Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book I

"Ohhhhh," cried Cylvia in a muffled voice. "That's it, that's it! Faster! Faster!"

Lonnie sucked hungrily, teasing the woman's little clitoris as Cylvia was doing to her own, and she was salivating as never before as she tongued and kissed and sucked the pink, trembling flesh. And all the while Cylvia was busy with the fleshy confines of her wet, side-turned pussy. Her insides were about to explode and she thrust harder and harder, every inch of her on fire. She felt herself cumming…

The walls of her vagina grasped at Cylvia's tongue and her clitoris quivered for the driving lips and teeth. The muscles in her abdomen writhed against the torture of her untamed fury and she checked and gasped as she strove to bring her friend to the same completion she was nearing. Finally with an animal-like howl, her body shuddered and she jerked against the face of Cylvia Oliss as wild orgasmic juices poured forth from her hotly pulsating vaginal mouth.

Cylvia felt Lonnie explode, and then her own orgasm hit, taking hold of her body and sending it surging again the bobbing face of her girlfriend, pushing it crazily for longer, hotter mouthings as she crooned out her release.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned, and she was joined in her cry by Lonnie's: "Ahhhhhhh!" for Lonnie spawned and screamed with pleasure, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead. And then the two women fell limp, their climaxes, like giant crushing machines, leaving them both stupified with satiation. They lay like that, their faces cradled between each other's open thighs, for a long while until strength returned.

Lonnie lay still, and as sanity seeped through the blinding passion of her brain, she experienced a rising tide of guilt. It had felt so good, she couldn't deny that… and yet it was bad. What if Roger or Jennifer ever found out what she'd allowed – no, had actually participated in? She'd die. A low whimper of regret passed through her as she opened her eyes. She stared at the beautiful body before her, at the rounded hips and the blonde triangle of pubic hair, still matted with saliva and Cylvia's lubrications. She ran her tongue nervously over her lips, tasting again the female piquance of her friend's vagina, and had the sinking feeling that this wasn't going to end here. That as much as she loathed herself for doing this, she would fall prey to her staggering emotions time and time again, whenever her female companion wanted. For something had been released inside her, a trigger had been pulled, and she had to confess to herself, if not to Cylvia, that she had passed over that line between control and hedonism, and would never be safe from doing it again.

She'd try – oh God, would she try; for her family, for her marriage, for herself. But once the frailties of the flesh have been exposed, it's a barring knowledge, and one which cannot be covered again and forgotten. Lonnie Carmel could never trust her body again, could never take pride in her aloof stand above the vagarities of human response. And then a more terrible assertion came to her – did she really want to?

Yes… yes, she did. She must not repeat this! She must find the power to combat her infirmeries… she must, somehow.

"I thought you'd like that, once you let your hair down, Lonnie," Cylvia said, purring as she stirred from her prone position. "We'll have to do this more often, I can see that."

The very lewdness of the remark smashed that last remnants of the wife's pride. Tearfully, she whimpered, "Please, Cylvia. No more. Not now. Jennifer might come home." Anything – any excuse to delay a second debacle, a repeat which she could so easily find herself doing, for her body was not satiated but only temporarily stilled – and a repeat of the same lewd act would certify her worst inner fears.

Cylvia, standing, fluffed her hair and smiled down upon the tormented lusciousness of her friend's naked form. "No, your daughter won't be coming home for quite awhile," she said. "She'll be at that party for many hours, I'm sure." She knew full well that Jennifer was right at that moment being seduced with the same practiced ease with which she had just seduced her friend. "Don't worry about her, Lonnie." She had the urge to laugh then, for Lonnie looked so shamed and yet so very hot.

"Listen, Lonnie," the evil woman said in a condescending tone, "I know you're feeling awfully bad about what we did just now, but believe me, it's only because it's new to you."

"I… I don't wish to discuss it." Lonnie turned her head away.

Cylvia was too clever to let the reaction of self-incrimination steal the pleasure and satisfaction from Lonnie's guilty mind. The body she had just conquered would be a slave to sexual license from now on – but she had to make sure that Lonnie openly went along with her body, for only then could full enjoyment be realized – and her hopes for another member to their swap club be added. Her husband may have his motives – but Cylvia had her own as well. She didn't deceive herself into thinking the could do it all at once, of course – there had to be reinforcements, and soon; Zeigler would see to that – but the seeds for the change in mind and soul had to be started now, while the body still emanated its signals of satiation and smug satisfaction.

Mrs. Oliss looked down on the hapless, despondent wife. "No, I must say this, as one friend to another. What we did – what millions of normal assenting adults do every day, is nothing but good, clean fun which adds novelty and a lovely experience to your life. You did enjoy it, didn't you?"

There was a long silence, and then the tearful admittance from Lonnie: "Y-yes, I did."

"You see? You haven't dulled your love for Roger; all you did was have a fulfilling sexual experience, and we became all the closer for it. What could be more natural than that?" Cylvia Oliss sat down, her naked hips touching the still warm and palpitating stomach of the distraught young wife. She stroked Lonnie's side tenderly. "What we did was an embellishment, nothing more. I bet that when Roger comes home, you'll be more passionate and ardent a lover than before, because you'll be proving to him that sex is better with him than any other way. And of course it is; it always is."

Lonnie moaned and tried to clear her head, to think straight about what had happened and her friend's interpretation of it. But the liquor and the shock of her body's betrayal had dulled her brain to the point of utter confusion. She battled with her life-time of moral concepts – it was wrong, so wrong… or was it? How could anything that had been so pleasurable be wrong? Was it just her puritanical prejudices damning her, and not the reaction to inhuman demands? She couldn't make up her mind… so much had happened in so short a time… she was miserably confused.

Cylvia chuckled, knowing the seed had been planted, and decided not to press the issue further for fear of overdoing it. She said: "Come on, it's time for that dinner. I'm starved now!"

"Oh, Cylvia, I couldn't!" Lonnie wailed.

"Of course you can. It'll give you a chance to calm down and think rationally and a breath of fresh air besides. It's about time you got some food in that belly of yours, anyway. Whoo-eh! The liquor hit us both pretty hard."

There was truth in that, Lonnie admitted to herself ruefully. She staggered to her bare feet, and stood nude beside the woman who'd just made love to her. She blushed at her nakedness. "I'll leave a note for Jennifer, just in case she comes home early."

"A fine idea," Cylvia said. "Now go in and put the sexiest dress you've got on. Something really scandalous. And then we'll go out and have some fun."

Lonnie nodded numbly and started for her bedroom.

"And for God's sakes take that look off your face," Cylvia called after her. "You act as if there's a neon sign in your forehead telling the world you and I were on the couch together." She laughed. "Hell, it's just another intimate secret between us, Lonnie, just like all the others. Trust me."