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Chapter 6

In the safety and seclusion of her own home, Mavis stripped and bathed, consumed by thoughts of guilt at having let Willie lay her-and getting drunk and letting the Carrs' boxer diddle her cunny with his slick pecker. Almost ill, she washed out her twat again and again.

Still stark naked, she prowled through the house and tried to deaden her memory with liquor. She knew that if she didn't get thoroughly drunk, she would cry all night. And she still had Sunday to live through before Phil got home Monday.

"I'm a snockered slut," she moaned with self-recrimination. "But Willie would have let me go to jail over somebody else's theft, if I hadn't let him fuck me! And I was too drunk to know what was happening to me when the dog screwed me!" she rationalized.

But Willie had given her a lot of cocking-and she had been needing it for quite a while. And Connie's husband really knew how to fuck, ball a girl! She shuddered. And the boxer was one of the best fucks she had ever had!

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, nooo," she wept softly, surprised that no tears came. "Did I-NO, I didn't enjoy being fucked by Willie and that beast!" But hadn't she?

Her vagina was all soppy and crawly as her mind toyed, suddenly, with the erotic recollection. Was she really a rotten, fuckin' slut? But she was in their grips! If they said "fuck," she would fuck; if they said "suck," she would suck! She would do their perverted bidding.

She was a prisoner of their corrupt whims! There probably, would be no mate-swapping! She was just a tool for their sexual greed!

Mavis awoke about mid-morning Sunday. There was a burning itch in her vagina that communicated itself to her rectal channel. She writhed under the light bed clothing and opened her eyes slowly. A good night's sleep had been good for her; her spirits were brighter and the events of the day before-being screwed by Willie and the dog-weren't nearly as repulsive as they had been the night before.

She slipped from bed and strode naked to the bedroom window. She gripped the cord and whipped the drapes aside, then frowned. It was raining. Her eyes swept across backyards-and saw Connie and Miriam cavorting in the downpour, wearing bikinis. For July, it had to be a warm and unexpected rain. Through the open window, she could smell the warm freshness.

Mavis smiled broadly. Connie and Miriam seemed to be having a crazy time, just running and prancing about in the rain. "Why don't you take off those silly bikinis?" she said aloud. "They don't hide much, anyhow!"

She watched for several minutes, then slipped into a short dressing gown, and went downstairs. She made toast and ate it with a glass of orange juice and a cup of strong, black coffee. As she munched the toast, she reviewed what she had to do-get a thousand dollars from the bank and think of some excuse for Phil. Maybe she could tell her husband that her brother called and begged for a loan that he would pay back as soon as he could. Well, he never would. But her story wouldn't be checked, Phil didn't like her lazy brother.

Her second cup of coffee Mavis laced with a double-shot of whiskey. She felt a little smug; that story would suffice. Oh, Phil might raise hell for a few minutes, but his anger would subside. Better that than have a scandal over stealing money from the store. And she might go to jail and lose Phil!

Yet the unpleasant thoughts didn't submerge her into melancholy.

However, one thing did perplex her-it seemed that Miriam and Connie got an abnormal pleasure from the sex antics of others. Yet, Connie seemed cut from a little different cloth than Miriam. Hadn't she lost her composure and eaten Mavis' pussy with absolute, greedy abandon? And hadn't Mavis seen her push her snatch onto Terry's mouth?

Idly, suddenly feverish Mavis wondered what it would be like to tongue out another woman's swat. How would it be to put her lips on Miriam's clean-shaven vulva and kiss it deeply? Then dip the tip of her tongue into the hot, wet, slick petals and suck on the little clit-thorn!

"I've got to stop thinking like this," she muttered, shaking her head, clenching her thighs over her cushiony pillow and grinding the pussy mesh. She poured bourbon into her cup and filled it with coffee.

Mavis was baffled by her carnal thoughts. Even when she-those few months-had engaged nightly in her promiscuous pursuit of money, she had retained a distinct dignity and pride. It had been a necessity, selling her body to men, but now her mind engaged in all sorts of sex fancies! Her vagina seemed to be a ravenous glutton for hard penis with an appetite that would never be sated.

"Lord, oh, Lord!" she moaned, grinding her smooth thighs together to apply delicious pressure on her thick prissy lips and the prickling clitoris that had turned hot and hard.

Her musing was shattered rudely by the chimes. Someone was at the back door. Flustered, she jumped to her feet and adjusted the robe and its sash to cover any trace of her nakedness. Then she hurried to answer the beckon.

Her eyes widened as she stared out at Connie Quentin and Miriam Carr.

They were dripping wet, still wearing their bikinis. "You two look like a couple of drowned cats!" Mavis laughed, holding the door wide.

"Wet pussies, you mean," Miriam grinned, slipping inside and backswatting Mavis' rear as she passed.

"Sopping wet, hot pussies," Connie amended, quickly kissing Mavis with rain-wet lips and pinching a tittie through her robe. "Got a couple of towels for these two crazy cants?" Miriam asked, patting at the water that was running down her wet body.

Mavis skipped into the utility room and brought back two beach towels she had stored there. She stopped abruptly. Miriam and Connie had stripped off their skimpy bathing suits and stood there naked, without modesty or concern.

"Sometimes I wish I had the nerve to shave off my pussy bush," Connie said, taking a towel from Mavis. "I'll dry you, you hairless bitch and you can do the same for me."

Watching the two towel each other's bodies, paying adoring attention to breasts and crotches and buttocks was more than Mavis could stand.

"I'll fix you two a couple of coffee royals," she said, slipping away toward the kitchen.

Mavis was openly fascinated by the two nude women sitting with her at the breakfast nook. The brisk rubbing with rough towels had popped their nipples out, dark and hard and pointed. "Did Willie give you a little last night?" Miriam teased.

"Heck, no!" Connie frowned. "He said he was all zapped out! I wonder who? I have a suspicion some other woman's monkey has been gobbling my hubby's meat-banana!"

Mavis sensed herself blushing, hoped that Connie and Miriam didn't notice. Willie had fucked her! Yet, she felt certain he hadn't told his wife about it, Connie was leering at Miriam. "I think I know whose animal got his meat!"

Miriam giggled appreciatively and looked away as she sipped her coffee and whiskey. And Mavis was relieved; Connie was, undoubtedly, referring to the night before when the Quentins and Carrs had swapped!

"Besides, last night was Saturday-the night Willie has to tabulate receipts of all the stores in the Salt Lake City area and get it into the armored van. I'm sure he gets uptight with all that money in his office and virtually no security."

Mavis watched Miriam nod, "Hank says the store officials are stupid; it would be easy to rob them-Willie."

"And," Connie agreed, "Willie handled a little more than $275,000 last night!"

"With that kind of responsibility, no wonder he had a limp, limber dingus!" Miriam chuckled, reaching to tweak Connie's right nipple.

"Keep your sexy hands to yourself! Don't start something you can't finish!" Connie chirped, recoiling with mock indignity.

They were silent as Mavis freshened the drinks. Then Connie pouted,

"Willie says the guys are going to play poker Monday night; he hopes Phil gets home and will join in."

Mavis hoped her dissatisfaction didn't show. She wanted Phil to herself his first night home.

"Who all is going to play?" Miriam broke up Mavis' thoughts.

"He said if they can count on Phil, there will be Willie and Hank and Mickey and that old fart, Ben Clover," Connie counted off on her fingers. "Willie says five players makes a good game."

"And what do we women do while the men are playing cards?" Mavis continued to pout, feeling a cold gnawing deep in her tummy.

"Why, you've been to their card parties, honey!" Miriam chided. "We keep their glasses filled, sandwiches in their greedy hands and slap their hands when they sneak a feel and play grab-ass!"

"I think," Connie said slyly, "that our dear Mavis is looking forward to a jounce in the hay and having her pussy poked on Phil's first night home from Cheyenne."

"Awwww, come on, honey!" Miriam hiccupped. "Don't tell us you haven't had enough cums in the past couple of days to take the edge off your pecker yearnings! There were all the things Connie and I did for youand you did for yourself-and you even-took so much out of old Errol Flynn the boxer that he wasn't even interested in my slot last night when Hank had to work a double shift on Robbery Detail!"

Mavis reddened, then grinned in good humor. "If Phil wants to play poker with the guys, it's okay!"

The silence grew heavy for a few minutes and Mavis sensed apprehension building as she peered at Connie's sly smile and sparkling eyes.

"If you should need a little sexing, Mavis-honey, I bet I know where I can get you some," Connie smirked.

Not your damned husband! No one! Mavis rebelled mentally.

"I bet I can get Dell Emerson to crawl your gorgeous frame and give you a lusty fuck!" Connie pursued.

"Good, God, NO!" Mavis flushed.

"Come on!" Miriam interjected. "You really got your jollies from Errol Flynn! He fucked you good and you were still begging for more long, hot cock in your swat!"

"Good Lord!" Mavis quailed, absently filling their cups with bourbon and coffee. "I was half-drunk! I didn't know your dog was going tuxedo it to me!"

"But you didn't resist," Connie chided. "You even bucked and fucked right along with his hunching the cock to you! Well, I bet I can get Dell Emerson to plug your pussy with his young stud prick!"

"Nooooo!"

She almost swooned when Miriam said tersely, "And I'll bet I know something that will convince Mavis to take him oh!"

"Whaaaaant?" Connie giggled.

"My business-if Mavis doesn't consent to cooperate," Miriam winked, gloating. "Right, Mavis-honey?" When Mavis kept silent, Miriam said eagerly, "Get Dell here! You can, can't you? Right now!"

"Oh, God! Please, no!" Mavis pleaded.

"Yes!" Connie bubbled, springing to her feet and running naked into Mavis' living room to the telephone. When she returned, Miriam said thoughtfully, "After Dell bangs Mavis, I might enjoy some of his twang, myself! He's a young, handsome stud!"

"Maybe we'll all get a little sex-servicing!" Connie booted, gulping her coffee royal. "He'll be here in about twenty minutes. Mavis? You got a couple of spare robes or something? We don't want to startle all of the starch out of his pecker by letting him walk in on us naked!"

Mavis glared at Miriam, knowing the threat she implied concerned the short time she had hustled her fanny as a prostitute. "Upstairs, to the right, in the big closet."

She felt helpless. She was going to be fucked by yet another man. And Connie and Mavis were going to watch him pump the prick to her! Her sense of desolation was too great to even consider pending humiliation.

Oh, damn! Her sex orifice was a burning tube! Even her rectal region was searing, tormenting fire. No! No! No! Mavis wallowed in misery. She was going to be fucked again and her body was craving a man-his hard meat!

She was unaware that she was drinking straight bourbon. All her mind could deal with-her conscience-was the reality that soon she would be naked with a man on her, in her, fucking her!

She had never felt more a captive of someone else's will and demands in her life. She was naggingly aware of her knees creeping apart, of cool air on her feverish pussy, of a spasming in her vagina. Her body wanted a man's long, thick, hard cock!

"Ooooooooothhhhh!" she sobbed quietly, baffled that no tears flowed from her eyes.

Dully, numbly, Mavis shuffled to her feet to answer the chimes sounded at the back door. She hesitated a moment, checked her robe, careful it was protecting her modesty. Dumbly, she stared at the tall Dell Emerson. His hair was mussed slightly and she thought absently he had probably done it when he removed his stock apron.

"You need me?" Dell asked, eyes intense. "Mrs. Quentin called and Willie sent me over. What's the matter? What do you want?"

How, Mavis fretted, can I tell you that you are here to fuck me? We are going to fornicate while Connie and Miriam watch because they are going to force us to! Why don't you take your viriled dick and run away?

"Come in," Mavis said flatly. "I'll get you a cup of coffee royal-you may as well get a little drunk." She didn't wait for his response, but turned and led the way into the dining room where she got a cup and mixed a coffee royal-half and half. Buster, she thought, gulping her own cold booze, you wanted to have me a day or two ago. Now you will!

You're going to fuck me because I don't want Miriam telling on me-and Connie knows something that will keep you from saying no! Well, buddyboy Dell, after you diddle my hole, you better not go around telling other people! Just fuck me, drop your rocks, enjoy your screw and keep your damned mouth shut!

"I'd better not drink," Dell hedged. "After I do whatever it is you need, I have to get back to the store."

"Yes, Dell, drink up!" Connie crooned as she and Miriam returned from upstairs.

Mavis noticed that the two beautiful women were deliberately careless about flashing their legs for Dell's eyes and their ripe mounds were daringly obvious.

"Mavis, you'll do it," Miriam said tersely, eyes glinting a little cruelly. "Dell's here-and you'll let him! "

She didn't say anything, felt helpless and cornered.

"What?" Dell asked.

Mavis watched Connie push Dell into a chair and lean toward him. Mavis knew that Dell couldn't help but see down the front of the robe that Connie wore. His eyes seemed to pop a little bit and Mavis knew he was able to ogle her luscious bosom. For a second, she thought he was going to snake a hand inside and grab a plump, firm tittie.

"Whhhhaaaaatttt? Oh, no!" Dell protested, voice swimming with amazement, disbelief.

"Why not?" Connie purred, tousling his short-cropped hair. "You're a man-and I'll bet you aren't getting any from Becky!"

Mavis suspected Connie had whispered the proposition to him.

"And if you don't agree, how would you like it if I told my husband to fire your ass? Jobs are scarce and I know you're barely struggling by, trying to save money during the summer for law school in the fall. And how do you think the law firm where Becky works would react toward you if my husband should call-very indignant-and tell the lawyers that you had made sexy passes at me? And I'll bet you would lose Becky, too!

The best thing all around for you to do is give Mavis a good fucking and enjoy it!"

Please! Please! Please! No! Mavis' mind cried in resistance to the humiliation that was about to be heaped on her. She glanced up, looked away. Dell's pain-filled eyes were trying to read whether this was what she wanted. She didn't want him to think she was a wanton slut who had other women find her a stud.

"Mavis," Miriam nudged her softly, threatening. "I'll just tell Philat first…if you don't consent, then others!"

You bitchy beast! Mavis recoiled, surprised that her hate for Miriam and her blackmail wasn't intense-as it should have been. "Where?" she said dully, aware of Connie's hands slyly unbuttoning Dell Emerson's shirt. He seemed so shocked he didn't notice. As for herself, she felt an overall chill flowing over and through her body. Her thighs were clamped together and her vulva seemed dry and icy.

A woman could take in a man's hard-on whether she wanted it or not! But how could they force a man to screw if he didn't want to, In the first place he had to have a hard jock or it wouldn't penetrate. Could Miriam and Connie get Dell hard?

"Upstairs, in your bedroom!" Miriam gloated triumphantly.

"Not in Phil's and my bed!" Mavis rebelled harshly, not looking at any of them.

"In the living room, on the couch!" Connie hooted softly. "It's like ours; it folds down and makes into a double bed!"

"Come on!" Miriam commanded as she and Connie rose and started toward the living room.

Mavis knew she was more than a little drunk. "No one is going to fuck me in my bed except my husband!" she whined. But no one heard her. She was surprised that Dell Emerson had followed Miriam and Connie so immediately. After a minute, resigned, she rose shakily and shuffled reluctantly toward the living room. She paused and stared at the couch that had been let down. To her it seemed to represent a sacrificial altar on which she would be subjected to adulterous indignity for the obtuse sexual pleasure of Connie and Miriam. How could she have ever considered them her two closest neighborhood friends? Because they were the only ones she knew in the area. And she wondered how Terry Lewis felt today, after-they had pinioned her and introduced her to bestial intercourse. Yet, if she remembered correctly, from what Terry had said, Terry wanted the experience of being screwed by an animal!

She was unaware that gentle tears had started, blurring her vision.

Miriam and Connie seemed like wicked strangers to her. She could see that Connie had stripped Dell to the waist and his muscles were quivering as he stood stolid, deeply, emotionally agitated.

"What do you want me to do?" Mavis' voice quivered, unable to take her eyes from the flattened couch. If she were going to be fucked, she wanted to get at it, get it over with!

As if hypnotized, Mavis watched Connie work adroitly with Dell's clothes, drop his pants and shorts down around his ankles. She was surprised; Dell didn't have a ready hard-on-but he wasn't shriveled with shame and dismay, either! There was a certain puffiness in his penis and his husky testes were lifted midway in their sac. Somehowfrom experience-Mavis knew that he was well-hung, would have a master cock if Miriam and Connie succeeded in getting it fully erect! Mavis shivered involuntarily as little shock waves of erotic expectation sparked through her. It was purely a physical reaction-her mind was filled with revulsion!

Mavis couldn't quell the ripples of excitement as she watched Connie's hands on Dell's lithe body, rubbing his muscled belly, his legs, inner thighs-carefully avoiding touching his balls and penis. And Miriam's hands were massaging Dell's lean buttocks pinching and squeezing and kneading. Mavis' eyes focused on Dell's privates as his nuts rolled up and down, his pecker twitched. Yes! They were getting him readywhether he wanted to or not! They would be able to get him in shape to fuck!

Mavis inched forward, fascinated. She had seen felt, guided a lot of cocks into her cunt. But Dell's penis was a marvel. He had been circumcised; there was absolutely no foreskin at all. His penis, slowly gorging with blood, was like a peeled wiener. The blood veins now, were filling and ridging along the sides and top of his thickening dong. He was going to have a huge prick, long and thick. Even his balls seemed to be enlarging as Connie continued to tease and caress his belly and inner thighs, the tips of her thumbs just barely goading his scrotum.

Dell's body continued to tremble and his stem was rising, extending, extending. It was going to be a long, tight-skinned pole with a blunt point. The slit in the head was gaping and Mavis could see the slick pinkness from which thick cream soon would be pouring into her.

Dell's cock was reaching full extension. It was so long and heavy it sagged away from his crotch, lifting his bag of balls. The veins along the side were like blue cords under the dark brown skin. Mavis was vaguely aware of Miriam leaving him and slipping up beside her. She made no effort to resist as Miriam's hands undid the sash of her gown, parted it and lifted it from her shoulders, slid it down over her arms and tossed it away. Mavis stood perfectly still under Dell's gaze. His eyes were nearly closed, but she knew he was studying her uplifted breasts, tiny, pointed nipples. His gaze drifted down to her narrow waist, to the flat tummy to the profuse growth like a meadow on her pussy mound.

Mavis quivered as Miriam's cool hand moved down between her shoulder blades, over the small of her back to play with the solid butt buns.

The hand with tickling fingers worked up and down over her ass. Mavis knew her fanny had no sag and she sighed as Miriam continued to rub her butt. Muscles fluttered in her tummy and her rectum as Miriam worked her fingers into the clenched crack and nudged her burning puckered anus.

"Are you ready to fuck, Mavis?" Miriam breathed hotly in Mavis' left ear. Mavis didn't respond as she continued to stare at Dell's prodigious prod. Her cunny and vulva still felt sandpaper dry. She had doubts she could take Dell's prick easily-it was so huge! She just knew, being dry in her channel, Dell was going to hurt her.

The moment of reckoning, time of coital truth was nearly at hand, Mavis knew. Clear sticky syrup was oozing from the slot in the end of Dell's prick. He was ready to fuck! His nostrils were flaring, then narrowing and she knew he could smell the warm aroma of her pussy, dry or not!

"Ready for a good clicking, honey?" Miriam whispered again, flicking her tongue into Mavis' ear. "He has a magnificent peter, doesn't he, honey? Dell will give you all the cock you can handle!" Mavis felt the tip of Miriam's finger inserted slightly in her hot asshole. She knew that Dell's prick, once he got it all the way into her and it was welllubricated-would make her snatch steam.

"Ready to get on the couch, honey and let Dell fuck you?" Miriam pursued. And her finger wormed deeper into her rectum-and Mavis felt a release of juices in her pussy. The inner petals of her vulva were itching and burning deliciously. She could hardly stand the erotic flushes that were being ignited all through her pelvic region.

"Let's get on the couch, honey, and let Dell give you a good pussyplundering!" Miriam urged her forward.

It was time. Mavis eased onto the couch on her knees and crawled toward the center of the couch with Miriam's finger still sunk deep in her rectal cavity. She hesitated, whined softly as Miriam worked her finger around the burning cavern, then extracted it. Without further urging, Mavis swiveled her body about and turned onto her back. Miriam touched the back of her left knee. Obediently, Mavis drew her feet toward her fanny, pulled her knees up and spread her thighs wide, presenting her hairy target for Dell's meat spear.

Mavis waited for him, eyes half-closed, lids heavy, staring at the ceiling. She sensed Miriam moving around, above her head. Then Miriam's hands touched her face, moved down to cup her hot tits. She heard Dell rustling forward, felt his timid weight on the side of the couch.

In just a minute, he would be…whatever else, Mavis thought, I won't reach down there, take hold of his cock and guide it into me!

Mavis stretched her arms straight out from her body and gripped the edge of the couch with her fingers. Oh, God! she wished Miriam would stop playing with her breasts, fanning her passion! She wouldn't help Dell slide his prick into her! She gripped harder. She sensed him easing between her drawn-up thighs. She wouldn't look at him. The muscles in her buttocks tensed as his hairy legs gently brushed her sleek inner thighs. Would he be gentle when he stabbed his cock into her vagina? Or would he be like a maddened bull and slam the hard, bludgeoning meat into her dainty body tissues?

Mavis sensed Dell getting closer and closed her eyes. She thought she could feel the intense heat of his genital organ on her own feverish pussy. In seconds, she thought, body tensing, he will be putting it in me and fucking me! I won't fuck him back! she vowed, biting her lower lip roughly. I just won't cooperate and give him the satisfaction of matching his fuck-strokes with my own!

She could hear his rapid breathing somewhere a few inches above her face. She trembled as one of his hands rested on her bare shoulder, fingers gripped her tender flesh. Her knees quivered as he adjusted his torso between her legs and she felt a hand fumbling down there. Mavis felt a thumb parting the labia, spreading them so the head of his cock could plow, unobstructed into her furrow.

"Gently," Mavis murmured, almost pleading, as Dell wedged the blunt knob of his prick firmly into her sex groove. The heat of him was intense as his prick grew bolder, probing nearer and nearer the entry to her glory tunnel. She winced as he gripped her shoulder more firmly.

His hand was still between their bodies and she knew he must be gripping his shaft near: the base, trying to aim it accurately at the fluttering entry to her body. "Please! Be gentle!" Mavis begged, wishing she could shrink her ass away from his cock that was like a red hot poker working around in her vulva.

"Ooooooooohhhh," Mavis sighed. The thick point of Dell's prick was nudging at her hole. One thing, she thought, there won't be that rolled-back fold of foreskin to create added friction if he does bang his cock into me hard.

His hand was gone from between their bellies and was on her other shoulder. She breathed deeply and relaxed slightly as Dell hesitated.

Then his knees nudged forward toward the splayed loaves of her ass and the coarse hair on his thighs grated against her own tender legs.

She sighed, almost with relief, as Dell slowly slid his massive penis into her vagina. He was going to be gentle. He wasn't going to bang it into her.

Mavis was ever so grateful that Dell was gentle. She even spread her knees wider to give him greater access, more freedom as he burrowed and drilled his slick-skinned prick deeper and deeper into her sex tube.

She was so relieved that he wasn't going to attack her like a butcherthat her sphincter muscles contracted and expanded around his shaft.

But I won't fuck back, she told herself as he delved his cock deeper into her now-lubricated snatch. "Uuununhhhhhhghggghhh," she moaned as the head of his bone nudged her cervix and slid on past toward her womb. He does have a mammoth instrument, she gulped silently. He will really fuck me deep! Every muscle in her body twinged, every nerve tingled as he drew far out and slowly slid his cock back into her until his big balls slap-slapped against her uptilted fanny. Their combined juices were seeping out of her burning swat.

He gave her four or five long, gentle pumps, stroking his cock into her. Mavis could smell the musky aroma of cock socked into hot cunt strong in her nostrils. She wiggled under him, spread her knees wider as he began to settle into a steady coital rhythm, pumping the prick to her, socking the hard head against the bottom of her canny.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh," she sighed as his pace quickened. There were soft wet sounds down between their torsos as he rocked the cock to her. Mavis was aware that her feet had lifted from the couch and were waving around high above Dell's humping rump. She knew that this lifted her flattened crotch to him, let him plunge his prick another inch into her sex cavern. And he was fucking her faster and she was…

"CUUUUMMMMIIIIIINNNNNG!" Mavis shrilled, her ass pumping wildly. He kept plunging it in and out of her as she orgasmed like a primitive savage. "Giiiiiivvvveeeeee it to me!" she panted, growled, screamed, begged. "Fuck it to me!"

She kept climaxing, cunt muscles spasming and wrenching with glorious pleasure. Mavis sensed that Connie had moved toward her bottom and had her feet, pushing them far back toward her head as Dell continued to plunder her cunt with his thudding cock.

She almost fainted with erotic delight as he slammed in deep and began shooting her snatch full of his thick, boiling jizz. And she was fucking back, her pussy glorying in the massive prick that was crammed deep into her body and was gushing love juice into her.

Mavis was pleasurably exhausted. Her mind seemed to swirl in euphoria; she felt dreamy and relaxed. "Oooooo, ohhhhh," she murmured, not wanting Dell to take his cock out of her cunt where he had let it soak in her sex cauldron for several minutes-even after she had siphoned out all his jizz.

Mavis turned her head and opened her eyes slightly. Miriam and Connie had the naked Dell flat on his back in the living room floor and Connie was squatting down on him as Miriam held his sex post perpendicular to his heaving body so Connie could capture it with her thick-lipped pussy.

Mavis closed her eyes. She would sleep and let Miriam and Connie have their way with the young virile Dell. They could take turns fucking him …

But she would sleep…