Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book II

He watched as he kneeled above her white moon-shaped bottom, seeing the reddish skin of her round little anus draw back with his cock, grasping it as if it didn't want him to leave. At first the pressure had been almost unbearable, but now it was just tight and warm, the type of squeeze which always promised to draw his sperm out of his testicles with the ferocity of a sucking whirlpool. He thrust forward again, hearing a howling cry of pain tear from the grimacing lips of the Jenny's mother's wide-open mouth, and his cock tingled with fire. He would cum soon, and he wanted to feel his torrent of semen surging into her beautiful white, once proud buttocks. That would be the ultimate subjugation!

"My God! My God!" Lonnie screamed. "You're killing me! My husband will kill you for this!"

Zeigler laughed cruelly. "Are you planning to tell him, Lonnie-baby? If you do, I'll have to tell him all about last night," he taunted, and stroked more rapidly into her anus hard and fast, battering her defenseless, tormented thighs with his hips. Lonnie groaned loudly with the agony, and then moaned abjectly as Zeigler added: "Don't forget, bitch, that this is your husband's house, you husband's own bed… and I'm fuckin' you in the ass in it! You think he would ever touch you again, your preciously upright husband?"

Lonnie dug her nails into her palms and bit her lower lip as the lashing of his words stung her mind insensate. But for all her humiliation and tearful misery over the situation to which she had allowed herself to fall prey, she began to sense that his rape of her anal passage was not as painful as it had been when he first thrust his cock in. There was an odd mixture of stimulation joining in, and the constant plunging was now more a discomfort than torture, and she felt strangely wet between her buttocks and throbbing vaginal lips below – wet and morbidly ashamed, for she was being sodomized and knew it, and yet the pain was weirdly turning enjoyable. She tried to concentrate on this horrid, perverted response of hers, but Zeigler thrust a buttock-splitting jolt into her just then and astonished, she found that she automatically squirmed back on his fleshy shaft, heaving and undulating her body, moving her buttocks in tiny, welcoming circles.

Roger Carmel's wife couldn't halt the maddening excitement which was starting to reach her through the torment of muscle and flesh, and a violent shudder rippled through her, and she fell to mumbling unintelligibly, wiggling her thighs salaciously back against his pounding cock, unable to comprehend what was seething through her body. But too dizzyingly numbed by her overwhelming growth of unquenchable lust-fire to question it. She could feel the increasing wetness back in the crevice of her buttocks and try as she might, she couldn't feel her initial pain any longer – but only the wetness and Zeigler's magnificent cock pummeling her battered rectum and smoothly widened anus. Lonnie dropped her shoulders to the bed, raising her buttocks and gleaming thighs higher in the air so that the hungrily surging penis could fuck up into her heaving belly more deeply.

Sam Zeigler, seeing her obscene acceptance to his cruel fucking of her backsides, was drawn on like an infused satyr. He watched her beautiful profile as the wife's complexion flushed to a crimson red and her hair strewed down over her forehead, and Lonnie Carmel unashamedly shook her head from side to side like a mad-woman, her teeth bared, her breasts jiggling. She was his! A slave, submitting at will! He reached down and pulled the soft, pliant cheeks of her thinly perspiring buttocks wide apart and drove his cock into her with hard, ramming jerks, his aching testicles slapping against her quivering flesh be low with resounding whaps, heavy with the sperm which had to be emptied soon or burst from the excruciatingly delicious pressure.

"Fuck back harder!" he yelled at her. "Fuck back!"

"Oooohhhhh, yes… yes." Roger Carmel's now wanton wife hissed to the gangster sodomizing her. "Fuck me harder tooooo!"

Her sudden lewd response was too much! Sam Zeigler threw back his head and blurted: "I'm cuuuuummmmiiinnnggggg!" He thrust his cock's full expanded length into her wide stretched, defenseless anus and his body jerked convulsively, his mouth hanging slack, his vision clouded as he clawed at her buttocks with harsh grasping fingers, pulling her moist, fevered crevice even farther apart to receive the full blast of his orgasm.

Lonnie felt the first torrents of his hot, white cum splash up into the depths of her open rectum, surging through her desire-wrenched belly with the force of a fire-hose stream. The delectable sensation touched off her own climax – a climax which she would have stoutly and angrily denied could happen only short moments before and she creamed out her spiraling pinnacle of release in a vast flow of rising female juices as pleasure ran rampant through her; she shivered from the welcomed congealing of his hot, sticky sperm with her orgiastic secretions as together they pooled around the throbbing crevice of her wide-split buttocks and the open slit of her still pulsating cunt.

Then Sam Zeigler withdrew his rapidly shrinking penis from inside her deflowered, sodomized rectum and fell over with a deep, satisfied sigh on the bed covers. Lonnie, unable to support herself, her every muscle trembling from sheer exhaustion, collapsed beside the gangster and lay on her belly, her throbbing body falling into an obscene spread-eagle position, her legs still splayed wide.

Then, a few moments later, her passion-clouded mind cleared in the wake of her played-out sexual ecstasy, shame and revulsion once more inundated her passion-fogged mind, causing tears to once more blur and darken her swollen, guilty eyes and dribble down her cheeks to soak into the sheets. Dear God, forgive me… I must be sick…! I had to submit, but there is no excuse for allowing myself to desire him… I actually wanted him to perform that bestial act on me… Oh God, let me die, let me die…!

Sam Zeigler rolled closer and put his arm around her sobbing waist, and through her still partially glazed pupils, the self-loathing wife saw that he was smiling in lewd triumph. "That was fine, Lonnie-baby. As fine as I've ever had," he complimented, showing his pearly, even teeth. "You mustn't grow morbid or sulky on me; a good fuck in the ass never hurt any girl, and you have to admit you really turned on something fierce by my cock up your asshole. Let me rest for a minute, and then I'll fuck you in the cunt, like I did last night."

The completely crushed wife of Roger Carmel, submissive in her obeisance to the gangster's superiority over her, shut her eyes tightly as his filthy words sent a wave of sickening nausea coursing through her. She was caught in an abominable trap and there was no way out, no where to turn. She had to protect herself, and Roger must never know how badly she had broken her wifely promise of fidelity.

"Later on, we'll go down to my club, Lonnie baby," Zeigler continued, his hand now fondling unhampered with her moist, red, quivering vagina. "Yeah, we'll go down there… after we stop by a house and pick up something. I think you'll get a real big surprise at what we're going to pick up too."

The gangster's chuckle was obscene, and Lonnie trembled at the lurid thought of what that "surprise" might be – but she never even considered in the most dark, forbidden recesses of her trepidations that what Zeigler was going to pick up was Jennifer, her own daughter, who would also be in a somnambulistic state of sexual satiation.

Roger Carmel groaned and lifted his face from the double bed as the entrancing young whore, Kim Copeland, sucked his stiffened, aching cock. He stared down at her contorted face, and the salacious view of his hard shaft of flesh sunk between her ovaled lips increased his excitement a thousand-fold. His penis was still wet from the juices of her recent orgasm and it glistened like the stump of a rained-upon tree as she bucked over him, a mad demoness of desire. Vast heat built deep in his balls and he arched his back, moaning incessantly, and the muscles of his stomach tensed until he thought his spine would snap.