Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book II

Mortified, Jennifer looked down between her legs at the exposed, hair-lined lips of her vagina, the cool air of the day wafting gently over them and making them tingle erotically. She swallowed hard and with her middle finger extended and her face shining with sweat and intense embarrassment, she slowly started to run her finger up and down the moist, wet, little valley between her wide splayed thighs, all the way from the gently quivering crevice where her tiny puckered anus nestled, up to the tightly ovalled mouth of her vagina, and above, where she touched the exposed, hard bud of her clitoris. A shock of sexual arousal passed through her as her fingernail grazed the tender bud, and she spasmed with a momentarily uncontrollable throb of desire.

The hapless, broken little teen-age girl realized then that she had been trapped in a depraved circus of evil lewdness, that her initiation was only an excuse for these tormenting teen-ager boys to wreak their licentious passions on her innocent body without any regard for her except the most callous of attitudes toward on object to use and abuse. She trembled with renewed fear, and wished that she could smoke still another of the dream-inducing marijuana cigarettes. But she continued to masturbate, her legs bent wide, and as her pink little cunt lips became used to her finger, they glistened with dewdrops of lubrication, and an odd flame of tingling started rising out of her belly, as if her depravity was as exciting to her as it was to the carnal, animalistic group of boys around her.

Stan Lubin was breathing heavily, the tantalizing sight of this young teen-ager fucking herself with her fingers driving his cock to wild throbbings. Without a look at the other boys, all of whom had gathered around the girl, he unbuckled his pants and stepped out of his shorts. Jennifer paused in her self-abasements, even though her hot, quivering little pussy was secreting a greater flow of sex fluids now, and her smooth inner thighs were trembling and beginning to buck from her manipulations. She saw through her lust and drug-fogged eyes the giant, blue-veined shaft and rich, blood-heavy head of Stan Lubin's cock – the cock which had broken her hymen only the night before and had sent her on a wild rollercoaster of magnificent thrills, and as she recalled the exciting fucking his penis had given her untouched vagina she shuddered with expectant horror. He was going to fuck her in front of all the other! Well, why not? Hadn't he done that last night, up at that cabin, the only difference being that the rest of them were doing the same to each other? A surge of obscene desire rippled through her, and she worked her fingers faster along her moist, pulsating cunt, readying it for his entry, a new salaciousness taking over her dizzy, subjugated brain as she gazed upwards at the boy working his hand up and down his throbbing, ridged shaft, the foreskin of his penis puckering over the engorged cock head, then wrapping itself back again over the straining shaft.

But Stan Lubin lowered his muscular body down near her mouth until she could see every grain, every pore of his prick in close-up, and he hissed menacingly at her: "Take my cock in your mouth, Jennifer. Take my cock in your mouth and suck me off."

The young teen-ager let out a mewl of surprised rebellion. She couldn't do that! Not after all of this, she still couldn't force herself to take his penis in her mouth, wrap her tongue around his sperm-loaded rod and… no! The girl reached up her free hand and cupped Lubin's young, virile testicle, kneading them tenderly. "Please, Stan. Not that. Fuck me in front of the others, if you want. Fuck me like you did last night. I want you inside me… now." Tears streamed from her eyes, running down her cheeks and soaking into the carpet. A trickle of the warm, clear liquid slowly dribbled between her heaving, hard-nippled breasts. "Fuck me, Stan… don't make me suck your cock."

"You don't hear so good, I guess," came his mocking voice. "I told you last night that I was going to have you suck me next time, and by God, it's next time right now! Goddamn it, you're going to do as you're told, you bitch! Now, put my cock in your mouth!"

She tried to resist, but the football hero wrapped his hands painfully in her black hair and brought her head up to where his cock weaved magically in front of her lips, and he held the moaning young adolescent girl steady, unable to move. "Hurry up, you fucking bitch, hurry up! My balls are ready to explode!"

Jennifer stared at the writhing cock-head of Stan Lubin's hot young pick which glistened wetly with its thin sheen of lubrication, and it seemed to her a symbol of everything despicable and sick in the world at that horrid moment. The marijuana dulling her mind was a blanket which thankfully diffused some of the stark terror and made her a meek, quivering slave to the whims of the devilish high-school boy who kneeled naked in front of her, and she knew inside her that she was going to have to obey him without further question, that it was too late. She'd said she would be part of the group no matter what, and now that she was here, if she tried to back out, she knew instinctively that he would stop her. And then in would be worse – far worse for her than if she submitted now.

"Ohhhh," she mewled in abject misery, and bent her head forward.

She kissed the tip of his purplish cock-head hesitantly, and tasted the pungent tang of male secretions for the first time, in her young life, and its distinctive spice instigated wild tremors coursing through her… But instead of disgust and a feeling of nausea which she had thought she would experience, the rippling spasms of emotion were of delight, for incredibly she had to admit the taste of his cock was actually pleasant to her. It was hard, yet fleshy and resilient, and gave her trembling young lips a peculiar feeling of warmth and desire as if the boy's penis was some delicious stick of candy which she couldn't get enough of. Tentatively, still unsettled and fearful about this new discovery, Jennifer lavished her wet, slippery pink tongue along his whole glans, then brushed and grazed along the palpitating, heated shaft from its wide underside to its coronal ridge, washing and playing and caressing with increased fervor with every lapping stroke.

Then she parted her glistening lips and opened her fevered mouth and slid his penis along the full-length of her tongue, while tiny drops of lubricating fluid seeping from the tip of his cock, filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent, salty taste. Yes, she had been wrong! She had thought she'd hate to suck on a boy's cock, but now, forced to do it, she was finding the lewd perversion extremely exciting, and with out further hesitation she began to bob her head up and down along his expanding cock shaft, feeling its head hit the back of her throat. She moved so that she could continue to slide the fingers of one hand in the throbbing young curls of her black pubic hair, and beyond, into the open wet slit of her clasping pussy, feeling her vaginal walls squeeze against her hungrily probing finger. Jennifer Carmel became increasingly wild with frenzied new sensations churning in her belly and loins, erotic fermentations that she'd never dreamed could exist. The delicious masculine piquancy of the boy's genitals was driving her almost to the point of orgasm, and more and more her mind singled out the one burning craving to suck him until she could taste his sperm. Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his pumping shaft and throbbing head, while Stan commenced a slow undulation with his hips, sliding his thick, wet cock in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth in time to her own movements, his hands still viciously entwined in her hair.

The sight of the now crazed young teen-age girl's naked body slavering to make the groaning boy empty his balls into her mouth was entrancing to his other teammates, and spurred on their own young, insatiable passions. The collection of muscular high-school football players gaped as tingling sensations of lewd, voyeuristic delight coursed through their minds, and they one by one began to undress and strip off their clothes until they were as naked as Jennifer and Stan. Some dropped to lie on their back and massage their engorged, aching pricks with their hands, a couple even helped rub each other cocks in mutual masturbation, but all were drawn with envy as the daughter of Roger Carmel sucked with tight, elastic lips the cock which was fucking her mouth, her cheeks hollowing on the out-stroke and expanding obscenely on the instroke. The child's eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of animal lust that sent shivers of excitement through them as well as her own naked body, forcing her hand to rub her pink, wet pussy lips with faster and faster abandon and sink two, then three of her fingers into her quivering, lust expanding cunt hole, and she began to gyrate and undulate her hips in total lewd-abandon. Some of the closer boys could even see thick fluid, a combination of saliva and secretions, dripping from the corners of the girl's mouth and run in tiny streams down her cheeks as the little innocent daughter and the others reveled in the cruel humiliation which Stan Lubin was subjecting her to. All the boys were able to view through the daze of their own mounting desires Jennifer's soft, wet mouth clasping greedily the growing penis pumping into her face, the thin, tensile rim of her lips clinging to the throbbing shaft as though clamped there by unseen fingers.