Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

Phil grinned, then returned to his car to get a large suitcase and a leather-cased object Mavis knew was a cassette tape recorder.

She fixed him a drink, turned and saw him staring at Terry's scantily clad body-and Terry had already discovered that Phil was sporting more than half a hard-on.

"How was your trip?" the three of them said, almost in unison.

"No problem, sweat, okay," they chimed, then smiled sheepishly, awkwardly.

There was no doubt about Terry's eagerness to have thick, hard cock chunked into her snatch. Her eyes were glazed with the animal messageFuck me! And Mavis could smell the sweet aroma of her cunt.

Calculatingly, Mavis took the initiative. "Phil, don't cream in your shorts! Terry wants to be screwed, so why don't you two strip and diddle?"

You little bitch! Mavis frowned as Terry lurched to her feet and shrugged out of her sunsuit. Phil laughed and caressed his swollen genitals through his pants with the bottom of his frosty glass.

"Where do you want to give it to me, Phil? Where do you want to fuck me?"

Mavis frowned. About the same question she had asked Mickey after he had gotten her aroused.

"Not in the butt hole," Phil laughed, "in the middle of a bed."

"That's what I meant!" Terry snapped, hurling herself onto a bed, flopping onto her back and making a sex saddle of her thighs, knees far up, feet dangling in the air. Mavis stared at her inviting, hairy crotch, pinkish inner labia glistening with passion-moisture, opening to her vaginal fluttering. Terry's voice turned pleading, "You can cornhole me, if you want to; but fuck me in the canny, too!"

"Give it to her, Phil! Fill her snatch with prick and fuck her!" Mavis urged, desire fluttering through her as she anticipated watching her husband ream the young woman's vag with his massive tool.

"Hurrrrry and fuuuuuucccccccccckkkk meeeeeee!" Terry wailed, waggling her fingers and her fanny at him, begging plaintively.

Mavis sat perfectly still as her husband stood, set his glass aside and undressed slowly. Terry gasped and Mavis felt slightly jealous as Phil's massive tool was uncurled from his clothes and his phallus stiffened and lengthened and thickened. She would like to have his dick in her-but he was going to fuck it into Terry Lewis!

And she was going to watch her husband fuck the little hot-pussied hussy!

Phil seemed to ignore her as he crossed the room and eased onto the bed, worked his own naked body between Terry's inviting thighs, shuffled forward, his cock waggling, toward the woman's sex treasure.

In a minute, Mavis fretted, yet was filled with anticipation, her husband would be screwing another woman-right before her eyes. There was a lecherous expectancy. She wanted to see Phil drive his cock into Terry's cunt, stretch that marvelous vulva out of shape and fuck his mammoth meat deep into her fragile body.

Mavis leaned forward to see clearly as Phil hovered over Terry, his lips and teeth finding a breast berry. "Aaaaaaahhhh!" Terry whimpered, reaching to find Phil's throbbing prick, trying to pull it into her steamy swat.

Phil closed the distance between their pubic regions until the huge, glistening head of his cock soaked in her hot groove. "You want it, Terry? You want a good fuckin'? Give me the cassette, Mavis," he said all in one breath.

Mavis lurched to her feet and placed the instrument near the head of the bed, near her husband's right hand. She stood for a moment as he opened the case, pointed microphone toward Terry's face.

"Yeeeessss! Fuck me, Phil!"

He flipped the switch and Mavis watched the reels move. Then she returned to her seat.

Phil moved over Terry's uptilted bottom, let her work the huge pearshaped head just inside her vag.

"Yes! Fuck me!

Phil let the head of his cock soak, just inside her wiggling body.

"Tell me what you know about the robbery of the store that Willie manages," Phil urged softly, giving Terry's twat little jabs with just the knob of his dong.

"Please fuck me, Phil?"

"We know that Mick was one of the robbers. Tell me about the robbery."

He plunged a couple of inches of hard prick into her snatch. "Tell me!"

"Ffffuuuucccckkkkmmmeeeeee!" Terry begged, trying to up-hunch her ass to get his spear in her.

Phil gave her a couple of fast cock-thrusts. "Tell me."

He rammed the remaining seven inches of his sex sausage into her.

"Fuck me!" Terry squalled as Phil withdrew his prick. "It was a clever setup. Mick? Yes! He was one! He raped Mavis! The beating Willie got was part of the plan-he's involved-to throw off suspicion."

Mavis watched her husband plow his rock-hard cock back into Terry's ravenous snatch. "Hank was against it-but he went along with the guys."

She was panting with passion and starving hunger for more of Phil's sex pole. He gave her several long, fast pistonings-she farted loudly as he hit bottom with the thick point of his prick.

"Ben Glover was the mastermind," Terry snorted as Phil fucked the cock into her. "He cased the whole job-with Willie's help on timing of the guards and the van. Hank helped steer the SLC police away from suspecting them."

Mavis watched her husband clutch Terry's heaving flanks with both hands and pump the prick into her furiously. "Where is all of the money?"

"They split it up. It's hidden in everybody's houses! Oooooahhhh! Fuck me, Phil!"

Terry had her toes in her hands, feet hauled back parallel with her ears, legs flung wide, taking every last inch of Phil's sex meat that he was drumming into her.

Mavis knew when Terry was exploded into violent orgasm. She screamed like an Indian on the warpath. Her lust was unbelievable as she tossed her bare, sweaty ass up at Phil to meet his inward plunge. She kept cumming as Phil buried his dong deep and began shooting the jizz into her sex-soddened cunt.

Even after Phil extracted his long, thick prick from her snatch and went to shower, Terry lay there in the middle of the bed with her thighs spread wide, plundered pussy an almost obscene invitation for more fucking.

The solution of the crime had been almost too easy, Mavis thought, once the vital key was found. All it took was finding the man with the wart on the side of his sex root. She wondered how long the case would be dragged out; she hoped that she and Phil wouldn't be involved for a long period of time.

She frowned at the naked Terry, at the thick lips of her pussy that smiled leeringly, at Phil's thick, pearly sex cream that oozed from her vag and trickled into the crack of her ass.

Mavis shrugged and rose to mix her and Phil another drink. "We'll go home in the morning," she murmured, studying herself in the mirror above the dresser, satisfied with her trim figure that was amply revealed by the scanty panties and bra. "Then Phil can get the ball rolling with the police and insurance company."

She accepted her husband's ardent kiss when he merged naked from the shower. "Why don't you help Terry to a shower," he said, "later, I have some more questions I want to put to her."

"Why is a shower important?" Mavis pouted.

She frowned at Phil's wide grin.

"I am to use my exclamation point on her again and I want a nice, clean, perfumy sentence to punctuate."

During the night, in the still darkness of the motel, Mavis heard her husband working on the passionate Terry. The sodden sound of big cock thudding into female flesh was loud in the room. The earthy odor of male and female sex pervaded the close air.

"Where have the men hidden the money, Terry?" she heard Phil pant as he slammed his prick into the whimpering Terry's cunt.

"In-in-in their homes. I don't know-oh, fuck me! God, you fuck a girl good!"

"Where in their houses, Terry?" Phil persisted and Mavis thought she could actually hear the head of her husband's cock banging against the bottom of Terry's sex well. "Where did Mickey hide his share of the money?"