Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

Without a word, she handed the bottle with the rubber bulb to Becky who followed suit.

"At least we have nice-smelling cunnies," Mavis smiled, patting Becky on the pert behind and fingering the enticing crease of her butt.

"I like Mr. Quentin's spray hose and perfume," Becky giggled. "Maybe we oughta get him over here and milk him dry-take turns. I've heard of gals gang-banging a guy as well as the other way around!"

"How about Dell?" Mavis asked, deliberately attempting to cut the young woman.

"Weeeellll, why not?" Becky smirked, striding naked ahead of Mavis into the bedroom and pouring a fresh drink.

Maybe what little they had drunk had induced Becky to speak so easily and profusely about-screwing! Mavis mused. What baffled her was how to proceed with her seduction of this juicy young thing. Mavis was itchy with anticipation and heat was generating all through her tummy as she watched the healthy young animal set aside her empty glass and crawl into the center of the bed. "Mavis," Becky said hesitantly, invitingly,

"please play with me and-see if you can give me those tingly thrills Mr. Quentin did. Please?"

Straightforward, Mavis suppressed a frown. But what, really, do I do?

She had been tight and only vaguely remembered the sex-working-over she, herself, had received from Miriam and Connie. Maybe she should call them!

Hell, no! She wanted this pliant young sex-gadget for herself. Mavis was giddy and a little awkward as she climbed onto the bed with her tits swaying gently.

"Oooooohhhhh, Mavis!" Becky breathed, "you have beautiful boobies.

Let's have some real fun! I've heard that girls can make each other feel sooooo gooooood! Kiss my titties and I'll kiss yours. I think we're going to have a yummy afternoon! Oh, golly! my hole-both holesitch and twitch and burn!"

Mavis maneuvered across Becky so that she could suck onto one of Becky's hard little nipples and her own left breast was pressed firmly against Becky's face. Instantly, Becky's hot little tongue curled around a tittie point and it was nursed into Becky's wet, avid mouth.

Christ! she thought, she had never sucked another girl's tit before.

She liked it! And she knew, instinctively, she would have no hang-ups about tonguing and sucking Becky's aromatic pussy! She cupped a hand firmly over Becky's hairy snatch and the young woman began squirming and writhing on the sheet. "Put your finger in my cunny, Mavis!" Becky begged as Mavis cleaved the hot lips and fingered the dainty sex-nub.

As she nibbled a nipple, then licked Becky's arm-pit, Mavis hoped, fervently, that the hot young thing would mouth-love her pussy-the way Mavis was going to eat hers.

Slowly, carefully, Mavis shifted position, swung her left leg over Becky and lowered her bottom toward the small woman's upturned face.

The girl's lips and mouth continued to work in a suckling manner after Mavis had withdrawn her breast berry. She stopped when she could feel Becky's breath gently fanning against her anus and parted crease.

As Mavis nestled her own face into Becky's perfumed crotch, Becky's legs rose straight into the air, thighs flung wide, and Mavis was able to plow her tongue into the juicy groove and dip it deep into the vibrating vagina. At the same time, she pressed her own hairy snatch against Becky's face and her love-partner latched her mouth onto the full folds of tender flesh and dived her tongue into Mavis' hungry pussy.

Becky began shuddering first, then Mavis couldn't control her own thunderous pleasure that rippled through her loins. In unison, they started gurgling, "Ooooohhh-Aaaaaghhh!"

Their climaxes were shattering. Becky was bucking and up-fucking with her bottom as her legs latched behind Mavis' neck. And Mavis sucked deeply and snaked her tongue far into the girl's steaming pussy and reveled in the grip of inner muscles and she lapped greedily. And Becky was sucking noisily and chewing gently on the thick, swollen passionpetals of Mavis' fuck-receptacle.

Later, they lay entwined in each other's arms, hot fifties crushed together, sleek thighs working together as they rubbed their Venus mounds together, girl-fucking…

Mavis awoke slowly, grateful that she could abandon the subconscious and the nightmare of reality she had lived the past few weeks. She felt funny, tingly all over. She worked a hand under the sheet and touched her highly sensitive breasts. Then her hand slid lower and she found her crowning glory was, indeed, gone. Her mound was smooth-skinned and she couldn't find a single tendril of curly hair on her puffed, sensitive outer labia. The nurses HAD shorn her completely. Phil had told her so, but she wasn't sure he had talked to her or whether it was all part of a dream.

But her crotch was smooth and slick and a trifle raw from the effects of the tape and the razor. She pulled her foot up under the sheet and spread her knees wide. Well, she thought, eyes darting about the hospital room, that bastard hadn't damaged anything but her pride, really. She pressed a finger into her vulva. "All the working parts are intact," she giggled softly.

She wondered what all those cops had thought, finding her and Willie tied up in his office, without a stitch on and their genital areas swathed in adhesive tape. She knew she should feel a sense of embarrassment at having strange men see her naked but there was only relief that they had been rescued. Poor Willie! Mavis would bet the hospital had had a hell of a time getting the tape off his hard-on-and he probably didn't have a hair left on his balls!

Mavis wolfed a breakfast of fruit juice, hot cereal toast, coffee and two poached eggs. She was enjoying her third cup of coffee when her husband swept into the room, kissed her quickly and reached under the bedclothes to cup her hairless pussy. "This will be like screwing a ten-year-old virgin," he teased.

"I was raped, Phil," Mavis frowned, worried eyes studying his.

"It could be worse, baby," Phil said, kissing her forehead and clasping one of her hands. "No real damage done."

"Did you screw Miriam that night?" she blurted suddenly.

"Let's put it this way," Phil replied softly, strolling away, his back to her as he stared out the only window in the room. "I was a little drunk-and she screwed me."

"Hank got to me, too," she confessed, holding her breath, fearful of male denunciation growing from injured ego. She almost screamed at him to say something, he was so silent for so long.

Finally, Phil turned and winked solemnly, reassuringly. "I guess we're even on that score."

Conversation was stalled for a minute as a nurse entered with a fresh pot of coffee and an extra cup, for Phil. "How about more coffee?" she smiled superfluously and was gone.

"The robbers got about $238,000 in cash and another $22,000 in checks,"

Phil said slowly, filling their cups. "The bonding company has banned me from the case."

"Why?" Mavis said with a start, and an old fear assailed her again. Was Phil involved in the robbery? Was he under suspicion? She had heard the men all talking about how easy it would be to rob Willie!

"I'm an acquaintance-a friend-of Willie's. Even Hank has been taken off the case by the Salt Lake Police Department-for the same reason."

"Who's investigating?" Mavis asked weakly "The SLCPD-and Ben Glover for the bonding company."

"Why Glover?" Mavis fretted. "He's an acquaintance of Willie and Hank and you!"

"Not a close friend," Phil said bluntly, "certainly not a neighbor like Hank and me."

Mavis didn't like the tight, cold knot in her stomach. Was Phil involved? She wanted to, but knew she didn't dare ask.

"Well, I don't care," Phil laughed, seemingly relaxed and sincere.

"It's going to be a tough one to crack. A real professional job. The two armored van guards-they were chloroformed or something and didn't, really, see a thing. Hell! They lost another couple of hundred grand or so from their rig!"