Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book I

Cylvia pressed her hand deeper against Lonnie's cunt and then stretched the tender skin of her breast until the hard, red nipple was near her mouth. Opening her lips into an oval, she sucked the ribbed bud of flesh deep into her salivating mouth. Her satin lips sucked frantically, like a calf sucking on its mother's tit, and Lonnie's whole breast throbbed in her hand. She nipped with her teeth and felt sweet flesh pulse, and then she curled her tongue around the inflamed nipple.

Lonnie was helpless to do anything except squirm and moan in ecstatic delight. She let the sensations roll unimpeded through her writhing belly, her breasts shuddering with an uncontrolled passion which had taken over her mind and soul. Fumbling with the zipper and button of her skirt, she opened the material and frantically slid the skirt from her arched thighs, forcing Cylvia to remove the hand which was burrowed in her tender cunt. But the lips and fingers on her breasts were almost too much to bear unto themselves – it was as if the woman inherently knew that Lonnie's breasts were fantastically sensitive to stimulation, and had homed in on them with unerring accuracy, assured that the young wife of Roger Carmel would capitulate once they were conquered.

Lonnie kept her legs up and her feet free of the carpet as she puddled her skirt on the floor, for her hands were already busy at the band of her panties, peeling them down over her round curvaceous hips as fast as she could. But before the skimpy briefs were off, Cylvia's hand was on the mount of her vaginal split, eagerly spreading the inflamed and rounded lips apart. Lonnie sighed from the intense stabs of desire which cascaded from the tingling pink flesh of her inner thighs as Cylvia's fingers rubbed up and down the wide valley and grazed the throbbing clitoris and teased the moist, dilated hole to her womb. She gasped and began to whimper as the woman started to worm first one and then two slender fingers into her vagina, sliding with slippery sucking sounds while Lonnie fell back limply on the cushions, to lie prostrate and spread-legged with total abandonment, soft gurglings coming from her throat. Her aroused hips writhed in circles and arced upwards for more of the magically fucking hand. Then there was a sudden halt, the fingers pulled from her openly excited cunt, and Lonnie opened her eyes wide, wild for more.

Cylvia was stripping her dress off, and Lonnie saw that her girlfriend had not only been without panties, but bra as well! She had come over, passing through public with only a thin dress and shoes on! The sheer decadence and daring of such a garb added to the thrilling abandonment of the situation! She moaned as her eyes once more feasted on the moist, matted blonde-haired cunt, and saliva formed in her mouth as she gazed enraptured at the beautiful banned breasts. She made no protest as the woman came to her and slid on top of her, pushing down on the cushions and spreading her thighs wide. She looked down at the triumphant face of her best friend as Cylvia smiled and her eyes sparkled at the lusty sight of the spayed pussy and large breasts. She quivered with trepidation and expectation.

"Darling, I'm going to make you cum like you've never cum before," Cylvia whispered seductively, her head leaning over and her nostrils breathing heavy, hot air on Lonnie. "Kiss me…"

Lonnie stiffened as the warm lips of Mrs. Martin Oliss closed over hers, and a darting tongue probed along her slightly parted mouth. There was a feeling that to kiss her would make what was happening all the more obscene, as if there was actual love and affection between them rather than just a more basic urge to relieve the tensions unbearable in her loins. But Cylvia had her hand cradling her head now, and after a moment of hesitation, she surrendered to the insistent tongue, and opened her lips to let it slide in her mouth. Their mouths fused hotly; Lonnie found herself responding with all the passion she saved for her husband, sucking and savoring the saliva from her girlfriend's mouth, and only conscious of the sensations the French kisses were causing to her already trembling being.

"Oh, yes… yes," she murmured as they broke apart. "I want you, Cylvia… make me cum…" The wild abandon of her own lewd demands made her head reel, and her blood raced through her. Nothing else mattered except the carnal fact of here and now, and the delightful hot fire burning in her cunt and breasts and mouth.

Then the couch shifted, and Lonnie realized that Cylvia had moved. She groaned as the woman's soft hands feathered her skin, and her whole torso quivered as Cylvia sucked and kissed her breasts with her hot lips. Then the couch sagged again, and the long, slender, beautiful body of Mrs. Martin Oliss was stretched out full beside Lonnie, forcing her to move against the back cushions and bend slightly. And worse – Cylvia had moved in such a position as to have her face near her trembling pussy – and in turn have her own throbbing cunt offered at face level to the tortured eyes of Lonnie Carmel! It… it was just like the picture! No, no…!

But even as the sordid thoughts raced through the agonized Mrs. Carmel, Cylvia was once more planting long, fevered kisses on her burning flesh down around her belly and upper thighs. Her passionate vagina was tingling with roaring heat, swelling and expanding the inner walls and outer lips. Lonnie's mind whirled as her friend caressed her lower body with hands and mouth, but she pulled together enough strength to resist the invasion of her loins by closing her thighs. She'd never allowed her cunt to be kissed, even when Roger had suggested the perversion a few times! The whole idea of mouths to genitals had sickened her before, but now, so much had she allowed, that there was little left in her crazed mind to halt this final assault.

"Open your legs, Lonnie," the woman said softly, urgently. Without further hesitation, then she did as was bid, moaning slightly as Cylvia touched the sensitive pink flesh with her finger again. She turned her head to one side and her eyes were almost level with the offered triangle of soft golden pubic curls and taut ruby cunt lips of the woman who was manipulating her cunt, and as she gazed at the feminine splendor, Cylvia raised her upper leg, bending it so that the full majesty of her vaginal slit was paraded for Lonnie.

Lonnie had never considered that a woman's private parts were especially esthetic… but as hot breath was blown on hers, the lascivious sight before her face took on the qualities of beauty. She tentatively brushed her fingers over the stomach of the woman beside her, and saw that it made Cylvia tremble and moan with desire, and little droplets of lubricating fluid moistened the coral edges of her pussy. The skin felt so good to touch… Lonnie let her hands play up and down her friend's body, circling her thighs and buttocks, though not having the nerve to dip into the palpitating crest of hair and flesh between the widened legs. She just couldn't!

And then she cried out with sudden shock. Cylvia had kissed her pubic hair, just above her vaginal slit! Cylvia snaked out her tongue again and heard a muffled sob just before contacting the black-haired wife's firey clitoris, and then she licked molten swaths all the way along the fleece-lined cuntal lips, right down to the opening of her friend's vagina. Lonnie let all thoughts of right or wrong, depravity or passion pass in one sudden sweep of ecstasy and she drew her thighs upwards, giving Cylvia fuller access to her cunt, and she in turn found that she was clutching her friend's tanned buttocks with almost spastic strength, and her face was tangled in the golden wisps of pubic hair. Ripples of loathing and shame coursed through Lonnie, but all were overridden by the inundation of sensuality and passion. I can't do it! I can't… And then she was, her lips and tongue burrowing in the cleft of Cylvia Oliss' soft cunt. Her head oscillated slavishly as she abandoned herself to her position. She could smell the beautiful bouquet of genital female aroma coming from Cylvia's heated loins, and her own pussy ached with the twin devils of her friend's mouthings and the excitement of her lewd actions.