Paula Kaufman - The blackmailed neighbors

But it's not too late! she thought excitedly. She started back out the door, but quickly got hold of herself. No point in jumping from the frying pan into the fire, she cautioned herself. She found what she hoped was a secure hiding place for her father's letter, and then went to her room and began to paw through the back of a drawer.

She had something there she'd been saving for a showdown with Max!

Pam lay whimpering beneath her husband's frenzied thrusts. It wasn't the pain that brought her tears – that had diminished long ago. It was the despair of finally knowing what kind of man Jack was – a conniving opportunist who would stop short of nothing to further his ambitions – even forcing his wife to become the unwilling mistress of a loathsome old man she despised. That and the humiliation. Pam knew what a spectacle she must make, held down by Max, her buttocks thrust obscenely into the air, her ass-cheeks spread lewdly as Jack repeatedly thrust his big member again and again up into her plundered asshole. Pam considered this moment the low point of her entire life, and the only thing she was happy about was that it wasn't Max pounding his cock into her defenseless rear. That would almost certainly have killed her.

Jack was in a considerably different mood as he fucked wildly into his blonde young wife's forever-stretched rectum. He sank his fingers into the soft elastic flesh of her bulging white ass-cheeks, savoring the sleek feel of her soft tender skin. He knew from the way his cock was growing and the tingling in his tightly drawn ball-sack that he was going to cum soon – going to shoot his hot load up into his whimpering little wife's guts. Things were going to be different from now on, he thought. This proud little bitch was going to lay down and beg for everything she got. She had defied him too long. Feeling ten feet tall, Jack dug his toes into the carpet and launched into the last few strokes that he knew would finally make him pop his nuts.

Pam also realized her husband was about to cum – fill her nether parts with the hot defiling semen she no longer wanted. Knowing she had no choice but to take it, the humiliated young girl determined that she would not give her husband the satisfaction of reacting in any way to what he was doing to her. The pain was no longer a problem – it was more or less gone. But it had been replaced by a strange numbing feeling far up in her plundered body that Pam regretfully had to identify as pleasure – an odd tingling pleasure that seemed to turn her inside out. I could cum this way, she told herself, hut I'll he damned if I will! Glancing over at Max, she saw to her disgust that he had his enormous cock in his hand, enthusiastically pumping it as he held her down with his other hand. Max was enjoying himself in the only way he knew how.

The eyes of the two men met. They stared at one another for a long moment, and then Jack knew it was time. His awesomely swollen cock began to jerk inside Pam's tight rectal passage and he could feel his testicles begin to shudder below, pumping up the hot sperm. Holding tightly to Pam's trapped little ass, he rammed into her for all he was worth, burying his cock to the hilt, flattening her ass-cheeks with his lean hard loins. As his boiling semen gushed up into his cliffs hitherto unused back passage, Jack glanced over at Max and saw that the big man was cumming, too. His thick white cum shot out of the end of his wildly jerking penis and sprayed all over Pam's back, flecking her with its slippery wetness.

Pam felt Jack's semen rifling up into her intestines, and she had to fight her body to keep from moaning aloud in ecstasy as her guts boiled with an obscene passion. I'll have to remember this, she thought bitterly, and try it some day with someone I like. She shuddered as Max's burning load slithered onto her back, and she wished she were able to wipe it away. She hated the man.

Finally the two men were finished, and Jack withdrew his fast shrinking cock from his wife's cum-slippery ass. She straightened up, stiff from being held down for so long, wincing at the double pain from her overused lower parts.

"Christ, that calls for a drink," Max crowed, stuffing his dripping cock back in his pants. He went over to the dresser and picked up a bottle of bourbon that Jack kept there, and was raising it to his lips when the door flew open. Anna was standing in the opening, one hand half-hidden behind her back.

"Had your fun, Max?" she asked in a cold, deadly voice.

"Sure, cunt," Max answered casually. "Why, you want some, too?"

"No, Max. You've had all the fun with me you're going to have." She let a long pregnant pause pass. "I just got a letter from my father… He told me everything." Max's face turned chalk-white, telling Anna everything she wanted to know. But still he tried to bluff it out.

"I'm tired of your wise-ass cracks, cunt," he snarled, taking a menacing step towards her.

"Uh-uh, Max," she said quietly, raising her hand. There was a gun in it.

"Why you stupid hitch," he snarled, taking another step. The gun roared, deafening everyone in the room. The bottle in Max's hand shattered, spraying a fountain of whiskey and broken glass into the air.

"Fucking… shit!" Max moaned, holding his hand, badly cut by the glass. Looking up he saw the murderous look on his former slave's face and began to back away. "Now take it easy, baby," he said nervously, "take it easy."

"I won't kill you, Max, as long as you don't try anything," Anna snarled. "But you and I are going down to the police station. I'm sure they'll want to talk to you… about a little murder."

"No! You can't!" Max cried. "They'll hang me!"

"Twenty years too late," Anna said coldly.

"Wait!" Max pleaded. "Listen to me!" He was nearly groveling. "I'll make it worth your while. I'll give you money!"

"There's not enough money in the world to keep me from seeing you burn, Max," she replied, and Max read his doom in her face.

"Wait!" he said again, making one last try. He fished in his pocket with his good hand and held up a key. "You know that strong box in my room? This is the key to it, and inside there's a hundred thousand bucks in negotiable securities. It could be yours! You want to see me burn that much?"

A thoughtful look came over Anna's face. "A hundred thousand dollars?" she mused. "A person could go a long way on that."

Max tossed the key to her. "It's yours. You turn me in, you'll have to give it to the cops!"

"Okay, Max, you've bought your rotten life," Anna said, keeping a careful eye on Max as she bent over to pick up the key.

Jack and Pam had been watching this startling drama between Anna and Max, their mouths hanging open.

Now Anna turned to Pam. "Get dressed," she ordered. "We're getting out of here."

"But…" Pam started to say.

"But what? You want to stay with that turd?" she jerked her chin at Jack. "I'm going, and I'd sure like to have you along with me." Understanding came into Pam's eyes, and casting one last look at her husband, she began to pull on her clothes.

"That's right," Jack snarled, "go with your lesbian lover. Now I know what kind of woman you are."

"Wouldn't that help your precarious little ego, junior," Anna laughed. "But you should be one of the first men to know that I'm no lesbian, or have you forgotten the other night. Sure, I like to eat a little pussy now and then, but it's men for me, all the way. That's why I'm splitting and that's why I'm taking Pam with me. We're going somewhere far away from you two creeps, where I can show her what real men are like. Where she can forget gutless sadists like you two." Jack flushed, but the gun in her hand kept him silent.

"I'll have to pack," Pam stammered.

"Forget it, Pam," Anna replied. "Max's hundred thousand will buy us everything new from scratch. Just let's march out the door and get started." Then she turned to the two men. "I'm going to bequeath you two to each other," she laughed. "Max has the goods on you at work, and you can have him nailed for murder. Have fun with each other." She backed out the door after Pam.