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

"WHAT THE FUCK…?"

Both women jerked erect on the big bed, glancing fearfully toward the figure that stood in the door.

"Jack!" Pam burst out, recognizing her husband. He stood staring at the two nakedly beautiful women, one his wife, one so recently his lover, unable to believe his eyes. And I thought it'd be impossible to get them in the same bed! he thought in stunned shock.

"My God!" he half-shouted. "Now I understand why you never came across with me!"

"W-What do you mean?" Pam asked in a small voice, wondering what the next disaster could be.

"Why… it's obvious!" Jack stammered. "I wanted to make love to you and all the time you were a… LESBIAN!"

"No, Jack… you don't understand it at all," Pam said desperately, knowing how it must look to her pop-eyed young husband as he stood gaping at first her and then Anna.

"She's all right, sonny… you got it all wrong," a heavy male voice boomed, and Max came into the room. "She's one of the hottest pieces of tail I've ever had." It took a moment for the full meaning of his words to sink into Jack's befuddled brain.

"WHAT?" he screamed at his cringing wife. "You mean you…?" He swung toward Max, his hands bunching into fists. Max's answer was simple. He made a grand gesture, linking Jack and Anna. "Tit for tat," he growled.

"Please, Jack," Pam broke in. "I had to do it. He-He had pictures of you and Anna. He was going to show them to J.B." Jack's eyes jerked back to Max, the color draining from his face.

"Is that true?" he asked in a trembling voice. For answer, Max handed him one of the photos.

"I got a lot more at home," he said. Jack stared for several seconds at the lurid picture, then let it drop from his nerveless hand. He stared at his wife, his heart racing, his mind trying to get into gear, but its wheels were spinning. He had walked into an incredible scene, alerted by Max, watching his wife make love to another woman. And then to cap it off, he'd found out she'd been unfaithful with Max. It didn't matter what the reason was. Jack was a very possessive man, and Pam's body was one of his most important possessions, something he was only willing to share on his own terms. His whole being cried out for vengeance against the gleefully grinning Max, but he knew that with the big man holding those pictures of him and Anna, he could ruin him with a word, where it counted most--at work!

Balked of the satisfaction of smashing his fist into Max's leering face, the most natural way to vent his rage, Jack turned his frustration on his nakedly crouching young wife.

"You slut!" he snarled to the surprised girl. "I'll bet it didn't take much convincing for this bastard to get into your smug little pants."

Pam's mouth dropped open in shock as she heard her husband's cruel words.

"You were too good to even let J.B. touch you, remember? When my promotion was at stake?"

"Jack!" she said in a hurt voice. "I-I… he made me do it! "

"Sure!" he snapped. "And I suppose you're going to tell me that Anna came in here, knocked you down and raped you!"

"Of course not," Pam said. "That was different. We…"

"Sure," he said bitterly. "It's always different when you're with somebody other than me. Christ, all the times I wanted to eat your cunt, and…

"Tastes like honey," Max broke in. There was a stunned silence from Jack.

"You mean?" he finally said in a deadly quiet voice, "you also let him do that to you?" Pam tried to answer but found that she couldn't. Slow tears trickled down her face as her world collapsed around her.

"What else have you done behind my back?" Jack asked viciously, slowly approaching his sobbing young wife, who was still crouched on top of the wildly disordered bed. All she could do was slowly shake her head in a general plea for understanding "God, all the times I wanted to…" He suddenly sprang forward and grabbed his wife by the arm. Is there anywhere you're still virgin?" he screamed. I'm going to find out! I'm going to make you wish you'd given me everything I ever wanted from yon"

Pam watched with horror as her angry young husband-began to struggle with his belt. He jerked it open and a moment later his pants dropped in a heap around his feet. His other clothes followed and in seconds he was naked. My God, he's going to rape me… in front of Max and Anna! she thought in horror, watching him massage his cock, which had already begun to harden in his rage and excitement. She tried to slip off the bed so she could run out of the room, but Jack sprang forward and seized her by the arm. With fierce strength, he spun her around on the bed, forcing her down on her belly, with her legs bent and trailing over the edge, almost kneeling on the floor.

"Okay, bitch, I'm going to fuck you in a place you probably haven't got around to using yet."

"W-What do you mean?" she asked in horror, guessing at the truth.

"I mean I'm going to fuck you in your asshole, and from the looks of it, it's still virgin!" he snarled, and Pam could feel his strong hands, brutally prying her buttocks apart to bare her tender little rectum.

"No!" she shrieked. "You can't! Your penis is too big to go in there!

You'll split me in two!"

"Tough shit, baby, but it's time I got what's coming to me." And he forced her quivering asscheeks further apart, until Pam felt the tender skin around her anus stretch painfully.

"Anna… help!" Pam shrieked. Then her friend flew forward, trying to pull Jack off his futilely pleading wife. "You leave her alone, you cowardly son-of-a-bitch, or I'll tear your Goddamn balls off!"

Jack was flinching before her determined attack, but suddenly Max's powerful hands flung Anna half across the room. "Mind your own business, cunt. Don't you know better than to interfere with a man and his wife?" He was smiling evilly, delighted to see Pam get what he felt was coming to her. Stuck-up bitch! he thought. Too good for Max Flaherty, is she? Well, we'll see what song she sings In a few minutes!

He went over to Pam, and pinned her writhing torso to the bed, holding her a helpless prisoner before her husband's depraved attack.

"Yeah, it's virgin, all right," Jack was muttering to himself, staring at the tiny brown ring of his wife's quaking asshole. "Gotta open it up a little." He probed at the fear-tensed pucker with one finger, trying to worm it up inside.

"Stop… stop… it harts!" Pam shrieked as she felt the first harsh pressure against her tender nether parts.

"Hold still, Goddamn it!" Jack snarled, hitting her hard on the rump with the flat of his hand. Pam yelped in new pain, a vivid red splotch spreading across her smooth white ass-cheek. Afraid of another blow, she forced herself to hold still while Jack ruthlessly worked one finger up into the cringing girl's pain-racked rectum. She bit her lips in agony while he busily slid his digit in and out, stretching the tight little hole. After a few strokes, she found the pain was just bearable, as she widened, and hoped he would be satisfied with that.

But already Jack was fondling his dangling cock with his free hand, stroking it into hard readiness. When it finally jutted out from his strong young loins like a fleshy spear, he moved forward, lining the swollen tip up with his wife's defenselessly bared anus.

"Ooohhhhh… please don't do this awful thing, Jack," she begged.

"I'll do anything else you want."

"You're fucking right, you will…" Jack snarled, "after I fuck you in the ass. And the first thing you'll do is get me that promotion. J.B. made a deal with me." He let his words sink into his wife's unbelieving brain. "He said if I let him fuck you, he'll make me vice-president. Do you hear?"

Pam heard her husband's words with stunned disbelief. My God! He's trading me off like a piece of furniture! she thought in horror. To that dirty old man! At that moment, Pam's marriage dissolved around her, leaving her in total despair. It no longer mattered much to her what Jack was about to do. Everything else was ruined. Why not let him tear her body apart, too? She knelt in total subservience before her half-mad husband as he readied his final assault. Pam didn't make a sound as he began the terrible pressure that would inevitably end up with his rock-hard penis buried up between her quivering ass-cheeks.

Stoically, she felt herself stretch and stretch as Jack's bulbous cockhead drove relentlessly against her nakedly helpless asshole.

But she couldn't help screaming as Jack's straining cock finally popped up inside the vainly resisting muscles of her rectum, filling her with a white-hot lance of unbearable pain. She thrashed wildly on the bed, struggling madly to get away as Jack relentlessly shoved further and further up into her twitching bowels. But it was hopeless. Max's heavy arms held her pinned prone on the bed, chuckling as he watched her futile struggle.

When he had his aching member all the way into his wife's obscenely stretched rectum, Jack halted for a moment, staring down at his swollen purplish shaft, jutting back out of the lovely young woman's white, softly swelling buttocks. His eyes bulging with excitement, the panting young husband was filled with an overwhelming sense of power and strength. This is how to treat the fucking hitches! he thought exultantly. Hurt 'em! Make 'em yell! All his life he had been searching for power, and here it was in its most perfect form--the ability to inflict pain on a weaker person! Jack lovingly drew his cock part way out of his wife's painfully shuddering asshole, watching some of her tender pink inner flesh sucked out with it, and then he suddenly pounded his hips forward, impaling Pam to the hilt with his mighty shaft. She screamed again.

Sickened by watching a degrading spectacle about which she could do nothing, Anna threw on her clothes and ran from the room, heading for her house across the street, her mind screaming for her to find some way to stop her young friend's painful humiliation. She had darted inside the door and closed it behind her when she saw a letter lying on the floor beneath the mail slot. She would have passed it by, but something about it caught her eye.

It had her father's return address.

Anna picked it up, tore it open, and scanned the first few lines.

"Dear daughter," it stated. "You know I don't like to interfere in your private life, but I've recently learned from a mutual friend that you are living with Max Flaherty. I think there are a few things you should know about that man." And then the letter went on, line after line to describe how, years ago, Max had committed a serious crime, a murder.

Being under an obligation to Max at the time, her father had kept the matter secret, but felt that now, under the circumstances, Anna should know. All the evidence was there, roughly the same as Max had shown Anna.

But he had twisted the facts! It was Max who was guilty, not her father!

Anna cursed herself for not having had more faith in her father and brought the whole thing to his attention long ago. It would have saved her months of agony with Max. And it would probably have saved Pam as well.

But it's not too late! she thought excitedly. She started back out the door, but quickly got hold of herself. No point In lumping from the frying pan into the fire, she cautioned herself. She found what she hoped was a secure hiding place for her father's letter, and then went to her room and began to paw through the back of a drawer.

She had something there she'd been saving for a showdown with Max!

Pam lay whimpering beneath her husband's frenzied thrusts. It wasn't the pain that brought her tears--that had diminished long ago. It was the despair of finally knowing what kind of man Jack was--a conniving opportunist who would stop short of nothing to further his ambitions-even forcing his wife to become the unwilling mistress of a loathsome old man she despised. That and the humiliation. Pam knew what a spectacle she must make, held down by Max, her buttocks thrust obscenely into the air, her ass-cheeks spread lewdly as Jack repeatedly thrust his big member again and again up into her plundered asshole.

Pam considered this moment the low point of her entire life, and the only thing she was happy about was that it wasn't Max pounding his cock into her defenseless rear. That would almost certainly have killed her.

Jack was in a considerably different mood as he fucked wildly into his blonde young wife's forever-stretched rectum. He sank his fingers into the soft elastic flesh of her bulging white ass-cheeks, savoring the sleek feel of her soft tender skin. He knew from the way his cock was growing and the tingling in his tightly drawn ball-sack that he was going to cum soon--going to shoot his hot load up into his whimpering little wife's guts. Things were going to be different from now on, he thought. This proud little bitch was going to lay down and beg for everything she got. She had defied him too long. Feeling ten feet tall, Jack dug his toes into the carpet and launched into the last few strokes that he knew would finally make him pop his nuts.

Pam also realized her husband was about to cum--fill her nether parts with the hot defiling semen she no longer wanted. Knowing she had no choice but to take it, the humiliated young girl determined that she would not give her husband the satisfaction of reacting in any way to what he was doing to her. The pain was no longer a problem--it was more or less gone. But it had been replaced by a strange numbing feeling far up in her plundered body that Pam regretfully had to identify as pleasure--an odd tingling pleasure that seemed to turn her inside out. I could cam this way, she told herself, hut I'll he damned if I will! Glancing over at Max, she saw to her disgust that he had his enormous cock in his hand, enthusiastically pumping it as he held her down with his other hand. Max was enjoying himself in the only way he knew how.

The eyes of the two men met. They stared at one another for a long moment, and then Jack knew it was time. His awesomely swollen cock began to jerk inside Pam's tight rectal passage and he could feel his testicles begin to shudder below, pumping up the hot sperm. Holding tightly to Pam's trapped little ass, he rammed into her for all he was worth, burying his cock to the hilt, flattening her ass-cheeks with his lean hard loins. As his boiling semen gushed up into his cliffs hitherto unused back passage, Jack glanced over at Max and saw that the big man was cumming, too. His thick white cum shot out of the end of his wildly jerking penis and sprayed all over Pam's back, flecking her with its slippery wetness.

Pam felt Jack's semen rifling up into her intestines, and she had to fight her body to keep from moaning aloud in ecstasy as her guts boiled with an obscene passion. I'll have to remember this, she thought bitterly, and try it some day with someone I like. She shuddered as Max's burning load slithered onto her back, and she wished she were able to wipe it away. She hated the man.

Finally the two men were finished, and Jack withdrew his fast shrinking cock from his wife's cum-slippery ass. She straightened up, stiff from being held down for so long, wincing at the double pain from her overused lower parts.

"Christ, that calls for a drink," Max crowed, stuffing his dripping cock back in his pants. He went over to the dresser and picked up a bottle of bourbon that Jack kept there, and was raising it to his lips when the door flew open. Anna was standing in the opening, one hand half-hidden behind her back.

"Had your fun, Max?" she asked in a cold, deadly voice.

"Sure, cunt," Max answered casually. "Why, you want some, too?"

"No, Max. You've had all the fun with me you're going to have." She let a long pregnant pause pass. "I just got a letter from my father… He told me everything." Max's face turned chalk-white, telling Anna everything she wanted to know. But still he tried to bluff it out.

"I'm tired of your wise-ass cracks, cunt," he snarled, taking a menacing step towards her.

"Uh-uh, Max," she said quietly, raising her hand. There was a gun in it.

"Why you stupid hitch," he snarled, taking another step. The gun roared, deafening everyone in the room. The bottle in Max's hand shattered, spraying a fountain of whiskey and broken glass into the air.

" Fucking… shit!" Max moaned, holding his hand, badly cut by the glass. Looking up he saw the murderous look on his former slave's face and began to back away. "Now take it easy, baby," he said nervously,

"take it easy."

"I won't kill you, Max, as long as you don't try anything," Anna snarled. "But you and I are going down to the police station. I'm sure they'll want to talk to you… about a little murder."

"No! You can't!" Max cried. "They'll hang me!"

"Twenty years too late," Anna said coldly.

"Wait!" Max pleaded. "Listen to me!" He was nearly groveling. "I'll make it worth your while. I'll give you money!"

"There's not enough money in the world to keep me from seeing you burn, Max," she replied, and Max read his doom in her face.

"Wait!" he said again, making one last try. He fished in his pocket with his good hand and held up a key. "You know that strong box in my room? This is the key to it, and inside there's a hundred thousand bucks in negotiable securities. It could be yours! You want to see me burn that much?"

A thoughtful look came over Anna's face. "A hundred thousand dollars?" she mused. "A person could go a long way on that."

Max tossed the key to her. "It's yours. You turn me in, you'll have to give it to the cops!"

"Okay, Max, you've bought your rotten life," Anna said, keeping a careful eye on Max as she bent over to pick up the key.

Jack and Pam had been watching this startling drama between Anna and Max, their mouths hanging open.

Now Anna turned to Pam. "Get dressed," she ordered. "We're getting out of here."

"But…" Pam started to say.

"But what? You want to stay with that turd?" she jerked her chin at Jack. "I'm going, and I'd sure like to have you along with me."

Understanding came into Pam's eyes, and casting one last look at her husband, she began to pull on her clothes.

"That's right," Jack snarled, "go with your lesbian lover. Now I know what kind of woman you are."

"Wouldn't that help your precarious little ego, junior," Anna laughed.

"But you should be one of the first men to know that I'm no lesbian, or have you forgotten the other night. Sure, I like to eat a little pussy now and then, but it's men for me, all the way. That's why I'm splitting and that's why I'm taking Pam with me. We're going somewhere far away from you two creeps, where I can show her what real men are like. Where she can forget gutless sadists like you two." Jack flushed, but the gun in her hand kept him silent.

"I'll have to pack," Pam stammered.

"Forget it, Pam," Anna replied. "Max's hundred thousand will buy us everything new from scratch. Just let's march out the door and get started." Then she turned to the two men. "I'm going to bequeath you two to each other," she laughed. "Max has the goods on you at work, and you can have him nailed for murder. Have fun with each other." She backed out the door after Pam.

"And Max," she said in a deadly voice, "you follow me or give me any trouble, I'll gut-shoot you." Then they were gone, leaving the two men alone.

They turned warily toward one another, each sizing the other up, searching for an advantage, wondering who could get the hooks in deepest.