Paula Kaufman - The blackmailed neighbors

Max could tell that Pam was about to cum, too, from the way that her stomach muscles were tightening, but she seemed to be having trouble. She struggled wildly, obviously on the brink, and Max helped her over the edge by suddenly pressing his fist into her lower belly, forcing her inner parts down onto the deeply thrusting head of his cock.

Pam felt as if she had burst inside. Wild lights flashed in her brain in a kaleidoscope of color as her body completely surrendered itself to her second orgasm. Her body arched back in a bow, her fingers and toes curling spasmodically in age-old reflex. She was gone – totally lost in an inner world of spinning suns and galaxies, her body twitching and shuddering under Max's ponderous weight.

In turn, Max's impending ejaculation was touched off by Pam's spasming cunt, contracting in wave after wave, nibbling hungrily on his enormously swelling cock. It was slow in coming, and he felt as if Pam's pumping body was drawing the sperm right up from his drum-tight balls.

"Here it comes, bitch!" he roared, feeling the first hot jets spouting the length of his shuddering rod. He rammed himself as deep as he could into Pam's obligingly open body, wanting to fill her tender young belly with his steaming seed. In the last throes of her own orgasm, she thrust her legs high in the air on either side of his body, holding them straight and trembling as her quivering womb drank up the last of his passion. A thick flood of their combined cum gushed back out from where their loins were obscenely locked, flooding down sweat-slippery bodies to drip in thick ropes onto the bedspread below.

With one last sobbing gasp, Pam's body arched into the last of her climax, her cuntal muscles squeezing his depleted cock almost painfully. Then she collapsed back onto the sperm-soaked bed, gasping for air, her body completely limp. Max fell forward, his bristly head pillowing into her still-swollen breasts as he fought to get his own breath back. They were both aware when his shrinking cock slipped wetly from her still-gently working vagina and trailed down into the crack between her ass-cheeks.

"Baby, can you ever fuck," Max said to the tired girl.

Pam forced herself to open her eyes and look up into his coarse, grinning face. I wish it had been someone else, she thought unhappily, remembering the way that she had given herself to this brutal man. Despite the delight that her body had felt, she still resented the way he had forced her to make love to him. She knew he wished nothing but harm to her and Jack.

Jack!

For the first time Pam realized fully what she had done.

She'd been unfaithful with another man!

It didn't matter, she knew, that Jack had done so first. Husbands were expected to he unfaithful, but with a woman it was another matter – it always had been and always would, the distraught young woman thought, convincing herself of her own wrong-doing. And the man with whom she had committed this unforgivable act was still lying on her sex-slippery body, as if he had a right to be there.

"Get out!" she hissed between her teeth.

"Huh?" Max said with surprise.

"Get out, you filthy beast! Get out of my house!" she screamed. The surprise on Max's face gradually hardened and turned to anger. Why, this arrogant young cunt! He'd turned her on like she'd never been turned on before, and this was how she was treating him!

"Okay, bitch," he said coldly. "So you think you're too good for old Max. Well, we'll see about that soon enough – some day you'll beg me to stay, but I know when I'm not wanted." He stood up, and looked down to where a long thread of cum was dangling from his now-shrunken cock. "I'm gonna go home and wash your pussy-smell off me." He quickly pulled on his clothes. "But I'll be back," he snarled at Pam. "Back to play some more games with your precious little cunt." He scooped up the photos which Pam had left lying on the dresser.

"Wait!" she cried out. "Those are mine! You said if I…"

"The bet's off, baby. You're gonna have to give old Max what he wants first, and you're a long way from it. You just lie here and feel superior, but I'll be back, and then we'll see what kind of tune you sing."

Pam had risen half up on her elbows, frightened by Max's wild face. She watched him go, taking the pictures with him, and suspected that her future happiness with Jack was going with him, too. The bedroom door slammed after him, and she was alone. Pam lay there, half-propped up, remembering the warm feel of the earth around the rose-bush. Had that happened this same morning? It seemed impossible to the stunned young housewife as she stared down at her blonde pubic hair, matted and sticky with Max Flaherty's thick congealing cum.

Disgusted with the sight of her own lust-smeared body, Pam quickly got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. She took a long shower, slowly relaxing under the steaming jet of water.

Strange, I don't really feel, guilty, she thought as she carefully examined her conscience. What bothered her most was the fact that it was Max who had made love to her, a man she now loathed more than ever. As for the sex – well… that was something that time had come due, she decided. She sensed from the subtly different way that her body felt that she had left behind her forever the old days of sexual strain and frustration. She had a new possession – her sensuality – and was grateful for its warm presence.

She had just re-entered the bedroom, slowly drying her nude body, when she realized that she wasn't alone. She clutched the towel to her nakedness, certain that Max had come back to bother her again, but saw that it was a woman.

Anna!

The two women stood, looking at one another silently for what seemed a long time to Pam.

"Max told me what happened," Anna finally said. When Pam made no reply, she added, "I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be," Pam replied briskly. How did she get in? she wondered. Max must have left the front door open. Pam found it hard to look directly at Anna. She remembered the photographs – Anna's mouth on Jack's cock, and the look on her face when Jack was fucking her.

"I-It wasn't like you think," Anna said haltingly, which sounded strange coming from the usually self-assured woman. "Max told me about the pictures later. I didn't know he was there."

"You don't have to tell me any of this," Pam said, her manner strained and cool. "I think I understand."

"But you don't!" Anna suddenly cried. "Max made me do it!" She moved a step closer. "Max told me how he forced you to… give in to him… because he blackmailed you. Well, he did the same thing to me. He… he has something on me that lets him make me do anything he wants. I had to make love to Jack!"

Pam's reserve finally cracked. Seeing Anna humiliating herself, the younger woman felt a quick rush of sympathy. Impulsively she opened her arms to Anna, but to Pam's surprise, it was she who suddenly broke down, sobbing bitterly, her head pillowed on the older woman's shoulder. Her emotions, shattered by the shocking events of the morning, suddenly fell in shreds.

Anna led Pam to the bed, patting her on the head and saying soothing words. Pam's towel had fallen to the floor and she was totally naked, but paid no attention to it in her upset mental condition. Unheeding, she let Anna help her to stretch out on the stained and rumpled bedspread, grateful for the way the other girl was sympathetically stroking her sob-shaken body.

How nice her hands feel, Pam found herself thinking. Her sobs slowly diminished, and she looked up with gratitude at her rediscovered friend.

"You just lie there and relax. You've had one hell of a day," Anna said quietly.

Glad to have someone to depend on after what she had been through, Pam closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the delight of Anna's cool fingers, smoothing her brow. It seemed very natural when those same fingers slipped soothingly down her cheeks and onto her throat and shoulders, kneading away the tension.