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Chapter 12

Mavis awoke slowly, grateful that she could abandon the subconscious and the nightmare of reality she had lived the past few weeks. She felt funny, tingly all over. She worked a hand under the sheet and touched her highly sensitive breasts. Then her hand slid lower and she found her crowning glory was, indeed, gone. Her mound was smooth-skinned and she couldn't find a single tendril of curly hair on her puffed, sensitive outer labia. The nurses HAD shorn her completely. Phil had told her so, but she wasn't sure he had talked to her or whether it was all part of a dream.

But her crotch was smooth and slick and a trifle raw from the effects of the tape and the razor. She pulled her foot up under the sheet and spread her knees wide. Well, she thought, eyes darting about the hospital room, that bastard hadn't damaged anything but her pride, really. She pressed a finger into her vulva. "All the working parts are intact," she giggled softly.

She wondered what all those cops had thought, finding her and Willie tied up in his office, without a stitch on and their genital areas swathed in adhesive tape. She knew she should feel a sense of embarrassment at having strange men see her naked but there was only relief that they had been rescued. Poor Willie! Mavis would bet the hospital had had a hell of a time getting the tape off his hard-on-and he probably didn't have a hair left on his balls!

Mavis wolfed a breakfast of fruit juice, hot cereal toast, coffee and two poached eggs. She was enjoying her third cup of coffee when her husband swept into the room, kissed her quickly and reached under the bedclothes to cup her hairless pussy. "This will be like screwing a ten-year-old virgin," he teased.

"I was raped, Phil," Mavis frowned, worried eyes studying his.

"It could be worse, baby," Phil said, kissing her forehead and clasping one of her hands. "No real damage done."

"Did you screw Miriam that night?" she blurted suddenly.

"Let's put it this way," Phil replied softly, strolling away, his back to her as he stared out the only window in the room. "I was a little drunk-and she screwed me."

"Hank got to me, too," she confessed, holding her breath, fearful of male denunciation growing from injured ego. She almost screamed at him to say something, he was so silent for so long.

Finally, Phil turned and winked solemnly, reassuringly. "I guess we're even on that score."

Conversation was stalled for a minute as a nurse entered with a fresh pot of coffee and an extra cup, for Phil. "How about more coffee?" she smiled superfluously and was gone.

"The robbers got about $238,000 in cash and another $22,000 in checks,"

Phil said slowly, filling their cups. "The bonding company has banned me from the case."

"Why?" Mavis said with a start, and an old fear assailed her again. Was Phil involved in the robbery? Was he under suspicion? She had heard the men all talking about how easy it would be to rob Willie!

"I'm an acquaintance-a friend-of Willie's. Even Hank has been taken off the case by the Salt Lake Police Department-for the same reason."

"Who's investigating?" Mavis asked weakly "The SLCPD-and Ben Glover for the bonding company."

"Why Glover?" Mavis fretted. "He's an acquaintance of Willie and Hank and you!"

"Not a close friend," Phil said bluntly, "certainly not a neighbor like Hank and me."

Mavis didn't like the tight, cold knot in her stomach. Was Phil involved? She wanted to, but knew she didn't dare ask.

"Well, I don't care," Phil laughed, seemingly relaxed and sincere.

"It's going to be a tough one to crack. A real professional job. The two armored van guards-they were chloroformed or something and didn't, really, see a thing. Hell! They lost another couple of hundred grand or so from their rig!"

They finished their coffee and Mavis watched Phil pick up the small suitcase he had set just inside the door. "I brought you some clothes.

Why don't you get dressed and let's go home?"

Mavis smiled happily, threw back the sheet and scrambled off the bed.

For a minute, she surveyed her reddened, irritated fifties and hairless pubic mound. "I don't think I like being hairless," she complained wistfully.

"I like it," Phil grinned, a finger nudging the unwhiskered smile of her pussy and a hand caressing the smooth cheeks of her butt.

"Don't mess," Mavis said sulkily, remembering that Miriam shaved her crotch. Had her husband enjoyed fucking Miriam? she fretted on the way home. A sense of frustration almost overwhelmed her. Phil liked Miriam's slick cunt-and he hadn't diddled her in a long time! Well, she had to admit that Hank had given her a real humping in the kitchen!

And Willie certainly knew how to get a girl to spin like a sex top! And Dell had made her cum, like wowee! And Erroll Flynn-the Carrs' Boxer!

And les-love had its kicks! The robber-rapist she hadn't enjoyed at all!

As she and Phil approached the back door, Mavis remembered something that caused her to stop. She remembered, as the robber dropped his coveralls and shorts and she stared at his dong, she had seen a wart on the left side, about an inch back of the dark, swollen glans. And it had raked the wall of her vagina with a certain tantalizing effect.

If she saw that penis again, she would know who had fucked her! Maybe she should tell Henry Carr what she remembered! She shook her head and frowned at her own stupidity. She could just hear Hank say, "How do I put out an all-points bulletin for a guy with a wart on his pecker?"

In the house, as Phil mixed a couple of scotch and waters, Mavis was still preoccupied and troubled. Phil hadn't been perturbed that she had been raped-hadn't seem particularly affected by her announcement that Hank had pumped the prick to her. Well, he had admitted he had prickered Miriam's pussy!

Should she tell him about the robber-rapist? Maybe he would be peeved to find his wife paid close attention to a man's dingus before he socked it to her cunt!

What the hell! She was getting tired of being a sex captive, of sorts.

"The guy who banged me during the robbery had a wart on his shaft!" she blurted. "About an inch behind the head!"

Instead of being irritated by the admission his wife inspected pricks before they were stabbed into her snatch, Phil seemed to beam.

"Goddamn! I feel this has to be a close-to-home heist! And that may be just the clue we need!" Then he wilted slightly. "How the hell do you find a guy with a wart on his business?"

Mavis shrugged. That was similar to the comment she would expect from Police Lieutenant Henry Carr.

The gnawing worry that her husband had something to do with the supermarket robbery lingered with Mavis. "Whom do you suspect, Phil?" she asked cautiously.

"Absolutely nobody at this time," he frowned. "It was a real, professional job!" That didn't make Mavis feel any better; her husband, because of his background in insurance investigation, could qualify as an expert in such a venture.

"I wouldn't want any of the money," she said timidly.

"You wouldn't want part of about four-hundred grand?" Phil chuckled dryly. "All in unmarked, untraceable bills!" Mavis felt like crying.

About three o'clock, the Carrs came over and Mavis was grateful for the break in the awkwardness between Phil and her.

"Willie has a slight concussion and the blackest eye I ever saw," Hank chuckled as Phil served drinks.

"And eight inches of the rawest meat this side of the butcher shop!"

Miriam laughed. "That oughta keep his sausage out of a girl's grinder for a while!"

"When they took all of that tape off Mavis," Phil said with his slow, shy, engaging grin, "they…" he paused to sip his scotch…" I guess I'll have to get her a hairpiece."

"They shaved her?" Miriam chortled with glee.

Mavis reddened.

"Smooth as Miriam?" Hank grinned.

"Absolutely!" Phil replied.

"I'll be damned!" Hank almost choked on his drink and a sliver of ice.

"You'd be shaved-not damned!" Miriam corrected. "I've never seen a man without bushes and bushes of cockle hair!"

And Mavis knew that Phil, truly, had screwed Miriam-and Hank knew it.

And Phil and Miriam knew that she had been plundered by Hank's cock; his stallion had stampeded all through her sex corral!

Mavis glanced at Phil and recognized he wasn't about to mention her knowledge that one of the robbers had a wart on his dong! And she wouldn't say anything, either.

"How much does the police know about the job," Phil asked, rising to mix another round and sauntering out to the kitchen for a couple of cigars from the refrigerator.

"I found out that there was no death in the family of one of Willie's employees-the cashier, I think. That's about all I found out before I was taken off the case early this morning. The notice really came from Ogden, not Los Angeles."

"What do you really think, Hank? An 'inside' job?" Phil pursued.

"Who can tell, at this time? I know that I took two weeks of my vacation, starting today when I was relieved of the investigation."

Were their friends and neighbors involved? Mavis fretted, wishing she wasn't getting drunk so she could think clearly. She tried to recall, in detail, the animal-like thrusts of the robber's cock into her cunt.

She remembered, not quite clearly, the rasp of the wart in her vagina as he fucked her. It had sent sharp electrical sparks all through her pelvic region as it rasped the wall of her channel. Then he had sunk his cock deep and shot her full of his jizz.

She couldn't remember-but she didn't recall that Willie had a wart on his dong. And she had watched it all taped up. Hell! She had even jacked him off to make him hard! But she couldn't remember. Oh, that didn't figure. He had been bound into his chair and the guy who had screwed her while she was all tied up was the guy with the node on his pussy-knocker! I guess I am getting drunk! She hadn't seen Hank's packer. He had fucked her from behind, in the dark kitchen. She didn't know whether she had felt a wart or not. She had been tense and apprehensive. Who else had fucked her? She wasn't sure about Dell Emerson; that had been almost like rape-under threat. Who? She had seen Glover's cock, vaguely, as he plunged it into Terry Lewis. But it had been dark. Oh, damn! She was starting to suspect everyone she knew.

It probably was none of them-she hoped.

But, if she could find the guy with the wart on his penis, she would have one of the gangsters. And that might lead to the others. There was one thing she had to do-that was clear in her alcohol-fuzzed brain-to find the guy with the raspy little lump on the side of his peter!

How? Maybe she would start up or down through the ranks and screw the most likely suspects. Why not Hank first? He was here!

The prospect of a hunt for a certain pecker started a warm tingling in her loins and Mavis sensed hot juices perking all through her itching vagina. She nodded as Miriam excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Then Henry remembered a telephone call he wanted to make and said,

"I'll use the extension in the kitchen."

As soon as Mavis and Phil were alone, her husband asked, "Do you suppose Hank might be THE guy? You really don't remember from the night he pumped his prick to you?"

Mavis frowned. "No, I don't."

She remembered the exquisite sensation of having her twat filled with mammoth prick and his harsh hairiness rasping against her fanny cheeks and the backs of her thighs. But a wart on his sex-pole? No.

"Maybe you should take steps to find out," Phil said, frankly inviting her to take on Hank as if he had no more concern about his wife screwing another man than if he had suggested that she start dinner.

"Oh, Phil!" Mavis demurred. And she was troubled again by the possibility of identifying the robber who had fucked her. What if he did turn out to be one of their close acquaintances-and Phil were involved? Yet, maybe he wasn't a party to the crime. She just couldn't visualize her husband standing by and letting some guy screw her during the robbery when it wasn't necessary. However, it occurred to her, he could have been part of the gang and had remained outside the store.

Oh, Christ! She didn't know whom to suspect! "Phil, you don't really think our friends could be involved, do you?"

"If I were investigating this thing-which I'm not-I would look at it as an inside job," Phil said, "and that includes Willie."

"Not Willie, honey," Mavis protested. "You didn't see the way that guy slugged him."

"Maybe you're right about Willie," Phil shrugged as Henry and Miriam rejoined them. "There's one way we-you-can start eliminating possibilities."

And this meaning was obvious-seduce the suspects!

After Phil had distributed fresh drinks, Mavis frowned at him. "Okay!

But no one is going to watch!"

Phil only answered with a grin, nodding as Mavis shifted position casually on the sofa and let her skirt brush high up on her thighs. Her sex scenery wasn't missed by Hank's eyes and Mavis thought she detected a telltale swelling as he steamed up slightly.

It would be no trouble to seduce Hank-but she was damned if she were going to let Miriam and Phil watch her examine Hank's dong for a wart, then flop onto her back and let him fuck her!

Well, get Miriam out of here! Mavis fretted mentally. If I'm going to lay Hank, I want both of you out of here! Hank's eyes were drawn to her parted knees, trying to stare up her skirt to her panty-clad pussy. And Mavis felt his gaze was almost a physical touch on her bare skin and she was beginning to get a little hot. She leaned toward her husband and said softly, a little bitchily, "It's been a long time since I've seen yours-maybe you've developed a wart in that time."

"Bullshit!" Phil snapped and Mavis watched him shuffle on the sofa, noticeably uncomfortable and perhaps a little guilty.

"We're about out of booze," Phil said offhandedly. "I think I better take a trip to the liquor store. Who wants to go along? Hank? Miriam?

Just to make sure I can find my way back."

"Let me go, Phil," Miriam said quickly. "I want to get some things at the supermarket and the pharmacy next door."

Mavis turned her head to hide a scowl. You slut! You want to get in my husband's pants again!

"Okay, let's go," Phil said amiably, clearly pleased that Miriam was going with him. And Mavis pouted, And yon want another crack at her cookie jar!

In seconds, Mavis was left alone with Hank whose eyes were becoming glazed with passion as he continued trying to penetrate her panties with his eyes to explored her freshly shaved crotch. She spread her legs a little wider, giving him a totally unobstructed view of the silk-covered joy place. "You old dog," she said lightly, "you want to bury your bone in it, don't you?"

She winked at him as he gulped his drink. You bastard, stare! I know you didn't see it that night, it was too dark in the kitchen. All you got was a lustful feel and you shoved it to me from behind and unloaded your fizz. Well, I'll get a good look at it today!

Mavis didn't have to force a dazzling smile of invitation. She was beginning to appreciate Hank's lecherous stare up her dress. She squirmed slightly and her dress was rolled up in her lap and her long, tapering legs were in full view. Hank feasted his eyes on the inner softness of her creamy thighs and the rich curve of her pussy.

"I don't expect them back for a while," Mavis murmured. "Wanta finish what you started the other night?"

"What?" Hank muttered, a little dumbly, his mouth working as if he were already gobbling her pussy. Mavis made the muscles slither in her thighs and Hank's eyes bulged.

"You didn't give me a complete fucking," she smiled, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off. She arched her back, lifting her braencased titties high. "Like?" she teased as she removed the bra and moved her body from side to side, causing her ripe boobies to jounce before Hank's feverish gaze. "You just had your own jollies" she pouted, "a girl likes to be fucked with a good prick until she has her fun, too. And you have such a magnificent cock, Hank," she added, praising and flattering him, but meaning it, too.

His big meat was wonderful; it had filled her cunny to the brim. And she was getting more anxious to crack his big nuts and have his thick cream whipped in her churning box.

And it was obvious, from the husky bulge in Hank's trousers that he was well-armed, even though he had left his police revolver at home, that he was getting huge, and had a high-caliber gun barrel. Just the banana for her hot split!

Mavis' vagina was crawling with the sensation of an active sponge, twitching in its eagerness to soak up Hank's ready phallus. She stood and leaned forward slightly, tempting Hank with her full titties, tips swollen and hard. She hoisted her skirt from the back, not letting him see her, and grasped the waistband of her panties. She worked them off over her rump and down her long legs. She let them skid to the floor and kicked them off, giving Hank only a flirty glimpse above her knees.

She was all but ready, yet Hank was still fully clothed. Get naked, she was tempted to shout at him. Let me examine that big thing of pours, then let's fuck!

"Is this a one-sided exhibition?" Mavis challenged, turning her back to Hank and shaking out of her skirt. She stood motionless for nearly a minute, letting him ogle her naked back and full buttocks. She worked the muscles, pinching the half moons of her ass firmly against the long, curving crease.

She didn't want him from the rear this time; she wanted him between her spraddled thighs with her feet kicking high in the air so she could gobble all of his massive cock in her cunt mouth.

Mavis was aware of a warm stickiness between her legs as she crawled onto the sofa and lay down, careful to draw up her right leg to shield her shaved pussy from Hank's lustful eyes. Jeez! How they burned with passion, the heat in them a match for the fire raging deep in her womb.

"Get your clothes off, Hank!" She had almost forgotten, in her rising frenzy to be serviced and sated by his long stud-tool, that she was only doing this in order to try to trap the robber who had plugged her twat while she was helpless. God! She wanted cock in her snatch! She needed a vigorous sex-romp with male meat pounding long and smooth into her vag! Well, it wouldn't take much time to inspect Hank's hot, hard shaft for a wart then they would fuck!

"Hurry!" she panted, wiggling her fingers in his direction. She couldn't keep her fanny from lurching in coital grinds on the sofa. It kept bouncing erratically as erotic flames leaped and seared her viscous swat. Her flanks heaved and her loins ached and her vagina clutched hungrily for a meal of fat cock. She smiled encouragingly as he stood and began undressing. In seconds, after she checked his tusk she would have him inside her pumping the prick to her, relieving the sensual tensions. God! She needed a cum!

"Hurry, fuck-partner," she begged, "I want that huge prick in me! I want it fucked in deep!"

Mavis didn't have to look down at herself to know that the puffy pussy lips were gaping in a slight smile and her vulva was like a greedy mouth waiting to devour Hank's cock-sirloin. And-there it was!-he had plenty of it. Long! Thick! Hard as an oak branch! A wonderful fucktool!

She watched Hank approach, stiff-legged, his big bone wobbling from side to side as he walked. Then she reached with a trembling hand to tease his big nuts with the tips of her fingers. Tenderly, she seized his shaft near the hair-matted base and bent it toward her. She was tempted to suck him off, it looked so delicious! She slid the thick, tight skin back. She had milked down a lot of cocks and she knew she could make him cum by jacking him off-with only a few strokes. God!

His shaft was rock-hard and hot as a poker! She didn't want him to shoot his goodies under the goadings of her hand. She wanted him to hose his jizz into her sex-starved pussy!

She gripped it tight and studied the thick-skinned dong. There wasn't a sign of a wart. He wasn't the man who had screwed her during the robbery of Willie's store. Well, she wasn't going to be left emptyhanded-empty-handed? She had a handful of magnificent pussy-pleaser and she was going to have this massive male member crammed into her snatch, hauled out and rammed back in and she was going to cum and cum and CUM!

"Okay," she said huskily, shuffling on the sofa to make room for his spread knees between her parted thighs. "Let's have fun! Come on, Hank, let's fuck!"

As he positioned himself between her veed legs, knees against her tense ass, she seized his prick in both hands. "I'll guide it in," she panted, pressing the pear-shaped knob into her vulva, massaging the red inner lips, then aiming it against the fluttering opening to her ravenous snatch.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh," she whimpered with passionate anticipation as Hank slowly nudged his cockhead into her throbbing vagina.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh, sooooooo goooooodddddd! Fucking is such ffffuuuunnnnn!" she dug her nails into his shoulders, leaving red tracings of her wantonness.

She jerked her fanny up and down and around to assist Hank as he slowly drove his shaft all of the way into her until his hairy balls bounced against her up-tilted butt. The pucker string of her anus felt like a burning ring of fire. "God! Fuck me, Hank. Fuck me hard and make me cum!" she begged.

Wham! Bang! After several slurpy, industrious pumps, Mavis felt she was about to shatter. His cock's head slammed past the cervix, into the womb. There was the pungent aroma of male and female sex-heat thick in her narrowed nares as Hank fucked her faster and faster.

Sloosh! Sloosh! Sloosh!

His prick plunged in and out of her cunt.

"I'm cuunummmmiiiinnnng!"

A scream of rapture bounced off the walls and the ceiling as Hank pounded the cod into her and she humped her ass to meet his pistoning cock-thrusts. Spasms of erotic pleasure gripped her and her whole body felt like flowing lava.

She didn't have the robber between her legs, but she had a masterfucker riding and bouncing and bucking in her fuck-saddle. And he really knew how to thud the meat to a girl.

"Fffffuuuucccckkkk mmeeee faster and deeeeppppeeeerrrr!"

She was like a shooting star and sparks of passion seemed to be exploding everywhere. She wouldn't have cared less as she careened through her violent pleasure had she known that her husband and Miriam were parked in the Carr garage with the double door closed.

Phil was sipping raw scotch from a bottle as Miriam sucked him off, savoring his cock and giving him a sapping blow-job.

She was in the thrall of her fifth climax and Hank was gunning his jizz into her snatch as Miriam and Phil shifted into the back seat to fuck until their sex-heat steamed up the car windows.