"The Blackmailed Neighbors" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kaufman Paula)

J.B.?"

Jack turned sharply, trying to make out the expression on Pam's face.

Was there contempt there? What kind of questions were these, from a wife?

"Look, baby, I don't make the rules. It just happens to be the only game in town, and if we want to live a decent life, we have to play it!"

"Look out!" Pam said apprehensively.

Jack jerked the wheel to one side just in time to miss an oncoming car.

The angry wail of a horn faded away behind them. Jack muttered a curse and stared bleakly out the windshield. Why, on a night as important as this one, did Pam have to start being difficult? She'd been a stranger ever since they moved into the new house. He supposed it had something to do with that miserable scene the other morning. They hadn't made love since then. On top of everything else, I'm as horny as hell, Jack thought with irritation. Cut off at home, he'd been trying to get Anna to go out to dinner with him, hinting broadly at a long evening together, but she'd kept putting him off. All day long he had to look hungrily at her fabulous body around the office without getting a chance to touch her.

"Okay, look, honey," he said wearily. "All I can say is that a lot hangs on tonight, so try and be nice to J.B. He likes you."

Pam repressed a slight shudder. She'd only met her husband's boss a couple of times before, and the way he stared at her body made her flesh crawl. He looks so mock like a dried-up monkey, she thought, hardly daring to imagine what he would look like naked. He quite obviously liked to imagine what she would look like naked!

The party was being held at the huge, rambling house that J.B. had inherited from a relative. There was a rumor that the old man had gotten the relative over a barrel in a financial deal and then squeezed the property out of him. It was in character, but no one knew for sure.

The house was dark and gloomy, as if it had been designed to suit its present owner. But it had a huge drawing room, which could easily hold all the office staff. Jack pulled up into the broad driveway and parked. There were already several cars there.

When he and Pam went in, the first person he saw was Anna. He had known she was going to be there, but it was still a slight shock to suddenly have her in the same room as his wife. For the past few days he'd been thinking of her as part of a personal world, secret from Pam. He was still a little embarrassed to see Pam's face light up when she saw Anna. Did his wife know he intended to make love to her friend?

The three of them went the rest of the way in together, the two women talking animatedly while Jack plodded silently beside them, apparently all but forgotten. How come they like each other so much? he asked himself. They should be deadly enemies. They were still together when J.B. came into the room. The little man's eyes glittered with interest as he stared at the two lovely women with Jack. He actually licked his lips before walking, in his nervous jerky way, up to them.

"Well, Hollister," he said in his raspy voice, "I see you're enriching our party in the most delightful way." He was so short that he seemed to be staring straight into Pam's lush rounded breasts. In fact, for several seconds he didn't take his eyes from their enticing contours.

Pam started to blush and in a moment her face was bright red.

"And who are you?" he asked Anna, switching his pop-eyed stare to her breasts which, if anything, were even slightly larger than Pam's "I work for you," she said.

"Oh, indeed!" J.B. cast an inquiring glance at Jack. It was his turn to blush. For the past few days he had been careful to keep Anna out of the old man's way. He still wanted to get to her first.

"This is Anna Collins, J.B. She just started a couple of days ago."

"Well, well, a successful attempt to make the office a more beautiful place," the old man beamed, not aware of Anna's annoyed reaction.

Hey, you old bastard! she thought. I'm not a piece of furniture. I'm a woman, a person! But on the surface she smiled. Play the game, she told herself. Play it all the way.

"Hollister," J.B. said, putting one arm around Jack's shoulder, and at the same time taking the liberty to do the same with Pam, he started to walk them toward a table loaded with a glittering array of bottles and glasses. Despite his tightness, the old man loved good liquor and never stinted in that department. "Hollister," he said again. "I like you.

You have a great future with our company." Jack felt his heart begin to hammer. Was this going to lee it? he wondered. Was J.B. going to make the announcement now that he was to be the new vice-president?

But it wasn't going to be that easy. J.B. went on talking in the same general vein, but saying nothing definite. His arm around Pam's shoulder had slipped down to her waist, and his hand was comfortably near the base of her breast. She wiggled nervously. J.B. kept casting glances over toward Anna, as if he wished he had an extra arm for her, too. She stood, a few feet away, watching the clumsily joined trio, an enigmatic half-smile on her lovely face.

Pam had a chance to free herself from J.B.'s unwanted embrace when he offered to make them some drinks. She shuddered, feeling as if a toad had been crawling on her body where J.B. had touched her. Her dress was low in the back and his clammy, bony hand had trailed across her bare flesh. When J.B. came up to her again, she deftly moved away when he once again tried to touch her. His narrow sunken face clouded, but he quickly regained control. Stiffly, he turned around and began to talk to Anna.

"For God's sake!" Jack whispered to Pam, dragging her out of earshot of the boss. "Can't you be a little friendlier with J.B.? He's trying to be nice to you." Pam listened in open-mouthed wonder to her husband's words.

"You mean you want…?" she spluttered, but Jack shushed her as J.B. came up to them.

"You certainly make a lovely couple," he said with one of his humorless smiles. "I haven't had much of a chance to get to know your wife, Hollister, but I think that's a situation that will soon be remedied. I have plans for you, my boy. Plans that will demand that we see a lot more of one another socially." He paused to see if his words had taken effect. They had. Jack's face was tense with strain, waiting for the magic words that would give him what he wanted most. He was quite willing at that moment to offer J.B. the use of his wife for the night, if the old man had asked.

He'd do anything to be vice-president!

Slowly J.B. began to insinuate himself around Pam again. The more he drank the bolder he became, until even Jack became a little embarrassed. The old man was no longer paying much attention to Anna.

Apparently, realizing that she was an employee, he felt she would always be there for the asking. It was Pam who mattered to him now, and perhaps part of her attraction to him was that the winning of her would involve an exercise in pure naked power. He secretly disliked the tall, athletic, handsome Jack and delighted in using the promise of the vicepresidency as a lever to take the other man's beautiful, eminently desirable wife.

Pam eventually had to use the only excuse she could--a trip to the powder room--to escape J.B.'s ever-present grasp.

"Jack!" she said, gripping his arm tightly when she came back into the room, before J.B. could corner her again. "I can't stand any more of this! If you don't tell that horrible old man to leave me alone, then I will!"

Jack's handsome young face paled. "For Christ's sake, you can't do that!" he exclaimed in a strained whisper. "That would be the end for me!"

Tears started in Pam's eyes as she heard her husband's selfish unfeeling words. But she instantly calmed herself. "Very well," she said coldly. "But there's nothing to stop me from being sick. You know how weak we women are. I'm going home with a headache. Give me the keys to the car."

Jack wanted to argue with her--make her stay and butter up J.B. some more, but he detected the edges of hysteria in Pam's icy manner and was mortally afraid of a scene. Then, suddenly, he asked her to take a taxicab home, and went with her to the boss while she made her excuse.

J.B. was obviously annoyed to be losing his prey, but not as much as Jack had feared. The old bastard must have about burnt out his libido by now, pawing over Pam, he thought bitterly. Why does life Agate to he so hard?

"I want to talk to you, my boy," J.B. said when Pam had left. He led Jack into the library. "I was going to make the announcement tonight that would make you vice-president," he said bluntly, "but I don't think the timing is quite right… yet." He looked at Jack suggestively. "I feel that a man's wife is an important adjunct to his career, and I realized tonight that I don't know yours very well." He paused. "That must be remedied."

Jack swallowed painfully. So near and yet so far, he thought sadly. It only Pam had been a little more… accommodating! "Anything you say," he said aloud.

"Wives often… hide their real natures in front of their husbands,"

J.B. went on. "I feel it would be… a valuable experience if… Mrs.

Hollister and I could have a… private meeting. Could you arrange that?"

You rotten shit! Jack's mind screamed. You want to fuck my wife in exchange for the vice-presidency but don't have the guts to come out and say it! Jack felt a rush of loathing come over him and for a moment he was afraid he was going to pass out. I should tell him to shove the company and everything else up his ass! he thought wildly. But he knew J.B. would never ruffle a feather. He would just simply give him his notice and it would have all vanished like smoke--the vice-presidency, the job, security, the good life--all out the window because of his wife's goddamned sacrosanct pussy!

"I'll see what I can set up, J.B.," he said, his face expressionless.

"You do that, my boy, and then perhaps I'll have some good news for you."

There it was, clear as crystal… the vice-presidency for his wife's body. And he knew he'd make the trade… if he could find some way to make Pam see the light.

The rest of the evening was a haze for Jack. Perhaps to torment him, J.B. spent most of his time talking to Harry Steers. Trying to rub it in, Jack thought bitterly. But there was no real danger from that direction now that he knew what the old lecher was after. Harry's wife was as ugly as a mud fence. Left to himself, Jack began to get very drunk. He was propping up the mantelpiece with one shoulder, a large drink gripped tightly in one fist, staring moodily out a window into the black night, when he sensed someone at his elbow.

"I thought you'd forgotten all about me," a soft voice said into his ear.

It was Anna!

She had watched the whole scenario between Pam, Jack and J.B. Anna was far too experienced in the grubby ways of the world to be horrified by the little drama, but she couldn't help feeling a sharp pang of sympathy for Pam. Her encounter with the younger woman tonight had intensified her liking for her. There goes me five or six years ago, she thought bitterly, remembering her own confusing marriage. And now, what am I going to do but stick another knife in her by seducing her husband! Actually, she should thank me. Turning on her most seductive manner, she determined to make a good job of it.

"Sorry," Jack said, his voice thick from the alcohol. "Got a lot on my mind tonight."

"At a party? Let me see if I can do something about that." She was standing close, and Jack slowly became aware that one of her large lush breasts was pressing against his arm. He could feel the warm, billowy softness of it through her dress. Jack's body stiffened as he remembered how he had wanted to fuck Anna for days now, and had been frustrated in his intentions time after time. What about tonight? Pam had gone home. He was on his own, not expected home for hours, and Anna was sounding very friendly.

Experimenting, he moved his arm, dragging it a few inches across Anna's tantalizingly soft tit, wondering if it was an accident it was so near, giving her every chance to pull away.

She didn't. If anything, she moved closer, so that now both her large cushiony mounds were in contact with his benumbed arm.

By God! she wants to get fucked! Jack realized instantly. Anna's face was only inches from his own, and her large brown eyes burned into his in unmistakable invitation.

"This party bores me," she murmured into his ear. "Let's go someplace where we can be alone." There it was, out in the open! It was now or never!

"Where's your coat?" he asked, having trouble with his words. While she went to get it, Jack made his excuses to the boss, telling him he had promised to get Miss Collins home early. The little man looked at him strangely, but said nothing, apparently content to await the day when Jack would deliver his wife to him on a platter.

Once out into the cool night air, Jack's head began to clear a little.

"Where to?" he asked.

"Let's go to my place… where we can listen to a little music and… get more comfortable." My God, there's nothing shy about this woman!

Jack thought excitedly, sensing that in another little while he would probably be making love to the fabulous body he sensed under her revealing clothes.

"But what about your uncle… Max?" he asked.

"Max is away for the weekend," she said with a little laugh. "It'll just be you and me." Better and better, Jack thought excitedly. He escorted Anna to her car, and then followed her in his as she led the way back to their part of town. Jack kept swallowing nervously as he drove, certain that he was going to fuck Anna tonight, but realizing from bitter experience how often things like this miscarried. God, what if she's just teasing me? he jittered. He was grateful when she took the alley to her place and he was able to park behind her house. It would have been clumsy, to say the least, if he had to park in front, directly across from his own houses where Pam could spot the car if she looked out the window. He wondered if she was already in bed. This was the first time he had ever determined to be unfaithful to her, and he was nervous, wondering how she would react if she found out.

By the time he parked, Anna was already out of her car and opening the back door. She performed a miniature charade of carefully peeking inside the house, using exaggerated caution, and then turned to him with a conspiratorial wink.

"Okay, the coast is clear," she whispered loudly. Jack found her little game an uncomfortable reminder that he was performing a clandestine act … he, a married man, sneaking into a darkened house after a woman he intended to fuck, with his wife less than a hundred yards away. And on top of that, the house belonged to another man, apparently the girl's lover, who might be very irate if he came home unexpectedly. Jack swallowed nervously, and for one long moment almost backed out, but Anna's seductive allure was too great. He went in.

She led him through the kitchen into a large, well-furnished living room. "Okay, first some music," she said gaily, and going to a large stereo on one side of the room, turned it on. She found an FM station that played soft background music. "The radio's better than records," she said. "We don't have to get up and change them… if we're busy at the moment." She was standing only a few feet away from Jack, and unable to stand the strain of her nearness any longer, he suddenly seized her in his arms and mashed his lips down on hers in a long passionate kiss. She responded expertly, insinuating into his madly working mouth the most stimulating tongue he had ever encountered. One of his hands slid up her body and began to claw at her breasts right through the material of her dress.

"Hey, take it easy, tiger," she said, breaking free of his kiss and moving back a short distance. "There's no point in leaping in feet first. We have plenty of time, and the more time, the nicer it can be."

Panting heavily, Jack forced himself back under control. She was right!

He was acting like a high-school kid on his first date!

"I know just what you need," she said. A nice relaxing drink." So Jack had to stand and wait while she unconcernedly made him a drink, working efficiently in a small, well-appointed bar that swung out from the wall, and all the time the blood was roaring in his ears as he watched her slightest movement. Never in his life had he desired a woman so much! He longed to take her in his arms and rip the clothes from her, but he was a little afraid of her obvious self-control. Something warned him that he would have to take her on her own terms. After all, coming here had been her idea, and no doubt she had others as well.

"Okay, drink up," she said as she handed him the drink.

"Where's yours?" he asked, pouring half the glassful down his throat in one long gulp. The alcohol hit the bottom of his stomach, bounced once, and then began to spread a soothing warmth throughout his body.

"Later," she answered. "Right now I want to get into something more comfortable." She started to walk away but then stepped closer and suddenly ground her body against his. He felt her breasts against him, and her thighs opened to press her soft hidden pubic mound against his leg while she passionately kissed him on the mouth. Jack tried to put his drink down so that he could get his hands on her suddenly offered body, but she just as suddenly moved away, leaving him standing, gasping by himself. "Got to get out of these clothes," she whispered, her own voice a little husky now.

She went out of the room into a hall, and Jack was content to wait now.

There was no doubt now that the passionate promise he had felt in her suddenly abandoned body would soon enough be his. The liquor was calming him, and he determined to enjoy her game of delayed seduction for all it was worth. He strolled about the living room, studying this and that memento on the shelves and mantle, trying to see if they would tell him anything about the people who lived here. It only took him a short time to decide that everything he saw must belong to Max. Nothing here reminded him of Anna.

He had just mixed himself another drink when he saw a flicker of movement in the hallway. He thought it was Anna returning, but then saw that it was a mirror.

And the mirror reflected the inside of Anna's bedroom!

Jack couldn't see all of the bedroom, just a narrow swath through the doorway. He saw another movement reflected, and his breath sucked in as he realized that it was Anna, moving across the interior of her bedroom.

And she was undressing.

Already she was wearing nothing but a bra and panties, and while he watched, she reached behind her back and began to fumble with the catch to her brassiere. Jack stood staring, transfixed, tempted to move away, feeling for a moment like a peeping tom. But then he realized that Anna must have intended him to see--she would have closed the door otherwise. After all, she had to know the mirror was there.

Jack stood, his glass in one hand, halfway to his lips, but he didn't drink. His eyes took in the lithe perfection of Anna's scantily clad body. Her figure shimmered slightly from the distortion of viewing her through one corner of a hall mirror, but if anything, it enhanced her undeniable beauty. She was not as slender as Pam--lush, full, a mother goddess of rich, perfectly proportioned curves and dark earthy shadows; her legs were long but softly rounded, and her broad hips tapered up into a smoothly muscular torso that promised to be able to perform every trick in the sexual repertoire.

And her breasts! Just at that moment they were leaping free of the confining brassiere, quivering and bouncing as Anna threw the whisky garment on the bed, but standing out proud and high, not drooping at all, in spite of their obvious heaviness. Her nipples are so much trigger and darker than Pam's, lascivious thoughts randomly floated through Jack's brain.

Then she was bending over to slip her panties down over her ankles, facing away from him. Jack was presented with the sight of the twin half-moons of Anna's fully rounded buttocks, just for an instant, and then she stood up, facing into the mirror, giving him a momentary view of a perfect triangle of dark brown pubic hair. She moved, her full thighs flexing, squeezing past her darkly furred pubic mound, and to Jack's disappointment, she was gone, disappearing into a part of the room that the mirror couldn't reflect.

Jack hastily turned away, not wanting to be caught spying, even if Anna had engineered it that way. She came breezing into the room, wearing a short robe. Having seen her undress, Jack knew she had nothing under it, and if he had any doubts they were quickly removed by the exciting way her large full breasts moved uninhibitedly under the thin material.

The robe was carelessly tied at the waist, and the movement of her legs caused it to open slightly at the bottom, giving the watching young husband brief flashes of nakedly exposed brown pussy hair. He swallowed nervously, and then became painfully aware that he had an erection. The stimulation of the last few minutes had done its work, and his cock was hardening rapidly, pushing firmly against the restraining material of his tight trousers.

"Well, well, well, always eager to get going, aren't you?" Anna said, looking good-naturedly at the obscene bulge in his pants.

Jack colored. "You've got sharp eyes. I'd hoped you wouldn't notice."

"Why?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "I think it's flattering."

Jack couldn't help but compare Anna's forthright behavior with his wife's usual semi-prudery. Hell! he thought bitterly, Pam hates to admit I even have a cock! An image of her took temporary possession of his mind, lying naked on the bed, waiting to be made love to, her eyes closed, seemingly presenting she had no part in it, that it was just happening to her without her being in any way an instigator. How different Anna was, with her forthright approach. Hell, she wanted to get laid and she was doing something about it!

"You want me to mix you a drink?" Jack asked, wanting another himself.

"No, thanks," she answered. "I have a little something else in mind."

Going over to a side cabinet, she opened a drawer and took out a cigar box.

"What you got there?" Jack asked curiously.

"Dope," she replied simply. Jack suddenly became very nervous. With his position at the company to think of, the very word frightened him. If anything could ruin him forever, it was what Anna had in her hands.

J.B. drank; J.B. used other men's wives; he lied; he stole; he cheated people and ruined decent families; but he was death on drugs! The slightest intimation that Jack had even been in their presence, and it would be all over for him at the office!

"D-Do you think it's wise to keep that stuff right here in your home?" he asked nervously. Anna looked up sharply, and seeing his strained white face, laughed delightedly.

"My heavens," she gurgled. "The poor man is scared half out of his wits!" She suddenly thrust the box at Jack. "Boo!" she said. He jumped.

"N-No," he said, ashamed of being thought a coward, "not scared, really, but that stuff is illegal!"

"So is cheating on your taxes, but I'll bet you do." Jack flushed.

"Come on, stop worrying. You'd think there was a narc hiding in the bedroom. This stuff is so common now that if the police tried to catch everybody smoking it, they wouldn't have time for anything else--like stopping gambling, and necking in cars, for instance." She had opened the box and laid it on the table. It was half-full of brownish-green, crushed leaves and blossoms. Despite his nervousness, Jack moved closer, curious. A rich, slightly acrid odor assailed his nostrils.

Anna reached into another drawer and pulled out a little flat machine made of silk and two steel bars. "What's that?" Jack asked.

"A cigarette roller," she answered. "I'm going to roll us a joint."

Even as she spoke, her fingers were moving deftly. She placed a cigarette paper in the little machine and filled it with several pinches of the course powdery mixture. She closed the machine around the paper, and turning a crank, quickly shaped a perfect little white cylinder. Out popped a long narrow cigarette, a few tufts of marijuana leaf sticking out of each end.

"Got a match?" she asked.

Reluctantly Jack fished through his pockets and offered her some. He knew a gentleman lights a ladle's cigarette, but he couldn't bring himself to help bring that dangerous little cylinder to life. Anna didn't seem to mind. She struck a match, and putting the cigarette into her mouth held the flame to it. As she puffed, thick clouds of blue smoke rose from the tip of the cigarette and the room was filled with the sharp heavy scent of burning rope.

"Mmmmnnnnn, good stuff," Anna said dreamily. She held the glowing cigarette out to Jack. "Want a hit?" she asked.

"No, thanks," Jack said, shaking his head vigorously. Anna shrugged her shoulders.

"Suit yourself, but this grass is a real sense turn-on--makes your body come alive. I call it Old Thunder Fuck--real dynamite stuff."

Jack watched in fascination as she sat in a large armchair and took another drag on the cigarette. She seemed to breathe in forever, and then held the smoke down in her lungs until her face purpled with the effort. When she finally breathed out, little smoke remained, and Jack wondered what had happened to the rest. It had probably been absorbed in her bloodstream, he thought in astonishment.

A slow contented smile came over Anna's face, and she visibly relaxed in the chair. With a shock Jack noticed that her legs had fallen open a little, parting the lower part of her robe, and he was looking right up between her thighs to her nakedly bared pussy. He swallowed nervously, unable to keep from staring at her hair-covered cuntal lips. As his eyes adjusted to the dark shadows of her loins, he was clearly able to make out the thin line of her half-hidden inner slit. He knew that she had seen him looking, but she did nothing to cover herself. Jack's cock began to throb uncontrollably at the sight of Anna's shamelessly naked loins, only a few feet away from his own. He once again felt he was losing the initiative. It was clear that the marijuana was putting Anna in a very different place from where he was, and he began to wonder how it would be to make love to a thoroughly stoned woman when he himself was so tight and nervous.

"You say that stuff turns you on?" he asked.

She looked surprised. "Sure thing," she said. "Why? You want to try some?"

"Well, I don't know…" he said hesitantly.

"Oh, for God's sake, come on," she said disgustedly. "You act like you expect your mother to come into the room and tell you whether it's all right or not."

Stung by her tone, Jack grabbed the cigarette from her. He put it to his lips and took a long drag, but immediately began to choke as the harsh smoke seared his lungs.

"Hey, take it a little slower," Anna said, and showed him how to breathe in slowly and hold the acrid fumes down. After a couple of more tries, he was successful. He didn't experience much reaction at first, but suddenly the lights in the room seemed to dim and then his body felt strange all at once.

"Wow!" he said, feeling as if he were floating a foot off the ground.

It was very different from being drunk. For one thing, he still seemed to have good control of his balance. But in some strange way, the whole room had changed. The lights glowed a deep yellow-gold, and he realized that he had been staring at a painting on the wall for a long time.

"Good stuff, isn't it?" Anna said. "Here, let me show you how the physical part works." She reached forward and lightly traced a fingernail over his forearm. It felt natural at first, but then his whole arm seemed to vibrate, sending pounding waves of sensation through his muscles and nerves until his whole body was resonating like a tuning fork. She calls it Old Thunder Fuck, he thought in amazement.

God, what will it be like when we…? Once again he stared down at Anna's nakedly bared vaginal lips, and saw for the first time the evidence of her own sexual arousal. A thin line of liquid beads glistened in the light, lining the softly bearded edge of her pussyslit, welling up from her tantalizingly hidden vagina. A white-hot wave of lust washed over Jack, making his body resonate again. Sitting on the arm of the chair, he lightly traced his fingertips over Anna's enticingly bared lower belly, where it rounded off into her soft curly pubic hair. She shivered at his touch and her eyes half-glazed over. I guess she isn't as self-controlled as she likes to mate out, he thought in triumph, and standing up, he reached down and jerked her to her feet. She came into his arms willingly, and opened her nakedly exposed thighs as he roughly thrust one leg in between them, rubbing the harsh material of his pants leg against her quivering cunt.

"Oh, God, that feels good," Anna moaned, all pretenses gone. One of her legs began to rub maddeningly against his painfully erect cock, still trapped inside his tightly confining trousers. The top of her robe had fallen open as well when he jerked her to her feet, and one heavy, brown-rippled breast spilled out, mashing softly against his chest.

Half-lifting Anna off her feet with his strong arms, Jack crushed her to him, and met her lips in a long passionate kiss. He felt as if he were going to ignite as her tiny hot tongue darted in and out of his gasping mouth. He pushed her abruptly from him, holding her at arm's length for a moment, staring greedily at her partially exposed body.

Her softly rounded breast thrust proudly out at him, while lower down he followed the curving contour of her belly as it merged sleekly into her softly shaded loins. He could now smell the hot musky odor of her thoroughly aroused cunt, and its exotic perfume maddened him.

Jerking Anna's panting form to him once again, he buried his face in the cushiony pillow of her breasts, pushing aside her robe and seeking out her rapidly hardening nipples with his mouth. He drew his tongue tantalizingly over one of the burgeoning little buds, making her moan in ecstasy;

"Oh, yes," she breathed huskily, "suck my tits… put them in your mouth… make me feel them!" Excited by her words of encouragement, Jack sucked one of her now fully erect nipples right into his mouth, worrying the rubbery tip with his tongue, nipping it half-painfully with his sharp teeth. Anna jerked her loins tightly against him, rubbing her cunt maddeningly against his shuddering cock. He could feel the inside of his shorts grow slippery as a few drops of pre-cum were forced out of the tip of his hidden member and smeared over the thin material.

"Oh, God, let's get naked," Anna panted, all her sophistication deserting her as she turned into a wanting, lust-filled animal. "I want to see your cock, touch it, feel it hot and naked against my body." She helped Jack while he tore at his clothes, stripping them away until he stood naked in front of her, his throbbing penis standing out straight and stiff from his body like a fleshy lance. Anna fell on her knees in front of him, lovingly taking his obscenely displayed organ in her hands and caressing it.

"What a lovely cock," she said excitedly. "I'm going to want it in me … soon… very soon." She began to teasingly kiss the tip, then maddeningly slid her velvety smooth lips down the side, nibbling at the sensitive shaft while her hands were busy fondling his aching testicles below.

"Take it easy, baby," he warned her, "or the whole show's going to be over before it gets started." He could feel his balls churning wildly from the exciting stimulation of Anna's buttery soft mouth. God, why couldn't I ever get Pam to do this to me? Anna pulled back just when Jack felt sure he was going to start cumming all over her lovely face.

He had to grit his teeth for a moment to get himself back under control, and she looked up at him anxiously, wondering if she'd gone too far.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked Jack, looking excitedly at his still-ready cock.

"Christ yes!" he moaned, reaching for her.

She held him off. "Tell me first," she said. "Tell me how much you want to fuck me!"

"I want to ram my cock up into your cunt!" Jack snarled, playing her exciting game. "I want to shove it all the way up into your hot little belly. I'm going to fuck you hard… fuck you until I shoot my nuts off into your juicy snatch!"

Anna moaned with desire as she heard his lust-inciting words. Without another word she stripped off her disheveled robe and tossed it into a heap on the floor. She stepped backward and fell into the big armchair.

Never taking her eyes from Jack's face, she slowly hooked her legs up over the arms of the chair, spreading them lewdly, baring her seething genitals to Jack's fascinated gaze. He stared, entranced, as the heavy outer lips of her cunt were slowly pulled open, revealing the glistening pink inner valley, wet and slippery with her copiously flowing pussy-juices, a gaping scarlet gash running all the way down to her tightly clenched ass-cheeks. She lay there waiting, her breasts heaving above from her heavy breathing, her crotch wide open for his expected assault.

"Now, lover," she crooned. "Fuck me now. Shove your hard cock into my cunt and fuck me until I can't stand anymore!"

Drawn forward as if by a magnet, Jack fell on his knees before the chair and moved in between Anna's obscenely opened thighs. He crowded close to her lewdly offered genitals, feeling the silken flesh of her inner thighs brush softly against his naked sides. Her ass was on the very edge of the chair-cushion, her upper body leaning back into the upholstery, her legs spread so impossibly wide and high over the arms of the chair that he could see the tendons in her groin stretched tightly. Her whole cuntal area was stretched wide and flat from the pressure, her pinkly glistening slit completely open before him, ready for his invasion.

Jack was tempted to immediately ram his hard ready cock up inside Anna's lewdly spread body. His eyes fastened on the pink-petaled opening of her slowly seeping vagina--it actually pulsed in expectation as he watched it. But his gaze shifted higher, to the hotly palpitating little bud of Anna's thoroughly erect clitoris. The sensitive little shaft had risen half out of its surrounding tissues, maddened by the promise of immediate pleasure. Taking his rock-hard penis in the fingers of one hand, Jack drew it slowly up the inside of Anna's velvet-skinned thigh, heading inexorably toward her waiting pussy-slit. She moaned in delighted expectation, waiting for the blissfilled moment when he would ram his hot hardness up into her achingly hungry hole.

"Oh, please, baby, oh, please… don't make me wait," she begged piteously. Her insides cried out in need. God, I haven't really wanted to fuck a man since Max moved me in here, she thought in amazement, realizing how sex-starved her body had become, never quite satisfied by Max's brutal maulings. She had no particular affection for Jack, but his handsome young body and the fact that he could be so easily led into ways of giving her the pleasure she craved reawakened the passionate young woman to levels of excitement she had forgotten could exist.

But Jack had his own ideas. Instead of immediately filling her cunt with his rampant manhood, he instead guided the bloated tip just inside Anna's blood-gorged slit, sliding it slowly up and down the burning hot trench, watching in fascination as the tender tissues seemed to swell and quiver under the stimulating touch of his rubbery cock-head.

"Oooohhh," Anna moaned. "Now… now!" she urged. But Jack continued to slither his swollen purple knob up and down her encrimsoned snatch, until finally he pressed the very end of it hard against the tightly straining button of Anna's eagerly waiting clitoris.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" she moaned in ecstasy, and had a short, quick orgasm. Her belly muscles hardened and her body jerked spasmodically several times.

Looking down around the bloated shaft of his throbbing cock, Jack could see the opening of her vagina open and close, open and close, while a flood of her orgasmic juices were expelled to run in a slippery torrent down into the cleft of her ass. Moving quickly, Jack slid his cock lower, soaking the tip in the hot wet flow, rubbing the slick lubricants all over the shaft, getting ready for the final invasion of Anna's nakedly exposed loins.

Would you look at that hitch go! Max Flaherty marveled, staring unbelievingly at the ecstatically writhing Anna. She's been holding back on me. Either that or that young shit-head is better with his cock than I thought he'd be. From his hiding place in the attic, Max carefully lined up the lens of his camera and began to shoot. He had made a small observation hole in one corner of the ceiling, just big enough to take pictures through. He figured that Jack would be too busy with Anna to notice. And what did it matter now? He already had enough pictures to hang the young jerk.

Christ, wait'll his wife sees these! he exulted, pressing the shutter release again. I'll be in those tight little pants in no time. Just thinking about how the madly writhing couple below were going to make his assault on Pam's virtue possible was enough to start Max's big cock hardening. Lying on his belly, he pressed his loins down hard against the floor, grinding his pleasantly aching member against his body, imagining how Pam would look, naked before him, her cunt spread wide open the way Anna's was now. God, when is he going to shove it in? Max wondered, watching Jack continue to slither his ever-swelling cock up and down Anna's achingly needful cunt-slit.

Anna was wondering the same thing. Her hips churned restlessly on the chair, fruitlessly trying to entrap Jack's tantalizingly near cock into her expectant vagina. Reaching forward, she sank her fingers into his buttocks, trying to steady his motion.

"Oh, please," she begged. "No more… no more of what you're doing.

For Christ's sake put your cock into me! Shove it into my cunt… ram it up into me and for God's sake… FUCK ME!"

Jack smiled down at the wildly pleading woman, realizing how the tables had turned. For days he had been trying to get this lovely, enigmatic woman to fuck him, but now it was her who was lying beneath him, naked, her genitals obscenely displayed, ready for his hard potent cock, begging him to fuck her. He enjoyed making her wait, but by now his achingly hard penis was demanding to be buried in the quivering female flesh before it.

"Okay, baby," he rasped, "but you put it in." He waited expectantly as she quickly groped for his loins, and his breath sucked in suddenly as he felt her cool slender fingers wrap tightly around his swollen shaft.

He watched, entranced, as Anna desperately fumbled with the mighty organ she held in her hand, guiding it closer to her needing cunt. The sight of her strong yet thoroughly feminine body spread out below him added further dimensions to his passion. She looked up at him hungrily, her lips half-parted, nostrils flared, eyes shining eagerly behind her thick dark lashes. Yes, she was ready now, he thought, completely animal, eager to accept anything he wanted to do to her with his cock.

If only Pam were this way, he thought bitterly, I wouldn't have to be here now, fucking another woman! He almost laughed at himself. What bullshit! Hell, no matter how much of a tiger Pam might become, Anna was a whole new ballgame. He knew now that tonight was to be only the first of many such nights. There was a wild, mysterious sexuality in Anna that made his blood boil out of control. He would have to fuck her again, and again… and again.

With a grateful sigh, Anna finally inserted the mushroom-shaped head of his cock into the opening of her vagina. He watched, entranced, as the bulbous head, slippery with her juices, popped just up inside the muscular opening. It welcomed him eagerly, flowering open in invitation.

"Now, now, now!" Anna chanted, moving her hands around behind his back, digging her fingernails into his buttocks, trying to pull his loins into hers. Jack took the hint. With a grunt he slammed his hips suddenly forward, ramming his cock to the hilt up into Anna's waiting body.

"Unnnoggghhhhh," she grunted in response, the breath knocked from her by the violence of Jack's entry, her vagina suddenly filled with hard, hot, male flesh, stretching her insides with unexpected swiftness. She felt as if someone had rammed a thick, spongy tree-trunk up into her shuddering belly. It hurt, but she loved it.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she cried eagerly. "Do it again!"

Paralyzed by the first blinding delight of having his pussy-starved cock surrounded by hot cuntal flesh, Jack wasn't able to respond for a moment. He held his throbbing staff in all the way, feeling his pelvis flattened against Anna's cushiony pussy lips, her silky thighs pressing hard against his ribs. God, it's been worth the wait! he thought in exultation, feeling Anna's formerly unavailable body squirming underneath him as he held her pinned to the chair with his raging manhood. Gathering his strength, he pulled his cock almost all the way back out of her eagerly nibbling vagina, staring down at the slippery white shaft. Anna quivered beneath him, desperately awaiting, wanting him up inside her shuddering belly again, and he obliged, pounding his hips forward, watching his iron-hard member slither once again up into her eagerly accepting hole.

From then on, Jack fucked her hard, setting up a steady rhythm with his hips, lunging time and time again into the wide-open loins of the moaning woman below him. Anna writhed in a wild blend of pleasure and pain as his rampaging organ opened her up more and more, stretching her tender inner tissues to the breaking point, but it was what she wanted.

"Oh, yes, hurt me, lover," she moaned thickly. "Pound your beautiful cock right through me… make me scream…"

Jack looked down at the beautiful, abandoned, naked woman twisting and shuddering beneath him. A powerful exultation filled him as he realized he had the power to hurt this strong-willed woman. Before, he had been a little afraid of her, but now she was at his mercy, begging him for the pleasure that only a hard male cock could give her. He rammed his ever-growing shaft far up inside her tender tissues, watching her face react, twisting in shock and then softening as her cunt quivered with masochistic delight. She's only a woman, after all, he thought in surprise, begging for a good fucking. Determined to give her one, he lengthened his strokes, bracing his arms on the sides of the chair, rising up on his toes so he could fuck straight down into Anna's spasming cunt.

Hey, that young punk's giving Anna a real fucking! Max thought with newfound respect, watching from above as Jack pounded his cock triumphantly into Anna's pleading form. I wonder if he does such a good job with his wife? Somehow, having studied the cool, timid Pam, he doubted it. I think that blonde cunt needs some fucking lessons, and I'm just the one to give them to her.

Below, Anna had impulsively lifted her legs from the chair arms and wrapped them tightly around Jack's body, locking her ankles tightly behind his buttocks, doing her best to draw him deeper into her eagerly spasming cunt. Anxious to make his lovely paramour remember this night, he redoubled his efforts, pounding his huge fleshy cudgel into her quaking pussy time after time.

Searching for some new way to turn Anna on, Jack slid one hand down along the inner edge of her thigh, groping into the deep cleft between her muscularly pumping buttocks. His fingers slithered through the slippery passion-juices that had run down from her gushing, cock-filled pussy. For a moment he had trouble locating the tightly puckered ring of her anus, her whole lower region was jerking so in time to his frenzied thrusts up into her shuddering loins. But one fingertip caught in the outer sphincter muscles and held. He could feel Anna jerk spasmodically from the additional shock of having her tender nether regions fondled. Gritting his teeth, Jack began to worm his finger up inside the tight little band of muscle that encircled Anna's so-far unused anus. Her body fought back for a moment, not ready for this additional intrusion, but he pushed hard, and with a sudden pop, the end of his finger slipped up inside the soft sheath of her rectal passage.

Anna grunted in surprise and her body bucked strongly, nearly throwing Jack off the edge of the chair and onto the floor. But he hung on, digging his bare toes into the carpet, straining with all his strength into the bucking, twitching, moaning mass of female flesh that thrashed below him. Bit by bit he worked his groping finger further up inside Anna's asshole, until he had it buried between her rhythmically clenching ass-cheeks clear up to the last knuckle. It was easier after that, as Anna's inner anal muscles relaxed, and he found he could thrust his finger in and out of her rectum in time to the wild poundings of his rampaging cock further up. And what really excited him was being able to feel his fast-moving penis with his finger. Only a thin membrane separated the two inside Anna's passion-heated body.

Doubly impaled now, Anna went completely out of her mind. What had at first been to her only an obnoxious duty to perform for Max had turned into a wild physical release of such magnitude that she thought she was going out of her mind. All the frustrations and strains of the last few months with Max were pouring out in a monumental release that threatened to tear her body apart. She sensed that some of her powerful reaction had to do with the very innocuousness of Jack--he was a perfect instrument for her--young, lean, and strong, without at the same time being able to engage any of her emotions. She was using him, as he had intended to use her, to give herself the release of wantonly fucking a near-stranger, pouring out her frustrated libido in a spasm of automatic reflex.

Not knowing this, Jack felt that it was all his doing, the results of his monumental virility, which did have some basis in fact, because if he had been less active and strong, he would never have been able to call forth such wild reactions from Anna's ready body. His ego growing with every moment, he looked exultantly down at Anna's transformed face. She had that look that comes only in times of great suffering or great passion. Her eyes glittered: blankly, seeing nothing--everything was inside her. Her face was swollen and flushed with blood and her darting tongue licked helplessly over dried, half-open lips. The flush extended down over her breasts, which were swollen almost half again as large as before. The tips of her nipples had softened somewhat, but the whole colored part was tumescent, standing up in a partial hemisphere over the quivering white mounds beneath. Inarticulate cries and moans gushed from her throat and her hands slapped aimlessly at the chair upholstery. Jack could tell she was close to a tremendous orgasm. Her stomach muscles were slowly tightening as the pressure built inside and he knew in a moment she would explode into a frenzy that would dwarf the one he was watching now. He hoped it was soon, because he couldn't hold off his own climax much longer. Already his testicles were drawing further up into his body, ready to pump out the hot sperm, and his cock had grown even larger, so large that it ached painfully as it continued its wild ride inside Anna's hot slippery cuntal sheath.

"Ooohhhhh… JACK!" she suddenly cried out. "I-I'm going to CUM! Fuck me hard… don't stop… keep your finger in my asshole!" Anna felt as if her entire lower body were on fire, lit by the double entry into her pelvic area. Jack's finger in her rectum oddly complemented his cock slithering wetly in and out of her wonderfully gratified cunt. She knew that her orgasm would be the strongest she had experienced in a long time, and was grateful that Jack had a powerful body. A smaller man she might have bucked off, she thought.

Suddenly it hit. A thrust of Jack's ever-enlarging rod, deeper than the rest, passed beyond some invisible barrier and she felt as if a great fire had been started far up inside her cringing belly. It grew and grew, burning brighter and brighter, until her whole being was consumed by it. She lost track of what was going on outside her suddenly transformed body, only knew the rocketing bliss in her most secret inner parts and felt Jack's mighty organ, faithfully digging in deeper and deeper as her climaxing cunt opened to receive it.

Jack found that he had to pull his finger from Anna's ass after all.

Awestruck, he watched the already wildly passionate young brunette change into a screaming banshee as her orgasm tore through her strong, beautiful young body. He had to hang onto the chair with both hands to hold her down as she writhed and twisted beneath him. Her pelvis rose off the chair to meet his, making it even easier to plunge his thundering cock to new depths. Her sleek stomach muscles were drawn into one iron-hard band as her body convulsed into final release. But most of all, he was aware of her inner vaginal muscles, clamping rhythmically and hungrily around the base of his already near-bursting cock.

That did it for Jack. This last obscene realization touched off his own long-delayed orgasm, and with a deep-throated yell he threw back his head and held his cock rigidly buried as far up into Anna's convulsing pussy-sheath as it would go. He could sense the whole length of his rock-hard shaft vibrating madly as the hot sperm raced up from his balls, ready to spray unendingly into Anna's sperm-hungry body.

With the last of her strength, Anna sensed his hot seminal load gushing into her cunt, and pressing her heels hard into his backside, she strained his shuddering loins to hers. The joyful realization that he was filling her hot needing cunt with his male seed touched off another orgasm in Anna, a shorter one this time, but her vaginal muscles worked even more strenuously, guided in part by her conscious volition, milking the hot wet cum from Jack's madly spouting organ.

They strained together for over a minute, trying to get the most out of each other's sweat-slippery, quivering bodies. As the last of his burning load shot deep up into Anna's womb, he looked down fascinated by the way her rippling cunt-muscles shot their combined juices back out around the hairy base of his nearly exhausted penis, coating his thighs, and running down into the hot pink cleft between her buttocks to drip wetly onto the soaking upholstery below.

With one last wild cry, Jack knew that his climax was over, and collapsed heavily forward onto Anna's exhausted body. She still moved below him, her hips twitching involuntarily from time to time as the last of her orgasms died away slowly. Their breaths rasped loud in the half-darkened room for several minutes, until finally they were able to bring their lungs under control.

They both felt Jack's depleted organ shrinking in side Anna's still gently working vagina, each of them with different emotions. Jack was sorry that it was over and at the same time exhalted. I've done it! he thought gleefully, believing that now Anna was his. She'd succumbed to his advances and he had no doubt, after the performance he'd put on that she would be his for the asking for as long as he wanted her.

Maybe time enough for there to be some kind of change in his partially frigid wife.

For her part, Anna was grateful for the admittedly fine fucking she'd received from Jack, but to her it could have been anybody who could get it up for long enough and stay with her wild responses. She didn't like Jack very much, disgusted with him for the way he treated his wife, with whom she felt a close bond. She didn't feel guilty about having tucked her friend's husband--her mind didn't work that way. Sex to her was a great universal reservoir from whom anyone might drink--nobody necessarily owned another's genitals. Loyalty and help in time of need were the parameters of her idea of fidelity, not who fucked who. Yes, she'd gotten what she needed from someone whom Max had ordered her to fuck anyhow, and her main reaction was pleasure from the terrific fucking she'd just had. She didn't know that Max was up in the attic filming them--she thought he would just question her later on what kind of lover Jack had been, and then put pressure on the young man to make his wife available. But she had already seen how poorly that had worked tonight when J.B. had tried to move in on Pam. She doubted that Max would have any better luck. As far as she was concerned, it was over.

"Hey, you're heavy," she complained to Jack who was learning on her, his mouth roaming idly over her still-sensitive breasts.

"You weren't complaining a few minutes ago," he said smugly.

"An elephant wouldn't have been too heavy then, as long as it had a cock that would fit inside me," she answered.

"I'll bet that hot cunt of yours could take anything," Jack said admiringly, slowly moving back from her body, staring wistfully at the pussy he'd just spent the past half-hour in. Anna's legs were still held wide apart, and her vagina, stretched and wide open from the powerful thrusts of his cock, still slowly seeped their combined orgasmic fluids.

"This hot cunt of mine could take a little sleep," Anna said. "Time for you to go home and crawl in bed with your little wife. Remember her?"

Jack flushed under her prodding. Somehow the aftermath of making love to Anna wasn't working out quite as he'd expected. From her reactions before and during their wild fuck, he'd expected her to melt gratefully into his arms afterwards. But instead she was yawning and getting up from the chair. Her former manner of cool insolence was returning.

"Hey," he said, annoyed. "What kind of brush-off is this? The night is young yet. Didn't you like the way I fucked you?"

Anna looked at him quizzically. "You did a good job, sonny-boy. But did you think I was going to give you the keys to my life because your cock gets hard? If I want anymore, I'll send for you." Anna was taking a perverse pleasure in telling Jack off. After the way she had been maltreated by Max for months, and watching Jack tonight as he unfeelingly let his wife be humiliated, she wasn't feeling very friendly to men at all. For once in her life, she'd like to be able to say, "Wham, team, thank you, Sam."

Jack picked up his clothes in a rage, his ego lying in tatters about him. "You know how to spell 'whore', baby?"

"Yeh," she said acidly, "s-u-c-k-e-r. A whore is a dumb cunt who lets herself get used. Now, why don't you go home peaceably. Why ruin a good fuck? We had a good time but let's not make something out of it that's not there. I promise you, if I need it again, you'll be one of the first I'll call." Anna added this mollifying statement, realizing she was taking a lot of things out on Jack that weren't his fault. But now she wanted to be alone, to enjoy the satiated throbbing in her genitals all by herself.

Jack had struggled into his clothes. He headed for the door without saying another word, hurt and confused.

"You'd better take a shower before you climb in bed with Pam," Anna called after him. "You smell like hot pussy. And, oh," she added, "I won't be into work on Monday… I quit." Maybe that'll keep him closer to his wife from now on, she thought absent-mindedly as the door closed after him. But maybe I was too hard on him. She began to feel a little guilty. After all, she had been the one who had sallied forth to seduce him, even if he had been a willing victim. She was heading toward the shower, vaguely promising herself that she would do something to make it up to him later, when she heard a sudden sound behind her. Startled, she whirled, and was barely able to stifle a scream as she saw a naked man standing in the hall doorway.

It was Max!

He stood leering at her, massaging his heavy, already swollen penis.

"Pretty good show you put on with junior," he rasped out. "But you're not going to bed yet. Let's see how you do with me."

Anna thought she was going to be sick as he slowly approached her.