Paula Kaufman - The blackmailed neighbors

I've been selfish, she thought. I should be willing to pay Anna back for what she's doing to me. But… can l? Pam swallowed nervously as she stared up at the quivering, wet, hair-fringed slit above, and remembered how sickened she had been at the thought of Jack's mouth being pressed to her own seeping cunt. But now she knew how it felt, and that somehow changed things. Surely, the unbelievably good feelings that came from having someone lick and suck at the pussy must make it somehow acceptable! Pam suddenly realized that reason was an ineffective tool in such matters as Anna's lips suddenly closed around her erect little clitoris, sucking hard, and nearly brought her off the bed with delight.

"Oh, Anna," she breathed happily, and without any further hesitation reached up around Anna's expectantly quivering thighs and parted the other woman's thick outer pussy-lips. Glancing quickly up and down the scarlet, dew-drenched slit, Pam picked her target, and drawing Anna's gladly accepting loins down to her, buried her beautiful face deep between her friend's twitching legs, sampling for the first time the rich taste of fully aroused cunt-flesh!

The two women quivered and panted together on the big bed, their bodies a tangle of arms, legs, and obscenely displayed buttocks, their moans bubbling in the depths of one another's hot shuddering pussies, oblivious to everything but the wild delights of fully shared sex, unaware that surprised eyes were observing them through the partially open bedroom window.

It was Max! After he'd come out of the bathroom at home, he'd been surprised to find that Anna was gone. It took him a few minutes, but he soon enough figured out where she must be. Cursing, he crossed the street to Pam's house. I don't want those two cunts to get together and start comparing notes, he thought angrily. His hand was on the front door when he thought he heard strange sounds coming from the side of the house – moans, and choked sobs. Immediately identifying them as the sounds of a woman's sexual reaction, the big man quickly slipped toward a half-opened window and, peering cautiously in, saw Pam and Anna in the middle of their lewd female coupling.

For the love of God… Can you beat that! he thought, gleefully watching the two women twisting together in passion on the bed. Old Max sure can pick em. Those two broads just can't stop! Feeling his cock growing in his pants as he eagerly watched the excitingly lewd scene going on only a few feet away, Max was tempted to break in on the two women and fuck them both, but then he got a better idea. Remembering how Pam had treated him, Max's small pale eyes took on an evil glint as he began to see the possibilities of completely humiliating her.

Leaving the side of the house, Max quickly went in his own front door. He looked up a number in the phone book and dialed, drumming his fingers nervously on the table-top while he listened to it ring.

"Hello," he said when it was finally answered. "Get me Mr. Hollister, please… Jack Hollister." And then a moment later. "Jack? This is your neighbor, Max Flaherty. I think you'd better come home right away… yeah, that's right… I think I got some bad news for you… Yeah… it's your wife."

Pam knew she was going to cum, and thought she recognized the same signs in Anna. The other woman quivered above her, her hot, slick pussy-flesh swelling and tightening under Pam's enthusiastic licking, but excited as she was, Anna never let her own mouth break contact with Pam's needfully spasming little cunt. The young blonde felt the now-familiar pressure building up in her belly, waiting for the final trigger, and Anna supplied it by splaying her tongue out flat and vigorously shaking her head, slithering its moist heat back and forth over Pam's delighted clitoris. Pam's back arched in final release, and wanting to make sure that she didn't shirk her duty to her friend, she gripped Anna's thighs tightly and pressed her mouth to the other woman's juicy snatch, sucking voraciously. As Pam drifted away on the wings of her own orgasm, she felt Anna's cunt begin to shudder and contract rhythmically, and a moment later the older girl's hot pussy-juices came gushing wetly out, to run in a slippery stream down Pam's silky cheeks. The two women writhed and jerked together, moaning out the last of their orgasm, then finally fell into a sodden heap together, both exhausted.

Both were still trying to get their ragged breathing under control, shyly avoiding one another's eyes, when a stentorian roar filled the room.

"What the fuck…?"

Both women jerked erect on the big bed, glancing fearfully toward the figure that stood in the door.

"Jack!" Pam burst out, recognizing her husband. He stood staring at the two nakedly beautiful women, one his wife, one so recently his lover, unable to believe his eyes. And I thought it'd be impossible to get them in the same bed! he thought in stunned shock.

"My God!" he half-shouted. "Now I understand why you never came across with me!"

"W-What do you mean?" Pam asked in a small voice, wondering what the next disaster could be.

"Why… it's obvious!" Jack stammered. "I wanted to make love to you and all the time you were a… LESBIAN!"

"No, Jack… you don't understand it at all," Pam said desperately, knowing how it must look to her pop-eyed young husband as he stood gaping at first her and then Anna.

"She's all right, sonny… you got it all wrong," a heavy male voice boomed, and Max came into the room. "She's one of the hottest pieces of tail I've ever had." It took a moment for the full meaning of his words to sink into Jack's befuddled brain.

"WHAT?" he screamed at his cringing wife. "You mean you…?" He swung toward Max, his hands bunching into fists. Max's answer was simple. He made a grand gesture, linking Jack and Anna. "Tit for tat," he growled.

"Please, Jack," Pam broke in. "I had to do it. He-He had pictures of you and Anna. He was going to show them to J.B." Jack's eyes jerked back to Max, the color draining from his face.

"Is that true?" he asked in a trembling voice. For answer, Max handed him one of the photos.

"I got a lot more at home," he said. Jack stared for several seconds at the lurid picture, then let it drop from his nerveless hand. He stared at his wife, his heart racing, his mind trying to get into gear, but its wheels were spinning. He had walked into an incredible scene, alerted by Max, watching his wife make love to another woman. And then to cap it off, he'd found out she'd been unfaithful with Max. It didn't matter what the reason was. Jack was a very possessive man, and Pam's body was one of his most important possessions, something he was only willing to share on his own terms. His whole being cried out for vengeance against the gleefully grinning Max, but he knew that with the big man holding those pictures of him and Anna, he could ruin him with a word, where it counted most – at work!

Balked of the satisfaction of smashing his fist into Max's leering face, the most natural way to vent his rage, Jack turned his frustration on his nakedly crouching young wife.

"You slut!" he snarled to the surprised girl. "I'll bet it didn't take much convincing for this bastard to get into your smug little pants." Pam's mouth dropped open in shock as she heard her husband's cruel words.

"You were too good to even let J.B. touch you, remember? When my promotion was at stake?"

"Jack!" she said in a hurt voice. "I-I… he made me do it!"

"Sure!" he snapped. "And I suppose you're going to tell me that Anna came in here, knocked you down and raped you!"

"Of course not," Pam said. "That was different. We…"

"Sure," he said bitterly. "It's always different when you're with somebody other than me. Christ, all the times I wanted to eat your cunt, and…"