The next day was Saturday, one of the two days Donna and Prudence were off.   In theory Sally and Meg had two days off during the week, but in reality they took time off only if they had something else to do.  Most weeks they worked the same seven days as Mavis did.  Families didn't take days off.  That was the way they looked at it. <br><br>

Mavis got up early, as usual.  Saturdays were like any other day to her.  She expected her hips to ache, like they usually did, but she felt fine.   In fact, as she thought about it, she felt wonderful.  The memory of what had happened in the bathroom rushed back upon her and she felt heat in her chest.   She'd forgotten how good that could feel.   As she dressed she wondered how anyone could forget that feeling.<br><br>


Meg was at the stove, and already had bacon frying.<br><br>


"Morning," she said.  "Sleep good?"<br><br>


It was an innocent greeting ... one they had shared hundreds of times.   Mavis was suddenly suspicious there was a deeper meaning to the question though.<br><br>


"Fine.  Just fine," she said in her usual semi-gruff voice.<br><br>


"That's good," said Meg, who appeared to be thinking of something else.  It was obvious that the only added meaning to her greeting had been added by Mavis herself, and she felt bad about that.<br><br>


"Actually, I slept like a log," she said.   "I haven't slept that good in twenty years."   There.  She had called attention to it herself.  Now if Meg had anything to say she could just say it.<br><br>


Meg's greeting had been automatic and unthinking.  She had been thinking about the few seconds she had seen Bobby, hunched over Mavis, his hips driving forward hard enough to shake Mavis' whole body.   Mavis' arms had been spread wide, lying limply on the floor, her legs also spread wide, but up, pointing at the corners of the ceiling.   Her body had jiggled as Bobby pounded into her.   Mavis' veiled reference to that broke through her concentration and she looked at Mavis, actually seeing her for the first time that morning.   She looked remarkably fresh ... almost younger somehow.<br><br>


Meg didn't actually want to talk about it.   If things just went on the way they were she'd be happy enough.   Talking about it would lead to decisions, and she was afraid about those decisions.
<br><br>

"What do you want me to say?" she asked.
<br><br>

Mavis didn't want to talk about it either, to be truthful.   She had NOT meant for any of that to happen.   The fact that it had still puzzled her.  If she'd been born and raised in Louisiana she'd have believed someone had used Voodoo, or a magic potion on her or something.  And Meg, young though she was, was a good woman, and a good friend.   Something else she didn't want was for this to tear them all apart.
<br><br>

"I don't know, Meg.   I don't understand any of this," she finally said.  "That wasn't me in there last night."
<br><br>

"Well pardon me," said Meg, looking straight at her.  "It sure looked like it was you."
<br><br>

"You saw?" something shriveled up inside of Mavis and she felt shame.
<br><br>

"Only a little," said Meg.  She wanted to say "I never saw anything like that before!", but instead she said "It was ... interesting."  She turned back to the bacon.
<br><br>

Well, that wasn't exactly an indictment, thought Mavis.  "What I meant was that I didn't mean for that to happen.  I don't even understand HOW it happened."
<br><br>

Meg sighed.  "I know.  It was the same with me.   One minute I was just washing him, and the next thing I knew my dress was on the floor."  She darted a look at Mavis to see what her reaction was to that.  Mavis was staring, but she didn't look angry.
<br><br>

Mavis had to admire the woman for being so forthright in a tense situation.  Rather than go any deeper she tried to re-enforce the bond between them.
<br><br>

"Well thank you again for getting me a dress.  I'd have looked like a drowned rat wearing the old one out."   
<br><br>

"What are you going to do?" asked Meg, more interested in the bacon than any bacon deserved.
<br><br>

Mavis didn't want to think about that either.  
<br><br>

"I don't know."   She sat at the table, suddenly tired.  "I just don't know."
<br><br>

Meg turned full on to her boss.  "Please don't make him leave Mavis.   I promise I'll never touch him again, but please don't make him leave."   There were tears in her eyes.
<br><br>

Mavis realized the depth of feeling Meg had for the boy.   Then she thought briefly about the depth of feeling SHE had for the boy.   Then she thought about the fact that, after what he'd done to her ... with her ... last night, it was simply ludicrous to think of him as a boy.
<br><br>

"I wasn't thinking about you," she said.   "I was thinking about me.   If last night was anything to gauge by, if I let him stay around here there will be pregnant women to deal with."
<br><br>

Meg's eyes got big.  "But Sally and I haven't done THAT with him.  We only touch him ... and he touches us, of course, but that's all.  Only Prudence let him ..."   She trailed off as she realized she had spilled every bean she had in her bucket.
<br><br>

Mavis was shocked.   She had just assumed that all the women had done the same thing she had done.   She didn't know if having the facts changed anything or not.   She remembered quite clearly when her own husband had taken her WAY past the line she'd set for them when they were courting.   Then she concentrated on what Bobby had done with her.   She couldn't think of a single thing he'd done that she hadn't asked him to do, or helped him do.    Well, there was the fact that he'd undressed her.  And, of course there was that first feel of his mouth on her.   That had been a surprise.  But then all he'd done was wash her.  It had been Mavis Milleson who had pulled him out of the tub, and onto the floor, and between her legs.   All he had done was give her what she so desperately needed.

Mavis looked up at Meg, who was still standing and staring at her.   Her carefully tended bacon was smoking now, and would be burning within a minute.
<br><br>

"Tend your bacon, dear.   I don't think I could live without him now either."
<br><br>

The two of them managed to keep all the rest of the talk about normal things during breakfast.  Sally was on pins and needles during breakfast, and kept darting glances at Meg and Mavis.  As usual, though, she didn't say much.  
<br><br>

After breakfast Mavis got the carvings and took them to the cabinet maker.  He turned them over and over in his hands, peering closely at the one Bobby had done, and then at the other one.
<br><br>

"You saw him do this?" he asked.
<br><br>

Mavis nodded.  "Took him several hours.  I know the lines aren't perfectly straight, but it's nice, isn't it?"
<br><br>

The man looked up.   "I had to work for ten years as an apprentice before I could do work this good.  Does he go to that school?"
<br><br>

Mavis nodded.
<br><br>

"He's free in the afternoons, isn't he?"
<br><br>

When Mavis nodded again he went on.   "I can teach him.  Don't need to be able to talk to learn, right?  And I'll pay him too.   If he does work like this he could make ten, twelve dollars a week."
<br><br>

Mavis' jaw dropped.  "That much for just half a day?" she gasped.
<br><br>

The man nodded.  "They's people what have money Mrs. Milleson, and they want good work.  And when they get it they'll part with some of that money.  I'm backed up on good carving work.  I could keep that boy busy for a year if I had him full time."
<br><br>

Mavis took another bag of wood chunks home with her, thinking about the fact that, in the catalog, a lawnmower cost twenty dollars these days.  And that was for one with a grass catcher that attached behind the reel!

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Quite often Prudence came to the house on both weekend days.  With her husband gone, she had little else to do.  Donna spent her days off rattling around on the farm, doing who knew what.<br><br>


So it wasn't odd for Prudence to show up after breakfast that day, and to pitch in.  Saturdays were lazy days and the children weren't required to get dressed until lunch if they didn't feel like it.  <br><br>


She sashayed into the room, swinging her hips.  Meg and Sally were sitting in the parlor, with some of the children who were listening to a morning radio program.   The other children were scattered in the kitchen or dining room, playing with each other.
<br><br>

"Where's Mavis?" she asked.<br><br>


"Gone to the cabinet maker's with Bobby's carving," said Meg, still thinking about her conversation with Mavis that morning.   She hadn't talked to Sally about it.   Things were still up in the air.<br><br>


"Oh," said Prudence.  "How about Bobby?"<br><br>


"He's carving at the kitchen table.  Why?" asked Sally.<br><br>


"I need his help over at my house.  I'm moving furniture around," said Prudence with a completely straight face.<br><br>


"Oh," said Sally.   "Well go ask him.  I'm sure he'll do it."<br><br>


Both Meg and Sally were engrossed in the radio program when Prudence and Bobby put on their coats and left.   They were perfectly capable of hearing a problem with one of the children, and a wrong sound would break right through their concentration, but the normal sounds of two people leaving the house didn't register a bit.<br><br>


Neither did Mavis' return.<br><br>


"I'm back" said Mavis, setting down the heavy bag of wood chunks.  "And I have good news.   Where's Bobby?"<br><br>


Meg waved a hand toward the kitchen and, as soon as her coat was off, Mavis went in.  She found his carving table, the tools lying on it, and examined the horse.  The upper part was done and now the horse looked like it was leaping up out of the wood.  It was exquisite.  But she couldn't find Bobby anywhere.  She went back to the parlor.<br><br>


"Meg, I can't find Bobby.  Where did you say he was?"<br><br>


Meg looked up and blinked.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  Pru came over and needed him to help her move some furniture."<br><br>


Mavis put her hands on her hips.  "And you believed that?" she demanded.<br><br>


Meg frowned.  "Of course.  Why wouldn't I?"<br><br>


Mavis frowned back.   "You've been to her house.  She has a bed that will only fit into the bedroom one way.  She has a settee and chair that are both so light that one of the children could move them.  Just what furniture do you think she needs help with?"<br><br>


Mavis' tone of voice made Meg felt guilty for some reason.   "I don't know.  She just said she needed help.  Why are you yelling at ME?"<br><br>


"Because," Mavis said patiently, "the only furniture he's helping her move is her bed."<br><br>


"But I thought you said it would only fit in the bedroom one way," said Meg, confused.<br><br>


"Up and down," said Mavis, clenching her teeth.<br><br>


"Oh," said Meg, frowning.  Her eyes went wide.  "OH!" she yipped.  "But that's not FAIR!  It's MY turn!" she said.   Then she clapped her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes.<br><br>


"Oh, we're taking turns now, are we?" asked Mavis sweetly.<br><br>


"It's not what you think," said Meg.   "It just seems like it would only be fair to take turns."<br><br>


"In that case it's probably MY turn," said Sally, who both women had forgotten all about.   "I've only had one turn and since then you two AND Pru have ... well ... had a turn."<br><br>


"This is insane," said Mavis, sitting down.  "We're talking about the boy like we own him or something.   And to make it worse we shouldn't even be doing anything with him in the first place."<br><br>


"Are we hussies?" asked Sally meekly.<br><br>


"No" said Meg resolutely.<br><br>


"Yes" said Mavis.  "Of the worst kind."<br><br>


"But I love him Mavis," whined Meg.  "How can it be bad if I love him so much."<br><br>


"You have lust for him Meg," said Mavis calmly.   "That's all it is.  Your biological clock is ticking and your body wants to have babies, and that makes you lustful."<br><br>


"Is that what happened to you last night?" asked Meg, sticking her chin out.<br><br>


"Probably," said Mavis, even though she knew she was at the upper edge of her child bearing years.<br><br>


"He makes me feel all warm and mushy inside," said Sally, staring off into space.<br><br>


"So, if you don't love him" said Meg, "then you wouldn't miss him if you sent him somewhere else, right?"<br><br>


"I probably should send him away," said Mavis.<br><br>


Meg stood up.  "You send him away and I'm going WITH HIM!" she shouted.<br><br>


"DON'T SEND HIM AWAY" cried Sally.<br><br>


"You should know better too Sally Winston!" yelled Mavis.  "You're even older than Meg!"<br><br>


"Well, I'm not as old as YOU, and all I do is TOUCH him a little.  YOU probably MADE A BABY WITH HIM!" yelled Sally.<br><br>


"WHAT ARE WE FIGHTING ABOUT?" screamed Meg, her face red.<br><br>


There was a moment of silence and Mavis grunted.  "We're fighting about a man."  She sat back down.   "Look at us ... fighting about a man like school girls."<br><br>


"Can't we just share?" asked Sally.  "I wouldn't mind sharing."<br><br>


Mavis looked at her like she was crazy.   "Women don't share men, Sally.  It just isn't done."<br><br>


"Well why not?" asked Sally.   "He's the first man to notice me, or be nice to me, or make me feel good.   I'll probably never get married.   I'm not pretty like you and Meg.  Why can't I have a baby of my own?"<br><br>


Mavis leaned back in her chair.  "When did we start talking about having babies?   When did you decided you wanted to be a mother?"<br><br>


Sally looked confused.  "I don't know.  I never thought about it until I realized he might be making babies in other women.   All I know is that he makes me feel special, and I want to make him feel special too.  And if I have to share him ... then fine.  At least I'll have a man in my life part of the time."<br><br>


Meg sat up straight.  "She's got a point Mavis.   Think about it.   Bobby's an orphan.  He can't get married until he's seventeen.   But when he DOES turn seventeen, don't you think some woman is going to snap him up?  Can't we just let things go on as they have until then?"<br><br>


Mavis shook her head.  "He's mute, Meg.  No woman is going to want to marry him."<br><br>


Meg stuck out her chin again.  "Well I would."<br><br>


"Me too!" chimed in Sally.<br><br>


Mavis' mouth opened and closed several times.  She thought about what it would be like having Bobby around as a husband, instead of as one of her charges.  That wouldn't be a bad thing in any sense of the word.<br><br>


"Well I'll be damned," she said.<br><br>


"Mavis!" chided Sally.<br><br>


"You'd do it too, wouldn't you?" said Meg.   "Admit it ... you'd marry him too!"<br><br>


Mavis shook her head.  "I guess I would at that," she said.  "Listen to me!  An old woman like me, saying she'd marry a boy like that.  I must be crazy."<br><br>


"Did you feel like an old woman last night?" asked Meg slyly.  "Or this morning either?"<br><br>


Mavis didn't answer.  She threw up her hands.  Then she laughed.   "I almost forgot the news I have."  She laughed again.  "And that news is that Bobby will actually be able to support a wife!"<br><br>


She told Meg and Sally about the cabinet maker's offer of employment.  

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Social relationships have always been a murky subject.  Society sets up various rules of behavior, some unwritten, and some codified by laws and statutes.   Then the members of that social group play the game of seeing how many of those rules, statutes and laws they can stretch, bend, or even ignore.  There are various reasons people do this, and discussing that that would take up too much room in an already long story.  Just think of it like when you're at a stop light at two in the morning, and there's no traffic in sight.  You ask yourself why in the world you should obey that light.  It's there to regulate traffic, but you're the only traffic around, so you feel justified in ignoring it.  You look around, and weigh the risks of violating the rule.  Then you make a decision on what to do.  For a whole lot of reasons you may decide to blow the light, and feel completely justified in doing so.<br><br>


With the unwritten social relationships the rules aren't as clear to begin with, and the urge to break them is even stronger when personal gratification is involved.  As far as they were concerned, none of these women had prospects for satisfying their natural urges ... other than with Bobby.  All had had a taste of what he could provide them.   In some part of their minds, they looked around, weighed the risks of violating the rules about something that could be called "monogamy", but wasn't quite that, and of engaging in a sexual relationship with an almost-man, and out of wedlock to boot. <br><br>


The pull to keep tasting that glorious pleasure with a man they loved caused them to ignore the rules and do something they would never have done in other circumstances.<br><br>


They huddled, making decisions about how things would be arranged so that each of the women got a chance to be alone with Bobby.  Prudence would have to just live with what they decided, since she had pulled a fast one and spirited him off.  There was no doubt in any of their minds that the only furniture Bobby was, in fact, currently moving, was Prudence's bed.   They didn't know what they'd do about Donna, and decided to cross that bridge if and when they ever came to it.

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About the time that Prudence was being discussed in the Milleson House, the subject of discussion was having her sixth orgasm of the day.   Bobby had fucked her almost senseless, and had, indeed, given the bed springs a good workout.  He had spurted in her twice already, and was about to unload again.   Good food, and exercise had built his stamina up.  The attention paid to him by all those women had built up his libido.   He was highly successful in the role he was currently playing, and Mr. Maslow would have discussed putting him firmly on level four of his pyramid.  At least insofar as he rated in the little community that was Milleson House.<br><br>


When they got to her little house and Prudence got him naked, he experimented with her.   He remembered seeing Sally's almost hairless pussy, with her pouting pussy lips that had looked so tasty looking.   Two of the women apparently liked his taste, and he was curious to find out if he'd like a woman's taste.  So, when Prudence had lain back in her bed, with her legs spread, urging him to hurry, he had crawled on the bed at her feet and kissed his way up her legs.   She had giggled at first, then told him he was tickling her.   When he got to her thighs, her comments went something like this:<br><br>


"Oooo Bobby that tickles."<br><br>


"Bobby!"<br><br>


"What are you doing Bobby?"<br><br>


"BOBBY!"<br><br>


"BOBBY YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"<br><br>


"BOBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"<br><br>


After that she had mostly gurgled, instead of talking, because Bobby had found out that he liked the taste of "woman" just fine.   And having his lips and tongue right there, sliding all over her sex, it was no time at all before he found the little nubbin that made her writhe and scream like she was going crazy, except he could tell that it was good-crazy, and not bad-crazy.  He paid particular attention to that little bump from then on, and she had two of her four orgasms before she ever got his prick in her.  He noticed, after the first one, that the little bud was extra sensitive, and that if he used the flat of his tongue on it while she caught her breath, her fingers were soft in his hair.  Then, as her fingers got more demanding, he went back to suckling and rode her to another jerking, babbling response.<br><br>


He also experimented with her in other ways.  When he got his prick in her, he tried sliding in and out of her the way that Mavis liked it ... hard and fast.   But Prudence made him slow down, saying he was being too rough.   He found out that she liked it like Rachel liked it, slow and deep, and while he was deep she liked him to move his hips around.   He was a smart boy, and realized that when he did that, that little lump of flesh that had driven her so crazy when he sucked it would be flattened and rubbed.  Knowing that led him to experiment with the best possible way to flatten and rub it with the base of his cock.<br><br>


That resulted in two more orgasms for Pru, and one for him.<br><br>


They lay there for a while as Prudence talked about her childhood, and about meeting the man she thought would make her happy, and how he had betrayed her.  Bobby listened, and bestowed little kisses on her chin, and neck, and chest as she talked.  Then she had to get up to use the bathroom.  She was proud of her body, and wasn't embarrassed to display it to Bobby, who watched her hips rise and fall as she walked away from him, and the bounce of her breasts as she walked back toward him.   She was delighted to find him hard again when she got back in bed.<br><br>


Prudence, being loved like she had never been loved by her cheating husband, told Bobby about her desire to have children and informed him that what they were doing made babies.   Bobby had never quite connected those particular dots before, and the realization that he might be making a baby resulted in his second orgasm.  His seed flushing into Pru's womb got her off again.<br><br>


There had been some more cuddling, but then Pru decided that she'd kept him longer than she should have, and that the others would be suspicious.  So she got him out of bed and decided to clean him up before he got dressed.   <br><br>


That resulted in another erection and Pru couldn't resist him when he pushed her back to the bed and covered her body with his one more time.   This time he fucked her hard, but not fast, and she responded to that combination quite well.  She squealed her way through her sixth cum and, thinking of babies, Bobby drove deep one last time and fountained into her already sperm-packed womb.<br><br>


He left her lying there, spread eagled and limp.  He dragged a blanket over her nude body and kissed her on the forehead.   She had fallen asleep while he dressed.

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When Bobby got back home, everything looked the same.  The women were performing various tasks, and the children were engaged in various forms of play or relaxation.  But the mood in the house was different.   He could almost smell that difference.  <br><br>


Mavis smiled at him and asked him if he'd done his chores for the day.  He set about getting them done.  Then he went to Mavis and pantomimed that he was going to take a nap.   His life at Milleson House had made him healthy, but he had worked hard to make Prudence squeal, and three orgasms in the space of a couple of hours took its toll on him.<br><br>


Mavis watched him trudge toward the stairs.<br><br>


"She's a greedy little thing," she said, under her breath.<br><br>


Mavis, Meg and Sally had decided that the days at Milleson House should go on as they always had.  The routine was set, and the welfare of the children was more important than satisfying their lust.  But nights were something else again.   What did it matter if Bobby slept in his own bed, or one of theirs?   And, that solved the problem of Donna finding out what was going on.  Since Prudence was off on Saturdays, Bobby could just continue to visit her at her house.  She lived on the outskirts of town, and it was unlikely that anyone would notice him going there.  Even if they did, they'd just assume he was carrying some message from Mavis or whatever.<br><br>


The only other problem was that Mavis knew quite well that she was a noisy lover, and that, in the still of night, her moans, cries and shrieks of pleasure might carry upstairs.   She didn't know what she was going to do about that, but was firm in her resolve to control that problem.<br><br>


All three of the women were sure that, knowing they would have an outlet for their passions, they could now just let Bobby take his own bath.  <br><br>


It wasn't a bad plan, as far as having been made by women who had let their emotions control their thinking.  They only made a few mistakes, which they cannot really be blamed for.  <br><br>


The first was that they didn't sit Bobby down and explain things to him.  While they might have been able to ignore certain moral rules, none of them could quite bring themselves to sit and calmly discuss with Bobby that he was now their private gigolo.   That he was a willing partner suggested that he would adapt to the new plan.  <br><br>
 

The second problem was Rachel, about whom they did not know.  Rachel, as it turned out, was a very fertile woman.  She too had let her emotions rule her behavior, and the point at which she decided to bestow her virginity upon her shining knight may have been advanced by the fact that she was ovulating at that time of the month.  Her hormone levels helped her make her decision.   Her exuberance in rewarding the man who saved her life, resulted in her womb being awash with his sperm, and the two eggs her body had produced as a result of the stress of the attack on her found that sperm perfectly acceptable.   Rachel was going to bear Bobby's twins, and that fact was going to become obvious in about three or four months ... painfully obvious in five or six.<br><br>


The third problem was Donna.    It was actually problem number three that reared its head first.   But before you learn the details of that, you must be provided with a few more details.  They will help illuminate what later happened with Donna.  <br><br>


Meg and Sally had offered Mavis the first night with Bobby.   She chose to wait until Monday night, and truth be told, she waited a whole two nights because she wanted to anticipate it.  She also spent odd moments making preparations for her tryst.   She hadn't told Bobby about the cabinet maker's offer.  She wanted to do that as a reward for what she knew he was going to reward her with, later in bed.<br><br>


When Monday night came she was almost beside herself, waiting for Donna and Prudence to leave.  Prudence had not been told what was going on either.  Mavis had decided that Prudence should be punished for being greedy.   Then, when the two women went home for the night, the children had to be put to bed.  She decided to let Meg and Sally do that.  When June Bug and Emily both took one of Bobby's hands, so that he could put them to bed, she gritted her teeth and simply said "Bobby, when you're done with them I'd like to talk to you."  She felt a blush creeping up her chest.  "In my room, please."<br><br>

  
Mavis went to her room and then couldn't decide whether to undress and put on her nightgown, which she didn't plan on sleeping in this night, or to just wait.  She fiddled with the thing she had made out of strips of cloth from the bundle of clothing that was used as spare fabric to make things with, or use in repairs.   She tried it out for possibly the fifth time and felt silly.   She hoped it would work.<br><br>


Then she felt, more than heard, her door open, and he was there.<br><br>


She self consciously hid the thing in her hands behind her back by putting both hands there.  As a result her breasts thrust out at Bobby.  She could already feel her nipples tightening and extending.   Even though she was much better prepared for this event than she had been the first time, she felt her resolve to keep control slipping.<br><br>


"Bobby," she started, somewhat breathlessly.   She spoke to him as a man, and not the boy she was charged with housing.  "Sometimes it gets lonely in here at night.   I was wondering if maybe you'd sleep here tonight ... instead of your own bed."<br><br>


Bobby felt his prick thicken immediately.   He liked making love with Mavis.   He liked making love with all of them.  Each was slightly different, in her own way, but all were easy to please and it was so much fun pleasing them.  She sounded nervous, and the way she had phrased her invitation made it clear that she felt like there was the possibility that he'd reject her.   That would be unthinkable.    He smiled and nodded.<br><br>


There was a moment of awkwardness while they both just stood, waiting for the other to do something.   Bobby, used to responding to instructions, generally waited to do anything until he knew what was expected.   Here, though, he felt a little more secure.   He stepped forward and reached his fingers to the buttons of her dress.   He didn't need to look at them to undo them.  Instead he looked into her eyes.   They seemed wet, like she was getting ready to cry and she bounced on the balls of her feet, her hands still behind her back.   When he was able to push the sides of the dress apart and bare her breasts, he let his fingertips drift across them with a feather light touch, ending up under them and lifting them a little.   Mavis closed her eyes tightly.  Her breathing was ragged.   She jerked as his fingers left her breasts and went to the bun she usually wore her hair in.   He pulled the pins, picking at the hair until it fell to her shoulders.<br><br>


She kept her eyes closed, savoring each new feeling as his fingers brushed the dress off her shoulders.   She had to let go of what was in her hands to get it off, but then clasped it tightly again.   She was glad she'd made it.  She knew she would need it.   She felt her panties being dragged down and felt his breath on her hairs.   She couldn't suppress a sound that forced its way through her throat as he kissed her abdomen.   Then she felt his lips drift upwards, and her nipples grew almost painful as his mouth got closer and closer to them.<br><br>


Her groan, as he sucked the first one in, filled the room.<br><br>


"Get ... undressed now ... Bobby," she panted.   "I need ... to be ... in bed."<br><br>


As soon as his lips left her she turned and leapt for the bed, which she'd turned down already.  She wiggled into the middle of it, on her back, her legs already spread.   She'd had enough foreplay and she wanted him in her.  The thing she'd made was in her left hand.  She still felt silly about that, and she shoved that hand under her pillow.  Then she turned her head to watch, as his beautiful strong young body was exposed.<br><br>


"Oh please" she moaned, seeing his stiff member, ready to fill her.  "Oh please, oh please, oh please" she begged.  She wasn't begging him, exactly, she was begging that this happen before she had a stroke or something.   Her body was taut as a fiddle string, her hips rising to meet him and he wasn't even there yet.<br><br>


Bobby knew what that pleading meant, though.   He wasted no time once he was naked and went to the bed, climbing straight on top of her.   Holding himself up he let the tip of his prick descend until it bumped her hair.   She was moving so much it would be impossible to find the spot.  Both her hands were up by her head, one under the pillow, the other gripping the pillow, so he held himself up with one arm and fisted his cock with the other hand.  Watching for the right moment, he let his hips drop and, at the instant he felt heat kiss the tip of his penis, he let go and lunged forward.<br><br>


Mavis felt the shock of her emptiness being so suddenly filled that it was like magic.   He went deep and his skin slapped hers.  The orgasm she'd been so close to, just from the anticipation, flared brightly as her whole body seemed to vibrate.   She snatched her left hand out from under the pillow and stuffed the inch-and-a-half thick woven rope of cloth she'd braided between her teeth, biting down hard as her shriek of completion burst out of her lungs.<br><br>


It came out as a muffled "EEEEE" sort of sound, high pitched, with a little "Mfph" sort of sound thrown in several times as she fought to keep her mouth closed on her gag.<br><br>


Bobby, able to recognize by now a woman in the throes of ecstasy, grinned and pushed harder, wiggling his hips back and forth.   As soon as that long drawn out "EEEEEE" softened, he began pounding Mavis like he knew she liked to be pounded.<br><br>


He was rewarded with three more "EEEEEE"s before he shot her full of his spunk.<br><br>


Mavis woke up twice that night, her gag still clutched convulsively in her left hand.   She woke him both times, pulling him between her welcoming legs.  By morning her gag was wet with her saliva.  <br><br>


It wasn't until then that she remembered to tell him that he had a job.