Paula Kaufman - The blackmailed neighbors

Well, maybe it's better, she thought. Now at least we have something concrete to deal with. As she remembered what had happened, Pam began to get angry.

So he thinks I'm a corpse, she thought bitterly. Just because I don't want to make love the same way he does! With a shudder she thought back to what he had tried to do to her. Ugh! Filthy! Revolting! Disgusting! she thought in revulsion. She knew that what he wanted was wrong… depraved… and how could he insist that she join him in such a disgusting act? She remembered how she had looked up in horror to find his head buried between her thighs and the horrible sounds as he licked and sucked at her violated genitals. And he'd had the gall to shout at her when he was the one who should have been ashamed!

Well, she'd show him! There would be no more sex from her until he begged her pardon!

Pam buried her deeper misgivings under this new resolve, but almost immediately a practical problem arose. What about herself? Wouldn't she be punishing herself, too, if she refused to make love? Despite the limitations on her outward sexual reactions, Pam had grown to love it. Since a year before their marriage, she and Jack had been making love regularly, although it had begun to happen less and less frequently in the last few months. This morning she had been really horny, she admitted to herself, and she was even hornier now, since Jack had cheated her of her orgasm with his disgusting behavior.

"I'll do it myself!" she said aloud with sudden resolution, and then stood, shocked by her own daring. Could she do it? Could she… masturbate? The word frightened her. Wasn't it as bad as what Jack had tried to do to her this morning? Well, maybe not, she thought. After all, Jack puts his finger in me all the time. It's certainly better than… and she shuddered as she thought of someone putting his mouth to a wet, hairy, quivering cunt.

And I can control it myself, Pam continued to think excitedly. I won't expect any more than I have to give! With these last thoughts Pam cut off the debate. She had made up her mind and she would stick by it!

Well, where do we start? she asked herself, and looked apprehensively down to where her tufted blonde pubic hair peeked out from between her thighs. Timidly she reached down with one hand and ran her finger the length of her vaginal slit. She felt an instant spasm of answering pleasure, but at the same time became aware that her pussy was still wet and slippery, not only with her own slick lubricants but also with Jack's saliva.

"Ugh," she said to herself and decided the first thing she would do was take a bath. Half-prude, half-libertine, the young housewife slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom. When she saw her husband's shaving equipment spread haphazardly over the sink where he had left it in his haste, she had to stifle a sob. But she vowed to go ahead with her plan, being far too young and headstrong to make the attempt to meet Jack half-way. She knew that she was right in her belief that certain kinds of sex were inexcusably wrong and there was no way she could coerce her mind into accepting them. She would persevere.

Pam ran a tub full of water, carefully keeping her mind away from what had happened this morning and what she intended to do. As soon as she got out of the bath she would… There were no clear pictures in her mind of how one masturbated, but she would learn, and… a look of hope came over her face.

Maybe she could teach herself to be more like Jack wanted. Less like a corpse.

Now that she had removed her aims further from the dangerous realms of self-gratification, the young blonde felt more at ease with her earlier decision. Yes, she would teach herself, learn to be less inhibited. Maybe by herself, with no one else involved, it would be easier.

Slipping into the water, Pam gratefully lay back and relaxed. How good the water feels, she thought. How sensuous. Letting the water lull her tensions, Pam gradually made herself become aware of her body. Her skin was warm, all except the tips of her breasts which jutted up above the water's surface. Without thinking, she blew on her nipples and the little pink buds instantly began to harden under the rush of cool air.

"Mmmm," Pam sighed and shivered with delight. Instantly her hands reached up and began to stroke her own breasts, paying particular attention to the quiveringly erect nipples, tweaking and rolling their pink hardness between her thumbs and forefingers. Pam found her eyes closing automatically and forced them back open, so she could see herself touching her own body. Totally absorbed in what she was doing, she forgot to be self-conscious, and found that watching what was happening added to her excitement.

As she stroked her breasts, her legs began to move in sympathy, writhing slowly under the water as the dreamy eyed young girl rubbed delight into her passionately swelling twin mounds. Slightly out of breath now, Pam began to rub her thighs together, trying to put pressure on her hidden pussy. But she kept slipping further down in the tub, and had to take her hands from her breasts to prop herself back up again.

Shall I do it now? she asked herself breathlessly. One hand was under the water, trailing undecidedly over her water-slippery thigh, only inches away from where her cunt wavered and shimmered through the shifting water.

With a groan of decision, Pam lay back in the tub, her head propped up on the edge. Parting her long, graceful legs, she eagerly ran one hand down the silky inside of one thigh until it was groping at the edge of her pussy. Holding her breath, Pam gently inserted the tip of one finger up into her waiting hungry slit and sought out her tiny clitoral button. She pressed hard.

Pam's head thudded back against the edge of the tub as a hot wave of lust shot through her loins, switched on by her probing finger. Her mouth opened, gasping for more air and for a moment Pam was unable to move, amazed at the intensity of the feeling she could wring from her own body.

Why? she thought in confusion. Why is it so much stronger now? Anticipating her own reactions, Pam was able to short-circuit the automatic defenses that had always protected her from reacting too much to her husband's touch. Trusting herself, knowing that the whole operation was safe, under her own control, Pam continued to titillate her throbbingly erect clitoris, fingering delight into her body. She continued to lie back, her only outward reaction, sudden tremors convulsing her muscles from time to time when she touched a particularly sensitive place.

She knew she could cum this way, just from her clitoris, but this, her first time, Pam wanted to feel her fingers in her vagina. Regretfully pulling her hand away from her almost painfully erect clitoris, Pam sought out her vaginal opening, clumsily at first, having trouble working her finger inside because the bath water was washing away her lubricating oils as fast as they collected. Finally she had her finger up inside, exploring her own inner terrain, fascinated by the muscular resilience of her vaginal passage. She tried to move her finger in and out, the way Jack's cock did, but it was hard for her to get the rhythm. Each time she tried, the answering ecstasy in her stretched pussy so confused and weakened her that she had to stop and catch her breath.

And she began to wonder if she would be able to satisfy herself. Compared to Jack's thick cock, her finger was ridiculously small and thin. She wormed in another finger and the added thickness stretched the vaginal opening gratifyingly, but try as she might, they were lust too short to reach far enough inside. The frustrated young wife was just about to admit defeat and go back go to pummeling her patiently waiting clitoris, when her eyes lit up.

Hanging from a bracket on the wall above the tub was some special soap that Jack used. It came on a stick – a long lumpy cylinder of smooth soap that looked for all the world like a battered penis.