An Unusual Blackmail

by blackrandl1958

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Reluctant, Blackmail, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Brother, Sister, Light Bond, Interracial, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: She makes a huge mistake in a real estate deal. Someone finds out and blackmails her.

Mrs. Andrea Brooks was what many would consider the ideal woman. She had the perfect life, married to a successful businessman, two children, aged 8 and ten that never gave her a minute's trouble and a successful real estate career. She was 32-years-old and in the prime of her life. She knew she was beautiful, but she didn't take herself seriously. She was kind and generous, a member of the PTA and on the youth counsel at her church. They had been struggling a bit financially. It was a tough economy in Cleveland and sales were down at her husband's business. He sold and repaired copy machines and people were waiting for an uptick in the economy before buying new machines. It was winter and the housing market had been down for several years anyway. Winter was always slow and she thought she was going to have to sell her new Dodge Challenger and get something she wouldn't have to make payments on.

When the she landed the Greyson listing, she thought it was a godsend. She had two clients to show it to and the second had seemed very interested. They were having a little trouble with financing. They had put down earnest money and believed the bank would approve them in a few days. It was a sixteen million dollar listing and she was charging them seven percent. She would be making more than one hundred thousand in commission. She didn't feel good about the couple getting the financing they needed.

When the Chapman's called her and wanted to see the property she told them she already had a contract on it. They wanted to see it anyway in case the contract fell through. She agreed to show it to them. They loved the house and wanted it right away. Andrea wished they had seen it first. She didn't think the other couple was going to be approved anyway.

Mr. Chapman told her he had cash to pay for the house right away. He offered her an unusual arrangement. If she would agree to sabotage the finances of the other couple he would pay her twenty five thousand in cash and close tomorrow.

Andrea knew she could do it, and the thought of how much she needed the money and wondering how she would make her next car payment, she agreed. She felt very guilty but she needed the money and she reasoned that they probably wouldn't be approved anyway.

She called the bank and talked to the loan officer. She expressed her doubts about the couple's financial stability and he thanked her for telling him. The couple called that night and told her that they would have to look for financing elsewhere. She told them she would have to cancel the contract and she sent them back their earnest money.

She called Mr. Chapman and told him she had made the arrangements. He met her at her office and signed the papers on the property. He handed her a check for the twenty five thousand and her financial problems were over for a while. She breathed a sigh of relief and a great burden was lifted from her shoulders. She didn't want to tell her husband about the money. She knew he wouldn't approve and so she opened a new account at another bank. She dipped into it occasionally when she wanted something and life slowly returned to normal.

She hadn't thought about it for over a year when the manila envelope arrived at her office. Her secretary handed it to her and she put it on her desk for a while before she thought about it again. She opened the envelope and her heart hammered in her chest. Someone knew! There were documents showing the loan cancelled on her recommendation, the account number of her bank and even a copy of Mr. Chapman's check. There was a note in the envelope and her world crumbled as she read it.

"Mrs. Brooks," the note read.

"I know what you did. It should be obvious that I have the documentation to prove it. I know you don't want anyone to find out. I won't tell your husband or the people at church. I won't even tell the board of realtors, the Securities and Exchange Commission or the IRS. It will be our secret so long as you comply with my demands. I don't want money, Mrs. Brooks. I know you don't have any. If you tell your husband he won't be able to help you. Likely he will divorce you and take your children. You will spend a long time in jail. On Saturday you will tell your husband you have an open house on a property you are selling. You will go to 1241 Myrtle Street. There will be one of your real estate signs in the yard. The door will be unlocked. You will go upstairs to the master bedroom. There will be an envelope and a case on the bed. You will do exactly what the directions in the envelope tell you to do. Any failure on your part to perform the smallest detail will result in the disclosure of our secret. If you comply, I will give you all the information and you will be free to go about your life. I require one day of your life. After that you will never hear from me again."

Andrea sat in her chair numb with shock. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Her first thought was to reveal everything to her husband. She loved him very much and she knew how he would react. He might very well divorce her. What could he do anyway?

She deeply regretted her actions, but she was guilty of several crimes and she was helpless. She spent Friday in a state of shock, going through the motions of her life. Her children noticed and asked her if she was ok. She burst into tears and ran to her room, crying helplessly. She composed herself and apologized to them, hugging them and telling them she was ok.

She told her husband what she had been instructed to and dressed like she was going to a showing. She got in her shiny black Challenger and drove to the address she had been given. She loved her car but now she hated it. If only she hadn't been so greedy. She dreaded going into the house. What could they possibly want with her?

She got out on trembling legs and went to the door. It was a large; two story house that seemed like someone lived in it. She saw the sign in the yard. She wondered where it had come from. The door opened silently and the interior was silent. She crossed the thick, padded carpet and slowly climbed the stairs. Her heart was pounding as she opened the door to the bedroom and peeked inside. It was empty but there was a briefcase and an envelope on the bed. She opened the envelope with trembling fingers and a note fell out. It was typewritten and her horror grew as she read it.

"Mrs. Brooks," it read. "You have complied with the first part of our directions. In the briefcase are items you are going to use. There is a camera, a tripod and a vibrator. You will set up the camera to focus on the bed. You will check to make sure the camera is working and focused on the bed. Then you will strip in front of the camera and use the vibrator to bring yourself to orgasm. When you have done so, you will shut off the camera and return to the bed. There is a hood and a pair of handcuffs in the briefcase as well. You will put on the handcuffs and place the hood over your head. There is a lock on the hood. You will close the lock and wait for further instructions. If you comply with these instructions, you will not be hurt. If you fail, you know the consequences."

Andrea's heart sank. How could they ask her to do such despicable things? She had never masturbated in her life! It was so sick and disgusting. What kind of people did this? She couldn't imagine making another person do this perverted thing. They wanted her to masturbate for the camera!

She wasn't going to do it, she decided. She would rather go to jail! She stood up resolutely and went to the door. The thought of her children stopped her with her hand on the knob. She might never see them again!

Her feet dragged her back to the bed. She looked at the vibrator and her legs trembled. It was huge! It looked like it was eight inches long and very thick. It was shaped like a penis and there was a button on the end that turned it on and off. She took the camera and the tripod and set it up. She turned it on and checked it to make sure it was working and focused. When she was satisfied she returned to the bed and sat down. She cried miserably as she began to unbutton her white blouse. How could she do this? Her sobs continued as she took it off and slid down the zipper of her black skirt. She felt so naked and vulnerable in her bra and panties.

She reached back and unhooked her bra and let it slowly slip down her arms. Andrea was a little bit ashamed of her breasts. Their size and prominence had always bothered her. Since they had begun to grow in the seventh grade the attention they attracted always embarrassed her. She tried to hide them beneath thick bras and conservative blouses. Her nipples weren't huge but they always seemed to be hard and sensitive. Now they jutted forward from her chest and she blushed furiously. They were amazing; the shape was female perfection. They were very full and round, not a hint of sag in spite of their weight. Her areola were puffy, forming miniature cones on the tip of each big breast.

She tried to keep one arm crossed over her nipples while she slid her panties down her trim hips and slender legs. Her little patch of well-trimmed, golden curls matched the hair on her head. Her waist was tiny and her hips flared into womanly curves. Her butt formed a perfect heart shape and there were a pair of dimples on her back above each firm cheek. She worked hard to keep that butt in shape and her work had obviously paid off.

She sat on the bed and reluctantly reached into the case and took out the vibrator. She shuddered when she touched it. Holding it in her little trembling hands she pushed the button and felt the vibration it gave off. It had settings and she tested them. The vibration sped up and she turned it off.

She wept helplessly and lay back on the bed. She turned the disgusting toy on and tentatively touched it to her pussy. She jerked as if she had been shocked and pulled it away. Her sobs shook her small frame and she touched it to herself again. She shuddered and gasped as the toy pushed against her labia and sent shockwaves through her clitoris. She hated this, she told herself. She didn't want this, but unless she brought herself to orgasm she was in big trouble. Andrea thought about her husband and imagined that they were making love. She felt her pussy grow moist as the vibrations stimulated it. It seemed to her that her husband rarely wanted to make love anymore. Twice a month seemed like their average for the last several years. Andrea was never aggressive enough to initiate sex, but she wished he was more interested.

She rubbed the head of the vibrator over her clitoris and felt it enlarge and emerge from its hood. She slipped the head of the latex penis inside her pussy just a little and her hips began to make involuntary circular motions as she slid it deeper into her moist depths. It was bigger than her husband's penis and she wondered how much she could take inside her. She put five inches inside and the vibration was making incredible sensations inside her. She was reaching a depth that had never known penetration before and it hurt a little. She accidently pressed down on the artificial penis inside her and it pressed against the top of her pussy, striking against some nerve bundle inside her she never knew existed.

She groaned in surprised pleasure and stimulated the area with the vibrator, sending wave after wave of incredible pleasure through her pussy and exploding through the rest of her body. She was lost in a haze of sexual energy and her free hand moved to her breasts to squeeze and roll her nipples. She slid it down across her belly and rubbed frantically at her clitoris, her hips thrusting forward in coital motions.

Her muscles went taut and she whipped her head from side to side, her long blonde hair flying. Her whole body began to quiver as she pumped the vibrator in and out of her wetness, over that special spot she had found.

A loud groan tore from her throat as she began to spasm in orgasmic convulsions. The most powerful sensation she had ever known tore through her body and she thrashed on the bed in wave after wave of pleasure. The sensations grew rapidly painful and she slowed her motions, only her hand squeezing her nipples now moving until at last that too ceased and she lay motionless and spent.

After five minutes she roused herself a little and noticed a red light blinking on top of the camera. She was not aware that the signal was being broadcast to a monitor outside in a utility van across the street.

Andrea remembered the rest of her instructions and the horror returned to her mind. She picked up the handcuffs and fearfully fastened them around her smooth wrists. The hood terrified her. It was black velvet and she sobbed as she picked it up. She slowly turned it, examining it with horror. It seemed like some doom, represented by the hood, awaited her.

She put it on but couldn't bring herself to close the lock. The darkness was terrifying and she discovered that there was a mesh patch in it that allowed her to breathe freely. That encouraged her and she closed the lock with a snap.

Immediately she grew claustrophobic and attempted to open it. It refused to open and she panted in fear. They had promised not to hurt her, she reminded herself. Maybe they would just take the tape and leave. They didn't want her to see them take it. She wondered if her blackmailer was male or female and what kind of sick and perverted people they must be.

She heard the camera make three beeping sounds and the sound of feet coming up the stairs. The door opened and she heard footsteps crossing the carpet toward her. They stopped in front of her. She trembled in terror.

"Who are you?" she cried. "What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can," a woman's voice spoke.

Andrea felt a surge of relief. Women were softer and gentler than men and surely a woman wouldn't hurt her.

"Please don't hurt me," she begged. "I did what you told me to do. Please, I just want to go home. I've never done anything to you. I'm sorry about what I did with the house. I needed the money badly and I made a mistake. Are you punishing me?"

"I promised not to hurt you," the woman said. "I'm not going to hurt you and I'm not punishing you. I don't care that you did a crooked deal. That's not what this is about."

"What is it then?" Andrea begged. "What do you want?"

"I want to make love to you," the woman said. "I first saw you several years ago and I've kept track of you ever since. I saw how beautiful you were. I wanted to see you without those frumpy clothes you wear. I wanted to have you and I found a way. I knew you'd never let me love you so I found a way to make it happen. I'm sorry I frightened you. I'll never mention the deal you cooked again. No one will ever know. I have something better now. I have your tape you just made. No one will ever see it if you'll let me make love to you. I saw how you came on my little toy. You're a very sensuous woman, Andrea. Why do you try to hide that?'

Andrea was in shock. This woman wanted to have sex with her! Her mind was so confused she couldn't think clearly.

"What ... what do you mean I try to hide being sensuous?" she stammered.

"You never dress sexy. You always wear baggy tops that hide those stunning breasts. Your skirts all come to your knees and they don't show your amazing curves. I could tell you were gorgeous, but it seemed like you were trying to hide it."

"I ... I ... I'm not a slut," Andrea said. "I don't like men drooling over me. I don't like to be looked at like that."

"Why not?" the woman asked. "You're beautiful and sexual. The way you came for the camera proves that. You're going to like making love to me and I'm going to show you how beautiful your body and your sexuality really are."

"No, please," Andrea begged. "I don't want to make love to you. You're a woman! It would be wrong. I'm not a lesbian!"

"Neither am I," the woman said. "I like beautiful things. You're very beautiful and I like you. If you could see me you might think I was beautiful too. Do you like beautiful things?"

"Yes," Andrea sobbed, "but I don't want to do this. Please don't make me do this. I love my husband and I've never been unfaithful to him. I've never even thought about it."

"Why not?" the woman asked. "Does he keep you satisfied? How often do you fuck? Once a week if you're lucky? Does he think about your needs?"

"Not very much," Andrea confessed. "We hardly ever make love."

"How could any red-blooded man be married to you and not fuck your brains out constantly?" the woman asked. "I would fuck your brains out every day if you would let me."

Andrea felt very conflicted. This strange woman was being nice to her and she obviously admired Andrea and thought she was beautiful. The idea of another woman wanting her in a sexual way was strange but somehow exciting.

She heard clothing rustling and the sound of a zipper sliding.

"What are you doing," she cried fearfully.

"I'm taking my clothes off," the woman said. "It isn't fair that you should be the only one naked."

"Please," Andrea begged. "Don't do this. It's so weird. I don't want to do homosexual things. It's sinful!"

"How can something that's going to make you feel so good be so sinful?" the woman asked.

"It's not going to make me feel good," Andrea protested. "It's going to be horrible!" She broke down and sobbed into her handcuffed hands.

"No, baby; you're going to love it," her blackmailer told her. "Lay back on the bed now."

"No, please, I'm begging you! Don't do this," Andrea sobbed.

She felt a hand on her head, pushing her gently back and she collapsed sobbing onto her back. She felt her hands lifted over her head, causing her breasts to thrust out and she heard a click as another handcuff was attached to her wrist. The woman pulled her to one side of the bed and she heard the handcuff click again. The handcuffs holding her wrists together opened and her other arm was pulled out wide. She heard another click and she tested her arms. Both hands were now secured to the bed and she was spread out and helpless.

"I wish I didn't have to do this," the woman said. "I wish you'd just make love to me willingly."

"No, I don't want to do it at all," Andrea said.

"If I take the handcuffs off will you be a good girl?"

"Yes, you don't need them," Andreas said bitterly. "You have that sick tape you made me make. Why do you need to handcuff me?"

"I didn't know if you would be reasonable."

"Nothing about this is reasonable," Andrea said. "I won't fight you though. If you'll promise to give me the tape after you let me go, I'll do anything you want."

She had become resigned to her situation. There was nothing she could do. She realized that she was totally in this woman's power.

"Will you take the hood off too, please? You don't need to be afraid I'll see you. What would I do? Go to the cops and tell them I'm a criminal?"

"I would like to see your beautiful face," the woman said. "I'm glad you're being so reasonable, Andrea. My name is Skye, in case you were wondering."

"Please Skye; take these things off of me. I promise I'll be good. This hood is very hot and my wrists are hurting."

"I'm sorry, honey. I'll take them off."

Andrea felt hands at the lock of the hood and it was pulled up and off of her head. The light blinded her for a minute and she felt the sweat cooling on her face. As soon as her eyes adjusted she looked around and saw a beautiful black girl standing beside the bed. She had a mop of coal black ringlets on top of her head and she was naked. She looked very slim and fit. Her skin was a light mocha color and looked very soft and silky. Her breasts were small and cone shaped with little, slightly darker, nipples capping them. Her pussy was shaved bare and Andrea could see a hint of light pink between dusky pussy lips.

"Please, take the handcuffs off," she begged. "I won't try to escape. I'll just lay here if that's what you want."

The girl moved to the headboard and unlocked one arm. She climbed across Andrea and she gasped as the girl straddled her breasts to remove the other. Skye's pussy was exposed to her gaze and she saw a glistening of pink moistness between the dusky labia.

Skye took the arm she had just freed and kissed the red mark on Andrea's wrist.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I promised not to. Do you forgive me?"

She scooted down until her breasts pressed against Andrea's and looked into Andrea's blue eyes with her emerald green ones.

"You have amazing eyes," Andrea told her.

"Thanks. My father was white and I got the eyes," she said. "I got a little of his skin too, I think. You have such beautiful blue eyes too, Andrea. That's the first thing I noticed about you."

"What are you going to do to me?" Andrea asked.

"I told you, I'm going to love you. I'm going to love you for the rest of the day and then you're going to get dressed and go home."

"What about the tape?" Andrea wanted to know.

"I'm going to keep it for three months," Skye said. "After three months if you haven't had an attack of conscience and turned yourself in to the police and I'm safe, I'll send it to you."

"How do I know you won't make copies and put them on the internet?" Andrea asked.

"I'm not a liar," Skye told her. "Have I lied to you?"

"No, not that I know of."

"You'll just have to trust me. You don't really have a choice," Skye said. "No, I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said that. I don't want to threaten you Andrea. Can't you just forget about how we met and make love to me?"

"How can I forget? You made me make that horrible tape. You threatened to turn me in!"

"Did you like making the tape?" Skye asked.

"Well, not at first. It was horrible!" Andrea began to cry. "It was so embarrassing and it made me feel dirty."

"I'm sorry, honey." Skye held Andrea's face between her hands and kissed her. "You liked it at the end, didn't you? You came like an atom bomb! Have you ever cum like that before?"

"No, but I didn't like being forced to do that. That was so mean!"

"I know, baby. But if I hadn't been mean, you would never have done it. You're too uptight and repressed to ever explore yourself and be free like that. I can set you free, Andrea."

"I don't ... I can't ... it felt so amazing! It scares me, Skye. It isn't supposed to feel good to do depraved things like that."

"Yes, but it does. You loved it! You forgot all about the camera, that I was making you do it and you just came! Don't you want to feel like that again?"

"Yes, but I shouldn't. I can't cheat on my husband!"

"With me? Am I going to take you away from him? I wish I could, but I only have one day! How is that cheating? Cheating is when you take another man's cock in your pussy. Why should you worry about him anyway? He doesn't worry about you. Do you think he's faithful to you, Andrea?"

"Yes, I mean, I think so. He'd ... Do you know something, Skye?"

"If I did, would you want to know?"

"No, I don't ... oh my God, you do know something! He's cheating on me!"

Andrea began to sob brokenly. "That's why he never wants me, isn't it? That's why he's never home. That's why he takes all those trips. The bastard is cheating on me! Skye, we're going to make love and you're going to fuck my brains out. You promised me you would."

"That's my baby," Skye kissed Andrea's full, puffy lips. "You need to get you some, honey, and I'm going to give it to you."

Skye's luscious lips pressed against Andrea's and their tongues dueled as they became more excited. Andrea felt her breasts pressed against her lover's and their hard nipples produced an erotic friction as they pressed together. She felt the younger girl's hands caressing her sides and sliding between their bodies to cup her breasts. Skye's fingers tweaked her already sensitive nipples and she moaned against the girl's lips. Skye's lips left Andrea's and began to nibble along her jawline to nuzzle her neck and sensitive earlobes. Andrea shivered and wrapped her arms around the smooth brown back, marveling at the play of her muscles under the silky milk chocolate skin. She moved her hands down to cup Skye's slim round butt and she had never felt such perfection. She liked beautiful things too, she decided.

Skye slid down until she could reach Andrea's breasts with her lips, fastening over one fat little nipple. The sensation made Andrea gasp. She had always had sensitive nipples and the feeling of this beautiful girl suckling like a baby at her nipple sent sparks through her body. She felt moisture flood her pussy and she tangled her fingers in the shiny black ringlets. Skye didn't leave the other nipple to feel neglected. Her lips closed over it and her teeth gently scraped over it. Andrea's nipples had always embarrassed her. They were almost always hard and made embarrassing little bumps under her blouses. Now they felt amazing and alive under Skye's tongue and lips. She moaned in disappointment when Skye's lips left her nipples but drew in her breath in a gasp when the girl's fiery lips traced a line down across her soft tummy to her navel. She felt a little pointed tongue dip in and her belly involuntarily sucked downward as it tickled her. She giggled as the lips traced their way south, nipping at the little tuft of blonde curls before firm hands parted her thighs and she felt hot breath on her pussy. Skye's tongue made a tentative swipe up the lips of Andrea's pussy, causing her to twitch involuntarily. The tongue returned more firmly and probed her opening, parting the fleshy lips as Andrea's hips bucked.

She couldn't believe this girl was licking her pussy. No one had ever done this to her before. The intense pleasure was driving her wild and when Skye's tongue teased her clitoris she exploded with incredible pleasure.

"Oh, God! Oh my God, Skye; no don't do that! You're driving me wild. We shouldn't ... I can't ... oh God, don't stop, honey. I feel ... I feel..." her voice turned to unintelligible moans as the powerful orgasm swept through her, causing her thighs to tremble and her head to turn to one side, the tendons in her neck straining and standing out. A flush spread across her face and upper chest and the spasms of ecstasy shook her inexperienced body. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she feared that she was going to pass out.

"Skye, I need to stop. You're killing me. I can't stand any more. Please, honey, Oh God, I need to stop."

A cramp seized the tender muscle of her inner thigh and she scrambled frantically away so that she could stretch out her leg. The wide splayed position had become unbearable and the sensations radiating out from her clitoris and pussy were causing an overload.

Skye released her squirming lover and moved back up until she could reach Andrea's lips again. She kissed her tenderly.

"You came so good for me, baby," she whispered against Andrea's lips. "Oh, God, I could fall in love with you. Did you like that, sweetheart?"

"Jesus, sweet Jesus, Skye; that was the most intense thing I ever felt. I thought I was going to die from cuming so hard. How could you do that though? Wasn't it gross?"

"Not at all; it was wonderful. You taste so sweet, Andrea. I knew you would. I loved it. I loved making you cum. You look so amazing when you cum. I just want you to feel good. I want to make you feel good. That makes me so happy, knowing I can do that for you. I've wanted to do it for a long time. Aren't you glad I made you do this?"

"Yes, I am now," Andrea said. "I hated you for making me feel so dirty and ashamed. I guess you knew me better than I know myself. I never dreamed I would let another girl do that to me or that I would ever like it. Maybe I am a lesbian. Do you think so? I never cum like that for my husband."

"Does he lick your pussy?"

"No, he thinks it's disgusting. I could barely get him to touch it. Do you think I'm a lesbian?"

"No, probably not. You just like making love; it doesn't matter who you do it with. If they're beautiful you're going to love it. Will you do that to me, Andrea?"

"Yes, but I'm afraid I won't be very good at it. I've never done it before. Have you made love to a woman before?"

"Yes," Skye said. "I've made love to another woman twice. I was in college and my two roommates and I fucked once when we were drunk. I never even really thought about it again until I saw you. I knew I had to have you. You were so sweet and innocent and sexy I just knew you'd be the fuck of the century. You are too. God I love you, Andrea. Will you love me, just a little?"

Andrea pushed Skye over onto her back and bent her head to lick one little pointed breast. She pulled the milk chocolate nipple into her mouth and made love to it like Skye had done to her. The girl's reaction was immediate and she moaned and tossed her head from side to side.

"That feels so good, Andrea," she moaned. "I knew you would be so good. I've been burning up wanting you. If you suck on the other one I'll cum for you."

Andrea couldn't believe she found this beautiful black girl so hot. She moved her lips across Skye's chest and captured the other nipple between her lips while her fingers rolled the first between them. Skye's slender frame shook and bridged up off the bed as she came explosively. The pent up desire she felt for Andrea for months flowed through her and she groaned out her pleasure. Andreas continued her worship of Skye's body as her mouth kissed its way south. Skye's smoothly shaven mound passed under her lips and she could smell the girl's aroma. It was heady and intoxicating. She had expected the sensations of her lips on another girl's pussy to me unpleasant but Skye just tasted like fresh girl and her moist pussy was like a tangy candy under her tongue.

Skye was in heaven. The goddess she had admired for so long was hers and they were making love! She didn't last three minutes with Andrea's longue lashing her clitoris and caressing her inner pussy lips until she was crying out her pleasure again. She felt Andrea slip a finger inside her and she continued to cum for what felt like hours. The sensations began to overwhelm her slender body and the pleasure became painful in its intensity. She pulled at Andrea's arm and her lover reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled away from that delicious flower and back up to receive Skye's kisses and passionate embrace.

They lay, lips touching with their arms around each other and their pussies touching.

"You were amazing, baby," Skye whispered. "Thank you. You can't imagine how much I wanted that; wanted you."

"I guess bad enough to blackmail me and make me rape myself," Andrea laughed.

Skye chuckled. "I'm so sorry, Andrea. I never wanted to cause you any worry or pain, but I knew you would never have voluntarily made love to me, would you?"

"No. I still don't know why I did. I was so angry at my husband for cheating on me and you were so beautiful and you were being so nice to me. Who is he cheating with, by the way?"

"Your church secretary, for one," Skye said. "You know, the little brunette that looks about 18?"

"That bitch!" Andrea exclaimed. "No, I blame my husband. She's still a bitch, but she isn't married to me."

"The amazing thing is how stupid your husband is," Skye said. "He has the hottest woman I've ever seen practically begging to be fucked at home and he would rather fuck some skank on the side. What an asshole!"

"I know, right?" Andrea said. "I don't know what I'm going to do about it."

"I have pictures, texts and Instagrams," Skye told her. "If you want to, you can divorce him and take him for everything he has. I think the girl's a minor. You could probably land him in jail. Andrea, will you stay and make love to me some more? I won't threaten or blackmail you anymore. You can walk if you want to."

Andrea thought about it for a minute. "No, I'll stay. I'm sort of afraid I'm becoming a lesbian though, Skye. I've never felt like you made me feel before."

"There's only one way to find out," Skye laughed.

"What? How would I find out?"

"Find a guy and fuck him."

"Skye, I can't just go up to some random stranger and say, "I want to fuck you to see if I'm a lesbian."

"I have an idea," Skye told her.

"What? Are you going to blackmail some guy to fuck me?"

Skye laughed. "No, I'm through with the blackmailing business. I got what I wanted," she cupped Andrea's pussy in her hand. "Let's take a shower, baby. I want to wash you all over. Besides that hood made you sort of sweaty. I'm sorry, Andrea."

"It's ok. It was terrifying, but it got me you. Don't ever do anything like that again."

"No, of course I won't. You go and get the water warm. I need to make a phone call."

She got out her cell phone and Andrea went into the bathroom and started the shower. It was huge and had jets that came out of the walls and floor. The water warmed instantly and Andrea got in just as Skye joined her.

They played with each other for 30 minutes as the steam filled the room. Everything was new to Andrea and Skye was totally enchanted by her new lover. They soaped and scrubbed each other and neither girl had ever seen anything that attracted them more than the butt of the other girl. They stood together under the water, letting it cascade over their slick bodies as they cupped the other's butt in their hands, their pussies rubbing together and the friction making them both so horny that they finally turned the shower off, dried each other with fluffy towels and collapsed in each other's arms on the bed.

Skye climbed on top of Andrea, turning so that her pussy was directly over Andrea's face and giving her access to her most intimate places. She feasted on Andrea's slickness while Andrea probed her pussy.

Andrea was in heaven. The joy she felt with her lover was greater than anything she had ever known. She could feel Skye's fingers pulling apart the lips of her sex and probing at the treasure within. Suddenly Skye turned so that they were face to face, their pussies grinding together in lust. She could feel Skye's fingers and tongue on her pussy and her mind fogged in confusion. Skye's hands were on her breasts, twisting her nipples gently and Skye's lips were locked to hers, and yet she could feel lips on her pussy! She attempted to look down to see what was happening but Skye refused to allow her lips to escape.

The lips on her pussy were removed and she felt pressure on her labia as if someone were inserting their finger into her pussy. The pressure grew to a tremendous level and something huge pushed between her dripping pussy lips. She exerted herself and pushed Skye away.

Her eyes widened in shock as she saw a slender young black man kneeling between her thighs. She looked down his muscular body and her eyes widened with fear. An impossibly huge black cock was an inch deep in her little blonde pussy! The contrast between her white thighs, blond pubic curls and pink pussy lips with his chocolate skin was stark. His dark chocolate cock was stretching her poor little pussy beyond anything she had ever imagined. She began to panic.

"Skye!" she cried. "What are you doing? What ... who ... please, someone is fucking me!"

"Shhh ... it's ok, baby," Skye reassured her. "This is my brother Benjamin. Benji, I see you've already introduced yourself to Andrea."

"What is he doing?" Andrea began to cry. "He's fucking me, Skye! Don't let him fuck me! I can't fuck him, it's not ... it's," her voice caught in her throat as he pushed another two inches of that monster rod into her.

"Please, God, I can't fuck you," she wept. "I'm married! Please don't let him fuck me Skye. Please, I'm begging you, don't do this!"

Skye kissed her into silence. "You said you were afraid you were becoming a lesbian but you didn't want to fuck a random stranger. This is my brother. You can trust him. He'll be nice to you and give you the fuck of your life. If you like it, you can fuck him whenever you want to. If you don't, he'll go away and you'll know you like girls."

"Please, Skye, I can't. I mean I literally can't. He's killing me. His cock is too big! My God, Skye, he's splitting me apart. I can't take it."

"Yes, you can, baby. You'll stretch out and be just fine. Trust me. He'll be gentle, won't you Benji?"

"I won't hurt you, Andrea," he said. "I'll go slow and gentle. God, she's beautiful Skye. I see why you love her."

"You're already hurting me," Andrea cried. "It hurts now. It's too big and you aren't wearing a condom. What if I get pregnant? I can't have a baby, especially not a black baby. How would I ever explain that to my kids? I don't mean to sound racist, but this would ruin my life. Please, you're really hurting me. I can't take it."

"How big is your husband's cock?" Skye asked her.

"I don't know, I've never measured it. Maybe it's about five inches?"

"The vibrator was eight inches," Skye told her. "Did that hurt?"

"Yes, it did at first. Not like this though. I tell you, I can't do it. Please Benji, take it out, I'm begging you."

He backed slowly out. "Ok, Andrea, it's out. I really think you'd enjoy it if you'd give me a chance."

"No one can take that," Andrea said as she stared at the huge pole. "It isn't possible."

"What if I do it first and show you it is?" Skye asked.

"Skye!" Andrea was genuinely shocked. "He's your brother! How could you even think about doing something like that? It's incest!"

"We talked about this already," Skye told her. "I like beautiful things. Isn't Benji beautiful?"

Andrea looked down at the young black man. He looked very much like Skye. He was darker and very muscular but slender like Skye. She couldn't take her eyes of that huge cock. It was impossible for a human to have that large a cock!

"Yes, he is beautiful, but he's your brother!"

"Yes, and you're a woman. I've fucked you twice today. You fucked a piece of rubber and loved it. I've fucked Benji half a dozen times in my life. It's always been good. I thought he was going to kill me the first time, but after I got warmed up, it was one of the best fucks of my life. I like fucking you better, I'm sorry Benji, but that cock feels really, really good inside you. Let me show you, baby. Help him put it in me."

Andrea couldn't believe she was going to do this, but the thought of Skye letting her brother put his enormous cock in her pussy made her so horny she was on the verge of an orgasm just thinking about it.

Skye got off of Andrea and moved over beside her onto her knees, her gorgeous ass thrust up in the air and her breasts flat on the bed. As Benji moved behind her Andrea sat up and watched. The massive cock fascinated her and she watched as it moved close to Skye's pussy lips.

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