Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book I

Cylvia Oliss wasn't quite as thoroughly out of rational control as she was making her hapless woman companion believed. She loved what she was doing – had always reveled in displaying her full, curvaceous body in lewd and debauched ways in front of others – but in spite of the ebullient sensations running rampant through her, one sane portion of her brain kept a close watch on the reactions of her friend, and with the sureness born of experience and cunning, she dropped her hand from Lonnie's shoulder and cupped one of the large, round globes of Roger Carmel's wife. Lonnie shuddered at the alien feel and bit her lower lip hard, and for a moment tried to pull away. But the aching wretchedness inside her spread like wild-fire at the soft touch, draining her of the will to resist. She dropped the booklet on the table with a groan; it stayed open to the evil photo of the two Scandinavian girls frozen in their passionate soixante-neuf position. Cylvia waited until Lonnie had capitulated to the fingers, then she moved her arm and edged up inside Lonnie's thin sweater until once more the hardening flesh and budding nipple of the woman's breast was teased. And all the while she continued to fondle her clitoris and vagina with abandonment.

Cylvia Oliss mewled again as she slid the bra up over the quivering mounds of Lonnie Carmel's breasts, and could hardly restrain herself from ripping off the sweater then and there so she could drink in the loveliness of her friend's full twin mounds. She knew instinctively that they'd be beautiful – almost as magnificent to touch and kiss and view as a man's erected penis. She loved men, was a hedonist when it came to their bodies and genitals, but there were times when the creamy skin and velvety sweetness of another woman was a pleasant variation. Especially of a woman like Lonnie Carmel, who had to be awakened to the full, until now hidden depths of her sexuality. It made it all the more exciting this way.

Lonnie shuddered and almost wept with the tensions which tore through her soul. Cylvia's hand was massaging her breasts – first one, and then the other – into concrete hardness, and she could feel her breath coming in short, labored gasps as she twisted against the cushions and attempted to regain her control and put out the fire that was engulfing her loins unmercifully. Her eyes glazed as she looked at the passion-inciting pictures spread in front of her and then at the lascivious manipulations of her friend's cunt beside her. She heard the lewd and lust-enticing entreaties which Cylvia was now murmuring in her ear – words which she hadn't heard since high school and that were now suddenly exciting as they'd not been then. The trembling, scared housewife pressed her thighs together, pushing her fists into the base of her stomach in one last determined effort to overcome the passions seething inside the cauldren of her body. In her sex and alcohol drugged mind, she knew that she would soon not have any strength to fight off the lust that was tugging at the very core of her quivering being. And she was deathly terrified of the consequences…

Yes; what would be the consequences? What would she do if she was driven to the point where she had to have release? And why was her friend, her very best friend doing this to her? Why was she being driven out of her mind by the twin devils of Cylvia's unrestrained actions and her inner inabilities to control the heathen arousals?

And then Cylvia let her fingers slowly worm their way down the rippling flesh of Lonnie's stomach and over her skirt to her bare legs. The women stroked the upper leg, and tickled the soft flesh of her inner thighs and Lonnie felt her muscles responding with tiny, excited spasms. She desperately tried to wrench herself from the binding forces of her nature, and then as more tantalizing sensations crawled through her belly and swelled her breasts, she found it almost impossible just to sit still.

"No…" she breathed heavily. "You mustn't, Cylvia… you mustn't." But Cylvia was all but insensate form the delirium of her whipping masturbations and the goading of the lovely woman beside her. She wouldn't have stopped for anything, especially for the ever-weakening pleas of the wife she planned to degradate in every way imaginable. This was only the first course… the main meal was yet to be eaten; the thought alone made Cylvia tighten her fingers around Lonnie's unconsciously parting legs.

"Please, Cylvia…" Lonnie was now desperately fighting herself as much as the other woman. "It isn't right. We're two women. It isn't natural."

"Pleasure is the only thing natural," Cylvia replied thickly. "Everything else are artificial restraints. Or don't you like what I'm doing? Tell me you are sick, repulsed, can't bear to see me ever again. Go on, if you're able. Tell me."

Lonnie couldn't say a word, her voice caught in her throat.

"I thought so. You like it as much as I do, and your cunt's so hot right now that you can't stand it." She grazed the soft material of Lonnie's nylon panties and ran a finger along the secretion band, feeling the soft down and rounded protuberance of the woman's vaginal lips. She slid her finger up and down the silken cloth, much in the same manner as she was fingering her own salacious, carniverous pussy. "You like me rubbing your wet cunt. I can tell it. I can feel the stains in your panties from your hot juices, and the way your sweet pussy lips are twitching. Just the same way they twitch when you fingerfuck yourself when Roger's not around."

Lonnie's face grew crimson red. It's true, she thought in utter mortification. Too damned true. Miserably she trembled with the ecstasy from Cylvia's rubbings realizing what this admission meant. All her body would be putty in her friend's perverse hands, to be manipulated by the lewd whims of the woman. She shivered violently and tears ran down unhampered, falling on her wrinkled sweater, but the sensations pervaded deeper and deeper, and now she was writhing on the cushions, her body becoming more abandoned and out of control, and slowly she turned her face toward the head of Cylvia, who was still leaning on her near shoulder. She opened her mouth so that she could breathe better, and tasted the satin skin of her friend's cheek, and sweet desire rippled through her. The sane revulsion of being made love to by another woman became the emotional turmoil of unrequited lust, and nothing else. A thrilling desire to be released from the burning embers of sexual stimulation, to be brought to the crest of completion and know surcease from to torture wracking her genitals and inner womb flooded her tormented body.

Cylvia Oliss smiled triumphantly to herself and kissed Lonnie's small, curvaceous ear tenderly. She sensed that from now on she could do anything she wanted to, and she vowed that for the rest of the time until they went to Club Royale she'd make Lonnie Carmel so hot that she'd offer no resistance to Sam Zeigler when he tried to fuck her. The plan of her husband's was working out perfectly, but her own yearning passion made her aware that she herself wanted to seduce this woman. She was actually enjoying herself.

"You have a wonderful body, Lonnie," she whispered enticingly. "Take your clothes off and we'll both be naked."

Lonnie's mind spiraled with panic. She wasn't being asked – Cylvia was ordering her to remove her clothing! She bit her loiter lip with the anguish that the knew she couldn't resist the command, that her body was going to betray her thoroughly. Slowly she sat up and, crossing her arms, raised her sweater to her neck, baring her swollen breasts to the beady gaze of the woman. Then she slipped the woolly garment off her head and bent forward, unclasping her useless brassiere. Her breath sucked in audibly as the moist hand that had been masturbating Cylvia now caressed her naked breasts, leaving a trail of lubricous juices across her quivering skin. She squirmed as the hand stroked one nipple, making it nearly burst with hardness. A moistness in her vagina from the other hand of her friend softened the already swollen lips of her throbbing cunt.