
The swelling in Rachel's face went down considerably, but the color was slow to fade.   She decided that school had to go on, despite the condition of her face.   It had been four days since the attack, and she was going crazy trying to find some way to be useful to the people who had helped her.  <br><br>


When Meg and Sally got the children to school, and they saw Rachel's face, they were aghast.   They'd heard all about the incident, of course, but had not seen the woman.   Her face was still a sickly yellow and purple color on the left side, while the right side of her face looked almost normal.  Her lips were still split and swollen where her intended rapist had struck her, and the wound from the knife on her throat was clearly visible.<br><br>


"Would you like us to stay for a while?" asked Meg impulsively.  "To help?"<br><br>


Rachel looked at her, assessing her as a woman, and as a person from town, and, for the first time, as a potential friend.  Rachel didn't have many friends ... hadn't tried to make any really.  Now, though, with the outpouring of care from women whose names she hadn't even known before the incident, her attitude about other women had changed.   Her brush with death had made both subtle and not-so-subtle changes in her outlook on life.   She had done some serious thinking once she could martial thoughts at all.  The four women who had taken her from her house had mothered her like hens, even trying to spoon feed her.   Their obvious concern pulled her mind back to sanity and then overrode what would have been her normal irritation at having to rely on others.   She had felt safe with them as they drew her life story from her, sometimes against her will, but in a way that made her glad that now, at least, somebody in this town knew something about her and accepted her as ... as what?   She had thought about that too, and the realization that those four women would be content calling her their friend had cut through her tough exterior like the knife that she had known would take her life.<br><br>


Their chatter had soothed her in ways that nothing else would have.  Eventually she had been able to appreciate their outlook on life, here in this harsh place.  One woman, when she had been giving Rachel a sponge bath had sighed and said "I'd just kill to have a body like yours.   Then maybe Herb would look at me like he looks at you."<br><br>


That had led to a very frank discussion of men, and their faults, and Rachel found out just how valuable a good reputation was.  The women didn't blame her at all for being beautiful, or for the fact that every man in town - at least according to them - had been seen raking their eyes over her body while she walked, or shopped.  They blamed the men for having wandering eyes and talked about other beautiful women who did NOT have the sterling reputation that Rachel had.<br><br>


And now, here was another woman who seemed to care about her for some reason.  And she knew this woman to be single.  She was good looking too, in a frontier sort of way.  Rachel chided herself for that characterization.  That was what the old Rachel would have thought.   Now she looked at the young woman and admitted that, anywhere in the world men would notice ... she didn't even know her name!<br><br>


"I'm sorry" said Rachel thickly.  "I know I should remember your name."<br><br>


"Meg" said the woman. <br><br>

"And I'm Sally" said the other one.<br><br>


"Could you read to some while I work on math with the others?" she asked, worried that she might embarrass them.  It was still possible these days that people were illiterate.<br><br>


"I love to read," said Meg, smiling.   <br><br>
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"And I can do whatever," added Sally.<br><br>


There was a mild rebellion involving some of the older Milleson children when they found out Meg was going to read, while they were expected to work on their numbers.  <br><br>

"I read to them at home," said Meg, shrugging her shoulders.<br><br>


Then all the children wanted to know what had happened to their teacher.   They stared at her face with the unbridled curiosity of children.<br><br>


Rachel raised her hands for quiet.<br><br>


"A bad man wanted to hurt me.  He DID hurt my face," she said.  "But Bobby saved me and made the man stop hurting me."<br><br>


All the children's eyes went to Bobby, who had been standing silently in the background, watching the women talk.<br><br>


"Really!?" asked Patrick, his voice awed.   "He killed the Umpelty Oog when it was in the closet!" he said excitedly.  "And then he ATE it!"   Patrick stuck out his chest like he was the one who had done everything.<br><br>


Rachel looked at Meg and mouthed "Umpelty Oog?"<br><br>


Meg mouthed back "Imaginary monster."<br><br>


Rachel smiled and then winced as her lip cracked open again.  "Well, Bobby is my hero," she said firmly.  "I'm not surprised he does nice things for other people too.   Now, we have learning to do!"<br><br>


She hustled around, separating the groups and waving at the book shelf, which had only a dozen worn volumes on it.  Meg looked at them and picked one to read from.<br><br>


By the time any of them noticed it, the morning had passed and it was time to adjourn school.<br><br>


"Oh my" said Sally.  "Mavis will be having fits over us being gone so long."<br><br>


Meg nodded and then looked at Rachel.  "Will you be keeping Bobby late today?"<br><br>


Rachel shook her head.  "I'm tired, and the doctor has ordered me in no uncertain terms to rest in the afternoons.  It will be a week or so before I can spend extra time with him."<br><br>


When the children were all bundled up and ready to leave, Rachel touched Meg's arm.<br><br>


"Thank you.  I mean that.   It was nice of you to stay.  I know you can't do that often, but I'm really glad I got to meet you.  You too Sally.  I'm sorry we never got to spend any time together before this."<br><br>


Meg smiled.  "Well, it was just the neighborly thing to do, that's all.   But you're welcome."<br><br>


Mavis wasn't actually having fits at the absence of her employees.  She rarely got any time to herself.  There were always children or other women around, for the most part.  She didn't worry about her employees.  She did wonder where they'd gotten to, but spent the time writing a letter to her sister that she'd put off for a month.  It needed to be a long letter to tell all the news, and she was, in the end, grateful that she'd been able to get it done.<br><br>


Sally tried to take the brunt of the blame when the children all piled into the parlor and began taking their coats off.<br><br>


"We stayed to help Rachel," she said.  Taking Meg's line, she added "It seemed like the neighborly thing to do."<br><br>


"Well, considering what happened, I suppose it was," admitted Mavis.  "Don't make it a habit, though.  There's things around here that need doing."<br><br>


"She's nice," said Meg.  "Nicer than I thought."<br><br>


"Is she now?" said Mavis.  "Actually it was kind of nice around here ... quiet for once.  I just wish I'd have known.  I'd have had a nice long soak in that tub you all love so much."<br><br>


Neither woman took the bait, though, and Mavis, once again, let it drop.<br><br>


About an hour later though, Meg stopped beside Mavis, on her way to do laundry.  "You know, if we helped out at school say, one day a week?    You could have that nice long soak."<br><br>


Mavis snorted.   But then she said "I guess I could at that."<br><br>


That night, as they listened to the radio, Bobby pulled out the table leg and began carving on the end of it.  It was shorter than it had been in the beginning, but still looked a little awkward, and Mavis decided to go visit the cabinetmaker's shop down on Broadway.<br><br>


The next day, while the children were in school, she did just that, taking Bobby's table leg with her, with its half finished carving on the end.  Sher also took two of his finished carvings, which were set high on a shelf to keep them away from the children. <br><br>


"Good work," said the man, examining the face of a German Shepherd, its ears stiff and raised, as if it heard something.  "No need to ruin good furniture.  I got lots of scraps laying around.  I'd be glad to be rid of them.  You say it's that boy who done this?  The one what saved that girl from the rapist?"<br><br>


Mavis went home with a gunny sack filled with chunks of cherry, walnut, pecan and mahogany.   When she dumped out the sack for Bobby that afternoon she found more sandpaper too and a roll of oilpaper that had various chisels inside it.  A small wooden mallet was rolled up with them.  There was also a disk shaped carving, that looked a little like a sunburst with a face in the center.  The cabinetmaker had said it was designed to go on a tall chest of drawers, with fancy woodwork framing a mirror on top.  The disk, he said, would be attached above the mirror.   He had suggested that Bobby attempt to reproduce it.    The tools, he said, could be returned at some unspecified time in the future.<br><br>


Bobby, when he came in from school, picked up the tools and examined them.  Then he looked at the sunburst carving which, he noticed, had a crack running through it that had ruined it.  He found a board end that was about the right size, put it on his lap, and started removing slivers of wood with the tools.   As Mavis watched him, she realized that with the board on his lap, it was more difficult than if were on a more solid base.   She motioned to Prudence and they went up to the attic and brought down an old stained and scratched Queen Anne end table that a chair could be drawn up to and one's legs put under.  Once a couple of thin strips of wood had been fastened to two sides of the top, it provided a place where Bobby's scrap of wood could be laid and stabilized as he pushed or tapped a chisel.   The work went faster and was cleaner after that.<br><br>


It only took Bobby four hours to make the reproduction.  It was rougher than the original, the lines not as straight, and the face not as crisp, but the women thought it was gorgeous.

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On Wednesday, Bobby somehow got coal dust all over his face and hands when he did his chores.   He'd never had that problem before.  His shirt was black as well.   He didn't seem to notice, and sat at his table to try smoothing the sunburst face he had carved.  Mavis walked by and saw the condition he was in.<br><br>


"What in the world happened to you?" she asked.   "I hope you don't think you're coming to my table for supper looking like that.  We're having a guest tonight.  Meg invited your teacher to come for supper."<br><br>


Bobby looked at his hands innocently.   There was paper and pencil beside him.   Paper and pencils lay all over the house now.  He wrote the word "Bath?" on it.<br><br>


Mavis looked at him shrewdly.   "One of these days I'm going to have to find out just what goes on in there," she said.   Bobby looked at her as innocently as he'd looked at his hands.  She thought briefly about just taking him into the bathroom herself.  But she had to get ready for supper.<br><br>


"Prudence!" she called.    Prudence looked up from the beef hindquarter she was butchering on the cutting table in the kitchen.  <br><br>


"I'll finish that up.   Bobby's gotten himself filthy and says he needs a bath.   Since both Meg and Sally are in town, why don't you take care of it this time."   <br><br>


Mavis almost laughed as Prudence lit up with a smile and immediately abandoned the meat that would be their supper for days to come.<br><br>


Bobby had been thinking about Meg.   He had dirtied himself with coal dust on purpose, knowing that Mavis would demand he clean up.  His ploy to get a bath in the middle of the week had worked, but not quite as he had planned.   On the other hand, Prudence's lush body was interesting too.  The only two women Bobby had ever seen naked were Meg and Sally, and they were as different as night and day.  He wondered if he might get to widen his available store of information with Prudence.<br><br>


Prudence, as it turned out, had been thinking about her unfaithful soon-to-be ex-husband, over in Europe.   She was tortured by visions of him and his no-doubt young tart, clasped together, making the beast with two backs ... making a baby in her ... instead of in Prudence, where it belonged.  She had seen Bobby naked before, and it only made things worse.   Or better.  It depended on how she looked at it.   Right now, she wanted to see him naked again.<br><br>


Taking him in the bathroom she started the bath water while Bobby added coal to the heater.  She turned to see him standing, his hands at his sides.<br><br>


"Well, go on.  You can't take a bath in your clothes.  I've seen you unclothed before."   She watched as he took his shirt off.  He now had pants that fit him better, and removing his suspenders no longer made them drop as if they had stones in them.   When he pushed them down and stepped out of his drawers, his penis was half hard and stuck out.  It was much larger than when she'd seen it limp and satisfied before.<br><br>


"Oh my," she said, her breathing increasing.   "Has it ever done that when Meg or Sally was in here?" she asked.<br><br>


Bobby nodded and stepped into the tub.  He stepped back out quickly.  The water was too hot.<br><br>


"Oh dear me," she said, turning to mix some cold water in.  "I'm sorry.  I don't know what I was thinking."   What she had been thinking was that if it looked like that half hard, she was going to do her best to see what it looked like fully erect.  Prudence had her own suspicions about what went on at bath time.  She too had seen Sally's glow when she finished bathing Bobby.<br><br>


Bobby stepped back in, took the soap from the window sill and handed it to Prudence before sitting down.<br><br>


"So they wash you?" she asked.<br><br>


He nodded and splashed water all over himself, trying surreptitiously to get some on Prudence too.  She was too far away though.  She came closer and bent over to dip the soap in the water, and then placed it on his chest and moved it around.  She worked on his arms, then, feeling his muscles moving under the skin.   Whenever she looked at his face, he was staring back at her with his big, brown eyes.  The water turned dark with washed off coal dust and she told him to close his eyes so she could do his face.   Then she put the soap in his hand and cupped water in both of hers to pour over his face, rubbing it clean.   Now was the part she had been waiting for.<br><br>


"Stand up now Bobby," she said.<br><br>


When he did she wasted no time soaping her hands and going straight for his penis.  It lengthened in her hands and became rigid.<br><br>


"On dear me," she said softly, feeling her gut clench.  "Do the others wash you like this?"<br><br>


Bobby smiled and nodded.<br><br>


"And do you like this?" she asked.<br><br>


He smiled wider and nodded with more enthusiasm.<br><br>


She moaned, and her pace increased.<br><br>


"Does anything ever ... come out ... of it?" she asked, blushing.<br><br>


Bobby's smile got even wider as he nodded.<br><br>


"Ohhhhhhhh" she moaned.<br><br>


Prudence was on fire.   Her husband had been gone for two years, before which she was, unknown to her, a highly sexed woman.  She had reveled in the things they did in the bedroom, feeling like she had been set free from the strictures of society's denial that she should have sexual feelings.   And the sudden withdrawl of those pleasures had hit her hard.   Then, after struggling through all that time of going without pleasure she loved, he told her he wasn't going without, but that she'd have to go without forever.  In all the time he'd been gone, even after getting the letter in which he said he'd found another woman and wasn't coming back to her, she'd never considered cheating on him.
<br><br>

Until now.

But Prudence was older than Meg and Sally, if only by a few years.  Her level of control, while strained, was based on the fact that Mavis was out on the other side of that door.  Her mind whirled as, with a strong, young penis in her soapy hands, Prudence thought wildly about what she wanted to do with it.   Perhaps, depending on how you, the reader, will evaluate things in the end, it was fortunate that while she thought, her hand assumed what, for her, was a natural stroking motion.  Her mental state was intruded upon when Bobby's penis suddenly swelled in her hand.

Prudence, knowing what to expect, aimed it down, into the water.<br><br>


They both let out a long sigh as thick streams of milky white spunk splashed into the water and Bobby bent his knees a little.  Prudence watched in fascination as three and then four healthy spurts followed the first two.   Her own knees sagged a little and the heat between her legs flared.<br><br>


She let go of him and looked at her hand, as if it were someone else's and she couldn't believe it was somehow attached to her arm.  she was just as surprised when that hand went back to the wilting phallus of her charge and milked the shrinking organ to ensure that all his sperm was out of it.  <br><br>


Then she, in a very businesslike voice, said "All right.  Now that that's taken care of, out of the tub and let's get you dried off."<br><br>


Bobby, partly disappointed that things hadn't been as intense as they were with Meg and Sally, was non-the-less happy that she had made him feel good, and he obeyed, standing quietly as she ran the towel all over him.  Then, as the other two had, Prudence led him out of the bathroom naked.   Since his clean clothes weren't lying in a pile of washing on the floor, she simply told him to go up to his room and get dressed.<br><br>


Mavis had watched as the door to the bathroom opened and the two came out.  Her eyes went immediately to Bobby's penis, which was flaccid and completely normal looking, though dark again.  Then she examined Prudence, who looked normal as well.<br><br>


"Everything go all right?" she asked innocently.<br><br>


"Yes," said Prudence, distracted by what was going on under her calm outward appearance.  "He does splash a lot, though," she said, just for something else to say.  She looked around, like she wasn't quite sure where she was.   "How long until supper?" she asked.<br><br>


Mavis, who detected Prudence's scatterbrained undercurrent, and was intrigued by that, said "Oh, I don't know.  Several hours I suppose.  Why?"<br><br>


Prudence, her speech just a little too fast to be normal, said "Oh, I was just thinking that I forgot all about the fact that the coal truck is coming to my house today.  I guess all that coal dust I just washed off of him reminded me.  I've let the bin get in a terrible state and need to clean it up."<br><br>


All that was true.  There was, in fact, a layer of coal dust in the basement of Prudence's little three room house.  She noticed it whenever she tracked the dust upstairs as she refilled her own coal bucket, but normally just wiped her feet on a rag rug at the top of the stairs.   Now, though, her lust-fogged mind thought about things a little differently.<br><br>


She turned to Mavis.   "Do you think it would be all right if Bobby came over and helped me get that cleaned up?<br><br>


Mavis' sharp eyes examined her employee.  The woman was tense.  Bathing Bobby did ... something ... to all the women.   "You just gave him a bath!"<br><br>


Prudence's mind came back to the here and now.  "Well ... yes ... of course.   It's just that I forgot.   I mean that's what reminded me."  She looked disappointed somehow.   "I suppose it will wait."<br><br>


Mavis couldn't really tell what was going on in the auburn-haired woman's mind.   But coal dust was something that was dangerous if left untended, and her maternal instincts took over.  <br><br>


"No, you're right.  That needs to be taken care of.   We've been busy lately, what with extra mouths and all.   And baths don't kill the boy.  Go ahead and take him.   Just make sure his hair is dry before you take him out in the cold.  I don't want him getting sick.<br><br>


The change in Pru's demeanor was startling.  She smiled as if she had just gotten a new dress.  Without another word she turned and went toward the stairs.<br><br>


Prudence and Bobby came down shortly after that, Bobby dressed in clean clothes, and then Prudence got him dressed in his coat and hat.   As they were leaving Sally came into the room.<br><br>


"Where are they going?" she asked.<br><br>


Pru has a chore at her house that Bobby's going to help her with," said Mavis.<br><br>


"Oh, that's nice," said Sally.<br><br>


Sally had no idea how "nice" that was ... for both Prudence and Bobby.  The trek through the snow was relatively easy, except that warmer temperatures, followed by more cold, had frozen the crust of the snow, and a pedestrian was momentarily supported by the stiff crust, only to fall through to the powdery snow underneath.   When they got to the house Prudence, to her credit, did take Bobby down to the cellar and did, in fact, sweep up the coal dust that had settled from the last two deliveries of coal, that billowed the fine black particles into the air as it slid down the chute and into the bin.  She had him do that job while an argument raged within her.<br><br>


But that cleanup only took ten minutes.  They filled a bucket and Bobby lugged it up the stairs to the main room, where the stove was.  Prudence stood and looked at him.<br><br>


"Bobby?" she said, looking at his buttocks through the tight cotton pants he was wearing, as he bent over to set the bucket down.   He swiveled his head and looked up at her.<br><br>

"Did you like what happened in the bathroom?" she asked nervously.<br><br>


He smiled and nodded his head.<br><br>


"And the others ... they do that for you too?"<br><br>


Bobby nodded again.<br><br>


Prudence felt the heat, which had only dimmed a little since she saw his streams of semen splashing into the bath water, well up in her loins again.<br><br>


"Bobby I need you to do something else for me," she said, feeling her control slipping.  "Would you do that for me Bobby?"<br><br>


A boy who talked would have simply said "Sure, what is it?"   But, of course, Bobby didn't talk.  He nodded the "Sure" but didn't ask the "What is it?"<br><br>


Prudence took his hand and pulled him to her bedroom.<br><br>


"Take off your clothes Bobby," she said, amazed that her voice didn't crack.   She began to unbutton her own clothing.<br><br>


Prudence, like many women of that era, wore panties, but nothing on her breasts under her dress.  As a young woman she had worn corsets, but those were going out of vogue.   The new brassieres that were available were too expensive, so she just went without.   Her breasts were heavy and sagged to some degree, but they were firm and full too, with large, flat, brown nipples.  <br><br>


She had never thought much about her nipples.  They were there, for babies when they came.  Her husband had mauled her breasts with his hands, which felt wonderful, but he had never used his mouth on her other than to kiss her with his tobacco and beer tinted breath.  And he resisted touching her between her legs because he thought that was dirty.   Still, the feel of his penis rutting in her lustily had been something she couldn't get enough of.   She didn't always reach orgasm with him, but loved the feel of him in her anyway.   <br><br>


She felt the cold as she took her dress off, and turned to fold back the covers on the bed.   For what she wanted to do they'd want those covers over them for comfort.<br><br>


Bobby, being an intelligent boy, recognized that something nice was going to happen.   It wasn't a bath, but then, if he got to feel her skin against his, he didn't really care.  He liked to look at the women when they were naked, and noticed all the differences between them.  But he noticed the similarities too, and they all felt and tasted good.   He saw Prudence's flat nipples and wondered it they'd get long and stiff like Sally's had when he sucked at them.   Getting naked with a woman meant you got to do that, and he wanted to try that with Prudence.<br><br>


So, when Prudence turned back around, she wasn't quite prepared for what Bobby did.   In all truth, she didn't have a "plan".   With her husband, things had always gone as he wanted them to go, and she just responded.   Bobby suddenly leaned over to suck in her left nipple.  It had begun to tighten in the cool air, but was still loose enough that he was able to suck in enough to swirl his tongue around.<br><br>


Prudence experienced something new.   It was not only new, it was devastating.  She actually bent double, jerking the nipple out of his mouth and hitting his head with her own.  Then she sat down on the edge of the bed, holding her head as Bobby knelt beside her, touching her hair with concern.<br><br>


"I'm fine," she said.  "I was just surprised."   She reached up and touched the nipple he'd sucked.  It still tingled.   Then, making a decision that would change her life, she lay back the bed, shoving the covers over so she could make room for Bobby too.<br><br>


"Do that some more," she whispered.<br><br>


Two or three minutes later, Prudence was beside herself.   When he suckled at her breasts, the exquisite pain/pleasure sensations she felt shot straight between her legs.   Her hand slid inside her panties and she rubbed, spreading her legs.   She was gasping for air when he stopped.  He was sitting on the side of the bed, and had been pleasuring her for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes.   She opened her eyes and they went to his groin, where his erection stuck up out of the brown hair there.     His hand stroked her belly as he looked at her nearly nude body.  What was in his eyes made Prudence want to scream with joy and she lifted her hips, shoving her panties down and off of one leg.   They hung up at her other ankle, but she didn't care as she spread her legs.<br><br>


"Touch me there Bobby," she gasped, gripping his hand and pushing it between her legs.<br><br>


He rubbed her with the flat of his hand, finding her slippery lips and liking the feel of the smooth skin below all that brown hair.  Her hips jerked up off the bed and then fell back with a soft thump as her buttocks landed and she groaned.  He experimented a little, rubbing this way, and that, and watching how she reacted.   That was how he found the little bump between those slippery lips.  When he touched that her hips bounded up off the bed again and she put her hand in her mouth to stifle a cry.<br><br>


"Bobby ... ohhh Bobby," she whispered, between filling her mouth with her hand.   "Ohhh love me Bobby ... pleeease love me."<br><br>


The only way Bobby knew how to show love was to kiss her, and he crawled up to do that, pressing his lips to her and sliding his tongue into her mouth.<br><br>


But Prudence knew how she wanted him to love her and she pulled on his stiff penis, until he crawled between her legs as she lay spread under him.   His kisses were so sweet, and his breath so much nicer than what she remembered about her husband, that she didn't hesitate in the slightest, pulling his stiff prick to the opening of her sex.   When it got there she pulled until she could feel the head part her pussy lips.   Then, with both hands, she reached for his buttocks and in a surreal moment, as her fingers felt the scars on his cheeks, she pulled and thrust toward him with her hips.<br><br>


He slid into her completely in one long lunge.<br><br>


Now it was Bobby who felt something new.   Meg, and then Sally, had used their mouths on him, and that felt hot, and wet and wonderful.<br><br>


But this ... this was beyond wonderful.  "Hot" didn't quite describe what he felt.  "Soft" wasn't a good enough word.  She hadn't had a prick in her for two years and, though Bobby didn't know it, she was  almost as tight as a virgin.   The sensations that surrounded his penis ... the firm pressure on every square inch of that sensitive organ ... the way her cervical lips kissed and then surrounded the tip of his prick when his hairs meshed with hers ... and the groan of sexual satisfaction as she was penetrated fully and completely ... all those things were new to Bobby.<br><br>


His mind, surprised at the rush of overwhelming sensory inputs, shut down momentarily.   His body took over.  It knew where his penis was, and why it was there.  It did what it knew it was supposed to do.  It transferred the contents of Bobby's scrotum to the small dark cave inside of Prudence's body, filling it to overflowing with happy, active sperm cells.<br><br>


Prudence's mind, in a dusty corner that hadn't been used in two years, felt the rush of wet heat in her womb, and cried out that it was to be over so soon.  Her reaction was like that of a person who has fallen deep in water, has held her breath, struggling to reach the surface, lungs straining, face finally breaking the surface ... only to find unbreatheable air there.    Yet, at the same time, that rush of heat deep inside her was so welcome that another part of her mind breathed deeply of it, lungs filling to the very bottom, almost bursting with clean, fresh, life-giving oxygen.<br><br>


Bobby, completely unprepared for his ejaculation, felt the natural urge to move his penis in Prudence ... to keep his ejaculation going.  That urge caused him to press deeper, pull out a little, and slam deep again.   That felt fabulous, so he did it again ... and again ... and again.<br><br>


Prudence's mind stuttered.   When Harold did what Bobby had just done, which he did quite often almost as quickly as Bobby had, he rolled off of her and sighed contentedly.   But Bobby didn't do that.  Bobby, when he flushed her full of that heat, began doing THEN what Harold only did occasionally.   She realized that the penis that had made her feel so complete only seconds before, had NOT wilted, like it had in the bathroom, but was still firm.  And Bobby was poking and prodding her in the MOST delightful way with that still-firm thing.  That air-starved part of her mind opened its mouth again and breathed deeply.<br><br>


Bobby couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to slide in and out of Prudence.   His mind, cleared by that mind-blowing orgasm, began to notice the woman under him.  He felt her large, soft breasts, crushed under his chest.  He felt her loins, bucking up at him, and her legs, which had entwined with his.  He heard her agonized moans of joy as his stiff cock plumbed her depths.   He heard the joy in her voice, and it spurred him to keep doing what he was doing to make those sounds happen.  He didn't know that his natural desire to go deep satisfied her desire to feel her clit being mashed and abused.  He didn't know that his desire to please her touched something deep inside her that no other man had taken the time to touch.<br><br>


All he knew was that he liked doing this new thing, and if he could do it for a long time, then he would make it last as long as he could.<br><br>


When she had an orgasm, he thought he'd hurt her, and stopped moving.<br><br>


"Ohhh Bobby don't stop baby," she moaned, her hands pulling at his buttocks where they had been ever since he'd first slid into her.<br><br>


Reassured, he moved again.   Bobby was, by virtue of the need to survive, an expert at watching people.  He was quite good, on an unconscious level, at recognizing what made people happy.  And, if people were happy, they were less likely to hurt you, and more likely to do things you wanted them to do.<br><br>


Thus it was that Bobby, during his first complete sexual encounter, got the chance to see what made a woman happy during sex.   His own genetic need had been assuaged, and now he studied the woman under him, learning what made her squirm and cry out with joy.  He watched her through two more of those gut-wrenching episodes that he now realized were the woman's equivalent of what he had felt as he spurted inside her.  He loved it when she did that.   It made him feel good to be able to help her feel that way.   <br><br>


Then, suddenly she flopped back, limp, her eyes closed, like she was dead.   But her chest still heaved as she dragged in panting breaths.  He somehow knew that it was time to stop.  He had been on the edge of spurting again for several minutes, but had pushed it back, wanting to be able to go on.  Now he let the urge to spurt loose.    He whined and pushed hard, letting his balls pump their seed into her again before relaxing on top of her, gasping himself.<br><br>


Prudence couldn't believe what had happened.   She was quite sure now that Harold was somehow crippled sexually and that she just hadn't known it.   She had never had more than one orgasm at a time, and it had to be this man on top of her who was responsible for that.   And he had even given her that deep heat TWICE!<br><br>


"Ohhh Bobby" she sighed, playing with the hair on his head as he panted on top of her.   "Thank you so much." <br><br>


He lifted his head, looking tired, but smiled and reached to kiss her briefly.<br><br>


She didn't want to move, but had a panicky feeling that this had to have taken hours, and that supper had probably already been served.<br><br>


"We have to go!" she said, pushing at him, and wishing they could just stay in bed forever.<br><br>


Bobby, used to going where people told him to go, and doing what people told him to do, got up.  He wished they could stay there too, warm under the covers.  But he jumped up and dressed quickly to minimize the time his body was exposed to the cold.<br><br>


Prudence did much the same thing.   Her mind whirled still over what had just happened.   She darted quick glances at Bobby, suddenly glad he couldn't talk ... couldn't betray what they had just done ... what she was quite sure they would do again, if she had anything to say about it.<br><br>


"Bobby?" she said.   When he looked at her she had to ask the next question.   "Have you done that before?"   She was afraid of what his answer would be.<br><br>


When he shook his head her jaw dropped.   "Really?   Not even with ... the others?"<br><br>


He shook his head again.<br><br>


"Oh," she said, feeling unaccountably happy that he hadn't done this with anyone else. Then she suddenly felt guilty for taking him so much farther than the others. "I don't suppose we should tell anyone we did this," she said.   "I don't think they'd understand.   Usually only married people do that."  <br><br>


Bobby pointed at her and then lifted her hand to finger her wedding band.   Prudence realized for the first time that she had just cheated on her husband.   A stab of guilt was immediately replaced by a feeling that she had vindicated her status as a discarded wife.<br><br>


"Well, yes, I'm married, but my husband doesn't want me any more," she said.  The pain she would have felt at saying that was strangely absent.   Her brain was still flooded with dopamine, that blunted the guilt.  "But most women don't do this with a man who isn't their husband.  People wouldn't understand why this happened."<br><br>


He nodded, but looked confused too.<br><br>


"What I mean, Bobby, is that people wouldn't approve.  They wouldn't let me be around you any more if they found out we did this.   But I want you to know I loved it.  I'm glad it happened.  But it probably shouldn't have happened ... Oh I don't know WHAT to say," she ended up, beginning to feel guilty again.<br><br>


Bobby, seeing the ambivalence in her face, took her hand.  He smiled.   He brought one finger to his lips and she recognized that as his pledge not to say anything.   She hugged him and he tried to kiss her, but she pushed him away.<br><br>


"Not now.  If you kiss me we'll end up back in bed, and we have to get back.  We've probably missed supper and Mavis will be up in arms."   <br><br>


Then, in direct violation of her own statement, she kissed him firmly.<br><br>


"Thank you so much Bobby," she said, when she was done.  "I can't tell you how much this means to me."<br><br>


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They hurried through the snow and into the back door.  The food smells as they entered Milleson House smote them like steam hits a bather in a spa.   But supper wasn't over.   It hadn't been served yet.  As it turned out, they had been gone only an hour and a half.<br><br>


Mavis looked up from stirring a pot.  The cold air had robbed Prudence of the well-fucked look she had had when they left her house.  Now she just looked happy.<br><br>


"Get everything taken care of?" she asked.<br><br>


"Yes" said Prudence.   "Everything's fine now."<br><br>


"Didn't get too dirty," commented Mavis, eyeing the relatively clean appearance of both.<br><br>


"We tried to be careful," said Prudence.<br><br>


"Good," said Mavis.  "Remember we have a visitor tonight," she said, turning back to the stove.<br><br>


"Yes," said Prudence, squeezing Bobby's hand.   "I'll pitch in and help get things ready.   Thanks again Bobby.   I couldn't have done that without you."<br><br>


Bobby just grinned.