Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

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.