Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book II

Then: "Now, Dad… oh now, I'm going to cum now!" Roger heard his writhing daughter moan from beneath him, and the rhythm of his and Zeigler's lewd double-fucking increased with her piteous cries of climax, faster and faster until he tore every last inch of his cock into her cunt. "Fuck back! Oh, Jennifer, fuck your daddy back!" as he felt her buck and moan and tremble with the raging tornado of her young, inexperienced body's release and his own impending orgasm swiftly approaching.

A deep, inhuman cry erupted from the gangster's throat and he locked his hands hard around the back of Roger's daughter's head, drawing his penis deep down until all Roger Carmel could see was a small bit of Zeigler's pubic base protruding wet and glistening from Jennifer's sucking lips. He gazed in fascinated awe as her throat tightened and untightened in great desperate gulps as she swallowed the hot, sticky flood that Zeigler spewed into her mouth, her cheeks bloating as her throat filled and emptied, filled and emptied in the attempt to rid her mouth of the flooding white sperm pulsating hotly up into it. At the same time he felt the deliriously sensual gush of his child's orgasmic secretions swirl warmly around his own cock in her still-spasming young vagina, and her juices flowed out from around the edges of his deeply imbedded penis and down the softness of her uptilted cuntal split and his sac of swaying, sperm-filled testicles.

Lonnie screamed suddenly and her husband turned to stare in still more wonderment as his wife's firm rounded buttocks began contracting uncontrollably with her climactic upheaval. The doff thrust his canine prick deep up into her and jack-hammer lunges pounded her flooding cunt, and then Lonnie felt the animal's stream of hot alien cum squirting in thin streaming jets, ricocheting against the innersides of her wildly contracting vagina, and its steaming heat setting her off. She screamed again and thrust her ass back toward the animal's expending penis as it continued to empty into her rippling belly with unbelievable force. Her stomach quaked and her thighs trembled, and her brain reeled insanely with the sensual reactions traversing her spine, all reality nothing but a blank, black shroud around her brain.

Roger Carmel saw thick, white ooze burst from around the flowering lips of his beloved wife's lust-clenched cunt as she squeezed and milked the dog's still ramming cock, forming trails of viscid liquid that ran down in lewd rivulets, wetting the ivory columns of her soft, inner thighs. Lonnie displayed in shameless abandonment all of her semen-soaked pubic hair and pink vaginal flesh as she pitched forward onto her face, exhausted, and the rapidly deflating penis of the animal slipped from her willingly ravaged cunt with a slightly sibilant pop.

Roger Carmel clenched his teeth shut and felt his testicles erupt like firebases, and his hot seed shot into his daughter's hungrily milking little womb, far, far up in her quivering young belly, and her father ground his pelvis into her churning buttocks and dug his cock-head deeper into the walls of her dilated pussy as he continued to spew his lewd load of incestual cum hard against the inner cavern of Jennifer's child-like cunt. She whimpered, her own orgasm nearing its end, and Zeigler's limp, expunged cock slipped from her tender lips, and her father could see thin, sticky strings of the gangster's hot sperm still connecting the teen-ager's mouth with the bloated, red tip of his penis.

Jennifer Carmel groaned and relaxed, and only her father's hands at the juncture of her waist held her upright as he strained to empty the last of his cum inside her. Then he released his child and she slithered forward, his own shrinking penis sliding from her wet, flooded hole of her vagina, and she lay half-comatose across the loins and chest of Sam Zeigler, her own slim, nubile legs still wide apart, a last tempting view of her young pussy glistering in the overhead lights.

"Jesus, Lonnie, I love you," he murmured to his satiated, smiling wife, falling on his side and kissing her fondly on one sweat-slick breast.

"Thanks, Roger," she whispered in return, "thanks for saving me, your daughter… us. You, you seem so different tonight somehow. So much more a human and involved person. I don't understand, I'm just glad this nightmare is over and we're together again."

"Someday I'll tell you what happened," Roger grinned at her. "For now, let's just say that I saved myself as well. Or, more correctly, I found myself, all of me. And," he added, looking with loving eyes over at his sweet, cherubic daughter, curled up and almost asleep, "and, yes, I found my family."

Zeigler groaned and rolled over and glared balefully at Carmel. "I may have been screwed out of my invention," he gasped, "but at least I got the fucking of my life. That's more than I can say for Martin Oliss at this point."

"He's never going to get that fucking, either," Lonnie Carmel promised. "Consider yourself one of the lucky few."

"Correction," her husband said with a lewd smile. "One of the lucky many. You don't think we're ever going to end all this do you?"

The idea to move to New York City had been Roger's, based on the offer by a large, international electronics company interested in the Carmel developments. Ampex and General Electric, and even one of the Japanese corporations, had all bid heavily for Roger after he terminated his employment with Skopos, but all things considered, he thought a move across the nation and the large amount of money plus generous stock options swayed him for the one he'd chosen.

And so far, after two months in the swank Manhattan apartment house, Lonnie Carmel had really reveled in the luxury of having a maid to clean up and no yard to mow and weed. She stretched out on the chaise lounge, relaxing with a cool drink beside her. The sun lamps hanging from the ceiling were giving her a lasting, all-year tan, and since she was naked, the golden bronze was a full covering over her body, only broken up by the twin projections of her darker colored nipples and the rich blackness of her soft, curly pubic triangle. However, relaxing was one thing; her mind was another. Zeigler and the Olisses were past history for her, Roger, and their daughter, Jennifer, but the erotic fires they had ignited in the three of them would never die… and last night when mother, father and daughter had all romped together in wild sexual abandon on the large, round, king-sized bed in the master bedroom was proof of that. So fulfilling, the love of a family seeking pleasure and satisfaction as a unit. And the trio readily agreed unanimously that while they were happy together, they would never decline the benefits of variety, their now seemingly insatiable sexual appetites needing a lack of constricture.

Lonnie's prurient thoughts were interrupted as she looked up and saw Roger peeking in through the door. "Oh!" she said, startled. "I didn't hear you."

"You weren't supposed to," her husband replied smoothly. He was smiling lewdly and she could read the lustful thoughts on his mind. "Come on and put on your robe and meet our new neighbors, Betty and Don Marlowe. They were moving in across the hall and I invited them over for a drink."

"How marvelous," Lonnie exclaimed, and wrapping her robe around her she came out of the sun room to be introduced to a pert, well-endowed little honey blonde girl and a handsome man whose masculinity was so strong she felt a ripple run through her just in shaking his hand.

"We never dreamed that we would meet any one this fast," Betty Marlowe chattered amiably. "We thought New York was the city where every body were strangers in the same building."

"Not in this building," Roger said expansively. "Lonnie, darling, how about a drink?"

"I have some champagne just waiting for a special occasion like this," she said in friendliness. "Don? Do you think you could help me take down the glasses? They're awfully high up in the kitchen cupboard for me to reach." She waited for the eager man to rise from his chair, and then she paused to pat the head of the large German Shepherd which had followed her out of the sun room. "You stay here and get acquainted with Betty, Fang," she said lovingly to the dog, "I don't need any help this time from you. But maybe later, alright lover?"