Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book II

"On… on your knees, Lonnie-baby," Zeigler groaned, his licentious excitement aroused beyond belief by the mere sight of her voluptuous body. Her inspiring nudity with her erotic, pleasure filled thighs, perfectly formed hips and legs, trembling, begging vaginal lips – never in Zeigler's debauched life had he seen such perfection! "On your knees…" he husked impatiently.

"Why?" the bitterly humiliated young wife mewled. "What… what are you going to do to me?"

"Just a little fun, Lonnie-baby," Zeigler crooned hoarsely. "Don't you worry none. You're going to get the ride of your life, because Big Daddy Sam here loves to fuck ass."

Ass! He wants to put his giant penis up my anus, to clam in my rectum! Lonnie had prepared herself a little bit, as much as she could, for any thing he had wanted of her – but this, this sodomy between her buttocks wasn't human! It wasn't right! He couldn't mean what he said, he was only trying to frighten her further, to make her crawl and plead with him. He wouldn't dare make love to her there, like some rutting animal!

Rough hands suddenly pressed against her firm, hot flesh, Zeigler's massive paws digging into the resilient, protesting skin of her buttocks and thighs, leaving painful red marks of his clawing fingertips. "I said turn over, bitch!" he snarled impatiently. "Turn over, or by God, I'll break your arms!"

Whimpering, sucking back her desire to cry out in torment and horror, Lonnie Carmel obeyed, rolling over and then kneeling with her head pressed tightly into the sheets, her frail little hands clutching desperately at a pillow for support, the full, white moons of her buttocks stretching up in sacrificial offering to the lewdly uncontrollable gangster. God! Zeigler heatedly thought, my balls are aching… and he longed to thrust forward, into the narrow teasing slit of the clenched, soft crevice between her quivering cheeks. But he knew that this was the moment for the conquest of her mind, now that the first stage of physical submission had been successfully breeched, and the change of spirit was best accomplished with softness.

He slid to his knees behind her wavering white buttocks, leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss with his thick, slavering lips on the thin, pink folds of flesh which covered her protruding vagina, and he felt her quiver and heard her groan slightly as her body trembled from his moist contact. Then he ran his long, wet tongue slowly and teasingly down the full length of her tightly clenched crevice, and with gleaming eyes, perceived that the submissive wife slowly let the straining muscles of her inner thighs relax and the beginning formation of aroused moisture gleaming on the soft pubic curls lining her cuntal lips as Lonnie let her buttock cheeks slip wider and wider apart.

Lonnie had geared her mind to the fighting of pain and subjugation, but not the softness and pleasure she was feeling now as Zeigler pressed his open mouth hard against the pink lips of her vaginal slit and thrust his tongue deep inside the smooth, fleshy folds of her gently throbbing cunt mouth. She squirmed slightly, and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so she couldn't slide from him, and then he began to work the whole inner crevice, sucking and licking at it crazily as her buttocks throbbed and swayed around his face. The unexpected switch from brutality to caressing tenderness had, in spite of her vow not to succumb physically to his rapacious demands caught her off guard, and she sensed a great weight being released from around her constricted heart and soul, and unconsciously, the unbelievable relief that follows such lifting of a burden began to allow her body to respond sexually.

"Ahhhh," Jenny Carmel's young mother sighed as slowly she found herself being unwillingly but irresistibly drawn into desiring more delicious and lewd sucklings of her loins, and from deep within her belly and flowering, palpitating cunt came strange, magical stirrings of tingling ecstasy. She shivered as the heat of spasming lust first started small and then grew with the impetus caused by Zeigler's curling and flicking wet tongue imbedded up between her thighs until she couldn't help but screw her buttocks back against his wildly licking face, her taut hip muscles making them hollow and contract around the sides of his cheeks. She was unable to prevent herself from writhing and churning in a lascivious dance of ravishment as the gangster licked and sucked at her with a greedy, untamed lust that threatened to drive both of them crazy.

Her wide-splayed cunt surrendered completely to Zeigler, for in a gasp of dazed, purely emotional reaction, Carmel's terror-stricken and humiliated wife no longer even wanted to resist the hot, teasing swirlings of tongue, mouth and lips in her swaying vaginal crevice, and her pussy secreted lubrications which ran in warm trickles down her inner legs and over the oscillating cheeks of Zeigler. The depraved gangland leader lapped up her sexual secretions, adding them to his own saliva as he teasingly bathed her cunt and the tiny puckered sphincter ring of her defenseless, fully exposed anus.

Zeigler sensed from the wild abandoned tempo of her body that she had capitulated mind, body and soul, and knew instinctively that it was time… time to ram his burgeoning cock into her innocent, softly working rectum, its tiny, tender opening now well lubricated. He raised up behind her buttocks on his knees and taunted her cunt with the violently quivering head of his blood raging cock, her helpless little whimpers drifting back to him as he ran its insinuating tip between her wide-splayed pussy lips.

She was moaning incessantly as he wormed the first, small portion of his blunt cock-head into her anus with a slight pop as the tiny puckered mouth gave way to his pressure.

"Oooooooh, God!" he heard her groan down into the pillow but still continued his constant penetration of her viscous-coated rectal channel until the entire length of his massive penis was being submerged up inside in slow, tormenting inches. Zeigler doubted whether the lovely, now completely conquered young housewife really was aware that he was going to fully penetrate her asshole and he grinned lewdly to himself and wormed more of his large cock into her snugly tight aperture, savoring with pleasure the clenching fist of her burning entrails as they closed over his thick penis like a custom-made fleshy glove. And then, he gave a quick hip-thrusting stab, seething with the knowledge born of experience and intuition that the devastated mind of the wife beneath him could only flash signals that it was all right… that it had to be all right, because she could say nothing else to counteract the rape of her back sides.

Lonnie thought crazily, it's all right… it's all right… as his passion-inflamed cock ground its way through the vainly resisting barriers of her clutching anal muscles. Then suddenly she felt as if she was filled with a telephone pole, and a warning spasm that her tortured body was being ripped open, her belly painfully bursting at the seams, flooded her brain.

"AAAAAAggggggg!" she cried out deliriously, "God, nooooo… it hurts! It's going to kill me!" She tried to pull away, but she was too fully impaled now by his tremendously throbbing penis, and Zeigler held her fast by the buttocks and rammed in some more. He grinned excitedly: Of course it hurt her. It was supposed to hurt… at first! His penis moved forward inexorably, and he thrust his thighs forward until she could barely think for the pain.

"Push back!" he commanded. "Push back, you hot little bitch!"

She did, for she knew that every way was agony, and she opened her ass that final inch be cause she had been so ordered and stretched her quivering, tortured buttocks wider until she thought she would die. Zeigler's vicious prick surged into the full confines of her back passage until his balls slapped harshly against the wetness of her up-turned vaginal slit, and then crooning with delight, the gangster began to fuck rhythmically and mercilessly in and out.