Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

His shaft was rock-hard and hot as a poker! She didn't want him to shoot his goodies under the goadings of her hand. She wanted him to hose his jizz into her sex-starved pussy!

She gripped it tight and studied the thick-skinned dong. There wasn't a sign of a wart. He wasn't the man who had screwed her during the robbery of Willie's store. Well, she wasn't going to be left emptyhanded-empty-handed? She had a handful of magnificent pussy-pleaser and she was going to have this massive male member crammed into her snatch, hauled out and rammed back in and she was going to cum and cum and CUM!

"Okay," she said huskily, shuffling on the sofa to make room for his spread knees between her parted thighs. "Let's have fun! Come on, Hank, let's fuck!"

As he positioned himself between her veed legs, knees against her tense ass, she seized his prick in both hands. "I'll guide it in," she panted, pressing the pear-shaped knob into her vulva, massaging the red inner lips, then aiming it against the fluttering opening to her ravenous snatch.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh," she whimpered with passionate anticipation as Hank slowly nudged his cockhead into her throbbing vagina.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh, sooooooo goooooodddddd! Fucking is such ffffuuuunnnnn!" she dug her nails into his shoulders, leaving red tracings of her wantonness.

She jerked her fanny up and down and around to assist Hank as he slowly drove his shaft all of the way into her until his hairy balls bounced against her up-tilted butt. The pucker string of her anus felt like a burning ring of fire. "God! Fuck me, Hank. Fuck me hard and make me cum!" she begged.

Wham! Bang! After several slurpy, industrious pumps, Mavis felt she was about to shatter. His cock's head slammed past the cervix, into the womb. There was the pungent aroma of male and female sex-heat thick in her narrowed nares as Hank fucked her faster and faster.

Sloosh! Sloosh! Sloosh!

His prick plunged in and out of her cunt.

"I'm cuunummmmiiiinnnng!"

A scream of rapture bounced off the walls and the ceiling as Hank pounded the cod into her and she humped her ass to meet his pistoning cock-thrusts. Spasms of erotic pleasure gripped her and her whole body felt like flowing lava.

She didn't have the robber between her legs, but she had a masterfucker riding and bouncing and bucking in her fuck-saddle. And he really knew how to thud the meat to a girl.

"Fffffuuuucccckkkk mmeeee faster and deeeeppppeeeerrrr!"

She was like a shooting star and sparks of passion seemed to be exploding everywhere. She wouldn't have cared less as she careened through her violent pleasure had she known that her husband and Miriam were parked in the Carr garage with the double door closed.

Phil was sipping raw scotch from a bottle as Miriam sucked him off, savoring his cock and giving him a sapping blow-job.

She was in the thrall of her fifth climax and Hank was gunning his jizz into her snatch as Miriam and Phil shifted into the back seat to fuck until their sex-heat steamed up the car windows.

Mavis awoke with the sweet realization that she was naked atop the covers in hers and Phil's bedroom. My husband, she thought, must haste carried me upstairs to bed. She stretched slowly, deliciously. Criminy!

Hank Carr gave me a good fuck!

Her cunny still crawled and convulsed with the pleasure of having his huge cock socked into it.

With eyes still closed, Mavis caressed her firm titties and pinched the nipples. One thing, though, she frowned: Hank wasn't the robber who had raped her. She reviewed the situation quickly. And it hadn't been Willie Quentin. And she was positive it wasn't Dell Emerson. Who? Her quest for the man with the tantalizing growth-or wart-on the side of his penis might never be fulfilled. She could fuck all the Mormons and Catholics in Utah and still not find him! What a helluva way to try to help her husband crack a robbery-bed all the men around!

Mavis stifled a giggle. What a delightful way to conduct an investigation…give all the suspects the third degree between her thighs, grilling them-and their peters-in her pussy!

She turned onto her side and opened her eyes slowly. She squinted and smiled broadly. Phil was lying on his hack beside her. He was blessed with a massive hard-on and his husky gonads were rolled high in their crinkled sac.

Delicately, Mavis raked a fingernail across the purplish head and restrained the desire to laugh as her hubby's stomach muscles crawled and his erect penis trembled. Gentry, she jacked him off, just running the tip of an index finger over his thick shaft, working the tight, thick skin up and down.

Phil groaned; his ass bucked upward to meet her touch. "She sucked the whole thing," Phil mumbled and a smile brightened his expression. "She ate and sucked and swallowed the whole thing."

Mavis pouted, then frowned. He was talking about Miriam Carr. It was clear to her. Miriam had given Phil a blow-job-and it was still in his mind. She has to be a master at cock-sucking, Mavis thought, if the pleasure she gives a man will dominate his subconscious. Mavis raised on an elbow to study her husband. Phil had been sucked off and he, obviously, had liked the lips of a woman-Miriam-lapped around his dong slavering and licking and sucking!

"Christ!" Mavis whispered softly, "he still has lipstick all over his packer-and it's matted in his cock hair and smeared all over his belly and balls."

You bastard! she swore softly, taking hold of his long, hot shaft. She began to masturbate him in a determined manner and his body jerked rhythmically.

"Oooooohhhhh," Phil mumbled. "She sucked and ate the whole thing."

Mavis jacked him off with greater diligence, rising to use both hands on his prick. Faster and faster. If it hadn't been for Miriam's mouth paint all over her husband's genitals, she would have been tempted to blow him herself! But she drew the line. She decided she would see if he had any jizz left in his reservoir…

"And he does…" she smirked as she felt the tensing in his pipe. She worked harder on his joint. "Shoot, you bastard! Shoot your cum all over yourself!"

She whipped her hands up and down on his cock and kept it up all the time Phil ejaculated thick spurts of sperm all over his belly, even up into his chest hair.

He awakened with a start and frowned as he realized that Mavis had jacked him off all over himself. Then he grinned as she scampered off the bed. "At least Miriam didn't create a mess." He swatted futilely at her naked butt.

"She may have sucked you off and you didn't get cum all over everything," Mavis corrected, "but she left you a mess-your club all painted up for war. I'll make some coffee."

"It wasn't Hank, was it?" Phil called after her.

"He doesn't have a wart on his dingus," Mavis replied.

As Mavis was fixing breakfast, Phil received a telephone call. Over their third cups of coffee, he said, "I have to chase my ass over to Reno. That was my boss on the phone. And, according to him, I am more and more under suspicion in connection with the robbery here."

His tone was mild, but his bitterness wasn't concealed from Mavis. She saw his eyes briefly and the pain in them almost made her cry.

"Oh, how can they think you were mixed up in it? You weren't even in the area."

"But I was in the area," Phil shook his head. "I can't account for some five hours of my time even though I was here, at home, at the time the robbery occurred."

Mavis turned away. More than ever, she wished she could strip away the mystery-that is, strip the robber, screw him, if necessary, and find the man with the wart on his peter.

She wished Phil didn't have to leave, but realized that being busy, on an investigation, would be better for him than being idle, waiting for something to happen.