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Chapter 13

Mavis awoke with the sweet realization that she was naked atop the covers in hers and Phil's bedroom. My husband, she thought, must haste carried me upstairs to bed. She stretched slowly, deliciously. Criminy!

Hank Carr gave me a good fuck!

Her cunny still crawled and convulsed with the pleasure of having his huge cock socked into it.

With eyes still closed, Mavis caressed her firm titties and pinched the nipples. One thing, though, she frowned: Hank wasn't the robber who had raped her. She reviewed the situation quickly. And it hadn't been Willie Quentin. And she was positive it wasn't Dell Emerson. Who? Her quest for the man with the tantalizing growth-or wart-on the side of his penis might never be fulfilled. She could fuck all the Mormons and Catholics in Utah and still not find him! What a helluva way to try to help her husband crack a robbery-bed all the men around!

Mavis stifled a giggle. What a delightful way to conduct an investigation…give all the suspects the third degree between her thighs, grilling them-and their peters-in her pussy!

She turned onto her side and opened her eyes slowly. She squinted and smiled broadly. Phil was lying on his hack beside her. He was blessed with a massive hard-on and his husky gonads were rolled high in their crinkled sac.

Delicately, Mavis raked a fingernail across the purplish head and restrained the desire to laugh as her hubby's stomach muscles crawled and his erect penis trembled. Gentry, she jacked him off, just running the tip of an index finger over his thick shaft, working the tight, thick skin up and down.

Phil groaned; his ass bucked upward to meet her touch. "She sucked the whole thing," Phil mumbled and a smile brightened his expression. "She ate and sucked and swallowed the whole thing."

Mavis pouted, then frowned. He was talking about Miriam Carr. It was clear to her. Miriam had given Phil a blow-job-and it was still in his mind. She has to be a master at cock-sucking, Mavis thought, if the pleasure she gives a man will dominate his subconscious. Mavis raised on an elbow to study her husband. Phil had been sucked off and he, obviously, had liked the lips of a woman-Miriam-lapped around his dong slavering and licking and sucking!

"Christ!" Mavis whispered softly, "he still has lipstick all over his packer-and it's matted in his cock hair and smeared all over his belly and balls."

You bastard! she swore softly, taking hold of his long, hot shaft. She began to masturbate him in a determined manner and his body jerked rhythmically.

"Oooooohhhhh," Phil mumbled. "She sucked and ate the whole thing."

Mavis jacked him off with greater diligence, rising to use both hands on his prick. Faster and faster. If it hadn't been for Miriam's mouth paint all over her husband's genitals, she would have been tempted to blow him herself! But she drew the line. She decided she would see if he had any jizz left in his reservoir…

"And he does…" she smirked as she felt the tensing in his pipe. She worked harder on his joint. "Shoot, you bastard! Shoot your cum all over yourself!"

She whipped her hands up and down on his cock and kept it up all the time Phil ejaculated thick spurts of sperm all over his belly, even up into his chest hair.

He awakened with a start and frowned as he realized that Mavis had jacked him off all over himself. Then he grinned as she scampered off the bed. "At least Miriam didn't create a mess." He swatted futilely at her naked butt.

"She may have sucked you off and you didn't get cum all over everything," Mavis corrected, "but she left you a mess-your club all painted up for war. I'll make some coffee."

"It wasn't Hank, was it?" Phil called after her.

"He doesn't have a wart on his dingus," Mavis replied.

As Mavis was fixing breakfast, Phil received a telephone call. Over their third cups of coffee, he said, "I have to chase my ass over to Reno. That was my boss on the phone. And, according to him, I am more and more under suspicion in connection with the robbery here."

His tone was mild, but his bitterness wasn't concealed from Mavis. She saw his eyes briefly and the pain in them almost made her cry.

"Oh, how can they think you were mixed up in it? You weren't even in the area."

"But I was in the area," Phil shook his head. "I can't account for some five hours of my time even though I was here, at home, at the time the robbery occurred."

Mavis turned away. More than ever, she wished she could strip away the mystery-that is, strip the robber, screw him, if necessary, and find the man with the wart on his peter.

She wished Phil didn't have to leave, but realized that being busy, on an investigation, would be better for him than being idle, waiting for something to happen.

How, she wondered, could Willie and Hank be so blithe and carefree about the robbery? They just seemed to be so nonchalant about the whole thing. And her husband was the one who was catching all of the hell!

She was just kissing Phil good-bye when Terry Lewis drove up, obviously a little tight. The trim little pixie sauntered up, wearing hot pants and weaving her vixen body enticingly. "Mavis, do you know where Connie and Miriam are?"

Mavis suppressed a frown as she caught a brief glimpse of the way her husband peered at the diminutive, but very seductive little orangish blonde.

"No," Mavis said, "I haven't seen them." She was tempted to tell her husband, Get the hell out of here, or fuck her right now, on the lawn!

It was indelibly in her mind, the wanton scenes of Terry Lewis. She was a fuck-kitten and, probably wouldn't object to Phil's stripping her down to the buff, slamming her down on her back or taking her on all fours. Terry fairly oozed sex; an aroma of fuck-fuck seemed to emanate from her every pore-not to mention her crotch orifice!

"I'll call you when I arrive in Reno," Phil grinned and Mavis frowned as he started the engine and backed slowly from the drive. Oh, you'll fuck her later, huh? She waved goodbye until Phil turned the corner and was out of sight. Without even turning, Mavis was aware of Terry close behind her, could smell the sweet perfume of hot pussy. The very proximity of a vibrant, warm female primed for a sex domain whatever form-started Mavis' sexual organs churning…the puffy lips of her pussy grew hot and her coital channel seethed with lustful anticipation. "Let's go in the house," Mavis said.

"And have a drink and take off our clothes and play fun games," Terry tittered, falling in beside Mavis. As they entered the back door, Terry taunted, "I'll bet you haven't had a chance to get a sweet screw from your husband since he got home from Wyoming, have you? But, you've been getting some stiff dick, haven't you?" Terry teased.

Mavis ignored the all-too-true analysis. As she mixed drinks in the kitchen, tried to keep her eyes from the great expanse of bare skin revealed by Terry's scanty attire, she asked, "Whose car are you driving? That isn't yours and Mickey's."

"Maybe not, maybe so," Terry pouted. "It's a T-Bird. I like it and I'll have it."

Mavis had never made many Singapore Slings, and the third pair of them didn't go any faster. She merely frowned as Terry said, "I got something in the car," and she ran through the house, her woman aroma wafting on the air. When her measurements proved faulty, Mavis tilted the bottles of straight booze into the glasses.

She wasn't happy, but was, strangely, exultant about the delicious sensation of her pussy fairly steaming with anticipation of having sexfun with Terry Lewis!

"Did you like the randying you got from Del Emerson, Mavis?" Terry winked when she returned. "And how about Mr. Carr? And Mr. Quentin?

And, how many others, Mavis?"

Mavis didn't like the subtle, prying inquiry about-what Mavis interpreted-her life as a whore. "Did you like your trick with the boxer?" Mavis countered. "How about your being jumped and sex-banged by that dirty old Ben Glover?"

"Massive cock!" Terry grinned, drinking deeply. "Mean as hell-the way he fucks a girl!"

Mavis' pulse quickened, but she recoiled mentally. She didn't want Ben Glover's insidious prick in her body. Yet, provocatively in her mind was the thought…does that lecherous old man have a wart on the side of his long pussy-pole? God! Would she have to fuck him to find out?

To determine whether he might have or might not have been the robber who had fucked her during the night of the supermarket heist?

She shuddered with grim dread. Would she have to? Have to fuck himtake his sex joint into her canny? She wouldn't ask Terry if she remembered whether or not the lustful man had a growth on his thing.

Terry, being as drunk as she had been, probably couldn't remember anything except Ben Glover's rocking the cock to her.

Mavis felt her skin growing hot. Sleek muscles tensed under the silk dressing gown she wore as Terry's lascivious eyes prowled over her.

"Mick took some boys from the summer recreation program camping in the Wasatches and won't be back until tomorrow afternoon," Terry said. And Mavis was aware of the lithe young girl's shallow, almost passionate breathing.

And you want us to have a lesbian fling until then, Mavis thought. She wouldn't meet the flashing, sensual invitation in Terry's eyes. Maybe I should get Becky over and we can have a threesome-but she's probably priming herself for another blast from Willie's sex thunderstick.

Why not Del Emerson? Mavis frowned; maybe it would be best to go along with Terry's game and get their sex thrills from each other.

Eventually, Mavis' eyes were drawn to Terry's nervous fingers that kept toying with the package wrapped in brown paper. The sexy gal seemed obsessed with opening it.

"What's in the package?" Mavis queried softly.

"A toy that will beat the hell out of that gadget Miriam has!"

The sensual warmth that flooded through Mavis' body made her even more keenly aware that she was absolutely naked under the dressing gown.

Where there had been a faint dread and a wish that Terry would leave, there was now a hot, almost lewd anticipation taking its place. And Terry's eyes were fastened to the loosening vee of the gown that revealed the deep valley between her feverish, pointing titties.

Terry's faint, smirking smile told Mavis that her companion was cognizant of the passion that was clutching her loins, that passion juices were starting to steam in her undulating vagina. The craving for sex was almost painful. Mavis was tempted to demand to see what was in the package. She was already convinced, after Terry's flat hint, that it was some kind of sex tool. Well, the way her pussy was crawling with need, she hoped it was a big one. Her deep well was like a starving mouth, eager to be crammed full of sex fare. She needed it! She just hoped that Terry was adept enough to girl-fuck her until she was satisfied.

Trying to control the tremulous tone of her voice Mavis asked slowly,

"What's in the package, Terry?"

Mavis wasn't sure whether the hot film of moisture on her inner thighs, near her crotch, was from perspiration or was the sweet passion-hone from her vulva. God! How her labia and asshole itched!

"A double-dildo!" Terry exclaimed triumphantly.

Mavis frowned. Why doesn't she unwrap it? She watched Terry stand, slowly remove her halter with the built-in bra cups. Mavis stared at the perfect cones of firm flesh. The nipples, surrounded by tight aureoles, were taut brown spikes tilting slightly toward the ceiling.

Her fingers itched to touch the smooth woman fruit untouched by the sun. They seemed frothy and confection-rich with little smooth berries on top of all that sweet whipped cream. Her mouth watered to savor Terry's luscious breasts and to nibble those dainty nubs.

"Where do we romp, Mavis?" Terry asked, excitement building in her voice. "Take off your robe and let's find a place to make girl-love!"

Mavis watched Terry float to her feet, breasts hardly quivering from the motion. The puffy eagerness of Terry's pussy lips was a pronounced prominence in her hot pants. A proper name, Mavis thought, for those rape-inviting shorts…HOT pants! And Terry certainly has hot pants!

Well, her own box wasn't exactly an igloo! Mavis whirled, letting the hem of her gown swirl to give Terry a quick look at flashing, creamy thighs, and led the way through the house and upstairs to her's and Phil's bedroom. Mavis shrugged out of her gown and tossed it atop a bureau of drawers. When she turned, Terry was skinning out of her hot pants. Eyes missed eyes-they were too busy exploring each other's bodies. Desire fanned through Mavis as she marveled at Terry's delectable nakedness. And Terry's sex-glazed stare told Mavis hers was just as inviting.

Mavis stood perfectly still as Terry tossed her package on the bed and approached slowly, clutching her breast mounds near the base, pointing the swollen nipples at Mavis. Mavis' breathing was shallow and hurried as she watched Terry rub first one nipple, then the other against her own. The gentle friction of Terry's tittie-rubbing, plus the promise of tempestuous, illicit girl-sex seemed to kindle an intense fire all through Mavis. She hoped Terry would suck her pussy-and she would eat her in return. Slowly, Mavis reciprocated and grasped her own hot breasts, pointing them "in" so that her nipples mated with Terry's hard, burning points in electrifying thrills.

They shuffled toward each other, crushing their tits together. As they twined their arms about each other's naked bodies, Mavis felt the titillating tickle of Terry's profuse pubic mat tickle her hairless Venus mound. Mavis caressed Terry's lean, sleek back and shuddered with pleasure as her love-companion kneaded the firm, smooth buns of her fanny.

Mavis loved the contact of flesh against flesh, the gentle rasping of Terry's pussy hair. Mavis hunched her rear end forward to increase the pressure of the fleshy sex mounds that formed a parapet to their cunnies. Her hands found and cupped Terry's firm seat-buns as she shivered, loving the way Terry worked her fingers into the crack of her butt and probed for the tight, burning crinkle of her asshole! She almost wished that Terry would worm a finger into her anus and fingerfuck her bowels…

And there it comes! Involuntarily, Mavis slid her feet apart, pushed her rump back slightly, relaxed her buttocks to take the demanding finger deep into her rectum.

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she sighed raggedly, capturing Terry's partly open mouth with her own. Terry responded by fucking her pelvis against Mavis and stabbing a hot, moist tongue into Mavis' mouth and tickled her palate. "Aaaaaahhhhh," Mavis sighed, wiggling her ass as Terry swizzled her finger around in her ass channel. Mavis wriggled harder, feeling pressure against her stinging clit by Terry's sex mound.

Trembling, they wrestled frantically in each other's arms for several minutes, on the threshold of orgasm, but not quite able to make it.

Their boobies were welded together; their pubic regions were grinding; passion thrills danced in Mavis' loins; Terry's finger stirred a deeper carnal, animal pleasure deep in Mavis' butt hole.

"Let's get on the bed," Terry moaned, "and we'll sit in each other's saddles and girl-fuck!"

Mavis didn't want to break off the tantalizing contact, Terry had drawn her away out and orgasm was just a question of time, but she let Terry back away. "Get on the bed; on your back; put your hands under your hips; brace them up high." Mavis was aware of a hot, gooey sweetness in her crotch. Lithe and athletic, Mavis had no trouble following directions. She felt a little silly with her legs straight up in the air, feet far apart, her hairless pussy exposed to her partner's lascivious gaze. She wished Terry would hurry. She needed fucking!

Through half-closed eyes, she watched Terry step up on the bed.

"Brace yourself firmly," Terry panted with passion, positioning her right foot against Mavis' upturned fanny and stepping through with her left foot, placing it near the base of Mavis' left breast, between arm and ribs.

Mavis spread her legs wider, expanding the vee of her taut thighs. She tilted her head so she could watch Terry part the full, thick petals of her pussy. "That feeeels gooooood!" Mavis moaned as Terry massaged the clit with the tip of a finger and dived a finger deep into her hot, throbbing swat. "Ooooohhh!" she whimpered, her ass bumping and grinding to accentuate the pressure, wanting more and more in her cunt.

"Heeeeaaaavvveeennnnly!" Mavis groaned. She rotated her rump, upfucking her snatch against Terry's educated hand.

She watched Terry's other hand at work in her own crotch as the girl pressed her labia far apart so that the slick inner surface was fully exposed. And Terry was turning her own pussy blossom inside out.

Terry squatted slowly, her smooth, firm, rounded buttocks caressed Mavis' inner right thigh; her pussy mesh, curly and rich, raked her left. Mavis thought she could feel the intense heat of Terry's voracious young snatch as it sank closer and closer.

Then there was faint contact…then full pressure…and Mavis felt their searing pussies were welded together in ecstatic, erotic bond.

"Two women can screw pretty good," Terry panted.

"What a delicious sensation," Mavis murmured as Terry swabbed her bottom around, rubbing the hot slickness of their cunnies together.

Mavis thought she could feel Terry's hard clit needling against her own and up-bucked her ass and came quickly, sharply, almost painfully.

"Ooooohh, fuck me!" Mavis whined, reveling in having her snatch glued to another woman's in wanton female intercourse. She looked up at Terry's triumphant face, eyes half-closed, relishing her own orgasm. "I never realized two women could latch their pussies together and fuck sooooo goooooood!" Mavis choked with pleasure. Terry had both of her arms around Mavis' stiff left leg for support and was girl-fucking like mad. The breath of passion whinnied through her narrowed nostrils as she fucked around and around rubbing her steaming, burning snatch against Mavis'.

"Oooooohh, ffffuuuuccckkk-fuck, FUCK!" Terry grunted, shaking her ass around and around, faster and faster. "I'm ready again!" Terry screamed, fucking faster. "Let's cum together!" and she churned her crotch faster and harder against Mavis' scorching sex orifice.

"I'm ccccuuuummmmiiinnnggg!" Mavis squalled, up-fucking her ass, suddenly shattered by sensual relief losing muscle control. She went limp, burning with pleasure as orgasm danced along every nerve. She was vaguely aware that Terry had collapsed toward the foot of the bed, their pussies still melted together.

Shortly, she was aware of the rustle of paper and knew that Terry must be unwrapping her double-dildo. It was such a heavenly pleasure, having her parted pussy lips kissed by another woman's cunt mouth. Mavis didn't protest as Terry crawled from contact. Her strength was returning after being buffeted by the erotic session of female coitus with the tempestuous Terry. She righted herself and crawled to see what Terry was doing.

She stifled a gasp as Terry withdrew the instrument from its wrappings.

The color was that of a male, Caucasian. "Merciful gawd!" Mavis breathed, staring, wide-eyed. It was as if two well-hung men, with hard-ons, had run into a guillotine. And the full genitals of both had been united at the base. Two sets of hairy balls growing out of each other. And long phalluses pointing in opposite directions. Mavis noted, admiringly, that each shaft was at least nine inches long: the heads were gorgeous, enormous bulbs-and the thickness of the spears would make a heifer cough!

"Can we fuck each other with that?" Mavis inhaled slowly, gulping.

Terry giggled. "I think-hope-so. If we can, won't it be a marvelous fuck?"

"How do we do it?" Mavis sighed, her pussy again spasming with eagerness. After all, she had just had a clitoral cum and needed a deep vaginal penetration to really set her off and satisfy her craving for prick.

They flopped over, lying side by side, face down with their knees drawn up under their heaving, naked tummies. Mavis watched Terry play with the artificial dong, take one knob into her mouth as if giving a man a blow-job. Mavis touched one set of the hairy balls and was amazed at how realistic they felt.

For a minute, they peered into each other's eyes. Terry stopped sucking the cock and they kissed quickly, held the contact, tongues swizzling in each other's mouths.

"I think I know," Terry said, slipping away. "You stay where you are."

"I'm not going anywhere," Mavis giggled. "Not when there is the prospect of having my pussy fucked. And I want to try to take all of that wonderful prong in my snatch!"

"Be patient, passionate love," Terry chortled, voice musical and happy behind her. "What a beautiful thing you are from behind. I just feel like licking your butt hole and tonguing your gorgeous pussy!"

"Don't be bashful," Mavis laughed, tossing her butt in little tantalizing circles, really wanting Terry to eat her pussy and asshole.

"Maybe later," Terry chirped. "I'll give you your half first, then take mine. We'll go at it rear-to-rear." Mavis quivered delicious pleasure as she felt one of Terry's hands on her upraised buttocks. "Here it comes, love," Terry murmured. Mavis braced herself as she felt the object swabbed in her wide rut. "That's the hole," Mavis sighed as Terry pressed the big knob against the vaginal entry.

"Betcha!" Terry agreed, cramming about two inches of it into Mavis' sultry snatch.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Mavis purred, wincing slightly as the massive pole slid deeper and deeper into her feverish body.

"Here it comes, baby," Terry said, "this should fill your snatch absolutely to the brim with make-believe cock!"

"Ggggooooodddd!" Mavis groaned.

"You have a cuntful!" Terry gloated and Mavis rotated her ass with pleasure as Terry fucked in and out of her a few times. "Hold your scrumptious snatch and butt still while I fill my greedy cunt with my half. This should be tops if there ain't no man around!"

Bracing herself on the side of her head, Mavis watched Terry shuffle around. She worked a hand under her belly and grasped a set of balls, holding the tool steady until Terry was ready. She felt the sweet brush of buttocks against her own. She felt the tool jockeyed about slightly and Terry groaned, "Damn! It's a big son of a bitch! I'm gonna take it all if it stretches my snatch all out of shape! Ah! In it goes! What a nice cock-feeling in my canny!"

As Terry continued working the huge shaft into her own body, Mavis could feel the fat pole jostling in her own swat, sending ripples of pleasure jerking through her body. Once Terry jumped and Mavis almost growled at her not to pull the tool out of her.

"When I finally get it all the way in me," Terry panted, still laboring to sock the massive dong into her snatch, "we'll hunch back and forth toward each other-we'll back-fuck and really ball the jack."

"I don't know whom you're talking about," Mavis panted, "but I wish this jack were here and we'd really fuck his balls off!"

Instinctively, each clutched a set of artificial genitals and began manipulating their cunts around the dual post. It let them control the pace and depth of penetration; they liked it in deep, their ass cheeks rubbing. Terry's pace was frantic; Mavis' was more measured as she fucked her cunt on the thing in long, slow strokes. When they climaxed, they released the balls, tangled their fingers in their hair or beat the mattress with their fists and fucked their asses against each other as they exploded with sex pleasure deep in their loins.

"Wwwwwhhhhaaaatttt fffuuuucccckkkkin'!" Terry breathed raggedly as she and Mavis slowly emerged for their fifth cums.

Mavis wanted to get one more jolting climax. The big dong was sliding smoothly and easily into her greased, boiling snatch up to the simulated balls. "One more!" she howled, "and you can eat met! We'll eat each other!"

But the telephone rang and they were interrupted for a few hours. Their frantic, passionate girl-fucking was over for a while.

Willie Quentin demanded that Mavis come down to the store. He emphasized that it was urgent!