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Pam Hollister knelt down and dug her hands into the soft loamy soil around the rosebush, delighting in its rich, earthy feel. It was a beautiful day. Wearing her white shorts and halter, she was out in the front yard, working in the garden.
This is what 1 wanted a house of my own for, she thought happily. Pam had a natural green thumb and thrived in the out-of- doors, planting, tending, and harvesting plants. Roses were her chief delight, and that was one of the reasons she had fallen so much in love with this house when she'd first seen it. Each side of the front walk was planted with long rows of tall, beautiful rosebushes. They had suffered somewhat from lack of care while the house had stood empty, waiting for them to move in, but now Pam was making it up to them... pruning, watering, fertilizing, and, in general, making life pleasant for the roses.
Maybe Jack wasn't so wrong, she mused half-guiltily as she leaned forward, on her knees, loosening the earth around the roots of one particularly beautiful plant. Maybe you have to make some sacrifices in order to have good things.
Like the house, for instance. Pam realized that it was expensive and that they could never have afforded it if Jack hadn't been making so much money at work. Pam knew she'd never agree to some of the things that Jack thought he had to do to make his job secure, but it certainly didn't help matters any for her to offer nothing but negative comments. Maybe she should have put up with a little more from J.B. the night of the office party. No, I could never do that! she thought, shuddering a little as she remembered the old man's slimy touch on her naked shoulder. I have to draw a line somewhere! Maybe there were ways she could be of help to Jack, in his struggle to get ahead.
Pam felt a rush of affection for her husband. He's been so sweet since the party, she thought happily. It had been over a week since that unpleasant night. After she'd gone home early, she waited with dread for Jack to come in. She'd expected him to be angry with her, accusing her of ruining his chances for advancement, berating her with his usual charges of prudery and self-conceit. But he'd been strangely subdued when he'd come home, almost contrite. He took a shower, claiming that someone had spilled a drink on him at the party, but when Pam looked later, she had been unable to find any stains on his clothes. She finally decided that perhaps he'd just wanted to clear his head and freshen up. He's been a doll since then, she thought gratefully.
The house was in good order now, everything in its place, and Pam was fitting into it like a bird into its nest. Yes, it's time I backed Jack up in his efforts to give me things like this, she thought resolutely.
And it was time she did something more positive about that other matter too. Pam couldn't help blushing as she thought over her efforts to liberate herself sexually, starting more than a week before with that wild masturbation session in the bathtub. There had been other similar experiences following it, and Pam thought she was making some progress, but not enough. Though she was able to let go more when there was no one there but herself, she could still sense a blank brick wall somehow blocking her full sexual release. And what will it do for Jack if I just learn to make love to myself, anyhow? she wondered. Maybe I'd better go try to find some kind of kelp. Pam had been reading about some of the successes women like her had had with the new breed of sex therapists. She'd even read about doctors who provided male stand-ins--sex surrogates--to their women patients. I imagine Jack would think that was going a little too far, she thought almost giggling to herself. But something would have to be done, and soon. She and Jack hadn't made love since that dreadful morning almost ten days ago. Let s face it, old girl, she told herself, you're getting horny. And what about Jack? He must be the same way. If she didn't watch out, he might be forced to turn to other women!
As she bent over her rose bushes, lost in her private thoughts, Pam didn't notice a man approaching--Max Flaherty. Christ, look at that ass! he thought excitedly, staring at the way Pam's tight shorts stretched tautly over the crouching girl's well-rounded buttocks. I bet I'll have a handful of it within a half-hour! He was standing right behind Pam before she realized it. Sensing that she wasn't alone, she glanced back and saw his feet, within a yard of her.
"Oh!" she gasped, spinning around on her knees.
"Take it easy," he grinned down at her. "It's just old Max, your neighbor."
"You... you startled me," Pam said nervously. She was still crouching on the ground. Seeing Max staring intently down at her, she wondered for a moment what he was looking at, and then she remembered that she hadn't worn a bra under her halter-top that morning--the day was so warm--and he could undoubtedly see a lot more of her than she wanted him to.
Max thought the same thing as he stared hungrily down at Pam's half-naked breasts. The thin halter-top had fallen away from her body a little as she spun around, and at the moment he could see almost the whole of one large shapely breast. He wasn't sure, but thought his view extended right out to the edge on one pale-pink nipple. But the tantalizing glimpse of Pam's lush bosom was cut off as she quickly got to her feet, self-consciously pressing one hand to her breast.
What does he want here? she thought. Pam had never liked Max, and this was the first time she'd ever been alone with the big man, and she didn't like it, even if it was out there in the open.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Flaherty?" she asked, attempting to be polite.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something in a few minutes," he answered.
What a fanny thing to say, Pam thought, a little on her guard. "How's your niece Anna?" she asked, looking for safe conversational subjects.
"Guess your old man hasn't had the guts to tell you, huh?"
"W-What?" Pam gasped out, trying to make sense out of Max's deliberately upsetting words.
"Oh, come on now. You don't expect me to believe you didn't know what was going on?"
"I-I... don't know what you mean," Pam stammered, wondering if this awful man's cryptic words were genuinely hinting at what they seemed to be hinting at.
"My niece... Anna! He fucked her the night of the office party!"
Pam started to speak but no sound came out for a moment. She didn't want to believe Max, but suddenly she knew why Jack had taken that shower when he came home from the party. "You... you get out of here!" she managed to gasp at Max. "Stop saying such horrible things."
"Oh, isn't that sweet," Max sneered. "The faithful wife, ready to believe in her hubby till the bitter end. Well, baby, I just came over here to give you a little advance warning before the shit hits the fan."
"What do you mean?" Pam asked, sensing the threat in Max's heavy voice.
"I mean I'm pissed off that your punk husband has been dipping it into Anna. She's my meat, and I'm gonna bust up his little game. When I get finished with him, he'll wish he'd been born a eunuch!"
"You're not going to..."
"Beat him up? Hell, no, I'm going to do a lot worse than that. I'm on my way down to see his boss and tell him what kind of a man he has working for him."
"No!" Pam cried, seizing his arm. "Y-You can't do that! It would mean his job!"
"That's just what I figure, baby. From what Anna tells me, that job is his whole life. Well, I'm going to take it away from him!"
"They'll never believe you at the office," Pam exclaimed. "I-I don't believe you myself."
"Oh, don't you, baby? Well, they'll believe me down there, because I got the whole damned thing down on film." He half- lifted a large thick envelope out of his pocket and then let it slide back down inside.
Pam's head was spinning dizzily. A few minutes before, she'd been happily tending her roses, and now her whole world was crashing down around her head. Jack? Anna? He's been unfaithful to me! the young housewife thought in agony. Almost as painful as Jack's betrayal was her disappointment in Anna. She had felt a genuine liking for the older woman, and had hoped they could become friends. That was hardly possible now. And what was that Max was saying? That he was going to ruin Jack at the office?
Pam tried to get her emotions back under control. Every wife has to face this possibility, she thought desperately. Jack had been unfaithful to her, that was bad enough, but it was something they might be able to hammer out together. But if Max carried through his threat and went to see J.B...
That would destroy Jack!
"Wait!" Pam said desperately as Max started to walk away, grinning triumphantly. "Please don't do it!"
"Not a chance, baby. I wanna get even, and these pictures are gonna do it for me."
"Wait!" she said again, thinking rapidly. "I-I'll give you a thousand dollars for those pictures." Max stopped abruptly.
"You serious ?" he asked thoughtfully, turning around to stare at the distraught young blonde.
"Yes!" she said, with more determination this time. "I'll give you good money for them, if... they turn out to be what you say they are."
Max looked around carefully, as if afraid of being heard. "Well, now, little lady, maybe we might have something to talk about." He had a hard time not laughing at the look of sudden relief on Pam's innocent face. Oh, you simple little cunt! he thought to himself, but continued to play the game, looking around again as if he suspected that they were being observed. "Yeah, maybe we can do it," he growled, "but not out here."
"We'll go inside the house," Pam said quickly, and turned to lead the way, unable to see the look of sudden triumph on Max's heavy face. She opened the door, and when the big man had come in, she closed and locked it after them, having picked up some of his feigned nervousness. "All right, let me see them," she said firmly, holding out her hand.
Without a word, smiling, Max reached into his coat pocket and fished out the envelope, handing it to her. With trembling fingers, Pam opened the envelope and pulled out several glossy photographs. She gasped when she saw the first one.
It was Jack, naked! Anna knelt in front of him, her lips pressed obscenely to the tip of his rigidly erect penis!
She looked at another. Anna was sprawled lewdly in a chair, her legs hooked up over the arms, and Jack was approaching, his cock hard and enormous, heading straight for her wide-open genitals. In the next one, he had buried his huge cudgel part-way up inside Anna's vagina, and from the look of ecstasy on her face, she was enjoying it very much.
Pam felt suddenly sick. Unable to look at any more of the pictures, she let several of them fall to the floor from her nerveless fingers. Gathering her strength, she quickly bent to pick them up. All right... I'll pay you for them. But I'll have to write you a check."
"Just as long as it doesn't bounce," Max said cheerfully, grabbing the photographs back.
Pam went into the other room to get her checkbook. She had already looked inside the envelope and was relieved to see that the negatives were included. She had heard of people who had paid for things like this--paid blackmail--and then had the negatives held back. She quickly wrote a check, realizing she'd have to beat Max to the bank so she could transfer some money from her savings to her checking account. It does pay to have money sometimes, she thought as she wrote the word "thousand" on the check.
Coming back into the living room, Pam handed the check to Max and then reached for the pictures.
"I don't know about all this," Max said, pulling the envelope back just out of her reach.
"I've paid you... give me the envelope!" Pam said, her voice becoming a little desperate.
"I-I just don't know," Max said. "This seems too much like, well... blackmail. Do you think this is right?"
"What kind of game are you playing?" Pam asked in desperation. "We made a deal. Give me those pictures!" She tried to grab the envelope from Max, but he easily held her off. My God he's strong! she found herself thinking.
"No... I just can't do it," Max said, tearing up the check in front of Pam's unbelieving eyes. With horror she watched the tiny pieces of colored paper drift to the carpet.
There goes Jack's future, she thought, knowing she didn't have the strength to get the photos away from Max by force. "Oh, please, don't use those pictures against my husband," she begged, thoroughly shaken.
"Well, maybe there's another way out," Max said solemnly.
"Oh, please, anything," Pam replied, hope kindling in her again. "Do you want cash?"
"Now, you've got me all wrong, Pam. You may not realize this, but I'm a religious man. I read the Bible a lot--that's why I turned down the money." Max was intently watching Pam's face, thoroughly enjoying the fear and apprehension his words were writing across its lovely features. God, it's... it's like taking candy from a baby, he thought gleefully.
"Yeah, I read the bible, and I bet you do too. Remember that part, 'an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, or... a cunt for a cunt!"
Pam gasped out loud as she finally understood what he was driving at. He wanted to take out Jack's crime on her body!
"I can see from your face you got the idea," Max chuckled. "Your old man fucked my woman... I'm gonna fuck his!"
"Never!" Pam said, horrified at the idea.
"Well, it's that, baby, or these pictures go to your husband's boss."
Pam felt trapped. It would have been a lot easier for her to refuse and order Max out of the house if she hadn't already tried to pay him for the pictures. Doing that, she had firmly instilled in her mind the overriding importance of getting control of the evidence that could cost Jack his beloved job. If her mind hadn't been so rattled, she might have remembered that just a few days ago she had felt that the best thing for Jack would be to get out of the office and away from that evil old man who was slowly corrupting his ideals. But, hurt and confused by the visual evidence of Jack's infidelity, and with a woman she had thought her friend, and bullied by Max's ominous presence, the frightened young girl was in no condition for clear, logical thinking.
"I... I..." she stammered, trying to find some other way out.
"Good, That means you'll do it!" Max exclaimed triumphantly.
"Nooooo. I mean... I don't know..." Pam said haltingly.
"Well, I ain't got all day," Max shouted, suddenly savage. "I got an appointment already with that old bastard. So make a decision... now!"
Pam stood, swaying irresolutely. "I'll do it!" she said suddenly, not letting her mind dwell on the full meaning of her words.
"Atta girl," Max said with a lewd smile. "Your husband fucked Anna in the living room. You want it here, too?"
"N-No," she said in a weak voice. "We... we'll use the bedroom." She had decided on that, simply because the bedroom was further away, and would use up some more time... put off the horrible or, deal she knew that lay ahead. She looked at Max with revulsion, wondering how she was going to be able to let him touch her body, when she already hat trouble enough with her husband. She hated the triumphant leer on his coarse features as his hungry eyes took in the body he knew would soon be his to do with as he wanted.
Max was happy. He'd been successful again in his favorite pastime--blackmail. But, where other blackmailers went after money, he went after pussy. That was how he'd gotten Anna, and now, he thought, I'm gonna get to throw it to this gorgeous little blonde bitch! Max's eyes sweeped appreciatively over Pam's shrinking figure, as she stood helplessly before him. For the past few minutes he had been hungrily
watching the exciting way that her large, full breasts bounced and jiggled, braless under her skimpy haltertop. Well, what the hell! he thought. Broads that dress that way deserve to be flicked, teasing men until they think they're gonna shoot off in their pants!
"Okay, baby," he said, shooing her along ahead of him. "Let's make it to the bedroom."
Just in an effort to keep her distance as Max came towards her, Pam found that she had been backed into the bedroom-hers and Jack's! She had her arms crossed nervously over her lewdly exposed breasts, as if she still believed she could protect herself from this huge, grinning man to whom she'd already promised her body.
"Okay, little lady, are you going to take off those clothes, or shall I do it for your" Max grated out, obviously eager to get started. Pam couldn't move. It had been a lot easier, there in the other room, to promise this brute what he wanted. But to actually take her clothes off in front of him... ! Pam just couldn't do it!
"Okay, if that's the way you want it..." Max said, and he suddenly lunged toward her. Pam tried to slip away, but he was surprisingly fast for so big a man. His big meaty hand locked on the front of her halter-top and pulled hard. Pam was jerked forward when the strong material refused to tear, but the catch behind gave, and she felt a sudden wave of cold air over her upper body and found herself standing naked to the waist, her bare breasts quivering nakedly before Max's leering gaze.
Too stunned to even think of covering herself, Pam found herself panting. At first she thought it was from fear, but bit by bit the stunning realization came to her that it was something else entirely.
She was sexually excited.
With amazed disbelief, the raggedly breathing young girl felt a hot trembling need building up in her belly, and looking down, she saw that her nipples were rapidly hardening, not from the cool air that played over their tender pink surfaces, but from passion!
What's the matter with me? her mind screamed, but her body already knew.
She wanted to he raped!
Almost as in a dream, Pam felt a strange metamorphosis taking place somewhere deep in her psyche. That unbreakable stone wall that had always stood between her and full sexual release was slowly crumbling, as she stood there, helpless and partially naked before a brute of a man who intended to use her body for his own pleasure whether she wanted him to or not. Hating herself every moment, Pam felt the last of her defenses crumble. She was helpless to move, and stood docilely while Max quickly stripped her white shorts and underpants from her quivering body. She was naked before him, this near-stranger, but instead of shame, she felt instead a warm trickle from her vagina that told her that her passion juices were flowing freely, readying her body for what she knew was going to happen to her, and worst of all, wanting it to happen.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Max asked suspiciously. He stepped forward and took a closer look at Pam that told him all. She was breathing heavily. Her eyes were shining strangely, her face was flushed. He might still have been able to pass it off as fear, but for one thing...
The musky odor of a thoroughly aroused woman, emanating strongly from her shapely loins.
"Well, I'll be Goddamned," Max said in a hushed voice, hardly able to believe what was happening. He stared at the lovely young woman standing nakedly before him, at her large, swelling, tip- tilted breasts, her tiny virginal pink nipples hardly visible at the tips, blending in with the creamy smoothness of the luscious twin orbs. His gaze flickered lower, over her visibly shivering belly, and then down to the sparse triangle of silky blonde pubic hair that barely covered the full fleshy lips of her cunt. Her legs were slightly parted, and he could clearly make out where her vaginal juices were already slightly darkening her golden pussy- fur.
Christ, she's gorgeous! he thought in stunned awe. And she wants me to fuck her! Not wanting to waste another moment, Max began to struggle out of his clothes. His cock was already hardening, and he had trouble working his shorts over the stiffening shaft, but in a very few seconds he was standing completely naked before Pam, his huge penis jerking higher with every heartbeat.
My God, it's big! she thought in awe as she stared, hypnotized, at his immense rod of flesh. So much bigger than Jack's. How can a woman take a thing like that inside her without being split in two? she wondered in sudden fear. She felt covered with guilt as she stood there, naked before this near-stranger, her body crying out to be taken by him, and used in any way he saw fit. Unable to understand why she felt this way, Pam was unable to effectively battle it. All her life, in ways both subtle and obvious, she had been taught that sex was dirty, an evil act that carried pain and suffering with it. That had always been in the back of her mind when she would make love to Jack, and her brief experience with the young sailor had only served to strengthen those feelings. Every time she gave herself willingly to Jack, a dark, hidden part of her mind had screamed guilt at her. Instinctively she had pulled a portion of herself back from the act, as if this somehow diminished her responsibility.
But now it was different. There was no question of her going willingly into this act. She was being forced! Freed of the guilt of willfully choosing what her soul believed to be inescapably evil. Pam was suddenly freed from her obsession, and her body, long starved of the natural reactions of love, was reacting powerfully. Oh, God, rape me! Rape me! it was crying, and her mind could no longer turn off its burning need. Pam had no conscious knowledge of all this. All she knew was that her senses were totally aflame. With a mixture of horror and hungry desire, she watched Max approaching nearer and nearer. Her loins burst into flame as she watched his blunt fingers working over the end of his mammoth organ, lewdly pulling back the thick rubbery foreskin to reveal the bloated purplish head beneath.
"Bet you never saw anything like this before," he gloated and Pam had to admit to herself that she never had. Jack's penis was big, but compared to Max's enormous weapon, it looked friendly and harmless.
"P-Please..." she managed to gasp out, not sure herself what she was begging for.
"You bet, baby," Max leered, interpreting it his own way. Striding quickly up to Pam, he seized her trembling nude body in his powerful arms and crushed his lips to hers in a crude, wet kiss. Pam was aware of his thick hot tongue invading the inside of her cotton-dry mouth, but even more aware of his enormous cock, pressing painfully into her soft belly. Her legs turned to water and she went limp in her ravisher's arms.
"Too much for you, huh, baby?" Max grunted, keeping her from falling. Half-picking her up, he carried her over to the big double bed and dumped her unceremoniously on the bedspread with her torso-well up on the mattress, but her long shapely legs dangling over the edge. Pam was aware that her thighs were spread shamelessly opens baring her seething genitals to Max's fascinated gaze, but she felt too weak to move.
Almost reverently, Max knelt between the panting young blonde's lewdly spread legs, his gaze never leaving her nakedly displayed cuntal slit. The soft blonde pubic hair formed a thin golden screen over the quivering pink flesh beneath, and reaching forward he slowly pushed the soft tendrils out of the way. Christ, what a cunt! he thought with enthusiasm, his hungry eyes drinking in Pam's glistening inner slit, gleaming wetly behind the outer protection of her full fleshy pussy lips. Got to touch it.
His thick fingers reached forward again, fondling Pam's half- hidden genitals. She shivered as she felt his hands on her most secret parts, knowing she should resist, do her utmost to stop this man from taking what by right should belong only to her husband. She felt her legs twitch in reaction as Max's groping fingers titillated her obscenely responding cuntal flesh.
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