Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

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.

The boxer has a hard-on!

That was the first thing Mavis noticed as she walked into the Quentin home. At least two inches of his dick protruded from its thick-skinned pouch.

Her mind was like a void. She barely remembered struggling into her clothes, recalling Willie saying, "One helluva thousand-dollar fuck!"

He had left and she had floundered around, found the bottle in a drawer of his desk, had taken a hefty swig and then went home. Miriam had been waiting for her. Numbly, she had insisted that Miriam wait with her, have a drink, while she showered and dressed.

Then they had gone to the Quentins'. They were going to teach Terry Lewis how to play bridge. Mavis suppressed a giggle.

She couldn't play bridge-not today! But she sure knew something about fucking! Willie Quentin was a master at plugging a girl's pussy!

And that damned dog!

He had a hard-on! Big and red and slick! Mavis, as if in a dream sat down and nodded to Terry, the little girl…former cheerleader… cute…pixie face…orangish hair.

Could anyone tell she had just had a fantastic screw from Willie Quentin? God! He had a mammoth cock-educated! The way he could pry it around and lever it inside a woman's pussy!

That damned dog! Sniffing!

"I'm a little tight," Mavis mumbled. "I don't think I can be of much help, teaching someone to play bridge." But not tight in my pussy!

Willie had expanded that!

"Well, who cares?" Connie demurred, passing around a tray with four glasses of vodka and grapefruit juice. "Maybe another day."

That damned dog has a big sex-bone, Mavis quailed.

But the dog was sniffing in the direction of Miriam and Terry. Why had Miriam brought her dog along? Mavis worried. She had heard things…

And he sniffed under Miriam's skirt and Miriam didn't bat his clipped ears. Then he wiggle-butted across the room and nuzzled Terry's bare knees. Was she innocent? Was she a swinger? Mavis wished she were sober!

Remorse-over what had happened a short time before-was buried deep in her mind. Mavis sobered slightly, slowly, as she sipped the stiff vodka drink. She glanced over the brim of her glass at Terry Lewis. There was a wild, eager, frantic gleam in her eyes.

Her gaze seemed lewd to Mavis. She addressed them all, even though she called Connie's name. "Show me, please. I want to know! I want to do it-have him do it to me! But I'll need help. You'll probably have to hold me! In my mind, it's repulsive! But I want it!"

Mavis' gaze swung with Terry's. Her eyes went to the boxer…to his bag of balls and pointed prick. Mavis suppressed a gasp of surprise and distaste as she watched Miriam lean over and clutch the dog's sex pouch-jack him off gently until another inch or so of his prick crept out.

A sensation of exultation crept into her mind. The dog wasn't for her!

She wouldn't be degraded and humiliated by an animal! He was for the petite Terry! Excitement exceeded her sense of contempt.

She watched Miriam motion with her hand, send the dog across the room, stick his dark muzzle-boldly-up under Terry's short skirt. Her knees quivered apart. Just a couple of inches and the dog's blunt snout wasn't anywhere near her sex-seat.