Chapter 1
Lew Grady whistled happily to himself as he walked into the lobby of the Medical-Dental Building at Fifth and Salmon. The lobby was tall and stately, done in marble and gilt-edged mirrors, and heading for the elevators, Grady was impressed as he always was by the aura of professionalism and dignity it exuded. Like the tenants, he thought. Mostly a bunch of pompous old farts hiding their ignorance behind walrus moustaches and stern, authoritarian manners. All except for the one woman dentist in the whole fourteen floors, he continued thinking. Angie Thompson, that voluptuous sweetheart of a dentist on the ninth floor - she was anything but fat and pompous! Damn, a man would think she'd have something better to do than to poke around inside children's mouths!
The others in the elevator jostled the package that was under his arm, but Grady managed to reach forward and press the button for the ninth floor. He'd stopped whistling now, but there was a soft curve of a smile playing across his firm lips as he thought of Angie up there in her clean white dental office, and in his imagination he had already formed just such a better future for her than her chosen profession. At home, that's where - barefoot and pregnant and happily waiting on her man. And there was no better man for her in Grady's opinion than himself.
In Lew Grady's mind's eye, the perfect match was Miss Thompson and himself. He was the right age for her, as she was somewhere close to thirty and he had just reached thirty five two months ago. He was single and had a good business going, having his own dental laboratory with two assistants. In fact, it had been because one of his assistants hadn't been able to deliver a partial bridge to Angie that he had first met her at work. Now, of course, he delivered everything she ordered, just to have one more excuse to be around her, as well as dating her in the evenings and on weekends whenever possible.
There was no use denying it, he thought with a sigh as he stepped from the elevator on the ninth floor. He was in love with her! But why hadn't she fallen as heavily for him? Oh, she liked him enough, that was evident, and he believed that deep down inside her she did love him. But whenever he'd raise the issue of Love and Marriage, she'd skirt away as if he were throwing stones at her! God knew he'd tried to do everything to please her, and he wasn't exactly ugly. His grey eyes were bright and intelligent in a sun-bronzed, high-cheekboned face. He always dressed impeccably, with the latest fashions and colors, and his long, purposely shaggy black hair was carefully coiffured and trimmed every two weeks to keep it in perfect style. No, this was a question which had bedeviled him ever since he'd first declared his love for Angie, and it was a question he'd only been able to answer one way: Angie Thompson was a Fern Lib nut.
Damn that fanatical roommate of hers, Sheryl Waters! Angie would have to share a house with that twenty-three year old shrew and be poisoned by her anti-male attitudes! Now Angie was determined to prove herself ... as if she had to with her natural equipment! Sheryl was always trying to drag Angie to those stupid Women Forward! meetings, and it had been a continual fight for Grady to undo the damage those witches did. God, if only Angie would let herself go once and be the woman she was intended to be!
Lew Grady walked into the small waiting room of his girl friend's office, and, not hearing the sound of a drill, continued down the short corridor to her workroom. His thin smile of before broadened into a brilliant grin as he saw her across the room, bending over her desk with her back to him. Good! There was no one waiting for her, and no one in the dental chair; he'd timed it just right!
He watched the curvaceous woman silently for a moment, sucking in his breath as his eyes roamed over her taut buttocks outlined temptingly beneath the thin white office smock, and her trim, tapering legs that were smooth enough not to require stockings. By God, she was enough to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window!
"Hey, Angel," he said. "Turn around and meet your maker!"
"Wha...?" Startled, Angie Thompson spun around, and it took an instant for her to register who was there. She was almost as tall as Lew, pale-skinned and very straight, with long thighs, narrow hips and virginally firm breasts. Her eyes were big and of the same dark chestnut color of her long, silky hair, and there was an elfin hint of something wicked under brows that had the lovely curve of a gull's wing. Her face was smoothly sculpted and finely chiseled, but at the moment her red mouth was passionate with disapproval, her dark eyes fierce and proud and tameless as those of a young eagle.
"Lew!" she said in a crisp tone, "How many times have I told you not to call me 'Angel'?"
Grady shrugged with good humor. "Why not? Your name is Angelique, isn't it?"
"I prefer to be called Angie," she sniffed, "or if not that, then Miss Thompson."
"Why?" he taunted her. "Angelique too soft and feminine?"
"Ohhh, you're impossible at times, Lew!"
Grady laughed, and went over to put the package on her desk. "Here," he said. "I've brought over the inlay for the Behan kid. You said you wanted it in a hurry."
"Thank you," she said, mollified. "That was awful sweet of you. Todd Behan is coming in this afternoon for it."
"Well, the rush service will cost you," he said jauntily. "It'll cost you one lunchtime with me, and I'm here to collect the fee right now."
"My Lord, is it noon already?" Angie glanced at the small gold watch strapped to her wrist and shook her head. "It's almost twelve-thirty! Where has this morning gone?"
"Ah, your dedication is unbelievable," he kidded her. "Come on, grab your coat and we'll try out that new Italian restaurant up the street."
"I ... I can't Lew. I'm terribly sorry, but I just can't take the time off today. I've an appointment at one, and then there's Todd Behan at one forty-five...."
"For crying out loud, Angie," Lew replied, his words abruptly clipped, his tone in articulation of disappointment edged with anger. "I mean ... I can understand you've got work to do, but this is carrying it too far, not even having time out for lunch. Damnit, this isn't how you should live!"
"That's my choice to make, isn't it?" Angie glared, the words stinging her ire. "You're beginning to sound just like father, with his "throwing my life away" lectures, and his talk of 'a woman's place .. .' " "Well, I can't say I disagree with him," Grady retorted. "I think it's marvelous that you're smart enough to go through college and dental school and set up shop, but there has to be more to life than filling teeth!"
The young brunette's lips compressed tightly, making a little white ring about the edge of her scarlet lipstick, and she bobbed her head in a curt, characteristic gesture of determination. She said: "It isn't a matter of filling teeth, as you so crudely put it, Lew. I realize that I must appear silly to you, being a woman and ail ... but I wish you'd try to see that it's just because lam a woman that makes it so important. It's the desire to prove that a woman's life is more than washing dishes and breeding sons; a feeling of accomplishment that I must try and satisfy within myself. Please, won't you try to understand?"
He studied her intently for a long moment, then stepped nearer to cover her long, clip-nailed fingers with his own strong hand. "Fine, I'll subscribe to that. But women have been making marks in the business world for years, without sacrificing the satisfactions of love and a family. My sister was a nurse, you know, and then she married a doctor and settled down to help him in his office. It was a great combination that satisfied everybody."
"I guess it would be," she agreed. "But I suppose a lot of it has to do with how you're raised. I'm an only child, and my mother had plenty of time on her hands, but all she did was nag my father. Of course, that's the way my father wanted it, always putting her down, trampling on her personality, trying to make her a slave to the house."
Lew Grady found himself closely appraising his angry girl friend. Her short verbal description of family background had caught him by surprise, for she was not one given to baring her innermost feelings. He told her: "You never mentioned that before, Angie. Do you ... dislike your father for what he did?"
Angie shrugged her shoulders. "No, not really. I think it was more the times, because most men felt that way back then. But the problem is, most men still feel that way, and resent it if women try to be equal."
"And this devotion of yours now has evolved out of all this?"
Instantly, she sensed a certain bite in his tone and it offended her. It seemed that their relationship suffered a constant up and down pattern, subject to Lew's unpredictable, chameleon moods, and these, she surmised, were due to her refusal to give in to him. To become, she felt, the same subservient dependent to him as her mother had become to her father. And Lew could be cruel, almost ruthless about the subject, right in the middle of something beautiful and meaningful ... but she would never give in to him or any man until she was accepted as an equal and on her own terms.
It wasn't that she didn't care for this handsome man, for she had grown progressively more fond of Lew Grady over the weeks he'd been with her, but this burning ambition to show the world that a woman could be independent was a dream she'd nourished since she was a teenager. To give it all up now, even for Lew, would be to leave that dream behind her, and she was certain that the empty hollow in her life would not be filled by dedicating herself to pleasing him alone.
But now, realizing she had already piqued his male ego by refusing his luncheon date, Angie desperately wanted to avoid hurting his pride further by lashing back at him. Instead she said quietly: "I suppose it just gradually overcame me as I got older and wiser. You only have to look around to see how women are denied education and a chance to succeed on their own merits. I did ... and the more I was put down for trying, the more I vowed I'd win."
"Oh, Angie ... Angie...." Lew sighed, gripped in the tormenting conflict of his emotions. On one hand, he knew he loved her more than ever for being the adamant and steadfast woman she was - who wanted a girl without spirit? And yet, his passionate yearnings to possess her, body and soul, were being frustrated at every turn until he thought he'd go crazy with his unfulfilled desire. Her pale beauty stunned him, and now, holding her hand and standing within inches of her warm, fragrant body, he was literally overwhelmed with the need to touch her face, to run his fingers through her long dark hair, to kiss her and hold her and make love to her until she surrendered to him. He was probably being damned childish about it - in fact, he knew he was - but still, he wasn't able to help himself.
His other arm began to snake slowly around her tiny waist, sweeping her closer to him until he was able to whisper into her ear: "Angie ... darling, you're putting this noble quest of yours before what's natural. Before what's right and natural - our love, our future together. Don't you realize that?"
Angie squirmed uncomfortably in her boy friend's embrace, placing her hands up between his arms and pressing against his chest until she had disentangled herself. "I haven't agreed to marry you, Lew, if that's what you mean. I don't want to even consider the subject, not for some time to come, but even if I did say yes, that doesn't give you the right to start pawing a helpless woman in her own office!"
"Helpless?" Again Grady laughed, this time mocking and bitter with irritation. He pinned her back against the desk, and smiled strangely down into her lovely face. "You're anything but helpless, Angie. You're about as helpless as a panther!"
With that, he suddenly pressed his body against her, grinding his loins tightly against the front of the light cotton smock she was wearing. Angie's brown eyes widened with surprise and indignation as she felt something unexpectedly hard pressing into the flat plane of her belly, and the thirty year old woman made a concentrated effort to gain control of the rapidly disintegrating situation. She gasped angrily and attempted to struggle away from the stiff, poker-like bulge that was urgently digging into the softness of her lower abdomen all too evident even through the layers of clothing they both wore. Above her, Lew's implacable smile seemed to her to widen with an unbearable arrogance, as though he were enjoying her anxiety and discomfort. He held her more tightly, pushing harder against her until his weight trapped her desperately wriggling body securely against her desk.
"Lew, for heaven's sake! Let me go this instant!" she cried out. Distress was evident on every feature of her beseeching face as she looked up at the dark-haired man. "You know I don't like this! I won't be manhandled - now stop it!"
But her words seemed to have no effect, either on her now lewdly grinning boy friend or on the ominously pulsing rod of flesh that was straining against her resisting belly. "Aw, come on, Angie, he pleaded harshly at her. "You know you want me holding you like this. You know deep down inside you do! Why fight it?"
"I don't want it, Lew, I don't!" the squirming woman moaned. "Let me go, please!" Her eyes darted anxiously around the room to see if anyone had somehow come in the office unannounced and were witnessing her embarrassment. Lord, if one of her young patients saw her like this, she'd never live it down! She'd die of mortification! Angie was relieved to see that she and Lew were still alone, but then she felt a sudden stab of fear as well, for she realized that there was no one to assist her if she needed help in controlling him.
Suddenly she realized that Lew was drawing her into a heady, clinging embrace, and was whispering wetly into her ear. "You drive me wild," he cooed softly. "God, every time I'm around you, I go nuts with wanting you so badly!"
"D-Don't even talk like that!" she groaned, frightened by the unusual boldness he was now displaying. "Have you been drinking?"
"No, it's you who's making me drunk, Angie!"
Before she could find the breath to protest, she felt his one hand grasp her chin and tilt it upward toward his face. Then she could taste the warm moistness of his lips as his mouth came down hotly over hers, and his tongue slithered deep into her mouth, searching for the softness of her own tongue.
The reluctant female dentist had to admit that her boy friend's firm manly body felt good pressed against her, its sinewy strength beating against the supple roundness of her breasts. Instinctively, her body began to respond to his subtle caresses, molding her willing flesh to him with every fiber of her strength. It shocked her, realizing she was involuntarily responding this way to him. Lew Grady possessed an affable charm and forceful personality, and was one of the most desirable men she had ever met. The urge to shout yes! to him was nearly uncontrollable ...
But it was stopped dead, checked as always by the black and terrible cloud of her disastrous past hanging overhead.
"Oh God, no Lew," she whimpered as he released the tenderness of her quivering lips for a moment. Haunted by a fear of what might follow, Angie clenched her hands into fists and pushed as hard as she could against his chest to break the lock of his arms. "No ... no more, I'm expecting a patient! Please, you have to let me go!"
"You said your patient wasn't due until one o'clock," he answered in a throaty rasp. "We have plenty of time ... and it's past time that you started acting like the woman you obviously are!"
With no further warning, he abruptly tightened his enfolding arms about her and once more crushed his mouth down wetly on her trembling lips. Disregarding her indignantly mumbled protests, he slid one hand down over the thin fabric of her dental smock to gently stroke the firm smooth flesh of her upper thigh. Then he clamped his fingers lewdly around one of the swelling cheeks of her buttocks, pressing her loins even more demandingly to his own.
For a terrified moment, the young brunette fought even more desperately to escape his unwelcome caresses, but then her traitorously accepting body ceased its struggle. In spite of her fervent resolve not to, she was beginning to respond to the eager passion of his kneading hand around her tautly straining buttocks. This was a scene that had happened to her many times before - with other men, in other settings - ever since she was old enough to date, at the age of sixteen. Angie prayed that Lew Grady would not try anything further, and that he would soon stop his rude demands and understand that she really did not want or enjoy his embrace ... not like this, at any rate. For a wistful moment, she wished she could truly let go of her inhibitions, just for one time, and do what should come naturally to her as a mature woman ... but the wounds that had been inflicted by another man a decade before were simply too deep and still unhealed.
Somewhere in the depths of her consciousness, Angie felt the tempting awareness of Lew's arousing kisses, the gentle yet massaging pressure of his clenching fingers around her buttocks and slender waist, and the insistent throb of his excited penis against the yielding flesh of her trembling belly ... but she was still too afraid, afraid of the pain and heartless laughter she had endured once before, to allow herself to give in now. The dedication which had turned her into an independent and self-reliant woman was built on the need to prove her worth, just as she'd told Lew Grady ... but it was also a dedication to avoid the nameless terrors of which she dare not admit ...
"No ... no, Lew, please, no...."she moaned, her words lost from the constriction of his lips.
"Why not, Angie? Why not, just like men and women do all the time ... what Nature built them to do?" His hand continued to stroke her pulsating thigh and buttocks, and then he lowered his lips to her pleading mouth once again, his tongue darting out to slip between her teeth. Angie moaned in desperation. He was too strong for her physically, and now her body was a loose bundle of raw nerves, her mind rapidly losing control over it ... Then suddenly his other hand snaked up along her quivering belly to cup one of her full, brassiere-encased breasts, sending tiny licking flames of unwanted excitement rushing over her vulnerable flesh.
Small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the softly pulsing tips of her awakening pussy, until, abruptly, the realization of what she was allowing to happen struck her. Again, the old fears and horrors returned! She thought about breaking away and running ... running to escape this man ... but she doubted that her legs would support her now. He held her tight, his hands hot and smooth on her breast and her buttocks, and he ground his loins harshly against her thigh. She could tell that his penis was hard, and that it had expanded into full blood-engorged erection that was bursting to get out of his pants and into her ...
"Stop!" she cried. "Oh no ... no!" With near superhuman strength, she squirmed away from his grip. "Let's ... calm down, Lew! We can't do it, not here, not now! I'm not some street slut you can ... you can take just like that!"
"I know you're not, Angie," Lew breathed into her ear. God, how his cock ached, and his balls were crying out from the pressure of his building cum! "But you are a woman," he said with slow, thick desire. "And someday somebody is going to get sick and tired of playing your game and he's going to ram it to you! I want it to be me!"
The trembling woman winced involuntarily at his cruel words. They reminded her of the one night she had been trying so hard to forget for the past ten years ... that night with Sebastian Lombard, her first instructor at dental college. So suave and debonair he'd been! And she, so impressionable and naive, too innocent to recognize what a cold-hearted sadist he truly was. Yes... that one terrible night at his apartment, when her long-guarded virginity had been torn away from her without regard to her feelings or cries of pain ... His brutal rape had haunted her ever since. That same night she had gathered her clothing together and run from his bedroom, sobbing and stumbling tearfully to the nearest police station.
That had been the ultimate humiliation, to blurt out her sordid attack, and then have those hairy brute men in uniform laugh at her. Laugh! "Come to us with a cockamamie story of rape, will you?" they'd thundered at her. "Come to us about this guy you know getting into your pants ... and now you don't like what happened, eh? Not a mark on you and you were too scared to scream? Well, it's your word against his. Take that kind of case to a judge, and he'll throw it right back in your face! Go on, get out of here and let us do some real work, lady ... you probably got him going so hot he couldn't stop ... you asked for it...!"
You asked for it! God, how she had slunk off to her home that night, feeling completely despoiled and degraded by men! Brutes! All of them nothing but beasts! And worse, after she had somehow gathered the courage to go back to dental college - yes, and even attend that hateful teacher's classes - she had felt herself increasingly bitter toward men. Instead, her naturally erotic thoughts began to center more and more on her innocent past, when she'd still been a virgin and her dates had been young immature youths who were as naive and fumbling as she'd been.
Angie trembled a moment as her mind harkened back to those quiet afternoons in college, "when she had been studying in the privacy of her room. She remembered how, so often, the slowly growing yearning for sexual fulfillment would gradually filter through her mind until it would conquer her thoughts, and how the imaginary figures of leanly tapering bodies would strike an immediate chord of response in her unsatisfied body. Yes ... her imaginary lovers were boys, not men, because, to her inner mind, they were "safe" for her to respond to and enjoy, even though she knew such an attraction was not right.
She remembered how, so often she would find herself touching her own breasts, the irresistible sensations of desire racing through her veins, causing her to tear off her clothes and frantically finger-fuck her swollen pink vagina until she had reached a soul-shattering orgasm alone on her dormitory bed. Each time Angie had wished that a young child could have been tender and inexperienced enough for her to teach the sexual passions that she was experiencing under her own manipulations ... and, each time, she had always felt ashamed and disgusted afterwards at her terrible weakness.
She had vowed over and over to never repeat her sinful masturbations ... only to find herself a victim of the same electric stimulations tingling through her helpless body the next time she dreamed of developing, naked young boys ...
And, after graduation, when she had set up her dental practice, she had discovered that her nightmarish troubles were just beginning. In the absence of a satisfying love affair with a man, Angie's lewdly compelling desire had grown to the point where she was covetously desiring to seduce her own patients! She had resisted her insistent demands for relief, turning desperately to the women's liberation movement as a means of growing a shell around her and had become stronger as an individual. At one of the Women Forward! meetings, she had met twenty-three year old Sheryl Waters, who lived in a large house with her twenty-five year old brother, Frank. Sheryl had invited Angie to move in, and, since Frank was too young to appeal to her, Angie had gratefully accepted, knowing that Sheryl's presence would be a deterrent force to help keep her wanton mind off little boys. But still, the passions rose inside of her body, and, still, in the loneliness of her bedroom, she masturbated to relieve the tension.
She had spent the last few years this way, miserably fighting off one after another of the aging men who were fascinated by her lithe, well-rounded figure, until she had finally met Lew Grady. The handsome man was kind and considerate, and she had gradually learned to trust him as the weeks went by. She intuitively knew he was sincere about wanting to marry her, and it had come as a shock to her to find that she genuinely cared for him. But to care for a man was one thing, and to love him was another. Despite the fact that he was exciting the tingling nerves of her body, she knew she could never feel real, overwhelming passion for him and thereby commit herself completely to his loving caresses. God, if there was only some way she could tell him the truth! Yet, she knew that, if she ever did confess her secret longing for little boys, it would twist whatever love he held for her into cold hatred. Dear God, what could she do? What was the answer...?
Suddenly, her body stiffened, and she was mentally jerked back to the reality of her present situation as Lew began pulling her loins harder than ever against his own. He massaged the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks from behind once more, his mouth locking down again upon hers with a frantic urgency. She heard her breath coming in tiny mewling gasps, and the muscles of her body were as taut as a bow-string as they reacted of their own volition to the delicious teasings of Lew's gripping fingers. She clenched her teeth together, fighting the surging emotions of her flesh with all her might, but the pervading fingers of his one hand nipping against her breasts, and the hardness of his penis against her trembling belly, brought further moans of helpless submission from deep in her throat. God, in spite of her past, Lew was succeeding in arousing her! Maybe there was hope yet ... for she was starting to become excited in the way a healthy female ought to! Perhaps she could become normal and not let her fear of masculine betrayal nor her unspeakably wicked dreams of teenage boys ruin her future! But, all the while, there was a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of her stomach, fighting off the intensity of her response ...
"Ohhhh, Lew! Please don't do this!" she pleaded, almost close to tears from her conflict of emotions. But the man's hands fondled the tight, cloth-encased cheeks of her buttocks, unaware of the battle which was raging in Angie's mind. Angie struggled harder ... but his kisses burned hotly and his left hand closed teasingly over her throbbing breast, absorbing its voluptuously firm flesh ...
"Oh ... oh ... oh...."she chanted almost mindlessly now, alive with the forbidden and fearful sensations. His hands, his tongue, his whole enveloping body enflamed her, and she gasped from the sudden craving which was rapidly overcoming her resistance. And still, came the pungent thought that she didn't want to stop him or herself ... that, this time perhaps, she would learn to respond as she should to a man . ..
The troubled brunette made no effort toward stopping her hotly aroused boy friend, as his hand traveled tauntingly around her buttocks, down her leg to the hem of her smock, and then back up underneath it along the trembling satin flesh of her naked thigh ... then up, up to the narrow leg-band of her thin white bikini panties. A panicky shiver raced through Angie's sex-inflamed mind, barely coherent in her chaotic thoughts ... No ... No, she couldn't let this happen ... But yes! Yes! Oh God, his fingers feel so good... So warm and gentle and good...
A low purring of hungered abandonment escaped from the tormented woman's lips, and her breath came in increasingly heavy spurts, blood surging through her veins. Lew smiled lustfully down at her, and then pressed her back against the table, leaning her over until she was forced to slide up onto its paper-covered top and lie back with her legs dangling over the edge.
"Yes, Angel, yes...." he intoned with harsh, panting breath. "We're finally going to make it, you and I ... We're finally going to break down that barrier of yours...."
Gently, the dental technician pushed her down all the way until her head hit the base of the small reading lamp and her upper torso twisted in mounting agitation. She undulated her buttocks with rising passion, as if her body were responding to some mind other than her own, and raised her arms to Lew in needful supplication. He, in turn, pushed between her legs until he was standing with his hips holding wide her inner thighs, his bulging loins jerking insistently against the panty-covered mound of her sensitive vagina. He leaned far over her, and his searing mouth pressed hard against her pliant lips, while his hands continued to fondle her aching breasts and down along her legs, sliding up and down her inner thighs, brushing against the burning, vibrant crevice of her tender pussy as he maneuvered her office smock up around her waist.
''Oh Lew ... oh Lew, you mustn't.. . ohhhhhh," she moaned time and time again. She gasped in unwanted excitement as his fingers insinuated themselves inside the narrow elastic waistband of her panties, and she cringed from his fiery touch upon her naked flesh. In self-defense, her mind tried to preserve the vestiges of her fear and horror, even as her stimulated body succumbed with its prurient desire. "No ... no, don't..."
Then the older man, unheeding of her weakened pleas for mercy, fingered the softly yielding slit of her swollen cunt, stroking the hair-covered pussy lips and burrowing lewdly between them and deep inside. Angie couldn't seem to control herself as she involuntarily raised her hips in helpful deliberations, clenching her secretion-wet thighs tightly together so he could easily slip the moistened panties down ... down over her trembling white thighs and slender legs ... down to where they fell on the floor beside her desk. She could feel with obscene delight the coolness of her air-conditioned office gently caress her naked inner flesh and moist pink vaginal crevice as her legs parted again in lewd, uncontrollable invitation. "Oh God!" she panted up into the silence of the room. "Oh God, we mustn't!
I ... I'm so afraid!"
"But we must, darling! You know we must, and you want me to touch you between the legs as much as I do!" Lew Grady groaned with the boiling demands of his hotly hardened penis and sperm-bloated testicles, feverish now to possess the warm hair-rimmed slit that was slowly and inexorably devouring his fingers up inside. The sight of his dentist-girl friend lying half-naked across the top of her desk, with her office smock pushed up around her waist, her head lolling and her legs jerking spasmodically on either side of his hips, was making him quiver with unrestrainable animal desire as he ground himself as tightly as he could against her passion-throbbing cunt. His burgeoning cock surged with small aching pulses in his pants while he parted the sensitive slit of her vaginal opening with his middle finger and teased the soft, surrounding fringe of dark pubic hair. He heard Angie mewl with spiraling desire from the electrifying shock of his caresses and watched her as she rotated her naked buttocks around on the desk top when he made ecstatic contact with her throbbing little clitoris.
From where the young lab owner stood between her legs, he could look down and gaze unhindered at all of her widespread pink pussy, stretched open to expose its coral smoothness and tiny clitoral bud, her twitching vaginal lips swollen with arousal and glistening with droplets of warm cuntal secretions like dew on the petals of a fragrant rose. Jesus! All he had to do was lower his pants and plunge straight ahead! His lust-hardened penis would be in direct line with that darker pink cuntal passage begging like a hungry mouth to feed upon his lewdly sawing fingers! He couldn't remember when the sight of a naked pussy had excited him more! He had to have her! He had to fuck her now or his balls would explode like hand grenades.!
Maddening patterns of indecency continued to consume the sensation-filled woman dentist. She could feel the fleshy hair-fringed lips of her moist cuntal furrow assaulted with Lew's ever-burrowing fingers, and she groaned from deep in her throat as his probing fingertips teased every fiber of her fully exposed pussy. She was ashamed and sick at the way she was acting, displaying her most private parts in wanton revelry on top of her own office desk, and she was humiliated beyond belief by her loss of control to this rapacious man. But still she undulated her desire-maddened thighs in helpless response as Lew Grady stood teasingly between them, splaying her trembling legs wider apart until one shoeless foot rubbed up and down the walnut surface of the desk drawers with uncontained passion. She knew in dazed, subconscious anguish that the sight of her nakedly splayed loins was inflaming Lew with brutal craving, but somehow the forbidden pleasure of being viewed by this man only increased her unwanted desires. She whipped her dark hair from side to side and ground her warmly quivering buttocks down harshly against the littered desk in a futile effort to escape his impatiently rutting fingers, a moan of self-loathing and indecision bubbling from her tightly clenched lips. Yet Lew's hands never ceased their teasing manipulations of her sensitive cunt, and, despairingly, she realized there was no escape for her now, and her affection for the older man was only inciting her further. She wanted him! Oh God, at last she wanted a man, this man! Ohhhh, how she wanted him! She was fighting a battle with herself that she had desperately desired to lose for years...!
And then she heard the short quick hissing sound and knew it was the unmistakable signal of his pants being unzipped! She could feel that one of his hands that had been kneading her cunt was away and struggling to lower his trousers. She tried to scream in protest, but her voice froze in her tightly constricted throat. Spread-eagled, her legs wrapped around the determined man's hips, she could only stare along the valley between her pulsating breasts with tear-wet eyes. In her pain-flecked vision, she saw Lew Grady finally manage to drop his pants around his ankles and wriggle his shorts over his fleshy buttocks and thighs to expose his flushed, blood-hardened erection. The heavy shaft of adult male flesh hovered rigidly from his hirsute loins, its blunt purplish head spearing with lewd menace toward her defenselessly cringing vagina, the huge, sperm-swollen testicles hanging pendulous and sensate at its base.
It was just at that very horrifying instant that her old teacher, Sebastion Lombard, loomed back up in Angie's tortured brain. He - and not her boy friend, Lew - was standing there leering nakedly down at her, and the face she imagined above her was contorted with a contemptuous sneer of lewd superiority. She could feel the thick rubbery tip of his swollen penis pressing forward against the naked lips of her wide-splayed pussy, and she knew it was bloated with sexual ecstasy - an ecstasy she was still mortally afraid to accept!
"Stop it! Stop it!" the woman dentist cried out, thrusting her hands against the desk top and writhing to lift herself, nearly delirious with her last defiant rejection of a man's sexual penetration. "Oh Lord, let me up! Let me gooo!"
"Goddamnit!" Lew growled back. "It's too late to back out now, Angel!" He refused to remove his middle finger, which was still continuing the outrageous rampage of her tender, cowering pussy. He teased the nub of her erect clitoris and moved still closer, leaning over her to hold her flat to the desk, his mouth trying to close over hers to choke off her cry of protest.
She turned her head to avoid his face and fluttered her eyes as a scream gurgled up from low in her throat. She stared down over her lewdly supine body, unable to believe that, after all these years, she was to be raped again, against her will. But, insistently, Lew Grady held his lust-incited penis with his other hand and bore against her with evil concentration, guiding his angrily throbbing cock-head right toward her naked vagina. It was gigantic to Angie, larger than Sebastian Lombard's cock had been when it ripped away her virginity a decade before. How could she take that up in her belly and enjoy it? It was impossible, no matter how much she might love the man! She fought him savagely, trying to raise her legs so she could lock them together, while, at the same time, tightening her straining thighs together as hard as she could to deny entrance to the naked man trapped between them.
Lew gritted his teeth and pressed against her harder, wailing: "God, Angel, I need you now! I've got to have you, don't you see? Oh shit, I'm so excited, I'm going to cum, and I want to cum inside you!" He groaned again, skewering her moist hot cuntal slit faster and deeper with his middle finger, using the rest of his hand to pry her fleshy vaginal lips apart so he could plunge inside of her with one final lunge of his hips.
Then Angie was unable to stop her muscular boy friend from pressing the blood-bloated head of his immense penis against the softness of her dark pubic curls as he endeavored to hold her pussy crevice wide apart with his hand. He desired nothing more than to shove his pulsating cock deep into her unguarded belly, she could see that now ... He was no better than all the other men who'd lusted after her with their hot pawing hands and thick hairy bodies! She squeezed the muscles of her helpless cunt together as tightly as she could, until the sinews along her inner thighs stood out in aching relief. She heaved and bucked against his urgent hardness in her wild effort to dislodge this hateful man's unwanted invasion, almost hysterical in her terror of being raped again.
"Good God, I can't wait any longer!" Lew Grady blurted heatedly. "I'm going to cum and I have to cum inside of you!"
"No, Lew!" she screamed back in delirious torment. "I don't want it! Not ever ... ever ... ever!" She could feel the spasmodic throbbings against her tightly pressing inner thighs and the wetness of his warm seminal fluid that oozed in excited droplets onto her firmly protesting vaginal lips. She steeled herself to hold his pressuring cock back from between her desperately clenching pussy slit in a final effort to keep from being fucked against her will. Once inside, there'd be no stopping him! Then- Lew groaned out in a low, curdling moan, "Angel, Angel, baby, I'm cumming! Oh Jesus, I'm cumming...!"
Grady suddenly stiffened as he stood between her legs, and his hardened penis began to jump uncontrollably against her fear-locked vagina. The moaning woman could feel a great flood of hot cream-like sperm abruptly shoot forth across her nakedly rippling belly, up as far as the uniform bunched around her tiny waist, and down to the quivering folds of her struggling young pussy. Its obscene heat made her think she was being inundated by a seemingly never-ending flood of liquid fire, and she was only able to stare in horrified fascination down between her breasts as his cock jerked with wave after wave of torrential semen.
At last, his testicles now drained completely empty, Lew Grady staggered from between his whimpering girl friend's naked legs in almost exhausted passion. He looked down at his now rapidly deflating penis as it spewed the final dregs of his cum in a sticky trail across the smooth tile of her office floor. Then, awkwardly trapped with his pants around his ankles, he stooped to pull his jocky shorts back up, wiping the dripping head of his cock with the soft cotton material. That was all Angie could stand. She rolled over on the desk in shameful silence, unable to face him further.
"Well, now you see what happens when you tease a man long enough," Lew growled, livid with his own embarrassment. "You're too much of a woman to ignore, Angie, that's the trouble. You're just too damned much of a woman."
Am I? she questioned herself mournfully. No... not in the sense Lew means it. If I were truly a woman, I'd be loving him up inside my belly right now, instead of this ... this fear and disgust I feel.
"You're made to be loved and touched by a man," Lew went on despairingly, buckling his pants back on. "Instead, you're so wrapped up in this fern lib junk that you think men are worthless. You should climb down off that pedestal sometime and let me give you a good healthy fuck, just to show you I'm good for something besides dental work."
At the sound of his obscenity, the mature brunette's pale face flushed with red, and she wrenched herself off the desk to stand in quivering indignation before him. No matter what she was - or wasn't - that didn't give him the right to speak to her so crudely!
"You're a brute, Lew Grady, an animal! I don't want to ever see you again!" Hot tears of shame filled her eyes and her hands clenched into two tiny fists at her sides. "My body belongs to me, and I've the right to choose my partners, and ... and, at least, I thought I could trust you to honor that! But you're worse than all the rest of you men! At least the others were honest about just wanting to make love to me. You - you pretended to love me, and then you suddenly attack me when my guard is lowered a little! Ohhhh, I hate you!"
"Why, you're nothing but a prick-tease," he snapped disdainfully back at her. "A cold-cunted prune! I'm beginning to see that tying you down and ripping your clothes off is about the only way a man will ever end up screwing you!"
Before Angie could splutter out a reply, Lew's hand darted forward and cupped one of her firmly jutting breasts. Holding it tightly, he pinched the nipple under her smock until the tiny nerve-filled bud stood out like a hidden button under the fabric. Too shocked to respond, Angie could only make a slight, strangled cry before she broke away from him. "Get out of here!" she screamed at him. "Get out of my office, Lew Grady, and never come back!"
Grady's mocking laughter rang out through the room. "Someday, Angel," she heard his deep masculine voice taunt as he headed for the door, "Someday, I'll see to it that we have a little party all our own. And, mark my words, you'll thank me for it when it's over!"
"No! No, never!" she shouted after his retreating back, "Never, never, never!"
But then he was gone, and she was alone in the stifling oppressiveness of her dental office. "Never," she moaned tearfully to herself and huddled against the desk in trembling misery. Slowly she gathered up her fallen panties from the floor, and then bunching her smock up around her waist as Lew had done, she spread her thighs slightly and used the panties in a humiliating effort to cleanse herself. She wiped away the wetness of his sperm with them as best she could and then threw the semen-drenched nylon into a drawer of her desk to shut them out of her sight.
"Never," she moaned again to herself as she gathered together the jumbled papers on her desk. She attempted to sort them out, hardly able to read their printing for the tears blurring her vision. "Never," she promised once again, but, deep down in her hidden soul, a small voice kept calling out: Yes, Lew... Yes, try. Come back and try, and maybe I'll become the woman you think I am ... Oh God, I pray I will...