Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book I

When Lonnie was in the bedroom and rustling clothes in her closet, the Oliss wife crossed quickly to the phone and dialed the number of the Club Royale quietly. As she waited for an answer and the chance to tip Zeigler that they would soon be on the way to his club, she smiled grimly. Trust me, Lonnie, trust me to make you break down into the hottest little piece of ass in town. After all, what are friends for, if not to trust?

Stan Lubin massaged the young teen-age virgin's breast and knew he was getting Jennifer Carmel excited. Hell, everything was getting her excited: the squeezing; of his hand, the potent and aphrodisiac qualities of the marijuana and liquor, and the lust-enciting scene as the less inhibited, more experienced couples writhed and moaned in the early stages of making love. He could tell his "date" was responding just as Vic and Tamera had promised by the way her nipple puckered through the taut fabric of her brassiere. He took the tiny bud, and rolled the innocent nubbin, until she gasped and let her head roll back, uplifting the tender mounds.

The football full-back innately knew that her breasts were begging to be removed from their thin nylon restraints and kissed. His large cock swelled in his tight pants and the tension was grinding in his loins, and his balls ached with maddening intensity. Yeah, he could barely contain his impetuousness – this sweet, tight little virgin was going to be a delicious fuck, just like he'd been told.

A warning sounded in Jennifer's drugged mind, but it was too far away, too dimmed by the marijuana and heady surroundings to be effective; she tried to move Stan's fingers from her breasts but only succeeded in bringing her hand to rest on his – and then let it fall back to her side. She closed her glassy eyes and pled, "Don't, Stan," she groaned. "Let me sit up. I don't want you to touch me like this."

Stan only tightened his fingers, and with his other hand fumbled with her bra snaps. Jennifer labored for breath and squirmed harder, only pushing the now wet and swollen lips of her vagina down against the couch cushions and making herself more aroused than ever.

"Oh God, Stan, don't… you're hurting me… you're tearing my clothes… stop!" She knew that she should demand to go home; that in spite of her fears that she'd louse up her chance of being part of the "in" crowd at school and lose Tamera as a friend, she should call a halt to this. But her nerves were shattered and her brain whirled with the liquor and marijuana, and already Stan had snaked her bra off and was freely fondling her breasts.

"No… no, Stan," she gasped. "I've never done this before!"

"Always a first time for everything, kid," he grinned lewdly at her. "Relax and enjoy it, like the others. You're a big girl now, aren't you?"

The others! Her eyes flew around the room in wide disbelief. The fire had died, leaving only glowing embers by which the boys and girls were outlined, writhing glowing lines and moaning luminous shadows against a backdrop of furniture and rugs. Clothing was strewn helter-skelter, and more than one couple were unabashedly naked; a quartet were doing unmentionable things to one another in a far corner, their mewls and cries of sexual ecstasy mingling with the others, and only the lack of proper light saved their debauched actions from searing the naive innocent mind of the virgin girl. But, surely this couldn't be happening to Tamera! Not her!

Jennifer turned her head and saw the flushed, passion-fevered face of her dearest girlfriend. Vic was openly digging his hand between her thighs, reaching up that almost indecently short skirt of her's and fondling her tender pussy. The shock staggered Jennifer, and with a sharp intake of breath she leaned back, only to find that there was a prurient tingle in her belly and deep within the untouched cavern of her vagina a seeping moisture was increasing.

Stan slowly insinuated his hand up her own skirt, copying the actions of her compatriot sitting next to him. He kneaded the soft, resilient flesh of her inner thighs, while with his other hand he casually unbuttoned her frilly blouse which she had so zealously ironed especially for tonight.

"Stan, I beg you…" she whimpered. "I'm not that kind of girl."

"All gals are that kind of girl – if they're not in diapers," the high school hero sneered. "And, baby, that body of yours has been going to waste too long. It's going to change as of tonight." He whistled as he saw the full rounded breasts overflowing from her open blouse. He'd never seen a more perfect pair! He roughly wrenched off the garment, leaving Jennifer naked from the want up, and shivering, even though the cabin was overly warm.

Jennifer's breath came in short spasms and she blushed furiously in shame. She turned her eyes away and tried to cower on the cushion, hunching over protectively. Stan grabbed her hair and forced her upright, her breasts twin mounds of quivering delight thrusting out for all the cabin to see.

"Uh-uh, baby. You got to see that what you're doing is just what all of us do whenever we get a chance. I mean, just take a gander at your girlfriend." He laughed harshly at her confused and cringing embarrassment. He made her stare at Tamera, and Jennifer's flesh crawled with the impact of so close a scene of carnal abuse. Tamera had her legs wide, and her panties were on the floor at her feet, and her skirt was there too! Jennifer gasped with horror as she viewed her naked girlfriend, and felt as if she could reach out and touch her.

Tamera was gurgling ecstatically, her head rolling from side to side, and Vic's hand was flying in the blonde, curly pubic hair which was so openly displayed. Her legs were quivering as if palsied, splayed to allow the half-back full access to her. This was different than even the lusty sight of her mother and father screwing! This was her friend! Jennifer continued to stare at the naked, squirming spectacle while the muscular boy toyed unsparingly with her wet, heaving cunt.

Everybody was in the makings of an orgy! The football team and their girls were rutting like so many wild, untamed animals! She wouldn't have believed it without seeing it, and Jennifer was to the point of not believing even her eyes! The warming flood between her tight thighs was staining her panties and she felt the moistness seeping between the clenched crevice of her buttocks. As Stan's hand wormed more insistently up to her crotch, the pleasures she felt were rationalized by the overwhelming shock of what was going on all around her – as interpreted by her lust, drug, and liquor-hazed mind. It was wicked, but so wickedly nice. She closed her eyes, panting like a steam engine, resigning herself to the lurid sensations coursing through her overheated young body.

Then, she almost screamed. Stan was already to the door of her virginity, having insinuated his way there while her mind drifted with the lascivious sight of her best friend's total capitulation to her boyfriend. She could feel Stan's fingers teasing against the softness of her damp panties, snaking under the elastic of the leg band and worming around the moist lips of her vagina. She squirmed to free herself, and then his middle finger was inside, working up and down with a maddening tactile sense. Jennifer was almost out of her mind and was ready to crawl all around the cabin in order to salve the unquenchable fires building in her helplessly contracting cunt. Yet, the sight of her best friend, Tamera Oliss, being buffeted down into the couch beside her, was just too much to bear!

"No! Don't touch me there! Let me alone!"

Stan's only reply was to rip off her panties with one swift yank, growling, "Goddamned little prick teaser!"

"I'm not teasing," she choked. "Tam! Tam, take me home!"

Stan thought that was funny. "Are you joking? Look at Tam and Vic and tell me if they want to take a little cry-baby like you anywhere!"