her was contorted with a contemptuous sneer of lewd superiority. She could feel the thick rubbery tip of his swollen penis pressing forward against the naked lips of her wide-splayed pussy, and she knew it was bloated with sexual ecstasy - an ecstasy she was still mortally afraid to accept!
"Stop it! Stop it!" the woman dentist cried out, thrusting her hands against the desk top and writhing to lift herself, nearly delirious with her last defiant rejection of a man's sexual penetration. "Oh Lord, let me up! Let me gooo!"
"Goddamnit!" Lew growled back. "It's too late to back out now, Angel!" He refused to remove his middle finger, which was still continuing the outrageous rampage of her tender, cowering pussy. He teased the nub of her erect clitoris and moved still closer, leaning over her to hold her flat to the desk, his mouth trying to close over hers to choke off her cry of protest.
She turned her head to avoid his face and fluttered her eyes as a scream gurgled up from low in her throat. She stared down over her lewdly supine body, unable to believe that, after all these years, she was to be raped again, against her will. But, insistently, Lew Grady held his lust-incited penis with his other hand and bore against her with evil concentration, guiding his angrily throbbing cock-head right toward her naked vagina. It was gigantic to Angie, larger than Sebastian Lombard's cock had been when it ripped away her virginity a decade before. How could she take that up in her belly and enjoy it? It was impossible, no matter how much she might love the man! She fought him savagely, trying to raise her legs so she could lock them together, while, at the same time, tightening her straining thighs together as hard as she could to deny entrance to the naked man trapped between them.
Lew gritted his teeth and pressed against her harder, wailing: "God, Angel, I need you now! I've got to have you, don't you see? Oh shit, I'm so excited, I'm going to cum, and I want to cum inside you!" He groaned again, skewering her moist hot cuntal slit faster and deeper with his middle finger, using the rest of his hand to pry her fleshy vaginal lips apart so he could plunge inside of her with one final lunge of his hips.
Then Angie was unable to stop her muscular boy friend from pressing the blood-bloated head of his immense penis against the softness of her dark pubic curls as he endeavored to hold her pussy crevice wide apart with his hand. He desired nothing more than to shove his pulsating cock deep into her unguarded belly, she could see that now ... He was no better than all the other men who'd lusted after her with their hot pawing hands and thick hairy bodies! She squeezed the muscles of her helpless cunt together as tightly as she could, until the sinews along her inner thighs stood out in aching relief. She heaved and bucked against his urgent hardness in her wild effort to dislodge this hateful man's unwanted invasion, almost hysterical in her terror of being raped again.
"Good God, I can't wait any longer!" Lew Grady blurted heatedly. "I'm going to cum and I have to cum inside of you!"
"No, Lew!" she screamed back in delirious torment. "I don't want it! Not ever ... ever ... ever!" She could feel the spasmodic throbbings against her tightly pressing inner thighs and the wetness of his warm seminal fluid that oozed in excited droplets onto her firmly protesting vaginal lips. She steeled herself to hold his pressuring cock back from between her desperately clenching pussy slit in a final effort to keep from being fucked against her will. Once inside, there'd be no stopping him! Then- Lew groaned out in a low, curdling moan, "Angel, Angel, baby, I'm cumming! Oh Jesus, I'm cumming...!"
Grady suddenly stiffened as he stood between her legs, and his hardened penis began to jump uncontrollably against her fear-locked vagina. The moaning woman could feel a great flood of hot cream-like sperm abruptly shoot forth across her nakedly rippling belly, up as far as the uniform bunched around her tiny waist, and down to the quivering folds of her struggling young pussy. Its obscene heat made her think she was being inundated by a seemingly never-ending flood of liquid fire, and she was only able to stare in horrified fascination down between her breasts as his cock jerked with wave after wave of torrential semen.
At last, his testicles now drained completely empty, Lew Grady staggered from between his whimpering girl friend's naked legs in almost exhausted passion. He looked down at his now rapidly deflating penis as it spewed the final dregs of his cum in a sticky trail across the smooth tile of her office floor. Then, awkwardly trapped with his pants around his ankles, he stooped to pull his jocky shorts back up, wiping the dripping head of his cock with the soft cotton material. That was all Angie could stand. She rolled over on the desk in shameful silence, unable to face him further.
"Well, now you see what happens when you tease a man long enough," Lew growled, livid with his own embarrassment. "You're too much of a woman to ignore, Angie, that's the trouble. You're just too damned much of a woman."
Am I? she questioned herself mournfully. No... not in the sense Lew means it. If I were truly a woman, I'd be loving him up inside my belly right now, instead of this ... this fear and disgust I feel.
"You're made to be loved and touched by a man," Lew went on despairingly, buckling his pants back on. "Instead, you're so wrapped up in this fern lib junk that you think men are worthless. You should climb down off that pedestal sometime and let me give you a good healthy fuck, just to show you I'm good for something besides dental work."
At the sound of his obscenity, the mature brunette's pale face flushed with red, and she wrenched herself off the desk to stand in quivering indignation before him. No matter what she was - or wasn't - that didn't give him the right to speak to her so crudely!
"You're a brute, Lew Grady, an animal! I don't want to ever see you again!" Hot tears of shame filled her eyes and her hands clenched into two tiny fists at her sides. "My body belongs to me, and I've the right to choose my partners, and ... and, at least, I thought I could trust you to honor that! But you're worse than all the rest of you men! At least the others were honest about just wanting to make love to me. You - you pretended to love me, and then you suddenly attack me when my guard is lowered a little! Ohhhh, I hate you!"
"Why, you're nothing but a prick-tease," he snapped disdainfully back at her. "A cold-cunted prune! I'm beginning to see that tying you down and ripping your clothes off is about the only way a man will ever end up screwing you!"
Before Angie could splutter out a reply, Lew's hand darted forward and cupped one of her firmly jutting breasts. Holding it tightly, he pinched the nipple under her smock until the tiny nerve-filled bud stood out like a hidden button under the fabric. Too shocked to respond, Angie could only make a slight, strangled cry before she broke away from him. "Get out of here!" she screamed at him. "Get out of my office, Lew Grady, and never come back!"
Grady's mocking laughter rang out through the room. "Someday, Angel," she heard his deep masculine voice taunt as he headed for the door, "Someday, I'll see to it that we have a little party all our own. And, mark my words, you'll thank me for it when it's over!"
"No! No, never!" she shouted after his retreating back, "Never, never, never!"
But then he was gone, and she was alone in the stifling oppressiveness of her dental office. "Never," she moaned tearfully to herself and huddled against the desk in trembling misery. Slowly she gathered up her fallen panties from the floor, and then bunching her smock up around her waist as Lew had done, she spread her thighs slightly and used the panties in a humiliating effort to cleanse herself. She wiped away the wetness of his sperm with them as best she could and then threw the semen-drenched nylon into a drawer of her desk to shut them out of her sight.
"Never," she moaned again to herself as she gathered together the jumbled papers on her desk. She attempted to sort them out, hardly able to read their printing for the tears blurring her vision. "Never," she promised once again, but, deep down in her hidden soul, a small voice kept calling out: Yes, Lew... Yes, try. Come back and try, and maybe I'll become the woman you think I am ... Oh God, I pray I will...
CHAPTER TWO
The twelve year old girl who was Angle's one o'clock appointment arrived fifteen minutes late. Thank God for small favors, Angie sighed. Those extra few minutes had helped her gain back a slight margin of self-control. Even so, the dark-haired female dentist prayed that her appearance was not too distraught, betraying the frustration and humiliation she was still experiencing from the shocking episode she had just gone through with her boy friend.
The girl had braces and was in for her semi-annual adjustment and cleaning. Angie was able to go through the motions by rote, her mind far from concentrating on the familiar check-up routine. When she was finished, she sent the girl home with her mother as fast as she could, and then sat down morosely in her desk chair to wait for young Todd Behan.
Wrapping her thin white dental smock tighter around her body, the unhappy girl hugged herself with her arms as if bitterly cold, trying desperately to shake the lewd memories which filled every inch of her heart and head. God, she never wanted to see Lew Grady again, not after what he had tried to do to her. And, even more disturbing, Angie was forced to admit it was her fault as much as his. What had ever possessed her to let that cruel man go as far as he had? She could have broken free before she did, had she truly wanted to. The fact of the matter was that she had been totally entranced by the cruel, if delicious, sensations he had sent coursing through her helplessly trapped body. That is, until ... Oh God, until...!
That was the most horrible part of all, frightening the shivering brunette more than all else combined. For her returning nightmare was not so much of the vicious assault, but rather the dreadful realization that, even if she might love a man, she could still not respond sexually the way she should. In reality, the threat of Lew Grady's penetration had turned her into a violently terrified woman. It was as bad as it had been ten years ago, only the virile, eager penises of young boys appealed to her enough to drive her insane with lustful desire. Up until now, she'd been able to repress the constantly frustrating experience of being surrounded by handsome youths by hiding her emotions behind the cold facade of women's lib attitudes, but, after what had just happened, her worst fears had been confirmed. She felt stripped of her defenses, as naked and vulnerable as a newborn baby. Even the thought of seeing the cherubic, freckle-faced Todd Behan was enough to make her legs buckle beneath her!
No ... she had to bravely challenge her weaknesses and learn how to somehow conquer them! She heard the office door open and knew it was Todd, even before he appeared, and, resolutely, she determined not to do anything that would cause herself further trouble and anguish today. She would keep him, and all men from eight to eighty, at a firm, civil distance. It was her only hope! Yet, in spite of her best intentions, Angie found she was unable to keep from staring longingly at the lithe young adolescent as he poked his blond head hesitantly into her workroom.
"Hi, Miss Thompson," Todd Behan greeted her. "I'm sorry I'm a little late today, but the assistant principal wouldn't give me an absence slip until just now."
"Oh, that's all right, Todd," she responded in false heartiness. "Come and sit down. Your inlay came today, just a little while ago." Hearing her own words made her recollect just exactly how the inlay had been delivered, and Angie clutched the metal column that supported her dental drill, suddenly feeling hot and nervous.
"Are you feeling all right, Miss Thompson?" Todd asked with concern as he climbed up into the big black leather chair. "You're not sick or anything, are you?"
"N-no, I'm fine," Angie said. She adjusted the headrest so it fit him better, and he leaned back, trying to stare up at her.
"You sure? The flu is sure going through school like wildfire these days. Half our social studies class is out with it, I betcha."
"No, I'm feeling very well. It was .. .it was just a little dizziness for a second, but it's gone now."
She crossed over in front of him again, swinging the tool-plate closer and then arranging the tiny stainless steel picks and scrapers into a neat row along the clean fresh doily. The older woman couldn't help studying her young patient as she did so, however, distracted by his curly blond hair and sparkling blue eyes and the smooth taper of his developing body. According to his dental chart, he was fifteen years old, but there were times when he acted older and more mature ... and other times when he reverted to childhood like a frolicking kitten. He was still growing up, still inexperienced and naive and innocent - and seeing how Todd was now sitting erect and yet relaxed sent a tiny shiver of attraction spontaneously rippling along Angie's spine. My Lord, he was a desirable boy! What a fine young lover he'd make!
Oh God, what was she thinking? Angie sucked in her breath from the shock of her indecent thought and mentally chastised herself for entertaining such a lewd and debasing idea about her youthful patient. But then, Todd Behan's eyes met hers and flicked instantly away, as if in embarrassment. Angie's throat turned painfully dry and she felt her face warm with a sudden rush of blood which crimsoned her cheeks and temples. Damnation! It was as if the boy could read her mind!
"I ... I think we'd best begin with that temporary filling I put in," she faltered, hurriedly attempting to cover her disconcertion. "We'll take it out and see how the inlay fits."
"Jeez, I sure hope you don't have to use the drill, Miss Thompson," Todd said in a shaky voice.
"It won't hurt any," she said, oddly breathless and chagrined at her peculiar condition. "Well, not very much, at least. Not like it did when we put it in."
"I won't have to have any needle, will I?"
"No, no Novocain for you today, Todd." She smiled encouragingly at the lad, and, for a long moment, neither of them moved or spoke a word. They simply continued to look at one another. Angie mentally squirmed with uneasiness, increasingly mortified by the way she couldn't seem to break her eyes from his slender, developing figure in the dentist chair. Worse, she sensed that she was imagining that Todd's own gaze was immodestly staring at her full-grown, mature body. It was almost as if his eyes were a solid touch upon her womanly flesh, seeming to roam eagerly over her high, taut breasts and the invitingly lush curves of her thighs and legs.
Nervously, the lady dentist squeezed her thighs together as if to protect her pubic area from the teenage student's blatant scrutiny, and, when she did so, the boy felt his breath freeze in his throat. Man! he thought, gripping the chair arms with his fingers. Miss Thompson is sure built! Her white smock was thin and tight and showed off every bit of her voluptuous body, especially when she did that kind of wriggle, just like somebody was tickling her fanny with a feather! And those titties of hers! They stuck out even better than the ones on the older girls at high school, and he bet they didn't droop down like a rock in a sock when her brassiere was off, like his mother's did!
Just the mere thought of seeing Miss Thompson's naked tits made him feel his cock tingling with excitement! He'd always had a secret desire to see his dentist naked, and then show her he was grown up enough for her. His penis was nearly raw from beating it off while dreaming of her wanting him ... but he knew deep down that she'd only laugh at him and say he had a dumb crush on her. Jeez, what would a grown-up lady like Miss Thompson want with a fifteen year old kid, when she could have all the men she wanted? Crap, the more he kept thinking about it, the stiffer his cock became ... it wouldn't go down, no matter how much he mentally willed it limp!
Angie took a step nearer the agonized boy, coming over to stand beside the chair, a long-handled mirror and a sharp probe in her hands. For some reason she didn't dare question, her eyes slipped down from the boy's open mouth and along his heavily panting chest to the crotch of his jeans. The sight which met her gaze filled her with a renewed passion that both thrilled and terrified her at the same time. Bulging up from his lap, the older woman could clearly see the slender outline of his desire-hardening penis! Dear God, young Todd was getting an erection while he sat looking at her! She could feel the inflamed center of her loins throbbing in violent answer to the sight of his passionate cock beneath his pants, and she deliberately clasped her fingers together to keep from immediately dropping her dental tools and reaching out to touch the swelling mound. Lord, what was she allowing to happen to her? She was supposed to become excited with a man, with Lew Grady ... not with a boy half her age! For a split second, she recalled the numerous times she'd lain in her bed and thought about teenage boys like Todd Behan fucking her, and how she would almost go out of her mind with the obscene idea while she skewered her own inadequate fingers up between her wanting legs. She blushed slightly as guilt flickered tormentedly through her consciousness, and then she leaned forward to begin her professional task, her pulse quickening against her will. A boy ... a mere fifteen year old boy was making her react as no man had ever done!
Desperately, Angie forced her attention on the silent boy's open mouth, moving the mirror inside and around to the right bicuspid where the temporary filling was lodged. His fresh, vibrant breath was hot upon her face, the sweet smell of his tender flesh was making her nostrils dilate eagerly. She could feel a tremor of passion deep up between her thighs, even as she bent over to work, and she realized with shame and dread that she was in almost as fevered a state as Lew had been. At this rate, she'd be attacking the darling adolescent, just as Lew Grady had molested her! Lord, she was talking herself into it with every passing second! The consequences of such a lewd, corrupting act were all too clear, even to the highly agitated young dentist's mind, and she straightened up again, clenching her teeth together in her effort to stop the forbidden sensations that were pulsing unwontedly between her thighs. God, she had to get a grip on herself! Todd blinked rapidly, looking up at her with a mixture of startlement and apprehension. "Is ... is something the matter, Miss Thompson? I brushed my teeth this morning..."
Angie squeezed her inner legs as hard as she had when she'd denied Lew entrance into her vagina ... but this time, it was to try not to allow the still-smoldering embers of desire that her ex-boy friend's caresses had lit within her loins to grow any more heated than they were already. Tell him to leave, her tortured mind screamed. Tell him the inlay is wrong and he'll have to come back again. Tell him anything to get him out of here before it's too late!
Yet, haplessly, the woman dentist realized that she couldn't hide a curt brush-off behind some phony excuse. Todd was intelligent and would see right through it, and then his parents might become incensed, and God only knew the trouble she'd land in then. But she couldn't possibly tell him the truth, either! She simply had to find a way of regaining her self-control and fight this horrid impulse that was rising over her mind! She had to!
Thickly, she answered her patient, "No, Todd. I ... thought of something I'd forgotten. Let's get that filling out now."
With a suddenness born of anguish, Angie leaned forward once again, determined she would be all business and forget his youthful temptation. She moved closer in her concentration, prodding the bicuspid with the thin, curved probe, hooking the dental pick under the malleable plastic of the temporary filling. She gasped unwittingly as the pliant firmness of one breast brushed teasingly against Todd's lean pectoral muscle, feeling the heat of his pounding chest sear through the thin fabric of her nylon smock and brassiere.
Her involuntary caress made the youth all the more aware of her lush, mature form, and, in his confused response, he jerked in the chair, his mouth hitching slightly upwards. Accidentally, the tiny needle end of the probe slipped under the temporary filling and touched a bare nerve of his tooth.
"Yipe!" he cried out in momentary pain, and, in an involuntary and automatic reaction, he jumped a few inches, his arms coming up and around Miss Thompson's neck. Angie staggered under the boy's unexpected embrace, her fingers dropping the mirror and probe in his lap and clutching the chair for support. One hand missed the chair arm and slid down Tod's quivering chest to grip his leg, almost touching the bulge of his penis trapped inside his trousers. Angie could feel his leg muscles as they curved inward to form his developing genitals, and delicious sensations of excitement shot electrically along her nerves. Feeling him like this was wild! Lord, what on earth was happening to her senses?
"G-gee, Miss Thompson, I ... I'm sorry!" Todd stammered, breathing hotly against her burning cheeks.
"Don't be silly," she soothed him tenderly. "It was all my fault." She couldn't seem to find the will power necessary to break free of his pain-induced embrace, and, instead of straightening up, she leaned farther over him so he could hold her tighter. My God, no! She had to keep control of the situation! She mustn't let it get away from her - and this was no way to do it! He was just a beautiful, bashful boy, that was all, and it wouldn't be fair! It wouldn't be right...! But then she heard a soft sultry voice she hardly recognized as her own speaking to him. "Todd ... now, you just stay with your arms around me until you feel better. Your Miss Thompson feels very, very bad for hurting you. You're such a good boy!"
Todd could sense a wild ungovernable excitement building at the base of his penis as guilty desire surged through his adolescent loins. Though he tried to will it flaccid again, his cock continued to swell with heated blood and strained against the fabric of his trousers. Crap, he could die with shame! If Miss Thompson saw him like this, he didn't know what he'd do!
The teenager's flesh was firm and pressuring and sensually alive against Angie's hungry body, his face nuzzling delightfully against her heaving breasts. His innocent desire for her only aroused the young dentist more, and the feel of the fleshy bulge beneath his pants so near her fingers incited her senses until they reeled. Uncontrollably, she put her other hand around his back and pulled his slender body snugly to her, feeling her own breathing coming in deeper and quicker gasps. It wasn't going at all the way she wanted it to ... the way it had to! The fact that his young cock was obviously in almost full erection was driving her mad internally! Her sensuous pussy had needed little to stimulate it before this ... and now the fermentations had increased to the boiling point! She bit into the soft flesh of her full lower lip, once again gripped with tormenting desire. God, she couldn't let it happen ... just couldn't give in to her unrequited cravings for this obscenely tempting boy! It was begging for disaster, and, after all of the promises she'd made and managed to keep, she just had to fight it!
Yet, in spite of her sincere shame at her own animal lust, the lady dentist felt another tremendous surge of salacious delight charging through her love-starved body at the notion of possessing this eager patient of hers. She could feel the aching sexual fires spreading upward to the very nipples of her breasts, hardening them into little cherries of excited nerve-ends. She groaned inwardly as she felt the last remaining remnants of her vows to keep away from children fading into nothingness. The insane desires which Lew Grady had furnaced to a fever pitch were now furious volcanos of lust, bursting with white-hot sensations that were enveloping the very core of her tormented being.
Every nerve in the mature woman's flesh was reacting with lecherous need as she held the boy and the boy clung to her. The reasonings and promises were proving to be only flimsy barriers before the monstrous demands which were sweeping them aside and overwhelming her will to resist. Every moral and inhibition, even her hopes for a future with a man like Lew Grady ... everything was melting away in the heat of her unleashed passions. She could think of nothing but the feel of this darling boy's hot young flesh beneath his shirt and pants. Her brain whirled in shameful despair, but the urgent pressure of wanting little Todd Behan was simply too compelling to restrain any longer. Her obscene cravings had grown too strong, and there was no use fighting them any longer. God, there was just not the slightest thing she could do to save herself, was there? She was lost! Lost!
As though they had a mind of their own, she found that her fingers were circling upwards on his inner thigh. Her hand trailed around the sides of his legs in uncontrollable passion, charging compulsively along his hard young belly and then down to run a single fingertip along the length of his bulging thigh.
"Oh! Oh, Miss Thompson!"
Todd Behan felt his lady dentist's hand come in electric contact with his lower belly, brushing along it and then down over his painfully throbbing penis, still trapped inside his jeans. Her fingers seemed to linger there for a moment and a surge of desire shot through him again. Her touch on his cock had been an accident, of course ...
Or had it?
And then suddenly, her entire palm was brushing over the front of his pants, rubbing the hotly swollen mound of his penis! Her hand teased there for endless seconds, gently massaging his stiffened penile length, caressing with an almost maddening slowness, while he sat frozen in the dentist's chair. Wild, burning ripples of boyish passion flooded through his taut young body and brought his virile penis leaping into an even greater erection!
Todd's mouth opened in a reflexive gasp, and he choked with the shock and pleasure of her fingers along his slender hardness. He half-stood, half-sat in the dentist chair now, motionless, while her hand continued to creep down to his testicles and cup them softly beneath the thin fabric of his pants. The jolt of delicious sensation she caused by her obscene touch raced through his tensed adolescent frame, and he couldn't hold back a little grunt of stimulation.
"Uuuuhhh! Miss Thompson, what are you doing to me?"
The mature woman was pressing even closer to the young student now, the hot swells of her trembling breasts burning like firebrands into his youthful chest. "You like me touching you there, Todd?" she breathed ardently onto the crown of his head. "Do you...?"
"G-gee, I ... I don't know, I...." "You know you do, darling child," Angie said, and her hand moved along his hardened cock again, stroking it with an increasingly fervent boldness. "Oh, and you shouldn't be ashamed of yourself, Todd, my dear. Pretending you didn't have a lovely hard-on, when you did all along. You really do have a nice firm cock, too."
The thrill of hearing herself mouth such forbidden lewdness surged through Angie's body, and she trembled with a desperate longing for this darling child. There was no thought of right or wrong now ... only the desire for his fleshy, virile hardness that would be immature and eager to learn, begging to give rather than demanding to take ...
The inexperienced adolescent reeled with confusion. He couldn't believe what was happening! His dentist was playing with his, pecker! But that couldn't be right! Not Miss Thompson! But, holy crap! Her fingers on him were real, all right, sending frenzied jolts of lascivious excitement running helter-skelter through his mind!
Angie Thompson's nimble fingers continued to caress his swelling young manhood, sliding up and down along his sensitive cock-shaft to massage his small tender scrotum tucked in the crotch of his jeans. Her lush red lips were parted and she kept running her moist little tongue back and forth across them, an oddly lost glaze of passion filming her brilliant dark eyes. Her breath was fervid and sweet against his fresh, beardless face, her mind swirling with the sensual appetites of her suddenly unleashed hunger.
Todd knew he should pull away and take his arms from around this older woman's neck, but he trembled in fear and indecision. This was one hell of a lot more than he'd ever dreamed of, and far more than he could handle coherently! He was scared! He hated to admit it, but, crap almighty, he was actually scared! Yet, the salacious pleasure of his dark-haired dentist's fingers on his rigid penis rendered him frozen, incapable of motion. What's the matter with Miss Thompson? Cripes, am I dreaming this or had she gone crazy? She's playing with my prick like she really wants to...! "I'm going to take it out now, darling Todd." Angie murmured down close to his face. "I want to hold your hard young cock in my hand. I want to see how long and firm it is for me...." "Cripes, Miss Thompson, I-" "It's all right, baby," she cooed reassuringly. "I've gone a lot of years to school, and I'm sort of a doctor, aren't I? I know what's best for that darling hard-on you've got..."
Angie's new found passions had reached that aroused, uncontainable stage where nothing could have stopped her from continuing her lewd seduction of the fifteen year old boy. She gently smoothed the hand that was wrapped around his back down along his plaid shirt, while with her other hand, she gently eased down the zipper of his pants.
Todd sucked in his breath when he sensed her slip her fingers inside his open fly, able to feel her velvety touch along the smooth flesh of his inner thigh and the soft grazing motion of her fingertips beneath one leg band of his thin \ cotton underpants. Then he moaned with quivering delight as her hand lovingly began to stroke the naked flesh of his rock-hard penis. Ohhh, he couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to! Rising tingles of sexual excitement spiraled up from his youthful loins and swirled maddeningly through his lean and hairless body.
"Uggg!" the teenager groaned in lewdly stimulated encouragement, but he could only sit motionless in the dentist chair while her fingers stroked an inch or so of his sensitive cock between her fingers. "Y-You shouldn't, Miss Thompson ... you, you shouldn't be doing this to me!"
"It's all right, darling baby," she repeated again in a soothing tone, smoothing her other hand up underneath his shirt tail and downward along the tender hollow between his firm taut buttocks. "I only want to play with you a little while. You like me playing with you; I know you do...."
Erotically dominated by her suddenly released desires, Angie pressed her breasts tightly to the boy's face, feeling him gasp and tremble in her warm and smothering embrace. A galvanic sensation of need speared through her trembling belly as her hand between their bodies traced the slim young cock, feeling it swell as she fondled it inside his pants, and pleased with its promising length and hardness.
"Ohhhh, Todd, it feels so nice to your dentist!" she whispered in his ear. "Let's take your pants off and have a real fine look at it, shall we...?"
"B-But...." Her soft lewd molasses voice was burning holes right through his brain! He couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to! Obediently, he allowed her to disentangle their arms and gently ease him back in the dental chair until he was stretched out helplessly before her in frightened offering. He watched in wide-eyed amazement as the older woman unbuckled his belt with urgent fingers, and then followed her breathless commands, mindless with adolescent desire. He lifted up his lean, quivering buttocks as she smoothly drew his pants down his thighs, and then he sat back again and lifted his legs so she could untie his shoes and slide his pants off all the way. And then he felt her warm, knowing hands on his naked hips, tugging wantonly at his underpants, and again he raised himself up enough so that she could remove them from his loins and added them to the pile of his pants and shoes on the floor. He cowered in shaken fascination in the dental chair, with only a thin cotton shirt which came to his hips to show that he'd ever been fully clothed. His slender young erection stood straight up from his hairless loins, palpitating with a slight drop of seminal fluid oozing from its tip.
"Oh, it's lovely, Todd, just lovely to me," his brunette lady dentist sighed in rising passion. Her body was alive, racing all over with the obscene fire of her salacious needs. Oh Lord! His swollen penis was just the perfect size for her! Here was a male cock she wouldn't have to fear! Excitedly, the older woman kneeled in front of the chair, the trembling boy's legs on either side of her shoulders. She could view all along his inner thighs this way, up to the delicious crevice between his tender buttocks, in which his testicles nestled so invitingly, tight and round with their sensitive textured skin and pulsing with virile semen. God, it looked almost like a delicacy to her! Almost good enough to taste!
"Now he back in the chair, baby," Angie urged him in a low, soothing voice, and the boy groaned in mortification at being naked and helplessly exposed before this beautiful lady dentist. "Lie back and I'll make your lovely cock feel good! I'll hold it and squeeze it and ... and kiss it even!"
"N-No, Miss Thompson, no, please, don't do any more to me!" Todd whimpered in protest, her words driving him crazy with desire, but his renewed fear momentarily outweighing it. "You ... you're not supposed to play with my pecker!"
"But I have been, haven't I?"
"B-But not any more, please! I'm not even supposed to!" he blurted, almost close to tears with his feverish mixture of passion and adolescent trepidation.
"But you do play with your prick, don't you?" she hissed up at him from where she was kneeling between his legs. "I know you do ... when you're home in bed and all alone. And I know you like to, because it feels so good .. .just like I'm going to make your nice hard prick feel good now!"
Kneeling on the office floor in front of the boy, Angie began to smooth her hands lustfully over his strong young body, feeling the sleek, \ developing muscles tense as she explored the secret hollows and crevices of his tender flanks. Her fingers slowly encircled the goal of her salacious quest once again, tightening around his quivering hardness with a provocative and tender emotion.
"Ohhhh, little baby, I'm going to make you so happy!" she moaned in sensuous promise. "You'll never be sorry for letting your dentist play with your cock...!"
She clasped his jerking penis between her thumb and forefinger and began to rub up and down the desire-heated shaft in long rhythmic strokings, from the tip of his pulsating glans to the sturdy base and then down around his semen-filled testicles. Todd gaped in petrified wonderment as he watched his lady dentist masturbating him ... and oh, he could hardly breathe with the delightful feelings she was giving him! He'd never been so keyed-up crazy in his life! He couldn't utter a word, but could only stare down at her tightening fingers as they rubbed up and down his slender erection. Man ... it was wild! If Miss Thompson wanted to beat his meat off, then let her! To hell with what he'd always been taught before! He wanted her never to stop ... !
Angie's sparkling desirous eyes widened at the gleaming spectacle of the adorable adolescent's slender cock plunging in and out between her desperately stroking fingers. This was all the reason she had to have, seeing its hardened shaft emerging from her tightly clenching hand, slipping and dancing as it continued to slither hotly out of her kneading concealment. God...! She leaned to one side, resting a burning cheek on his inner leg. His cock was so beautiful, so temptingly beautiful! No man's penis had ever been so desirable to her, not when they were so thick and huge and threatening.. . Little Todd Behan was so entirely perfect for her...!
For a long sensation-sparked moment, Angie stared at the young boy's glistening rod of budding male flesh while she masturbated him. She sensed her mouth and throat rapidly going dry, as if filled with sand, then salivating at the erotically infusing sight of it! Unable to control the sudden obscene urge, she turned her head and planted a warm moist kiss on the inside of his smooth upper thigh. Angie was surprised at her own lewd boldness, but this innocent child's lust-engorged shaft was the most arousing morsel of tender young flesh she could ever hope to spy! She knew she would hate herself for wanting to taste it, but at the moment only maddening thrills of unnatural desire permeated her brain, and she could conceive of no greater pleasure than to have this boy shoot his fresh virile semen deep into her waiting mouth ... a perversion which she would never have allowed a full-grown man to do no matter how he might have raped her. Oddly, she found that the mere anticipation of sucking this teenager's penis seemed to set her own loins on tingling, warm fire, and now ... now, she understood the sheer, wanton lust which a woman could feel toward a lover!
The brunette dentist leaned her head forward a little more, nibbling with her lips and teeth the firm smooth flesh of Todd Behan's loins. She raised her face slightly, an abandoned expression of carnality playing over her ravishing features, and without reluctance laved her tongue around the hairless base of his cock. Slowly she worked her wet pink tongue up along his quivering hardness, removing her fingers one at a time as she did, tasting the pungent male tang for the first time in her life. Its distinctive spice instigated wild tremors of delight coursing through her, and she felt her breasts harden achingly beneath her hovering chest, and the firmness of her belly and thighs ripple with newfound sensations of want. Oh, I love it! Hove it!
She lavished the straining young erection with her warm greedy mouth, grazing it again and again along its sperm-ridged underside to its tight coronal ridge, washing and caressing it with every lapping stroke, the crown of her head nearly resting upon the boy's stomach as she managed to split the tiny orifice at the tip of its rounded head with the point of her tongue. She was wild with the frenzied new sensations churning in her belly and loins, thrilling to the erotic stimulations she had never dreamed could exist. The delicious fresh piquancy of hi] budding genitals was driving her almost to the point of orgasm, a phenomenon she would nevei have believed possible. Quickly, the lust-fired brunette trailed her tongue back of his throbbing scrotum and along the wetly glistening shaft to its bulbous head ... and then slipped her lips in a tightly ovaling ring down over it...
Todd Behan couldn't hold back a whimper of disbelieving delight, never-before experienced chills racing along his spine as his depraved dentist brought her mouth down over his slender naked cock. He watched in transfixed excitement with his legs spread as obscenely wide as possible, while the older woman enclosed his moistly pulsing glans in a warm lip-locking pressure. He couldn't resist thrusting his passion-clenched buttocks responsively up off the black leather chair, shoving as much of his bursting penis between her clasping lips as possible. He watched her mouth tighten like an elastic band around his throbbing erection as if it were a sweet stick of candy to lick and savor between the hollowing sides of her cheeks. He grunted and raised his head higher to view down at her lasciviously plunging mouth sucking on his cock. He'd heard of girls doing this to guys ... dirty old whores and things like that ... but this was lovely Miss Thompson, his own dentist! Just the sight of his penis captured between her tightly milking lips was enough to blow his mind! And crap! What would she do if he shot his wad in her mouth? What would she do to him then...?
A small portion of Angie's lust-distorted brain still cried out in horror at what she was doing. My God, how had she allowed herself to become so obscene? But then, the very lewdness of her position flickered like an erotic movie through her mind. She imagined how she must look, a thirty-year old woman kneeling between a fifteen year old boy's naked thighs while sucking his virginal cock for all it was worth ... and the mental picture only seemed to incite her rising passions to a new unleashed fury. She could feel young Todd's answering thrusts as his hips moved up and down off the dental seat in his effort to slide more of his hard-tensed cock between her roundly slavering lips, and she abandoned the last of her guilt and doubt in the delirium of the moment. With a spontaneous urgency, she sucked with greater voracity at the hotly sawing penis, her cheeks hollowing and filling with his boyish invasion. Her tongue locked frantically at his desire-swollen cock-head, the tip probing deep into the small little slit on its end. God, how she wanted him to shoot his cum in her mouth! She wanted draw his virile seed all the way up from his smooth hairless balls and out through his slender erection until her depraved belly was flooded She wanted it to run through every pore of he wicked body in unending torrents of evil joy!
Todd stared down at his dentist's lovely face stuffed with the fleshy rod of his cock, her soft pink lips working up and down over his glistening shaft with an obscene hunger. He jerked his naked pelvis up tighter to her face, until she was right off the chair, his throat and mouth flannel-dry, and his sawing penis feeling as if it were ready to shatter like glass! Oh crap! It was going to happen! His cock was set to blow right in her mouth at any second! He writhed his lean buttocks furiously, jerking maniacally as he felt his hot jism erupting deep down in his testicles and shooting up the length of his aching cock to spew wildly out into the older woman's throat!
Angie mewled in muffled tones as her prurient wish came true. She could feel her patient's youthfully pungent semen exploding in her mouth, and her cheeks expanded like balloons to keep from choking on the huge surges that flowed without stopping from the bloated head of his penis. She swallowed in eagerly milking gulps, fastening her lips tighter around the ejaculating male flesh to keep from losing a single drop of his precious sperm. Small droplets of the viscous white liquid dribbled from the corners of her mouth as the boy cried out his climax in a high-pitched voice. His slender organ squirted the final dregs of his seething adolescent cum, and then he collapsed back with satiation in the dental chair. But Angie continued sucking and nibbling on his deflated young penis long after it had softened lifelessly in her mouth....
At last she allowed his limp little cock to slide wetly from between her lips with an obscene sucking sound, and she sat back on the floor in a dazed, quivering stillness. She licked her lips to catch the final remaining droplets of his delicious semen, her entire body drained of everything by the excess of hot creamy seed that so completely filled her belly. She had to admit that she felt a glow of satisfaction and a new sense of adventure in her immoral conquest of the young boy ... but gradually an aftermath of shame and self-disgust began to filter through her slowly awakening mind. With growing misery, the young woman dentist lay sprawled out in her lewd position before the dental chair, watching Todd's blue eyes flash with yearning delight over her lightly-clad body. The horrible realization that she may have corrupted his life forever by this moment of weakness made her groan with increased self-loathing. Lord, what a perverting and degenerate woman she'd just been to him!
"Gee, Miss Thompson," she heard the teenager sigh above her, "that was sure fun! That sure beats having my teeth fixed all to hell! When can we do it again?"
"There ... there won't be another time, Todd," Angie managed to answer, faltering for the proper words. "Not ... not ever."
"W-Why? W-Wasn't it any fun for you? Don't you like me any more?"
"Oh God, oh God," the lady dentist whimpered. God, if only he knew how much fun it was for me! she thought. But she knew she had to be firm in her rejection, or else neither of them would ever have a chance to forget what they had done and return to normal, healthy lives.
"I ... I like you, Todd. But this ... this was a mistake. A wretched, wretched mistake!"
"Jeez, I don't see how," Todd mumbled, crestfallen.
"Believe me, it shouldn't have happened. I thought ... oh, I don't know what I thought, but I do know there can never be a next time, like this. Please, let's not talk about it any more. Just.. .just get dressed and go. We'll fix that tooth another day."
"S-sure." Todd slid down from the high, wide dental chair and picked up his pants. He put on his clothes with slow dejection, feeling stupid and ashamed. She was disappointed in him, that was for sure. She said she liked him, he thought morosely ... but she was probably putting him on to try and make him feel better. It was just like he'd figured.
He was too young for her, and he bet she was used to grown-up men, ones with lots more experience and bigger peckers. He must've done something wrong ... or not. He didn't know which but he really wanted to find out so that next time he could please a girl and not have her reject him like Miss Thompson was doing. Crap it was enough to make a guy bawl!
His vulnerable adolescent ego was wilting at the humiliating thought that he hadn't been man enough for her, but there was nothing she dared to say to make it right. It had to be this way, for both their sakes!
"Good-bye, Todd," she said gently to him. "Be a good boy and ... and tell your mother the inlay wasn't ready, will you?"
"Uh-huh," he answered dully.
"It wouldn't ... it wouldn't be nice to tell anybody what we did. Please keep it a secret." Even as she warned him, a sudden nightmare welled up in her mind as she envisioned the boy bragging to his friends how his dentist had sucked his cock ... or confessing to his parents out of shame and bewilderment. But he nodded his head in mute agreement and kept on walking down the corridor to the office door, his feet shuffling in shoes that had untied laces. God, she prayed he would keep his promise! All he would have to say was one word, one single tiny word, and she'd be lucky to escape without arrest or prison.
The hallway door closed behind Todd Behan's retreating figure, and Angie turned back to her workroom of gleaming white tile and expensive dental equipment. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut to blot out the lurid memories it produced in silent disapproval, and she had the sinking feel that forever it would be her room of shame and surrender to the lowest depths of depravity. She began to feel a deep despair, a mental agony born of the resolve that what she'd committed must never, never take place again ... and the clammy fear that perhaps it was already too late, and that her slip into wantonness would prove to have been the beginning of her ruination ...
CHAPTER THREE
Through sheer self-control that Angie Thompson had never before known she possessed, she painfully lasted through the balance of the afternoon's appointments. The young brunette felt as though she were nothing more than a fleshy robot most of the time, going through the motions of her profession in a sort of ritualistic numbness. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the miserably haunted young dentist was able to lock up shop and drive home to the suburbs, where she shared a ranch-style house with Sheryl and Frank Waters.
Sheryl and Frank were not home when she arrived, for which Angie was extremely grateful. Entering the house, she threw the door closed behind her, flipped on the living room lights, and stood staring at the familiar furnishings in which she lived - home, safety, sanctuary. And yet the wood-beamed ceiling, the oiled walnut furniture, the large curving sofa at the far end of the room - everything seemed so alien now, so strange and not at all comforting as if she no longer belonged in its polite surroundings. Dear Lord, she felt as if she would go insane from the terrible guilt she bore, the terrible knowledge, and she needed something to deaden the screaming nerve ends in her mind. She had to have some sort of respite!
She hurried over to a formica-topped cabinet where Frank kept his liquor supply, and locating a bottle of brandy, poured herself a glass. She sipped longingly at the potent amber liquid, walking over to gaze out the rear windows to the patio and the green lawn that rolled gently down to a garden of tall plants and shrubs. The house belonged to her roommate Sheryl, part of a divorce settlement from her disastrous marriage. It had been one of those things an impressionable girl of eighteen can become involved in, the man twenty years her senior and only interested in proving he was still virile and attractive in his middle age. Angie didn't know all the details and had never pressed Sheryl for them, but the marriage had obviously left a deep and abiding scar on the younger woman's soul, and was, in Angie's opinion, the reason behind Sheryl's bitterness toward men and her rabid Fem Lib nature.
In fact, it had been at a Women Forward! meeting that Angie had first met Sheryl Waters. She'd gone there out of curiosity with another friend, and there she'd learned that Sheryl was feeling lonely, rattling around in the three-bedroom house all by herself. Angie had been in the process of looking for another apartment, so it was natural that the two would get together. That had been eight months ago, and it had worked out very well.
Sheryl's brother had shown up three months ago for a two-week stay that had the earmarks of continuing indefinitely. He was two years older than his sister, and at twenty-five, was the loudest, brashest, cockiest man Angie had ever met. He didn't walk, he strutted. He would throw back his head and bark laughter, especially at anything risque or dirty. Angie looked upon him as everything she abhorred in a man, and after a couple of crude passes, she was able to get that point across to him.
Without either Sheryl or Frank there at the moment, the house was quiet as a tomb to Angie's ears. But Sheryl would be home soon from her secretarial job, and Frank ... well God only knew where that good-for-nothing loafer was. It was enough that for the moment there was peace around her, and she took another deep swallow, savoring the brandy as it warmed her throat all the way down to her stomach. But while quiet surrounded her, inside her mind crashed the roaring breakers of storm-tossed emotions ...
Angie could not shake the insidious memories of her lewd behavior that afternoon, despite the liquor flowing through her bloodstream. She recalled all too clearly how she'd just seduced Todd Behan until she'd devoured his youthful penis and sacrificed his precious innocence. Her dormant body had awakened into a raging mass of sexually hungry flesh, corrupting the boy, without mercy, by sucking his delicious penis to orgasm and leaving the teenager drained and depleted in her dental chair. And she could find no excuse to justify her evil behavior, not one single reason to ease her burden of guilt. Trembling with shame, she finished her glass of brandy in a single heady gulp, and it made her dizzy and slightly ill, for she hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast. She choked to hold the brandy down as she remembered what she had tasted hungrily for lunch, and in an automatic response, she lifted the glass again.
Realizing the glass was empty, the troubled brunette returned to the cabinet and poured herself some more brandy. She felt a little ashamed at the way she was gulping Frank's liquor, but she couldn't help a sense of relief for the faint light-headedness which was easing the constriction of her tortured mind. Yet Lord, it was not enough ...
The shame-stricken lady dentist turned away from the liquor cabinet, afraid that Sheryl might come home at any moment and catch her like this. She took a step toward the hall, then turned back and grasped the brandy bottle, and holding it carefully to her breast, walked down to her bedroom. She staggered once, but she wasn't sure whether that was from the effects of the alcohol or the swirling torment that was seething through her veins.
Inside her bedroom, Angie shut the door and leaned against it, biting down hard on the lower lip in an effort to block the thoughts that were marauding her mind. She felt tears welling in her eyes, but she blinked them back, suddenly experiencing an irrational desire to purge herself to cleanse her mind and body of all the traces of her guilt. Bent on taking a shower as quickly as she could, she lurched to the dresser, where she put down the bottle and glass and turned on the small table lamp. Then in feverish haste, the anguished older woman stripped off her work smock, throwing it along with her brassiere and panties into a far corner.
But the reflection in the dresser mirror caught her eyes, and for a long moment she stared shamefully at her mature, voluptuous body. Just as always, she thought mournfully as she saw that her naked flesh looked exactly as it had that morning. Nobody could ever guess that she'd been nearly raped and then crazily molested an innocent young boy ... and as she continued to view her naked curvaceous figure with rapt fixation, she could almost perceive a face, Todd's face, as another foggy image in the mirror. She knew it was only her mind playing tricks on her, but she could almost feel imaginary small hands caressing and squeezing her naked skin ... she could almost hear her own deep craving voice pleading for more ... more of ... of sex!
Sex: only a word to her before, a notion of a physical contact that she had never enjoyed. But this afternoon she had learned the meaning and passion that lay behind that word. But it had not been with a man. No, it had been an inexperienced young fifteen year old who had unchained these strange new longings in her body ...
It was too bad that she would have to return to her dependence on masturbation, with nothing but the memory of this wild afternoon to excite her. Just the remembrance of the handsome adolescent was sufficient to send little tingles of pleasure through her now, making her nipples harden and distend before her very eyes. But no, she had gone too far as it was ... and in another respect, she had come too close. She must not even let herself dwell on darling Todd Behan, for if anything happened like that again, she might end up in bed with the boy! In bed... making passionate love ... and to a teenager! And Angie was determined more than ever not to let such a disaster strike.
With trembling fingers, she located the brandy bottle and poured yet another drink for herself. Some of the liquor spilled down in a thin brown rivulet between her nakedly quivering breasts as she raised the glass to her lips and drank deeply with her eyes still locked on her cream-white reflection in the mirror. The fiery alcohol burned and made her cough for air. Her stomach recoiled, seeming about to rebel, and then settled again and the brandy stayed down. Angie poured again from the bottle, drank again, and then stood swaying on the bedroom carpet as she waited for the impact of the potent liquor to soothe her wounded conscience.
She hiccupped twice, then felt a vast dizziness take hold of her entire body. Some of the awful pressure seemed to finally abate under the renewed onslaught of the opiate brandy, and a kind of steady lethargy returned to the humiliated woman dentist. It spread through her tortured system like wildfire, numbing her fingertips, her lips, and she knew she was in no condition to navigate the way to the bathroom now. Dimly she was aware that she had to crawl into bed before the quickly-downed alcohol hit her full force and made her pass out.
Unsteadily, she groped her way from the dresser to the large double bed in the center of the room. She fumbled along the wall for support until she reached the bed, and then collapsed on the covers without being able to push them back and slide between the sheets. She was asleep - comatose - within a matter of seconds, lying nakedly sprawled with her head cradled on the soft down pillow....
The sound of someone entering the bedroom woke her from the depths of a heavy, drugged sleep.
Angie had no idea how much time had elapsed since she had passed out, other than the vague realization it was very late at night. Her brain was still thick with the effects of the liquor and the enveloping sleep, and the fullness of her shame and misery was buried somewhere under a sea of cotton which floated within the confines of her skull. A half-realized fear that it would burst into consciousness made her whimper slightly as she lay there naked and bathed in the cold sweat of nightmares. But the reprehensibility remained ethereal, finally retreating altogether into her subconscious, and she began to experience a kind of unstable calm.
"Angie...?" As if from a great distance, a voice - a familiar, softly feminine voice - floated to her ears. "Angie, are you all right ... ?"
Angie was cogent now, but as if in a dream her ears picking up the sound of steps padding barefoot across the carpet, but she couldn't seem to open her eyes to see who it was. Once again the fear tried to rush through her, to bring her sitting up in terror on the bed, but the defensive barriers that her mind had formed with the aid of the brandy refused to be broken down. She could only lay listening, the lids of her eyes impossibly heavy, as whoever was in the room came nearer and nearer and finally stopped beside the bed.
"Angie? This is Sheryl. I heard you crying...."
Oh God, not Sheryl! I can't bear to have her see me like this... But Angie was unable to put her anguish into words, unable to speak at all.. .
Sheryl Waters looked down at the half-unconscious brunette who shared her home, and the effect of Angie's despairing motion on the covers was electrifying to her. The twenty-three year old blonde sucked in her breath, unable to take her eyes off her roommate's fully exposed body on the covers.
Angie's hair fanned out behind the rolling head like a black glossy halo in the dim light of the dresser lamp, perspiring as if in the heat of some unknown passion. Sheryl let her eyes wander with fond admiration down to the older woman's taut, full breasts with their plum-dark nipples like burnished accents on the soft skin, and she clutched the throat of her long diaphanous gown, feeling her own breasts swelling in response. Then she gazed rapturously along Angie's smooth flat belly and the gentle sloping of her thighs, down to where her softly curling pubic hair contrasted darkly with the ivory warmth of her thighs and shadowed the pink flesh of her vaginal lips. Never had she seen so desirable looking a woman, not even in the girls' showers back at the high school where she'd once gone!
Lord in heaven, how can I keep from touching her? Sheryl groaned inwardly.
Sheryl Waters had always been enamored with the sight of feminine nakedness. She'd valiantly tried to keep away from any lesbian contact as a growing girl, but the frustration had been almost insurmountable. If she hadn't resorted to fingering her tight little pussy to climax in the privacy of her own home, she would have gone right out of her mind! Then her mother had caught her masturbating in the shower one day, and she'd known something else had to be done.
In desperation, she had accepted Landry Furgeson's proposal, hoping she could put an end to her perverted desires by learning to love the white-haired widower and his thick, throbbing penis. But her wedding night had been a horror for her, a night of terror and agony as her virginity had been ripped away without regard for her feelings or her fears. Landry Furgeson had been, unfortunately, exactly the type of brutal and uncaring sadist she was inwardly afraid all men were. She had been unable to respond with the passion she'd thought she should, and growing frigid, she soon proved impossible for the middle-aged man to stand. The fights, the lies, the cheating ... God; she still woke up nights with the horrid memories of those two years with him!
Eventually Landry had deserted her, and she'd become an embittered woman despising all men. She hated her ex-husband to such a degree that she had purposely petitioned the court for her maiden name back. And now there was no halting her unnatural desires. She'd joined every militant women's group she could find, and there she'd met numerous females with the same fear of men and the same frustration for sexual expression - whether they admitted it or not. The pleasurable interludes of stroking their creamy smooth skin and kissing the trembling wetness between their thighs became the only sexual satisfaction Sheryl had ever known, and she had never thought once about returning to the bestial arms of some rapacious man.
And now, standing at the side of Angie's bed, she smiled down at the naked brunette dentist who shared her home, and thought of the love they could also share if only Angie would agree. The heavily breathing blonde could feel her own moistened cuntal lips swelling with passion and her tiny clitoris hardening with mounting desire, the nipples of her throbbing breasts tingling against the soft material of her nightgown, and she moistened her lips several times as she fantasized about how she could gently bring Angie to a peak of orgasm as only a woman knew how to do. And Lord! With the opportunity spread naked before her, how on earth could she resist the temptation to try...?
"Sheryl..." Angie's lips moved again as she tried to form words. "Sheryl, what are you doing here...?"
Angie felt a gentle lowering of the mattress as her roommate sat down alongside her. "Don't be upset, Angie," the younger girl's soft, gentle voice intoned. "Frank's asleep but I heard you crying in here when I came from the bathroom. So I ...just came in. You must have been having a nightmare, dear, but it's all right now."
Angie tried to speak again, but nothing would come out. The tormented brunette could only toss her head some more on the pillow, tears unable to squeeze past her weighted eyelids. One of her hands was lifted from the covers and stroked tenderly between two very soft palms.
"Something Is the matter," Sheryl said in sympathetic concern. "I've never seen you this way, so distraught and upset. Tell me about it, Angie, maybe I can help...."
Angie shook her head convulsively, finally able to fight the words past her throat. "N-No, I can't...." she whimpered. "I c-can't...."
"It's not good, keeping it bottled up inside you this way," the blonde roommate urged.
"It'll only make things worse."
Angie could finally feel her tears brimming in her eyes and trickling down over her cheeks. She was only partially aware of Sheryl moving closer to her on the bed, and could hazily sense the other woman smoothing the silken strands of her long dark hair.
"There, there," she heard a softly cooing voice close to her ear. "It can't be as bad as all that...."
"It is ... it is...." Angie moaned uncontrollably.
"Tell me about it, dear. Don't be afraid. It'll be just between us two, I promise. That's what friends are for...."
Perhaps it was Sheryl's tenderly reassuring words, or perhaps it was because her own torment was too great to bear and the brandy she'd drunk had loosened her natural reluctance. But whatever it was, Angie's tortured mind suddenly did want to confess all. She had promised herself that the appalling truth would be locked in the confines of her soul forever, but with an overwhelming surge, she now broke down and told her solicitous roommate everything that had happened to her that horrible day at the office. In sobbing, broken, half-intelligible words, she haltingly described the near-rape on her desk by Lew Grady, and then shortly afterwards, her own unforgivable rape of young Todd Behan's immature penis. She left out nothing, for once the dam of her sorrow was breached, she was incapable of leaving any of the unspeakable sins unsaid. Then having finished, she turned her head aside and continued to cry in wretched helplessness.
Sheryl Waters stroked Angie's hand and hair, and a small lewd smile curved along her youthful face. It was just as she'd suspected all along! Angie had been brutalized by men, and like herself, had rejected them in return. And now, though her roommate might be seven years older, she was not as experienced, and was not fully aware of what her womanly body was craving - other than the subconscious desire to love and be loved. But she, Sheryl, could show her lovely friend the way, the bliss that could turn them into lovers overnight! But God, did she dare...?
" ... Ohhhh Sheryl, I'm so miserable," Angie moaned disconsolately. "You ... you don't know how ... you don't know...."
"Oh, but I do, dear," breathed Sheryl fervently. "I know all about how bad men can be. You must trust me, and not be afraid ... " "Afraid...?"
"Shhh now, shhh...." Sheryl whispered, but her breath hitched in her throat from her rising desire. "I'll rub your head a little, Angie. I'll rub your head and arms and help you relax. That will make you feel better, won't it...? You're so beautiful, Angie, with such a lovely firm body ... I'm so happy you could move in with me ...
"Mmmmm..." Angie sighed, her tears ceasing and her mind only half hearing her roommate's velvet-soft words. She could feel Sheryl's soothing fingertips massaging around her forehead and temples, and a calming euphoria began to flow through her tattered nerves. It did feel good, so pleasant and nice . ..
"Men are so cruel, so harsh!" Sheryl was saying in the same mesmerizing tone of voice. "I remember how Landry would come bursting into the bedroom whenever he could get it up. He was never kind and gentle with me, only like some savage animal out to destroy...."
The torpor within Angie began to increase now, and Sheryl's words became almost meaningless to her. But she listened to them anyway, not wishing Sheryl to' stop massaging her arms and face, needing somebody, someone who was understanding the way she she felt now. The softly flowing sentences her blonde roommate was intoning were unimportant... what was important was her voice, so hypnotic, so soothing, making the hurt recede even further ...
" ... faster and harder Landry would fuck me, like a crazed bull, until finally he'd cum. Then that huge cock of his would get even larger, and his sticky sperm would shoot up inside my pussy until I was overflowing with the stuff. And when he was finished, he'd pull his prick out like it was a sword being pulled out of my guts, trailing his goddamn cum all over my legs...."
Angie shivered unconsciously, drowsily listening to the lewd words filtering in her ears. Her face blushed slightly as she felt her body twitch in sympathy for Sheryl, remembering in a vague dream-like way how she had been so cruelly fucked by a man so many years ago. The trickling thought perversely stimulated her against her will, and without her conscious desire, a tiny tendril of arousal somehow burrowed down inside her loins.
maybe you think I ought to try a boy too," Sheryl said in a light, gently taunting manner. "I could try, but I don't think it would do any good for me. He'd be smaller, but no better than any man. Her voice was trembling now as she rapidly lost control of herself. "And Angie, we can do better together ... believe me ... if only you'll trust me and not be afraid...."
Suddenly the twenty-three year old girl could no longer fight the desperate urges burning through her vibrant flesh. Taking one hand away from Angie's fevered brow, she reached up and unfastened the drawstring of her nightgown. Then deftly, she wriggled the loose folds of the satin nightie down over her naked body and exposed her firm, curvaceous flesh beneath. Her corn-silk colored hair curled down over her shoulders, framing a sweet, snub-nosed face with wide, full lips and dimpled cheeks. Her conical young breasts beat with the rhythm of her lustfully pounding heart, solid and upright though not quite as large and developed as Angie's. As she inched closer to the dark-haired woman lying supine and unaware on the bed, Angie could see that her blonde roommate was stretching open the rounded cuntal lips between her slender, almost boyish thighs, showing their pink fleshy smoothness and the little swollen bud of her hardened clitoris. Beneath the sparse growth of her golden pussy hair, Sheryl's vaginal crevice seemed to be twitching with prurient expectancy, swelling with anticipatory arousal and moistening with desire. Trembling now, Sheryl reached out with her hand and gently stroked one of Angie's firmly rounded breasts, pausing to tease the dark nipple with a practiced feminine touch.
"Sh-Sheryl? W-what are you doing...?" Angie, still soporific and dizzy, lay as if tied helplessly to the bed. A dry, almost strangling lump began to form in her throat as only dimly, she comprehended that her roommate was no longer massaging her throbbing temples, but was cupping her breast with an unmistakable intent.
"Trust me...."Sheryl whispered seductively. "I know what you need, dear. You need what no man or boy can give you, what only a woman can give you. Understanding, Angie, understanding and a different kind of love. Not the violent, painful love of a man, but a gentle love, without pain. Wouldn't you like to be loved that way...?"
In stunned disbelief, Angie trembled on the covers of her bed unable to understand what had possessed her blonde-haired friend to act so obscenely. She lay unable to move, as though her mind was bereft of power to repel the intimate caresses which were both exciting and shocking at the same time. She heard a warning bell toll distantly in the back of her drunkenly confused mind, telling her this was evil... evil. .. yet the arousing tendrils of delicious sensations that were flowing through her naked flesh seemed to overwhelm her unwilling thoughts ...
"You're so pretty," Sheryl sighed wetly into her ear. "I thought so from the first day you moved in, and I watched you undressing that night. I wanted to be with you then, but I didn't dare say so. But you're too good to waste yourself on men or little boys. Let me show you about loving, Angie, real loving that doesn't hurt you but only feels good...."
Sheryl's hands squeezed her roommate's breasts tenderly and she leaned over closer ... Angie found she could not move as the blonde girl's lips closed tightly over her own, gently at first so she could feel the full moistness of Sheryl's mouth, and then more firmly. She sensed her own lips beginning to involuntarily relax under the sensitive pressure, and then as Sheryl's tongue slipped wetly between her teeth, Angie seemed to submit gradually to the thrilling new sensations. She let her naked body follow up, rubbing against the other woman, her warmly pulsing loins undulating with building desire.
Sheryl stretched out on the bed beside Angie then, moving hard against her while feeling her own perverted passion seething hot and urgent. Her hand continued to massage her full firm breasts with a woman's special gentleness, while Angie responded unwittingly to the horribly fascinating and stimulating attentions.
The young lady dentist felt her frustrated body smoldering with the lust-inspired embers of that afternoon's seduction, and she closed her eyes and trembled all over from the slowly growing yearnings filtering through her flesh. The small, caressing fingers crept over her breasts and around her tautly tingling nipples like taunting feathers, teasing her to respond until the point where any resistance would disappear.
Sheryl held her tight, rubbing her nakedly voluptuous body so that the nipples of their breasts met and crushed electrically against one another. Angie felt her roommate's thigh raise and one slender shapely leg twine eagerly about her hip until the soft curls of Sheryl's pubic hair brushed with warm invitation against her own pulsating cuntal slit. One of the hands squeezing her breasts slipped around and moved down to her firmly rounded buttocks, pulling them apart to slide between and caress the tight, sensitive anal opening with a middle finger. Then Sheryl began slithering slowly down over Angie's quivering body, placing herself between the dazed brunette's unconsciously spreading thighs.
Angie's breath caught in her chest as her Fern Lib girl friend started softly kissing her naked white thighs. She tried to stop Sheryl from inching her legs still farther apart, but it was as if her drunken and desire-ridden flesh would not obey her vainly protesting mind. Horrified, she looked down to see that her thighs were now splayed wide open in defenseless surrender to whatever Sheryl wished to do. She couldn't believe it! After all that had taken place that day ... after all of the vows and pledges she'd made, this couldn't be happening to her now! But God, oh God, it was...
Angie could offer no resistance at all as the other woman bent obscenely between her open legs. She sucked in her breath as she felt Sheryl's thumbs pressing outward, spreading the soft, hair-fringed lips of her vagina and allowing the warm air of her bedroom to brush against her there. Sheryl's tongue flicked forward, the tip teasing moistly against the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris, causing it to spring involuntarily into trembling hardness. Before the terrified young woman could summon the strength to resist this new debasement, her roommate spread the swollen lips of Angie's cunt still wider and thrust her wetly teasing tongue deep into the moist, unconsciously pulsating walls of the confused brunette's vagina.
The unexpectedly searing contact with the sensitive flesh of her cunt brought a long low moan of undisguised humiliation from Angie's parted lips. "No ... no, it's wrong ... no...." she groaned over and over to herself as Sheryl's tongue speared obscenely in and out of the unwontedly dilating lips of her pussy. In spite of her shame and horror at the lewd and sinful things being done to her defenseless loins, more wisps of forbidden pleasure were rippling deep down inside her drunken body. Her arms lay tensed at her sides while her firmly rounded breasts jiggled slightly from the salacious buffeting she was undergoing. She clenched her eyes shut and bared her lips back over her teeth in an effort to control the tingling sensations that were stabbing up from the tight, fleshy slit of her silk-smooth vagina.
"Ohhhhh, Sheryl, stop it... please...." she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hotly flicking tongue teasing without mercy inside her nakedly splayed cuntal opening. But the combination of the brandy and the delicious passion being produced by the younger woman's tongue and lips, plus the effect of the deep, troubled sleep in which Angie had been before, were enough to keep the disturbed and aroused woman dentist just beyond complete resistance. After all the pain she'd experienced with Lew Grady's brutal attack, and the guilt and shame festering from her subsequent seduction of unsuspecting little Todd Behan, her naked flesh was defensively willing to allow the lewd stimulations to dominate her weakening resistance.
Sheryl could sense the gathering surrender, and with a satisfied grin, the younger woman thrust her tongue deeper into the quivering sheath of Angie's involuntarily welcoming vagina. The blonde-haired roommate then moved her own body around so that she could straddle with her legs pressed tightly to the older woman's shoulders, her widespread thighs undulating in a hunched position over Angie's contorted face. She began to orally fuck her yielding cunt harder and faster now, sliding her soft wet tongue far up into the dilating, clasping channel, and reveling in the unintelligible sounds Angie was whimpering beneath her obscene ministrations. Sheryl licked and sucked around the velvet-like interior of the swollen, hair-rimmed pussy lips, feeling the soft silkiness of Angie's pubic curls graze tantalizingly against her nose and cheeks.
Angie moaned with mounting desire, unable to stop her pulsing thighs from responding by arching upwards slightly in a slow, eager grinding against Sheryl's face. Her wavering thoughts of right or wrong, depravity or passion, passed with the shivers of uncontained hunger, and she drew her thighs wider apart to give Sheryl freer access to the wetly trembling flesh of her tremoring pussy. She found that despite her aversion, she was clutching her roommate's slender buttocks with almost a spastic strength, and her face was tangled in the golden wisps of Sheryl's pubic hair. Ripples of shame and abhorrence coursed through her defenseless body, and her mind rebelled at returning the liquid caresses she was so ardently accepting. I can't do it ... I can do this, too, after everything else today...!
But her reluctance was irresistibly overridden by the inundation of sensuality and excitement. Her lips and tongue tentatively burrowed into the cleft of Sheryl's soft vaginal slit, and she inhaled the beautiful bouquet of female aroma coming from the heated loins hovering just above her face. Her own pussy ached with the twin devils of her friend's lewd mouthings and the arousal of her own depraved actions ... and after a short second of hesitation, her head began to oscillate slavishly as she abandoned herself to sucking the tender pink flesh of Sheryl's cunt.
"Ohhhh!" Sheryl cried in a muffled voice. "Ohhh, that's it! That's it, lover! Faster! Faster...!"
Angie tongued hungrily now, teasing the younger woman's little clitoris as Sheryl was taunting her own, and she was salivating as never before as she kissed and licked the trembling vaginal split. She ran her tongue greedily up the full length between the passionately rotating buttocks, lapping wetly around the tight-closed rosebud of Sheryl's anus and then down over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over the sensation-bud at the crest of her pubic mound. And in return, she could feel every tantalizing second of Sheryl's tongue laving through the soft swelling of her sensitive cunt like a knife through warm butter. It flicked relentlessly between her widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her urgently gripping vagina. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the lesbian girl hunched on all-fours above her, nothing mattering now but the ecstasy of the lovely searing sensations steaming through every inch of her naked flesh. Nothing mattered to either of the two women as they impaled their tongues deep, deep into the delicious piquancy of each other's hungering cunts .. .
And lost as they were in their licentious wildness, they failed to hear the soft, surreptitious opening of the bedroom door. Nor did they glimpse the tall muscular figure of Frank Waters standing there. A shocked expression splitting his rugged face. Shit! look at the way they're sucking each other off! he thought venomously. I knew my sister had a hang-up about men ... but not Angie Thompson too!
Frank stood with his legs wide apart, his breath smelling of beer, panting slightly as he continued to view the two women writhing obscenely on the bed. He was a heavy-chested man with long, dark-blond hair that was shaggy around the collar of his bathrobe. His face was wide-eyed and bleached with surprise, round in a fleshy sort of way and showing signs of early dissipation despite being only twenty-five. He had spent his entire life avoiding any sort of labor, preferring to pursue a career of fast cars and faster women. It was not unexpected, therefore, that he found his sister's roommate a frustrating experience to deal with. Angie Thompson, lady dentist! Well, she sure had a cavity between her legs he wanted to drill and fill! After all the drunken women with round heels he'd had, she was a challenging mixture of spice and coldness, but so far she hadn't given him a tumble. That eventually she would, that she'd let him fuck her, was not a question to his boastful mind - that is, until this very instant... !
Just minutes before, Frank had been awakened by their noises, and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his first impression had been he had been dreaming. But then the sounds came again, louder, jarring him to full attention. Something was wrong in the house! Other muffled noises were echoing through his bedroom walls as well, odd pleadings and moans that made him sit up in bed, listening intently. He glanced at the luminous dial of his bedside clock-radio and saw it was just after midnight ... he'd been asleep only an hour since coming home from his usual cocktail lounge. His second thought being that perhaps a burglar had broken in, he slipped out from between the covers and hurriedly put on a bathrobe over his naked body. Then in the darkness of the room, he groped toward the closed door, where he paused to press his ear to the heavy paneling to see if he could determine what the sounds were.
Unmistakably came the weird noises of movement and sighs through the thickness of the door. He thought he could hear occasional whimpering, but he couldn't be sure. Frank silently turned the knob and opened the door carefully, tiptoeing in his bare feet out into the short hallway. He looked both ways, but didn't catch sight of anything wrong. Across the hall was his sister's room, and now he saw that her door was wide open, though her light was off. Strange, he thought with a frown ... nothing short of dynamite usually disturbed her once she was in bed. Then he caught sight of Angie's bedroom door at the end of the hall, a shaft of light coming from around its edge, for it was slightly ajar. He stood motionless for awhile, wondering if Angie was sick or hurt and his sister had gone in to comfort her. He considered going to find out and help if need be ... but he waited silently, unable to make up his mind.
A long, low mewl suddenly was discernible from the other side of Angie's door. This convinced the young man he should investigate, for it might be serious enough to require a man. He started down the hall, tying his robe more firmly around him, not wishing to go in and half-expose himself to the two girls. He reached the door, and still unsettled that he was doing the right thing by intruding, pushed the door open a little more so he could see inside. He scanned the room, his eyes adjusting to the dim glow of the dresser lamp. Then his heart leaped into his throat!
It was Angie, all right - and his own sister Sheryl was hunched on top of her! He watched transfixed with dazed amazement, his beady eyes locking on the sweat-glistening breasts that were dancing invitingly on the brunette woman's chest, and her softly curling pubic hair that was almost entirely hidden by his sister's voraciously tonguing mouth. Shit, this was unbelievable! This couldn't be true! Somehow his kid sister had detected a latent hot streak in Angie Thompson's cool nature, and had turned on this smooth-bodied female into a raw, lust-deranged ball of passion!
Frank Waters stood in the bedroom doorway with widely gaping eyes, not sure he believed the lewd unnatural orgy that was unfolding on the bed. He'd seen plenty of women getting fucked before, and had participated in gang-bangs and girl friend swaps at parties.. . but this was different! His vain male ego was stung to the quick by the idea that two women would prefer to make it with each other when he was available to satisfy them. And yet, though his irritation at not being Angie's lover continued to rankle him, he found the sordid scene strangely exciting. He knew he should break in and tear them apart, or turn away and leave them to their perverted lesbianism ... but that whatever, he shouldn't just stand there in the doorway like a voyeur and watch. But damnit, who wouldn't want to watch?
Frank found himself trembling nervously as he remained in open-mouthed awe, viewing the naked bodies of his sister and her roommate writhing in wild abandoned passion. He had never witnessed such an exhibition of sheer, unadulterated obscenity, and it was getting to him! He could feel his penis harden under the bathrobe in empathetic response to the sight of the two women so moistly fused together on the bed. He sensed ripples of arousal coming up from his loins as he sighted in on his sister's mouth buried deeply around Angie's wriggling cunt. Even the tiny pink flanges of the female dentist's pussy could be seen clasping hungrily around Sheryl's spearing tongue as it slipped in and out of the soft surrounding of dark curly pubic hair. Frank watched hypnotized as the girl's tight wet cuntal lips skewered up and down his sister's taunting pink tongue, following it out as it withdrew and disappearing back inside as Sheryl thrust up between Angie's legs again.
He moved his attention along his sister's undulating body to her tight round buttocks and quivering thighs where they hovered over the other woman's face. He couldn't make out the scene quite so clearly, but it was obvious that Angie was sucking Sheryl's blonde-haired pussy with equally fevered delight. She had to be, her mouth drawn up as far as it could go and her hands digging into Sheryl's buttocks in an effort to pull the younger girl's loins deeper down on her face. God, Angie was sure one hot bitch! Frank thought incredulously. If he'd known how she turned on before this, he'd have banged her toenails off long ago!
The erotically stimulated brother sensed his cock was growing stiff, hardening against the front of his bathrobe and wetting the wool material with his warmly seeping seminal fluid. His breath began to seethe in heated short gasps as he continued to watch bug-eyed, his eyes locked frantically on his naked housemate's cuntal lips again. They were wet and gleaming from his sister's impassioned tongue, and the mere idea of that warm moist cavern closing around his blood-engorged penis caused it to jerk with desire. Fiery sperm boiled in his lust-distended testicles as Frank contemplated the feel of his aching cock sliding up into Angie Thompson's fleshy vaginal crevice in place of his sister's laving mouth. Shit! It hardly seemed fair for Sheryl to be enjoying it all!
Quickly, silently, his eyes never once leaving the enticing sight of the dual slaverings, Frank opened the front of his bathrobe to ease the pressure on his desire-constricted cock. He let the robe spread wide, and his great blood-swollen erection jutted stone-hard from his hirsute loins. He began to stroke it lightly, pulling the heavy foreskin back over the hard rubbery head, letting his volcanic cum build and build in his pulsating testicles while he watched the two lewdly churning females on the bed before him ... In a moment of mindless passion Angie pressed her mouth closer to Sheryl's vagina, reaching down between their heaving bodies to play with her roommate's quivering breasts, while her own cunt grew increasingly hot, hungry, and open.
Her roommate's tongue invaded it relentlessly, lashing at her erect clitoris, the very center of all sensation, laving and sucking everywhere in her throbbing pussy, slippery in the juices, eel-like in her belly, and always returning to her wildly tingling clitoris. The aroused brunette commenced to pant explosively, knowing she was nearing her climax as her naked loins curled up and pressed with vibrant tension to bring the other girl's magic mouth tighter to the quivering center of her lust. Below her, Sheryl was gasping, straining for air between Angie's clenching thighs, never breaking the fervent, lashing contact of her buried face. Even her nose was immersed during the wild depravity of their illicit lovemaking in each other's steaming wet cunts ...
Still masturbating his heavy, blood-pulsing cock in long, deliberately tantalizing strokes, Frank Waters stared with bulging eyes at the abandoned couple on the bed. Son of a bitch, he thought with burning passion, they're ready to cum ... He could see both pairs of eyes growing glassy, and moist secretions seeping from between their smoothly twisting buttocks as they ground up and down against each other from the wild ecstasy spiraling through them. He felt his own buttocks tighten and he groaned inwardly as he pumped still harder on his burgeoning penis, imagining its hot rubbery tip was pressing deep between Angie's parted thighs, the blunt head replacing his sister's tongue which he could so thoroughly see as it slid in and out of the dark-haired girl's tight elastic vagina. His cock would fit so nicely in there, would work its way so perfectly into the wet, brunette-haired slit of pussy flesh ... ahhh, his cock was entering Angie now, he thought through a heated daze of arousal ... yesss, it was slowly slithering into the warm, throbbing sheath of hot vaginal moisture....
The walls of Angie's vagina clasped warmly around Sheryl's lewdly thrusting tongue, and the muscles of her belly writhed in the torment of her unleashed passions. She was about to explode with orgasm, and feverishly she pressed her naked loins up harder to Sheryl's face, every inch of her perspiring flesh on fire. She gasped and moaned as she strove instinctively to bring her blonde-haired roommate to the same delirious completion, jerking her climaxing pussy up tight against Sheryl's mouth as the heated orgasmic secretions poured from her hotly pulsating cunt in a seemingly unending stream.
Sheryl felt Angie reach her peak, and then her own climax hit, taking hold of her voluptuous young body and sending it surging downward against the bobbing face of the naked lady dentist. She pushed up and down in an obscenely abandoned desire, pleading for longer, hotter mouthings as she crooned out her violent release .. .
.. . And her older brother's penis suddenly shot out thick, spurting loads of cum as his imagination and hand combined to allow him to enjoy the bursting sensations of climax. Frank's pumping cock spewed heavy droplets of his sperm across the floor and against the wall, gobs of semen rolling down in long, slow trails to the carpet of the bedroom. Shit on a stick, he sighed silently to himself. Just too damned fucking much to take ...!
Angie gasped and groaned out the last of her release, clutching Sheryl's quivering thighs with clawing fingers. At last, with a violent shudder, she lay back on the bed in satiation, wanting to relax, only to find that the younger woman was far from finished with her, and was refusing to stop.
"Oh God ... that's enough! Oh please no more...!" she begged weakly, not really wanting to stop, but afraid of what more of the delicious sensations would cause her to do. Sheryl's only answer was an obscene chuckle and a sudden plunge of her tongue deep into her dark-haired roommate's secretion-slick vagina again, sucking up the delicious-tasting moisture and licking once more at Angie's flushed and swollen cunt lips.
"Ohhhhh! I ... I can't take anymore ... !" Angie wailed. "It's too much...! Too much...!" But her voice died in a strangled sob as her passions were rekindled more furiously than before and swept fire through her fevered loins. She writhed in the grip of her sweet agony, unable to break with the open mouth glued obscenely to her cunt and the flickering tongue playing like summer lightning over her quivering clitoris. She was enervated, drained, lethargic, without strength to push her female lover away. She could not even close her thighs! But God, she adored that educated tongue in her cunt! She moaned aloud with her frustration and yearning, and Sheryl returned to her voracious tonguing of the dark-fringed vaginal slit beneath her face. Angie's stomach muscles convulsed as once again her hands locked on the other woman's widespread inner thighs, wanting and yet not wanting her to cease ...
.. . Frank pressed his lips tightly together, flipping the last of his cum from the tip of his deflated penis. He was still envious of his younger sister for enjoying the delicacy of Angie Thompson's naked flesh, and turning to leave the bedroom doorway, he glanced back in the room and saw the two girls were going at it hot and heavy again. Yeah, they would be all night long, but there were other things to do to Angie before he was through! He walked back to his own room slowly, filled with the contented thought of those long, slim legs wrapped tightly around his long hard cock as he fucked into her. .. fucked into her as Sheryl never could ... fucked into her to within an inch of her life! Shit, by the time he got finished with that wild woman dentist, he'd show her what sex was all about! She'd never forget Frank Water's prick as long as she lived!
"And I'm also thinking," he said softly to himself at his door, "that tomorrow is the best day to do it! The sooner the better, while Sis's loving is still fresh in her memory!" Then closing out the sounds of the prurient lesbian lovemaking that was continuing down the hall, a sly, sensual grin contorted his face, his eyes gleaming with wicked plans....
CHAPTER FOUR
Early the following morning, at the other end of town from Angie Thompson's dental office, Woodrow "Woody" Behan sat in his kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. Todd Behan's father felt quite contented, and he relaxed with the morning newspaper spread open to the sports page while he hummed a tuneless little sung. At the moment, his only concern was whether he should change out of his baggy striped pajamas and go to work at the lumber yard, or if he should return to the bedroom and wake up his wife, Myrtle, fuck the hell out of her, and then go to work.
Woody Behan was a short, chunky man of forty-five, with course graying hair parted in the middle of his rather pointed head, a prominent double chin and eyes that looked like rabbit pellets under water. Most of the people in town who knew him considered him to be respectable and he nurtured this image, fostering the impression of honesty and thoughtfulness and a pillar of community standards. His employer considered him a pompous ass. But the man ran deeper than that, his other interests skillfully concealed and lying sinister and disguised ...
Another side to Woody Behan was one a few of their very close friends saw, for he and his wife were zealous "swingers". He knew, for example, that if he woke Myrtle, she would be in a receptive mood for him, because she was always ready for sex. Any kind, with anybody, at any hour, just like he was. He recalled with satisfied relish the mate-swap orgy they'd had at another couple's home last night, and the abandoned hours of naked screwing which had taken place after the dog-fuck movie had been shown. Which was why Myrtle was sleeping late this morning, having worn herself out after a multitude of orgasms. Hell, she'd even masturbated to climax twice while watching the film, he thought lustily ...
"D-Dad," an anxious young voice called to him.
"Good morning, Todd," Behan greeted, turning around to view his fifteen year old son coming in the kitchen. The boy was dressed for school, but was standing with his text books under one arm, embarrassingly scuffing one shoe a few feet from his father. Behan let his smile fade away, replacing it with a frown as he noticed the pain in his son's expression, and the puffy rings around his eyes.
"Why, Todd, you've been crying!"
"Yeah, I ... guess I have been," Todd replied, his chin trembling as he tried to hold back a fresh steam of tears.
"What's the matter?" he asked with great concern. "Are you upset because Mom and I went out last night? Didn't you have fun with the babysitter?"
"Aw, Bonnie was all right. It ... it isn't that." He took a hesitant step toward his father, and said in a fearful whisper: "You ... you won't be mad at me? No matter what?"
"Hey, don't think that, Todd. We've been too close for you to think such a thing. I'm your pal, right? What happened? You flunk a test?"
"Ohhhhh!" the teenager suddenly moaned, and bursting into tears, he crushed his young body to his father, almost upsetting the cup of coffee on the table. "Oh, Dad, I don't know what to do!" Todd was a quivering, confused soul, and hadn't been able to sleep all night from thinking about his humiliating experience in Miss Thompson's dental chair. He didn't know what to do or where to turn for advice, except to his father. It had taken all the time since he'd gotten up to gain the courage to tell what he'd done with his lady dentist, but he had to do it. His only hope was that his dad would explain what he'd done wrong and how to make it up to the older woman. He couldn't go on living feeling this bad, not for another day!
Woody Behan was terribly upset over his son's behavior. His first off-hand guess that Todd was troubled over school work was obviously incorrect - besides, his kid was too level-headed for that. He tried to recall his own teenage days and what had been the source of his problems, and recalled that they had almost entirely centered around girls. Well, Todd was growing up; it was time for him to experience some of the agonies of budding sex.
"Hey, I bet I know what it is," he said jocularly, ruffling the tow-headed boy's hair with encouragement and understanding. "It's about a girl, isn't it?"
"N-Not exactly, Dad. A ... A woman. A grown-up woman." Todd sniveled helplessly. "Miss Thompson, m-my dentist."
Behan was gripped with the wild temptation to laugh out loud. How normal! How perfectly innocently natural for his kid to get the hots for that sweet-assed lady dentist! Hell, every time he'd gotten a glimpse of Miss Thompson's charms, he'd had the lewd urge to ram his cock hard up between those firm, satin-like thighs of hers and stick her like a pig on a spit! How could he blame his son for having a crush on her? But one look into his son's pain-filled eyes and he knew that to laugh now would crush him to the core. Instead, he said soothingly: "Well, don't feel bad. Your dentist is a lovely woman, Todd, and I bet all of her boy patients feel the same way about her that you do."
"B-But not one of them did what I've done with her," Todd stammered tearfully.
"What was that, son?"
"I ... I...."Todd took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes closed as though expecting an executioner's axe to fall. "I ... let her take my pants off and ... and play with me."
"What?" Behan dropped his jaw open in stunned disbelief. "She what?"
"N-Now you're mad at me! I can tell! You told me never to let anybody play with my thing, and now you're mad at me!" Todd struggled against his father in an effort to break free, but Woody held his son tightly in a firm but gentle grip.
"No, son, I'm not angry," he said, trying to calm him. "I ... I simply was shocked for a moment. Now settle down and tell me all about it. Was this yesterday when it happened, while you were up in her office to get that inlay put in?"
"Uh-huh," Todd nodded, wiping away his tears with one small balled fist.
"So that's why she didn't put it in!" Behan exclaimed.
"S-She told me to say that it wasn't ready, but it was. I was sitting in that big chair and she was poking around in my mouth when...."
As the boy continued to explain how the older woman had seduced him the previous afternoon, Woody Behan felt a seething resentment boiling up in his chest. Jesus H. Christ! It was one thing for him and his wife to fool around. They were adults and only did it with other adults who felt the same way. They were old enough to know what they were doing and stop if they wanted to. But Miss Thompson had sucked his own son's penis. The gall of that bitch! Goddamn, he couldn't imagine his kid getting involved in a situation like that, but he had - and Woody's own cock gave a slight jerk at the thought of what Todd had experienced. He'd have given a month's salary to have had those cherry lips of hers wrapped around the lust-engorged shaft of his prick, that's no lie!
" ... then she told me to get dressed," the father heard his young son finish relating. "And gee, Dad, that's the trouble. I mean, I don't understand why she turned so cold all of a sudden! One minute she's calling me all sorts of sweet things, and the next she's acting like she's angry at me. You gotta tell me what I did wrong, Dad, please ... will you?"
The older man looked at his tearfully pleading son, feeling a loss to know what calming and rational advice to give so immature and inexperienced a boy. But still came the envious thought that by all rights, he should have been the one lying naked in the dental chair while that gorgeous brunette sucked his cum!
"Well, Todd," he began slowly, searching carefully for the proper words, "I'll have to talk to you man-to-man, and not just father-and-son. The way you described what happened, I don't think you did anything wrong, and I've got a feeling Miss Thompson enjoyed every minute of it. Yes, sir, in fact, I'd bet on it!"
"Th-Then why did she tell me to go home and forget it ever happened, Dad?"
Behan turned to sip his coffee and then explained: "Well, women can be very funny about those things at times. You'll probably learn that more as you grow up. It has to do with their pride, that's my opinion, and some women never can just have ... fun and leave it at that. They have to have some excuse for letting themselves go, like being drunk or being raped or something like that. Women like to think themselves pure and holy, even when they're not. Miss Thompson probably felt very naughty for having su-- I mean, for having played with you, that's all. She was angry at herself, not you."
"You mean because I was a kid?" "Well, most people want a lover who's around their same age, and you are a little young for her. I'd suggest you stick to girls about your own age and leave Miss Thompson to me."
"T-To you, Dad? Are you going to get Miss Thompson into a lot of trouble? Oh, please don't do that! She's such a nice lady, and I promised I wouldn't tell!"
Woody Behan patted his son's hand affectionately. "No, no, I won't get her into any trouble. But I think it would make you feel better if I went over and talked to her, wouldn't it? You know, just to smooth things over. Okay, son?"
"Sure, Dad, sure! That'll be swell of you! Oh gee, I've got the bestest dad in the whole world!"
"Now go wash your face and hop off to school. And Todd....""Yes?"
"If I were you, I'd keep this all a very big secret!"
"Don't worry about that, Dad! I won't tell anybody, not now that you've helped!" And with that, Todd hurried out of the kitchen ...
Behan sat back in his chair, smirking lewdly with his smoldering emotions. He had to protect his son ... but it was too late to try and act the innocent and outraged parent with him. Todd was too old to hide the birds and bees from, especially after that bitch had sucked his cock off. Yeah ... and thinking of what she'd done to his son made him more intent on teaching her a lesson she'd never forget. Smarting with righteous indignation that he'd not wanted to show his child, Woody Behan was contemplating what he'd do to that lady dentist just as soon as he could. He had an insane desire to fuck that child-molesting bitch and pay her back for seducing Todd. What a fitting retribution for the shameless boy-lover, he thought wickedly; a punishment be fitting the crime...!
* * *
Lew Grady was spending the same morning sitting in a cocktail lounge, drinking beer and wishing he wasn't. Just his damn-fool luck that he'd fall in love with a Fern Lib woman who frustrated him at every turn with her better-than-thou attitude. He'd wanted Angie Thompson almost from the first time they'd met, his loins firing with sexual needs every moment they were together. With an experienced man's instinct for such things, he still felt she was attracted to him, even after the rather selfish way he'd tried to get into her panties in her office yesterday. Damn, he'd been an idiot then! Not that he was particularly sorry for having nearly fucked her against her work desk, but right when she'd given up fighting him, he'd gone and blown his cum all over her pussy. What a hell of a thing to have happen! He wanted to lodge his hard cock up inside that tender cunt of hers in the worst way, and having been so close and failed, only incited him further.
Grady alternated from clenching his beer glass as his penis ached with pent-up desires, and drinking the beer in an effort to quench the passion that stirred every time he thought of the woman dentist only a few blocks away. At last he banged the glass down on the counter, causing the bartender to turn around with a frown. But after a morning of drinking, Lew Brady didn't give a hang about the bartender or going to his company, but only about the lewd, throbbing pain in his cock and swelling testicles, and his avid lust for the slim-waisted, taut-breasted brunette he loved. And where was she now? Not with him, where she belonged. No, she was more than likely up in her office, conscientiously pulling some snot-nosed brat's mouth apart. No - it was too early for the little darling monsters - she was probably up there all alone sifting through her records and waiting for them. And then, with a gleam in his drunken eye, Grady thought: All alone, she's up there all alone!
Sure, she'd told him to stay away and never darken her doorstep again, etc. etc., but shit. How much can a man take? He had to have her and to hell with the consequences! Once he had his rod of a cock rammed into her tender cunt, she'd either want him to stay forever or really throw him out on his ear. But it would sure clear the air one way or the other!
Unsteadily, he got off the stool, not caring about the prominent bulge in the front of his pants, or the slight seepage of seminal fluid which had made a telltale wet ring on the material. He flipped some bills and change noisily on the bar, staggered into the toilet to receive his bladder, and then walked out into the morning sunlight. The cocktail lounge was situated almost half-way between the dental lab he owned and Angie's office. He took one slow look over his shoulder in the direction of his laboratory, and then with that earnest expression of a drunk trying to appear sober, Lew Grady started walking toward the Medical-Dental building on Salmon Street.
When he reached the ninth floor and had navigated down the corridor to Angie's office, he was surprised to find two other men waiting outside her locked door. He recognized the younger of them as Frank Waters, the brother of Angie's roommate, and he said to him: "Frank, what are you doing here?"
"Waiting for Angie to show up," came the answer. Frank nodded toward the second man. "Meet Woody Behan, Lew," and then as an aside, said to the other: "This is Lew Grady, Angie's boy friend."
"Ha!" Behan snorted, refusing to raise his hand and shake. "Boy friend, my ass. My son Todd is your lady dentist's lover!"
"What the hell do you mean by that, mister?" Grady snapped, sensing an irrational anger rising from the lewd remark.
"Just what he said," Frank cut in. "We've been exchanging notes, Woody and I, and it seems that your darling Angie has been quite the busy beaver!"
"Busy beaver? That's a dirty crack if I ever heard one! Take that back, Frank, or I'll ram it down your throat!"
"Don't get excited, Grady," Behan growled.
"Who's excited!" Grady shouted. "I'm very calm! I come up here to see Angie, and instead I get you two bums cracking wise about her!" He was rapidly getting more enraged the more he drunkenly considered the situation, right when he was supposed to be alone with Angie! "And just what the hell have you done with her anyway?"
"She hasn't shown up yet," Behan said.
"She probably doesn't have the guts to, after what she did all last night with my sister." Frank Waters added angrily. "I couldn't get a wink of sleep for them two banging away until dawn. I thought they'd never quit."
"B-Banging away? You mean they were . .."
"Your eyes are falling out, Grady," Frank sneered with a cynical grin. "Yeah, I mean they were stark naked on Angie's bed and licking each other's twats like they were lollipops."
"And that was after she spent the afternoon sucking my son's prick off," Behan fumed at the man. "Took his pants down and sucked his prick until the kid came in her mouth, right there in her dentist chair!"
Sucking his prick... For some reason that phrase burned deeper into Lew Grady's brain than all the other obscene details. He felt as if he'd been struck over the head with a baseball bat, and his breath knocked totally out of his lungs. Christ ... was it possible? Angie ... sucking off one of her young patients, and then making love with another girl later that night... Angie, his Angie! And after refusing him!
His insides churned with the lewdness of the very idea, but it was too wild a story not to believe!
"I see that caught you by the short hairs," Frank said derisively. "Don't think you're alone - both me'n Woody here have been raging about it before you came up here."
"It ... it seems impossible!" Grady gasped, his eyes round and very wide, and his mouth hanging agape. "Incredible!"
"Well, I'm sorry I rapped at you the way I did," Behan grumbled apologetically. "I mean, we didn't know if you were in on it or not,; seeing as you're her boy friend. It's obvious, though, that you're as shocked as we were."
"That bitch!" Grady blurted unreasonably.
"Just what we called her," Frank agreed heartily.
That fuckin' bitch!" In normal circumstances, Lew would have been angry for finding out that his girl was fooling around with other guys. But this was too much to take! Angie had not only lied to him with all her phony baloney about Fern Lib and keeping her honor, she'd been screwing around behind his back with kids and women! Next thing he'd know, a kennel owner would be here saying she'd raped his dog pack! By Christ, she'd made the fool out of him! And no one dared do that to Lewis Farnsworth Grady without facing the most terrible revenge!
"So now we all know what she really is," Behan said in his curt, gruff voice. "Which brings us to the reason why we're up here waiting for her. What're we going to do about it? I mean, well ... it was my kid she seduced, right?"
"And my sister she was diddling with," Frank Waters added. Slowly, his handsome face twisted in a lewd grin. "I'd been planning to get a little when she was all alone here, if you want to know the truth. You know, sort of pay her back ... Do I make myself clear?"
"I don't need no diagram, buddy," Behan said, his eyes narrowing salaciously. "I had the same idea this morning when Todd was telling me about how hot she was for him. Hell, why not? What can she do about it - ?"
"A damn lot more than she bargained for," Waters replied, and then began to chuckle lewdly. "I don't mind admitting I've got a pecker that's hard as a stone wall, and it's been aching to bury itself in that lovely-assed broad for too fucking long! There's no doubt in my mind what I'm going to do ... but you guys do what you want about it."
"I'm with you, buddy. I say we punish her with a dose of her own medicine. But... how about you, Grady?"
Lew Grady drew himself up in all his fury, his eyes blazing with hatred and pain. "Me?" he snarled at last. "You're asking me what I think? She worked me over more than she did you two, her and her bullshit about women's liberation and respect for her body! Me?" he repeated heatedly. "Well, goddammit, let's all three of us give that cock-teasing slut something she won't forget for the rest of her born days...!"
* * *
The mid-morning weather was warm and sunny, with a cloudless blue sky and a faint rustling breeze that made you glad you were alive. But the tormented dentist, Angie Thompson would have preferred the morning to have been dark and foreboding with clouds of rain. Then it would have matched the mood in her heart, for she was chilled by a blanket of icy remembrances of the night before.
It was five after ten before Angie awoke to find herself still splayed naked and exposed on her own bed where Sheryl had finally left her She knew she would never make it downtown on time, but she wasn't sure she wanted to go to work at all, terrified at the thought of facing her young patients with, she was sure, her disgrace as evident as the sun itself. Mentally she was crushed; physically she was bruised and raw, her dark-nippled breasts rubbed sore and her mouth-ravaged vagina swollen and tender. It had been one long night of lesbian sin, ending only when Sheryl had feared her brother might awaken and catch them together, and as soon as the blonde-haired girl has slipped from her room, Angie had drifted into a restless slumber of exhaustion. Now that she was awake, the older woman writhed miserably on her bed, her eyes puddling briefly. But she would not let herself cry. There was a time for crying, and then there was a time for facing up to what she had done. There was no sticking her head into a hole and playing the ostrich, no matter how much she wished she could. Life went on, and would continue to go on all around her, and somehow, she must rise up and move with it.
On trembling legs, she walked from the bed to the bathroom and took a quick shower, then returned and dressed in a thick pink woolen dress that buttoned from her waist to her throat. She had, in her hysteria the previous afternoon, not even bothered to change from her white smock when she'd left her office. As a result, yesterday's clothes were still hanging in the closet there, and she had to take the smock along with her when she left the house. She drove her car speedily from the suburban neighborhood, a thick lump clutching at her throat from her reluctance to go anywhere near her office. She prayed that she'd be kept busy enough to forget what had happened, but she was intuitively afraid that nothing would help, not even temporarily. Yet hopefully in time there would be nothing except a minor scar to remind her of the salacious incident pressing heavily on her tortured thoughts. She wanted to blame her shameful disgrace on the brandy, or, failing that, on Sheryl's sordid behavior, but she realized she could not. The truth of the matter was that it was as much her own fault as anybody's, allowing herself to be sexually abused by another woman while she responded lewdly with uninhibited passion. God, if only she hadn't surrendered to her own lecherous passions which had come out of nowhere to take command of her senses! If only she hadn't seduced young Todd Behan in her own dental chair yesterday afternoon! If only she'd been a stronger person inside and not allowed the strange persistant urges to blind her! If only! She had only herself to blame, and it was like crying over spilt milk. It had happened, and there was no use denying it...
The troubled lady dentist whipped the car into the parking area of the Medical-Dental building and glided it to a stop in the space reserved for her. Then she started for the rear entrance and the elevator that would take her to her office floor, staggering slightly as she was compelled to admit she was weak with emotion. She was a woman like any other, and a slave to her body, and it frightened Angie to consider that, knowing she could never be sure she could trust herself again. According to Women Forward!, women were unblemished by animal lust and above the crudities of loutish men; now, she could no longer claim to be that kind of person. She was painfully aware of her suddenly unrestrained cravings that she had denied and repressed for so long, and of how they had been awakened into an ungovernable force that was threatening to overtake her life from here on in. First children ... then women ... Dear Lord, would she ever be safe from failing again?
She must try! She must try and she must win, if ever she were to lead a wholesome life again. Perhaps it was her pride, or her stubborn resolve to go down fighting, that prompted her to continue as if nothing had happened. She would not repeat her obscene seductions, no matter how enticing her patients became. She would stay with Sheryl, though, at least until she knew for certain she could not control her traitorous emotions again. She would salvage what scraps of self-respect she could muster ... she must, for her own sanity!
The hallway was empty when she reached the ninth floor. Almost too quiet, she thought as she hurried down the corridor, a strange tingle of apprehension dogging her steps. Nervously, she inserted the key in the lock of her office door, snapping the latch back and turning the handle.
Just as she opened the door, there was a scuffling sound in the shadowed ell on her left. Before she could turn around to see what it was, a thick burly arm suddenly shoved her forcefully into her office, causing her to stumble and almost fall to-her knees. She caught her balance and swung around, just in time to see three hulking men diving after her into the office and slamming the door. She recognized Lew Grady and Frank Walters immediately, and thought the third man was Todd's father, Woodrow Behan. She wasn't sure, for she hadn't seen him too many times, and then only in fleeting glimpses when he'd been there to leave Todd or pick him up again. But even as it was, the sight of all of them standing and staring at her astonished Angie almost to the point of speechlessness.
"Wh-What is this?" she stammered. "What are you doing?"
"Just a little social call, Angie," Lew said maliciously.
"But we wanted to make sure you invited us in," Frank added with a corrupting sneer. "You know all of us, don't you? Me, Lew, of course, good old Lew; and Woody Behan?"
"Y-Yes...."
"Todd's father," Behan expanded in a liquid voice that seemed to carry a current of malice beneath it. "You remember Todd...."
In rapidly mounting confusion, the young brunette looked from one to the other of the luridly contorted faces, a series of frightened thoughts beginning to race through her mind. This was no social call ... they'd forced their way in her office after hiding down the ell! God, why were they here? Had they found out anything...?
"Lock the door," Frank snapped to Grady, and Grady, who was the nearest, opened the office door a crack to remove the key from the outside lock where Angie had left it. Then he reversed the DOCTOR OUT sign and shut the door again, twisting the key securely in the latch before dropping it in his pants pocket.
"There," he said with a hint of smugness. "We're all alone, Angie. Just us three guys and you. Cozy, ain't it?"
"But ... but why?" she gasped, her mouth wide and her eyes round with shock.
"Because we all want a little of your personal dental work, Angie," Frank leered derisively. "The special kind that ain't done in the mouth."
Angie felt her face flush instantly at the vile sound of his words, stiffening at his obscene implications.
"Now, if you say this is all news to you," Behan threw at her, "I could always get Todd from school to help explain."
"Or," Frank put in, "I could get Sheryl up here. I don't think I should, though; she must be mighty peeked this morning, not having had any sleep last night."
"W-What? What?"
"Don't act so damned naive, Angie," Grady spat harshly. "Or didn't you know that Todd told his father, and Frank here saw you with his sister last night."
"No! No!" Angie choked, swerving to stare petrified at Frank. "You didn't, did you? You couldn't have! No!"
"Damned right I did," Frank snapped in reply. "I walked right in your bedroom, only you and Sheryl were sucking cunts so much, I could've shot off a cannon and you wouldn't have stopped!"
The trapped lady dentist shuddered violently, backing away from the men a step at a time into her tiny waiting room. She sensed she was on the verge of fainting dead away, her knees feeling like jelly and her face draining of the blood she'd blushed a moment before. Dear God, there was no mistake! She couldn't believe it, but they knew! Her worst fears had been realized!
Her initial surprise was giving way to the first stages of panic, and as she looked at the three men, tiny sensations of dread flitted through her stomach. She stared imploringly at Lew Grady, the man who loved her and should, of the three, protect her. But his features were far from sympathetic and compassionate, even more savage than the other two. He was a stranger now, his face twisted into lines of ruthlessness, mirroring his desire for revenge and punishment. If there had been any question in Angie's mind, the slightest doubt why they were here, the sight of Grady's expression vanished it from her mind.
"P-Please ... please listen to me," she whimpered, her words sounding pathetic and useless even to her own ears. "Let me explain...."
"What's the matter, darling?" Lew taunted cruelly. "You all shook up because we discovered you like women and boys instead of men? Now, I wouldn't worry about that if I were you."
"We're not going to tell the cops on you," Frank continued.
"Not if you're nice to us!" Behan finished with a grin.
Angie's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had turned over. She had gotten the male trio's meaning all right; it was obvious what being "nice" meant in terms of what they wanted to do to her. Vivid memories of Lew Grady's thick, long penis sliding along her inner thighs in his effort to penetrate her cringing vagina yesterday came flooding back to mind. Momentarily she feared she would faint right there in her waiting room, and she cowered fearfully as the men stepped toward her like snarling beasts encircling their prey.
In a final desperate bid to escape, Angie leaped for the door. In her mindless frenzy, it didn't occur to her that it was locked and the key was in Grady's pocket. Or that if she did not submit to their obscene whims they could trap her into a still more disastrous situation of exposure and prison. All her hysterical brain could see was the horrifying picture of three brutal men forcing her to submit to their lewd desires in the name of punishment and revenge. Her loins would be their helpless toy to be abused in their rapacious quest for satisfaction ... satisfaction that would only abused when they had purged their hateful semen deep inside her defenseless belly and had abandoned her, a husk-ruined beyond hope or recovery...!
"Nooooo!" she screamed crazily as she fought them. "No, I won't let you!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Her resistance was short-lived, a foregone conclusion from the beginning. Angie Thompson tried to burst through the men like a quarterback through a defensive line of tacklers. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head and her legs wavered as if supporting a body ten times her size. Frank Waters and Woody Behan moved to block her path of escape, and as she tried to pass Lew Grady, he flung himself at his fleeing girl friend, covering the short distance between them in a single leap. He grabbed her arm, catching the sleeve of her pink woolen dress and whirling her around. Then the other two men reached out with their arms and held her fast.
"Let me go! Oh Lord, I beg you, let me gooooo!" she shrieked, tears now flowing in torrents from her fear-stricken eyes. "Oh, don't i do this to me!"
"Why, Angie, you're upset over nothing," Lew said, pretending to pacify her. "Now, you just remember how nice it felt when I got you hot yesterday afternoon ... remember?"
"Let's help her a bit," Behan said, moving forward to confront the brunette dentist where she stood between her boy friend and Frank Waters. Tod Behan's father caught the front of her dress with one rough, calloused hand; with a savage yank, he ripped it open all the way down to her waist, popping her buttons off like machine-gun shells.
"Yeah," he gloated in a throaty whisper. "And now for the rest of this kid-sucker's clothes!"
Angie closed her eyes tightly as she felt the humiliation of the older man's hands groping over her defenseless flesh, stripping the dress down around her writhing hips and thighs to fall to the waiting room floor. Frank and Lew held! her in a steel-like grip, and Behan peeled her like she was a store dummy being skinned of the latest fashion. She clenched her teeth together, fighting off waves of nausea as he took each cup of her brassiere in his hands and tore it away brutally, her firm, full breasts suddenly bursting like ripe succulent melons, their tiny dark nipples hardening defensively from the abrupt exposure. Her small bikini panties came next, Behan drawing the thin nylon material down around her fear-clenched thighs, lifting each of her quivering legs in order to slide them off her feet along with her shoes. Then the ruttish father stood back and stared at the voluptuous woman he'd just stripped naked, his eyes bulging appreciatively and his breath sucking between his teeth.
"Christ!" he choked. "She's even more luscious than I thought! Look at them tits!"
"And thighs...!" Frank added in a lustful hiss.
"And that hot little snatch of hers!" Lew Grady gasped lewdly. "Hell, this time it ain't going to get away! This time it's going to eat my prick, whether it wants to or not!"
Frank Waters chuckled grossly at Grady's lewd and contemptuous remarks. "You're some bitch, all right, Angie ... but no longer a cunt-licking bitch. Lew hit it on the head: before we're through with you, you're going to get enough cock inside you to last a lifetime ... only man-sized cock, bitch, no kid-stuff!"
Angie struggled weakly for another moment as their vile obscenities seared like lightning through her brain, but her struggles were in vain. They forced her down on the floor, wrestling her until she lay with arms and legs askew, looking up at them in terrified shame. Then her breath caught, hitching in her throat as she watched Frank Waters lean over, his big hand reaching down between her tightly clenched legs toward her defenseless genitals.
"Open 'em, Angie bitch!" he commanded cruelly. "Open 'em up wide for us!"
Angie was too frightened not to, and slowly she splayed her trembling white thighs apart to the three men's inspection, revealing her slightly parted vaginal slit to all their leering, salacious eyes. She gasped painfully then as Waters dug into her vulnerable pussy with one thick middle finger, thrusting it right up into unprepared cunt to the palm of his merciless hand and routing the sensitive pink flesh without regard for the pain it caused her.
"Aaaauggg! Please ... please don't!" the naked woman pleaded, clasping his muscular wrist in her small hands and pressing her buttocks down against the floor of her waiting room to escape his torturous invasion of her pussy.
Woody Behan sniggered, his fleshy face twisted in a licentious grin as he eagerly watched the lewdly drubbing finger in between the cringing brunette's tender, hair-framed cuntal lips. Christ, she was a delicious slut! He couldn't blame Todd for giving into her. The kid had taste, all right ... just like his old man did! Damn, he was really going to enjoy this, once he got into her ...
"Come on, let's not fool around any longer," he roared, pulling at his clothes. "I don't know about you two, but my cock has been aching for a piece of that for too long!" He didn't take his eyes from her piteously surrendered body sprawled naked below him as he stripped his pants and shirt off.
Frank Waters laughed then, withdrawing his obscenely violating finger and straightening up boastfully. "Yeah," he agreed. "That's a great idea. Who's going to be first?"
"I am," Lew Grady snarled vengefully, glaring at his girl friend's exposed loveliness. "I've waited longer than either of you, and she owes me a personal debt that's going to get paid right off the bat - and with interest!"
Angie sighed in relief from the pain after! I Sheryl's brother had jerked his stubby finger out | of her pain-torn vagina. But she continued to lie I there as if petrified, watching the men undress I above her, frozen by the cruelty in Lew Grady's | words. Their very obscenity seemed to prod a I little quiver of perverse excitement in her loins, I but again she thought of how her ex-boy friend wanted only to crush and humiliate her, and the beginning desire vanished from her mind. The hate-filled mauling of her body by the father whose young son she'd seduced, and by the brother of a girl she'd made wanton unnatural love with, was terrible enough to consider ... But it would be just retribution for being the sinful woman she knew she was ... and retribution is never kind! But to lie beneath the man she'd thought had loved her as nothing more than a fleshy receptacle for his lewdly gushing sperm was a thousand times more degrading! If ever she'd hoped to respond passionately to Lew, she knew it was beyond hope now! She'd submit because she had to ... but only in tormenting pain.
Abruptly, Woody Behan dropped his shorts and stood naked, his long thick penis stretching out menacingly from his hairy loins. Angie stared at it in tearful awe, for in comparison to Grady's which seemed larger than average to her, his was monstrous!
"Like it, bitch?" Behan leered vulgarly when he caught her stare fixed upon it. "It's a pip. Think of it as Todd's, after a few more years!"
"Yeah," Frank Waters chimed in, unleashing his own huge shaft of swelling hardness. "If sucking cocks is your forte, then his cock is one that'll make you full of happiness! And since your loving boy friend has staked out that puffy-lipped cunt of yours for his private territory, that sort of leaves me only one hole left, doesn't it? And I just happen to be the champion ass-reamer in the county! Ain't you pleased to hear that, bitch?"
Angie trembled and moaned in uncontrollable dread, their foul and loathsome threats having an unwanted effect on her naked body that she could not understand. Dear Lord, even the familiar sight of Lew Grady's massive penis, the smallest of the three by only a slight margin, sent chills of horrified apprehension rippling through her. Yet the utterly obscene abuses they intended to commit upon her cowering flesh were setting off tiny sparks of fascinated excitement that she could not believe! Lord! She was beyond redemption! There was little question that she was going to receive her comeuppance in the most detestable manner imaginable ... and in some curiously unreasoning way, she seemed to be anticipating it...!
And then Lew Grady was slipping down on the carpeted floor beside her and wrapping his arms around her naked body, pulling her tightly to him. They lay pressed together, his rigid cock lewdly insinuated all the way through her soft inner thighs between the crevice of her fear-tautened buttocks. He moved his loins hungrily against her pelvis, and then she felt his hardened male shaft taunting through the cringing pink lips of her vagina. The immediate contact of his blunt warm cock-head against the sensitive flesh of her cuntal passage instigated teasing sensations unwantedly through her bloodstream.
"Noooooo," the young woman dentist moaned in confusion, as waves of shame and fear flowed hotly through her mind. "No Lew ... please don't do this to me...." She sobbed uncontrollably, trying to press her thighs together and deny him entrance to her trembling belly as she had the day before. But she was lying stretched on her side, her shimmering white buttocks a quivering spectacle that only urged the naked man on stronger, and he clutched her straining ass-cheeks in one hand, forcing them up closer to his searching loins. His anger-erected penis slid up along her tender hair-fringed pussy slit, inserting itself in the pink moist flesh between her swelling cunt lips and slipping up to taunt her involuntarily hardening clitoris. Her unconscious mind rebelled against the wild twisting and grinding motion of Lew's hips, but the small lewd stabs of pleasure he was producing with his sliding cock seemed to stoke a masochistic fire within her reluctant belly.
"Bend your leg," Grady commanded breathlessly. "Raise it up and then hook your leg over my ass, so I can fuck you sideways!"
"I ... I won't!" she gasped out in defiance, but her voice lacked conviction or strength. Her determined boy friend brought his hand down hard against Angie's trembling buttocks with a smack that echoed through the office waiting room. Angie's scream came a moment later. "Aggggghhhh!" she cried out, and whimpered against the searing sensation that cut her to the bone. "Ohhhh God, that hurt!"
"When I say to do something, do it!" he snarled at her.
She hesitated a second longer, and then slowly drew up her leg and snaked it around his arching flanks. She knew she would eventually give in anyway, and there was nothing left now but shamefully obscene submission.
"That's it, bitch," Grady hissed in her ear. He reached his hand down between their naked bellies then and grasped his palpitating cock, moving it up to the tiny elastic opening of her recoiling pussy. He watched with gleaming eyes as the quaking woman dentist's mouth opened and closed fish-like in her torment and indecision, and then he flicked forward, driving his vengeful penis hard through the warm soft folds of her vagina, feeling the lips close unwillingly over the rounded head of his manhood. He humped his buttocks, sensing all of the frustration and bitterness he'd built up toward this proudful woman surge with his cock into the warm grotto between her anguished thighs.
Angie winced as she felt the lips around her throbbing vagina forced apart, their fleshy snugness giving way beneath the harsh, brutal pressure. The agony shattered her for a long moment, and then she endeavored to mechanically resist, whining in a throaty wail: "Ohhhhhh God! It hurts! It hurts! Stoopppppppp!"
Lew Grady reveled in that. He was elated to hear this naked woman he had loved painfully crying out to him, and he thrust again, harder, listening intently for her deeper whines. She was nothing but a hypocritical liar, lording over him with her snotty Fern Lib arrogance, while secretly practicing all the perversions in the book. He wanted to feel her squirming against him, broken of spirit and needing a man, needing him! That would be the ultimate punishment; this proud independent bitch who was repulsed and horrified with the thought of wanting a male cock fucking into her, suddenly turning into a soft, feminine animal without control or resistance, overpowered with the lust to be fucked until she couldn't move again. The idea raced through Grady's loins like an electric shock, and suddenly he wanted to hear her scream for him!
He rammed into her belly with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated penis all the way to its hilt in her fearfully cowering vagina. He felt his semen-bloated testicles slap resoundingly against her twitching inner thighs as she ground her squirming buttocks against his hand that once more had them imprisoned in its grip. She screamed!
"Arrrrrggghhhh! Lew! Lew! Dear Lord, nooooo!" she howled, her naked white body pinned helplessly against him as though impaled by a stake. With her every jerk the rampaging plunge of the handsome older man's penis seemed to burrow deeper and deeper into her cunt.
But Grady was in no mood to give her an ounce of respite. He immediately began a harsh, revolving movement with his pelvis between her thighs, grinding his penis tightly into her helplessly trapped pussy, expanding the hesitant, defenseless walls of her cunt beyond all reason. Angie could sense the muscles in his powerful buttocks flexing as he began a painful sawing motion in and out of her moist, wide-stretched pussy, always building toward more urgent strokes, until he was thrusting forth spitefully from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her torture-wracked loins back hard against his gripping fingers. She was certain that her body was being ripped down the middle and she would be rent in half from this giant wedge raping her belly against her will. The searing, invading hardness felt as though it would burst into her throat from below! Its bloated head pumped harder and faster against her tender cervix, rocking her hips and thighs against his taloned hand on her buttocks with an insane, merciless passion ... But then, again came an irrational measure of masochistic sensuality trickling up from her agonized vagina without rhyme or genesis, and she tossed her head back and forth, clenching her eyes shut to the sight of the other two men leering down at her from above.
"Damn it, I've waited long enough!" Frank Waters snorted. "Take your hand off her ass, Lew! I'm coming home to roost!"
"Easy, Frank, you'll get your turn!" Grady managed in a choked voice. "Don't get greedy! You can take her next!"
"Next, hell! We'll fuck her together!"
"Christ!" Behan blurted in awe-struck lechery. "You mean fuck her in the ass-hole while she's riding Grady's prick?"
"Why the fuck not? One in the cunt and one up her butt ... and if you like, get her to suck you off at the same time, too! We want her to remember this, don't we?"
Sheryl's brother slipped down beside the helplessly mewling woman dentist, and with his fingers, stretched the already wide-splayed crevice between her buttocks. He gloated over the lust-building view of Lew Grady's cock plunging in and out of her pain-contorted cunt, and at the way her sensitive pink pussy lips seemed to oval around the hard battering shaft of her boy friend's penis, swallowing it into her hair-fringed opening. It was a close-up of supreme lewdness, and the twenty-five year old man ogled it appreciatively, his own quivering erection ready to split with the immediacy of his passion.
"Hot damn!" he croaked, mesmerized by the obscene vision just inches from his eyes. "Lew, you're got the second most talented bone in the world, I swear!"
"I ... I bet I can guess who you think's got the first!" Grady panted in response. "Tickle my balls, Frank, tickle my balls and I'll really show you some fireworks!"
"I've got better things to do," Waters cackled gleefully. He reached his hand around and between Angie's trembling buttocks, and a river of warm cuntal secretions moistened his palm. He rotated his fingers around Angie's puckered anal ring, lubricating it as he pushed against the roseate little circle, feeling the tiny ring of nether flesh give reluctantly, and his middle finger popped abruptly into her rectal canal.
Angie jerked forward on his skewering probe, yelping in still greater pain. "Arrrgggg!" she blurted. Tears of humiliation and agony flowed down her face as the full realization that Frank was going to sodomize her overwhelmed her mind. This had to be the very depths of degradation, and she doubted she could live through the ordeal ... or that she wanted to! She cringed her buttocks away from Frank, but it was useless as her motion only drove her further down upon Lew Grady's vengefully rutting cock in her pussy.
Involuntarily, the hapless woman arched her buttocks back again, feeling the membranous walls of her rectum impaled deeper by the invading finger. Unable to stand the torturous defilement, she spread her legs wider apart to give him greater access to the anus he was preparing for his cock, her movement relieving' some of the pressure for the moment. She squirmed in a lewd, pagan dance between the two naked men, feeling hurt and shame course through her sinews from her debasing punishment.
"Goddamn, she's got one mighty fine ass-hole," Frank said with a low whistle. "I'm going to split that fanny of hers, just you wait and see if I don't!"
"Give it to the kid-sucker good!" Behan growled in encouragement.
Just as suddenly as he'd shoved his finger in her anus, Frank wrenched it back out, the tightly gripping muscle clinging to it as if reluctant to let it go. Then the blond-haired man snuggled himself up against Angie from behind until he was nuzzling the back of her head with his face, and his cock was rubbing around in her fear-squeezed buttocks, sliding up and down almost to her vagina. She moaned and shivered in dreadful apprehension.
"Hold her steady, Lew," Frank ordered. "Our little dentist will buck if you don't!"
Grady's hands dug into Angie's shoulders, pulling them hard and flat against his naked chest so she couldn't move. Frank pried the upper cheek of her buttocks higher with one hand, while guiding the massive blood-engorged shaft of his penis with his other. Its hot rubbery tip pressed obscenely against her rectal opening .. .
Then he shoved, and the anger-inflated head of his cock popped through her futilely resisting anal ring.
Angie screamed out again, but Waters only chuckled in lewd delight and thrust more of his intense erection forward into her defenseless anus. She could hear his chortles of pleasure bubbling behind her, and she hated herself for having a body that could bring this kind of joy to him. But she only had herself to blame for being in this sordid, humiliating position, and she had to admit that she was totally shattered, her will to fight completely mastered.
"Oh God, oh God, stop! You're tearing me apart," she screamed, but it was no use.
Her roommate's cruel brother continued to smack into her belly from behind, savagely pressuring all of his great length into the raw little opening between her buttocks until his pubic hair grazed against her tender skin. He moaned contentedly, and then began humping back and forth as she lay on her side in painful undulation between the dual fuckings like an insect tacked to a display board.
I can't take it ... I can't take any more ... I'll die first!
Then the vindictive Woody Behan crouched down near the top of her head and hissed lewdly: "How do you like it, you baby-sucking bitch? A couple of real man-sized cocks buried in your women's lib belly! Well, you're liberated now! You're good and liberated ... free to take a fucking any time you want it!"
And that made it a hundred times more despicable, to know that this oppressive man was gloating over the inhuman torture to which she was being forced to submit against her will. And now she could feel Lew and Grady beginning to fuck her in unison, pulling out until only their huge lust-engorged cock-heads remained still sunk inside her quivering belly, Lew's held by the tightly locking lips of her pulsating cunt, and Frank's by the constricting muscle of her sensation-ravaged anus. Then they plunged inward time and time again, spearing simultaneously deep up inside her surrendered resilience, their thick hard members pushing against each other along the twin channels of her pain-stretched loins. Dear Lord, they were taking their revenge to the fullest! She'd never been so vanquished and humiliated in her life...!
Todd Behan's father watched in hypnotized excitement, lewdly stroking his massive erection above Angie's head as he stared at Grady ramming into her hot, moist pussy with rash fury, while Frank Waters plunged back and forth sideways into her obscenely stretched rectum. Shit, it was absolutely the lewdest fuckin' sight he'd ever witnessed! He had to get his share or blow his frigging wig!
"Move your heads aside a little, boys," he called out to Lew and Frank. "I'm joining in!"
The two other men gladly stretched their upper torsos slightly, so as to allow the carnally incited father room to crawl along the helplessly sandwiched woman. He positioned himself so that one of his knees was against Angie's breasts, and his other was pressing the shoulder blades of her back. Supporting himself on all-fours, he had an unrestricted view of his son's seducer lying like a limp, full-sized doll between the cadenced reaming of the other two men's penises. Her head was pinched between his muscular thighs, and he could feel her moistly trembling lips brush against the hair of his legs as she moaned witlessly at the debasing ravishment of her tender genitals. Then, panting hoarsely, he reached down between his legs and grabbed his cock, rubbing the spongy head of it lightly against her cheek.
"Suck it, bitch," he commanded lewdly. "Suck my goddamned prick, and be quick about it!"
Angie turned her head upwards in dazed and tearful anguish, and could see the full length of his pulsing hardness looming down directly at her mouth. She felt sickened at the thought of the obscene male sperm that he wished to pump in her throat, and rolled her head from side to side between his squeezing thighs. "No ... No, not that, not that toooo...."
Woody Behan pinned her harshly with his legs, his massive buttocks pushing down into her immobile face. "Listen, kid-sucker," he snarled angrily back at her. "You suck me and suck me good ... or some cops are going to hear how you sucked off my son yesterday! You understand?"
Angie limply ceased her useless resistance, her original loathing slowly becoming a sense of total defeat. There was nothing she could do but give in. She opened her lips and let him sit further down on her face, sliding his hardened penis into the warm, moist recesses of her gagging mouth. God, she reasoned nebulously, at least this was one perversion she'd had some experience with ... and was not totally adverse to ... She felt the thick, blood-rigid shaft glide along the length of her tongue, filling her cheeks with its firm male flesh ... If only Todd's father would be half human about it! But instead, Woody Behan held her head firmly between his thighs and began pumping up and down between her lips with vicious impatience, causing her to choke and sputter as he rammed it down to the back of her throat, its full length nearly disappearing between her automatically ovaling lips. She struggled for breath, catching only small gasps of air on his out-strokes.
Woody groaned incoherently above h undulating buttocks, pushing his hips down tig against her face. He wanted her to make If cum, and he wanted to make her swallow it as she had swallowed Todd's youthful seed yesterday afternoon. He wanted her to always know that he had bent her completely to his will, that he had dominated her like no teenage boy could dominate her and prove to her once and for all just who was boss. He flexed his muscular loins up and down at the lewdly rounded hole formed by her thirsting lips, and sneered at her in deriding exultation: "Yeah, kid-sucker! Yeah, you love a man's cock, now that you finally tasted one. Go ahead, tighten your mouth around it and suck harder!"
Angie did as he desired, feeling at the same time the tendrils or sordid arousal growing stronger from the mean debasing thought of her mouth being fucked this way while the other two men fucked her loins. The naked woman dentist sucked his plunging clasping lips. She sucked to end it, the repellent joy of being treated as the lowest form, permeating her skewered flesh with a slowly rising yearning for more. God! There had never been a wreaking of vengeance on one woman as these men were inflicting upon her! They were buffeting her among them like a common slut, with every intention of using her defenseless body as a human disposal for their angry, lust-filled cum. And she did not deserve any better treatment!
An unfathomable, weird sensation seeped over her ragged nerves as the very helplessness of being fucked in every bodily entrance by three raging men began to have a telling effect upon her mind. The shuddering contemplation of her loathsome plight was setting off the pangs of masochistic hunger which had been churning imperceptibly in her belly, and a low and wanton moan escaped her lips around Woody Behan's pumping cock. Almost unconsciously she began to undulate her lush buttocks and squeeze with her cunt and rectal muscles the hard, penetrating shafts of hot flesh thrusting rhythmically into her skewered loins.
Angie discovered to her fascinated horror that she was involuntarily sucking voraciously on the penis drilling into her mouth. Her cheeks were hollowing and bloating licentiously, suddenly delighting in the exploration of its ridges and wrinkles as her tongue licked feverishly at the lust-inflated head, the tip probing eagerly into the tiny slit at its end. She twisted and squirmed until she was able to free one hand sufficiently to reach his dangling scrotum above her face, and she cupped the testicles warmly, beginning to caress and milk them with an instinctive knowing gentleness.
Simultaneously, Angie felt her hips were moving back of their own volition against Frank Water's thrusting cock racing along her rectal passage, and then humping forward to absorb Lew Grady's penis plunging into her wetly dilating cunt. All sense of reluctance or moral decency dissipated from her mind in the sudden heat of ecstatically masochistic sensations that were consuming her now. Nothing registered any longer but the brutal hard cocks fucking into her every opening, and she began to rock wantonly to their delightful punishment, pleading to be hurt by them, to be torn apart and defiled by the man in her rectum and the man in her pussy and the lewd man kneeling over her worthless body!
"Ohhhhhh, fuck me harder!" she crooned up around the penis surging between her teeth.
"Rape me! Rape me and fill me with your goddamn cum, you bastards ... !"
None of the men needed further encouragement. Together, they rammed repeatedly into the writhing brunette dentist caught between them, all four naked persons searching for that final crest of orgasm ...
Yes... yes ... Angie sensed Woody Behan's penis abruptly swelling between her lips, and she tugged at it wetly with all the strength of her milking mouth. It burst, then, as he cursed her vilely, gushed forth thick streams of creamy, pungent sperm into her throat. She clasped her lips in a tight band around his ejaculating flesh, wanting to siphon it empty, to hurt and punish him for the galling humiliation her patient's father was forcing her to enjoy. It seemed to go on forever, until at last his massive cock gave one last shuddering spurt and ceased. Behan fell away from over her then, his shrinking cock slithering uselessly from her still sucking lips, thin strings of his viscid white semen stretching from their swollen softness to his flaccid penis pulling away.
"Ohhhhhhhhh ... yes ... Lord, yes!" Angie began to chant hoarsely in the litany of perverse desire, responding to each lunge in her lust-enraged vagina and rectum. Furiously the men fucked, punishing her without mercy for rejecting them, and she gave them back in wantonness every stroke they delivered into her. "Now!" she wailed. "Please ... cum in me nowwww! I ... I'm cummminnnnnggggg toooooo...!"
Frank Waters began to mouth obscenities, and at the same moment his sister's roommate felt the thick boiling liquid of his climax shooting deep up into her anus, her own orgasm struck her. Delicious spasms of carnal delight rocketed through Angie Thompson, and she could feel every contraction of his hard, spewing erection as it jerked out its hot seed up into her nakedly spasming belly. Then she heard her boy friend, Lew Grady, swearing and grunting with his approaching orgasm. She drew up her leg that was draped across his pumping hips, her breathing panting from her lungs as she felt his throbbing cock spitting out its jets of creamy semen into the recesses of her thirsty womb. Her own orgasmic secretions blended and puddled with his in the confines of her flooded vagina, an almost frantic convulsion of debasing bliss momentarily overwhelming her ...
And then, it was finished.
For a long while their heavy breathing filled the waiting room of Angie's dental office. Finally Lew Grady rolled from beside her, his deflated penis slipping from her raped and ravaged cunt. Roughly, Frank Waters pulled himself free from her anal channel, his limp member squeezing from her forever-stretched rectum with a lewd moist sucking sound. Angie flopped over on her back, lying sprawled on the carpet in a dazed supine position with her legs spread exhaustedly and her swollen pink vaginal slit wet and glistening in the light of the room.
Slowly her head turned to survey each of the crudely leering men around her. Their victory had been complete. They had conquered her with a vengeance. She felt none of the terror as she had at the beginning, only that she was soiled and defeated, the knowledge that her flesh had again betrayed her a blight which would stain her soul forever. There wasn't much left in her world now, and she realized that she had truly enjoyed the raping punishment of her body ... that she had passed the point of no return. They wanted her to suck, she would suck. They wanted her to fuck, she would fuck. She'd take them: she'd take all men any way they damned well wanted ...
"I'm going to fuck her now," Woody Behan said heatedly. His cock was already throbbing with resurgent power, pulsing hard and long like a wild-spirited animal. He grabbed Angie's unresisting legs behind the knees, and thrust them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up along her sweat-soaked body to lean down over her. His rigidly palpitating penis teased against the sperm-wet curls of her pubic hair, and he splayed his hands beside either of her shoulders and forced her legs back until her ankles were locked behind his neck. He gaped down between their naked bodies and saw the woman dentist's upturned cuntal slit visibly throbbing its lips in anxious wait, the wet pink furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs tightly up against hers.
"Now for the second course, kid-sucker," he grinned down at her in lewd contempt.
A faint smile played across Angie's flushed lips. In a soft sweet whisper she answered: "Fuck me, go ahead, fuck me, big man. But your son was better...."
"Arg!" Behan snarled in anger, and drove forward with a grunt, impaling her again on a thick shaft of adult male flesh. Angie groaned in justified surrender and tightened her legs around his neck, arching her semen-moist buttocks upward and grinding her impaled loins against his pelvis.
Yes, she'd take them ... take them all they wanted. She contracted the muscles of her ravished vagina around the huge rutting penis and began a slow rhythmic rotation of her hips that seemed to last forever and ever. There was no longer reality for her, just the pleasure and groans drifting down from the sweating male body crushing her back into the cold carpet of her dental office ...
CHAPTER SIX
Blonde Sheryl Waters walked reluctantly down the sidewalk, flanked on both sides by a group of women of all sizes, shapes, ages, and descriptions. At the moment, the fiftyish woman on her left was talking, but then she usually was. The woman was ponderous, wearing pastel-colored print dress that made her massive breasts resemble the continental shelf sewn with springtime flowers. She was nodding her head very determinedly, looking at the twenty-three year old Sheryl through her tortoise-shell reading glasses. "I understand your hesitation," she said in a tart contralto, her tone brooking no argument. But this is a very momentous occasion. It isn't every day that Women Forward! present the professional Sistership Award, you realize!" "Y-Yes," Sheryl stammered, trying to keep up with the other woman's long strides. She had to be careful how she spoke to Miss Elmira Flagstaff; after all, she was the chapter president! "Yes, I know, but I really think a luncheon would be better...."
"Nonsense, dear girl!" Miss Flagstaff chirped. "Why, the whole reason behind this award is to commend a dedicated businesswoman fighting against the shackles of male chauvinist oppression!"
"We must point out strongly that she works," Mrs. Agnes Greeb added in her nasal twang. She sniffed, damping her long red nose with a handkerchief. "A luncheon is exactly the kind of 'women's job' we're trying to overcome. A fostering of the professional woman on an equal basis with men is exactly what we want!"
"And I brought my Brownie," added another Women Forward! member from behind Sheryl. "We can snap a picture of her at work, for the monthly bulletin!"
"But to do this secretly...." Sheryl shook her head, still not convinced that the chapter was doing the correct thing.
"A surprise!" Miss Flagstaff exclaimed. "Catch her in the act, so to speak, so we can get a true portrait of a selfless, dedicated American woman. All the best photos have been candid like that, and it's much more thrilling an occasion then, don't you think?"
"Miss Thompson will be charmed, I'm sure!" Mrs. Greeb trilled. She opened the doors of the Medical-Dental Building to let the others file into the lobby. "And you, Sheryl, you will be right there first-hand to present the award - her very best friend! Oh, I'm so excited!"
God, this had been so spontaneous for her, she hadn't even had a chance to phone and warn Angie! Sheryl shivered inwardly with apprehension as she recalled what her roommate had been doing yesterday afternoon with that little teenager. "I just wonder," she muttered under her breath, "what she'll be doing when we catch her in the act!"
"Whatever it is," Miss Flagstaff said as a final word, "you may be sure it will be with all the professionalism of today's truly liberated woman!"
