Caroline Blake gazed expectantly out the window of the Greyhound Bus as it pulled into the small northern California town of Six Falls. Past the city limits sign, which stated that the population of Six Falls numbered some two thousand people, was a large service station and truck stop, complete with garage, restaurant, and several delapidated cottages which truckers could take overnight. After the truck stop, the bus moved through a residential district, then the downtown, a mere two blocks of small businesses featuring two cafes, three bars, a hardware store and a Safeway. Up a side street which led into a nicer residential area than the one traversed by the main highway, Caroline just glimpsed the modern dental office where she would shortly be employed. The bus station was situated in a curio shop that dealt in souvenirs, located near the end of the downtown section.
Caroline was acutely aware of the male eyes on her as she descended from the Greyhound into brilliant afternoon sunlight. Lunch hour had apparently not ended for the laborers in Six Falls, and several men who appeared to be carpenters or construction workers were drinking Coca-Colas and lounging in the shade before the curio shop.
Caroline was a shapely twenty-four year old blonde, and she knew she should be thankful men looked at her the way they did. But sometimes she almost resented the good looks she'd been blessed with. Having a pretty face should have been nice enough, she supposed. But Caroline's body was the kind that made men whistle, stare, and occasionally even drool, and that was the kind of attention she didn't need, particularly in her present state of mind.
"This is your bag, Miss?"
Relieved by the distraction, Caroline turned with a fleeting smile to the tall Negro bus driver, who had already removed her suitcase from the baggage compartment beneath the vehicle.
"Yes," she said warmly. "Thank you very much."
"You aren't from Six Falls?"
"No. But I will be living and working here for awhile." Caroline paused for a moment, still aware of the laborers' eyes on her lushly formed body. "Do you know where I can get a taxi?"
"Don't think there'll be any taxis here in Six Falls, ma'am. You can leave your luggage inside though, while you arrange for transportation."
"Yes. I guess that would be the best thing."
"Here, then," the bus driver said. "I'll take it in for you."
"Oh. Thank you so very much."
The bus driver hoisted the heavy suitcase and preceded Caroline toward the door of the curio shop, from which a massive, buxom woman of about fifty emerged as they were reaching the steps.
'The young lady would like to leave her bag," the bus driver said.
"Oh, that's no bother. Let me take it." The matronly woman accepted the bag, then looked at Caroline with a warm smile. "You must be the lady from San Francisco that Dr. Whitman is expecting?"
"Yes, I am," Caroline said nervously.
"The doc said for me to give him a call whenever you arrived. You can just wait here and he'll drive by to pick you and your luggage up as soon as he finishes with whomever he's got in his office now. It's Mrs. Throckmorten today, I think."
Caroline hesitated a moment. "Oh that's all right. You needn't bother to phone him. I could see the office from the road when we passed and I'd just as soon walk over there and get the lay of the town."
"As you wish," the matronly woman said, then added, "So you're going to be the new dentist assistant?"
"Yes ma'am."
"I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. Your baggage will be safe here."
"Thank you very much," Caroline said. She smiled and nodded at the bus driver, then turned and started up the sidewalk toward the side street where she'd seen the dentist's office. Then, as she left the shade of the pavilion before the curio shop, she heard one of the off-duty laborers say in a coarse voice:
"Boy howdy! That's enough to make a man want to get a toothache!"
A faint shiver went through the blonde's sensuous body as she heard the round of guffaws that followed that remark. She didn't look back, but held her head erect, walking stiffly in her futile attempt to minimize the inviting bounce of her ripely rounded buttocks against the flimsy material of the modest-length skirt she'd chosen to wear. She was determined to ignore the man, but she knew she should take their attitude as a warning. Caroline had never felt more vulnerable as she did when she descended from the bus and met their leering gazes. She'd long become accustomed to being stared at wherever she went, but in the city there was an aspect of anonymity that she realized would be lacking here. She was already beginning to question her earlier assumption that Six Falls would afford her the peace and tranquility she so badly needed now that her marriage had broken up. If those three characters were an example of the kind of men that inhabited this little town, she would be treated here as she had in San Francisco - as a sex object. It seemed that men would forever think of Caroline as a dumb blonde, just as her husband of three years had treated her: Not as a companion, but an object of sexual lust.
Then Caroline almost jumped as she heard the loud blast of a horn honk practically in her ear. That was followed by the backfire of a muffler and the screeching of brakes as an old 1950's model Mercury loaded with four high school kids pulled to a stop at the curb. Caroline felt her face redden, and her body trembled as she turned to glare at the four teenagers, who didn't appear to be over fourteen or fiften years old, riding in the souped-up vehicle. For a moment she didn't even know what to do. She stood motionless on the sidewalk, glaring back in confusion at the three passengers and the driver. Then at last her attention centered on the driver, a dark-haired youngster with long sideburns and deep blue eyes. He looked more mature, though not necessarily older, than the three other boys, and Caroline was certain he must be the leader of the group. She was about to tell him what she thought about this kind of unsophisticated action, when he leaned out the window and spoke himself.
"Hello, beautiful. Can we give you a lift somewhere?"
"No. Thanks, but no thanks," Caroline said in a terse angry voice.
"You must be the new dental assistant?" the rowdy youngster persisted.
"Yes," Caroline said in the same stiff voice, then immediately regretted it.
"Well, we're driving toward the office right now if you want a lift."
"I said no thanks," Caroline repeated firmly, then looked abruptly away from the car and the four smirking teenagers, and resumed her way along the sidewalk toward the intersection. But in spite of her stern rebuff the four teenagers wouldn't let her be. Their car crept along the curb at precisely her own walking pace all the way to the intersection and the red light.
Caroline could feel the boys' eyes on her sensuous body, hear the not quite distinguishable but obviously lewd remarks and guffaws of laughter echoing after her the whole way. Then at the corner the car stopped, and the driver hollered one last invitation at her.
Not even able to look at the four boys, Caroline crossed the street. After the light changed, she heard another honk from the horn and the car sped away, its tires squealing to leave rubber on the hot pavement.
By the time Caroline reached the newly constructed office, with the shingle out front proclaiming, Jack Whitman, D.D.S., she was a virtual nervous wreck. She just wasn't equipped right now for the kind of attention she'd been getting today, and she could only hope that once she'd been in town for a short while and the local populace knew that she wasn't up for grabs, the local men and boys would take a different attitude toward her.
The nervous newcomer stepped into the waiting room of Dr. Whitman's clinic, noted the sign on the receptionist's desk saying, "Out for twenty minutes", then took a seat on the comfortable couch against the wall. She had met Dr. Whitman but once, a week and a half ago in San Francisco at the office of her former 'employer. As that office was located in the same building where her ex-husband was employed, it had been imperative that she find a new position. The strain leading up to her divorce had been such that she actually didn't even want to be in the same town as her ex-spouse. And when Dr. Brinkly, for whom she'd worked the last two years, had told her he had a friend practicing in a small northern California town who was going to be needing an assistant shortly, she had jumped at the idea. Dr. Whitman had struck her immediately as a handsome and gentle man. He was about thirty-five, a bachelor who had built up a fairly good practice in the four years he'd been in Six Falls. The picture-he had painted of Six Falls, however, had been one of a tranquil little hideaway. Thus far this had not seemed to be the case.
To occupy her mind while she waited, Caroline selected a women's fashion magazine and thumbed through it without any real interest. She had waited perhaps ten minutes when the door behind the desk opened and a pious-looking middle-aged woman with a long pointed nose, horn-rimmed glasses, and a mouthful of cotton emerged. She was followed by Dr. Whitman.
"Hello, Caroline," the doctor said, moving past the elderly woman, who was regarding her suspiciously. "Am I glad to see you!" Dr. Whitman nodded at the sign on his desk. "I've been running the whole show for three days. Susan, that's my previous assistant, had twins prematurely."
Caroline uncrossed her long shapely legs and, smoothing her skirt down the full sensuous curve of her thigh, stood up and stepped forward to shake hands with the white-clad dentist. She was still aware of the other woman's discerning eyes fixed on her, and the nervous look on her own face apparently reminded the doctor of this as well.
"Oh!" he said suddenly, glancing back at the elderly lady. "Mrs. Throckmorten is on her way to a new set of teeth."
"Pleased to meet you," the woman said. "You're from San Francisco?"
"Yes ... well, recently."
"Hmmnnn." The older woman let her eyes slowly descend the length of Caroline's curvaceous body, then, lifting her head in the air, she turned abruptly and stalked out of the office.
"Crotchety old spinster," Dr. Whitman muttered under his breath. Then he looked up with a smile. "And we have about another month with her." He watched Caroline warmly for a moment, his eyes revealing only the most subdued sexual interest. "You should have phoned from the bus station. I could have driven over and picked you up."
"Oh, that's all right," answered Caroline. "It was just a short walk, and I wanted to look around town a little bit."
"And what did you think of the place so far?"
"It was ... nice," Caroline replied hesitantly, "You don't look so convinced. Did something happen?"
"Weil, nothing really. It's just that the men sitting around the bus station looked as if they hadn't even seen a woman in the last five years. And later, as I was walking over here, I was harassed by four teenagers in an old souped-up automobile. I can't imagine why anyone would want to .., " Caroline's voice trailed off, and she looked down at the floor.
"Well, you're a good-looking woman. This is the sort of place where everyone knows everyone, and an attractive stranger, particularly a female, is bound to attract a certain amount of attention on first sight."
"But that's exactly the kind of attention I came up here to escape," Caroline said, looking Dr. Whitman straight in the eye.
"And you will be able to escape it, as soon as people get to know who you are. It just takes a few days to adjust to someone new in their midst. As for the kids, that was probably Benny Parker driving. Very tough rowdy crowd, but they're harmless in the long run."
"I hope so, Dr. Whitman."
The doctor smiled. "Call me Jack, by the way. And also... I was thinking we might go out to dinner and catch a movie some night this week. You're better off seeing Six Falls' splendid night life with a companion, at least until people do get to know who you are."
"Well, I really ... don't know if I should," Caroline said, unable to think of a single excuse.
"In a couple of days, maybe tomorrow evening or the next," the dentist persisted. "Just dinner at the local restaurant and a movie."
"Well, I guess that would be all right."
"Good. Now let's get you moved into your apartment."
Chapter Two
Caroline knew that most of her problems were probably due to her own curious state of mind, but it was the morning of her second day at work, her third day in Six Falls, and she had still to experience the slightest relaxation in the townspeople's attitude toward her. Wherever she went she was still stared at, gawked at, whistled at, and insulted. The apprehensive blonde tried to tell herself that it was only natural for a good-looking young woman to be treated this way in such a small town._But even though she knew that to be true, it did nothing for her morale. Merely walking down the street made her feel like a freak on display. Nor did Dr. Whitman help matters. True, his attitude was different from that of most of the men and the troublesome teenage boys she encountered on the street. But sometimes it was even more disconcerting. He seemed almost to put her on a pedestal. He fawned over her, and their relationship was in no way the normal employer-employee relationship Caroline desired. For the most part he seemed awed by her, but on occasion during the last two days she had seen him staring at her, furtively but nonetheless lasciviously, and her dinner and movie date with the doctor, which was set for tonight, was something she was beginning to aread. So it appeared Caroline's days at the clinic would be as difficult as her time off. If the brief sampling of Dr. Whitman's patients she'd already come into contact with were an example, they would be a problem too. The old spinster. Miss Throckmorten, had stared at Caroline the morning she arrived here in a way that had made the younger woman feel almost as bad as had the stares of the young boys who'd harassed her on the way to the clinic. Yesterday one of the construction workers she'd originally encountered when she'd first arrived in town had apparently taken his companion's suggestion seriously and had come to have a molar filled. During the entire procedure he'd sat in the chair winking at Caroline and making lewd faces at her. Dr. Whitman had been completely oblivious to this, but Caroline became so flustered she could hardly even assist in the operation. This morning's first patient was an elderly farmer who'd come for the removal of one of his upper biscuspeds. In spite of the fact that he was almost seventy years old, he'd been obviously highly attracted to Caroline. And his way of impressing her had been to refuse Novocaine. By the end of that ordeal Caroline had been almost nauseous. She was actually beginning to believe she'd made a mistake in accepting the job with Dr. Whitman, and she was seriously considering telling him so.
It was about eleven-thirty that morning when fourteen year old Johnny Howard arrived with his mother to have one tooth filled and a general cleaning. At once all the pent-up feelings of defensive hostility changed in Caroline's mind. Johnny was the first person, male or female, of puberty age or more, who had not immediately looked at her as a sex object. Johnny, was obviously too terrified to even think of sex. He was a frail bespectacled youngster with a Beatle-type haircut and his mother, a sturdy plain woman of about forty, appeared to have forcibly dragged the pale-faced boy to the door of the office. Even Caroline almost laughed aloud as she thumbed through the alphabetical listings for Johnny's file.
"Let's see. Johnny . . .Howard." Caroline looked up with a warm smile at the trembling teenager. "You're early, Johnny. Just a minute. Let me check with Dr. Whitman. If he's not busy maybe you can go right in."
"Oh, that's all right," Johnny said quickly. "I'm not in any hurry." He swallowed hard. "In fact, I'd just as soon wait."
Caroline let the smile broaden on her lips. "I'm sure you would. But you might as well get it over with, Johnny. And it won't hurt anyway."
"Of course it will hurt," Johnny said. "It always hurts at the dentist."
Caroline stood up and went through the door to the back of the clinic, where she met Dr. Whitman who was just coming down the hall. "There's a young boy and his mother out there. I think his name was Johnny."
Dr. Whitman chuckled softly. "Oh yes. Johnny Howard."
"The poor little thing is literally frightened out of his mind, I'm afraid," Caroline said as the doctor started past her toward the door to the reception room.
"I don't doubt it. Never in my experience have I seen a kid more afraid of the drill than Johnny Howard." '- "But it's kind of refreshing in a way."
Doctor Whitman turned and looked back at Caroline strangely. "Refreshing?"
"Yes," Caroline said nervously. "I mean ... at least it's a change from that awful old man this morning."
"Well, if you say so," the doctor said. "Just hold his hand tight and smile at him. Maybe you can take his mind off the drill."
There was a brief moment of silence as the two co-workers stared at each other, and for Caroline it was a moment fraught with meaning. She had been in a super-sensitive state since her arrival here in Six Falls, and because the cute young boy in the waiting room had not treated her as so many other males in this town had, she felt her heart going out to him the instant she saw him.
Caroline had always wanted children, but her husband had not. He'd once remarked he didn't want to see her beautiful body spoiled, even for a few months, by pregnancy. He'd meant that as a compliment, but Caroline hadn't taken it that way. Now Dr. Whitman's suggestion that she could use her God-given feminine endowments for a purpose more noble than the attraction of blind and impersonal lust caused an unexpected emotional response in her, a welling in her breast of her thwarted motherly instincts which she could not quite explain or understand herself.
Then the doctor turned away and stepped through the door into the reception room, and Caroline quickly followed him.
"Hello, Johnny. -Hello, Mrs. Howard. How are you today, Johnny?"
"Terrible," Johnny said gloomily. The youngster gazed disconsolately at the floor for a moment before looking up at the doctor. At once he shifted his gaze nervously until his eyes met Caroline's, but he blushed and looked quickly away, obviously filled with shame at having her see his fear of the dentist.
"This is Mrs. Blake," the dentist said. "My new assistant. Caroline, Mrs. Howard and her son Johnny."
I "Hello, Mrs. Howard. Hello Johnny," Caroline said, smiling warmly as her eyes briefly met Johnny's again.
"Why don't you take Johnny on back and get him ready," Doctor Whitman said. "He's going to need at least one filling. One of the molars on the upper left. And a good cleaning." I "All right," Caroline said. "Johnny, would you like to come this way, please?"
Hesitantly, Johnny moved past Dr. Whitman and started down the hall after Caroline. At the rear of the clinic the older woman paused, opening the door to let Johnny move past her. She was uncomfortably aware of the boy's eyes on her body as he went by, and she could hear his hastened nervous breathing.
"Just sit down there in the chair, please, Johnny," Caroline said, turning to take a plastic apron out of the wall cabinet.
Johnny sat down in the dentist chair, drumming his fingers on the arm and fidgeting nervously as Caroline turned and placed the protective apron over him, wrapping her arms around him to tie it at the back of his neck. Again she was acutely aware of the proximity of her voluptuously rounded breasts to the young boy's face and of the frightened curiosity in his eyes as he observed them, "You must have been to see Dr. Whitman recently?"
"Yes, ma'am. Two weeks ago I had two other fillings." Johnny paused, looking up at Caroline sheepishly. "I guess you think I'm a sissy."
Caroline drew quickly back, looking down at the young boy with surprise. "Why no, Johnny! Why should I think that?"
"Because I'm scared."
"But Johnny, many people are afraid when they go to the dentist. Grown-ups too. Even I am.
"Yeah," Johnny said. "Maybe so. But not like me. I'm terrified, and I can't even hide it, not even from you."
Caroline didn't know what to say, but she was spared any further embarrassment as the door opened and Dr. Whitman stepped into the room. I As Johnny waited in unrequited terror, Dr. Whitman took a quick look into the youngster's mouth and Caroline loaded the hypodermic needle with Novocaine. The teenager's frightened eyes caught hers again as the doctor deadened the tooth that had to be filled and, his head inclined back against the cushion and his mouth wide open, he continued to watch her pleadingly throughout the process of drilling and filling the tooth. The lone cavity was not serious at ail and it took but a few moments before the job was completed.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Dr. Whitman asked.
"No sir," Johnny said without conviction.
"Good. Now just a good cleaning and you should be fixed up for awhile." He paused. "But I think we'll let Mrs. Blake take care of that for you."
"You did very well, Johnny," Caroline said as the doctor went out. "You didn't look afraid at all once the doctor began."
"I was so scared I could hardly breathe," Johnny said. "How many boys my age do you know whose mothers have to bring them to the dentist's office when they need a filling?"
"Oh Johnny," Caroline begged. "Don't talk like that."
She selected a pronged metal scraper and turned back to bend over the chair where Johnny still sat. '
"Now open wide and let me see."
The young boy stared up sheepishly at her, his mouth wide open, his gaze descending fleetingly to the inviting mounds of Caroline's full swelling breasts as she leaned nearer to peer into his mouth. Trying to hold her hands steady, she began to work carefully at Johnny's teeth. But now she couldn't ignore the proximity of their tensed bodies. She knew that at his age he must be every bit as curious sexually as he was afraid of the dentist's chair, and as one of her breasts inadvertently pushed down against his shoulder, she felt him stiffen. Under ordinary circumstances, Caroline would probably have drawn away at that instant. But she couldn't ignore Johnny's fright of even this insignificant operation, and she thought that if she could distract him, it would be well worth it. Besides, though she would have hardly admitted it to herself, she too derived a thrill from the tantalizing contact. It gave her a warm feeling inside to be able to use her body to ease Johnny's trauma, and as she continued with the cleaning of his teeth, she made no attempt to prevent further contact.
But Caroline didn't know what to think moments later when she completed the job and removed the apron from the nervous youngster. To her shock, she noted that there was a hard insistent erection tenting his trousers, and the flush of crimson that rushed to Johnny's face signaled that he was aware of her notice.
Chapter Three
The young dental assistant felt terrible about the way she'd acted during the course of her evening with Dr. Whitman. She'd done nothing overt and perhaps he'd not even noticed. But she felt remote and troubled all evening long, and she thought it must have been reflected in her manner. The two of them had had a nice meal at the better of the two restaurants in town and later gone to a movie. Although they had attracted a certain amount of attention, Caroline had at least been relieved to find that she didn't get the same kind of treatment when in the company of the town's only dentist as she received when she was alone. It was a sign of respect, she thought, perhaps even an indication that she was finally gaining acceptance from the locals. But the distant attitude she'd displayed during the evening coupled by her resultant feelings of guilt made her present situation only more difficult.
Dr. Whitman had just pulled his car to a stop outside the apartment he'd leased for Caroline before she came up to Six Falls. She could see he was debating what his next move should be, and, of course, it would be only natural for her to invite him in for a drink, or at least a cup of coffee, at this point. But she didn't want to. It wasn't that she found Dr. Whitman unattractive. She just wasn't ready to be involved on any level right now. Yet at the same time she did not want to hurt his feelings. She didn't want to further strain their relationship at work.
"I guess this is a bit awkward for both of us," the doctor said, looking somewhat nervously over at the lovely nervous blonde.
Caroline hesitated. "I don't know what you mean." It was an out-and-out lie, but in her present state of mind she didn't even want to acknowledge the tenseness of the situation.
"I hired you because I did need a new assistant. I asked you out the day you arrived here in all sincerity. I mean ..." the doctor's voice trailed off, and he managed a nervous smile, then ever so briefly he let his eyes drop to the sensuously straining swells of Caroline's breasts, their shape clearly defined in the thin, tight-fitting blouse she wore. "I mean, I had no ulterior motives in asking you out with me. It was a ... a civil thing to do, I thought. But during the last few days of seeing you I've become ... frankly, very interested on a level that goes beyond the normal employer-employee relationship."
"Dr. Whitman, please, let's just not talk about it right now."
Caroline smiled warmly in spite of her nervousness. But she realized all too late that that gesture in combination with her previous statement, had been a mistake. Dr. Whitman took it wrong and, before she even had time to protest, he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. Too surprised to resist, Caroline did nothing, even as his tongue flicked softly out of " his mouth and into her own and his hand moved up to stroke lightly along the sensitive flesh of one of her shoulders through the flimsy material of her blouse.
"And call me Jack," he said in a low voice, snuggling his cheek to hers, his hand moving down from her shoulders to lie gently on just the upper portion of her breast.
Caroline didn't know what to say. She hadn't expected Dr. Whitman to make a physical advance right here in the car. But she hadn't resisted and, strangely, she wasn't even able to focus her mind on that necessary action right now. Then the young dentist returned his lips to hers, at the same time scooting half way across the car seat so he could press his own chest tightly against Caroline's high-set breasts. She remembered the look on Johnny Howard's face this afternoon when she removed the protective plastic apron and discovered that he had an erection from the not quite inadvertent bodily contact that had occurred while she was cleaning his teeth. And though that seemed the most absurd conceivable thing to be thinking about right now, for some reason she found she couldn't get it out of her mind.
Then Caroline's whole body stiffened as the doctor dropped his hand lower, fitting it between his own chest and her upthrust breasts to begin to squeeze and massage one of the ripely straining mounds through the filmy brassiere she wore beneath her blouse. She gasped to catch her breath, the friction of the brassiere on her nipple causing the little bud to swell instantly to tingling hardness, a little chill of delight running swiftly down her spine from the lewdly titillating contact.
Caroline moaned softly, trying to push the doctor gently back. She didn't know what was happening to her. All evening long she had been dreading the possibility that her new employer might make a pass at her and now that it had happened her body was responding against all her wishes. She liked the feel of his lips on hers. She liked the way he kissed, and the forceful caress of his hand on her sensuously voluptuous breasts was causing a response beyond all rational limits. And all the while she couldn't rid her mind of the recollection of little Johnny Howard's penis standing up so hard and erect in his trousers after she'd finished working on him in the dentist office today.
At last, with an urgent wriggling of her body, Caroline managed to free herself and pull back from Dr. Whitman. For a moment they stared at each other in silence, both of them gasping to catch their breath. Then slowly he shifted about in the car seat.
"I'm sorry."
"No. I mean ... You don't have to be sorry, Doctor. It's just... it's just happening too fast."
"I do like you," he said softly, now staring straight ahead. "I know we've just met. I know we probably wouldn't even know each other if it weren't for the fact that you work for me. And you've got to believe I didn't have this in mind, even when I drove up here. But..."
"I'm going in now, Doctor," Caroline said in a quiet voice. "I really did enjoy myself this evening and I'd like .. . I'd like to do it again some time. I'm just over my divorce and I'm still a little stiff. I'm sure I'll loosen up in a short time."
Belatedly Caroline realized the vulgar second meaning that could have been construed from those words. She frowned, embarrassed. Then the doctor turned slowly toward her and smiled.
"Come on. I'll walk you to the door."
Caroline had undressed immediately upon entering her apartment. She started to go to bed, then realized that in her present nervous state she wouldn't be able to get to sleep, so she donned a light housecoat, went into the bathroom and started the water running in the tub. Now she stood in the steam-filled bathroom, gazing through narrowed eyes at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the door as she started to remove her housecoat.
Caroline sucked her breath in softly, her eyes almost closing as she undid the sash, pushed the robe from her shoulders, and let it drop softly to the floor, leaving her clad in nothing but her flimsy, near transparent panties. Every inch of her smoothly exposed flesh still tingled with the faint stirrings of desire that had been aroused in her by the startling encounter with Dr. Whitman in his car. She still found it surprising that he had kissed her so abruptly, or for that matter, that she had allowed him to. She could still remember the feel of his hand on her lust-sensitized breast just before she'd pushed him away, and she had to admit that she'd enjoyed it in spite of everything.
Caroline did not doubt the fact that, though Dr. Whitman was certainly a gentleman, he would have gone to bed with her tonight if she'd let him. And oddly enough, she didn't know quite why she hadn't. In many ways, Caroline supposed Dr. Whitman should be exactly the kind of man she'd want to become involved with. Certainly he did "want her body - certainly he found her attractive in the same way other men did. But he didn't treat her in the same way.
There was an awe, even a respect, in his attitude toward her, and she knew he didn't consider her a mere dumb blonde, a mere sex object, a piece of flesh to be exploited. It had been over a month since the last time her now ex-husband had made love to her, and Caroline knew she did need a man. With Dr. Whitman it would have been so easy. Certainly their relationship could not have been more strained had they gone to bed than it was under the circumstances in which they'd parted this evening. She could hardly even imagine how she would face the young dentist in the morning, nor he her. But she hadn't gone to bed with him. In fact, she hadn't really considered it. And she hadn't considered it because there had been another factor, of which even Dr. Whitman wasn't aware, and that was what troubled Caroline now.
Caroline had been thinking about Johnny Howard. Ludicrous as it seemed, the recollection of what had happened in the office this afternoon had been more vivid in her mind than the actual bodily contact with Dr. Whitman, even while he held her in his arms. And there was something so unnatural about that realization that Caroline couldn't help being troubled by it.
Almost unconsciously Caroline lifted her right hand to the voluptuously high-set mound of one of her naked breasts, the soft caress of her finger on her little nipple causing it to swell instantly to tautly straining rigidity. She sighed softly, a little shiver running through her aroused body as her eyes feasted on the lusty invitation of her own naked flesh. She was intensely aware of her own sexuality now. It was a gnawing, nagging thing in her mind, which must have been there since this afternoon's strange little episode with the frightened boy at the dentist office, and it had been put into even clearer perspective by tonight's incident.
Caroline sighed again, dropping her hand from her straining breast, and glanced back to note that the bath was almost full. Then, every inch of her lust-sensitized nakedness still tingling, Caroline hooked her thumbs into the tight waistband of her panties and drew them slowly down off the ripeness of her full swelling buttocks and the soft brownish pubic curls nestled so teasingly between her trembling thighs. She wriggled her ass-cheeks in a subtle provocative motion, standing alternately on one leg then the other to get the panties off her ankles; then she let them fall to the floor and turned to the bath. She stooped over and tested it with her finger before stepping into the tub and lowering her body carefully into the water.
For a moment Caroline could hardly move. The water was so hot she could barely stand it, but it was like a womb - and she longed to immerse herself in it, trusting it to calm her aroused loins and ease her nerves. At last she was able to lean back, lowering her body completely into the water until only her neck and the goose-bumped little tips of her cream-white breasts were above the surface.
Then still without really thinking about it or admitting to herself what she was doing, she moved her hands slowly back to the ripely upthrust mounds of her heaving breasts and the hard-swollen little nipples. Again she stroked and trailed her right hand down her body beneath the water, over the smooth warm flesh of her belly and into the sparsely curling strands of tantalizing cunt hair between her thighs.
Caroline's body jerked at the first stunning contact of her finger on the already eagerly twitching bud of her submerged clitoris. An unwelcome tremor coursed out suddenly from the tiny sensory nub, saturating deeply into the sensitive warmth of her loins and spreading out slowly over every inch of her spontaneously tingling flesh. Again she remembered the embrace in the car seat with Dr. Whitman, and the lewdly tantalizing vision that had vied at that moment for her attention: the sight of the straining youthful erection bulging in Johnny Howard's trousers from the playful contact of her breasts on his shoulders as she leaned over him to clean his teeth. That was like a daydream now, a fantasy that had never really happened, a little surreal moment plucked out of another place and time. Caroline did not even know the source of the deep emotional response she had felt for the young boy during his moment of fear.
But now that response was transforming itself ever so slowly to blatant lust. As badly as she hated to admit it, she needed a man. That must have been why she'd taken such profound note of the youngster's erection. Perhaps that was even why she'd rubbed her breasts against him while she was cleaning his teeth. Perhaps it had been her own secret and, at that time, unknown lust, rather than any noble motive that had prompted her to use her body to distract him from his fear of the dental chair.
Reluctantly Caroline drew her hand away from the softly pulsing warmth between her full white thighs. Her whole body was permeated by the insane desire that had welled up within her satiety-denied belly almost without her own knowledge and now seemed to consume her. She let her hand float up to the surface of the water, hovering there just above her loins as she waged a silent little battle in her need-deranged mind. Then slowly she moved the hand back beneath the surface of the water, her fingers roving softly over the sensitive flesh of her quivering belly to venture once more down through the thinly curling strands of cuntal hair and in between her thighs to find sudden wantonly titillating contact with the little pulsating slit of her reluctant pussy.
The frustrated divorcee moaned softly at the sudden tremors of delight that shot out from her loins at the teasing pressure of her finger against her instantly responding vaginal lips and the little pounding bud of her clitoris. Then her taut buttocks jerked suddenly beneath the water as she parted the hair-fringed lips, more strained whimpers issuing from her throat as her fingers began to work slowly up and down the length of the lust-tortured slit of her wetly throbbing cunt.
Then again, for the briefest moment, Caroline ceased the obscene movements of her hand on her loins, her eyes opening wide as she raised her head to stare down beneath the surface of the warm clear water at the lewd sight of her hand resting between her firm full thighs, her middle finger partially embedded in the pinkly yielding flesh of her cunt. It was too lurid for words. Caroline hadn't masturbated since she was in high school, but now she didn't know how she could resist. Her whole body was crying out with need, the need for release, not merely from her lust but from all the pressure and tension that weighed so heavily upon her. And ashamed as she was, the pretty dental assistant knew she couldn't help herself. She had to do it. Otherwise she would never get to sleep tonight.
With a gasp of submission, Caroline arched her smoothly rounded buttocks from the bottom of the bathtub, lifting the soft-haired mound of her pubis and the wide cradle of hsr pelvic bones up above the surface of the water as her fingers resumed their movement between her now widely parted thighs. Her thumb began to stroke in a slow teasing rhythm over the sensitive little bud of her clitoris as her middle finger penetrated deeper up between the trembling lips of her steadily moistening cunt.
A surge of guilt welled almost parallel to Caroline's rising lust as she wormed her finger slowly up into her wetly yielding vaginal softness. She moaned, her middle finger burrowing relentlessly farther up into the sensitive inner flesh of her cunt, her thumb rubbing more swiftly at the swollen bud of her blood-engorged clitoris as she arched her hips even higher and sank her finger finally to the last knuckle up into the sensitive inner cavern. Then, with a deep whimper, she surrendered completely to her obscene longing and began a lewd undulation of her nakedly excited body in the bathtub, splashing water as she fingerrfucked with smooth even strokes in and out of the tightly caressing little lips of her voracious cunt.
A stream of moans and pleadings issued from her throat as Caroline began to masturbate in earnest. Her eyes and teeth clenched, and she thrashed her body wildly as the uncontrolled passion overcame her. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips and her fingers darted swiftly in and out of the spasmodically trembling cuntal opening, her thumb working with maddening effect on the turgid neck of her lust-racked clitoris. Her face flushed red, breaking out in a shiny coat of perspiration from a combination of the heat of the bathwater and her own wildly building passion as she strained, groaning in want and frustration and worming her finger deeper and deeper up into the warmly quivering slit of her ravenous little pussy. She tossed her head wildly back and forth, her long blonde hair whipping into the water and over the tender nakedness of her shoulders as she' further intensified the rapid finger-fucking rhythm.
Again Caroline raised her head, gazing through narrowed eyes down between the trembling mounds of her nipple-peaked breasts that stood up firm and proud above the surface of the bathwater. Now a lewd thrill coursed through her loins at the shocking sight that greeted her, the perverse picture of her own fingers fucking frenziedly up and down between the wildly scissoring softness of her thrashing thighs. Again she recalled the obscene incident at Dr. Whitman's office today when she'd been cleaning little Johnny Howard's teeth. He was only fourteen years old. She'd checked his folder, after he and his mother had left the office - out of an innocent curiosity, she'd told herself at the time. But now she knew it was much more than that. Whereas she had automatically repulsed any show of attention on the part of the men and boys here in Six Falls since her arrival, for some reason she had almost eagerly responded to the different kind of attention she'd got from Johnny. She had used her body to distract him from his fear of the dentist, and she had derived a lewd and wanton thrill when she'd removed the protective covering from his lap and noted his response to what she'd done - the bulging little erection that tented his skin-tight Levi's.
Now Caroline's body was flailing savagely in the water, her loins thrusting eagerly upward to meet the probing strokes of her lust-driven fingers working frenziedly in and out between the quivering lips of her hair-fringed cunt. The slit of her pervertedly impaled vagina flowered open to give her even greater access to the warm yielding inner tightness, and the continued maddening strokes of her thumb over the twitching little bud of her clitoris almost drove her out of her mind with the obscenely rising passion that poured over every fibre of her being.
Then suddenly Caroline's whole naked body tensed and she shuddered, her cunt-embedded finger now moving in a staccato rhythm in and out of her burning loins, the swift slaps of her hand splashing water all the way to her face. Then her body uncoiled even more wildly in a whiplash motion, her legs scissoring open and closed frantically over the finger that still moved swiftly in and out of the soft clutching flesh of her convulsing young pussy. She felt the rising tide deep in her belly, a spontaneous contortion racking her voluptuous nakedness as she fought and strained for the release she now knew was coming. Another obscene spasm of delight shook her, sweeping away the last of her inhibitions with the salacious promise welling in her wantonly grinding loins', and in spite of all her shame at the lewd act she was committing, she knew she was going to cum.
But for a few moments longer, the salacious release continued to elude her and Caroline groaned in wanton delirium, drawing her middle finger almost completely out from between her trembling cunt-lips and stroking in a rapid motion over the swollen bud of her clitoris to send new and even more devastating thrills darting from the pulsing, hair-bordered softness out over every wetly glistening inch of her body. She worked her hand frenziedly over her turgidly quivering clitoris, sobbing and moaning in frustration as the ultimate relief continued to elude her. Then she gave out an even louder moan as she shoved the middle finger savagely back up into the trembling mouth of her heatedly spasming vagina, the intense friction that resulted from the bathwater's . having diluted her own feminine juices almost causing her to cry out loud.
The wanton blonde's breasts heaved and quivered with the insane tossinp as she lunged her buttocks wildly up and down in the bathwater. For a last instant she languished in limbo. Then finally it began, a deep trembling far up inside her loins that surfaced swiftly in a volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breathtaking wave of sensation that soared through every inch of her nakedly turning flesh. The lips of her cunt worked and sucked frenziedly at her lewdly fucking finger, her breath rasping in short gasps as the lightning-like sensations jolted through her. She moaned in delirium, wallowing debasedly in her obscene bliss, her fingers continuing to work in and out of the warmly quivering tenderness of her naked loins and over the little palpitating bud of her clitoris.
Caroline's shameless climax faded gradually until she finally sank down in exhaustion into the water, reclining her head against the back of the tub as she strained to catch up with her breathing. Even as stark reality returned, the little spasms continued to course through her perversely sated belly. She felt sated, drained -and now all she wanted was sleep.
But already she felt a stirring of remorse in her breast, and Caroline knew with a terrible agonizing certainty that by morning she probably wouldn't even be able to look at herself in the mirror with the haunting knowledge of the obscene act she'd committed tonight.
Chapter Four
Except for a few delinquent teenagers and the traffic of people moving from one bar to the next, the streets of Six Falls were usually deserted at night, at least during the showing hours of the double feature movie. After the theater let out there would be a short flurry of life, ending after a half-hour or so. Then the cafes closed down, and only the bars remained open. During theater hours, however, the cafes were usually empty except for staff and an occasional motorist who'd stopped for a hamburger or a cup of coffee.
It had been two nights since her date with Dr. Whitman. Caroline had refused the invitation that they go out together again, explaining nicely enough that she just wasn't ready. But the pretty divorcee had been so bored sitting alone at home, and the television program for this Thursday evening had been so uninteresting to her that she'd felt she had to get out. Now, as the lonely blonde sat at a booth in the rear of a near empty Six Falls cafe, she almost wished she had accepted the doctor's invitation. At least he would have been someone to talk to.
Caroline asked the waitress for a coffee refill and turned to look back at the large clock on the wall. It was nearly eleven. She knew that the movie would let out soon, and the cafe would fill up. That would be when she would probably have to leave, she thought. Across the street, parked before the theater, she could see the souped-up Mercury, the car which the four boys who had harassed her on the morning of her arrival in Six Falls had been driving, and she certainly wasn't prepared to face them.
Caroline had just finished her second cup of coffee, a few moments later, when the doors of the cinema did open and the crowd, mostly teenagers, began to pour out into the street. She checked her bill quickly, dropped the bottle of saccharin she used as sugar substitute into her purse, and started to rise. Then she froze in her place as she saw little Johnny Howard emerge from the theater door. Just behind him was the boy who'd been driving the Mercury and one of the other rowdy teenagers who'd been in the car on the day of Caroline's arrival, and though she could have no idea of what they were saying, she could see they were talking to Johnny. Even at this distance she could discern from his reaction that what they were telling him was not nice. Obviously the bigger boys were teasing or picking on him.
The watching blonde felt a tightness in her throat, and as she reached absently for her empty coffee cup her hands trembled. She knew all too well what it was like for someone to be harassed by a person against whom he could not physically defend himself. It happened to her all the time. But for Johnny, it must be even worse. At least she could use the fact that she was a woman as an excuse. Johnny didn't even have that consolation.
The older woman bristled almost visibly as she saw the young boy who owned the Mercury reach out and muss up Johnny's hair. Then the smaller boy moved away from the two bullying teenagers and crossed the street toward the cafe. The other two boys apparently shouted one final bit of derision at him, then got into the Mercury. Caroline could hear the engine backfiring as they started it up, and then she forgot them completely as Johnny opened the door of the cafe and stepped inside.
Caroline held her breath, gazing intently toward the front of the shop. For some reason her heart was pounding furiously in her breast, and her mouth felt dry. Then Johnny's eyes met hers and a flush of crimson rushed to his cheeks as he half turned back toward the door, gazing nervously out as the Mercury pulled away from the curb.
Caroline waited almost breathlessly as the boy hesitated at the door. Then he looked at her again and, managing a warm smile, she gestured with her eyes at the seat across the table from her. For a moment longer Johnny hesitated, the crimson still coloring his cheeks, then with a shrug he ambled slowly back toward the table, watching the voluptuous dental assistant sheepishly with the same look he'd displayed two days ago when she'd detected that he had an erection. Absently Caroline crossed her legs, smoothing her modest-length skirt carefully down over her firmly contoured thighs, arching her shoulders back to accent the fullness of her ripely straining breasts that were clearly defined in the tight white blouse she wore. At the table the bashful youngster hesitated another moment before Caroline nodded in reiteration of her invitation for him to join her.
"Hello, Mrs. Blake," he stammered nervously as he took his seat.
"Hello, Johnny," Caroline said, still smiling and watching the youngster with sparkling eyes. "How are you tonight?"
Johnny shrugged. "All right, I guess."
Johnny ordered a Coca-Cola from the waitress and Caroline asked for another refill of her coffee. Then for a moment they both sat in not quite comfortable silence, Caroline watching the young boy with an anticipation of something not yet named in her mind. Johnny squirmed nervously in his seat, unable to meet Jier eyes.
"Well," Caroline managed after the waitress had brought Johnny's Coke and her own third cup of coffee. "So how are you? How do your teeth feel now?"
"Oh, they're fine," Johnny said.
The teenager glanced furtively at Caroline, then averted his eyes and took a sip of his Coca-Cola.
"Were those your friends I saw you coming out of the theater with?" Caroline asked.
Johnny jerked his eyes back toward her for a moment, then looked down at the table, "Yeah, I guess so."
"They were teasing you about something?"
"Yeah, sort of." He took another sip of his Coke. "I don't get along very well with most of the guys here in town," he said at last.
"But... why not, Johnny?" Caroline asked with concern in her voice.
"Oh, I don't know. Most of the guys around here like to talk rough and act tough and everything." Johnny again lifted his eyes cautiously, then let his gaze descend ever so briefly down her shapely, seductively clad body. "I'm not tough at all. You know that yourself. You saw the other day. I was so scared my mother had to bring me to the dentist."
"But you shouldn't think that way, Johnny," Caroline said. "I told you, many people are afraid of the dentist. I bet those boys would be just as frightened as you were."
"I doubt it," Johnny said. "I really doubt it." He paused. "I don't know how to say this, but I really appreciate what you did. And I really feel stupid .. . about the fact that you saw . . . what was happening to me."
Now it was Caroline's turn to blush. She would never have dreamed Johnny would be so blunt as to bring that embarrassing incident into the open. And she knew that after what had happened that day at the dentist's office she shouldn't even be sitting here with him. But she couldn't help but wonder at this display of sensitivity and courage on the part of this young boy. It was no surprise to her that he was not popular among the kind of kids she'd seen here on the streets of Six Falls.
"I guess you must think that besides being a sissy, I'm some kind of sex freak too?" Johnny said ruefully.
"No!" Caroline replied almost too quickly, reaching out with her hand to touch Johnny's even before she realized what she was doing. She felt the fourteen year old stiffen slightly in response to her touch as he slowly lifted his eyes to look at her. There was a brief moment of contact between them, of a completely different nature from the contact that had occurred two days ago in the dentist's office. This time there was an understanding. Then Caroline looked down, flustered, and slowly drew her hand away.
"I hardly know what to say, Johnny," the blonde began hesitantly. "What happened the other day at the office was an accident as much as anything else. I wasn't really thinking about what I was doing. But it was only natural for you to have responded."
She managed to meet the boy's gaze again for an instant, then once more she looked away. It was a lie. There had been nothing accidental about that incident, and she didn't even know why she bothered to try to deny what had happened. Because she could see that Johnny wasn't fooled.
"Well, I just wish I could grow up and get away from here," Johnny said. "I'm sure all that changes when you're grown up."
"Of course it changes when you grow up, Johnny," Caroline said, trying to control her voice, which inexplicably quivered when she spoke. "But you still have some of the best years of your life, as a teenager, in front of you."
"Well," Johnny sighed. "I sure wish I didn't have to spend them here."
"I can understand that," the older woman conceded. "I don't know if I'm going to get along very well here either. You're the first person I've met I even enjoy talking to." She paused, noting the look of surprise in the young boy's eyes. "And I knew I would enjoy talking to you for some reason. Even the other day when you first came to the office."
Again a silence fell over them. Nervously Caroline sipped her coffee, and Johnny finished his Coke. To divert her attention Caroline glanced around the rest of the cafe. She realized that, though she hadn't noticed it before, all the post-movie crowd, excluding Johnny, had already gone. Save one lone man now paying his bill at the counter, she and the youngster were the only remaining customers. And she could tell from the look the waitress was giving them that the shop was ready to close. But the thought of going home to her apartment alone was almost more than the lonely blonde could bear. Her little home had become a prison for her these last several days, and this brief respite, these few moments of honest conversation with Johnny, Who had no ulterior motive, no sexual interest in her except for a normal masculine response, had been a godsend. And she wasn't ready to give it up yet.
"I really think they want to close, Johnny," she said after a moment.
Johnny looked around, then nodded his head and reached into his pocket for some change.
"Oh no, Johnny," Caroline said quickly, seizing the bill. "Let me get that."
Nervously, she gathered up her purse, dropped her saccharin bottle back into it, and rose. She preceded Johnny up to the counter and paid the bill to the waitress, who eyed her suspiciously. Johnny held the door for her as they went through out onto the sidewalk. Then she paused, looking anxiously up and down the street. Fortunately it was deserted, so at least it didn't appear she would be bothered on her way back to her apartment.
"Well, Johnny, it was really nice talking to you. I'm sorry they closed."
"I'm sorry too, Mrs. Blake."
Caroline looked back through the cafe window at the clock on the wall, then returned her attention to the fourteen year old boy.
"My, it's almost twelve o'clock. Your parents don't mind when you're out so late?"
"Well, they do usually. But my mother's younger sister is having a baby, down in Redding, and my folks drove down there. So I'm home by myself. For the first time in my life. I'll have to catch the bus down after school tomorrow."
Caroline couldn't resist the thought that popped into her mind. She seized upon it against all reasonable judgment and couldn't rid herself of it. It was just an invitation to trouble, to the malicious sort of gossip that she knew always flourished in little towns like Six Falls, and she realized it made no sense whatsoever to propose it. But she was so lonely. She just couldn't stand the thought of going home by herself now. And she did enjoy talking to Johnny so much. And after all, her motives weren't in question in her own mind. So why should she deny herself something she wanted just because of the kind of gossip that must inevitably circulate about anybody of note in such a town as this? After all, stories were probably already circulating even about her?
"Then ..." she began, faltered and began again. "Then if you don't have to be home at any certain time, Johnny, maybe you wouldn't mind walking me by my apartment? You could even come in for another Coke if you'd like."
Johnny looked up at her with surprise. "Yes. Yes, of course, Miss Blake. I'd really like to do that. I really would."
"Shall we go then? It's just a couple of blocks." - "Oh, I know where it is," Johnny said.
By the time they'd made the short walk to Caroline's apartment, she was already beginning to regret having invited Johnny to walk her home and come in for a drink. Neither of them, it seemed, had been able to think of anything to say during the short walk, and that had given her time for second thoughts. But the sensitive youngster had seemed so pleased when she'd first extended the invitation, and she felt he must need her companionship as badly as she needed his. And it was just too late to renege.
Johnny waited nervously as Caroline fumbled for her keys and then let them in. She led him into the small living room, promised she would be back in just a moment, and went out to get a Coca-Cola for Johnny and make a cup of tea for herself. When she returned he was seated on the couch, reading a women's magazine.
The older woman set Johnny's Goke down on the little stand at his end of the couch, then turned and gazed across the room at the easy chair, her only alternative to the couch as a place to sit. Then she shrugged and moved to the other end of the couch, took a seat and placed her teacup on the stand at that end. She carefully saccharined her tea and sipped it as slowly as Johnny drank his Coke.
Caroline still couldn't think of a single thing to say to the young teenage boy, and she knew he had the same problem.
Finally, unable to bear the silence, she decided to say the first thing that popped into her mind. "Do you have a girl friend, Johnny?"
The startled youngster looked around at her quickly, and Caroline realized immediately that that was one of the most undiplomatic openings she could conceivably have chosen.
"No, ma'am," Johnny said after a moment. "I never have had a girl friend. Well, when I was six there was this girl I used to play with who was nine. But not since then, I never have."
"Then .. . that's one thing you have ahead of you ... I mean in your immediate future, to really look forward to. When you find a girl here to start dating on the weekends and everything, it will be much different."
"Who knows when that will be?" Johnny muttered. "Probably never. I never have even kissed a girl since I was six."
"Oh Johnny!"
"I don't know if I'd even know how to kiss a girl," he continued dejectedly.
Then as he looked back at her, Caroline anticipated his next question. Her lips had already begun to relax into the grin that would soon become unrestrained laughter as he said hesitantly:
"Mrs. Blake, can I try kissing you?"
Caroline couldn't help herself. She knew that it wasn't really funny and she certainly shouldn't be laughing at Johnny's mention of such a delicate subject, at his having asked that desperate question. But she just couldn't contain her cruel amusement, even as she saw his face blush with shame.
But she couldn't resist asking herself what harm there would be in it. And she had to conclude that, all things considered, there really should be very little. Granted, were anyone to catch her kissing a boy this age they would naturally be prone to assume the worst. But there was no one here to see it. No one would know but she and Johnny. And even if Johnny did talk, she doubted that anyone would take him seriously. After the way she had laughed at the boy, Caroline felt she had to do something to make it up to him.
Finally, with extreme effort, she was able to control her giggling and say, "All right, Johnny. You can kiss me."
The teenager looked up at her in surprise. He quickly gulped several mouthfuls of his Coke, then watched her in nervous immobility for a moment.
Caroline let a sultry smile creep over her lips. "Come on, Johnny."
Trembling, the young boy slid toward her, shifting around to face her on the couch. Still unable to resist the temptation to mimicry, Caroline pursed her lips and closed her eyes tightly and waited.
Even at that Johnny hesitated for a moment longer before he finally leaned forward, pressing his lips over the voluptuous dental assistant's mouth, his chest brushing softly against the full inviting swells of her upthrust breasts.
Caroline felt an unexpected shiver course up her spine at the contact of the young boy's iips on hers, the gentle pressure of his chest against the sensitive mounds of her breasts, his hand moving slowly over her backhand shoulders. She opened her mouth, flicking her tongue against Johnny's lips, hearing him groan with excitement. She knew she was going too far, but it still seemed so harmless. An undeniable thrill welled in her breasts in response to the young boy's thrill of discovery.
After a moment Johnny let his hands drop from her body and drew back from her. Caroline opened her eyes, looking warmly at the still nervous youngster.
"Is that... right?" he asked.
"Yes, Johnny. That was pretty good."
"Let me try again. And tell me what to do. Tell me what I'm supposed to do when I kiss a girl ... or a woman."
"Oh Johnny," Caroline scolded softly. "All right, you can try one more time."
"But what should I do differently?" Johnny insisted.
Caroline shrugged. "Well... usually on the second kiss you should stick your tongue in my mouth. But..."
She didn't have time to finish. Johnny leaned quickly back to her, once again pressing his lips firmly over hers, his tongue worming slowly into the tender warmth and moisture of her mouth. A muffled gasp rose in Caroline's throat as the boy shifted his body even closer to hers, pressing his chest firmly now against her sensitively straining breasts, his hand moving more eagerly up and down her back. Then her body stiffened as he moved his hand beneath her arm and pressed it softly into the vibrantly voluptuous flesh at the side of one of her inviting breasts.
Now Caroline knew she was letting Johnny get completely out of line. The teenager's excitement was clearly manifested in the trembling of his youthful body, and his hand kneading the sensitive swell of her breast should have made it clear to her that for Johnny Howard this was more than a mere kissing game. But his lips on hers, his tongue slipping cautiously between her teeth, excited Caroline so much. Her self-denial of the last four or five weeks had taken its toll on her. She needed the warmth and tenderness Johnny offered, and her body was responding even against her will. Then Caroline almost moaned aloud as her young patient slipped his hand suddenly between their bodies to cup the fullness of one breast right in his palm, the pressure causing her nipple to swell to instant tingling rigidity. The flimsy brassiere she wore offered her almost no protection, and she couldn't quell the rising passion coursing through her loins from the bold arousing contact.
At last, with a low strained gasp, Caroline pulled her lips away from Johnny's and began to push him from her. "No, Johnny. Don't do that. Please."
Johnny persisted, still holding tightly to her, breathing his warm breath on the sensitive skin of her neck and continuing the eager massage of her sensitively swelling breasts.
"I like it, Mrs. Blake. I like it so much."
"I like it too, Johnny. But we mustn't. We just mustn't."
Johnny knew Mrs. Blake was responding to what he was doing to her. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why such a good-looking, sexy woman as the blonde dental assistant should be interested in a kid like himself. But, inexperienced as he was, he had been able to sense that she wanted something from him the other day when she rubbed her breasts all over him as she was cleaning his teeth at the dental office. She'd almost driven him out of his mind that afternoon and at the end when she'd seen that he'd got a hard-on from it, he'd been so embarrassed he'd thought he could die. Tqnight after the movie when he'd gone into the cafe and seen her, he'd been ready to flee immediately. But it had been obvious from the way she looked at him that she wanted to see him, wanted him to join her at the table.
Then, when she invited him to walk her home and come in for a Coca-Cola, he'd known that no matter how much it scared him, he had to make a play. An invitation from such a sexy woman as Mrs. Blake was more than even Johnny could refuse, and now he had to follow through with what he'd begun, no matter how frightened he was of the prospect.
"Please, Johnny," Caroline gasped. "I think you'd better go."
"Just one more time, Mrs. Blake. Just one more kiss."
Not waiting for an answer, Johnny pressed his lips quickly back over the older woman's mouth. At the same time he returned his hand to the straining roundness of her passionately heaving breast, his thumb tweaking madly at the hard little bud of her nipple that made a distinct protrusion in the flimsy material of her brassiere and blouse. He felt her shiver, heard her breathing hasten, and he knew he was on the right track. She was still trying to push him away from her, but her attempts at resistance were growing more feeble by the second. This could be the turning point, not only in his relationship with Mrs. Blake, but in his whole life. And Johnny knew he had to do something really fantastic. There was only one thing he could think of, something he'd heard Benny Parker telling another boy once when he was explaining about how to screw a girl.
In a sudden quick motion Johnny seized one of Mrs. Blake's wrists, shifting his lower body slightly away from her to give access, then pushed her hand swiftly right down between his legs onto the hard surging shaft of his.cock that bulged up in full erection inside his trousers.
Caroline was so stunned she couldn't even move. She'd never expected anything like this from Johnny. This bold act of aggression seemed so out of character for the shy young boy, but she knew she should have expected nothing different. In fact, after the way she had acted when he was at the dentist's office the other day - playing up to him, teasing him with her body, working him up until he attained an erection right there in the dentist's chair - he should have every reason to believe that this was exactly what she wanted. Now somehow she had to extricate herself from this delicate situation she'd got herself into.
But she couldn't see how to do it. Her hand rested now on the hard throbbing shaft of Johnny's erect young cock, the same erect cock that had so obsessed her mental processes since the day the boy had come in for his dental appointment, and she couldn't bring herself to move her hand. It felt too good. The hard springing firmness of its turgid rigidity excited her beyond all control, and she was trembling all over with an unaccustomed salacious thrill rising obscenely in her quaking breasts and loins.
"Please, Mrs. Blake," Johnny gasped. "Please ... Rub it. Rub my penis."
Caroline didn't know what to do. She had never been in such a predicament in her life. And, worst of all, she wanted to do exactly what Johnny asked almost as badly as he wanted it himself. Yet still it was almost an unconscious, instinctive action when she slowly began to stroke up and down along the lust-inflamed hardness of Johnny's impatient cock on the outside of his trousers, feeling the pulsing rubbery swelling twitch and grow beneath her apprehensive touch. Then, to Caroline's even greater shock, she felt Johnny's hand leave her wrist and in a sudden motion undo the zipper of the fly of his trousers. As she jerked her hand away, her fingers brushed just lightly over the naked throbbing head of the young boy's erectly exposed cock, and that brief contact almost destroyed the last remnants of her resistance. The struggling blonde gazed at Johnny desperately for a moment, then her eyes dropped slowly to feast on the nakedly straining stiff shaft of his cock, thrust up in complete obscene exposure from the fly of his trousers.
"Please, Mrs. Blake. Please. Iwant to do it to you. "Johnny," Caroline began in a cracked voice, "I'm ashamed of you. I'm ashamed and disappointed. You tricked me into this."
"No. I didn't trick you. I thought you wanted to do it. Ever since the other day at the dentist's office when ..."
Johnny's voice trailed off.- It must be true, Caroline thought. Though she hadn't even realized it herself, she must have wanted Johnny even the other day when he came into the office
- otherwise, why would she have done what she had done? Or why should she have invited him here to her apartment in the middle of the sight? She hadn't even realized her own motivation this time, but it must have been an unconscious action directed precisely toward this end. But she couldn't do it! She couldn't make love to little Johnny no matter how much she wanted to. She just couldn t...
"Please, Mrs. Blake. Just touch it again. Just, touch it. It feels so good."
With a shaking hand, Caroline reached slowly back toward the nakedly pulsing penis shaft standing straight up from the open fly of Johnny's trousers. The first contact of her hand on the resilient cock-flesh sent an electric shiver through her whole weakly trembling body,, and from the jerking of Johnny's buttocks on the couch she knew he was feeling the same compelling current. Try as she might, she couldn't resist the urge to wrap her fingers round the virgin rod of flesh to caress it softly and begin to work the tautly stretched skin slowly up and down along the hard straining length.
"Oh!" Johnny gasped at the sudden gentle contact. "Oh boy, Mrs. Blake. That really feels good."
Caroline felt the young boy's entire body tremble beneath her touch as she continued the gentle movements of her fingers, drawing them slowly up and down from the naked cock-head along the smoothly throbbing shaft. She kept it up for several moments, her eyes riveted on the compelling sight of the youth's lust-distended penis in her hand, unable to resist the surge of longing coursing through her wantonly incited body.
"Let me do it to you, Mrs. Blake. I've never asked anybody that in my life, but I want to do it to you so bad I can hardly stand it."
"No, Johnny," Caroline purred absently, continuing the slow up and down teasing motions of her hand along the straining penile diaft. Then she almost gasped aloud at the perverted idea that flashed, into her mind. It was too obscene for words, and Caroline didn't even know where she could have thought of such a thing. During her training as a dental technician, she had, of course, heard of oral sex. But she iiad never even dreamed of ever doing anything so degrading herself. She'd always found the idea of giving a man sexual satisfaction by the use of her mouth vile and debasing, contrary to her very nature. Yet now she could only conclude that secretly she must have nursed a curiosity about the concept for a very long time. And somehow the fact that Johnny was not a man, but an innocent young boy, made the prospect less frightening. For she knew she did have to do something now - the fact that she had let Johnny go so far must be her own responsibility now, as the adult member of the couple. And shocking as the idea was, it was the only reasonable alternative to having actual sexual intercourse with the boy that she could think of. And Caroline knew that, badly as she might want to, she couldn't let his smooth hard penis penetrate her vagina.
But even so, when she did speak, the words sounded alien to her, as if they were someone else's. "No, Johnny, I can't have sexual intercourse with you. I just can't. But I want to do something else for you, if you promise you'll never tell."
"Oh no, Mrs. Blake. I won't tell anybody anything."
Caroline could still hardly believe what she, was about to do as she said, "All right, Johnny. Lie down on your back on the couch."
Her right hand still resting lightly on the stiffly pulsing hardness of Johnny's cock, Caroline used her left hand to urge the confused and excited youngster to a reclining position on the couch.
"But what are you going to do?"
Her own breath coming in hoarse strained gasps and her heart pounding furiously in her breast, the aroused woman slipped off the couch and dropped down to her knees beside it. She looked up at Johnny through glossed-over eyes, her tongue flicking softly from her mouth to moisten her voluptuously parted lips. "I'm going to suck you off."
Caroline hesitated for a moment longer, kneeling in subjugation on the floor beside the couch, her face hovering over the boy's loins. Johnny watched the beautiful blonde in shock and anticipation as she flicked her tongue again from her mouth, then leaned slowly forward.
Caroline could hardly even imagine that this was really happening. It was as if an alien force had taken control of her, directing her against all its will, and she couldn't resist its power. She knew her life would never be the same if she went through with the obscene act she proposed, but there was no way to back out now. It was too late. She'd already promised Johnny, and even had she wanted to change her mind, she would not have been able to.
Relishing her anticipation of the lewd act, her own desire surging completely out of control in her lust-tortured bodyi Caroline slowly lowered her face, bending the thickly swollen shaft of Johnny's hard tingling cock backward until it was pointing straight up at her face. Inches away from it, she paused again and opened her mouth to breathe softly over the little glans that glistened with a tiny drop of lewdly seeping seminal fluid. At the same time her fingers resumed the gentle up and down skimming motion along the burgeoning length to prompt further excited jerking of Johnny's hips. Then at last Caroline flicked her tongue gingerly from her lips, the saliva-wetted tip coming into shocking contact with the lasciviously throbbing head of little Johnny Howard's cock. As she felt the boy quiver in eager excitement, she circled her tongue seeking out the tiny opening of the glans and darting wetly inside to lick up the small droplet of seminal fluid issuing from it. The tangy taste only served to further stimulate her craving and, as Caroline's hand slipped softly to the base of the pulsing cock-shaft, her lips parted to take just the hotly throbbing tip of the blood-filled head into the warm moisture of her mouth.
Johnny's buttocks jerked and quivered beneath her as Caroline planted moist kisses around the pulsing tip of his virginal penis, continuing to play and tease him, yet still refusing to actually take the full engorged hardness into her mouth. Then, with a sudden deep groan the young boy reached down into her long blonde hair holding her face against his loins as he thrust his hips eagerly upward to ram the whole pounding length of his hotly twitching organ all the way to the back of her throat.
My God, Caroline thought, what am I doing? She gulped, giving out with a muffled cry of mixed delight and. protest at the sudden shocking invasion. It almost choked her, but she took a wanton masochistic pleasure in Johnny's sudden display of aggression, surrendering her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating penis-head crush into the voluptuously sucking tenderness of her mouth. Then she closed her eyes, purring softly around the violating rod of flesh as she began to suck in real seriousness.
Johnny groaned, his hips quivering on the couch as he felt Mrs. Blake close her lips tightly around his rigidly pulsing cock, now taking almost the whole engorged thickness in her mouth. He'd never experienced anything so thrilling in his life. The saliva in her mouth was warm and slick, almost as he would imagine a woman's pussy must feel, but much better than what he'd dreamed of. And every caress of her talented lips, every teasing flick of her tongue, seemed as if it would drive him right out of his mind. Until this evening, he had never even kissed a girl in his life. And now the woman the whole town of Six Falls was talking about was letting him fuck her in the mouth.
The incredulous fourteen year old began to jerk his hips up and down on the couch in an eager hunching motion as Caroline surrendered her lips and mouth willingly to the goal of satiating the young boy's obscene lust. She bobbed her head recklessly up and down, tightening her lips around the resiliency straining flesh of passion-inflamed hardness shoving again and again up into the yielding clinging warmth of her mouth. The massively throbbing head plunged repeatedly down the full length of her tongue to embed itself far up in the back of her throat as Johnny squirmed his loins violently against her face and with a wanton whimper she closed her eyes, swishing her tongue wildly around the sensitively pulsing head and creating a tight suction with her mouth and lips that was almost more than her young visitor could stand.
Gradually Caroline was beginning to shed her inhibitions, thrusting herself body and soul into the lewd task of sucking Johnny's cock. She concentrated all her efforts on it, making gurgling sounds deep in her throat, yielding her frantically working mouth up totally for his initiatory pleasure. Her lips were tightly stretched by the violating impalement and she could feel the bulbous head almost gagging her as it rammed relentlessly into her virginal throat. She sucked ravenously, her face completely buried in the young boy's loins to obscure her own vision. But her mind conjured up the obscene picture of what her slavish kneeling submission must look like from his viewpoint, and she couldn't help being aware that very soon her masochistic act of wanton self-subjugation was going to make Johnny lose all control. It was inevitable that he would ejaculate sooner or later if she kept up with her inciting sucking of his tingling, surging cock, and though the thought seemed too lewd for words, she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if she let him go ahead and do it in her mouth. And with that lurid concept in mind Caroline further intensified her efforts, her self-abasing enthusiasm tapping a masochistic source in herself she hadn't even known existed, so that now every inch of her own tense voluptuous flesh was also demanding contact, sensation - a physical compensation for the erotic stimulation she derived from her depraved subjugation.
At last, with a sudden muffled whimper, Caroline reached down to the hem of her skirt and slowly drew it up the firm white flesh of her thighs, pulling it into a bundle about her waist above her bikini panties. Never ceasing the frenzied bobbing of her head, she slipped her own hand down inside the tight elastic waistband of her panties, brushing her fingers shamelessly through the lewdly curling strands of her cuntal hair and moving gradually down between her thighs to bring her middle finger into sudden titillating contact with the already obscenely moistened little bud of her clitoris.
Johnny groaned, lunging his buttocks furiously upward to drive his urgently pulsing cock mercilessly up into Mrs. Blake's mouth. He knew she was really hot now and, despite what she'd said earlier, he thought she was probably ready to fuck. But having her suck his cock was even better and he had neither the nerve nor the will to stop her. He was going to cum very soon now, and if she didn't make the move herself, he was going to shoot off right in her mouth.
Caroline's firm upthrust buttocks jerked wildly as she continued her lewd sucking of the young boy's cock and at the same time began to stroke with her finger slowly up and down along the expectantly moistened slit of her tight little pussy. Slowly she parted the wet sensitive lips, worming her finger gradually up into the tender inner heat of her excitedly clenching vagina. She had never felt like this in her life. It was too obscene to imagine. She was sucking Johnny off and at the same time she was beginning to masturbate - and she couldn't help herself. Her masochistic response to the young boy's depraved use of her mouth was more than she could resist, and already she found herself secretly longing for the release of the tangy-tasting droplets of steadily building cum that she knew must even now be welling up in his testicles in fiery anticipation of their mad dash to ejaculation.
Then suddenly Johnny's body stiffened on the couch and an even louder groan came to his lips.
"Oh!" he gasped. "Oh no! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"
Caroline whimpered in obscene joy around the twitching boy-penis that filled her heatedly working mouth. She felt the youngster's buttocks sink into retreat down into the couch, but she followed relentlessly, her lips ovaled, stretched tight about the hotly twitching cock-shaft even as she continued and intensified her own frenzied finger-fucking into the lewdly stimulated dampness of her clinging hot vagina. She bobbed her head up and down even more rapidly above the boy's jerking loins, then with another loud gasp, Johnny lunged his hips back upward, his hands holding tightly to Caroline's blonde hair as his burgeoning penis drove again all the way back up into her clutching mouth and she felt the first droplet of warm, fresh-tasting sperm come spewing between her virginally violated lips.
The lust-crazed dental assistant gulped, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed to keep from choking. Futilely she continued her own obscene masturbation as Johnny writhed and shuddered on the couch, his heatedly jerking cock now driving swiftly in and out of her sucking, yielding lips as the hot thick droplets of cum continued to splatter into the back of Caroline's mouth and ooze lewdly down her throat.
It went on and on for a seeming eternity, and by the time Johnny finally let his hips sink in exhaustion back down against the couch cushion, Caroline could hardly even catch her breath. She let her body go limp, her face resting on Johnny's thighs as his spent penis began to deflate in her mouth. Gradually she slackened the frenzied motions of her hand up between her own full thighs until her finger lay still deeply embedded in her own pussy, the gnawing unfulfillment almost bringing tears to her eyes. Then at last Caroline let Johnny's sated organ slip from her mouth and raised her head, her tongue flicking out to lick a sticky drop of cum lewdly from her lips as she looked pleadingly up at the young boy. She'd never felt so ashamed in her life, but she knew that she had to have Johnny's help. After what she'd done for him, she had to have some kind of satisfaction too.
"Help me, Johnny," she said in a quivering voice.
"Sure, Mrs. Blake."
"Touch me. Feel my pussy and make me cum too."
Caroline straightened up to an erect kneeling position. Looking down through narrowed eyes at the obscene sight of her. own half-exposed loins, she slowly pushed her panties down off her full firm buttocks and reclined on the floor, her milk-white thighs parted wide in obscene invitation.
Johnny swallowed hard. He was satisfied, but he'd still never seen such an exciting sight in his life and he knew it would take him only moments to get another erection.
"Just wait a minute, Mrs. Blake. Just a minute and I can get another hard on."
"No Johnny," Caroline whispered. "I'm not going to have sexual intercourse with you. Just use your finger. Make me cum with your finger."
Johnny needed no further encouragement. He slipped quickly off the couch, dropping to his knees before the prone body of the voluptuous blonde, his hand going quickly down to touch the soft-haired dampness of her already obscenely moistened pussy, his finger worming slowly up inside the tightly resisting flesh as her taut buttocks began to twitch and quiver from the shocking lewd invasion.
A moment later it happened. Caroline groaned, her whole body contorting in an obscene spasm as she felt the deep and distant flutters building to a crescendo far up inside the most forbidden depths of her heatedly aroused loins. She stared down with undisguised passion at the lewdly degrading sight of the young boy kneeling between her wide-parted thighs, his fingers stroking eagerly in and out between the urgently trembling lips of her needing cunt, his thumb working madly over the lust-seared bud of her sensitive little clitoris.
Her head was spinning, her mind reeling from the sheer raw sensation he was inflicting on hei wantonly surrendered body, and his obscene use of her mouth had pushed her to a plane of surreal consciousness in which all sensual stimulus assumed a heightened, intensified proportion. She couldn't have held back if she wanted to. She didn't care - she didn't care what the consequences were. She was cumming too and for the moment all else became of secondary importance.
Then, as the shocking waves reached a peak and gradually began to subside, Caroline slowly slackened and finally ceased entirely the spasmodic hunching of her pruriently exposed buttocks. A low sigh escaped her and she lay her head back on the carpet, her eyes closing as she felt Johnny discontinue the obscene finger-fucking motions up into her open-splayed loins.
"Did you cum?" he asked quietly after a moment. "Did you cum too, Mrs. Blake?"
Caroline opened her eyes, gazing up in shame at the beaming youngster.
"Yes, Johnny," she said in an exhausted voice. "I came."
Chapter Five
Benny Parker dropped his friend Tommy Huston off at his house on the edge of town, turned his Mercury around and cruised slowly back up the main drag. The streets were empty. The bars had already closed and the town had gone home to bed. Now Benny regretted he hadn't tried to get someone to pick him up a six-pack of beer before the alcohol curfew. He had skipped school and slept until nearly noon today, "and he was still nowhere near ready to go to sleep.
Benny pulled to a halt at the red light at the center of town. When it changed he made a left turn and drove up past the new dentist office toward the apartment where the sexy blonde Dr. Whitman had hired as his new assistant lived. It was a long shot, but here was a nice clear view of the bedroom window of that apartment from the street, and Benny figured that, if he drove by often enough, sooner or later he would get a look at this gal who had the whole town in a stir. Frigid as she was on the street, Benny doubted very seriously that she slept in her clothing.
The tough fifteen year old pulled a cigarette from the pack that lay beside him on the car seat, then a block before the blonde woman's apartment he geared down to first and slowed his speed to less than ten miles an hour. But even from here he could see the bedroom window was dark.
Then Benny waS struck incredulous by the sight that confronted him next.
The front door to the apartment opened and the figure of a small boy emerged. Even at this distance, in the darkness. Benny was able to recognize him.
It was Johnny Howard. Benny prided himself on his ability to think quickly and this time was no exception. The instant he recognized Johnny he cut the ignition so the young freshman wouldn't heard the loud engine of his Mercury, flicked off the lights and coasted to a stop against the curb. Johnny Howard, who had apparently not seen Benny, walked in the opposite direction to the next corner, then turned right toward his own house. Benny waited until the youngster had gone out of sight before he started his engine and continued up the street past Mrs. Blake's apartment and took a right turn. He couldn't even imagine what a punk like Johnny would be doing in that woman's apartment at this time of night, but there was something fishy about it, and Benny was determined to find out what was going on.
He picked Johnny up in his headlights immediately, then pulled to a stop beside the boy and hung his head out the window.
"Hello, Johnny," he said in a friendly voice.
Johnny looked at the older boy nervously, continued a couple more steps, and then stopped. "Hello, Benny."
"Need a ride?"
"Well, it's just a little ways, but... I guess so."
Johnny shrugged and circled the car to get into the front seat. His nervous manner immediately supported what Benny had already assumed. He had been up to something that he didn't want anyone to know about.
Benny shifted back into first gear and pulled slowly away from the curb.
"Smoke?"
"Well, sure. Why not?" Johnny answered.
He took a cigarette from the pack Benny extended, lit it with the car lighter and puffed without inhaling.
"So what are you doing out so late, Johnny? I thought your parents hounded you when you stayed out after midnight?*'
"No," Johnny said. He hesitated, then added, "My mother doesn't much like me to be out late, but she and my dad are both down in Redding for the weekend."
Benny watched the other boy, smiling. "Hell, wish you'd said something. We could have had a party or something."
"Yeah," Johnny stammered. "I guess we could have."
"So where've you been tonight?" Benny asked.
Johnny took another nervous puff of the cigarette. "Oh just out walking, son of."
Benny pulled to a stop before Johnny's house, looking at the other boy out of the corner of his eye. "Didn't I see you come out of the new gal's place, the one who's working for the dentist?"
Johnny took a deeper puff on his cigarette and was suddenly racked by a spasm of coughing. When he finally got control of himself, be looked at Benny nervously. "Did you?"
Benny grinned. "Yep."
"I just walked her home from the cafe,"
Johnny said in a stumbling voice.
"Yeah, but the cafe closed a couple of hours ago."
Johnny couldn't even meet Benny's gaze now, "I ... I didn't realize it was that late. Hey look, I've got to get inside now."
The nervous fourteen year old got quickly out of the car, threw his cigarette down, then walked around and started up the sidewalk toward the front door of his house. He paused belatedly and glanced back. "Thanks a lot for the ride and the cig."
"Sure, man," Benny said, then shifted into gear and pulled away, squealing his tires and slinging gravel.
There was no longer any doubt in Benny's mind. Something had happened between Johnny and that new sexy blonde that had come to town. He didn't know what it was, but it was sure obvious that Johnny had something to cover up. And now Benny recalled that just last week Johnny had been excused from one of his classes for a dental appointment. It didn't seem like a bad idea.
Benny had some long overdue dental work he needed done himself. This was as good a time as any to get it over with.
Caroline had made no mental connection early Friday morning when a Mrs. Parker phoned the office and said she would like to make an appointment that afternoon for her son Benny. Dr. Whitman had identified him by name from Caroline's description of his automobile when she recounted the episode that had occurred with the four rowdy boys shortly after her arrival in Six Falls.
But the young blonde was far too preoccupied with other matters. Her mind was completely taken up with last night's lurid episode with young Johnny Howard. Now that all seemed like a dream - an erotic perverted dream. But it had really happened, every obscene surreal detail, from her lewd sucking of the young boy's cock until he had ejaculated in her mouth to her own wantonly titillating climax when she'd lain spread-eagled on the carpeted floor, naked from the waist down while Johnny finger-fucked her in the pussy.
And in spite of the shattering orgasm she'd achieved from that degrading assault, the aroused woman's forbidden lust was by no means sated. She knew her appetite for perversion had only been whetted, and it was going to take every bit of self control she could muster to prevent further similar and probably even more outrageous incidents. Nor did she feel at ease about what had happened between herself and Dr. Whitman, an incident which probably had inadvertently at least led to the episode with Johnny. She felt tense and nervous in the presence of the doctor all morning, and it was all she could do to perform the simple tasks required of her.
It was only at two o'clock when young Benny Parker arrived for his appointment that Caroline recognized him and made the association with his name.
"I'm Benny Parker. And I have an appointment at two o'clock," the boy announced confidently as the lovely blonde stared at him in subdued anger and shock.
He looked scrubbed, as if he'd just stepped from a bath. His hair was neatly combed, where as it had been in complete disarray the previous times Caroline had seen him. And he was smiling almost warmly.
"I know who you are," said Caroline stiffly. "Just a minute. If you'E have a seat there I'll tell the doctor you're here."
Caroline waited until Benny had taken his seat, then stood up from behind her desk and started toward the door that led to the clinic.
"Miss..."
Caroline stopped short, turning to look sternly back at the young boy. "Mrs. Blake." she said icily.
"Mrs. Blake, I think I owe you an apology for what happened the other day."
"What?"
"An apology," Benny said with a smile. "I can't speak for my friends, of course, but for my part I would like to say I'm sorry for what happened that day when you were walking up the street from the bus station and we followed along beside you in thecar."
Caroline looked intently at the teenager for an extended moment. He met her gaze without wavering, his eyes sincere and composed. It seemed too incredible to believe that he could be serious in his apology after the way he had spoken to her that first morning she'd arrived in town. But it was not impossible. This, Caroline thought, might really be the signal ot her acceptance here in Six Falls. Even Dr. Whitman said she should expect the kind of vulgar attention she'd received from those four boys until she became known in town - until people saw that she was not a slut and was deserving of the respect she so badly needed. Perhaps now that time had been reached.
But the ironic thing was that Caroline knew, and had proved oh so thoroughly to herself last night, that she was every bit the slut that men liked to consider her.
"I don't know why you talked to me that way," Caroline said haltingly.
"I don't either," Benny said, casting his eyes down. "But you know how guys are. If one guy says something to a chick the next guy has to too, or they start thinking there's something wrong with him. So when my buddies sta/ted whistling and hollering at you and everything, I figured I had to keep up. I just want to tell you now I'm sorry."
"Thank you very much, Benny," Caroline said after a moment's silence. "I can call you Benny, can't I?"
"Yes. Please do, Mrs. Blake."
"I sincerely appreciate what you've told me." Caroline hesitated for a moment, then turned to go out the door. "I'll see if Dr. Whitman's ready to take you."
Several minutes later Caroline returned and summoned Benny back into the clinic. The muscular youngster swaggered into the room and took his place leisurely in the dentist's chair as Caroline set about making preparations.
"Well, how are you Benny?" said Dr. Whitman as he entered the room. "Oh, pretty good, Doctor!" "What seems to Be the trouble?" "Well, my teeth need cleaning, I know. And my mom wanted you to check to see if there are any cavities. But I don't think so."
With Caroline's assistance, Dr. Whitman made a complete examination of Benny's teeth, though Caroline hardly had her mind on what they were doing. She had been genuinely amazed by the teenager's apology for his mistreatment of her the day she'd arrived in Six Falls. She'd been naturally somewhat sceptical at first, but she was now convinced he had been sincere. Today Benny seemed a perfect gentleman, and it just went to show how wrong a premature judgment of someone's character could be. And Caroline had to admit, now, that she found Benny's rugged good looks appealing. Something had happened to her last night, and she knew she was in a period of transition that would leave her a different person from what she had been before.
"Your teeth are in excellent shape, Benny," Dr. Whitman said when he had finished. "They do need cleaning, and you should be more careful about brushing them." "Yes sir."
"But you don't have a single cavity," the doctor paused, looking sternly down at the young boy. "Mrs. Blake will take care of the cleaning. But... she mentioned something that happened that..."
"Oh, that's all right, Doctor," Caroline said quickly. "Benny has already apologized for that."
"Fine," said Dr. Whitman. "We don't have to concern ourselves with that problem then. I'll leave you to the task, Caroline, but I would like to have another look when you've finished."
The doctor exited and Caroline instructed Benny to recline back against the headrest and open his mouth. Then she bent over him and began to carefully scrape the tartar from his teeth. At this moment she couldn't help but recall the other day when she had cleaned Johnny Howard's teeth, nor escape the awareness of the obscene conclusion to which that episode had led. In her present close proximity to Benny Parker, similar body contact was unavoidable. Caroline's breasts were just a little too big for a dental technician's, and there was no way she could prevent her thighs coming in contact with his elbows in their resting place on the arms of the chair. But Benny was a perfect gentleman about the matter. He didn't even seem to notice, remaining completely passive, his eyes closed and his mouth wide open as Caroline scraped his teeth and gums. And though the blonde knew she was hurting Benny, he bore his pain without complaint, his only protest an occasional flinch as she struck a sensitive place with the pronged metal instrument.
But the condition of Benny's teeth made the cleaning a slow process, and the inevitable contact was beginning to take its toll on Caroline. She didn't know what was the matter with her. It was requiring all her control to maintain a steady rate of breathing, and through her mind kept flashing a lurid vision of last night's shameful episode with Johnny Howard. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to do the same thing with Benny. Her hands trembled at the mere thought, and she knew she was in no emotional state to be working on someone's teeth right now. She shouldn't have even come to the office today after what had happened last night. She should have phone in sick. But now it was too late. She couldn't tell Dr. Whitman about the problem, and since he was going to inspect Benny's teeth again after she'd finished, she'd have to complete the job no matter how trying the process.
Then as Caroline made a particularly clumsy slip, Benny grunted, his whole body stiffening and his hands flying up in reflex to come suddenly to rest on the flare of Caroline's pelvic bone, "Oh! I'm sorry, Benny," Caroline said, her whole body shivering spontaneously.
"It's all right, Mrs. Blake," Benny managed to gasp.
For a moment Caroline stared down in silence at the young boy sitting in the dental chair, her eyes shifting slowly from his face down to her own body, where his hand still clung tightly to her side. Then she was mortified as Benny's hand moved slowly up her side beneath her arm to caress the full inviting firmness of her breasts.
The incredulous blonde couldn't even believe the bold action the young boy was taking. Everything was a jumble in her mind, and the recollection of last night's lurid episode still clouded her perception of everything else. She couldn't even move and, with a sinking in her breast, Caroline realized that Benny's apology when he'd arrived here at the office must have been a gambit. In fact, his mere coming here must have been a gambit. The dental appointment must have been Benny's own idea rather than his mother's, and the very boldness of the action made it obvious that the clever youth must know something. He must know something about what had happened between her and Johnny last night, though for the life of her Caroline couldn't imagine how he'd found out. But otherwise he would never have tried something like this. Yet the worst part of all was still her own inability to react. She was petrified, and she couldn't even find the voice to protest as the young boy's hand cupped fully over the ripely straining roundness of one of her breasts, eagerly massaging the vibrant flesh to cause a forbidden little chill of delight to spread out from the tingling bud of the nipple over every inch of her titillated body.
"No, Benny. Please don't," Caroline finally managed in a quivering voice.
Then her eyes widened as the boy's hand moved slowly down her breast, coursing forcibly over the smoothness of her belly on the outside of her thin white uniform. Another spontaneous shiver darted through her agitated loins as he slowly began to work the hem of her uniform up off her shapely legs, stroking the sensitive surface of one of her inner thighs, his hands creeping gradually higher up the straining tendons toward the forbidden warmth of her panty-clad pussy.
For an indefinable moment longer, Caroline remained frozen to immobility in impotent shock and dismay. The look of sincerity on Benny's face had been replaced by a suggestive smirk which made his lewd intentions all too obvious and, sensing his advantage, he pressed boldly on. His finger danced slowly higher until Caroline's firm buttocks jerked in a sudden relfexive motion from the sheer raw sensation of the contact of his hand on the outside of her panties, gently pressing the silk material right up into the thinly haired lips of her moistening cunt
At last, in a sudden movement, Caroline jumped back away from the dental chair, her hand moving down to push Benny's from between her thighs, the scream rising spontaneously to her lips. A moment later the door opened and Dr. Whitman burst in.
"What's going on here?"
"He... he tried to molest me," Caroline gasped, hardly even aware of the irony in her choice of words.
"I should, have known!" Dr. Whitman said angrily, then whirled to glare viciously down at Benny. "All right, you little punk, get your ass out of here right now!"
The agitated young woman watched stunned as the doctor grabbed Benny with both hands by the collar and the seat of. his pants. The muscular teenager kicked and struggled to no avail as the older man dragged him toward the door, but just as they were going through it she saw the knowing look Benny cast her way. Then her mouth dropped open in surprise as she heard the doctor say:
"Mrs. Blake is my assistant. And, furthermore, I am in love with her. So if you ever say one thing to her again, I will personally thrash you until you can't stand up. I don't care how young you are." Then they were gone, and Caroline stood alone in the little room.
"Oh, my God," she gasped. She had come to Six Falls to find peace and escape after the traumatic experience of a divorce. Now she'd been here less than a week and already she'd had an illicit sexual experience with a fourteen year old boy. She had allowed another youngster, only fifteen, to feel her up in the dentist's office as she cleaned his teeth. And, to further complicate matters, her employer had confessed that he was in love with her.
Then, as the door opened and the doctor, his face still flushed, with anger, came back in, Caroline said something she could hardly even believe herself:
"Dr. Whitman, I'm sorry about the other night. I'd love to make it up to you tonight."
Chapter Six
Caroline gazed silently across the dinner table at her employer. They had decided that rather than go out she would prepare dinner here at his house. He'd bought a couple of bottles of a very nice red wine, and now the young blonde was pleasantly high. But she still didn't know if she would be able to go through with what she'd planned.
His lovely assistant had come here tonight with every intention of going to bed with Dr. Whitman. She wasn't even sure why she decided to do it, though the reasons that did come to mind seemed logical enough. She was a mature woman, commencing what was supposed to be the prime of her life, and she hadn't had sexual intercourse with a man for five weeks. And last night's lewdly arousing incident with Johnny Howard, not to mention today's episode with Benny Parker, had convinced Caroline that she could not live without sex now - as she had before her marriage.
Those two encounters had only sharpened the lovely divorcee's long frustrated desire, and she knew she was in a susceptible physical as well as emotional state. And if she continued to carry on like that with the young boys of this town, Caroline knew she could also be in physical danger. There were laws against contributing to the delinquency of a minor, and in small towns like this people sometimes had a tendency to take the law into their own hands. A further complication was the fact that this afternoon during the confusion that had followed the incident with Benny, Dr. Whitman had professed his love for Caroline. That was more than she had been prepared for, and she thought that perhaps if she did go to bed with him, he might become disillusioned enough that his emotional attachment would seek a more rational plane.
"The meal was really nice, Caroline," the dentist said, smiling warmly. "Now why don't you let me fix the coffee and we'll retire to the living room." "All right."
Sensitively conscious of the doctor's eyes on her full shapely body, Caroline rose and walked out of the dining room into the comfortable living room, took a seat on the couch, and waited apprehensively. She sighed, glancing down at the voluptuous swells of her high firm breasts, the upper portion revealed by the low-necked blouse she'd worn for her date with her handsome employer. Then she glanced nervously up as he came in, bearing a tray with a coffee pot, two cups, and a bottle of cognac.
"I thought this might flavor the coffee," the doctor said.
"Oh good," Caroline answered. "I think I'd like a little cognac myself."
Dr. Whitman placed the tray on the coffee table before the couch, poured the two cups of coffee and splashed a generous portion of cognac into each. Then he took his place beside Caroline on the couch and they both sipped their coffees in silence. But the trembling blonde could feel the doctor's eyes on her body and hear his slightly nervous breathing, and she new well enough what was going to happen next.
"I guess I might have come on a little strong this afternoon," Dr. Whitman said. "I mean, what I said before I threw the punk kid out of the office." He paused as Caroline turned to look silently back at him, then after a moment continued: "I meant it, in a way at least. I do feel very strongly about you, Caroline, even though we haven't known each other that long."
Caroline didn't answer. She took another sip of the spiked coffee, almost immediately feeling the effects of the cognac rush to her head.
"I'm not quite certain what you meant this afternoon when you said you wanted to make it up to me for the other night," Dr. Whitman added after a moment.
Caroline placed her cup down on the table, turning slowly to face the doctor, hesitating but an instant before she spoke. "I think I probably meant exactly what you thought."
Dr. Whitman raised his eyebrows. Caroline could see the excitement in his eyes as he took another sip of his own coffee, then placed his cup beside hers on the table. Then she caught her breath as he leaned slowly toward her.
Caroline stopped him as his lips were just inches away from hers. "No. Let's go into the bedroom."
Still hardly able to believe what she'd said, Caroline downed the rest of her coffee and rose to precede the doctor into the bedroom. She caught just a glimpse of her reflection in the full-length mirror on the closet door as she turned to face him, and the look in her eyes was hardly recognizable. She had drunk far too much during dinner, probably in an unconscious effort to build her courage and, though her mind felt numb, she realized she was very excited. She didn't want to be intimate with Dr. Whitman.
She wasn't really attracted to him that way -emotionally. But her body's need was independent of her emotional wants, and in spite of everything she was feeling very passionate. After all these weeks of going without, she was finally going to have a man. She was finally going to be ... fucked. Fucked. That was the only word suitable to describe what she wanted now. She was going to be fucked.
"I feel... I feel like I should say something," Dr. Whitman began.
Caroline shook her head. "No. Don't say anything." Then without hesitating an instant longer she reached up and began to slowly unbutton her blouse.
Caroline watched the dentist's eyes bulge with excitement as she hunched her shoulders forward to slip the blouse off, then pitched it over onto the back of the chair at the dresser. She hesitated again, her eyes cast downward to the inviting swells of her ripely jutting breasts, pushed up high and close together by the tightly constricting brassiere she wore.
It had been so long. Though Caroline had never really been satisfied by her relationship with her husband, and though she had not been as amorous or as willing to experiment as he would have, liked, she had without even knowing it become accustomed to steady sex. And now it was obvious tha,t she couldn't do without it. She'd seen well enough the kind of perversion she could resort to out of the sort of frustration she'd endured these last weeks. If was only natural for a woman as good-looking as herself to have a man - and now she was going to have Dr. Whitman for better or worse. She would worry about the consequences tomorrow.
"Aren't you going to get undressed too?" Caroline asked after a moment, in a sultry voice. "Yeah, sure," the doctor said hesitantly, slowly starting to undo his tie.
The wantonly excited young divorcee watched him through narrowed eyes as she reached up behind her back to undo the snap on her brassiere. She knew that by taking the initiative herself she had put Dr. Whitman off-balance. In a sense, it was she who was the aggressor now, and this was something she'd never done in her life. But she derived a perverse thrill from her own boldness, and subconsciously she realized that by being so forward she might turn her employer off. For one thing Caroline was sure of: She didn't want to have a real love affair with Jack Whitman. Next Monday when she reported for work in the office she wanted their relationship to be on a strickly employer-employee basis, with perhaps a little friendship and understanding on the part of each as to where the other stood. And right now she wanted, without added emotional ties, a brief respite from the gnawing lust that had been secretly tormenting her all these last five weeks.
With a gentle shrug of her shoulders, Caroline let the brassiere straps slip down her arms as the cups fell away to suddenly reveal the full high-set mounds of her cream-white breasts standing up full and proud without the need of artificial support. The contact with the air caused her pink nipples to swell instantly to a tingling sensuous rigidity.
"God! God, Caroline, your breasts are beautiful."
Caroline watched Dr. Whitman begin to unbutton his shirt, then shifted her gaze to her own reflection in the mirror. Her face was slightly flushed from a combination of the effects of the wine and her own rapidly building excitement, and her heavy hoarse breathing was signaled by the vivid rise and fall of her nakedly exposed breasts. Then she dropped her hand down to loosen the zipper at the side of her skirt, and with a slight wriggling motion slipped it easily down off the ripely flaring cheeks of her round taut buttocks and stepped quickly out of it to leave herself clad in nothing but panties, garter belt, and nylons. Caroline gazed at herself in the mirror for a moment longer, then she turned slowly back to face the doctor, who was now clad only in his trousers, shoes, and socks. "I want to take your nylons off myself," the young dentist said in a trembling voice.
Caroline moistened her lips, her eyes glossed over as she waited, watching the man with an expression of lewdly wanton invitation. He was handsome enough, and the absence of his shirt revealed a torso more muscular than Caroline had expected. She realized she was rapidly losing her sense of detachment - her whole body was on fire with the need that had been so long unfulfilled in her sensitive loins, and she was determined that tonight she would lose the inhibitions that had so long plagued her. She was going to get the satisfaction her obscene lust demanded, no matter What she had to do to obtain it.
Then her skimpily clad body stiffened as Dr. Whitman extended one of his hands cautiously toward her, his finger coming into sudden titillating contact with the rigid little bud of one of her naked nipples, causing a shiver of lewd delight to dart obscenely down her spine. She cast her gaze downward, watching with rising anticipation as the big man gently caressed the hard swollen nipple-buds, then cupped his hand full over the ripely straining mound of flesh, his fingers kneading softly against the vibrant firmness of her lower breast. Then he urged her to turn as he guided her gently toward the bed.
Her whole body trembling with rapidly building lust, Caroline reclined lightly onto her back on top of the bedspread. Dr. Whitman stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down with unmasked desire at the softly inviting curves of her almost completely exposed body. The thin panties she wore were almost transparent, availing him a shadowy view of her softly curling pussy-hair through the silken material. The sheer dark nylons stopped three inches short of the tight elastic leg bands of the panties, and save for the straps of the garter belt the most promising and forbidden flesh of her inner thighs was exposed to his hungry gaze.
Then he bent down, extending his hands downward to caress one of her smooth thighs on the outside of the nylons, just above the knee. A little shiver darted up Caroline's body as he moved his hand slowly up the sensitive inner softness of her upper leg. Then carefully he undid the garter belt and peeled the hose inch by inch down the cream-white flesh of her leg, his eyes almost feverish with his growing lust as he unsnapped the garter belt from her other nylon and removed it with equal care. Caroline arched her hips and let him pull off the garter belt - now nothing protected her full voluptuous body but the flimsy panties. Caroline's naked vulnerability served only to heighten the lust raging through her desire-fired loins and breasts as she lay in prone surrender . before the doctor's eager gaze, and she waited impatiently as he hesitated, relishing the sight of her near naked body. Then he stepped a few inches closer to the bed, Until his knees were pressed against the foot of it, wetting his lips as he bent lower over her wantonly trembling form.
A soft spontaneous moan rose in Caroline's throat as she felt the doctor's hand come back to rest on the sensitive white softness of her thighs. He stroked teasingly up the inside of one of her thighs along the tautly straining tendon, his finger slipping inside the tight panty leg band to brush teasingly through the thin curls of near-blonde pubic hair and find sudden, lewdly arousing contact with the forbidden little slit of her hotly palpitating cunt. She arched her hips slightly, stretching her fervently excited body and raising her aims above her head to arch and part her breasts in even riper invitation as she felt the doctor's finger inside her panties work slowly up and down her already obscenely moistened pussy-lips. Now her breath was coming in heavy strained gasps, and the maddening titillation of Dr. Whitman's fingers playing lewdly upon her'secret, panty-covered pussy was almost more than the desire-racked girl could bear.
"Please," she gasped. "Take my panties off. Take my panties off and get undressed and get in bed with me."
Dr. Whitman grinned, working the crotch band of her panties completely aside to expose the entire length of Caroline's hair-lined vaginal flanges to his hungrily leering gaze. Then she closed her eyes, rolling her head gently from side io side as he began to stroke slowly back and forth at the already rigidly pulsing little bud of her erect defenseless clitoris. During the last few months, he had taken the initiative from her. and his refusal to remove her panties and finish getting himself undressed signaled his own building confidence. But now Caroline no longer cared who held the initiative. The psychological factor was inconsequential. She just had to get fucked and she had to be fucked now. It had been five weeks, and that was too long for any woman with everything she had to offer to go without.
For a few minutes more. Dr. Whitman -persisted in his obscene torment, the workings of his finger upon the hard little nub of her wetly slackened clitoris and the sensitive moistened slit of her passion-possessed pussy almost driving Caroline out of her mind. Then a low sigh escaped her as he withdrew his hand from inside the tight leg band of her panties and began to draw them slowly down off the rounded half-moons of her wantonly wriggling buttocks and the soft blonde hair nestled so invitingly between her parted thighs. She groaned, arching her buttocks high up off the mattress to assist him, her eyes still tightly closed, her lovely face now a contorted mask of unbridled animal lust.
At last Dr. Whitman worked the panties off her ankles and pitched them aside, and Caroline waited anxiously, her thighs spread wide to completely reveal the intriguing nakedness of her hair-lined pussy as he quickly got out of his own shoes and trousers.
A moan of anticipation rose in Caroline's throat as she opened her eyes again to find herself confronted with the hard throbbing nakedness of her young dentist's stiffly distended cock. It was probably only slightly larger than her husband's, but compared to Johnny Howard's, it was enormous, and for a moment Caroline found it difficult to imagine how she would even take it into her long-denied little vagina. She knew that after five weeks of going without sex, it would probably hurt her. But now not even that mattered. Nothing mattered but to have the hard pulsing male penis-flesh up inside her, satiating finally the unbearable lust that tormented her fire-permeated loins, and as Dr. Whitman hesitated, she extended her arms pleadingly upward to him in shameless desperate invitation.
Then she closed her eyes again, feeling the bed sag with his weight as the incredulous dentist, climbed up onto it, his knees planted between her widespread thighs, his body reclining slowly forward above hers.
She tensed as she felt his tongue flick teasingly from his mouth to swipe softly over one of the hard swollen nipples of her passionately heaving breasts, causing the tingling little buds to rise to even greater rigidity from the lewdly tantalizing caress. She whimpered distantly, arching her hips up in obscene invitation and letting a low strained groan escape spontaneously from her throat as the doctor dropped down between her widespread full thighs and inserted the lust-swollen head of his impatiently pulsing cock right up between the soft-haired lips of her aching moist cunt.
"Oh yes," she moaned, shivering in anticipation as he held himself poised above her, his tongue still swiping tenderly at the sensitive tingling bud of her nipples. "Oh yes ... please ... fuck me ... Come on and fuck me!"
Propping himself on one elbow above Caroline's desperately writhing body, Dr. Whitman reached down with his other hand to seize his rigidly throbbing cock, bending it downward and working it slowly up along the length of her wet slippery pussy-lips until it prodded suddenly right up against the rigidly dilated little bud of her lust-sensitized clitoris.
"Oh!" Caroline cried, jerking her hips in frenzy and uncontrolled delight from the lewdly chilling contact. "Oh! Ooohhh!"
Dr. Whitman continued to work the head of his thick, blood-engorged cock slowly up and down Caroline's softly yielding cunt-lips, feeling them gradually begin to part and moisten with each deliberate teasing stroke of his hard member along her acutely sensitive pussy-furrow.
He closed his lips wetiy down over one of the upthrust little tips of her nipples, sucking and biting gently, to cause her whole naked body to jerk in spontaneous contortion from the sheer raw sensation. Then he straightened his neck, dropping his chest heavily down on her fully voluptuous breasts and covering her mouth hotly with his own, his tongue snaking eagerly into the clutching warmth and moisture of her lips as he continued to tease her with the stroking of his rubbery cock along her sensitively quivering cuntal entrance and the pulsating arousal-center of her clitoris. Then she arched her hips up higher in a sudden jerking motion and spread her quaking thighs even wider apart as he shoved his own buttocks slowly forward.
Caroline gave out with a sharp little cry, her whole naked body shuddering from the slight pain as the soft tender lips of her pussy gave way to let just the throbbing tip of Dr. Whitman's juice-slickened cock slip up inside.
"Easy, Jack," she gasped, her full churning buttocks sinking down in retreat from the shocking violation of her willingly surrendered loins. It had been so long since she had had a good hard cock inside her and the sheer sensation of it was more than she could stand. Now Dr. Whitman seemed absolutely enormously endowed, and he still hadn't penetrated nearly all the way into her lewdly clenching vaginal channel. But at this moment even the threat of pain didn't diminish her desperate need. She had to have his cock all the way in her, all the way up inside her. She had to be fucked - had to have her raging lust quenched, even if it did hurt.
"Yes," Caroline moaned, again lolling her head from side to side to whip her flowing blonde hair softly back and forth over the tender smoothness of her naked shoulders. "Yes, Jack. Come on. All the way inside me!"
Dr. Whitman held himself poised for a moment longer, raising his head to gaze down in obscene triumph at Caroline's pleading face. She trembled beneath him, hardly able to bear her mingled dread and anticipation as she felt just the rubbery head of his urgently pounding cock lewdly stroking the moist resisting lips of her lust-tortured pussy. Then suddenly she shoved her hips eagerly upward, a low groan rising to her throat as she took the palpitating hardness of Dr. Whitman's rampaging penis deeper up into the tenderly yielding opening of her need-filled cunt. Almost at the same time he thrust forward, pushing relentlessly against the slight resistance until the warm inner pussy-flesh of Caroline's clinging cunt gave way and the lust-inflamed hardness of his hard impaling organ surged and burrowed slowly deeper up into the soft inner dampness, deeper and deeper until her quivering body sagged down onto the mattress and he dropped his full weight heavily on top of her trembling nakedness. With a final lunge of his hips he sank his stiffly throbbing penis to the hilt in the inner tightness of the lust-crazed blonde's vagina, skewering her completely until she felt his balls slap softly down into the crack of her gyrating ass-cheeks against the nakedly puckered hole of her anus. For a moment Caroline could not even .move. She had not felt so filled, so obscenely violated, since her wedding night when she had lost her virginity, and her impaled body twitched in a lewd mingling of lustful ecstasy and pain from the shocking raw sensation of having the doctor's lasciviously palpitating penis finally embedded all the way up inside her warm wet vagina. Then her whole body jerked and she lunged her hips upward violently, her hands coming down to wrap around his body to hold him to her as she began to writhe and undulate in a trembling heated rhythm beneath him on the bed.
Little insane ripples of pleasure tingled over every inch of the blonde's naked flesh as Dr. Whitman began to thrust in and out of her pussy in smooth powerful lunges, gradually increasing the strength and force of his strokes, penetrating deeper and deeper up into her obscenely impaled loins. Her body jerked in a spontaneous shudder from each lewd stabbing stroke, low hisses welling in her throat from the devastating erotic sensation. In spite of her lingering fear, her body was beginning to respond of its own accord now, her firm taut buttocks jerking in wildly undulating motion in response to the doctor's even rhythmic thrusts as again he craned his neck, snuggling his face into her breasts to flick his tongue wetly over the hard pointed little buds of her agitated nipples.
"Oh yes," she moaned."Oh yes. Yes. Harder. Fuck me harder."
Caroline moved her hands forcibly up and down the doctor's muscular back, seizing his nakedly clenching buttocks to guide his hard racking thrusts. Her inhibitions were really beginning to break down now. She was moaning and crying, pleading for more and more, writhing in total wanton delirium. Her teeth were gritted, her lips bared over them, and her eyes were open and bright with her fiery voracious lust. She was obsessed, tossing and churning more savagely each instant as her heatedly responding body really began to come to life and the maddening electric excitement that had origins deep in her cock-filled pussy flowered relentlessly out over 'every inch of her gyrating flesh. The pain was subsiding and now there was nothing to Hold Caroline back.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me," she gasped, the sound of her own voice uttering the vilest word in the English language only heightening her perverse enjoyment of the wanton ravishment the doctor was inflicting on her willing body. She continued to plead and moan in his ear, mixing unintelligible whimpers with every vile and filthy word she could think of. She arched her buttocks' higher and higher off the bed, bucking and tossing her demoniacally possessed body wildly. The combination of events over the last several days had served to break down hei mental defenses, and she was already getting close to the shattering point.
The little shudders darting through her salaciously writhing body came more and more frequently, and reality was fast fading in the relentless onslaught of primitive lustful passion.
She was already nearing the surreal dream state of orgasm, signalled by the tempestuous shuddering sensation that consumed her.
Yet still the climax eluded her, and she knew the doctor was beginning to lose control. His breathing was growing louder by the second, his shattering thrusts into the hotly clasping softness of her dilated cunt increasing rhythmically in intensity. His hands searched hungrily over the firm voluptuous nakedness of her undulating young body, his cock throbbing and twitching hotly up inside her lewdly massaging cunt, and she knew he couldn't hold out too much longer.
She showered wet kisses on the doctor's face, tightening the tender muscles of her voraciously constricting vagina in a glove-like clasp around the palpitating hardness of his penetrating penis, alternating the wild gyrations of her clenching buttocks and causing the lewdly surging cock-flesh to skewer her at new and different angles, even more excitingly probing the sensitive inner recesses of her fiery cunt. She was so close ..-. she was so close she could almost feel it beginning, and she thought she would lose her mind if she didn't attain the satisfaction her depraved loins so desperately needed.
As the doctor further intensified the power of his shattering pelvic thrusts, Caroline scissored her legs open and closed about his pounding hips, moaning in wanton abandon while she felt the waves of steadily welling passion begin to build far up inside the depths of her burning loins. She jackknifed her legs high above his neck, drumming her heels rapidly on his squirming buttocks to prompt even more intense tnrustings of his tirelessly beating cock down into the spasmodically trembling softness of her wet cunt.
Then suddenly Dr. Whitman's body stiffened above Caroline, his penis seeming to grow even larger as he flexed it deep inside her smoothly encasing vagina, and Caroline opened her eyes, staring up in horror at the unavoidable-realization that she wouldn't achieve her own climax in time. The doctor was going to cum right now. She could feel it, exuding like an electric current from his body, and she knew he'd passed the point of no return. He wouldn't be able to stop himself even if he tried. And she still wasn't quite ready.
"No, Jack! No, please!" she gasped. "Don't cum yet. Just a little longer."
But from the look on the lust-powered dentist's face, Caroline knew her pleadings were in vain. He stared down at her sheepishly, his forehead shining with a thin coating of perspiration as he struggled futilely to regain his control.
"Try," he gasped at her at last. "Try to cum with me."
As the doctor resumed his lunging staccato thrusts, Caroline sobbed and moaned in frustration, straining and writhing her naked pleading body, hunching her loins upward in a desperate frenzy. But she knew it was hopeless. -If nothing else, her own panic had stemmed the tide of passion in her own loins. She'd had a momentary break, a momentary snap back to reality, and that had been enough to stop her.
A moment later the lust-crazed blonde felt the first warm droplets of cum start to spurt deep into her reluctantly receptive loins, the mighty series of shattering strokes serving only to further intensify her longing and increase her bitter frustration. And though she'd already given up, she continued to pitch and toss frenziedly beneath the doctor even as the height of his fury passed and he pumped the last few droplets up into her spasmodically gyrating pussy and started to sag down on top of her, his sated penis gradually deflating within her clinging vaginal walls. Then at last, with a sigh of disappointment Caroline let her own body go limp on the mattress, little spasms of frustration continuing to dart_ at intervals through her need-tortured loins.
"I'm sorry, Caroline," the doctor gasped, nuzzling his cheek against hers. "I'm sorry. You just excited me too much. I couldn't hold it back. It'll be better next time."
Caroline said nothing. She merely stared at the ceiling, her face taut with anger and bitterness - bitterness at the doctor for having failed her and at herself for having failed herself.
Then with a sigh she pushed upward against Dr. Whitman's chest until he withdrew and rolled over onto his back beside her, still gasping to catch his breath. Caroline lay motionless for a moment longer, then got up to retrieve her panties.
"What... are you doing?" he asked.
The disappointed blonde didn't look at him as she answered. "I'm going back to my apartment."
Chapter Seven
Benny Parker turned his Mercury into an alley a block and a half from the new dental technician's apartment, pulled over to the edge of the narrow gravel road, and turned off the ignition. He uncapped another can of beer, then looked up first at his friend Tommy Houston, who sat in the front seat beside him, then at the other two boys in the back. "As I see it," he said in a slurred drunken voice, "we've got nothing to lose."
"I'm game," Tommy shrugged.
"I don't know," said Billy Jackson from the back seat.
"What do you mean you don't know?" asked Benny. "If you don't want in on the action, why don't you just go home?"
"It's not that," said Billy, sipping his own beer defensively. "I'm just afraid we might get into trouble."
"How can we get into trouble? The most she can say is no. I wouldn't even be letting you guys in on it if I weren't such a good guy, but if you don't wanna come you don't have to."
"Hell, I'll give her a try," said Jimmy Rayburn, the other fifteen year old boy in the back seat. "As long as Benny does the talking anyway."
"I'm not afraid to do the talking," said Benny. "Get the beer and let's go."
He opened the car door on his side and stepped awkwardly to the ground, swaying drunkenly on his feet and again hoisting his beer can to his lips. Tommy Houston grabbed one of the six-packs from the front seat, and Billy Jackson got the other from the back. Then the four boys walked back to the end of the alley . and started up the sidewalk toward the sexy blonde's apartment.
"Doesn't look like there are any lights on," said Tommy when they reached the corner.
"Maybe she's lying in bed waiting with someone else," Benny said thoughtfully. Then he laughed. "What the hell? If she can take on the four of us, one more won't hurt anyway."
The four boys continued on, then stopped on the sidewalk before the small apartment.
"Well, what do we do now?" Tommy Houston asked.
"Hell. We go up and knock on the door," said Benny "Come on, you guys aren't chicken, are you?"
Billy Jackson shrugged. "All right; let's go."
Benny leading- the way, the quartet trooped up Mrs. Blake's sidewalk and up onto the front porch of the apartment the local dentist had rented for her. Benny hesitated a moment, then lifted his hand in a clenched fist and rapped firmly on the door.
"Why don't you try the buzzer?" asked Tommy.
"Good thinking," said Benny, pressing the buzzer quickly. He rang long and loud three times in a row, then shrugged and looked back at the three other boys. "I don't guess she's in."
"Too bad," said Billy, obviously relieved. "Guess we might as well go on."
"Just a minute," said Benny. "She's probably just out to the cafe, or at the movies or something. It's not that late anyway." He paused thoughtfully for a moment. "We'd probably be better off waiting inside.
"Are you crazy?" asked Jimmy. "How are we going to get inside anyway?"
"It's not that hard to get into a house," said Benny. He tried the front door and found that locked, then turned again to the three other teenagers. "Let's check the back. There might be an open window or something."
"Wow this is really getting crazy," Billy muttered.
But Benny was determined. He knew Mrs. Blake could be fucked. Something had obviously happened between her and Johnny last night and today he'd virtually got his hand on her pussy before she stopped him from feeling her up right there at the dentist office while she was cleaning his teeth.
But he still wasn't prepared to take any chances. Benny hadn't mentioned to his friends that Dr. Whitman had thrown him out of the office. He'd altered that segment of the story to the effect that it had been Dr. Whitman's return to the office that had forced Mrs. Blake to make him stop. But Benny had heard only too clearly what Dr. Whitman had said about being in love with his assistant, and if she was with him tonight and they came back here, Benny didn't want to have to face the man alone. But he didn't like being manhandled, and he just couldn't wait to see old Whitman's face when he found out his girl had been gang-banged by Benny and his three friends.
The back door proved to be locked as tightly as the front, but while Benny was checking it Tommy Houston investigated the windows and found the one to the bedroom cracked two inches. With minor effort he was able to get it open.
"I still don't like this," said Billy Jackson. "This is breaking and entering."
"Yeah," Benny answered sarcastically, "and when Mrs. Blake gets through gang-banging us it's going to be four counts of statutory rape. But laws were made to be broken."
Benny finished his beer, tossed the empty can aside, and with Tommy's assistance climbed through the window. Perhaps reluctantly, the other three boys followed. Then Benny led them through the bedroom into the small adjoining living room and switched on the light. "Now what do we do?" asked Tommy. "We sit down and make ourselves comfortable and drink a beer or two." said Benny.
"And what happens when Miss Blake gets^ here?" asked Billy.
"Don't worry about it," Benny said impatiently. "She'll be glad to see us."
Benny opened himself another beer, and after a moment the other boys followed suit. Jimmy and Billy took their places stiffly on the couch, Benny flopped down leisurely in the easy chair, and Tommy began to- rummage through the books in the bookcase. It was a scant five minutes later when they heard the footsteps on the sidewalk out front, then they key turning in the lock. Then a moment later the door opened and the voluptuous blonde appeared.
For the briefest instant Caroline thought she was seeing an hallucination as she found herself confronted with the four boys in the living room. She had refused Dr. Whitman's entreaty that she stay the night at his place and give him another chance to satisfy her after he'd rested up in the morning. She'd also refused to even let him drive her home, having washed up quickly in the bathroom, dressed and been out the door before he could even get his own clothes on. She had noticed the living room light was on as she approached the apartment, but she assumed she'd left it on accidently. But the four boys in her living room were not phantoms created by her own lust-crazed imagination. They were flesh and blood, the same four boys who'd so upset her the day she'd first arrived in town.
Caroline didn't know what to think. She was still almost out of her mind with unfulfilled want. The desire that had raged so wildly in her lust-tortured loins less than half an hour ago, had now become a dull gnawing that permeated her whole body. Had it not been for the fact that Johnny Howard had joined his parents for a weekend in Redding, she might have gone to his house to try to find him, dangerous as that might have been. Instead she had been seriously considering the probability that she would be reduced to committing the shameful act of masturbation again tonight - for the second time in less than a week.
But even so, Caroline's first reaction on seeing the four boys sitting in her living room, their purpose in being here obvious at least from the expression on the face of their leader, Benny Parker, was not relief but fear. The fact that Benny Parker might be able, and would be more than willing, to satisfy her terrible unfulfilled need occurred to her only a moment later. And as she mentally recoiled from that obscene thought, the third phase of her stunned reaction crept into her consciousness: Anger. And it was under that impulse, anger, that she finally reacted. Instead of turning and fleeing out the door, she stalked straight into the room.
"What are you doing here? " she hissed.
Caroline glared down at Benny for a moment. He met her gazed with a leering grin. Feeling momentarily cowed, she turned to look around at the other boys, two of whom sat on the couch, looking not nearly so confident. Then she returned her attention to Benny.
"I said:'What are you doing here?"
"We were just having a few beers and we thought we'd stop by to see you, offer you one too." Benny nodded at the six-pack sitting on the floor at his feet.
"How did you get in?"
"The front door was unlocked," Benny said. "We figured you wouldn't mind."
"The front door was not unlocked," Caroline answered icily. "Well, that doesn't matter anyway. Just get-out of here. Right now."
Benny shook his head. "No ma'am. Don't get me wrong. We'd leave in a minute if we thought you really wanted us to. But after what happened this afternoon, I know better than that."
"Please, Mrs. Blake," Billy Jackson put in. "We don't mean any harm. We just..."
Billy's voice trailed off as Benny flashed him an angry glare. Again Caroline remembered what had just happened to her at Dr. Whitman's house, and she realized that there was a depraved part of herself, a kind of stranger within, it seemed, that was in her present state capable of going along with anything these four rowdy teenagers might suggest. And with that in mind, she realized that it was all the more imperative that she get them out of her house right now. Otherwise the consequences could be disastrous.
"I'm going to phone the police," she said, trying to calm her voice. "I'm going to phone them if you don't leave right this minute. All of you."
Benny grinned and took a leisurely sip of his beer. "This time of night the nearest police are probably over in Eureka unless you're going to call the local nightwatchman, old man Saddler, and he can't do anything." Then the youngster paused a moment, his grin widening. He had one more ace up his sleeve, and though he hadn't expected to have to play it this soon, it appeared he had no choice. The other guys looked as though they might panic any minute and the last thing Benny wanted was to be left here alone with Mrs. Blake. But, unless he missed his guess, this would fix everything. "The truth is, we figured since Johnny was out of town, you'd probably be needing some company."
From the expression on the sensuous blonde's face, Benny saw immediately that he was on the right course.
"Johnny?" Caroline asked in a voice that was hardly more than a whisper.
Benny nodded. "Johnny Howard."
"You know about Johnny?" the stunned divorcee continued in a state of obvious shock.
Benny nodded again, not needing to elaborate.
Caroline felt a sinking sensation, a tightening constriction in her throat. Johnny must have told. These boys must know every lurid detail of what had happened last night. It was the worst thing that could have happened to her in the whole world. She would never be able to live something like this down in a town like Six Falls. The adult population, the parents of boys like Johnny and these four teenagers who had come here to her house in the middle of the night, would just never understand.
Then Caroline almost burst into tears of shame at the next lewdly devastating thought that entered her mind: Now she was at Benny's mercy. With the knowledge of what had happened between her and Johnny Howard last night, Benny could call the police right now and she would be the one in trouble, the worst trouble she'd ever been in, in all her life. She could be locked up in jail or, even more disastrous, committed to an instituion for female sex perverts. Under the present circumstances she couldn't take a chance on refusing Benny anything he demanded of her, and it was obvious enough why he had come here. He must want everything Johnny had had and more. And, in spite of herself, Caroline could not avoid the consideration that now, whether she wished it or not, she would eventually have all her terrible uncontrolled needs fulfilled.
"What do you want?" Caroline asked finally in a cracking voice.
"That's more like it," Benny said, taking another long draught of his beer and slowly standing up. "I want you to take your clothes off."
It was true. The worst was true. Benny was going to blackmail her into submitting to his obscene desires. He was going to force her to give herself to him whether she wanted to or not. She knew she had no choice. But the terrible thing was that now she didn't want a choice. The mere thought of what he was demanding of her coupled with the lascivious recollections of what had happened this afternoon at the dental office was enough to revive her unsatisfied desire to the point that she didn't even have the will to resist. After the frustration she'd just suffered in Dr. Whitman's bedroom, Caroline took a strange perverse pleasure in her own helplessness.
Benny grinned. This was even easier than he'd expected and, sensing his own advantage, h^ was determined to persist. "I told you to take your clothes off, Mrs. Blake." He paused, twisting his lips into a wry mocking smile. "Please."
Caroline hesitated, glancing with shame and . embarrassment from one to the other of the three other eagerly watching younger boys. Then she swallowed hard and took a step toward Benny, speaking under her breath, "I don't want to undress in front of all of them. Let me go into the bedroom."
Benny shrugged. "All right. The bedroom." As the voluptuous blonde walked nervously past him into the bedroom, Benny winked at Tommy Houston. Then he followed.
Inside the bedroom Caroline turned slowly to face the leering youngster. "Benny," she said softly, "if I do this, will you promise you'll never tell? Will you promise you'll make the other boys keep it a secret too?"
"Sure," Benny said generously. "No one but us will ever know."
Caroline knew it was senseless. She knew these boys would never keep what was about to happen secrete They would be listening outside the door to everything she and Benny did, and within a week it would be all over town. But even so, she no longer had any intention of refusing. That was all just an excuse anyway.
But still Caroline could hardly believe what was happening to her. Until less than a week ago, the entire extent of her serious sexual experience had been limited to one man, her ex-husband. Then she had performed orally on little Johnny Howard, sucking the fourteen year old boy's cock until he came in her mouth, and afterwards she had lain half-naked on the floor as he had finger-fucked her until she'd achieved her own lewdly arousing climax. Tonight she'd already been to bed with her employer, Dr. Whitman, and now was about to give herself to a fifteen year old boy while three of his friends listened just outside her bedroom door. It was too depraved for words, and Caroline doubted if she would ever in her life be able to redeem herself if she went through with this tonight.
But she had no choice. She didn't want a choice - and as Benny watched her eagerly, Caroline began hastily to strip off her clothing -for the second time that night. A moment later she stood completely naked before him, her full white breasts heaving with her already strained breathing, a slight tickling noticeable between her thighs from the vaginal moisture that had already begun to flow anew from her hotly awakening cunt.
Then Caroline almost passed out from the sheer shock as she heard Benny's next statement: "Now, Mrs. Blake, tell me. Have you ever had your pussy eaten?"
"No!" Caroline gasped, hardly even able to believe she'd heard correctly.
As Benny moved toward her, the stunned blonde retreated in shock and dismay. Then suddenly she found the backs of her naked thighs pressed against the edge of the bed, and she could go no farther. During the brief moment before Benny was on her, Caroline conjured up in her mind a mental image of what he proposed. It was the reverse of what she had done to Johnny Howard last night. Yet there was something about this, what Benny wanted to do to her, that seemed even more depraved to her incited imagination. Perhaps it was a mere lingering of acceptance on Caroline's part of an outdated chauvinistic concept, but while she had been able to accept the idea that she, a woman, could let a man make use of her mouth for his own obscene satisfaction, she recoiled at the thought of allowing a young boy like Benny to degrade himself for her pleasure. It was cunnilingus - something Caroline had dreamed of only in her wildest and most secret fantasies. Yet at the same time she found something in that lurid vision so lasciviously intriguing that her legs almost went weak. And as Benny stepped closer to her, she tried to continue her retreat and fell flat on her back on the bed.
Seizing his advantage, Benny dropped instantly to his knees between the older woman's slightly parted thighs. She didn't have time to defend herself and, staring up in horror, frozen again to immobility by sheer astonishment at the depraved act of perversion the young boy wanted to commit upon her helpless body, Caroline watched Benny seize her -thighs and push them even wider apart, at the same time lowering his face hungrily toward the warm naked flesh of her vulnerable belly.
"No, please!" she whimpered. "Don't do it to me, Benny. Please don't do it to me!"
Then a shudder racked her whole nakedly voluptuous body as she felt Benny's tongue flick wetly down on the sensitive smoothness of her belly and dart right down into the little hole of her navel to send an unwanted electric chill darting obscenely up her spine. Desperately, Caroline tried to close her thighs. But it was to no avail. Benny held them firmly apart, completely exposing to his greedy gaze the lust-tortured nakedness of her wetly palpitating cunt. And as the young boy commenced the lewd oral rape of her forbidden tingling pussy, Caroline could only be thankful that she had had the foresight to wash up before leaving Dr. Whitman's house tonight.
A muffled groan rose in the excited divorcee's throat, convulsive spasms jerking in her gyrating thighs and stomach as she felt Benny press his lips down lightly into the thin strands of hair over the crest of her pubic mound. She shivered in shame and humiliation from his touch, but the sudden moistening contact of his tongue on her tender skin nonetheless caused a flutter of delight to course relentlessly over her feebly squirming body. She whimpered helplessly as his tongue traced swiftly downward through the sparse blonde hair and his hands .moved eagerly up into the sensitive warmth between her widespread thighs to stroke the little fringed curls and to come into sudden titillating contact with the tingling lips of her moistly throbbing pussy.
Caroline sobbed in unheeded protest as Benny held his face poised between her thighs, his fingers pulling the petal-flanged lips apart to expose to his youthful gaze the glistening pink inner wetness of her needing cunt. He blew his breath softly into the forbidden little vaginal orifice, and Caroline almost cried out aloud from the lewdly shocking sensation.
Then her whole body jerked as Benny's tongue flicked suddenly outward to find electrifying contact with the turgid nub of her eagerly responsive clitoris. Gasping and trembling with rampant desire, she raised her head up from the mattress to stare down in abject terror between her proudly upstanding breasts at the young boy's lust-strained face hovering so close to the defenseless softness of her lewdly offered pussy. It was too depraved for words and she didn't know how she could bear the humiliating ordeal he was about to subject her to. But she was totally helpless to resist.
"Oh please, Benny!" Caroline whimpered again. "Please don't do that to me!"
Benny raised his head just enough so he was able to stare up the length of Caroline's prone naked body, between her heaving widespread breasts, to meet her pleading gaze. Then, still not taking his eyes from hers, he flicked his tongue out again to swipe it lightly all the way up the length of her softly trembling cuntal crevice.
"Like that?" he asked in a sneering voice.
"Noooooo!" Caroline sobbed in utter confused humiliation.
"Why not?" Benny asked, his tongue again flicking from his mouth to come back into searing contact with the already urgently swollen little bud of Caroline's clitoris.
"It feels ... it feels too good!" she said in a voice that hardly even sounded like her own. "I can't stand it!"
Caroline's position on the bed made it impossible for her to resist the young boy's relentless lascivious assault. She lay prone on her back, her legs bent at the knees and hanging off the edge of the bed. Benny knelt on the floor beside the bed, his shoulders wedged between her knees, his face now almost buried between her lewdly parted thighs. The position allowed her no leverage, and she could do nothing but squirm in feeble futile protest as the young boy continued his perverted assault upon her helpless exposed genitals.
Then, as another shudder of unwanted response darted through Caroline's body, she dropped her head helplessly hack onto the mattress. Her writhing buttocks lunged upward in a spontaneous motion as she felt herself unable to further resist the delicious currents of excitement that surged throughout her aroused loins from the wanton sucking and licking as Benny began to feed in earnest on her defenseless vaginal flesh. She moaned distantly, closing her eyes, gritting her teeth from the young boy's moistly slavering tongue slipping wetly up into the crevice between her parted cuntal lips, and the searing sensation upon her sensitive inner pussy dampness was almost more than she could stand. Her naked breasts quivered on her feverishly undulating torso as she began to respond in spite of all her wishes to the obscene oral attack.
Benny could hardly even breathe. His face was completely buried between Mrs. Blake's thighs, his tongue now worming hungrily up into the clinging depths of her inner pussy tightness. His nose was rubbing against the apex of her hair-spattered pubic mound and the throbbing little bud of her clitoris, and he knew his efforts were beginning to bear fruit. In spite of everything, Mrs. Blake was responding. He had never seen a woman as hot as she was now in his whole life, and he knew that by the time he had finished eating her pussy she would be more than willing to do anything he wanted. Caroline shuddered and squirmed in helpless response to the lightning-like sensations bolting through her hotly writhing body from Benny's persistent sucking and licking of her most sensitive vaginal flesh. In spite of all her mental revulsion to the obscene act he was subjecting her to, she was beginning to like it. She'd never felt anything in her life so exquisite as the" limber little tongue darting up between the tender softness of her ravished pussy-lips, and the boy's continued persistence was breaking down her will to resist.
For a few moments longer, Caroline languished in limbo, her mind fighting against the tantalizing sensation Benny was inflicting upon her open-splayed loins, but her stubbornly aroused body was beginning to betray her. Little periodic spasms darted maddeningly through her softly perspiring flesh as little whimpers of delight rose spontaneously to her lips. Her whole body was on fire with the perverted lust swelling in her desire-possessed belly, and finally, after a last futile effort to get control of her rampaging need, Caroline suddenly moaned aloud. She clamped her thighs tightly shut about Benny's ears, dropping her hands down into the boy's hair and pulling his face even more tightly into the softness of her passion-seared pussy-flesh, her firmly clenched buttocks beginning to toss and bounce spontaneously from the bed.
"Yes!" she cried out in sheer abandon. "Yes! Eat me. Eat me. Eat my pussy!"
Jesus, Benny thought, straining to catch his breath. Mrs. Blake was going out of her mind. She must be a nymphomaniac because he had never seen anything like this in his life. But if she wanted it he was going to give it to her. He was going to give her everything she asked for and more before this night was over. And if he couldn't do it all himself, he had plenty of help waiting outside in the living room.
Now Caroline's body was really coming back to life. The gnawing lust she'd been left with after the abortive episode with Dr. Whitman earlier this evening combined with this young boy's expert oral assault-on her defenseless young cunt to break down all her mental barriers and, with a helpless whimper of delight, she lifted her head, staring deliriously down between her trembling breasts at Benny's face bobbing up and down between her helpfully opened thighs. She purred in lascivious abandon, her hands running through his hair as she held his face to her heatedly clasping pussy and began a rhythmic bouncing motion of her full rounded buttocks on the bed. Now the little shivers of passion were darting out over every tingling inch of her tremendously awakened flesh and she could no longer fight against the wanton perverted pleasure she derived from what the teenager was doing to her.
At last Caroline dropped her head back to the mattress. She couldn't even watch. It was too humilating, too degrading, but her lust had completely overcome her and she sobbed out her surrender in an incessant stream of delirious pleadings as she felt the continued swishings of Benny's tongue moving in and out again and again in the most sensitive inner reaches of her _ moistly responding vaginal tightness. Finally, twisting her body, she reached down from the boy's hair to run her hands beneath his arms and begin to try to pull him up.
"That's enough!" she cried. "That's enough! I can't stand it--anymore! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
Gasping for breath, Benny raised his head to gaze in triumph up over the glistening hills and valleys of Mrs. Blake's nakedly squirming body at her desire-tortured face. He grinned, reaching up with one of his hands to wipe his lips, wet with the lewdly flowing moisture that had issued from Caroline's excited cunt. Then he looked back over his shoulder toward the door leading to the living room.
"All right, boys. You can come in now. Mrs. Blake's ready."
"Oh, no!" Caroline gasped. "Please, Benny, I don't want them to watch."
Benny - looked at her again, his grin broadening. "Watch? They're not coming in to watch, lady. They want in on the action too."
Chapter Eight
Caroline realized she should have expected no less. The compromised divorcee knew that it had been very naive of her not to suspect that this was what the boys had in mind. But the whole idea was beyond the very concept of her own imagination, and she could merely stare at Benny in muted horror, the little spasms of delight and need still coursing rhythmically through her naked loins as the door opened behind him and the three other youngsters trooped eagerly in.
"No," Caroline said in a barely audible whisper. "I can't do it. I can't do that!"
"Sure you can," said Benny, rising. He paused, then half-turned to look back at his three anxiously leering friends. "I don't know for sure if you've been properly introduced to my friends. This is Tommy. Billy. And Jimmy."
"Pleased to meet you," Billy Jackson said in a trembling voice.
Caroline lay motionless, her breath coming in loud strained gasps, her heart pounding furiously in her breast. She'd heard of this - of women, usually nymphomaniacs, who would take on several men at one time. But she'd never really believed it happened. She wasn't a nymphomaniac!
Or was she?
The fearful blonde knew that, if she submitted to this, the answer to that question would be affirmative, and in a sudden desperate motion she started to get to her feet. Then Benny seized the naked woman's arms and pushed her back down onto the bed, pinioning them above her head and holding her helplessly on her back.
"You're not going anywhere now. Not after what I just did for you."
The defeated dental assistant knew it was hopeless to struggle. Benny was a strong boy, much stronger than she was and he could always get assistance from his three friends. Once more she took a strange sense of pleasure in her own defenselessness. Her whole body was crying out with unfulfilled need and she knew that deep down inside she still didn't want to resist anything, even this.
Then, still holding her arms pinioned up above her head, Benny looked back at the other boys. "All right, come on. Billy, you first.
You're the virgin in the bunch and you're the one that's been so afraid all night. Let's see if you've got the guts to give Mrs. Blake the good screwing she needs."
Caroline saw the young boy's face blanch. "But that's rape ..." he managed to gasp.
"Rape, my ass!" exclaimed Benny. "I guess you think that was rape awhile ago when I ate her pussy until she was begging me to fuck her!"
Billy waited a moment longer, then started hastily taking off his clothes.
Garolihe closed her eyes, letting her arms go limp. She listened to the rustle of the boy's clothing as he stripped. Then she opened her eyes again, staring up in a mingling of shame and wanton invitation as she felt the bed sag slightly from Billy's weight as he climbed nervously up between her quaking thighs. He was completely naked, the rigid shaft of his blood-engorged young cock standing up in lewdly pulsing erection from his sparse-haired loins, and, from the look on his face, Caroline saw that he was just as frightened as she was.
"Come on man," Jimmy snapped impatiently. "Hurry up. Can't you see that there's a line?"
Billy Jackson swallowed hard, then dropped slowly down between the blonde woman's already widespread legs. She shivered with continued longing as she felt the eagerly pulsing head of the young boy's cock slither warmly up the trembling softness of her inner thighs, staring down between the nakedly quivering mounds of her breasts with delirious eyes, moaning hungrily as the teenager's eager twitching member throbbed shockingly up against her moist pussy-flanges.
Then Caroline could hardly belteve the words uttered by her own lust-strained voice. "Are you really a virgin, Billy? Are you really a virgin?".
Still holding himself poised above her, Billy looked at her sheepishly. Then he nodded, "Yes, ma'am. Sort of."
Giving out with a sudden desperate whimper, Caroline shimmied her hips suddenly upward. With a quick motion she jerked her arms free from Benny's relaxed grip, her hands moving down to claw hungrily at Billy's bare back as he lunged eagerly and thrust the swollen head of his uninitiated young penis right up into the softness of her tightly resisting pussy-lips.
Caroline's body quivered from the sudden shattering penetration as the hard little cock-head popped swiftly into the warmly clinging orifice of her needing cunt. She sucked her breath in hoarsely, gasping from the sheer raw sensation, then a deep sigh escaped her as she felt the resistance begin to give way and the lustfully pulsing resilience surged slowly up into her sensitive inner depths.
"Oh boy!" Billy gasped, suddenly dropping the full weight of his body onto, Caroline's nakedly squirming breasts and loins.
Then her eyes widened with shock when Benny, who still sat beside her and Billy on the bed, began to strip off his own clothing. And a spontaneous gasp rose in her throat as she heard his next statement. "You boys just make yourselves comfortable. You can take her next. Right now I'm going to give Billy some help." . Caroline's intended protest was usurped by a helpless groan as Billy's steadily penetrating cock wormed deeper up between her tremulous thighs until she felt the youngster's pubic mound nudge softly down against her sensitive little clitoris as his balls slapped gently between her tightly rounded ass-cheeks right on the puckered little hole of her anus. As Benny undressed, little' mewls of pleasure and submission poured from the older woman's lips, and, in spite of herself, she began a wanton sensuous writhing of her defiled body. The quivers of lust and passion continued to dart over her erotically tingling nakedness as the innocent young boy began to fuck in a slow hunching motion up between her parted thighs.
"But how can you both fuck her at once?" Jimmy Rayburn asked as Benny shimmied out of his underwear and turned to face the lewdly writhing couple on the bed.
"Easy,'" said Benny. "She's got a mouth, hasn't she?"
Oh no, thought Caroline. She couldn't even believe it. Every time she was able to adjust mentally to something, the situation became even more depraved. She could hardly even grasp the concept of what Benny now proposed, but she knew it was true. The boys were too impatient to wait in line, taking their turns singly with her. Benny was going to fuck her in the mouth even as little Billy Jackson was losing his virginity to her hot clenching pussy. And there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Caroline turned her head, looking up with a strange and wanton smile that defied all her humiliation as Benny positioned himself on his knees at her shoulders, his hard swollen cock looming obscenely above her face in thickly pulsing rigidity. Now she understood why he'd selected Billy Jackson to be the first boy to fuck her. Billy was the shortest of the group. Even lying prone upon her, his head only came to her chin. And that left her face and mouth free for
Benny's obscene lascivious use.
The sensuous blonde whimpered softly as she saw the.young Benny bend his rigid cock-shaft down toward her hungrily welcoming lips, and in a final gesture of submission she actually stretched her neck to reach it, an even more insane moan welling in her throat as she made an oval of her mouth and slipped her lips warmly over the lustfully surging boy-penis.
As Benny leaned over her, pushing his urgently palpitating rod deeper up between her lips, Caroline dropped one of her hands to Billy Jackson's naked buttocks to guide his eager thrusts up into the quivering dampness of her warm responsive pussy. Simultaneously, she employed her other hand to guide Benny's penis more easily into her mouth, sucking hungrily and beginning an up and down bobbing of her head beneath him on the bed.
"Jesus," Tommy Houston exclaimed, "look at Mrs. Blake go! Look at her go?"
"Yeah, she's really hot, isn't she?" added Jimmy Rayburn.
Caroline heard the boys' excited exclamations as distant surreal sounds. She'd already been through too much tonight to care what else happened to her. It now seemed as if an eternity had passed, but she knew it had been only less than an hour ago that she had been in bed with Doctor Whitman at his house, And though he had not satisfied her, his obscene assault on her helplessly surrendered body had built her desire to an explosion peak. Benny Parker had expertly hewn her passion to an even finer degree with his wanton oral attack on her vulnerable loins, and now the combination of Billy Jackson's hard throbbing penis ramming furiously in and out between her widespread thighs, and Benny's brutal lucking into her mouth was almost more than she could resist. Now. her last inhibition fading, Caroline really began to fuck and suck in uninhibited earnest.
The sexy dental technician rounded her lips tightly, her tongue flicking wildly up and down the hotly pa'lpitating shaft of Benny's hard rubbery Cock as it stroked swiftly in and out of her mouth, driving, almost all the way to the back of her throat. At the same time she jackknifed her legs up to form a straight sheath of her pussy and better take the length of Billy's swiftly plunging penis even deeper into her quivering vagina. She dug her fingernails into the youngster's naked buttocks, urging him on to even more violent racking thrusts as, with her other hand she gently caressed the tightly stretched sac that held Benny's throbbing testicles. She moaned and sobbed, but the sound of her own voice was muffled by the pulsating cock that filled her mouth and the weight of Benny's body lying now almost prone across her face made it almost impossible for her to breathe. The strain on her neck was almost unbearable, but now Caroline didn't protest even that. No one would have heard her anyway, and it hardly seemed to matter. Already she could feel the first distant fluttering far up in her belly, and she knew it wouldn't be long until she finally achieved the orgasm she so desperately needed.
"Suck it baby! Suck it harder!" Benny gasped, beginning to hunch up and down into her mouth with the throbbing hardness of his erectly distended penis.
"Oooooh!" Caroline mewled in complete delirium, complying without hesitation with the boy's ruthless demands.
"Yeah!" Benny gasped. "That's it. Keep on just like that. I'm going to cum in just a minute. You'll like that, won't you? You want me to cum into your mouth, don't you?"
Yes, Caroline, wanted to cry out. But she was helpless to even speak. She could express her feelings only by increasing the intensity of her ravenous sucking on Benny's hotly surging cock-shaft.
Then an even wilder quiver darted through her impaled vagina as she felt Billy Jackson stiffen.
"I think I'm gonna cum too," Billy grunted. "It just feels too good. I just can't hold back."
Caroline was too. A moment later it began. She heard Benny grunt above her, his body becoming rigid,'his stiff young cock throbbing and jerking deep in her throat as the first hot droplets of wildly ricocheting sperm began to spurt from the little glans on the bloated head, shooting all the way to the back of her tongue so she had to swallow to keep from choking. At the same time Billy began a staccato series of lunges, slamming his loins down violently against the naked upthrust cheeks of Caroline's proffered buttocks as his, virginal penis rammed all the way to the hilt in her wetly clasping cunt. She heard him groan, felt the surging rod of his eagerly swelling cock seem to loom even larger inside her vagina as the cum welled up in his testicles and made its mad dash to lewdly shattering ejaculation deep in the most forbidden tenderness of her desire-agonized pussy.
And, as the two boys built to a crescendo of lust and fury, Caroline felt the shattering rays begin far up in her own belly. She quivered and trembled, lunging her buttocks erratically upward as the spasms of delight coursed through her sensitized flesh and all was blotted from her mind but the obscenely consuming release of her long-awaited climax.
Then, gasping around the depleted cock-shaft that had so lewdly violated her mouth, she let her shapely cum-spattered thighs drop down to the bed as the two spent boys sagged tiredly upon her. She closed her eyes, little tremors of ecstasy continuing to flow periodically through her naked sated body as the two teenagers finally withdrew their deflating penises from her two separately ravished orifices.
"AH right," gasped Benny. "Now it's your turn, boys."
"Both at once?" Tommy Houston asked excitedly.
"Yeah, just like us," said Benny.
Caroline opened her eyes. "No," she said in a tired voice. "Not like that. Another position, but that one hurts my neck too much."
"Maybe dog fashion," offered Tommy. "One of us behind her and the other in front."
"Yes," Caroline sighed in complete surrender. 'That will be better."
Then all became a jumble as the two boys took off their clothes and joined her on the bed. She let her body go limp, closing her eyes as they pushed her over onto her stomach and urged her to assume the humiliating dog fashion position. One of them mounted her from behind and the other situated himself in an upright position before her. But as she felt the two boys' lewdly pulsing penises shoved almost simultaneously into the respective orifices of her cunt and mouth, Caroline didn't even know which was which. Nor did she care.
Chapter Nine
The young dental assistant thought she had never been so relieved in her life as she was when she got to the clinic Monday morning at nine and found the note from Dr. Whitman saying he had to go to Eureka and wouldn't be back until late in the afternoon. He had instructed Caroline to receive any patients who came and to do what she could, making appointments for tomorrow with the ones she was unable to take care of by herself.
The worried blonde had seriously thought about leaving town on Saturday morning when she'd awakened and remembered the previous night's shocking series of events. She knew it was inevitable that she would have to - sooner or later. The four boys who'd ravished her body until she had been driven out of her mind with fiery excitement could hardly be expected to keep that lurid episode a secret. She knew that sooner or later she would have to flee from Six Falls to save her skin. But she hadn't been able to bring herself to run away right then. There was one thing she felt she had to do.
She had to face Johnny Howard one more time. Caroline still felt something in her heart for that young boy. Perhaps it was even a kind of gratitude, for it had been Johnny who had served to liberate her from the hang-ups that had driven her to the depths of perversion into which she'd sunk over the past week. And she had to find out why Johnny had betrayed her, why he had told Benny Parker about what had happened between them. So she had stayed, locked in her little apartment, the lights turned low and curtains drawn. She had read by candlelight, and, on Saturday at midnight when she'd heard the banging at the door - which she knew must be Benny Parker and his friends -she hadn't answered it. Even if she'd wanted to see them, she knew her body couldn't endure another night like the one she'd already spent with the four boys, and finally they had given up and gone away.
Caroline passed a dreary and uneventful day at the clinic. Then, shortly after three, which was when school let out, the door opened and Johnny walked in.
In spite of her lingering bitterness at Johnny's not having kept their secret, Caroline felt a surge of warmth in her breast at the sight of the young boy. Then she frowned as she saw the expression of contempt on his face.
"Johnny?" she said in a strained voice, rising from the reception desk to walk around and meet him. "What's the matter?"
"What do you think is the matter?" he retorted angrily.
Caroline felt a constricting tightness in her throat. And, in her current state of near despair, she could hardly stand up before Johnny's contemptuous gaze. She had thought that at least there'd been some kind of understanding between them, but now the trusting youngster looked as if he hated her.
"I ... I don't understand," Caroline stammered finally.
"How do you think I feel?" Johnny asked tersely, shying away as the older woman reached out to put her hand tenderly into his hair. "I go away for the weekend and when I get back the whole school is talking about how you got gang-banged by Benny Parker and his friends. How do you think I feel when I hear that?"
Caroline felt the tears well suddenly to her eyes. "But Johnny ..."
"You're just a whore," said Johnny. "That's all you are, a nymphomaniac and a whore. Just like the whole school is saying."
Caroline flinched vividly at the cruel words. "The whole school is talking?" she asked at last.
"Everybody but me," Johnny said. "I don't even want anybody knowing / had anything to do with you after last Friday night."
"But Johnny, they do know. That's why I had to let them ... to let them ail fuck me. Because they did know. They said you told them."
"I didn't tell anybody." .
Caroline felt a surge of hope. It was such a small thing, but now it would mean so much to her if she could believe Johnny hadn't betrayed her, that he had kept her secret. But Benny Parker had known, and no one else could have told him but Johnny.
"They knew, Johnny," Caroline said. "They came and broke into my house. They were waiting there when I got home, and they knew."
"What did they know?"
"I thought they knew ... everything," Caroline said softly. Then she shook her head. "Oh my God! Maybe they didn't know anything. All they did was ask me if they could have the same thing you got, or something like that. Now I don't even remember."
"Besides being a whore, you must be stupid too," Johnny said bitterly. "They didn't know anything. Benny Parker saw me leaving your place that night and gave me a ride home. But I didn't tell him anything, i told him I'd just walked you back from the cafe and hadn't realized how late it was."
Caroline cast her eyes downward in despair, the tears now spilling freely over her cheeks. Every derisive thing Johnny had said about her must be true, she thought. She'd let Benny Parker trick her. She'd fallen into his trap. It must be true. She was just a dumb blonde, exactly what the kind of man who sat on street corners whistling at her thought she was. Like Johnny had said, she was not just a whore, but a stupid whore.
Then she lifted her eyes slowly. "I guess you heard the whole story then. Everything they did to me."
Johnny nodded. "Everything." Caroline bit her lip. She knew she had to leave now. She had to leave today. But she couldn't go with the memory []f Johnny hating her the way he did now. Somehow she had to make up to him for the fact that she had betrayed him.
"Then you probably don't want anything else to do with me, do you?"
A thin grin appeared on Johnny's lips, seeded with hate. "I don't think there is much else that can be done with you. They did everything that night."
Through the tears still spilling freely from her eyes, Caroline managed a gallant smile. There was still one thing that had never been done to her. It was something she had never even seriously imagined in her life, but now the mere thought caused a response that she couldn't deny. It seemed so fitting, a fitting conclusion of everything that had happened to her since her arrival in Six Falls. And, though she knew it must be an innerent masochistic tendency in her nature that had prompted her to even think about it, Caroline felt it was the only fitting punishment for everything else she had done since coming here.
"No Johnny," she said at last. "There's still one thing that hasn't been done to me. I haven't been fucked in the ass."
Caroline reached up and wiped the tears from her cheeks and she saw the look of wide-eyed astonishment appear on Johnny's face. But she knew that the prospect of what she'd suggested excited him as much as it excited her. And she knew there would be no better way for Johnny to redeem his own pride. Boys at Six Falls High School would probably be talking about her for years to come, and Johnny would have the best story of all if she submitted to that - the perverted act of sodomy.
"You ... you mean it?" Johnny asked in a quivering voice.
Caroline hesitated for a moment. Then she nodded her head. "Yes Johnny, I mean it."
"Put your finger in my pussy," Caroline said in a trembling voice. "Feel my pussy and then spread the moisture up over my ass-hole."
Caroline was kneeling on the floor before Dr. Whitman's dental chair. She'd pulled her panties and nylons off and pulled the skirt of her uniform up into a bundle about her waist to completely expose her tightly rounded ass-cheeks, which were now thrust high in the air in proffered invitation. Johnny, who'd dropped his trousers around his ankles, was kneeling on the floor beside her, the forbidden sight of her softly-haired pussy and the tight little puckered hole of her anus exposed lewdly to his hungry incredulous gaze. It was the most degrading position in the world, and the fact that neither of them had even bothered to completely undress seemed to only enhance its sordid quality. But even that aspect now seemed fitting.
Then Caroline tensed as Johnny's hand reached hesitantly to touch the back of one of her thighs and move slowly upward to come into warm titillating contact with the already moistened flesh of her vagina. She shivered, gritting her teeth in debased anticipation as she felt Johnny's finger move slowly up and down the softly flowering lips of her pussy, gradually spreading the freely flowing moisture from her cunt up over the little membrane that separated it from the even more forbidden orifice of her anus.
"Now," she gasped. "Put your finger inside. Push it inside my ass-hole."
Johnny hesitated a moment, then suddenly Caroline's body stiffened as she felt the pressure of his finger pushing sharply right up against her little elastic anal ring. Her eyes opened wideband she stared straight ahead in shock and dismay from the sheer wanton sensation. Then a low gasp rose in her throat as the sensation increased with the pressure and Johnny's finger suddenly popped right up into her tight little rectal office. She lurched forward, her whole body trembling from the fiery stimulation as the searing penetration continued on up into her most forbidden nether depths.
"Aaaaggghh! Uuuugghhh!" Caroline groaned and whimpered as Johnny's finger burrowed slowly up into her rectum in spite of her spontaneous attempts to clench her buttocks and contract the little hole in futile resistance. It sank to the first knuckle, then continued in hotly piercing intrusion until it was embedded all the way up inside her virginal anal flesh. Then she gasped again, another tremor shooting through her body as the young boy wriggled his finger deep inside her rectum, lewdly stretching the sensitive passage until she could hardly stand it.
The sensation was even more than Caroline had expected, and for a moment she feared she might not be able to go through with what she'd suggested. But she knew Johnny was really excited now, and it was too late to change her mind. It had been her idea in the first place and now she had to go through with it whether she wanted to or not.
"Now, take your finger out," she said in a quivering voice. "Take your finger out and put your penis in."
Caroline almost screamed as she felt the youngster begin to draw his finger out of the resisting tightness of her obscenely violated anus, which seemed to cling in protest in spite of the sharp pain as the finger left with a slight pop. Then she moaned even more desperately as the finger was replaced by the urgently throbbing head of Johnny's hard turgid penis.
She sobbed and moaned, her body lurching forward as she felt the blood-filled cock-head lunge up against the tightly resisting opening and begin to work slowly up inside. The sudden white-hot pain caused new tears to well in her eyes and spill in glistening droplets down her cheeks as she trembled helplessly before the young boy, flailing her head from side to side as Johnny slammed ruthlessly against her ripely upthrust buttocks and the driving shaft of his stiffened member surged hungrily upward, ever upward into her tight-fitting rectum.
Then she let a low sigh escape from her throat as she felt his pubic mound smack down tightly against her parted buttocks, and the little sac that held his testicles slapped against the sensitively trembling softness of her neglected cunt. She had taken his heatedly surging cock to the hilt in her most forbidden orifice, and she knew that now, at least, the worst must be over.
And it wasn't as bad as she'd feared. The pain was tempered by an even more vivid sensation of pleasure, however masochistic. She had wanted this, and now she was getting it. Her loins were on fire from the lewd skewering up between her wriggling ass-cheeks, which sent undeniable ripples of perverted pleasure coursing out through her body in delicious contrast to the pain.
"Now fuck me." Caroline whispered. "Fuck me nice and easy."
Johnny grunted. "Gosh it's tight, Mrs. Blake." He hesitated for a moment, trembling behind hex, then added, "It feels really good. But I don't want to hurt you."
Caroline felt another surge of warmth in her breast, making it somehow easier to bear the welling pain and degradation as she heard those tender words from the little boy who knelt behind her. He did care about her. He still cared, after everything she'd done, and that was all that, in the end, mattered.
"That's all right, Johnny," she managed bravely. "It doesn't hurt too badly."
Then she shivered as the young boy began to hunch slowly backward and forward behind her, drawing the tingling shaft of his obscenely embedded cock almost all the way out of the tight hole of her anus, then worming it relentlessly back up into her rectal depths as
Caroline hissed and groaned from the continuing searing penetration.
Then, as Johnny began to increase the length of his shattering thrust, he reached around to the front of her body and dropped his hands quickly down between her thighs to begin to stroke slowly along the tingling slit of her hotly responding pussy and over the throbbing little bud of her erect clitoris. The contrast in sensation was almost more than she could stand, and, after a moment, she began to spontaneously rock her buttocks backward, taking his jerking cock-shaft deeper and deeper into her virginally defiled anus as she began to respond in spite of the pain.
Johnny grunted excitedly at Mrs. Blake's sudden unexpected response, gradually intensifying his hard-driving thrusts, prompting louder moans and whimpers from her throat. But her cries of protest were gradually evolving into mewls of passion, and the young boy could hardly believe it as she began to screw her full flaring buttocks back against his loins, her whole body twisting and writhing toward him, her tight little anus contracting spasmodically around his throbbing penile shaft until he could hardly stand it.
For a few moments longer Caroline hung in a limbo of mingled pleasure and pain. Then suddenly she gave out with an even more desperate whimper as the wildly contrasting sensations of the two separately ravished sensual centers finally became hopelessly enmeshed. She could no longer distinguish the pain from the pleasure, and her nakedly squirming body shuddered as the shocking ricocheting waves of delight began to dart relentlessly over her perspiring flesh.
Behind her, Johnny groaned and began a staccato series of lunges from his own rapidly increasing excitement. He continued to work his finger back and forth over the rigidly twitching little bud of her clitoris and, with a sudden swelling of warmth in her breast, Caroline realized that, incredible as it seemed, she had a possibility of achieving an orgasm from even this perverted means. That was something she hadn't dreamed of when she first suggested that Johnny sodomize her. But it was going to happen. Her masochistic submission, the sheer raw intensity of the shattering penetration of her tight sensitive anus was more than she could control, and already she could feel the first distant fluttering begin up inside her depravediy responding belly. She dropped her face down to rest on her hands, sobbing with delight and relief as she realized what was going to happen. Then she began to thrust and jerk her buttocks backward even more violently as Johnny suddenly grunted and started to pump great waves of his swiftly spewing semen up into her defiled rectum, lubricating the passage until the pain faded completely and nothing was left but the wildly consuming passion of her own release.
The orgasm seemed to go on forever, building to a crescendo of consuming passion fluttering electrically through their obscenely joined bodies. Then at last Johnny sagged down heavily on top of her, and Caroline let herself go .Jimp.
A moment later she stiffened as she heard the sound of footsteps along the corridor outside.
She looked up ashamedly, expecting Dr. Whitman. Then she realized things were even worse as the door opened and Miss Throckmorton appeared, the old spinster she'd seen the first day she came to the clinic.
Chapter Ten
Caroline and Johnny had just walked back into the reception room, following the swift footsteps of the departing spinster, when the front door of the clinic opened and Dr. Whitman appeared. His assistant looked at him shamefacedly, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Johnny squirm with almost equal embarrassment beside her.
"Jesus Christ!" the dentist said. "What in hell is going on?"
The frightened divorcee shook her head but didn't answer. She knew Jack Whitman had never done her any intentional wrong, and now she didn't even have the heart to meet his gaze.
"I think I'd better go," Johnny said. "Thanks a lot for ... cleaning my teeth again," he added ridiculously as he started past the doctor toward the door.
"Just a minute," Dr. Whitman protested. "I want to know what's going on. There's a mob in front of the cafe, and they were talking about tarring and feathering you."
Caroline looked up in shock. "Tarring and feathering me?"
"That's right. What the hell is going on anyway?"
"Oh my God," Caroline said. "Mrs. Throckmorton caught us. Johnny and I. On the floor in the back of the clinic. I don't have to tell you what we were doing, do I?"
For an extended moment, Dr. Whitman stared at her in silence. Then he shook his head. "I really don't guess you do. I guess that all explains itself."
"You've got to get her out of town," said Johnny.
Caroline jerked her head to look in the direction of the young boy, again feeling a surge of gratitude at his concern for her after everything that had happened between them. Then she looked back hopefully at the doctor. She knew she had no right to ask him to help her, but he was her only hope against the pitiless indignation of the town.
"Well," Dr. Whitman said with a shrug. "I don't understand it. But I don't want to see that bunch get hold of you." He hesitated for a moment, then added, "You'd better leave your things at the apartment. I'll drive you out of town by an old deserted road I know which will get us on the highway."
"I don't know what to say," Caroline stammered. "I just want to thank you." Then she turned and grabbed Johnny, pulling the surprised youngster's face to her body, snuggling her breasts against his cheeks and kissing him on the head.
"Good-bye Johnny," she said at last.
Johnny managed to smile. "Good-bye Mrs. Blake."
Tears again beginning to spill from her eyes, the ruined blonde took Dr. Whitman's arm. Then she managed another gallant smile. "If you're still interested, doctor, I'd like to make it up to you for what happened last Friday night."
"You make it up to me?" the doctor said. "I was the one who failed."
"No, I failed too. But a night in a motel should fix that for both of us."
Dr. Whitman nodded down to the corner of the main street, and Caroline's heart almost jumped into her throat when she saw the mob of about fifteen people who were just turning the corner.
"Let's get out of here," said the doctor.
Caroline could hardly believe how generous he was being after the way she'd treated him the other night. As she climbed quickly into the front seat of the car, she vowed she would do everything she could to help him make it up to her for his failure the night they had gone to bed together.
She was sure he could do better this time, and she was determined to make sure he had no regrets about having rescued her from that angry mob.
She would make tonight one of the most exciting nights of Jack Whitman's life. She would do anything she could to please him. Anything.
And already, just the thought of the evening in store caused a thrill of anticipation to rise in her breasts as little flutters of renewed longing began to course deliciousiy through her loins as Dr. Whitman started the car and they moved away from the curb.
