Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book I

Bending slightly, still acting as if scared witless but forced by some unknown threat to continue, the girl nervously rolled her silk panties down and took them off. Lonnie gaped stupefied at the young black pubic triangle. She'd never expected this! In the show she and Roger had seen, the girl had tassled breast cups and spangled panties at the end. It wasn't five minutes into the performance that the girl was completely nude, and making no attempt to hide it either! What more could happen!

Lonnie shifted uncomfortably on the couch, noticing for the first time that Zeigler had his arm around her waist, his hand tight on her side… but her mind was focused on the tender body on the bed as the girl lay back and opened her legs, exposing her pink cuntal slit and sparse young curls of pubic hair and her mounds of hard, pink-tipped breasts.

Lonnie blushed furiously as now the girl moved her hands first to her breasts, tweaking her nipples to hardened chips, and then down over her quivering belly to rub her inner thighs, her fingers never quite touching her vaginal parts. Lonnie shuddered, fascinated with the dual curses of remembering how she had been a little earlier on her livingroom couch, and how the girl was building to similar lusts – and taking Lonnie with her. The girl groaned, a silent plea that couldn't pass through the glass, but was obvious by her gaping mouth and tossing head.

Her fingers couldn't stay away… they had to touch her pussy, to relieve the burning itch inside her womb. Again Lonnie found herself sympathetically bound with the lovely young girl, tingling with anticipation. A soft moan escaped from her lips, and she grabbed her drink to try and quench the fluttering in her belly.

But the Black Russian only intensified the heat and excitement inside her. She squirmed down on the sofa and rubbed her nearly naked vaginal slit against the material, her body rocking in an almost discernible rhythm to the writhing girl. The girl inserted one finger… then two in her cunt hole and stroked her tiny clitoris with her other hand, her face tightening as she masturbated in full view of one and all, her white skin now glistening with the sheen of her lubricious pumpings, her black pubic curls becoming matted to her flesh. Lonnie could feel her own pussy moisten – and now she thought of how Cylvia's abandoned fingering had so aroused her prurient desires to the point where she succumbed to her fevered sexual needs. She fuzzily tried to convince herself that this time it wouldn't happen, that somehow she'd control the liquor in her and overcome any such temptations.

She leaned back, careful not to break contact with the edge of the cushion, and Zeigler's hand worked around her waist still more. Without thinking, she relaxed against its insistent tug, and rested heavily against his chest. His arm is so soothing, and it can't hurt… Zeigler's expensive cologne had a rich, suggestive aroma, stimulating her more.

The girl on the bed was now striving for her orgasm. She groaned and shuddered as her driving fingers sunk into her tight young opening, thrusting harder and harder. They were not enough. Still she tried, eyes tight, teeth clenched, straining every sinew and muscle in her frustrated longing for release.

Suddenly, from out of the black depths of one side, bounded a large, German Shepherd. He leaped on the bed, tongue lolling, and Lonnie gasped with terror, just as the girl was sitting up, her hands frozen in the position of masturbation. The giant dog bared its fangs in a menacing warning for the girl not to move, his panting head just above her exposed, defenseless crotch.

Lonnie tensed, and only Zeigler's firm grip kept her from bolting out of her seat. "My God!" she whispered, "what's that dog doing there?"

Zeigler grinned. "You'll see, my pet."

Lonnie sensed that she had better go before it was too late and her own excitement overpowered her – again. But the helplessness of the girl and the snarling of the dog sadistically fascinated her. A cold shiver ran through her, and she swallowed her drink eagerly. Then she leaned back again, the chill passing, and she couldn't resist as Zeigler's hand began to work upwards, toward her exposed, unsupported and heaving breasts. She squirmed tighter on the seat as one finger caressed the soft underside of one globe, then the finger and a thumb slipped under the minuscule cup and tweaked her nipple. Her nipple ached with hardness, and with a groan, she felt tiny throbs pulsing in her breasts and then her vagina, and she bit her lip to hold back further forbidden sensations.

She couldn't keep her eyes and attention off the stage, for now, as Zeigler massaged her aching breasts, she saw the girl moan as the dog lowered his head and sniffed her hair-covered pussy. Then the boxer snaked out a long, pink tongue and licked wetly the full length up from the girl's tiny puckered anus to the fluted little cuntal lips surrounding her clitoris. The animal wagged its tail, and flicked relentlessly between the girl's trembling, wide-spread legs. She jerked spasmodically and squirmed, raising her arms in indecision.

Lonnie could feel Zeigler become restless, and she heard the short panting gasps from her girlfriend and Cylvia twisted her buttocks on the couch nearby. She ground her own buttocks downward, and aching hunger inside her making her labor for breath. She shoved her wet, swollen vaginal lips against the soft material of the couch, and Zeigler's hand which was around her and cupping her breast, kneading it unhindered, thrilled her as much as it frightened her. She wanted to show Cylvia that she wasn't a prude, but for all of her desire to continue to watch the show, she didn't want her friend to know she was succumbing disgracefully to Zeigler's manipulations. So she snuggled closer, thankful for the lack of light in the room, and out of the corner of her eye she watched Cylvia, glad to see the blonde wife was rapturously intent on the girl and the dog and could not see her.

Zeigler dropped his other hand to her bare knee, slipping it up to the hem of her thigh-high skirt. Lonnie froze at the unexpected advance, and the man was half-way under her skirt, almost to her G-string before she recovered enough to restrain his wrist with her wrist.

The girl on the stage had capitulated to the dog's lewd demands now. She kicked her legs back and pulled his snout toward her flaming, spread cunt by holding the brute's long ears. His lizard-like tongue ravished her up-turned vagina without mercy, and she urged the dog on. The boxer worked like the savage beast it was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on…

The girl's surrender hit Lonnie, and she was unable to stop Zeigler's hand in empathetic response. She squirmed as his middle finger began to gently stroke her cuntal lips, pushing the slender thread of her G-string panties away from the excitedly throbbing slit. A gush of shame washed over her as the waves of indecent pleasure overcame all desire to resist. Lonnie glanced at Cylvia again, but her friend showed every indication of not being aware. In fact, her own hand was under her skirt; Lonnie could see the moving bulge as the woman fingered herself underneath the cover of the material. A sudden cold rush of air across her fevered skin warned the mesmerized young wife that Zeigler had taken her moment of concentration to work her narrow skirt up over her thighs.

Zeigler wormed his finger into the moist, demanding walls of the soft, gently pulsating pussy, and she tightened her inner muscles against it, only making the electric sensations that much more acute. She held her breath for fear that some tell-tale sound would escape her lips, while her very being quivered on its foundations as Zeigler moved his finger in teasing little circles inside her. She could feel her lubricating juices cover his palm as it ground almost flat now against her pubic hair.