Ms. Brown fixed the drinks and sat down next to her. She was in a red vest-top and skinny jeans. She also looked divine.
“So Sally, how come you’ve invited me back to your place. I thought I scared you off last Christmas,” Ms. Taylor said playfully.
Ms. Brown took a deep breath before answering. “We had such a laugh this evening and Dave’s away and I just fancied a bit of company tonight,” she said. I could tell she’d had a few drinks: her words were slightly slurred but at least she had gained enough dutch courage to go through with the plan.
They looked at each other for a few seconds before Ms. Taylor lent forward and kissed her. Ms. Brown pulled back for a second before kissing back. I got my cock out and began to stroke it. I checked to make sure this was all being captured on the laptop’s hard disk.
They kissed passionately for a few minutes. I was impressed with Ms. Brown: if she was acting it looked like she was throwing herself into her role. I groaned in lust as Ms. Taylor’s graceful hands began to gently stroke Ms. Brown’s big fat breasts through her red top.
They snogged heavily for a while longer before Ms. Taylor took things a step further by standing up, kicking off her heels and unzipping her dress. She dropped it unceremoniously to the floor to reveal her outstanding figure.
She was wearing white underwear — a pretty bra that supported her large boobs delightfully and a high cut pair of knickers encasing the most perfect bottom I had ever seen. I hadn’t imagined that anyone could have as luscious a body as Ms. Brown but Ms. Taylor’s stunning body was every bit as desirable. My hand sped up as I watched her urge Ms. Brown to take off her top to reveal the slutty red bra which I loved.
I could tell Ms. Brown was tense as they embraced once more, their breasts pushing up against each other’s. And when Ms. Taylor bent down to kiss Ms. Brown’s nipples through her scarlet bra, she let out a squeal of alarm.
“Are you OK, Sally?” Ms. Taylor asked, looking up in concern.
“I’m just nervous, Emma. I’ve never done it with a girl before.”
“Don’t worry. Just lie back and relax while I…” Ms. Taylor reached around her and unclipped her bra skilfully to reveal Ms. Brown’s flawless yet substantial boobs.
I sighed deeply: I was about to see real lesbian sex. And between two stunning women.
Ms. Taylor’s long pink tongue expertly snaked out and flicked Ms. Brown’s stiff pink-brown nipples, who began to groan hornily. There was no doubt she wasn’t acting now. I recognised the sound of her heartfelt lust.
“Oh fuck yes,” I murmured as Ms. Taylor removed her bra and guided Ms. Brown’s hands to her fine tits. I glimpsed her dark brown nipples before Ms. Brown’s delicate white hands engulfed them.
I had agreed with Ms. Brown that at the point both of them went topless I would have enough footage to carry out a successful blackmail but I decided to let things go just a touch further before I intervened. Just how far would she go?
I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Ms. Taylor moved her hand down and undid Ms. Brown’s jeans without moving her mouth from her left breast.
“Oh shit,” Ms. Brown cried in, I’m guessing, a mixture of yearning, frustration and panic. But she lifted her hips so that her jeans could be removed. Her bright red g-string came off almost immediately and Ms. Taylor’s hand slid between her legs.
“Oh, Emma!” Ms. Brown exclaimed in lust as Ms. Taylor began to masturbate her with steady circular strokes of her fingers.
I decided I couldn’t wait any longer. I uploaded the video recorded so far to safe storage on the net and then copied it to my ipod before slowly making my way downstairs.
At the foot of the stairs I crept carefully to the living room door.
“Oh, fuck me,” I muttered. Ms. Brown was grunting in abject abandonment of any worries she might have had. Ms. Taylor face was buried between her lithe legs as she licked her cunt with the utmost enjoyment.
I smiled as I slowly walked in with my ipod in my left hand and watched Ms. Brown’s almost-pained expression as she panted, eyes shut. Ms. Taylor’s glorious bottom, still in her virginal white panties, pointed at me, begging for attention.
I stroked my cock as I watched them, listening in wonder as Ms. Brown’s yelping became more and more high-pitched. Suddenly she cried out incoherently as an orgasm shuddered through her body.
“Oh, yes, Emma,” she murmured.
She opened her eyes and gasped in surprise at me causing Ms. Taylor to look up at her face. Slowly she turned round.
“Oh, my god!” she shouted as she saw me, covering her breasts with her hands. “Jake! What’s going on?” she exclaimed her eyes darting to my erect penis.
I decided that I should be aggressively direct. No need to pussyfoot around. The nuances of the situation were pretty obvious.
“Now, I don’t think I’d be exaggerating to say that that is the most glorious sight I’ve ever seen. Wow, you two are seriously hot together,” I chuckled unpleasantly. “Well, done. Ms. Brown, you were brilliant. Did you, by any chance, enjoy that more than you thought you would?”
Ms. Brown’s face was red in humiliation; she had made no attempt to cover up her naked body. “Sally, what does he mean?” Ms. Brown asked, the realisation that she’d been betrayed visibly dawning on her.
She gazed at Ms. Brown’s mortified expression and her eyes flashed angrily.
“Oh. I see. You bitch,” she said furiously. I grabbed her hand before she could slap Ms. Brown.
“Please calm down,” I said amusedly.
“Oh, Emma. He made me do it. He’s blackmailing me and he wants to blackmail you now,” Ms. Brown sobbed.
“What do you mean? I actually thought you liked me.” Ms. Taylor’s magnificent wrath contrasted starkly with Ms. Brown’s pathetic whimpering.
“I do like you. Just not in that way…”
“Actually,” I interjected, “it seems to me that Ms. Brown likes you more than she’s willing to admit. She certainly enjoyed that an awful lot. You must really good at going down…”
“What the fuck is going on, Jake!” Ms. Taylor interrupted.
“What’s going on is that I’ve just filmed you licking Ms. Brown’s pussy,” I said, pointing out the webcam.
She moaned in dejected realisation.
“And I want from you what she’s been giving me.” I sat down next to Ms. Brown and tweaked her nipples.
“You bastard,” she replied vociferously.
“Well, maybe I am, but you can hardly blame me now.” I pushed Ms. Brown to her knees in front of me and fed her my cock. She began to suck me dutifully.
“Oh my god! That’s sick. I’m getting out of here!” Ms. Taylor screamed, grabbing her dress.
“Before you go, you might want to see the video of you that I’ll be posting. I think there’ll be a lot of interest at school.” I showed her the ipod so that she could see herself and Ms. Brown in action. “Of course I’ve already got some copies safely tucked away.”
To be fair to her, she didn’t cry but, after a livid pause, sat down in an armchair, holding her dress in front of her.
“What do you want?” she asked icily.