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Chapter 4

Mavis only hazily remembered Miriam and Connie dressing her, after they had used her body for their own sport. It was only mid-afternoon and she barely remembered stumbling home. Her vagina burned and ached from the plundering and reaming with the massive dildo and Connie's voracious mouth.

What was clear in her mind was the animated conversation between Connie and Miriam as they had adjusted her clothing. Connie had asked if "Mavis and Phil would join them." Mate-swapping!

And Miriam had said it still wasn't settled-she wasn't sure Phil would cooperate "but Mavis will play the game our way!" Well, she had already played part of their sex-game, hadn't she? But, how much further would she have to go? What did they have in mind? Mavis cringed mentally, her body shook as if chilled. Miriam had the lever to force her to do just about anything! She considered running away-but that would mean leaving Phil!

She hurried to the master bedroom and undressed quickly, then showered in a stinging cold spray. Somehow, she knew Phil wouldn't consent to swapping and swinging with the Quentins and Carrs. And what did Miriam and Connie have planned for the petite Terry Lewis? Was Terry promiscuous-a swinger-or not? Mavis couldn't even guess.

Even after showering, Mavis' mind felt saturated with Miriam's brandy; she was woozy and sleepy. She felt that Phil wouldn't call again, would be home on Monday. Bare, she slipped into the unmade bed, resolved to sleep through the rest of the day and the night. She would decide tomorrow how to counter Miriam's threat to expose her past and force her to engage in sex with hers and Connie's husbands. She sensed that Connie and Miriam didn't want Phil to fuck them nearly as much as they wanted Mavis to submit to sexual intercourse with their own husbands.

Oh, God! Would they watch if they succeeded in their devious plans? The very thought of having Connie and Miriam watch as their husbands screwed her was humiliating!

Mavis awakened early, spirits blithe, and dressed quickly, donning a snug minidress of white silk that zippered down the back. Sleep had restored her mental serenity, thoughts of her lesbian antics the day before with Miriam and Connie fucked deep in the back of her mind.

Humming softly, Mavis fixed and ate a light breakfast. It was still some time before the bridge session with Miriam, Connie and Terry Lewis. She would change the sheets and make the bed, she thought, as she brushed her teeth.

Resolve strengthened in her mind as she rinsed her mouth. She wouldn't get involved in swapping. She wouldn't allow herself to be seduced by Willie Quentin or Henry Carr or Mickey Lewis or Dell Emerson. Then her conviction wavered as she thought of Miriam telling Phil that she had worked as a whore! She loved her husband and her body was only for his pleasure-but would he bounce her ass out of his house if he knew about her past?

She was just daintying herself up after sitting on the throne when the telephone rang. She hurried her ministrations with the folds of tissue and flushed the toilet. With panties still draped around her lower thighs, just above the knees, she bobbed to answer it. Surely it wasn't Connie and Mavis; too early. Phil?

"Hello?" Mavis breathed, trying to tug up her panties with one hand.

She was able to hitch them up her legs in front, but the elastic band refused to budge over the lower crown of her rump.

"This is Mr. Quentin, Mavis," the faraway voice sounded impersonal, slightly severe.

"Golly!" Mavis exclaimed, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. Tenfifteen. "I can't work in the store today, I have an engagement to help Connie and Miriam teach Terry how to play bridge."

There was a brief silence and Mavis squirreled her ass around, trying to get her skivvies up over the smooth loaves. "I know that; Connie told me," Willie said. "I didn't call you about working, Mavis-Mrs.

Moran. I want you to come down to my office as soon as you can.

Something has come up-something disturbing."

"In a little bit," Mavis murmured, disturbed by Willie Quentin's stern tone.

She replaced the receiver and hitched her panties into place, snug over her butt and plush, hairy mound. He actually sounded disturbed and slightly angry, she thought, dressing quickly and hurrying downstairs and getting her purse from the hall closet. For a bit, she thought that the old Ford wasn't going to start, then it clattered to life and she drove hastily to the store, parking around back near the loading dock.

She entered through a back door and climbed the dimly lit wooden stairs in the storeroom to Willie Quentin's large comfortable office. There was a large skylight and a small window that looked down on the store.

She had been here on several occasions. Willie had had a moderate-sized bathroom installed, as well as a small bedroom. Willie had explained that if an employee became ill, there was a place of comfort for him until a doctor or ambulance arrived. Also, he said sometimes it was convenient to rest for a couple of hours. Mavis knew that Willie often spent sixteen or seventeen hours at the store. A three-person elevator provided quick access from his office to the store.

She knocked on the door and was invited in instantly by an intercom speaker. A buzz told her that the lock on the door was disengaged and she turned the knob and pushed.

Willie Quentin was seated behind his desk, ledgers open before him.

Mavis could see the long fluorescent tubes of the ceiling lighting in the store through the small window above and behind his head.

"Is something wrong, Willie?" Mavis asked, a tightness in her throat.

She was aware of faint perspiration in her underarms.

"Wrong and disturbing!" Willie frowned, tapping the eraser end of his pencil on the books. "Sit down, Mavis."

She was aware of his eyes following her as she eased into a leather chair slightly to the right of his desk. His gaze was on her knees briefly as she pushed at the hem of her skirt. "Is it something I did, Willie?" She didn't really need this job-but it paid enough to provide all of hers and Phil's groceries and liquor.

"What have I done-or do you think I've done?" Mavis demanded, fright worming into her mind.

"It appears, Mavis," Willie began slowly, "that there is a shortage in store funds. It appears, Mavis, you have been-shall I say tapping the till? I hate to say it, sweetie, but that's what it looks like!"

"That's impossible," Mavis gasped, tense as a rubber band. "Whoever says I stole from the store is a damned liar!" she spat out. That was one thing of which she had never been accused in her life.

"Maybe, maybe not, Mavis," Willie shook his head, unkempt red hair bobbing, blue eyes icy as he peered at her. "You do realize how embarrassing and uncomfortable this makes me, don't you, hon? The wife of one of my best friends implicated in minor embezzlement. If you and Phil were short of cash, why didn't you mention it to me and Connie?

Our friends needn't steal!"

"I didn't!" Mavis groaned, feeling faint and on the verge of crying. "I wouldn't steal! We're not short of funds! This-this whole thing is just simply impossible!" There was a nagging feeling of futility mingled with the needling thought she was being framed.

"And to make it doubly, damnably worse, when I have to report the shortage…your own husband-my friend-might be assigned to investigate the theft. And find out his own wife was the thief!"

"I AM NOT!" Mavis screamed at him, the tears coming now, running down her cheeks, falling from her chin onto her breasts that seemed smothered in the tight, white silk dress.

"We sure as hell don't want Ben Glover investigating this," Willie moaned, snapping the pencil in half with one hand and hurling it into a wastebasket.

The name, hazily, was familiar. Ben Glover had helped Phil on the jewelry store theft. And he had been an infrequent guest at the Carr home, had played poker with Willie and Phil and Henry. He had a mean, treacherous and lecherous attitude. She didn't like him!

Mavis' thoughts seemed to cascade over each other. She wasn't guilty, but she could go to the bank and get enough to make good Willie's shortage. Surely Phil would understand if she spent a couple of hundred dollars on "silly girl whims". "I didn't take it," she sniffled, finding a handkerchief and trying to dry her eyes. "But I'll get the money and you can replace it? Phil needn't know about this and I'm sure he won't complain about a hundred dollars or so."

"Oh, Mavis!" Willie blurted, "if it were only that much, I'd gladly take it right out of my own wallet! But I can't cover two thousand bucks! And let you off with a stern, fatherly talking to!"

Two thousand dollars!

Mavis nearly fainted. She was conscious of Willie opening his desk and setting a bottle and two glasses on the top. Through frightened and tear-streaked eyes she watched him pour the glasses about half full.

"Tell you what, honey, if you can get a thousand dollars, Connie and I will chip in the other thousand."

A thousand dollars!

She sipped at the raw whiskey, barely conscious of the bite and harsh sting. God! Would Phil forgive her for tapping their savings account to pay off something she didn't owe! And it was generous of Willie to offer to go halfway on the loss! She glanced at his unsmiling face as he perched on the edge of his huge desk.

"I think I can get that much," she said bitterly, more frightened than ever. "But, please, not a word to Phil. I'll explain it some way-the thousand dollars withdrawn from our savings."

Her tear-glazed eyes were drawn to Willie's slowly swinging foot. It was almost hypnotic. The focus cleared slightly and her gaze traveled idly up his leg-and stopped. It seemed the tented bulge in his pants was abnormally large and her mind idly contemplated how big he was.

With that kind of prominence, his balls had to be large and his penis immense!

Mavis' mind was jarred to reality when Willie spoke, almost harshly.

"We better put back the money as soon as possible, then. Christ! There is always the dreadful possibility that if this thing gets out of my hands, Mavis, you could go to prison!"

She gasped from the horrible implication and possibility of being locked up like a common criminal for something she hadn't done. "But, I didn't do it in the first place!"

"How soon can you get your thousand dollars, Mavis?" Willie asked, replenishing their drinks. "Everything points to you!"

"This is Saturday-not until Monday."

She studied his somber expression. "I think I can cover and hold out until then," he murmured thoughtfully. "As you know, the Saturday receipts of the nine stores in the area are always brought here for a double check, then taken by armored van for night deposit. Even if, by chance, store officials should detect the shortage, it won't be too difficult to explain an inadvertent error-after all, it would be simple when one person-me-is dealing with something around a quarter of a million dollars."

Mavis felt a flood of gratitude toward Willie. After all, he was going to use a thousand dollars of his money to help shield her. "I can't get my thousand until Monday, either, come to think of it. And I'll have to tell Connie."

"Well, don't tell Phil!" Mavis pleaded.

Mavis stopped breathing as Willie's piercing blue eyes held hers for a long moment, then he looked away. "It's a big favor I'm doing you, Mavis-a thousand-dollar favor!"

"I know, Willie," she muttered. And she felt that her agreement was tantamount to admitting she was guilty of embezzling from the store. "I don't know how I can repay you for absorbing half of the theft-that I didn't commit!" she added one more effort of self-defense.

"Perhaps not, Mavis," Willie shook his head, tone weary, "but it occurs to me that there is one little thing you can do for me that will take part of the sting out of my giving up a thousand bucks of my money.

Phil need never know…Connie will never know…no one will knowexcept just us."

Mavis was aware of a sinking, sickening sensation like a cold lump in her belly. There were strings attached to Willie's sharing the theft loss with her!

She dreaded asking what it was-but knew she would in a minute. And she knew she would do whatever it was Willie wanted her to do.

"What do you want me to do, Willie?" she asked, feeling hopeless and helpless. She couldn't meet his gaze, instead dropped her eyes and stared again at his slowly swinging foot. Intuitively, she knew what he was going to demand.

"No one but us will ever know," Willie repeated softly.

"What the hell is it?" Mavis almost screamed at him.

"Let's fuck!" he said bluntly.

Mavis was stunned. For a moment her mind wouldn't function. Yet, she had sensed what he was going to require of her. He wanted to use her body in payment for his big, thousand-dollar favor!

Mavis laughed shrilly, giddily. God! how ludicrous and ironically funny. Before Willie had called her, she had just about made up her mind to defy Miriam and Connie and tell them swapping was out, as far as she was concerned. Yet, now, she was backed into a corner she hadn't counted on. And Willie had his own lever to get to her. And it seemed more catastrophical than the threat of Miriam telling everyone she had once-only briefly-been a prostitute. All by himself, Willie had a way to get into her panties! The prospect of going to prison was terrifying!

Who could have stolen the money, her mind worried. Dell Emerson? She knew he needed money desperately to continue in law school. And he wanted to marry Becky Samon. But he needed his job at the store. Would he risk losing it by stealing from his employer? Oh, God! Everything was so complicated and confusing.

"Well?" Willie pursued gently, voice mild.

She met his gaze briefly. His eyes seemed kindly and sincere. With a gulp, she disposed of the remainder of the whiskey in her glass and set it on the corner of his desk. She struggled for words. "Just this one time, Willie? That will be it? You won't pressure me into doing it with you again? Like-like blackmail?"

"My God, no!" Willie grunted, tone of voice injured. "And don't look at it in that light, Mavis! Just call it a favor for a favor! I've admired you for so long. You're beautiful and alluring! Phil is so lucky to have such a ravishing beauty for a wife!"

"Connie is beautiful, Willie," Mavis snapped, rising to her feet. Her insides felt cold and she wondered if her unwilling vagina could or would accommodate his instrument. Something in her mind seemed to assume the roll of cold logic-play it like a whore…take him in… work him off fast and get his thing out of you!

With trembling fingers, she fumbled at the buttons of her dress. A torrid lightning bolt lanced through her, seeming to start in her breasts and exploding deep in the womb. "One time and one time only, Willie! I'll fuck you just this once!"

She slipped her arms out of the dress and let it drape down over her hips. She smiled faintly as he stared at her pale, smooth skin, eyes ogling the luscious breasts that were barely contained by the low-cup bra. His swelling erection was about ready to poke through his zipper.

She felt he would blow his wad fast and she would be done with himwouldn't even get up a sweat.

She freed the remaining buttons and let the dress fall around her ankles and stepped out of it. Slowly, she turned before Willie, clad in nothing but panties, bra and slippers. Take a good look, she thought, grateful for the whiskey she had drunk. Look good-maybe you'll unload in your shorts and I won't have to screw you, after all!

"In the bedroom…in the bedroom!" Willie panted, shucking out of his clothes and stripping down to his shorts. Mavis glanced at him briefly, saw the thick tufts of red hair growing through the slot of his shorts.

The ridge of his joint was long and massive, bent off to the left. She could tell the swollen glans were enormous.

She would bet she could give him a few brisk jackoff strokes and his candle would blow apart. But she turned and strode into the bedroom.

She stood aside as Willie whipped the bed down to the fitted bottom sheet. She wondered how many times he had done that…how many of his employee had found themselves in the middle of this bed, taking on this big, redheaded man.

The burning in her channel was almost painful and her skin had a tingling sensation of fever. She was about to get it…Willie, in seconds, would be plundering her pussy with his sex log.

Hands behind her back, up between the shoulder blades, Mavis parted the bra hooks and flung it away. At the same time, she kicked off her slippers. As Willie turned, she slipped by him and crawled into the middle of the bed, turned onto her back. She peered at him passively as she drew her knees up and spread them, letting him stare at the sleek, inner planes of her creamy thighs. With both hands she caressed the firm, yet pliable flesh and felt wisps of dark blonde pubic hair that escaped around the leg hems of her panties. She would give him his thousand-dollars' worth! But she had to stifle a gasp of dismay as Willie shucked his shorts and grasped his shaft with both hands. He had at least nine inches and it was larger around than a bat handle! And with all that red hair on his body, he was second only to an Irish setter!

He was going to fuck her with THAT!

She cowered mentally as he eased onto the bed, on his knees. Her body shuddered involuntarily as he placed his palms on her narrow, pliable flanks. He forced a gasp through her lips as he pressed his thumbs deep into her tender flesh, ground them roughly into her guts. She was surprised at how cool his hands were on her feverish skin. Her fanny bumped slightly and her feet drummed the mattress.

Oh, God! She was going to be fucked by this man-and her body wanted it! Her cunny was fairly crawling with anticipation for the insertion of his massive pecker! "Oh, Phil!" she moaned, wishing, desperately, it was her husband who was going to give it to her, pump her twat full of man meat!

She strained to help him as he threaded his right arm behind her knees and lifted her rump so he could work her skivvies off over her taut ass. He peeled them, wrong-side out, up her thighs and off over her feet. And she was stark naked before his covetous lust-filled eyes.

Shame was only a nagging ping in the back of her mind as she again spread her knees wide, drew her feet up until the heels were snug against the bottom cheeks. She was going to get it-she needed it. And her being fucked by another man was not adulterous in her mind…she wasn't being promiscuous. Circumstances demanded that she put out to Willie Quentin.

She steadied herself as Willie placed his hands on her knees and eagled them farther apart and crept between her quivering thighs. In seconds he would be burrowing his huge plunger into her and pumping away, deeper and deeper. Then, at the climax of the act, he would hose her snatch full of semen-and her debt to him would be paid. With the fingers of both hands, Mavis parted the labia to reveal the slick, hot rut to accommodate the great head of his prick. She warned it to slide smoothly into her, not grind against dry flesh.

But Willie didn't dock her hard. Instead, he plopped the massive head into her groove, pushed her hands aside so the folds of her pussy, the outer labia, would cuddle his glans hot and slick and inviting.

"OOOOOHHHHHH!" she moaned as the head of his cock plowed against her swollen clit. She was aware of his hands squeezing her feverish, eager, love-sick breasts. They weren't hard and cruel-they kneaded and pinched the pointed nipples.

"Pppphhhhhiiiillll!" she yelled. Willie worked the big, blunt knob up and down her greedy furrow. "Wwwwwwiiiiillllliiiiieeeee!" she panted, trying to get her hands down there to guide his sex tusk.

Vaguely, she heard him chuckling softly. She stopped twisting her face from side to side to take his mouth on hers. Mavis reveled in the harsh sensation of Willie biting on her full lips. "Aaaaagggghhhh!" she whimpered in sensual anguish as his tongue parted her lips, licked against her teeth.

Her mouth opened wide and she clamped her teeth down on his rampant, exploring tongue. "Aaaggghh!" she sighed as the tip of his oral fucker explored her mouth.

Tongues jousted and twined.

And he found her hole entry with his cock…

Her knees parted…she flung her feet into the air…she sought her toes with her hands to draw them up toward her head…she expected a brutal plunge of pecker into pussy…but Willie worked the head into her…easy…slowly…and her cunny was craving cock…

"Moooorrreeee!" she pleaded.

She felt his cock expanding her…almost heard the creak of her pelvic bones as his prick intruded…"Pppppphhhhhliilll!" she screamed as his cock burrowed deeper and deeper and deeper into her body.

His hands cupped her buttocks, lifting them off the mattress until she was pressed down on her shoulders. On and on IT came…into her tender, pliable body…deeper into her sacred place…further into her vagina.

There was a momentary grating as the head of his cock grazed the hardness at the cervix and plunged on past…deeper and deeper.

Mavis felt with a hand…felt the massive sag of his balls that were heavy and hot and hairy. She was greasing him good! The juices of her vagina were leaking out of her and slicking his great shaft. She knew, in minutes, he would be fucking her!

"Fuck the shit out of me!" she hollered harshly as he sunk his cock up to the balls in her and she felt his nuts plop against her uptilted butt.

Somehow, he had gotten her legs up over his shoulders and had full possession. In seconds, she knew, he would ram another couple of inches of cock into her snatch.

"I'm going crazy!" Mavis gulped. "Give me cock! Pump the prick to me!"

Mavis was aware of tears of shame and remorse streaming from her tightly closed eyes. But she didn't care. She needed fucking! And Willie was going to give her a masterful banging!

He drew far out of her and her cunny was clutching greedily at the head of his shaft. "Don't pull your cock out of me!" she howled, trying to hump her ass up to get it back inside of her.

He rammed deep, into the womb with his great post and Mavis gulped, sensing she could almost taste it, it was so deep. Her guts growled.

Her asshole itched. Her rectum was on fire.

But that was because he had worked a massive thumb into her butt hole.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" she whimpered, squirreling her rump around, gyrating on his pecker and thumb at the same time.

Whore! Whore! Whore! her mind taunted her. And she said back-Fuck you!

I need fucking! I need a man's cock in my swat! I have been needing a good fuck for more than a week.

"Ffffuuuccckkk meeee, Willlliiieee!" she begged as he plugged her hole, corked her sex flask.

His cock, in long smooth, practiced strokes was pistoning in and out of her, batting the head against the bottom of her sex well. Vaguely, she heard his huffing and puffing as he labored, fingers grinding her butt meat, thumb gouging her asshole.

"Gooooooddddd fucking!" he growled, like an animal as he plunged in, his balls slap-slapping against her parted fanny buns.

She was knocked for a turn as she came and sensed she was flushing his cock with her sex sap. Lights flashed and she knew she was screaming with sensual satisfaction. "I'm cuuuuummmmming!" she screamed, bouncing her ass up, grinding her splayed crotch against his laboring groin.

"You fuck good, baby!" Willie grated in her ear, pumping his meat to her. Faster and faster. Mavis felt it expanding, twitching, pulsating.

She knew he was about to cum and wanted his jizz squirting her sex cove full of his thick cream. "Give it to me, Willllllilliiiee!" she howled, locking her ankles around his neck.