Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

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!"