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Chapter 14

Mavis freshened her body and dressed while Terry lay sprawled in the middle of the bed, the huge dong protruding from her snatch, one end still buried in her body.

"Mick isn't going to like me having that T-Bird," Terry frowned, "but I'm going to keep it, anyway!"

Mavis watched the little sex-pot slowly fucking the dildo in and out of her snatch.

"I should go down to the store with you and get a fast fuck from Willie," Terry panted.

"I don't think he'll fuck anyone for a few days," Mavis replied, remembering how Willie's dong had been taped up just a few days before.

And Becky would get his prick' if anyone did.

"What's it all about?" Terry asked shakily, in the throes of a halforgasm, slamming the big, artificial male-bone deeply into her swat.

Mavis frowned as she stared at Terry, feet kicking in the air, thighs flung wide as she masturbated herself with the dildo. For a second, Mavis wished she had the other half of the dong scrunched into her own pussy again.

"Probably something about the robbery," Mavis muttered. "There's booze in the kitchen and the den; help yourself. I'll be back as soon as I can get back."

At the store, Willie stopped her from taking the elevator to his office. "The investigator-Ben Glover-wants to interview you about the robbery. He's somewhere in the storeroom."

Mavis' skin felt cold and scaly as that of a fish or a snake. She didn't want anything to do with Ben Glover-especially not in the darkened stockroom! But she watched Willie take the elevator to his office and she entered through the swinging doors.

A match flared in the gloom, about ten feet away, and Mavis saw Ben Glover's hawkish face reflected in the flickering flame. He exhaled smoke and shook out the match. "Come over here, Mrs. Moran-Mavisbaby-and tell me what you know about the robbery."

Her guts twinged and she sensed her vaginal passage turning cold and dry. He was a fucking beast! Hesitantly, almost mesmerized, she approached, stopping within a couple of feet of where he lounged on a crate of fresh lettuce.

Somehow she knew-he-Ben Glover-was going to give it to her. He was going to fuck her. And her guts boiled and her whole sex tract felt as if it were being seared by fire. He was going to fuck her!

"Baby," Glover said' easing forward on the crate and taking a pocket flashlight from his coat, "I think you know more about this robbery than you have told the cops."

"No no, no, no!" she muttered, recoiling mentally, but not retreating from the tiny penlight that he kept on her face, moving it from one eye to the other.

The small light almost blinded her: she couldn't see his face. But she felt his hand, rather, his finger and thumb as he tweaked one of her nipples. She wished she had worn a coarse, tight bra-instead of the filmy, lacy harness and matching bikini panties. It, probably, wouldn't have made any difference. Ben Glover was going to screw her with his long, lascivious prick!

Glover kept her right nipple in pinched captivity. The light left her face and she was in total darkness. The penlight was stabbed into her left breast and Glover twisted it against the tumescent point that seemed to burn under the pressure.

She shivered as he traced the light down over her ribs' across her stomach to poke at her navel. "Aaaaaaahhhh," she moaned, tormented and frightened.

The pressure of the small flashlight was increased on her belly button, starting nerves tingling deep in her rectum. Mavis stifled a gasp. God!

It sparked wanton twitches all through her loins, into her inner thighs-all the way down into her toes.

He was going to fuck her!

And she sensed she wanted him to fuck her!

If he fucked her, she would know together he had a wart on his prickif he were one of the robbers! The one who had raped her!

She couldn't see. The light was dug into her belly. Yet her senses were alive. Glover's breath was on her face. She could smell him. His odor wasn't rancid, but was musky and virile. Her tummy crawled; she could almost feel his hard cock against her soft flesh!

She would not flick him back!

"Phil have a hand in it-baby?"

"Noooooo!"

"Come on, sweet cunt! Tell me what you know!"

His hand left her breast and mauled her right buttock, tugging her body toward him. A finger dug at her crotch-and she heard the hint of a skid of a zipper.

"Nooooooooooo!" she gasped.

The light left her navel-and a hand grabbed her by the butt, her skin crawling under his hand. "He was involved! Tell me what you know!"

"Noooottttthhhhiinnggggggg!" Mavis thought her voice fairly rang with denial in the dark storeroom.

"Show me and tell me what you did at THE time!" Glover demanded.

Mavis was glad to get out of his grasp-yet she knew she was going to get his sex trunk in her! She almost giggled with relief that he was no longer touching her. Her relief was short-a hand shucked up under her short dress and long fingers were cuddling the full, long, curvy loaves of her ass as she preceded him. And fingernails were finding the upper waist hem of her skivvies. He was going to strip off her panties and fuck her!

He hooked a nail and her panties were slipping off the Saucy flirt of her upper buttocks. "Nnnnnoooo!" she protested as Glover pushed her into the deeper shadows of the stockroom.

"And you let the bandits in, huh?" Glover snorted.

There was the sound of a zipper skiiiiddddnnnniing And Mavis could smell-more strongly than ever-the odor of prick! It was so strong it almost panted back at her! It was only a question ofnot if-but when he would diddle her!

She was about to get a whole belly full of prick!

Her panties slid down around her ankles and her legs quaked. Glover heisted her skirt up over her back and dug a finger, doodled it around in the crack, and nudged the tense anal pucker.

Mavis wished her cunny would stop hungering for hard, long male meat!

"Phil had nothing to do with it!" she yelled as Glover pushed her over stacked cartons of vegetable juice, big cans.

One of his thumbs hooked her in the asshole and stabbed into her throbbing rectum. His left hand gripped her left thigh and her legs skidded apart; she hunched her rump back at him as she felt the cozy knob of his cock rake the smooth crown of her butt.

She was about to get him in her!

He was about to fuck her!

Mavis shook her head, desperate, helpless. She was about to get this terrible man's dirty old cock! She wanted to run. But she was going to take him on. Her entire rear was exposed to his attack-and his hands had captured her heaving flanks-and the thick, dripping knob of his jobber was jabbed flush against the entry to her bowels!

Not in the asshole!

She sobered slightly as Glover sagged his knees for a more direct aim and planted the knob of his cock in her bloated vulva. Damn you! Mavis swore silently at her pussy, don't look forward to getting his prick inside ME!

Mavis sensed his tensing, aiming his dong.

Here IT comes, she thought-braced herself for his forward onslaught.

She moved her weight to the left when he missed and she knuckled his cockhead into her vulva.

"Dddddaaaammmmnnnn!" she complained as Glover buried his bone deep in her viscous swat, slamming the hard head against the curvature of the cervix and ramming to the very depths, stretching her coital cave.

"Daaammmnn you!" she shrieked, rearing her ass backward, trying to outfuck his massive prick.

But he was pumping the meat into her snatch, rasping the lips of her outer pussy-and there was no wart!

There was no wart on his dong! He was not the robber-rapist!

Tears flooded into Mavis' eyes. He was no help. She thrust her ass back to meet his forward hunch, fucking her like a mongrel dog.

"It's all a waste!" she wept as she maneuvered to get all of her assailant's prick. The knob banged against the bottom of her sex canal and she almost swooned from an overwhelming orgasm.

Mavis swung her ass wildly, slamming her taut rums loaves against his pelvic region as he poured the cock to her. She tightened her sphincters in revenge that she didn't have the right one; she wouldn't have minded taking the prick of the robber-rapist!

She rotated her fanny, shoved her exposed rear back again-unmindful of his long finger in her ass-hole. She lifted on tiptoes, trying to break off his prick in her pussy.

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she wailed, trying to fuck him into nothing. But he was too much man. He started squirting his jizz into her; grabbed her by the ass cheeks, prying them apart; hauled his prick out of her pussy and shoved it roughly into her roiling bowels where he finished unloading his semen.

She was fearful he was going to make her suck him clean, but he left her there, skirt up over her butt, legs spread far apart for fucking, weeping in frustration, cunt and rectum well-hosed with cock Juice…

After several minutes, after letting his male sap drizzle to the floor, Mavis adjusted her clothes and fled. All she could say, starting the old car, was that he wasn't the one; he didn't have a wart on the side of his prick. The fucking had been for nothing.

Mavis was glad, for the first time, she had no cunny carpet. His jizz didn't cling and clot in pussy hair. "Ha-ha-ha-ha!" she laughed, almost hysterically.

She wept all the way home. She was glad that Terry was in the kitchen, drinking vodka over ice. "Ben Glover thinks Phil is involved in the robbery!" Mavis sobbed, taking the glass of ice and vodka that Terry pushed toward her as she slumped into the breakfast nook.

"He screwed you!" Terry shouted-and Mavis detected a tone of frenetic anger. "That bastard! Fucking you! Trying to push that robbery onto you and Phil!"

"Come home, Phil!"

A little later, she let Terry undress her, lead her upstairs and bathe her in soothing hot water. Then they returned to the kitchen and drank in half-brooding silence. The booze relaxed Mavis and she grew drowsy.

Vaguely, sometime during the evening, Mavis was aware of Terry coasting her back upstairs and putting her to bed. Before drifting into deep sleep, she snuggled against the kittenish softness and warmth of Terry, thinking how nice it was to have someone in bed with her.

Sleep endured until nearly two o'clock the next afternoon, until it was dispelled by the insistent front door chimes. Clumsily, Mavis crawled from bed and struggled into a dressing gown. She left Terry asleep in the bed as she hurried downstairs to answer the front-door.

She stared stupidly at Mickey Lewis whose mouth was pursed in a grim line. "Is Terry here?" he asked curtly. "I see the car she was driving is out front."

Mavis nodded, glancing at the sleek, powerful Thunderbird. It was a pretty thing she admired. Even the colors of the Utah license plates harmonized with the color of the car; so often they clash.

"She stayed all night with me," Mavis yawned. "Come in, Mickey; I'll make some coffee and call her. God! We must have slept fourteen hours!"

Mavis left Mickey sitting impatiently in the living room as she went to start coffee percolating. She was aware of his eyes on her body as she strode back through the living room, flimsy gown fluttering about her thighs as she went to waken Terry.

She found Mick's wife half-awake, stretching and yawning. "Mickey is here," Mavis told the naked doll.

"Oh? Is he back already? How did he know where I am?"

"He said he saw the car you're driving," Mavis replied, heading back downstairs.

"She's dressing," Mavis told Mick whose piercing gaze stabbed at the loose vee of the gown and traveled downward, lingering for a moment on the pubic region, then dropping to her knees and generous length of tapering thighs. "The coffee should be done," she murmured, going to the kitchen and returning with pot, cups and saucers, cream and sugar.

As she and Mick sipped coffee, waiting for Terry to join them, Mavis wished he wouldn't stare at her that way! His intense gaze almost made her flesh crawl. And he made no effort to conceal his interest in peeling off her gown, putting his hands on her and having his way with her.

She would have liked to recross her legs, but she didn't want to give Mick that momentary view up her inner thighs toward the sensuous place he coveted. Damn! His eyes gave her chills and hot flushes that tingled deep in her womb and danced outward through her loins.

When Terry joined them, Mickey demanded, "What are you doing with that car?" His tone was flat, cold with anger.

"I want it and I'm going to have it," his wife said, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

A brittle silence lasted several minutes and Mavis thought she could almost see Mickey's thought processes in action. Terry was defiant, yet there was an air of flightiness in her demeanor. Mavis had no doubt that Mickey would have his way. He was studying his next move; in a moment, she thought, he will lay down the law to his young wife.

"Tomorrow, you'll take that car back to Ely, Nevada; arrange to store it for your brother; take the bus back here," Mickey said flatly.

Mavis frowned slightly: why had Mickey over-stressed certain words? back to Nevada…your brother…It was almost like some kind of code that husbands and wives often use; it tells the outsider nothing, but has very clear meaning for the married couple.

"Let's have some brandy in our coffee," Terry said, glancing at Mavis questioningly. "I want the car, Mick," Terry almost begged as Mavis went to get a bottle of brandy.

"You-will-take-it-back-to-Nevada tomorrow," he snapped.

Something clicked in Mavis' mind as she returned. Back to Nevada? Why …it has Utah plates! Whatever was Mickey talking about?

"I'll take it back," Terry acquiesced numbly. And Mavis noted she had put the same stress on the word. "Tomorrow, as you say."

"Good!" Mickey grinned. Now that the issue about the car was settled, the grimness left his face, replaced with a bright, easy smile and laughing eyes.

Mavis was uncomfortably aware that Mick's eyes again were undressing her. And his stare wasn't lost on Terry. What he had in mind, if given the opportunity, was clearly spelled out by the huge lump in the crotch of his trousers. He was a dirty dog with a big bone and he wanted to bury it deep in Mavis' flower bed!

He asked to use the telephone and made no effort to shield the massive tenting of his swollen pecker from hers and Terry's eyes. Returning, he flopped onto the sofa, stretching his long legs out before him and said, "My party was out for a little while; I gave your number, Mavis.

Is that all right, if he calls back here?"

She nodded numbly.

Mickey grinned and waved his cup toward his wife "I think you better take that car home and put it in the garage-where it will be safeuntil you leave for Ely tomorrow It worries me, being responsible for other people's property."

Nooooo! Mavis recoiled mentally. She could sense an insidious plot developing. And the narrowing of Terry's eyes told her it wasn't just imagination, either. It was quite plain that Mick had devised a way to be left alone with her! He wanted to fuck her-and he would have his wife out of the way. Terry would be at home and Mickey would be here, waiting for a phone call that would never come! He could take all of the time he needed to seduce her. This tall young man was going to fuck her and Mavis felt helpless to prevent it!

Mavis wished she hadn't drunk the brandy, felt she needed a clear head to cope with whatever lay ahead of her. Hell! she knew what lay ahead of her! Mickey Lewis was going to lay her!

She wanted to plead with Terry to stay, but she was gone before the words would form. And Mickey was sitting across the room from her-and the male bulge in his pants was getting huskier all the time. He seemed to taunt her, gently scratching the curved material over his balls with a fingernail.

"You want it, don't you, Mavis?" Mickey asked suddenly, his fingers idly stroking his penis and gonads through his clothes.

"Whhhaaaatttt?" Mavis stammered. The blunt, verbal approach had always dismayed her. She thought she much preferred straight physical jousting-the way Hank and Ben had gotten to her.

"You want some of this, don't you, Mavis?" Mick persisted, goading his sex business to even greater dimensions with his left hand.

Mavis felt even more vulnerable than ever, wearing nothing but the thin wrapper. She was dully aware that she was so disturbed she had been unmindful of her lone garment; it sagged open dangerously, revealing the deep cleavage between her breasts. And his gaze made her tits tingle! The folds had fallen away below the waist, exposing lengths of creamy thighs. She glanced down quickly and held her breath. Mickey could see almost all the way to her shaven crotch. She was ripe for the taking!

"Well, you want it and you're going to get it, baby!" Mickey chuckled hoarsely. "I'm going to fuck you good, Mavis! We are going to have a real hot, lively sex party. I'm going to fuck your sweet twat full of big meat and dump a whole load of sex rocks in your quarry!"

Mavis gasped silently. "No, no, no, NO!" she blurted.

"Yep!" Mickey laughed, rising and stripping to the waist and taking off his shoes and socks. "You want it from behind; me on top; or you topriding? Me, I like to fuck in all positions! Which way do you like to fuck best?"

Mavis' vagina contracted and she fretted that she wouldn't be able to take the monstrous cock that was so clearly outlined in Mickey Lewis' pants. It was huge! Maybe she could absorb him all right if she were receptive to having him plow his big dong into her cunt. But she felt all shrunken tight inside.

"Let's fuck, baby!" Mickey declared, striding up to her, taking her left arm and tugging her out of the chair.

"Pppplllleeeeaaaasssseee!" Mavis begged. But she didn't resist him as he pulled away the only flimsy garment that covered her nakedness.

There was no doubt about it; he was going to screw her!

"Nice body; fancy tits!" Mickey breathed, pinching one taut nipple and raking his tongue across the other. He sucked the hard spire into his mouth and chewed roughly. The sharp tingles seemed to explode like needle jabs in her anus, her pussy and her navel.

His right hand went around her, caressed the smooth small of her back and fondled the tense buns of her fanny. She wondered how long he would toy with her, maul her, before he got down to the business of flopping her down and fucking her. It was almost degrading and humiliating, standing there tolerating his lecherous hands on her skin, his mouth sucking her nipple, fingers kneading her flesh.

Resigned to his sexual manipulation, she wished that he would hurry, give it to her, fuck her until he was finished and get out! A big hand was on her right flank, the fingers dived between her crimped thighs, forcing them apart and caressing her hairless mound.

Mavis shuddered involuntarily as Mickey worked a finger into her groove and rubbed the tender clitoris. "Aaaaaashhhh!" she sighed, unable to keep her feet from drifting apart to give him free play in her crotch.

Nerves jumped and tingled in her inner thighs. "Eeeeeeeiiiii!" she screeched as Mickey stabbed a finger into the snug orifice. He laughed with satisfaction around the nipple as he sucked with his wet mouth. He was going to arouse her in spite of her disgust toward him. She knew he would have no trouble laying her out and fucking her. Her misery was multiplied as she began to realize that he was going to make her want his cock in her cunt! Like a brazen animal in heat! Hungry for his prick!

She told herself she, really, didn't want to be fucked by Mickey Lewis!

But he was stirring up her passions and her body was being tuned up for a tumultuous sessions of sexual carnage!

"Let's get with it, Mavis-baby," Mickey breathed, his hands all over her nude body. "Let's fuck!"

She seemed aflame with wanton desire. She trembled weakly as he stepped back from her. "Where do you want me?" she asked huskily, eyes halfclosed. "Do you want to fuck me on the floor? On the sofa? Or would you rather we screw upstairs on the bed?"

He had sparked a fire in her and her vagina was seething like a boiling cauldron.

"Let's fuck on the floor," Mickey wheezed, undressing. "Lie down on the floor-let's screw there."

Obediently, Mavis glided to the floor, knowing that his eyes were on her bare rear end. She stretched out prone on her back, eyes halfclosed. "Do you want to fuck me topside or dog-fashion?" she asked, holding her legs tightly together against her pussy.

She wanted it!

"You can fuck me any way you want to," she whined softly. She felt she could hardly wait for Mickey to push her thighs apart and crawl on her.

She was aching-craving-for his meat spear deep in her snatch. "Give it to me," she whimpered. "Fuck me deep!"

She got a brief glimpse of his mammoth instrument as he parted her knees and settled between her thighs. Instantly, her legs fanned wide and her feet kicked high into the air. Mickey pushed her feet far back toward her head and she grabbed her toes. Her sex saddle was flattened out for his body, rich hairless pussy tilted upward to take his thick, hard meat.

"Plunge the prick to me!" Mavis begged, her body twisting with sexual gluttony, wanting him to hurry, poke his cock into her throbbing swat.

She quivered with anticipation as Mickey dipped the hot, fat glans into her passion-slicked furrow. She sighed with ecstasy as the smooth head slid over her swollen clit. "In me!" she pleaded. "Fuck it into me!"

Mavis wiggled her ass around, trying to get him to locate the blunt tip against her ravenous opening. "Aaaahhh, there!" she wailed softly as Mickey planted the head of his prick against the entry to her vagina.

"Oooooohhhh!" she sighed as he thrust forward, popping the thick head of his pecker inside her body.

"Fuck it in deep!" she pleaded, waggling her fanny up at him, attempting to lever her body to capture his sex plunger. "Leeeetttt's fuck," she wheedled.

"Yeeeeeaaaahhhhh, baby!" Mickey murmured and his cock began sliding slowly into her cunt, deeper and deeper, stretching her channel. "You got a hot pussy!"

Mavis knew she had all of his cock in her because she could feel the heavy weight of his balls against her flattened, upturned rump and his hairy groin was ground against her smooth, hairless pussy-pillow. "Let it soak in my cooze a minute; then fuck me!"

She loved the deep penetration, the way he kind of rotated his ass, grinding his groin against her, prying his massive prick around and around in her snatch as if he were trying to ream out her sex cove. She felt that the hot, juiced lips of her pussy were vulcanized around the base of his pulsating shaft that he was feeding into her in little short jabs.

"Oooooohhhh…God!" she gasped with erotic pleasure so intense she thought she was about to explode. "Come on, honey, fuck it to me! Give me all of your marvelous cock in big plunges! I need fuckin', lots of fuckin' with your wonderful prick. Shove the meat to my cunt, Mickeybaby!"

She held her breath as he slowly snaked his pecker out of her. "Here it comes, Mavis," Mickey grunted in her ear, a hand mauling one of her ripe, tender tits.

"Yes! Yes!" she moaned. "Ram the prick to me! Make my pussy smoke!"

Then he gave it to her, in a long steady stroke, penetrating her pussy to the full length of his sex bone. His big coconuts full of sex goodies plopped warmly against her gyrating bottom. Mavis loved his cock buried deep in her body; loved the warm musky odor of hard pecker blended with hot pussy.

"Fuck me fast," she begged, squirreling her ass around, making her twat gobble his thick cock-sausage. He backed his prick out of her cunt and slammed it deep. Mavis reeled into a delicious cum, loving the aroma, the faint, squish-squish of thick cock plowing into her seething sex well.

Her pussy was a boiling liquid fire as Mickey plundered her body, driving his wonderful tusk deep into her sensitive, ravenous orifice.

She knew he was about to cum; his plunges were faster and erratic. She could feel the pulsations in his shaft as her sphincter muscles seemed to twine around his massive meat. "Aaaaaaggggghhh!" he cried, slamming the prick to her and grinding his belly against hers. She was thrust into another violent orgasm as Mickey began jizzing the daylights out of her. "Ooooohhhhh, sooooo good!" she purred as he continued to flood her snatch with hit thick love honey. She loved the way he gave the farthest wall of her cunt little pokes with the squirting head of his prick.

Suddenly, as her intense, erotic pleasure began to subside, she felt something else. It was a tingly scratching sensation. Mavis sobered slightly-and she knew. She relaxed, let her heels rest on the small of his back. She worked a hand between their sweaty bodies so she could use it and her sphincters to milk all of his sex juice into her cunt.

She squeezed his cock at the hairy base. She wanted to feel it as he withdrew. She was certain, but she wanted to verify it with her fingers.

"That was a real good, hot fuck," Mavis kissed him on the parted lips, felt his tongue in her mouth, his panting breath of passion ebbing. "A really dandy fuck."

She would have liked for him to leave his cock buried in her cunt, it felt so good. But she wanted to have his big, slick meat in her hand.

She would suck it, if she had to. She held her breath as he eased his tusk out of her body.

Yes! YES! There it was!

She spread her legs wide as he crawled backward so that his face was between her thighs. She smiled smugly as she lay there, letting him tongue the cum out of her pussy. She had found the man.

Mickey Lewis had a wart on the side of his pecker…