Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book II

Cylvia, her gaze still wrapped in the lust-provoking performance on the bed, didn't turn her head but said, "I don't know and right now I don't care! God, would you look at those two girls go! Mother and daughter teams really work the best. Ohhh, I wish Tamera was here right now! My cunt is steaming for a good licking and – God, Martin, look! It's… it's Roger! He's running out on stage! And… and he's naked!"

The lust contorting sight caused Sam Zeigler to drive his cock farther into the passionate teenaged girl's face, and he stared down at her lips pulling out grotesquely and clinging to his hardened penis as the Carmel child sucked it hungrily, while next to them his monster dog, Fang, fucked Lonnie Carmel with a long, animal shaft which sent the woman's buttocks grinding back in wild tempoed fury. Then his attention was shifted by a slight scurry of muffled shouts, the scuffle of shoes, and a groan which he recognized as having come from the guard at the stage entrance… and then Roger Carmel came dashing into view, naked as the day he was born… and Christ, he had the biggest hard-on that Zeigler had ever seen!

The first thought was one of terror, and for a moment, the gangster missed a beat and staggered, almost pulling his erect cock out of Jennifer's young mouth, but then Roger Carmel was on the bed with him, a leering, crazed grin on his contorted face, a demoniacal laugh coming from his slack-jawed mouth.

"Carmel! What the hell!"

"Shut up and fuck, you bastard!" Carmel roared. "You don't have a Goddamned thing on me or my wife! To hell with you! To hell with everybody!" He stood and pranced around the bed, waving his hard, blood-turgid shaft in all directions, cackling insanely.

Lonnie Carmel's head whirled in terror and humiliation, and she froze in her pumpings against the dog's enormous prick. "Roger!" she moaned in mortification at her husband seeing her and their daughter like this, naked and shamelessly perverting every sacrament of marriage and decency. She lowered her head to the bed, sobbing, the shame of hers and Jennifer's broken and used bodies blotting out the comprehension of what her husband was doing in his insane, perverted dance of naked exhibition.

"It's all right, honey," Roger said, coming back to her. "Everything's going to be all right. Zeigler and the Olisses don't have a hold on you or Jennifer or me any longer. Don't you see? We do it as a family, together, and what the hell can they do? Don't you see? It's the perfect answer!"

"Carmel, you damned fool, what the hell…"

"Stop your spluttering, Zeigler. You're not getting my invention," the once meek husband spat at him contemptuously. "Now start fucking my daughter in the mouth, if you want, because I'm going to really show you an act tonight. You want a mother-daughter team? Well, Zeigler, you bastard, you're going to get a mother-daughter-father team, and at no extra cost!"

"Yes, father! Fuck me! Fuck me in my cunt!" babbled Jennifer around the huge thick cock in her mouth, and she squirmed her beautiful vibrant, tender buttocks back and spread them wider, her first impact of shame and humiliation gone in the wanton depravity of the incestual desire. She loved her father, loved him more than ever for what he was doing to salvage their family and she wanted him inside her, to feel his long, hard cock cum, for it was a cock she loved and not one of so many strange, uncaring penises which had visciously violated her innocent body. Her father groaned and slipped his hand in her flowering, wet pussy as he kneeled down behind her, and then his prick made electrical contact with the soft, sparse pubic hair covering the slim folds of her tender, adolescent vagina, and with one hand, the daughter reached under her body and her fingers lovingly guided his thick cock to the warm moist flanges of her now well-educated little cuntal hole.

Roger felt the softness of his child's curly soft lining of pubic hair tease around his aching penis as it entered her. He had lost all sense of modesty or decency with the driving luridness that Zeigler and the Olisses had unwittingly instigated in him and which had boiled once today with the mad fucking of Kim Copeland and which now threatened to overflow the very barriers of his sanity with the lewd, ruttish sight of his wife being willingly raped by a vicious animal and his daughter voraciously sucking the hardened cock of the most obscene man in town. Unable to contain himself, the new Roger Carmel erupted in his now-changed emotional and rational being, and he threw back his head and rammed his heavy, pulsating penis into his kneeling daughter like a battering ram, deeper and deeper until he felt the white soft cheeks of Jennifer's wide-split buttocks flatten out against his belly. He convulsively reached forward and clasped his hands around her narrow, wasp-like young waist and held her tightly to him, relishing the low, dragging moan of ecstasy which came from her lips as he surged into her with long, deep strokes… into the wet, palpitating slit between her thighs which hollowed and shook with the desire to milk her father of his sperm… the sperm which had once created her in her mother's womb.

Lonnie felt the pit of her stomach hot and moist and the savage force of the doffs brutal cock ramming into her as she heard her husband's wild denial of Zeigler's rapacious, depraved threat to her and her family. With blurry eyes she gazed with fondness and love as Roger drove his penis deep into the walls of their teen-age daughter's cunt, and she knew then that all was well, that her loved ones would be with her, all together from then on, and breathing a sigh of relief, Lonnie began to once more move rhythmically backwards to meet the German Shepherd's supreme thrusts, her lust-twisted mouth moaning words of encouragement.

"We're together," she panted, grunting under the animal strokes, "We're really together… oh, I love you… both… yes, yes… and we'll stay a family…" Lonnie knew that her mouth was open and pouring what she felt at the deepest depths of her soul, but at the same time the rolling thunder of sensation made her disembodied and free, and she undulated her buttocks in salaciously lewd circles, abandoning herself completely as she watched the lascivious trio next to her to the erotic pleasures of the beastial fucking this wonderful dog was pounding into her from the rear. Now, wantonly delirious with her release from subjugation she could truly revel in the delights of the brutish monster and she heaved her thighs and loins against the dog's hairy, hammering body, feeling as if she was a quivering mass of animal flesh herself, and the mounting pressure in her belly and cunt signaled that her rising, impending orgasm was almost there.

Roger Carmel pumped his cock from behind into his daughter's widely stretched and open cunt, and he saw with gazed eyes the obscene picture of Jennifer being buffeted between himself and the gangster in a subservient kneeling position, and Zeigler's huge, thick rod ramming in and out between her sucking, fish-like lips, while her long, black hair disheveled and flowed down over her head and her firm, young white breasts bobbed below her heaving chest. Her father grinned triumphantly at Zeigler and taunted out at him: "Enjoy this while you can, you bastard, because you aren't going to have any more of it! You fucked up solid, Zeigler, and this is your consolation prize! Hah! My daughter your consolation prize!" He thought that was very funny and he roared with laughter and surged into Jennifer mercilessly, until his daughter could only loll limply between the two carnally incited men, allowing herself to be used as they would, following their increasing tempo by the hungry swirling of her tongue around Zeigler's almost exploding cock.

Beside him, Carmel could see his lovely wife, Lonnie in the salacious scene of her twisting her head from side to side, screwing her buttocks back greedily against the German Shepherd like a demon-bitch with distemper, and the giant dog's tongue hanging from his mouth as he fucked into the wavering buttocks, saliva dripping down onto the sweat lining Carmel's wife's sweat-shining back.