Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

She wasn't sure her channel could accommodate such a mammoth shaft and bulbous glans.

Connie's hand had stolen under the hem of Mavis' skirt and the tips of her fingers were teasing and kneading only inches from her plump, firm mound. The strange hand playing around down there sent little thrills of ecstasy through her pelvis and her loins itched.

Mavis knew, with almost certainty, that these two young women were going to use the dildo on her-she felt like a captive, powerless to resist. Yet, she knew she could jump up and flee to her own house-but her will wasn't strong enough. As Connie scratched a nail against the sheer panties, grating the coarse pubic mesh, Mavis tried to press her thighs together over her hot snatch. But her knees crept apart, giving Connie's fingers freer access to her crotch. Mavis leaned back against the sofa, tried to stifle her shallow breathing. She knew she was going to be fucked with the dildo, that Miriam and Connie were going to ply it into her cove and get their kicks from violating her!

With eyes half-closed, she saw Miriam rise from her chair and set aside her cup. Someone took the box with the tool from her hands and she was conscious of being pushed over on the sofa. Hands were pushing her skirt up around her waist and fingers were playing with her tummy. Then there was a fumbling with the waistband of her bikini panties and they were being shucked from around her taut buttocks and down her thighs, off over her feet. She was naked down there!

Gentle, yet demanding hands were pushing her feet up, knees far apart.

Fingers were toying with her pussy petals, caressing, pinching, parting. She turned her head and saw Miriam, stark naked, holding the big instrument. She was about to get that huge prod poked into her vagina. And she just knew it was long enough to penetrate beyond the cervix, into the womb. The realization caused her uterus to flutter and ache hungrily.

A fingertip was goading her clitoris, but Mavis couldn't see that.

Between the vee of her upraised thighs she could see Connie's amused face. And above was Miriam, her hands holding the immense dildo. She released it with one hand, let the big head dangle toward her face. It was so near, Mavis felt her eyes were crossing as she stared in slight fright at the realistic head with the narrow slot in the blunt tip.

"Open your mouth, sugar," Miriam urged, patting Mavis' blonde hair. "We must get it moistened; you'll do that with your mouth."

Oh, God! Mavis quailed. The thing even smelled like a man's sex gadget!

And she was about to have it thrust into her mouth. Miriam was going to fuck that artificial cock into her mouth-down her throat? "No, no, no!" she whimpered-but her lips parted, mouth opened wide. And Miriam worked the huge knob deep into her mouth and screwed it around. She pried it in deeper and Mavis nearly gagged as the fake cockhead was goaded into her gullet; deeper and deeper and deeper until the hairy balls sagged against her chin and the upper pubic growth tickled her upper lip and nose. Only once when she was working as a prostitute-had she ever had anything like it in her mouth. A customer had given her an extra hundred dollars for oral sex. Now, she was being fucked in the mouth with a dildo! And it tasted salty and musky-just like that man's hot, hard peter. The only difference was-he only had about four inches of pecker!

Slowly, Miriam withdrew the thing and Mavis was conscious of Miriam and Connie shifting positions. Then-her ass humped and bucked. Miriam was working the big rod into her snatch. Oh, good, good! It was being drilled into her feverish cant, deep, deep-deeper. A finger was rubbing and rasping her extended clit and Mavis knew she was going to have a booming cum before Miriam succeeded in ramming it into the balls.

"I'm going to do it!" Mavis croaked, cheeks of her ass tensing and bouncing for more of the gimmick in her snatch. "I'm cumming!" she howled. "Please! More! Cram it into me! I'm cumming! Fuck it to me fast! I need lots of fucking!"

She didn't care if Miriam and Connie were laughing, gloating as they shoved the synthetic prick into her body. She was on fire inside and her loins burned, flanks heaved with the effort and pleasure of having the breeding tool socked into her.

There was a grinding, twisting, levering in her vagina and Mavis felt she was about to faint from the erotic, heavenly impulses that stabbed all through her belly. Even her rectum seemed ablaze and she wondered, hazily as she up-fucked her bottom, if it were possible to have a rectal orgasm.

It was! Sensual pleasure was rippling all through her as Miriam continued to fuck her with the big pussy jabber. She wanted to relax and enjoy the cascading waves of enjoyment, but Miriam continued to cram her twat with the thing. Then, as if far away, she heard Connie's frantic voice.

"Pull it out of her, Miriam! I'm going to eat her pussy! I haven't had a good piece of hair pie in a long time! And I'm going to gobble Mavis' snatch! God! Her cunt smells aromatic and glorious. And I'm going to tongue her pussy good!"

Mavis only hazily remembered Miriam and Connie dressing her, after they had used her body for their own sport. It was only mid-afternoon and she barely remembered stumbling home. Her vagina burned and ached from the plundering and reaming with the massive dildo and Connie's voracious mouth.

What was clear in her mind was the animated conversation between Connie and Miriam as they had adjusted her clothing. Connie had asked if "Mavis and Phil would join them." Mate-swapping!

And Miriam had said it still wasn't settled-she wasn't sure Phil would cooperate "but Mavis will play the game our way!" Well, she had already played part of their sex-game, hadn't she? But, how much further would she have to go? What did they have in mind? Mavis cringed mentally, her body shook as if chilled. Miriam had the lever to force her to do just about anything! She considered running away-but that would mean leaving Phil!

She hurried to the master bedroom and undressed quickly, then showered in a stinging cold spray. Somehow, she knew Phil wouldn't consent to swapping and swinging with the Quentins and Carrs. And what did Miriam and Connie have planned for the petite Terry Lewis? Was Terry promiscuous-a swinger-or not? Mavis couldn't even guess.

Even after showering, Mavis' mind felt saturated with Miriam's brandy; she was woozy and sleepy. She felt that Phil wouldn't call again, would be home on Monday. Bare, she slipped into the unmade bed, resolved to sleep through the rest of the day and the night. She would decide tomorrow how to counter Miriam's threat to expose her past and force her to engage in sex with hers and Connie's husbands. She sensed that Connie and Miriam didn't want Phil to fuck them nearly as much as they wanted Mavis to submit to sexual intercourse with their own husbands.

Oh, God! Would they watch if they succeeded in their devious plans? The very thought of having Connie and Miriam watch as their husbands screwed her was humiliating!

Mavis awakened early, spirits blithe, and dressed quickly, donning a snug minidress of white silk that zippered down the back. Sleep had restored her mental serenity, thoughts of her lesbian antics the day before with Miriam and Connie fucked deep in the back of her mind.

Humming softly, Mavis fixed and ate a light breakfast. It was still some time before the bridge session with Miriam, Connie and Terry Lewis. She would change the sheets and make the bed, she thought, as she brushed her teeth.

Resolve strengthened in her mind as she rinsed her mouth. She wouldn't get involved in swapping. She wouldn't allow herself to be seduced by Willie Quentin or Henry Carr or Mickey Lewis or Dell Emerson. Then her conviction wavered as she thought of Miriam telling Phil that she had worked as a whore! She loved her husband and her body was only for his pleasure-but would he bounce her ass out of his house if he knew about her past?