William Davis - Blackmailed

… And Carla, who had spiraled upward to the very brink of her orgasm… and hung there for what seemed an eternity, stimulated first by that tormenting feather then by his licking, sucking mouth, was nudged over the edge quickly, into soaring orgasm… a release that shattered her, as she convulsed, again and again, under his plundering assault from the rear. She exploded like a stick of dynamite, with a delayed fuse.

Finally… she was there. She came, screaming, "Oh, my God! IIIII'mmmmm Cuuuuuummmmmmmiiiiiinnngg! Aaaamaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuggggghhhhh!"

Her vision dimmed, hearing blurred, and suddenly she was weak, unable to hold herself up on knees and elbows. She collapsed into a satiated heap on top of Joan, moaning out her exquisite joy, almost unconscious from the intensity of her final release… and, as she collapsed, falling forward to lie prone on top of Joan, Jay's rampaging cock was pulled clear of her still moistly milking cunt, to leave them both frustrated and unsatiated.

Joan groaned, "Oh… p-please… Carla… keep on doing it?"

"God damn!" Jay exploded. "Just when it was getting good!"

Desperately he tried to haul the auburn-haired one's hips back into position, but she was relaxed, dead weight, her body refusing to function. Christ! He had to go on… now, and with Carla out of action, there was only one thing left to do…

Pausing only long enough to roll Carla's sex-satisfied body aside, he crawled up between the softly grinding whiteness of Joan's still widespread thighs and wedged himself down between them.

"Joan, Baby – whoever you are…" he growled, "we're both in the same boat… frustrated as hell… and I'm going to fuck you… right now!"

It was confusing. Things had happened so fast that Joan hadn't time to think about it at all. It just happened… and she let it happen. She didn't object, because it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world.

"Oh, God… yessss!" she gasped, reaching down between them to guide the massively hardened shaft of his cock straight into her searingly aroused cuntal passage.

Flicking his hips, Jay plunged the hardness of his almost bursting cock deep into the moistly clinging depths of her pussy, goring into her with demonic fury… and on the instant, Joan became an adulteress, helpless to change the firm course of events. She could not have denied the demands of her sexually aroused body then… even if she had wanted to do so. Her tensions building during the day, her watching Jay and Carla… followed by the taunting stimulation of Carla's mouth all worked against her… and she was too far gone…

Joan groaned as his throbbingly lust-inflated cock slammed deep into her, the bulbous head pressing waves of her tender vaginal walls ahead of it, until with a sharp smack, his sperm-laden balls slapped up against the nakedness of her trembling upturned buttocks.

Afraid that he had held himself back too long, Jay began to fuck in and out of her hungrily clasping young vaginal sheath with insane, plundering lunges, using all the strength of his body to drive his demanding cock deeper and deeper and faster and faster, while beneath him, Joan, oblivious to all but the ecstatic sensations racing through her, began to match him, lifting her loins up to him in counteringly undulant gyrations.

… and suddenly she was on a run-away escalator that hurtled her upwards toward her orgasm… and she heard herself, chant up into his face, "Fuck me! Hard! Oh, God… fuck me!"

Instinctively, she pulled her thighs back to her chest, until her aching, perspiring breasts were mashed flat, and she felt him bear down hard on her, his torso pressing her legs back even farther. The whole of her now hotly pulsating pussy was offered up to him, allowing him to thrust all the more deeply into her wildly convulsing belly.

Writhing sensuously under him, Joan's head flailed from side to side, as she climaxed in shuddering emotional release, her body seeming to soar into deep space, where for a moment, there was no time or place, only the rapture of completion, the fulfillment of a promise.

"Oooooh… Oooooooooohhhhhh! Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she screamed. "I'm… going… to… cuuuuummmmmmm!"

Several slamming strokes later, Jay's spewing orgasm came to him, his hotly jetting semen racing the full length of his wildly pumping cock to splash deep up into the moist warmth of her involuntarily milking cuntal passage. Then, with a groan, he slumped down on top of her, completely spent… satisfied. "God damn!" he blurted. Two of them! I fucked two women… one after the other!

Beneath him, Joan felt the throbbing lurches of his pumping cock, as her own sexual excitement began slowly to subside… and, then, reality intruded. Suddenly, she realized what had happened. OOooh, my God! I've just cheated on Arnie! It's adultery…! And, I didn't want that… didn't intend to… to…

Tears of remorse began streaming down her eyes. I've got to get out… of here! "Let me up!" she wailed.

Jay complied, rolling away from her to his side, as she quickly scrambled off the bed, pulled her skirt down around her thighs and made for the door.

Raising herself up on an elbow, Carla called after her, "Joan, honey… don't leave, yet… please?"

Her plea fell on deaf ears. Joan was determined to leave. She was already at the front door, when Carla called to her, again, "Will you… come back, Joan?"

The door slammed.

"Joan… who…?" Jay asked. Hell! I never saw her naked!

"I don't know… just Joan…" Carla answered dismally. "She'll probably not… come back, again."

"Do you have a thing with her?"

"We could have… I think!"

He reached out for her to take her into his arms, but she resisted him, saying, "You got all… and more than you came for… so you might as well buzz off, too!"

Jay knew she was right. "Okay…" he agreed.

"Are you a private detective…?"

"Yeah…"

"I hope you drop dead!" she snapped vehemently. "… Because… if they ever find out… you were here…"

"Don't worry… everything you told me is confidential! I'll never tell!" he assured her.

"Oh, God, I hope so! Now, get the hell out of here!"

After Jay had dressed and left her apartment, Carla did some fast, serious thinking. The longer she stayed where she was the greater her danger, for she was sure that the detective's visit and the information he had tortured out of her could very well be her death warrant.

Throwing on a robe, she raced into the living room, picked up the phone and dialed a local travel agency. Quickly, it was settled. She could pick up her airline ticket within the hour and catch her flight to Chicago at six that same evening. Then, she'd catch a quick flight on a feeder line… And, nobody'll be able to find me… on that little farm in Indiana! She hated the idea of living there again, but she knew it would be safe. Maybe, I'll only have to stay there for six months… a year at most!

Hastily, then, she began to pack, making a careful selection of her clothing. She would only take one bag, she decided, because she was just going to disappear… leaving everything just as it was in her apartment. There won't be any suspicion for a couple of days… and that's just enough time… for me to lose myself… in the backwoods…

The telephone rang.

She decided to ignore it. Getting packed and leaving, as soon as she could was more important. Time might be running out on her, and she wasn't taking any chances.

p(line).***

Betty Ballard was worried sick. She had hardly seen her husband for three days. He had come home in the early morning hours, either too tired or too drunk… crawled into bed and gone to sleep, completely ignoring her; then, he was up and gone again, before she could have a chance to talk with him.