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Chapter 8

The moon had hidden its face behind opaque clouds beyond the Wasatch Mountains to the east. But Mavis needed no light in the inky black night to know here Hank Carr was! She could hear his deep-somewhat fast-breathing right behind her. She could almost feel it on her neck.

His musky male aroma drifted on the still night air.

He was the one who was going to get her!

Mavis' knees weakened and trembled-but her cunny muscles clutched deliciously tormenting and she sensed a hot flush of sex juices released in her trembling sex channel. Her mind cried NO! But her physical being was crying out to be fucked!

His footsteps were stealthy and right on her heels. No one had to tell her he had a hard-on. And that hard cock was destined to be socked into her cunt!

Mavis couldn't resist a feeling of resignation. He would fuck her-and she would let him!

He was off to her side now and a hand was gently touching the small of her back-the tip of a finger was nudged against the dimple-start of her crack. He wasn't even waiting until they got in the house to start putting the make on her! She just hoped he didn't think it was necessary to remind her that he knew she had been a whore in order to lay her! She would let him-she knew she would-she was resigned to taking him on, letting him hose his jizz into her twat!

Mavis cursed herself! Her sex channel was roiling, a boiling cauldron!

Just from having Hank Carr's knowledgeable hand on her body. Her coital muscles were knotted and bunched. Her rectal passage was itching and burning-and she wished that Hank would get his hand inside her panties and rub her asshole to relieve the exotic torment.

SLUT! her mind shouted at her.

And she answered silently…I have no choice. I can't have any of these people know and talk about my past!

Henry Carr's hand dropped away from her quivering body as they entered the house. Mavis didn't bother turning on another light as the lamp in the distant living room cut the gloom in the kitchen. Mavis knew exactly where Phil kept his cigars…in one of the vegetable drawers in the refrigerator.

This is where he'll take me, Mavis thought, hesitating on opening the refrigerator. Somehow, she knew.

"I didn't see a sign of a prowler," Hank said in the dim kitchen.

"I didn't either, I didn't know we had prowlers in the neighborhood."

Mavis breathed shakily-wishing he would make his move…piss or get off the pot!

There was a rustling behind her, but Mavis wouldn't turn to determine what it was. She folded her arms under her full breasts, just waiting.

She sensed it was only a matter of time before Hank made his move. She shivered, hating the suspense of when he would take her. If it were going to happen, she wished he would do it and have it over with-spare her the agony of uncertainty. It would also extinguish the raging fire that was roaring in her cunt.

There seemed to be something primitive in the air. It was all animal; the pursuer and the pursued; the hunter and the hunted. She was the prey. Mavis was glad it was very dim in the epic and span kitchen. She didn't want to see it happen to her. Hank wouldn't seem quite so carnal and forbidding here in the gloom. She wouldn't have to look at him as he gave it to her. All she would have to cope with were the feeling and smell and hearing his lustful breathing. This way, in the dark, it wouldn't be so bad even if he made her take his cock and guide it into her.

If she couldn't see him-his face-as he fucked her, maybe it would just be like an unpleasant dream. A short dream; depending on how long it took him to pump his prick into her until he came.

"You're a sexy, curvy bundle, Mavis," he whispered hoarsely and Mavis jumped, startled, not realizing how near he was. His breath even wafted fine wisps of her blonde hair. She hadn't expected him to speak. She had thought he would just start stripping her-and take her!

"What are you going to do, Hank?" Mavis mumbled.

His soft laughter sent cold chills up and down her spine.

"Why, you came after some cigars, sweet thing. That's what you're going to get-a cigar!"

"Please?" she sighed, knees weak and trembling.

"You don't have to ask for it, Mavis," Henry Carr said. And he placed his hands on her upper arms.

Soon, soon, soon, she fretted, he would be getting to her. She wondered if he were hung as well as Willie. Willie had a huge cock and he knew how to use it! Well, Hank could fuck her, but she wouldn't cooperate.

She wouldn't even permit herself to get steamed up and orgasm! She wished her channel would stay dry and the walls of her vagina would rub him raw!

She let him turn her torso and pull her into the circle of his arms.

God! He was stark naked. That had been the rustling she had heard behind her; Hank taking off his clothes! He had been damned cock-sure he was going to use his cock in her!

She didn't resist as he crushed her to his bare, hairy chest. He held her so firmly, her breasts were mushroomed almost out of the bra against him. And his hands were rubbing up and down her back, his fingers pinching her firm buttocks at the terminus of their downward stroke. And his touch was stoking her sex furnace and she was about to erupt.

"Ooooooohhhhh!" she whimpered as his mouth and spearing tongue found hers. His kiss was masterful and demanding. She let her lips part, chin lift slightly so he could jut his tongue into her mouth. His tongue was wild. Mavis felt she had never been French-kissed like this before in her life. And he was dry-fucking like crazy, grinding his groin against her tummy. And he was hot and bone-hard! She didn't have to see it or feel it with her hands; she knew Hank Carr had an immense pussy plunger!

His hands, now cupping her ass and lifting her up on tiptoes, were pushing her toward the precipice of climax and she was about to beg him to rip off her clothes and fuck her! She needed it! Wanted it as badly as any bitch dog in heat!

But she didn't have to beg. His hands were busy up under her skirt and her panties were slithering down over her buttocks and he was baring his target for attack. In seconds, the fragile, protective sheath of silk would be gone and there would be nothing between her puffed pussy and his long, hard prick! He was going to fuck her on her own kitchen floor!

Hank's hands left the bare, feverish flesh under her skirt and drifted to her shoulders. For a second panic and disappointment seized her. She thought he was going to push her to her knees and force her to give him a blow-job, suck him off and she would be cheated out of having a big cock pummeling her cunt! Whatever had been her earlier resolve had dissipated. Right now, she wanted a fuck!

But she would do just as Hank wanted, praying silently that she received sexual relief while he was spending his cock in her and deriving his own pleasure. She couldn't see his face in the dark as he left off kissing her and pushed her away. Mavis let him lead her to the serving bar that separated the kitchen dinette from the dining room.

He turned her about and pushed her over the bar. "What?" she puzzled in a slightly whining voice as he shoved her aching tits down on the Formica counter. She braced her arms across the surface, clenched the far edge with her hands. Mavis rested her face on her left forearm, trying to peer behind her, but couldn't see the naked Henry Carr. But he was back there. And she knew he was going to feed his cock into her cunt from behind.

Somehow, dog-fashion had always seemed degrading to her. But she wouldn't resist or complain. She was going to get his hard meat in her pussy. She had resolved that she wouldn't cooperate, wouldn't permit herself to climax, but, now, she was starving for long plunges of hard, pulsating cock in her quivering cunny.

She trembled with anticipation as he hiked her skirt up over her ass, exposing her fanny. Obediently, she spread her feet and knees apart as Hank's hands pressed against her inner thighs. She hoisted her rear as much as she could to give his prick full and easy access to the passion-slicked pouch formed by the swollen labia of her vulva.

Hurry, hurry! Fuck me! her mind implored. But she said, "Get it over with, Hank."

She held steady as he pushed his thumbs into the already-parted crease of her ass and lodged them against her anal pucker. She was fearful he was going to ram them inside her rectum-then wished he would.

Hank was panting in soft whistles, his breath keening through his nostrils and Mavis could smell the muskiness of his genitals. She stiffened, braced her legs as she felt the thick point of his bull prick explore her crack. It was hot and gooey with his secretion of lubrication. For a second she thought he was going to cornhole her, but he wanted it in her snatch and he dabbed the head of his cock into her sex pouch and swabbed it around.

"Aaaaaaaaceeeeeeiiii," Mavis whimpered with pleasure-she was unable to restrain as Hank raked the clit that had hardened and extended from its little silo. She hoped he hadn't been circumcised; she wanted him to have a full foreskin that was rolled back behind the glans and would brush roughly against the crinkled walls of her feverish vagina.

"Fuuuuuuccckkk me!" she heard herself begging.

He bounced the blunt tip against the fleshy curtain of her vaginal opening-then plunged about five inches of thick cock into her.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhggghh!" she breathed raggedly, bracing against his forward pressure. His cock continued to bore into her twat and Mavis gulped appreciatively. Vaguely, she knew she would hate her slutty avarice later. But right now she wanted all of his cock, deep in her snatch and fucking like crazy.

His cock was snug in her cunt, but there was no grinding friction. His coital syrup had coated his shaft and her vagina was honey-glazed with a sort of sensual craze. The big head, with its roll of foreskin nudged her cervix and glided on past, well on its way toward her womb.

He was going to fuck her deep and thoroughly. As if in a daze, Mavis wished Hank had a big knob, like his dog's, that would swell and lodge inside her cove.

"Is it all in?" Mavis queried, panting with desire for him to start his rocking, hunching coital plundering. She could feel the hairy rasp of the fronts of his thighs against the backs of hers. A thunder was starting inside her and she knew she was going to be shaken with a premature orgasm and wished he would give her four or five good, fast cock-pumps before she went off.

"Not quite," Hank grunted. "You have a good, tight pussy."

Mavis almost cried out as Hank rammed the last couple of inches of his post into her hole. "I'm going to make your cunt smoke!" he promised, almost brutally jamming the head against the deepest reaches of her swat.

"Give-me-a-couple-of-thrusts!" Mavis begged, shaking her ass back at him and rotating it. "I'm going to have a cum!"

He swizzled it around in her clutching cunt and gave her a series of rabbit-like pumps-just a couple of inches in and out-and Mavis exploded deep in her vaginal tube. Her sphincters gripped the long, thick shaft and she was grateful that Hank buried his prick deep in her snatch and let her cum and cum and cum, her pleasure cascading all through her pelvic region.

Then his hands clenched on her narrow flanks, thumbs dug into the softness of the area between her heaving rib cage and her squirming ass. When he began drawing out of her, Mavis pleaded, "Don't pull your cock out! I need more fucking! Fuck me good; shoot your load deep in my pussy!"

She had hardly gasped out her pleading and Hank fucked his bone deep into her quivering maw. His pelvic bone banged against her ass and his balls slapped up under her, against her plump pussy mound.

"Ooooo-hhhhh-iiiii-aaaaaaaa-iiiii-aaaa!" Mavis breathed with erotic gratitude as Hank began fucking her in long strokes. She breathed deeply and almost swooned as she smelled the sweet perfume of male and female blended together. "How you can fuck," she marveled as Hank poured the prick to her in faster strokes that brought his cock out of her snatch until just the head remained inside her swat. Then, "Slock!" plunged it back into her. The big balls bounced against her stretched pussy folds.

Slock-slurp; slock-slock.

"It's heaven to fuck!" Mavis squalled with delight, rotating her ass faster and faster and hunching her tensed buttocks back at him as he slammed his meat tusk to the limit in her greedy cunt.

"You're a good, red-hot piece!" Hank panted, huffing and puffing as he hunched.

"This is a good position," Mavis murmured. "My ass is just the right height for you to pump your prick into me!"

She felt he really was making her snatch smoke as he fucked her with long, fast pumps. "I'm gonna cum again!" she wailed, voice shrill. And she felt her entire vaginal cavity was being shattered by the violence of her orgasm. "Hold it in deep and let meeee cum!" she begged, trying to capture his thick, rapacious cock with her coital muscles. But Hank fucked her faster, really banging his prick into her cunt.

He was cumming, too. "Aaaaaagggghhhhh!" Mavis gurgled with appreciation as his sex hydrant began flooding her innards. It was like a liquid fire that was consuming her pussy and her ecstasy knew no bounds. She thought-hoped-he would never stop hosing his jizz into her. It was sooooo heavenly, having his cock fairly blowing her snatch full of thick, creamy cum.

She hardly knew when Hank slowly extracted his spent member. The erotic pleasure continued with her and she remained bent over the bar in the ready position, knowing Hank or anyone else who might enter the house could see her bare ass and gaping, gored puss. Even an inexperienced kid could tell she had been thoroughly fucked.

"Where does Phil keep his cigars?" she heard Hank ask and she knew he had backed his prick out of her.

"In the refrigerator, in one of the vegetable drawers," she finally managed to mumble, still reveling in the glory of his peckering.

"There's only three," she heard Hank say.

She heard his barefooted approach. "One for you and two for Phil," she heard him chortle. He pushed her up on tiptoe as he suddenly inserted a ten-inch-long panatella all the way into her throbbing pussy still in its cellophane wrapper.

For a moment, Mavis was dismayed. Then she started giggling. A cigar in her snatch. She thought her pussy-fire was still hot enough to burn it to a cinder.

"We better get back," Hank said realistically.

"Yes," Mavis agreed, straightening. She kicked her panties into the utility room and followed him out into the night. If she got fucked again that night, whoever pumped the prick to her would have to extricate the cigar first!