Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

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.