Paula Kaufman - The blackmailed neighbors

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Max asked suspiciously. He stepped forward and took a closer look at Pam that told him all. She was breathing heavily. Her eyes were shining strangely, her face was flushed. He might still have been able to pass it off as fear, but for one thing…

The musky odor of a thoroughly aroused woman, emanating strongly from her shapely loins.

"Well, I'll be Goddamned," Max said in a hushed voice, hardly able to believe what was happening. He stared at the lovely young woman standing nakedly before him, at her large, swelling, tip-tilted breasts, her tiny virginal pink nipples hardly visible at the tips, blending in with the creamy smoothness of the luscious twin orbs. His gaze flickered lower, over her visibly shivering belly, and then down to the sparse triangle of silky blonde pubic hair that barely covered the full fleshy lips of her cunt. Her legs were slightly parted, and he could clearly make out where her vaginal juices were already slightly darkening her golden pussy-fur.

Christ, she's gorgeous! he thought in stunned awe. And she wants me to fuck her! Not wanting to waste another moment, Max began to struggle out of his clothes. His cock was already hardening, and he had trouble working his shorts over the stiffening shaft, but in a very few seconds he was standing completely naked before Pam, his huge penis jerking higher with every heartbeat.

My God, it's big! she thought in awe as she stared, hypnotized, at his immense rod of flesh. So much bigger than Jack's. How can a woman take a thing like that inside her without being split in two? she wondered in sudden fear. She felt covered with guilt as she stood there, naked before this near-stranger, her body crying out to be taken by him, and used in any way he saw fit. Unable to understand why she felt this way, Pam was unable to effectively battle it. All her life, in ways both subtle and obvious, she had been taught that sex was dirty, an evil act that carried pain and suffering with it. That had always been in the back of her mind when she would make love to Jack, and her brief experience with the young sailor had only served to strengthen those feelings. Every time she gave herself willingly to Jack, a dark, hidden part of her mind had screamed guilt at her. Instinctively she had pulled a portion of herself back from the act, as if this somehow diminished her responsibility.

But now it was different. There was no question of her going willingly into this act. She was being forced! Freed of the guilt of willfully choosing what her soul believed to be inescapably evil. Pam was suddenly freed from her obsession, and her body, long starved of the natural reactions of love, was reacting powerfully. Oh, God, rape me! Rape me! it was crying, and her mind could no longer turn off its burning need. Pam had no conscious knowledge of all this. All she knew was that her senses were totally aflame. With a mixture of horror and hungry desire, she watched Max approaching nearer and nearer. Her loins burst into flame as she watched his blunt fingers working over the end of his mammoth organ, lewdly pulling back the thick rubbery foreskin to reveal the bloated purplish head beneath.

"Bet you never saw anything like this before," he gloated and Pam had to admit to herself that she never had. Jack's penis was big, but compared to Max's enormous weapon, it looked friendly and harmless.

"P-Please…" she managed to gasp out, not sure herself what she was begging for.

"You bet, baby," Max leered, interpreting it his own way. Striding quickly up to Pam, he seized her trembling nude body in his powerful arms and crushed his lips to hers in a crude, wet kiss. Pam was aware of his thick hot tongue invading the inside of her cotton-dry mouth, but even more aware of his enormous cock, pressing painfully into her soft belly. Her legs turned to water and she went limp in her ravisher's arms.

"Too much for you, huh, baby?" Max grunted, keeping her from falling. Half-picking her up, he carried her over to the big double bed and dumped her unceremoniously on the bedspread with her torso-well up on the mattress, but her long shapely legs dangling over the edge. Pam was aware that her thighs were spread shamelessly opens baring her seething genitals to Max's fascinated gaze, but she felt too weak to move.

Almost reverently, Max knelt between the panting young blonde's lewdly spread legs, his gaze never leaving her nakedly displayed cuntal slit. The soft blonde pubic hair formed a thin golden screen over the quivering pink flesh beneath, and reaching forward he slowly pushed the soft tendrils out of the way. Christ, what a cunt! he thought with enthusiasm, his hungry eyes drinking in Pam's glistening inner slit, gleaming wetly behind the outer protection of her full fleshy pussy lips. Got to touch it.

His thick fingers reached forward again, fondling Pam's half-hidden genitals. She shivered as she felt his hands on her most secret parts, knowing she should resist, do her utmost to stop this man from taking what by right should belong only to her husband. She felt her legs twitch in reaction as Max's groping fingers titillated her obscenely responding cuntal flesh.

I wise he'd get it over with, her mind screamed silently, driven by her body's hunger. Her vagina throbbed wildly, begging for something to fill its aching void, wondering why Max was taking so long to shove his rummaging fingers up inside the hot needing hole.

But Max had other ideas. Placing a thumb on each fat, lightly furred pussy lip, he slowly drew them apart, completely revealing the glistening pink trench below. God, what a cunt! he enthused again, his eyes roving up and down the moisture-gleaming slit, studying the slowly palpitating opening to Pam's obviously eager vagina, then looking up slowly to her tiny knobbed clitoris, one of the smallest and most tender-looking he'd ever seen.

A man'd he crazy to just go ahead and fuck a tender little pie like that, he thought in awe. It looks sweet enough to eat! And unable to hold himself back any longer, he suddenly buried his head far up between Pam's helplessly spread thighs, slithering his hot wet tongue as far up into her dripping pussy-slit, as far as it would go.

Pam's whole body jerked in wild reaction. Horrified, frightened, she stared down unbelievingly at the bristly, graying, crew-cut head protruding so obscenely from between her futilely kicking legs. Max was gripping her thighs with his powerful hands, his stubby fingers digging cruelly into the soft white flesh, holding her a prisoner on the bed while his sucking mouth ravished her outraged tender genitals.

Ooahhhhh… no… no… no…! her tortured mind screamed, remembering how she had rebelled when Jack attempted to do the same thing to her. But now it was different. The struggling young wife knew that there would be no way to get Max to stop this unspeakable act. He would laugh at her if she begged him not to, and he was clearly too strong a man for her to be able to throw him off her violated body.

Then something snapped in the writhing girl's mind. Perhaps the realization that there was nothing at all she could do to stop the shameful act that Max was performing on her vainly resisting body, for the first time in her life gave her the freedom to just lie there and let it happen. With a hopeless sob, she let her head fall limply back on the bed, and her body went slack, no longer fighting.

And to her amazement, what Max was doing to her began to feel good! It began slowly at first, with her tired mind aware only of the hot wetness of Max's slavering mouth against her defenselessly open cunt. Then he suddenly stabbed the tip of his hot lingual muscle against the cowering tip of her clitoris, and Pam felt as if the tiny little button were a switch that suddenly flooded her loins with a blindingly hot burst of electricity.