Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book II

And then as she bucked uncontrollably against Vic Cain, she felt his plunging cock stiffen without warning and spurt its white-hot liquid far into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb. Jennifer moaned in frustration, for he had cum too soon, leaving her a second away from her own magical apex, and she strained against his rapidly deflating cock and cried out with anguish when he rolled away from her with a happy, satiated smile.

The fire burned on in Jennifer's churning thighs, and she waited impatiently for the next boy Stan would chose, "Oh God," she sobbed hysterically, "I'm going crazy! Someone! Anyone! Fuck me!"

Greg Mothra threw himself over the girl's squirming body without ceremony, straddling her stomach heavily, the soft whiteness of her writhing skin as it brushed against his dangling testicles causing his long, slender prick to jerk in anticipation. To the insatiable little girl, he was only a boy, a boy with a cock that could slice her burning pussy, and that was all that mattered, but Mothra had other indecent, perverted plans for his schoolmate's girl; he moved forward and lay his hard, wet penis between the valley of her full, fleshy young breasts and cupped his hands around their quivering mounds, pushing them together and trapping his pulsating cock softly between them Jennifer looked down her nose and watched the red bulbous head growing between her tightly held breasts, and could feel it throb against the sensitive tissue of her skin, sending further sheets of hotlicking flame down to the quivering slit of her palpitating cunt.

"No! Fuck me, fuck me, please, please! Not there! Not there!"

Mothra slid his blue-veined cock faster and faster between her straining breasts, ignoring her anguished pleas, saliva trickling from his puffing lips moistening the narrow valley and making the passage easier for his rampaging shaft. Desperately he pumped, faster and faster, and then before the teen-age girl's horrified eyes, his lust-built cum spurted out in hot sticky streams over her heaving young breasts, ran across her creamy white shoulders, splashed against her neck and chin, and sent droplets clinging to her cheeks, forehead, and flaying hair.

"Goddamn you!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, and cursed the boy with all the foul words that came to her lewdly deranged mind. "I want a man in me! I want a cock up my cunt! Now!" Her vagina was a steaming hot cavern that twitched like a nerve out of control, and her body was going to explode if someone didn't stuff his penis in her soon. She sobbed hysterically crying out for deliverance.

Stan Lubin grinned with cruel, salacious satisfaction as he saw the lovely little daughter of Roger Carmel writhing out of control on the floor. The teen-ager was beyond objecting to anything now, and she would probably welcome it, he thought gleefully. But he couldn't go too far, he knew; he had his orders from Tamera to do so much to this surging young female child and no more – and one didn't cross the orders of Sam Zeigler, even those given indirectly through Tamera and Vic – not if one wanted to keep a steady supply of passion-inducing marijuana coming. Anyway, what the hell; there'd be other times, other days… He turned to another of his teammates, who was stroking his own turgid penis, by the way he was moaning and whipping his hand over his shaft, he was about ready to shoot his cum straight into the air, and it would be a shame to waste it when there was Jennifer ready and willing to accept the load. "Ken, go get her, boy!" he said to King, one of the team's receivers. "Fuck her like she wants!"

Jennifer's eyes were glazed in uncontrollable lust, and all she wanted was to feel the deliciousness of a man fucking her. The young girl wanted her belly filled with great swirling pools of white hot semen and feel it shaking around wetly inside her…

The heavy body of Ken King flowed over her and once more she was lost in the sea of perversion and unquenchable desire. She fitted his oversized cock-head incautiously into the entrance of her pink-lipped, wet cunt, and frenziedly she locked her legs tightly around his back and jerked her hips up, gyrating wildly, holding the boy deep in her gripping vagina. King came quickly, his hot juice splashing her womb, and then she felt the cool rush of air against her fevered genitals as he left her. Before she could protest and beg for more or Stan could call out to the next boy, George Slade leaped up and grabbed her slim, tapered, wriggling ankles and thrust them up until her knees were hard against her swollen, still sperm-drenched breasts. As she lay so totally exposed, her hair-lined pussy splayed wide and her tender anus puckering in full view, the teen-aged boy rammed his trembling cock deep into her cum-filled cunt with a violent thrust.

"Ahhh!" Jennifer wailed as she felt the school boy squeeze his penis along the full length of her tightly clenching cunt, his body quivering from his delicious fucking, his hips surging against the soft flesh of her raised wide-splayed cervice and moon-shaped buttocks. His swollen cock-head hit the top of her burning channel, mashing her cervix, making her writhe hot and delirious. "Yes, oh yes… fuck faster… fuck faster…!"

The little, once-naive, once virginal teen-ager, strained desperately against his ramming prick and bucked crazily, arching and rearing her white, wide-stretched ass like the bitch in heat that she was, while George Slade groaned and whined with a torrent of insensible words and rotated his thighs, splitting the walls of her milking hot vagina with each pounding stroke. Then he gave a hoarse cry and the glans hole at the peak of his blood-swollen penis opened like the gates of a dam and wildly lashed hot, thick semen into her writhing belly, just as the others had, sending shivering geysers of hungry tension flooding through her loins, the wash of sudden excitement mixing obscenely with his molten cum juice spurting from his cock buried in her churning, still unsatisfied cunt. And then through the dulled screen of her drugged and orgiastic-maddened mind, Jennifer opened her eyes as the boy removed his limp cock and another boy took his place almost without a pause.

"That's it, Gene!" Stan urged the teen-age teammate whose nickname was 'Cowboy'.

"Yeah, man, she's one wild ride today!" And then he laughed with a barking, sinister laugh of utter contempt and lewd delight, as he added in reference to Roger's love of horses and horseback riding, "Too bad you don't have spurs, Cowboy, you could really make her buck!"

"Cowboy" Rogers giggled shrilly and pulled the unprotesting almost incoherent little girl on top of him, his prick slipping into Jennifer's overflowing, hot young pussy as he did; then holding her white, slippery thigh, he bounced her harder and harder on his length of shaft, while she arched over his pumping body and spread her legs wide on either side, giving all the boys a different, more provocative view of her now up-tilted anus and crevice of her vagina slit, which was wetly pink and nibbling at the virile penis sawing upwards into her tender hair-fringed cunt. She was moaning and groaning now, for although she was incapable of either controlling the boys or her own wild, spawning need to find final release from her spiralling excitement, the previous series of pummelling, cruel fucks had rubbed her thin, unaccustomed walls of her lubricious, tiny vaginal tunnel absolutely flooded, and the new and different cock slamming into her made loud wet sluicing noises in the other boys' cum as it plunged rhythmically in and out of her. When finally Rogers screamed out his bursting orgasm, and her womb was once more filled with alien, strange seed that hit her inner belly with savage, boiling cream, she dropped off of the boy and lay panting on the rug, her loins and thighs still twitching and jerking with unrequited lusts. But she gripped her small, young hands into fists and clenched her eyes shut and cried out in defensive agony: "No more… let me rest, please let me rest… my pussy is so filled… it hurts now… I must have a rest…" Her feeble pleas were directed as much to herself as to the ring of panting, lecherous young males, all naked and glassy-eyed with lewdness around her, for she knew that her body was crying out for more, ever for more… and she had to stop herself from demanding an other cock, or else she'd never be able to walk again.