Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

Mavis inhaled deeply. She was puzzled. She wanted to scratch her own snatch.

"He's a liar! Dell wouldn't steal from anyone! He lied! He conned me!

At first, before I realized what was going on, I was terrified. I didn't understand until after he shoved his cock into me, broke my cherry and fucked me! But I loved it! I wish he was here now! That b-as-t-a-r-d! I would make him fuck me right now! I like fucking and to be fucked!"

Mavis couldn't understand why she felt so weak as she mixed a pitcher of screwdrivers and urged Becky to her feet. The young woman said nothing as Mavis steered her upstairs to the master bedroom. How can I fuck her? Mavis worried, refilling their glasses and watching Becky drift onto the huge double bed. I can kiss her pussy and suck it and tongue it and dip my tongue into her vagina! I can-I can try to work my tongue into her asshole and make her cum like Willie did!

Becky slugged at her drink as Mavis ran a full tub of extra-warm water.

She cooed and purred as Mavis undressed her, assisting the removal of her clothing by turning, lifting…lifting…lifting. Mavis almost fainted with sensual hunger as Becky raised her fanny high, saluting the attention with a bump and grind of her enticing, hairy crotch and puffed vulva.

How can I fuck her? Mavis pondered, stripping out of her own clothes.

How does one woman fuck another? I can suck her-eat her juicy, delectable hair-dish-but I can't fuck her! Only a man has a big prick and can fuck deep into a woman's pussy.

She bent and kissed Becky's docile, pliant lips, let her greedy mouth nuzzle, trail to capture one of Becky's succulent tittie points. Mavis sucked hard, felt Becky's timid hand pressing into her own left breast.

She was reassured by Becky's quickening breath…

Mavis would feel her way along. She would bathe the young thing good and bed her…instinct would lead her…maybe, Becky would eat her pussy, too! A hot shimmer shivered all through Mavis' body as the thought steamed in her mind. It would be wonderful to have a virgin love her cunt! She gently tugged Becky from the bed and urged her into the hot bath. As she was about to step in, too, the telephone rang.

"Damnit!" Mavis swore softly, lunging back into the bedroom. "Hello!"

"This is Phil, Mavis; 'fraid I'll be tied up until at least next Saturday. The ginks who pulled this job think they are pretty smart.

It's about the same type of setup as the guys were talking about at the poker party. The same chain store, as a matter of fact. No security.

One manager collects all of the money. Easy robbery. But I think, in this case, it is one of the armored van crews behind it. Should have it solved by Friday night. These bastards don't know how to cover tracks …anyone with brains could rob these people and never be touched! See ya sometime Saturday."

Mavis' tension and preoccupation with the naked young woman in the bath tub had no chance to change before Phil broke the connection. He was gone. All Mavis was left with was a vague, nagging worry and the sexual opportunity for girl-girl adventure.

Trembling with anticipation, Mavis returned to the bathroom, pausing in the doorway to study the petite Becky who was lying in the full tub of warm water, knees drawn up and flung apart, saucy breast mounds bobbing firmly. Her pretty lips arched slightly in a smile of beautific contentment. Her half-closed eyes almost formed a question of what happens next, but not quite.

When Mavis stepped into the tub, between Becky's feet, the strawberry blonde woman drew herself up slightly in the tub to make room for her.

Mavis shivered with pleasure as she squatted and the hottish water lapped against her taut buttocks and splashed into the gentle gape of her swollen, excited vulva. She felt her clitoris stiffening and extending out of its little fleshy sheath and she was growing passionately hot.

To restrain herself from all but attacking the enticing young beauty, she picked up the large bar of perfumed soap in both hands and began to rub it up and down the inner planes of Becky's silky thighs.

"Aaaaahhhh-ooooh!" Becky sighed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as Mavis worked the smooth soap up and down her legs, each stroke reaching nearer and nearer the glorious vee of those perfect legs. She has a healthy fur patch, Mavis squinted at Becky's gently rounded pussy that had accommodated such an enormous cock for the first time just a short time before. She had to admit there was no evidence that Willie's penis had stretched it out of shape. She was young, her labia very elastic and resilient, Mavis marveled, at last grazing the puffy flesh with its lavish growth of curly pubic hair.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Becky murmured and Mavis could see the muscles crawl in Becky's pussy, then up over her curvy body to rub the proud titties with erect nipples.

"Ooooooohhhhhh-la-laaaaa!" Becky cooed as Mavis built a rich lather on the firm melons with the bar in one hand and using the other to caress and squeeze and tease the dark brownish-pink point. You're a sensuous young lady, Mavis thought, letting the soap slip away and using both hands on Beckons breasts. Why haven't you let Dell get into you before this? There are a few of us who know that he is a virile young stud with a very adequate and eloquent tuba. Didn't he gun me and Connie and Miriam full of thick he-cream? How did you manage to keep him out of your sexy saddle? Mavis wanted to ask as she trailed her hands down over Becky's narrow waist and let her fingers dally with Becky's pert mound and the tight crease formed by the lips of her almost virginal snatch.

"Did it hurt when Willie broke your cherry?" Mavis asked, forgetting she had asked the question before.

"A little," Becky murmured. "But it was more surprise and not really knowing what to expect from his big dick than anything else. He was really quite gentle, in a way. I have heard and read that often a girl's first experience with coitus is the next thing to being butchered. But Mr. Quentin really fucked me quite gently. God! Is his thing huge! But," and Mavis frowned at the faint smirk on Becky's lips,

"I'm already looking forward to the next time he fucks me. I wish there was some way I could watch Dell at work while Mr. Quentin fucks me, not knowing his fiancee was being screwed!"

Mavis was stunned slightly by the sex ingenue's frank admission. In spite of her fairly broad sexual experiences, Mavis was in doubt that she could function to any degree of satisfaction if Phil were watching some other man fuck her!

Becky's satisfied purring ended Mavis' distraction and she glanced down at Becky's squirming body to see that her fingers had parted the full, ripe petals and had dipped into the full blossom of Becky's aroused swat. "Let's get out and dry," Mavis said, almost curtly.

Mavis' passion had cooled somewhat and she stepped away from Becky and the two of them dried themselves. Becky seemed to be pouting. Had she expected Mavis to dry and excite her with the towel? A quick glance told Mavis that Becky wanted more by-play, wanted hands on her naked body. As passionate as she was, Mavis mused, how had she managed to keep some man from getting to her, romping between those golden thighs in bed or the back seat of a car?

And how innocent was she? The crude, vulgar words sprang easily from her lips…the coarse words had never come freely and with ease with her. She had had a variety of men chunk the meat into her before she would even permit her mind to shape the word, fuck! Yet, Becky spoke it like a hard-bitten whore! Well, what the hell? She raked the rough towel through her crotch and tingled the clit and she almost gasped aloud with sensual pleasure.

She tossed the towel into a hamper and reached into a closet for a bottle with an atomizer. Squatting halfway to the floor, Mavis sprayed her genital area with the sting-less cologne, then under her arms.