Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book II

"N – now me, Stan," groaned Lance Retliff in a stammer of lusting head. "You – you promised I could have her too, after the others… I gotta have her or, or I'll cum all over your rug, I will!"

"Sure, Lance," Stan Lubin said to the great, hulking Negro team member. "You can have her, and right now."

Jennifer opened her eyes, and her shocked gaze fell on the black boy's monstrous penis pointing directly at her. She gasped in abject, astonished fear. She couldn't take his huge cock even if she wasn't so wretchedly, painfully exhausted! He'd split her open from anus to navel, she knew it! And… and he was a Negro! Frantically, with visions of her ripped and torn body bleeding on the carpet flickering wildly through her cringing mind, Jennifer looked around the room. They couldn't allow this to happen! They couldn't!

But all she saw were horribly excited young faces and eager sweaty bodies, and heavy, excited breathing. All of the young football team members were wide-eyed and eager for Lance Retliff to cruelly ravish her white quivering body with his burnished black penis. The Negro stepped to the tortured girl, his ebony penis rearing out from his muscular dark stomach like a third leg, his two great, sperm-laden testicles swinging below. Jennifer, through wide-splayed thighs, watched in frozen awe as the black-skinned torso descended over her like night across the sands of a bleached desert, and a shock rippled through her as her straining, defenseless cunt felt the trembling, wet head of his mammoth prick graze her already sperm-drenched vaginal lips, the shock of which traveled from the base of her loins to the top of her skull, where it shattered in a cascade of licentious abandonment. Her pussy jerked involuntarily forward to nibble hungrily at it, and nothing else existed in the world except that huge, fiery sword of black, hard flesh. She had to be filled in spite of what the Negro might do to her, and gone were her natural prejudices against his race, her principles, her humiliation; there was only the teasing reality of his probing cock crawling between her hot, steaming vaginal furrow, tracing lines of tiny wet circles of anticipatory secretions as it searched for her pulsating, bearded little cunt mouth. The alien cock jostled for a moment against her pink ragged edges of flesh, insinuating itself gently between them – and then Lance Retliff flicked his hips and forced his blood filled cock brutally into the open lips of her rubbery flesh.

Jennifer threw her head wildly from side to side. "Aggggg!" she screamed and desperately kicked her legs, trying to free her impaled little cunt. In her wild passion she'd overestimated herself, and she'd been right with her first, fearful reaction: his Negroid cock was too big! But Lance Retliff grinned lewdly down on the white young teen-age girl and levered his hands into a push-up position and slid another inch of his relentless monster into her excruciatingly painful vagina. Jennifer screamed again – another inch burrowed inside her…

"Nooo… nooo," she sobbed hysterically, tears gushing from her swollen eyes, but her struggling protests and resistance only brought more crushing thrusts from the Negro boy until his black cock plowed through her rippling pink soft flesh and smashed her inner organs into tight tiny balls that could not breathe or move. His penis was coming out her throat, out her mouth, curling around her brain…

Suddenly it stopped with an earth-shattering jolt as Lance thudded heavily against her white, up-turned buttocks, his inflated, sperm-bloated balls smacking heavily into the widespread crevice, and his huge ebony cock was imbedded to its hilt. The boy lay still for a moment while the bereaved pale-skinned daughter of Roger and Lonnie Carmel became adjusted to the presence of his huge shaft, and he lewdly savored the way her pain-contorted face slowly relaxed, her gnashing teeth opening with a soft sigh. Then, unable to control himself further he began a slow revolving motion with his hips, a slight sawing motion as he ground his cock in and out of Jennifer's moist, wide-stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her pain-wracked body hard against the floor, expanding her still cringing walls of her vagina until she fit around his instrument like a well tailored glove of flesh.

The rapined, drugged little teen-ager was dimly aware through the haze of pain and desire that the rest of the boys were closing in, peering unbelievingly within inches of Lance Retliff's huge buried member, amazed that the tight, slender cunt they had seen before was capable of swallowing the whole of his black shaft. From both sides hands came out and began to rub lewdly over her moon-shaped buttocks, pulling and teasing the fleshy hair-covered lips locked so tightly around the pumping Negro boy's penis, and more hands clawed over every part of her skin until she thought she was covered with a thousand tiny insects. The living room became a giant octopus of grasping tentacles reaching out to help the obscene crushing of her moral and physical being. Weird sensations tingled through her helpless body as the outrageous debasement and subjugation brought strange masochistic pleasures seeping through her every sinew and marrow, and her hips started an unconscious response to the black cock fucking her and the thousand fingers groping at her and the mass of leering faces surrounding her.

"Ohhhh, yes, yes…" she crooned. "Oh God yes, fuck me like this…" She squirmed lewdly among the myriad hands teasing her flesh. Cocks were everywhere, the boys of the football team stroking them over her in time to the lewd black and white flesh smacking together before them – long ones, short ones, fat ones; she was a prisoner of them and the great ebony piston fucking into her deliciously wet and expanding cunt.

"Oh, don't stop, don't ever stop!" she grunted and she gyrated her thighs and buttocks faster in a vain attempt to match the poles of hardened flesh above her and in her, and then she felt her hands uncontrollably grasp a couple of the wavering penises and she started to stroke them visciously and hard in communal rhythm to the shaft of anthracite-like penis pummeling her throbbing vagina. She was no longer a little, despoiled youngster, but a great morass of flaccid female flesh, unable to think or breathe.

Then all of a sudden, the Negro boy's cock inflated momentarily and he too grunted out his release of alien semen, shooting the hot, torrential flood of sperm deep up inside her, the load ricocheting wildly back against her battered cervix and flowing obscenely down from her matted hair-lined cuntal lips to drip down between the white crevice of her still uncontrollably convulsing buttocks and stain the rug. Other penises similarly exploded, bathing her in a shower of mixed semen as the lustful, virile young boys from her high school drenched her already sticky, wet flesh, her proud, darkly-nipple breasts, her passion lined face with surges of hot, white, gushing seed.

And Jennifer's long-sought wish came true, for the utter lewdness, the total rage of unhindered salaciousness had finally been enough to trigger her own impending climax simultaneously with the boys' urgent releases. She screwed her tight, young buttocks up hard against Lance Retliff's still squirting penis in her cunt and with a scream between her wide open, sperm glistening mouth, she felt her newborn tender young body burst into a Roman-candle of colors and stars, orgasmic juices swirling from the depths of her womb and churning obscenely together with the black boy's alien seed. She screamed, her legs flailing the carpet on either side of his rampaging thighs and the cock fucking her, and then her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed as Lance slowly removed his limp penis from her semen-drenched pussy.