Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

"I'm not going anywhere," Mavis giggled. "Not when there is the prospect of having my pussy fucked. And I want to try to take all of that wonderful prong in my snatch!"

"Be patient, passionate love," Terry chortled, voice musical and happy behind her. "What a beautiful thing you are from behind. I just feel like licking your butt hole and tonguing your gorgeous pussy!"

"Don't be bashful," Mavis laughed, tossing her butt in little tantalizing circles, really wanting Terry to eat her pussy and asshole.

"Maybe later," Terry chirped. "I'll give you your half first, then take mine. We'll go at it rear-to-rear." Mavis quivered delicious pleasure as she felt one of Terry's hands on her upraised buttocks. "Here it comes, love," Terry murmured. Mavis braced herself as she felt the object swabbed in her wide rut. "That's the hole," Mavis sighed as Terry pressed the big knob against the vaginal entry.

"Betcha!" Terry agreed, cramming about two inches of it into Mavis' sultry snatch.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Mavis purred, wincing slightly as the massive pole slid deeper and deeper into her feverish body.

"Here it comes, baby," Terry said, "this should fill your snatch absolutely to the brim with make-believe cock!"

"Ggggooooodddd!" Mavis groaned.

"You have a cuntful!" Terry gloated and Mavis rotated her ass with pleasure as Terry fucked in and out of her a few times. "Hold your scrumptious snatch and butt still while I fill my greedy cunt with my half. This should be tops if there ain't no man around!"

Bracing herself on the side of her head, Mavis watched Terry shuffle around. She worked a hand under her belly and grasped a set of balls, holding the tool steady until Terry was ready. She felt the sweet brush of buttocks against her own. She felt the tool jockeyed about slightly and Terry groaned, "Damn! It's a big son of a bitch! I'm gonna take it all if it stretches my snatch all out of shape! Ah! In it goes! What a nice cock-feeling in my canny!"

As Terry continued working the huge shaft into her own body, Mavis could feel the fat pole jostling in her own swat, sending ripples of pleasure jerking through her body. Once Terry jumped and Mavis almost growled at her not to pull the tool out of her.

"When I finally get it all the way in me," Terry panted, still laboring to sock the massive dong into her snatch, "we'll hunch back and forth toward each other-we'll back-fuck and really ball the jack."

"I don't know whom you're talking about," Mavis panted, "but I wish this jack were here and we'd really fuck his balls off!"

Instinctively, each clutched a set of artificial genitals and began manipulating their cunts around the dual post. It let them control the pace and depth of penetration; they liked it in deep, their ass cheeks rubbing. Terry's pace was frantic; Mavis' was more measured as she fucked her cunt on the thing in long, slow strokes. When they climaxed, they released the balls, tangled their fingers in their hair or beat the mattress with their fists and fucked their asses against each other as they exploded with sex pleasure deep in their loins.

"Wwwwwhhhhaaaatttt fffuuuucccckkkkin'!" Terry breathed raggedly as she and Mavis slowly emerged for their fifth cums.

Mavis wanted to get one more jolting climax. The big dong was sliding smoothly and easily into her greased, boiling snatch up to the simulated balls. "One more!" she howled, "and you can eat met! We'll eat each other!"

But the telephone rang and they were interrupted for a few hours. Their frantic, passionate girl-fucking was over for a while.

Willie Quentin demanded that Mavis come down to the store. He emphasized that it was urgent!

Mavis freshened her body and dressed while Terry lay sprawled in the middle of the bed, the huge dong protruding from her snatch, one end still buried in her body.

"Mick isn't going to like me having that T-Bird," Terry frowned, "but I'm going to keep it, anyway!"

Mavis watched the little sex-pot slowly fucking the dildo in and out of her snatch.

"I should go down to the store with you and get a fast fuck from Willie," Terry panted.

"I don't think he'll fuck anyone for a few days," Mavis replied, remembering how Willie's dong had been taped up just a few days before.

And Becky would get his prick' if anyone did.

"What's it all about?" Terry asked shakily, in the throes of a halforgasm, slamming the big, artificial male-bone deeply into her swat.

Mavis frowned as she stared at Terry, feet kicking in the air, thighs flung wide as she masturbated herself with the dildo. For a second, Mavis wished she had the other half of the dong scrunched into her own pussy again.

"Probably something about the robbery," Mavis muttered. "There's booze in the kitchen and the den; help yourself. I'll be back as soon as I can get back."

At the store, Willie stopped her from taking the elevator to his office. "The investigator-Ben Glover-wants to interview you about the robbery. He's somewhere in the storeroom."

Mavis' skin felt cold and scaly as that of a fish or a snake. She didn't want anything to do with Ben Glover-especially not in the darkened stockroom! But she watched Willie take the elevator to his office and she entered through the swinging doors.

A match flared in the gloom, about ten feet away, and Mavis saw Ben Glover's hawkish face reflected in the flickering flame. He exhaled smoke and shook out the match. "Come over here, Mrs. Moran-Mavisbaby-and tell me what you know about the robbery."

Her guts twinged and she sensed her vaginal passage turning cold and dry. He was a fucking beast! Hesitantly, almost mesmerized, she approached, stopping within a couple of feet of where he lounged on a crate of fresh lettuce.

Somehow she knew-he-Ben Glover-was going to give it to her. He was going to fuck her. And her guts boiled and her whole sex tract felt as if it were being seared by fire. He was going to fuck her!

"Baby," Glover said' easing forward on the crate and taking a pocket flashlight from his coat, "I think you know more about this robbery than you have told the cops."

"No no, no, no!" she muttered, recoiling mentally, but not retreating from the tiny penlight that he kept on her face, moving it from one eye to the other.

The small light almost blinded her: she couldn't see his face. But she felt his hand, rather, his finger and thumb as he tweaked one of her nipples. She wished she had worn a coarse, tight bra-instead of the filmy, lacy harness and matching bikini panties. It, probably, wouldn't have made any difference. Ben Glover was going to screw her with his long, lascivious prick!

Glover kept her right nipple in pinched captivity. The light left her face and she was in total darkness. The penlight was stabbed into her left breast and Glover twisted it against the tumescent point that seemed to burn under the pressure.

She shivered as he traced the light down over her ribs' across her stomach to poke at her navel. "Aaaaaaahhhh," she moaned, tormented and frightened.

The pressure of the small flashlight was increased on her belly button, starting nerves tingling deep in her rectum. Mavis stifled a gasp. God!

It sparked wanton twitches all through her loins, into her inner thighs-all the way down into her toes.

He was going to fuck her!

And she sensed she wanted him to fuck her!

If he fucked her, she would know together he had a wart on his prickif he were one of the robbers! The one who had raped her!

She couldn't see. The light was dug into her belly. Yet her senses were alive. Glover's breath was on her face. She could smell him. His odor wasn't rancid, but was musky and virile. Her tummy crawled; she could almost feel his hard cock against her soft flesh!

She would not flick him back!