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Chapter 11

At last, Willie stumbled to his feet and into his bathroom helping the trembling Becky into a chair as he went. Mavis regained her composure and stepped into Willie's office. With a hand on the back of Becky's chair she peered down at the naked girl, at the heaving tits that were still pointed with unaccustomed passion.

Becky's thighs were pressed together, but Mavis could see the remnants of jizz oozing from her snatch and glazing her inner thighs. One of Becky's hands was on her mound, fingers twirling tendrils of strawberry blonde pubic hair. The girl's eyes were closed and she was still experiencing the after explosions of orgasm, enjoying the thunderous sensation of having a man's cock pumping into her pussy for the first time.

Mavis frowned. "Get dressed, Becky," she said softly, then whirled to stalk into Willie's private bathroom. She grinned. He had really had a blast and was straining to force pee through his swollen tube. Clear syrup dripped from the gaping slit as he grunted with Herculean effort.

Then his water started.

It was then Mavis knotted her fingers into a fist and struck him with all her strength-right where his bent-out cock was rooted to his crotch. She swung again and belted him in the yo-yoing balls.

The shock even shut off Willie's scream. She hit him again in the gonads; again-right on his cunt-slimed tusk. He wilted to the floor on his back in misery.

"I know your game, Willie! And you won't get my dough! You can have whatever you want-from others-but not from me!" Mavis turned and called to Becky, "In here, honey!"

When Becky weaved into the small bathroom, Mavis said to Willie, "Tell her what she has to do!"

Willie seemed to put his pain out of his mind as he stared at his recent conquest who had gotten dressed. "You will come back every week," he said.

"And you will fuck me twenty times-and give me a thousand dollars, Mr.

Quentin," Becky nodded, a feverish light in her eyes.

"Yeeesss," Willie mumbled.

"When do I come back for our next fuck?" Becky smiled wanly.

"We-shall-fuck-again-Wednesday," Willie muttered, flopping slowly back on the floor, one hand holding his big balls, the other nursing his aching penis.

"Yes, Mr. Quentin-you will fuck me again Wednesday…"

Mavis led Becky to her old car, eased the slip of a woman into the passenger's seat. Then she drove back to the bank and redeposited the thousand dollars. She smiled at Becky when she returned to the car.

Becky wore a wistful expression, "I had IT! I seemed to go all to pieces! You know what Mr. Quentin did to me, don't you, Mrs. Moran? He put his man-thing in me-fuuuncccckkked me! And…" her voice turned dreamy, thoughtful…"I liked it! It hurt a little bit at first, especially when he seemed to tear me!"

That's when she lost her cherry, Mavis mused, driving off. Oh, what a lovely baby-and BODY!-Mavis pouted, deftly adjusting the mirror so she could glance up and see Becky's reflection as she drove. She wished Becky would relax, spread her knees-but she knew that Willie's jizz coated her inner legs. Damn! She would take Becky home and spruce her up!

Mavis almost swept through a traffic signal. What was she thinking? How come her heart pounded so frantically and irregularly? She had heardhad read…did she have hot nuts to love this dainty, vibrant young woman? Was she contemplating girl-girl love? Oh, my God! Mavis wailed mentally. Yes, she wanted to undress the little Becky, see her nudity, put her hands on that smooth, satiny skin!

Then what would she do? Mavis' mouth turned dry…then it was secreting juices, fast as she could swallow. Were these love juices?

Her vision was filled with the traffic and green trees and children gamboling on smooth sidewalks-and ripe young tittie points!

Mavis almost swooned as she drove into her own driveway. She had an insatiable craving to put her mouth where Willie's penis had explored.

She was suddenly obsessed with the frantic desire to eat Becky's tender young pussy!

Becky was docile as a pet as Mavis led her into the house, into the kitchen where she mixed two screw-drivers. Mavis turned to see Becky sip her drink, melt to the floor, sit Indian-fashion. And she noticed that the little strawberry blonde hadn't bothered-or thought about skinning into her panties.

The pooch of her pussy allowed no hint that a huge prick had bored into those sweet lips, stretched them into a big doughnut! Mavis braced herself against the dinette table as she stared at that gorgeous young snatch, the puffy mound and pouting, full lips that now clung together-oh, so inviting to be pressed and kissed.

Mavis clutched the edge of the table until the tips of her fingers ached. She longed to touch-tease a little-purse-part-caress-tug that reddish, curly hair that adorned the mound like a valuable crown of spun gold-put a finger in that orifice that, oh, so short a time ago had been plugged with a massive pecker that had gunned it full of vile male jizz!

Mavis wanted to finish what Willie had left undone. She yearned to lick those puffy, pinkish lips and siphon out all of that secretion of lust.

She wanted to suck Becky's cunny, clean, purify and launch that gorgeous ass into sexy orbit and hear those nasty, pleadings…

"Ffffuuucccckkmmmeee!"

There was a wistful, pouty smile on Becky's lips, a dreamy look of mmmmooooorrrrreeeee in her greenish eyes. Although passion was mounting in Mavis' loins, she sensed a hot, burning dryness. She didn't know how, but she just knew she could do so much for the tender Becky.

Conversely, she knew that Becky could do something for her.

"Did it hurt-Becky-when he broke your-cherry? Did his big cock hurt you when he shoved it into your-pussy? How did it-feel-getting your first-fuck-from such a huge-cock?"

She watched Becky and frowned as the small young woman shook her head, tossed her beautiful hair. "Was his thing-big? He did fuck me-didn't he? That is the word-FUCK?"

Mavis peered at her intently as Becky stared into her eyes. She seemed dazed, disbelieving. "I was saving myself for-Dell! And Mr. Quentin stripped me naked-and played his hands on my body-squeezed my boobies-pushed his thing at me…INTO ME…and fuckkkkkeddddmmmee! …He took my maidenhead…F-U-C-K-E-D meeeeeee! I hurt-for a little mite of time! Then it was goooooood! I liked his fucking me!"

Mavis inhaled deeply. She was puzzled. She wanted to scratch her own snatch.

"He's a liar! Dell wouldn't steal from anyone! He lied! He conned me!

At first, before I realized what was going on, I was terrified. I didn't understand until after he shoved his cock into me, broke my cherry and fucked me! But I loved it! I wish he was here now! That b-as-t-a-r-d! I would make him fuck me right now! I like fucking and to be fucked!"

Mavis couldn't understand why she felt so weak as she mixed a pitcher of screwdrivers and urged Becky to her feet. The young woman said nothing as Mavis steered her upstairs to the master bedroom. How can I fuck her? Mavis worried, refilling their glasses and watching Becky drift onto the huge double bed. I can kiss her pussy and suck it and tongue it and dip my tongue into her vagina! I can-I can try to work my tongue into her asshole and make her cum like Willie did!

Becky slugged at her drink as Mavis ran a full tub of extra-warm water.

She cooed and purred as Mavis undressed her, assisting the removal of her clothing by turning, lifting…lifting…lifting. Mavis almost fainted with sensual hunger as Becky raised her fanny high, saluting the attention with a bump and grind of her enticing, hairy crotch and puffed vulva.

How can I fuck her? Mavis pondered, stripping out of her own clothes.

How does one woman fuck another? I can suck her-eat her juicy, delectable hair-dish-but I can't fuck her! Only a man has a big prick and can fuck deep into a woman's pussy.

She bent and kissed Becky's docile, pliant lips, let her greedy mouth nuzzle, trail to capture one of Becky's succulent tittie points. Mavis sucked hard, felt Becky's timid hand pressing into her own left breast.

She was reassured by Becky's quickening breath…

Mavis would feel her way along. She would bathe the young thing good and bed her…instinct would lead her…maybe, Becky would eat her pussy, too! A hot shimmer shivered all through Mavis' body as the thought steamed in her mind. It would be wonderful to have a virgin love her cunt! She gently tugged Becky from the bed and urged her into the hot bath. As she was about to step in, too, the telephone rang.

"Damnit!" Mavis swore softly, lunging back into the bedroom. "Hello!"

"This is Phil, Mavis; 'fraid I'll be tied up until at least next Saturday. The ginks who pulled this job think they are pretty smart.

It's about the same type of setup as the guys were talking about at the poker party. The same chain store, as a matter of fact. No security.

One manager collects all of the money. Easy robbery. But I think, in this case, it is one of the armored van crews behind it. Should have it solved by Friday night. These bastards don't know how to cover tracks …anyone with brains could rob these people and never be touched! See ya sometime Saturday."

Mavis' tension and preoccupation with the naked young woman in the bath tub had no chance to change before Phil broke the connection. He was gone. All Mavis was left with was a vague, nagging worry and the sexual opportunity for girl-girl adventure.

Trembling with anticipation, Mavis returned to the bathroom, pausing in the doorway to study the petite Becky who was lying in the full tub of warm water, knees drawn up and flung apart, saucy breast mounds bobbing firmly. Her pretty lips arched slightly in a smile of beautific contentment. Her half-closed eyes almost formed a question of what happens next, but not quite.

When Mavis stepped into the tub, between Becky's feet, the strawberry blonde woman drew herself up slightly in the tub to make room for her.

Mavis shivered with pleasure as she squatted and the hottish water lapped against her taut buttocks and splashed into the gentle gape of her swollen, excited vulva. She felt her clitoris stiffening and extending out of its little fleshy sheath and she was growing passionately hot.

To restrain herself from all but attacking the enticing young beauty, she picked up the large bar of perfumed soap in both hands and began to rub it up and down the inner planes of Becky's silky thighs.

"Aaaaahhhh-ooooh!" Becky sighed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as Mavis worked the smooth soap up and down her legs, each stroke reaching nearer and nearer the glorious vee of those perfect legs. She has a healthy fur patch, Mavis squinted at Becky's gently rounded pussy that had accommodated such an enormous cock for the first time just a short time before. She had to admit there was no evidence that Willie's penis had stretched it out of shape. She was young, her labia very elastic and resilient, Mavis marveled, at last grazing the puffy flesh with its lavish growth of curly pubic hair.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Becky murmured and Mavis could see the muscles crawl in Becky's pussy, then up over her curvy body to rub the proud titties with erect nipples.

"Ooooooohhhhhh-la-laaaaa!" Becky cooed as Mavis built a rich lather on the firm melons with the bar in one hand and using the other to caress and squeeze and tease the dark brownish-pink point. You're a sensuous young lady, Mavis thought, letting the soap slip away and using both hands on Beckons breasts. Why haven't you let Dell get into you before this? There are a few of us who know that he is a virile young stud with a very adequate and eloquent tuba. Didn't he gun me and Connie and Miriam full of thick he-cream? How did you manage to keep him out of your sexy saddle? Mavis wanted to ask as she trailed her hands down over Becky's narrow waist and let her fingers dally with Becky's pert mound and the tight crease formed by the lips of her almost virginal snatch.

"Did it hurt when Willie broke your cherry?" Mavis asked, forgetting she had asked the question before.

"A little," Becky murmured. "But it was more surprise and not really knowing what to expect from his big dick than anything else. He was really quite gentle, in a way. I have heard and read that often a girl's first experience with coitus is the next thing to being butchered. But Mr. Quentin really fucked me quite gently. God! Is his thing huge! But," and Mavis frowned at the faint smirk on Becky's lips,

"I'm already looking forward to the next time he fucks me. I wish there was some way I could watch Dell at work while Mr. Quentin fucks me, not knowing his fiancee was being screwed!"

Mavis was stunned slightly by the sex ingenue's frank admission. In spite of her fairly broad sexual experiences, Mavis was in doubt that she could function to any degree of satisfaction if Phil were watching some other man fuck her!

Becky's satisfied purring ended Mavis' distraction and she glanced down at Becky's squirming body to see that her fingers had parted the full, ripe petals and had dipped into the full blossom of Becky's aroused swat. "Let's get out and dry," Mavis said, almost curtly.

Mavis' passion had cooled somewhat and she stepped away from Becky and the two of them dried themselves. Becky seemed to be pouting. Had she expected Mavis to dry and excite her with the towel? A quick glance told Mavis that Becky wanted more by-play, wanted hands on her naked body. As passionate as she was, Mavis mused, how had she managed to keep some man from getting to her, romping between those golden thighs in bed or the back seat of a car?

And how innocent was she? The crude, vulgar words sprang easily from her lips…the coarse words had never come freely and with ease with her. She had had a variety of men chunk the meat into her before she would even permit her mind to shape the word, fuck! Yet, Becky spoke it like a hard-bitten whore! Well, what the hell? She raked the rough towel through her crotch and tingled the clit and she almost gasped aloud with sensual pleasure.

She tossed the towel into a hamper and reached into a closet for a bottle with an atomizer. Squatting halfway to the floor, Mavis sprayed her genital area with the sting-less cologne, then under her arms.

Without a word, she handed the bottle with the rubber bulb to Becky who followed suit.

"At least we have nice-smelling cunnies," Mavis smiled, patting Becky on the pert behind and fingering the enticing crease of her butt.

"I like Mr. Quentin's spray hose and perfume," Becky giggled. "Maybe we oughta get him over here and milk him dry-take turns. I've heard of gals gang-banging a guy as well as the other way around!"

"How about Dell?" Mavis asked, deliberately attempting to cut the young woman.

"Weeeellll, why not?" Becky smirked, striding naked ahead of Mavis into the bedroom and pouring a fresh drink.

Maybe what little they had drunk had induced Becky to speak so easily and profusely about-screwing! Mavis mused. What baffled her was how to proceed with her seduction of this juicy young thing. Mavis was itchy with anticipation and heat was generating all through her tummy as she watched the healthy young animal set aside her empty glass and crawl into the center of the bed. "Mavis," Becky said hesitantly, invitingly,

"please play with me and-see if you can give me those tingly thrills Mr. Quentin did. Please?"

Straightforward, Mavis suppressed a frown. But what, really, do I do?

She had been tight and only vaguely remembered the sex-working-over she, herself, had received from Miriam and Connie. Maybe she should call them!

Hell, no! She wanted this pliant young sex-gadget for herself. Mavis was giddy and a little awkward as she climbed onto the bed with her tits swaying gently.

"Oooooohhhhh, Mavis!" Becky breathed, "you have beautiful boobies.

Let's have some real fun! I've heard that girls can make each other feel sooooo gooooood! Kiss my titties and I'll kiss yours. I think we're going to have a yummy afternoon! Oh, golly! my hole-both holesitch and twitch and burn!"

Mavis maneuvered across Becky so that she could suck onto one of Becky's hard little nipples and her own left breast was pressed firmly against Becky's face. Instantly, Becky's hot little tongue curled around a tittie point and it was nursed into Becky's wet, avid mouth.

Christ! she thought, she had never sucked another girl's tit before.

She liked it! And she knew, instinctively, she would have no hang-ups about tonguing and sucking Becky's aromatic pussy! She cupped a hand firmly over Becky's hairy snatch and the young woman began squirming and writhing on the sheet. "Put your finger in my cunny, Mavis!" Becky begged as Mavis cleaved the hot lips and fingered the dainty sex-nub.

As she nibbled a nipple, then licked Becky's arm-pit, Mavis hoped, fervently, that the hot young thing would mouth-love her pussy-the way Mavis was going to eat hers.

Slowly, carefully, Mavis shifted position, swung her left leg over Becky and lowered her bottom toward the small woman's upturned face.

The girl's lips and mouth continued to work in a suckling manner after Mavis had withdrawn her breast berry. She stopped when she could feel Becky's breath gently fanning against her anus and parted crease.

As Mavis nestled her own face into Becky's perfumed crotch, Becky's legs rose straight into the air, thighs flung wide, and Mavis was able to plow her tongue into the juicy groove and dip it deep into the vibrating vagina. At the same time, she pressed her own hairy snatch against Becky's face and her love-partner latched her mouth onto the full folds of tender flesh and dived her tongue into Mavis' hungry pussy.

Becky began shuddering first, then Mavis couldn't control her own thunderous pleasure that rippled through her loins. In unison, they started gurgling, "Ooooohhh-Aaaaaghhh!"

Their climaxes were shattering. Becky was bucking and up-fucking with her bottom as her legs latched behind Mavis' neck. And Mavis sucked deeply and snaked her tongue far into the girl's steaming pussy and reveled in the grip of inner muscles and she lapped greedily. And Becky was sucking noisily and chewing gently on the thick, swollen passionpetals of Mavis' fuck-receptacle.

Later, they lay entwined in each other's arms, hot fifties crushed together, sleek thighs working together as they rubbed their Venus mounds together, girl-fucking…