Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

Mavis cowered mentally and she wished that Miriam hadn't broached the subject again about mate-swapping. "Oh, I don't know!"

What she wanted to say was…let's not talk about men; play with my pussy! I've never done it, but the thoughts of girl-girl love are exciting! Can't you see I'm all steamed up and need my cunny cooled off?

Mavis had to refrain from bending forward for a closer look as Miriam leaned across the cocktail table as she uncrossed her legs. Not only did Miriam shave her armpits, but she also shaved her pussy! There wasn't a sign of pubic growth and the full lips gaped, pouting slightly, and Mavis wondered if Willie Quentin had plowed them apart with the head of his penis last night and shoved his cock through them and into Miriam's body!

"See this box, Mavis?" Miriam smiled, slowly drawing her thighs together and shielding her shorn groin from Mavis' eyes.

"Huh? Oh? Yes!" Mavis recovered her poise quickly.

She watched Miriam push it toward her with the tips of her fingers.

"Open it!" Miriam invited. A present? Mavis wondered. "For me, Miriam?"

"Perhaps," Miriam replied and Mavis failed to detect the smirk on her lips and in her voice.

She set the cup on the table and picked up the fancy wooden box.

Holding it on her thighs, she freed the brass catches and tilted the lid back toward Miriam. She glanced inside and slammed the lid.

Miriam laughed delightedly. "Open it! No, I didn't chop off Hank's business! It's too precious!"

Feeling a blush stealing up her throat and into her face, Mavis again opened the box and stared closely. A dildo! What, she wondered, did Miriam need one of these things for when she had her husband and Willie Quentin and Lord knows how many others in their circle of swapping friends?

For a minute, Mavis stammered unintelligibly. It was very realistic, every detail of blood veins and glans and hairy testes elaborately recreated. The shaft of the thing was every bit as long as her husband's nine inches-but it appeared to be at least half an inch thicker!

Again slamming the lid, Mavis found her voice, recoiling from the thought of using such a thing on her own pussy. "What do you need such a thing for?" Her face burned with a fever of embarrassment. She felt a little dirty, just looking at such a contraption in the presence of another woman.

"You might be surprised!" Miriam chuckled with immense pleasure.

Without wanting to, Mavis again opened the box to study the artificial penis and gonads. The testes were the size of golf balls! And the hair on the gadget was as realistic as if it had been taken from a man's groin.

An amusing thought struck Mavis and she giggled, "Where's the asshole?"

She was tempted to remove the contraption from the box, stroke the long, thick shaft. The skin looked as resilient as that of a real, live hard pecker. She tilted the box slightly and saw that the blunt point had a slit in it-just like the genuine cock!

She was so engrossed in examining the hefty dildo, she was only vaguely aware that the Carrs' boxer swaggered in. It happened quickly and Mavis saw it only from the corner of her eye and wasn't sure she had really seen it at all. But she thought Miriam had spread her thighs wide and the stub-nosed canine had swabbed his tongue a couple of times up through Miriam's smooth, hairless crotch.

Then the chimes fractured the silence and Miriam rose to respond. The dog remained behind, sitting beside Miriam's chair. Mavis' eyes followed Miriam as she swept past and she noticed her hostess hadn't bothered to adjust her robe. A fleshy, uptilted left breast protruded saucily through the floppy vee-and the folds just barely covered her lower region.

Mavis touched the artificial organ experimentally and withdrew her hand, slamming the lid. It felt very realistic, firm and rigid, yet pliable. She glanced at the dog and frowned. Filthy dog! she thought.

About two inches of his slick, bright red tool extended from the hairy sheath of skin. Her stomach rolled slightly as the dog bowed his great head between his front legs and he licked nosily at his penis. Then he flopped over on his side and washed his black-skinned balls.

Yet, Mavis was mildly fascinated as she watched the slick rod move in and out of its protective pouch that was swollen with a knob far back toward his rear end.

Mavis' attention was diverted as Miriam returned, followed by the black-haired Connie Quentin. "Errol Flynn," Miriam scolded, "get back in the utility room."

Miriam had returned with a coffee maker and the bottle of brandy. Mavis shuffled over slightly as Connie sat down beside her on the sofa. "Hi, Mavis. God, I had a helluva hangover this morning!"

"Mavis suggested you were late because you might have been playing with yourself!" Miriam chuckled lightly.

Mavis cowered back against the sofa with intense awkward embarrassment.

Why had Miriam said such a thing? She waited for an indignant reaction from Connie as Miriam managed three more cups of brandy and coffee.

"God forbid!" Connie snorted, picking up her cup. "I felt so damned queasy I never even thought about it! When I woke up I was in no condition or mood for hard cock or masturbating!"

"It was only a stupid comment," Mavis said numbly. "I didn't mean anything, Connie."

"That doesn't bother me, hon!" Connie said, patting Mavis' bare right thigh companionable. Then she giggled. "After what I got last night, I don't think my twatty was primed for sexy convulsions anyway!"

Mavis watched Miriam and Connie light cigarettes, the tenseness of a minute before evaporating and she felt more comfortable.

"Well," Miriam said, as casually as if saying 'Mavis has a headache,' "Mavis is hard-up and has a needy, greedy vag."

"What do you expect, Miriam," Connie defended hugging Mavis' shoulders,

"her stud is out of town and he probably hasn't given her any for quite a few days."

If the conversation hadn't been so casual, Mavis was certain she would have felt mortified. How could these two beautiful women talk so nonchalantly about sex and intercourse and masturbation?

"He's probably getting all kinds of strange nookey while he's away,"

Miriam said cattily.

Mavis was a little too drunk to feel more than a twinge of hurt. She trusted Phil implicitly, had never even considered he might lay some other woman when he was out of town on business. The thought of him mounting someone else, making love to her with his dexterous dong caused a surging ache in her heart. Would he do that to her-when she wasn't getting enough nookey, herself?

"I know for a fact Mavis isn't getting all the cock her canny needs!"

Miriam giggled. And Mavis knew she was blushing again. She felt extremely clumsy and ashamed as Miriam continued. "I even helped her get her gun off yesterday afternoon didn't I, Mavis?"

Mavis couldn't meet the glittering eyes of her hostess. And she knew that Connie was excited by the conversation by the way she pinched her fingers into the smooth flesh of her thigh.

She wished she could get the box with Miriam's sex tool off her lap without their noticing. Actually, it might be fun using the thing, but the idea of a dildo in company with other women was repulsive to her.

"Before you came, I was letting her look at my girl's best friend if her guy's not around," Miriam pursued.

In spite of her embarrassment, Mavis was keenly aware of the twinging need deep in her womb. Somehow, intuitively, Mavis knew that she was going to be the object of Miriam's and Connie's perverted pleasure.

"Let me see," Connie said, opening the box. Mavis couldn't help herself; her eyes were drawn to the huge, artificial hard-on and simulated hairy testes. The slick head drew her attention and her twat fluttered, creating an ache in the area of the cervix. It was so huge!