William Davis - Blackmailed

Seeing her shocked surprise, Carla went on, "I was married… once… when I was seventeen… too damned young… to know what was going on! All men are alike… I think… All they want to do is screw! Climb on top of you… shove a hard cock between your legs… ramming it into your cunt… whether you're ready or not… and not giving a damn whether you want it! All they care about is their own precious, male egos… thinking once they're married… that they own you…! Then… they'll just fuck you… shoot their load into you… and if you cum… it's good… but if you don't… Well, tough titty! Then… you're left to worry… about pregnancy… and not cumming… while the big, selfish son-of-a-bitch… goes to sleep… leaving you with nothing but a sore cunt… and the possibility of getting caught with a baby! And, all the time… what you really wanted was some real loving… not just fucking! There's a difference… and they're not very many men… who know how to love a woman!" It was a long tirade that Carla spat out in her hate and frustration, her vengefulness contorting her beautiful face as she spoke.

Somehow, Joan knew that she was facing a truth. She could have recited the same story… without the obscenities coloring it. There was an exception: she had tried to learn to respond to Arnie… and thought she was working toward a good sex life with him… when he was home. But God… he's home so seldom…! Always going off to train somewhere… for a fight… leaving me alone… almost half the time!

A flash of insight, the germ of an idea, began to ricochet around inside her skull. Maybe there was a partial answer, here… to the loneliness she experienced, when Arnie was in training camp. She rejected the borning idea almost as soon as it materialized in her mind and became words. No! God… Wh-What am I thinking about…? Take a woman… l-lover… when Arnie's gone…!? No! No! Nooooo!

There was that moist warmth between her legs, the tremulant, keening sensations that were racing through her… and she didn't want it.

Struggling to her feet, she swayed, dizzily, finding her legs shaky, almost unable to support her weight. She had to leave… get away from Carla… before…

Soft, female arms were around her, supporting her… and leading her somewhere. Where? She was in a bedroom… being helped onto the bed… and Carla's voice came to her, soothingly, through the pounding in her head.

"Everything's going to be all right… Baby…" Carla crooned. "You'll see… It'll be out of this world… for you…"

Looking down at the lovely woman on her bed, Carla Reynolds knew that it was time, now, to make it with the confused girl… give her something she'd remember. Hell… she doesn't know… what she wants… at this point! It had been easier than she'd thought… to get Joan into bed. Of course, the drinks helped… She smiled to herself. But, maybe she was ready for it… and didn't know it! Like… maybe… it was lucky for her that I came along… and just sort of nudged her over the brink… It seemed to her that Joan was hotter… more ready and more receptive than any woman she had ever seduced.

Not hurrying, Carla stood up and began to take off her clothes, posing provocatively, seductively, as she did so… knowing that Joan couldn't help but watch. She was a practiced expert…

Fascinated, in fact… almost hypnotized, Joan Pearson watched the other woman strip off her encumbering garments, to reveal the loveliness of her soft, clear-skinned body… the voluptuousness of her curvaceously delicate figure, and she wondered… even as she watched, with a feeling of revulsion for what she knew would soon follow… wondered what it would feel like to have another woman's body in intimate contact with her own. How… would it be…?

Then, standing naked, there, beside the bed, Carla allowed her hands to roam over her own body, reassuringly, cupping up her luscious, full breasts, caressingly, rolling the delicate, pink nipples to spiky erection; finally, a hand slid down across the flatness of her smooth white belly to the triangle of her pubic mound, lightly covered with curling, auburn hair that gleamed like polished bronze, where she slipped a finger into the moist pinkness of her woman's slit to tease at her own erectly alert clitoris. She shivered, erotically, with the wild sensations her own finger caused.

"OOooh… that's soooo nice…" she breathed. "Have you… ever done that… to yourself… darling…?"

Mutely, Joan affirmed it with a little wag of her head.

Sidling onto the bed, beside her, Carla ran her hands over Joan's softly rounded body, her warm hands sending tiny thrills coursing through her.

"Now… let's get you stripped, too…" Carla cooed, beginning already to unbutton buttons.

Not understanding why, Joan allowed herself, dazedly, to be disrobed… even helping a little… until she, too lay on the bed stark naked.

"Oh… lovely…" Carla breathed, stretching out beside the black-haired beauty of Joan's equally luscious body, her hands going out to caress and fondle a full-orbed breast and reveling in the smooth pliancy of the soft, silky skin. Deftly, she teased a cameo-pink nipple into erect hardness, her mouth following to suck and nibble while her hand taunted at the opposite one.

It all felt so good. The first electric contact of Carla's hands made her all shivery, the tingling sensations almost more than she could stand… and she knew, then… that there would be no retreat… no running away from it. She had to know… and experience, because now… she wanted more than anything else in the world; indeed she had passed beyond wanting… to needing.

Once again, her mind, dictator-like, tried to haul in a close rein on her sensation-filled body, telling her to deny this forbidden experience. It's unnatural… perverted…!

"Oh, God… Carla… I-I can't! I just… c-can't!" she strangled out.

"Yes… you can!" Carla's voice was low, intense. "Let me teach you… Just relax… and let me show you how…"

Turning Joan to face her, on the bed, the more experienced Carla clamped her body to the other woman's, mashing their breasts together, her mouth seeking and finding her lipstick-smeared lips and pressing her own sensuous mouth against them in a gentle, non-demanding kiss. She tasted the salt of Joan's tears… and knew what it was the other woman was feeling, remembering the first time she, herself, had lain in another woman's arms.

Gradually, Joan relaxed against her, her arms going out to Carla, and their kiss was fired with passion. Carla's tongue snaked out, slowly, to run in sensuous, little circles, rimming her lips with sensation-producing lubricity. Busily, then her hands teased and taunted the other's curvaceous body, caressing, fondling, smoothing and massaging, swarming over her voluptuous contours, like a swarm of hungry insects, her own great need welling up in her, uncontrollably… But, she held back, not wanting to do anything that would disturb Joan. Don't rush it… damn it! Get her worked up… to the point… where she'll be climbing the walls for it…!

More and more, Joan began to respond to Carla. There was an unaccountable thrill that she began to feel… an intensely erotic feeling that was being generated in her by the soft femaleness of her seducer's lovely body. Shyly, she rubbed her hands down Carla's smooth back and over the soft fullness of her buttocks. It was like caressing herself!

Pulling away, slightly, she had a distinct urge to touch Carla's breasts. Her hand came up between them, and she cupped the other's velvet-skinned titty, caressingly, feeling it's softly resilient mound… that was so much like her own. She felt the coned out nipple, hard in the palm of her hand; then… Carla sighed, shudderingly, and she realized that she had been the cause of it.