Message-ID: <16027eli$9810042020@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Z N" Subject: Swapping Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980929211418.12268.qmail@hotmail.com> I reserve all rights to this story. It may not be transmitted to the public by any means (such as posting to the Internet or to newsgroups) and may not be changed in any way (such as altering the story or title) without my expressed written permission. Zombie Night (c) 1997 Send Comments To ZombieNight@Hotmail.com This has: Bi Sex, Gang Bang, Masturbation, Anal, Rape, Zoo Woman/Dog Swapping Chapter 1 After all that had happened, Mavis Moran mused. Willie Quentin still wanted her to continue working part-time at the supermarket he managed. After everything---Mavis was somewhat bewildered as she pushed her long, slender legs into pale blue panties, adjusted the double-ply crotch over her ample love place and arranged the cups of the matching bra around her firm breasts- --she was still willing to work for him. As she brushed her hair, she smiled at her expression in the mirror. At least, she knew Willie for what he was---or she thought she did. He was a charlatan---and he knew that she knew it. As she finished dressing, she wondered whether Becky Samon had kept her appointment the previous Wednesday to let Willie screw her. Mavis smiled more broadly. "Theft, my itching butt!" she muttered. Well, Willie had tried that with her---it had almost worked---but she had caught him up. Well, she had after he had coerced her and seduced her in his office. She was slightly puzzled. There had been no hint of resentment that she had slugged Willie in the balls and thumped his hard-on with a knotted fist when he called her earlier, asked her to work. Well, that had happened Monday; this was Saturday. He had had ample time to get rid of any soreness in that time. And it probably hadn't made him too sore to shag little Becky, Wednesday. He really had the hots for her. She probably wouldn't have accepted Willie's urgings to work if her husband, Phil, hadn't called the night before to say he couldn't possibly be home before nine Saturday night. It was only noon and Mavis poured herself a cup of coffee, thought of calling Miriam Carr and Connie Quentin to join her---she wasn't due to report to the store until almost four. But she decided against it. She hadn't seen either of her two closest acquaintances for several days -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----