Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Terry complained, not yet realizing how helpless she was.

Glover now had both hands on the center of the bar that kept Terry's hands secure, her thighs and knees fanned wide. His huge plunger was making a big, round fleshy doughnut of her cunt lips. It was, it seemed to Mavis, stretched all out of shape. But, what surprised Mavis, she was taking his cock-all of it. Mavis had a clear view. In a minuteanother couple of Glover's rocking her body back and forth-she would have consumed all eleven or twelve inches of his sex snorkel. She really had a snatch! Mavis marveled, vaguely aware that her own sex juices were boiling freely.

Mavis drained her glass and watched Glover push far forward on the bar, shoving it up near Terry's chin that was twisting from side to side.

Terry's bottom was up on top and Glover began pumping the prick to her in long, fast, brutal thrusts.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Terry groaned, her voice drifting into a plaintive scream as Glover drilled his cock past her cervix and into the uterus.

Mavis thought she was going to faint as she watched Glover fucking the shit out of the tiny girl. She did collapse behind the chair as Glover pounded Terry into a violent drunken climax and yelled triumphantly as he found the trigger of his cannon and began spouting her upturned sex cavity full of jizz…

Mavis waited, watched as Glover hauled his long shaft out of Terry's body, shook the sex juice off on her cramped tits and into her face, dressed and departed.

Then Mavis slipped from her hiding place, squatted and removed the cigar from her pussy, threw it away and ran out of the Quentin home to her own and to bed.

To hell with Phil. Let him fuck Miriam or Connie or both…she slept and didn't awaken until long after Phil had left for Provo.

When Mavis awoke, she was surprised she felt no remorse about the night before. As she ran a tub full of pleasurable hot water, she was slightly excited, wondering who had found Terry bound up in such a lewd position, ready for fucking and unable to resist even if she had wanted.

Strangely, she wasn't disturbed that she and Hank Carr had fucked down in the kitchen-yet, she was reluctant to go down to make coffee. She just knew that the room and the memory would haunt her at first. Her cunny muscles squirmed. Hank knew how to diddle!

She didn't know whether it was the delightful bath or the memory of having her pussy plugged so thoroughly and exotically. She shook her blonde hair and examined her body in the clear, steaming water. There was no sign to indicate she had fornicated with relish! "Aaaaah," she sighed. She wouldn't go out-except to the bank to get that thousand dollars to give to Willie to cover someone else's theft! "Damn bastard-whoever you are!" she swore.

Well, she would take care of that first thing, Mavis resolved. She quit the bath, dried hastily and dressed in a tight white sweater and white slacks. Phil had left the percolator plugged in and she drank a cup of coffee quickly. Just as she was about to leave the house, the telephone rang.

"Hello?"

"Phil here in Provo, honey. How are you?"

"Fine," Mavis gulped. "Did you get laid last night?"

She grinned, feeling a little devilish as she waited for her husband to answer.

"We'll talk about it later. I just wanted you to know I will be down here two or three days-wanted to be sure you're okay."

"I'm fine," Mavis said. "I have to go to the bank. Call me again tonight. I have to do some things and I want to get them done. By the way, Phil, I was disturbed by you guys' talk last night-about some-one robbing Willie and the store. Is that really possible?"

"It would be easy as pie," Phil said tersely. "If certain people knew what the hell they were doing."

That bothered her all the way downtown to the bank, while she was filling out the withdrawal slip and getting the cash in twenty-dollar bills.

It really never left her mind until she parked behind the supermarket near the loading dock and started in the backway to Willie's office.

Then she was occupied with another thought…would Willie put the make on her again-despite his promise?

Mavis hesitated near the dark stairway to Willie Quentin's office. Why was there such a trembling in her legs? And there was such an itching and burning all through her loins. It seemed centered in her rectum and flashed through her vulva and into the very depths of her womb.

There seemed to be a grinding and churning in her pussy channel. Quick tears leaped into Mavis' eyes. Did she want Willie to take her and force her and fuck her again? Oh, no! It was cool here in the dark store-room. It was pleasant; Mavis could smell the mingling of odors, detergents, fresh produce, the butcher shop across the huge building.

Mavis wanted to regain her composure, shuffle off the squirrely yearning to be sexed. Through a small glass window in one of the swinging doors between the storeroom and the market, Mavis could see shoppers wandering up and down the wide aisles. The window was so high she couldn't see their metal carts-but she had no trouble identifying Becky Samon who pressed a button and stepped into Willie Quentin's private elevator.

What was Becky doing here? Vexed, smooth brow now wrinkled, Mavis stole up the stairs. Vaguely, she remembered hearing Willie tell Hank he would make Becky. And a case of Scotch whiskey rode on the bet!

Full realization hit Mavis at the top of the stairs. Becky would get Willie's masterful penis, so hard and thick and long-and she would be left wanting!

"Goddamn that Willie Quentin!" Mavis swore softly as she tiptoed up the stairs. "He's going to get-somehow-a piece of virgin tail and my thousand dollars! Well-screw him-he isn't getting any more of my ass!"

Mavis wished she could get into Willie's office-to listen to the redhaired man operate, watch him plug the virgin's prime pussy. Oh, Lordy!

Mavis sighed raggedly. Becky was such a tiny, fragile little thing. If Willie succeeded in seducing her, could she possibly take his huge pole into her unpracticed cunny?

Mavis shivered, perplexed that she was imbued with a hot sense of anticipation. She wanted to see the veteran cocksman stab the little blonde and give her the first fucking of her life! Carefully, Mavis pressed an ear against the door to Willie's office, straining to hear what was happening inside. She almost stumbled forward. The door had been left unlocked! Had Willie done it deliberately? Probably not.

The door gave inward ever so slightly and Mavis held her breath. She could hear the uneven murmur of voices. For the first time, she acknowledged that, in her subconscious, she would have let Willie have his way with her again. Hadn't her own husband shacked up the night before, had given his hard pecker to Miriam? And she hadn't had any of his cock for going on two weeks! Sure, she would have let Willie screw her again, if he pressed her for it. Jealousy began to blossom vilely in her mind. Willie was going to give it to Becky. What the hell did Becky know about how to use and enjoy a prick? Hell! She would probably scream and the pain would keep her from having even a second of pleasure as Willie fucked her. "But I know what to do with a pecker when I get it dicked into my swat," Mavis whispered to herself.

She no longer could hear the voices and pushed the door inward a couple of inches. If she could just get in the coat closet just inside the door. What the hell if Willie did detect her opening the door? After all, she was supposed to be there.

Resolutely, Mavis pushed the door open about a foot and peeked inside.

There was a sound of running water. And Mavis reckoned that Willie was using the bathroom. She opened the door wider. There sat Becky in a chair before Willie's desk with her back to Mavis.