Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

And he was mounting her! She could feel his hairy underside against her buttocks, the loaves fanned apart with involuntary anticipation. God! her mind quavered. Just a few hours before, she had been screwed by Willie Quentin! Now, she was about to be fucked by a big animal!

His forelegs were locked around her narrow waist and she felt his lolling tongue between her shoulder blades. Mavis' head was twisted to her right. She opened her eyes and could see the dog's right hind leg dancing between her legs as he positioned himself. The sharp point of his prick skidded up and down her fanny crease, almost penetrated her asshole. But it glazed on past-downward-and speared her throbbing pussy. His knob was still there, ready! He hunched forward and Mavis stiffened against his weight and pressure.

"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhh!" she grunted, the sound turning into a soft, wailing scream as he drove his cock home, knifing it all the way into her pussy, lodging the big, hot ball behind her pelvic bones. And she knew how Terry had felt! It was ecstatic! It was exotic! It was heavenly and he punched her pussy vigorously and she swirled into a ravaging orgasm that seemed to sear her mind.

"Oooooohhhhhh!" she shuddered, back-fucking her ass to meet his rapid humps and pumps and hunches. She knew, later, she would feel revulsion and shame. But right now she was getting the fucking of her life from the dog's long, thick, burning prick.

Pump-pump! Prick slammed into her uterus.

Sloosh-sloosh! Big cock-knob batted around just inside her sex tunnel.

"Fuck-fuck! Fuck-fuck! Fuck-fuck!" she heard the words clearly and realized they were coming from her sex-tormented mouth. "Fuuuuuccccckkk meeeeee!" she yelled.

Then, minutes later, she was flooded with liquid fire as the dog plunged his cock deep into her and flooded her funnel full of his steaming animal semen.

Instinctively, Mavis drew her knees together, thighs clenching, capturing the animal's rigid shaft and large knob in her wretching and spasming tube.

Vaguely, dimly, she was aware of his plaintive whining as he tried to back out of her, but she held him tight. His forepaws were on the small of her back, just above the taut, fleshy buns. And he was swiveling around. His entire sex auger was twisting inside her. One of his hind feet was lifting…and he was stepping over their welded connection.

And they were asshole to asshole. His massive cock was bent back between his hind legs, firmly secured in her voracious cunt. And the hard, blunt clipped tail was gouging at her anus as he struggled to crawl away, drag his prick out of her pussy.

She was aware of Miriam urging her to raise up on her elbows. It was a struggle. Mavis was sapped from her super-sensual experience. But she accomplished it. Miriam's hands parted the bodice of her dress and her fingers slid inside the filmy bra to fondle the hard-tipped tits.

And back there…Connie was playing with the dog's balls, keeping his cock hard inside her burning cunt. And the dog shot again. His gushing, fiery honey cascaded all through her snatch and catapulted Mavis into another shattering climax.

"Oooooohhhm, dear!" she whimpered. "Myyy God!" she quavered. "I'm cumming again!" She drew a deep breath. She sobered slightly. "I'm being fucked by a dog!"

More than ever, she felt she was a sex captive, at the mercy and caprice of Connie and Miriam. And hadn't Willie gotten to her? She was his captive, too! He had promised she would have to do it with him only one time, but Mavis sensed, intuitively, he could get to her again, if he pushed the demand. And Hank Carr had a lever, if he were inclined to fuck her!

"My God!" she wept softly, involuntarily pushing her firm breasts into Miriam's massaging palms. Probably, there would be no swap to it… she was a sex toy for all of them!

She opened her eyes and met the lewd stare of Terry Lewis. The elfin girl was no innocent. She liked her sex. What about her husband, Mickey? His wife had just had her first copulation with an animal.

Would she, Mavis, be forced to submit to Mickey's fucking?

Oh, my God! What if they threatened to tell Phil anything and everything?

Was it an hour later? Two hours? She had no recollection of relaxing her pussy and releasing the dog's slick red prick from her pussy. Only vaguely, she remembered, stumbling to her feet, grabbing her panties and wiping the dog's juices from her inner thighs. She crammed them into her crotch to soak up the remaining flow of his cum and slipped from the house. Miriam and Connie seemed oblivious to her departure.

Miriam was introducing the tiny Terry to her dildo; Connie was squatting on Terry's face, forcing her to eat her pussy…

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.