William Davis - Blackmailed

Now, their avidly hungry mouths were welded together in a mutual, deep kiss, as tongues darted in and out, tastingly, and their hands began to explore, caressingly: Carla with sure knowledge… and Joan with the timid sense of a neophyte. All the while, the fires of sensuality in their loins raged into uncontrollable, licking flames of desire. Joan moaned in helplessness. There was nothing more she could do to stop it, now… but desperately, she broke the deep, soul kiss.

"I've… n-never… cheated on my h-husband…" she murmured, trying to make one last, feeble protest.

"But… I'd bet he's cheated on you!" Carla grated, vehemently. "Most men do… sooner or later… and they sure as hell don't think about you… when they're shoving a hard cock… between another woman's legs!"

Carla's language jolted her, again, and she recoiled. That was the main reason she'd changed her mind and flew out to Los Angeles, from Omaha… after Arnie had canceled his own flight home. The fight was over. He had won it… and he was free on the town. Did he find another woman… and take her to bed…? Oh, I-I'll newer know…!

"… But it's almost… the s-same…"

"It's not the same!" Carla shot out. "This is woman-woman love!"

"I'll change… somehow… and he'll…"

"No! You can swing both ways… just like I do… only I get more kicks when I'm with another woman!"

"You mean…?"

"He'll never know, darling… It'll be our secret!"

Almost savagely, Carla recaptured Joan's lips, her voracious mouth devouring the sweetness of them, while below, she thrust her own, white, curvaceous thigh up between the trembling, tapering columns of the black-haired beauty she had entrapped, spreading them apart and insinuating her loins in close until the two soft pubic mounds met, Carla's auburn-haired one grinding in against the curling darkness of Joan's with wildly excited abandon.

Reaching over her, Carla pulled the full orbs of Joan's buttocks in tight to her, then that same hand, trailed downward in the soft crevice, going in the back way, to find the moist pinkness of her vaginal opening. She paused there, slipping a tiny finger into the bedewed vestibule to moisten it before it moved onward to find her sensitively erect clitoris. She found it hard, throbbingly sensate, and with a woman's sure knowledge, rubbed it caressingly… and ever so gently. She smiled with lewd satisfaction, as she felt the convulsive shock in the other woman's body.

Then, Joan was aware that Carla, her woman-lover, was slithering down her body, while at the same time, gently rolling her over to her back, splaying out her legs with her thigh, her mouth working, hungrily on her aching breasts, kissing and sucking, moving the hardened nipples in and out of her mouth in quick tempo, as she maintained a constant sucking pressure. Arcing sensations grounded in her loins, as Carla's hands, too, kneaded and massaged at her curvaceous softness. Dimly, Joan remembered that all of this was wrong… forbidden, but as her sensation-tortured nerve endings responded to the auburn-haired woman who was seducing her, she found it difficult to know why it was forbidden. She was filled with the most exquisite ecstasy she had ever known. Never had it ever been like this… with her husband, Arnie!

Uncontrollably, Joan's hips began to undulate in tiny, grinding circles under her, as the delightfully erotic sensations keened, surgingly, through her, and she knew that it was the end of her resistance. Carla could do anything with her, now…

"OOoohh…" she moaned, helplessly. "Oh… Goddddd!"

Carla's hungrily teasing lips began moving down, now, moistly, through the defile, between the soft mounds of her breasts, over her ribs, her flat belly, the agile, taunting tongue pausing to swirl in and out of her navel… and then Joan felt her thighs being spread apart, by gentle female hands, to expose the palpitating flesh of her cuntal furrow to the other woman's salacious gaze.

Crawling between Joan's legs, Carla's hands kneaded the satiny flesh of her inner thighs, her mouth following… ever downward… and Joan moaned with excited anticipation, as she divined what was coming next.

Closer, Carla's mouth worked toward the pulsating hungering portal of her cunt… and just before the other woman's soft mouth gained her exciting goal, Joan had a disquieting thought. Somehow… she knew, in the instant that Carla's mouth made electrifying contact with her pulsing, cuntal flesh, she would be changed… just as she had been changed, when she had given up her virginity. Weren't lesbians different… somehow, from other women?

Now, suddenly, it was there! That tantalizing, licking, lovely and soul-destroying tongue was there… teasing at her sensitive clitoris, and sending ecstatic sensations of sexual pleasure to her brain… and wildly stimulated body.

… And then, as Carla's tongue danced little pirouettes on the palpitating bud, then shifted, after a moment or two to dart, sinuously, into the liquid, coralline portal of her cuntal passage, Joan knew that there was nothing else like it in this world. It was a rhapsody of carnal sensation… but her taboo-instilled mind would not let go, even as her body responded, her hips gyrating up to Carla's mouth in mute supplication… wanting more of it… more of everything.

"Oh, God… Carla! N-No! Noooooo!"

Pausing for a moment, Carla took her mouth away, long enough to say, "It's yes… Baby… and you know it! Relax and enjoy it… all the way!"

"… B-But… it's… d-dirty…!" Joan wailed in anguish.

"And, you've loved every minute of it… haven't you?" Carla countered and, her head sank down between Joan's trembling, alabaster-white thighs to the sensate, pink flesh of her involuntarily pulsing cunt, her tongue plunging deep into the liquid depths of her lust-incited pussy.

She thrust her tongue in and out in flicking, measured tempo, matching the rhythm that Joan's grinding hips had already set, fucking in and out… almost like a man's ravaging cock.

Beneath Carla's teasingly educated tongue, Joan, unable any longer to control her body… or think a rational thought, knew that it was true! She had loved every minute of her seduction by the lovely, auburn-tressed Carla. God! She had to have it now… had to have that marvelous tongue doing those wonderful things to her… licking and sucking at her tremulant, sensation-seared cunt!

Throwing all caution to the winds, conscious only of the arcing, high-voltage flash of desire that burned, sparkingly, in her naked, now upturned loins, Joan cried out, in anguished desperation, "Oh, Ooooh… Oooooohhh, yesssss! Carla… yes! M-Make me c-cum…!"

Carla's mouth stopped, and Joan heard her muffled voice ask, "You want me… to keep on… like this… until you cum?"

"Y-Yes!" Joan gasped. "Oh, yesssssssss!"

"Let's go that one better, Baby Doll! I'm hot, too… you know… so let's make it… together!"

"Wh-What do you… m-mean…?" Joan was desperate, her hips undulating up to find Carla's mouth, again.

"Do each other… at the same time!"

"H-How…?"

"You just do the same thing to me… that I've been doing to you!"

"… But I've n-never…!" Joan cried.

"Now's the time to learn, then!" Carla told her, firmly.

Quickly Carla reversed her position. Her lovely, tapering thighs straddled Joan's face, while her own head was poised over the darkly curling down at the cusp of her thighs.

Startled, Joan looked straight up into the moistly pink flesh of Carla's cuntal furrow, softly and sparsely ringed by her auburn pubic hair, where it hung, tauntingly only inches above her sensuous lips. Suddenly, it was clear to her what she must do… if she were to cum to her rapturous orgasm that beckoned her, just out of reach.