Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book I

Cylvia raised her face and grinned lewdly up the expanse of undulating flesh, past the rose-tipped crests of Lonnie's breasts. Her mouth and cheeks were moist and glistening from her own saliva and the young wife's secretions. "Tell me," she taunted. "Tell me what you want… tell me, Lonnie!"

Lonnie gasped and rolled her body from side to side, and sobbed uncontrollably in humiliation and rippling sensuality. She couldn't, she just couldn't do what Cylvia wanted… it was too lewd to form into words… but then she saw the young girl on the bed with the dog again, and she shuddered as her own lust erupted deep in her belly at the salacious sight.

The girl was reveling in total, abandoned humiliation as the panting, lunging animal fucked her on the bed, in full view of the glassed-in rooms. Rivulets of moisture were clearly visible in the crevice of the girl's rotating buttocks, the droplets glistening in the stage-lights.

"Damn it, Lonnie, tell me!" Cylvia hissed urgently.

Lonnie Carmel watched the girl in abject fascination, almost delirious from the suckings on her own cunt and the lewdness of the dumb beast screwing the young girl. But she clenched her teeth shut, unable to comply with the obscene command of the woman hovering over her. And yet… as the girl on the stage undulated her buttocks, and the stage slowly revolved so that all of the alien coupling could be seen, Lonnie realized that the girl, far from her earlier look of abhorrence, was now encouraging the German Shepherd to fuck her. The little blonde's face was contorted in enrapturement and her taut breasts danced beneath her hunched body, moving in time to the huge dog cock which was skewering her warm, throbbing pussy. The girl was no longer a female human being – but a quivering mass of lust-deranged, sweating flesh begging for subjugation, reveling in the delicious screwing she was receiving from behind.

And… as Lonnie Carmel watched all this, the dam inside her burst. Eager and desperate mewlings poured from her lips, as she knew her plight was hopeless, the pleasure too great. Her mouth opened and closed to the sensuous lickings of the girlfriend in and around her cunt. A hot flame burst from her tortured loins all the way up to her breasts, and she was no longer able to fight the lust which raced out of control through her body.

"Do it… do it… yes, dooo iiiitttttttt," she babbled frantically.

"Do what?" Cylvia teased, and Zeigler grinned down at the two women's faces of lust and added: "Yes, Lonnie, tell us what you want me to do to you."

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Please…" Lonnie's whole tormented soul shuddered under the lash of her self-defilement, but she was cognizant of nothing save her own obscene words. "Fuck meeeee!"

Cylvia crawled from between her passion-deranged friend's thighs, a satisfied grin on her wet, glistening mouth. "She's ready for anything you want to do to her, Sam. Her nice, tight little cunt is snapping like a fish out of water. Go ahead and fuck her good!"

The last shards of her marital vows dissolved into dust as Lonnie took her eyes from the dog fucking the young girl on the stage bed and focused her attention on the cool rush of air over her wet pubic slit and the man standing over her. It was then that she consciously recognized the thick, fat stump of flesh and blood which protruded from his curly pubic hair. She saw it for what it was – his aching, raging penis – and what it meant to her – the end of her fidelity. The final, bitter capitulation of all which she had held sacred since taking her wedding ring from Roger. She shuddered as Zeigler crawled over her naked body, and parted the lips of her vagina with his fingers, but she offered no resistance. She wanted him… she wanted that huge scarlet penis inside her… and once more she groaned: "Fuck me… oh, please fuck me…"

Then he crushed down upon her, and there was a sharp stab of fire in her belly. She twitched and writhed and groaned her welcome of his punishing cock as he ground the shaft deep up into her receptive cunt. Her face contorted, and cries of ecstasy burst from her lips. His cock head battered her cervix, probing deeper and deeper, past where even her husband had ever been. Forgotten was the remnants of her shame and perversion in her actions forgotten was Roger, her marriage, today, tomorrow… everything except the dark well of her lust. She wanted to be fucked like this, she wanted to be subjected to any further lewd demands placed on her fire-wracked body.

"Hot damn, would you look at her go!" Cylvia Oliss said, breathing hard. "I never imagined she'd be this choice!"

"Man… man is she tender and tight," groaned the gangster as he surged and thrust his cock in her cunt. "I could fuck her to death!"

"Fine with me," Cylvia said. "She's been Mrs. Sweet and Innocent too damned long."

The defiling words only came through Lonnie's haze dimly, and she became something like the girl on the bed – an inhuman devil of spreading legs and sucking, clasping cunt. "Ohhhhh, yes, Sam! Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard!"

Zeigler slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and raised them to his straining cock. Lonnie moaned incoherently and wound her warm, smooth legs around his hips, and the velvet walls of her vagina held his rigid, pumping cock until she could feel every inch of his hotly pulsating shaft. She was insane as she'd never been before, completely surrendered to the lure of sexual fulfillment, and her drugged mind reveled in her wickedness.

"Hell, look at her hot little cunt climb and suck!" Cylvia gasped. Through crazed, flickering eyes Lonnie saw her best friend lying on the floor beside them, the woman's eyes feasting on the close-up of Zeigler's rock-hardened penis screwing demonically into her desperately pulsating cunt. The blonde-haired wife had her legs bent up around her, her knees touching her pooling breasts and her full pubic area was wide and fully before Lonnie's view. From clitoris to anus, the stretched cunt slit was a proud, inflamed pink, and Cylvia was masturbating wildly. Her fingers were plunging crazily in and out of her gaping vaginal hole as she struggled for breath, her face never off of the lewd, carnal drubbing of penis into vagina but scant inches away.

"Ram it to her, Sam, ram it to her!" Cylvia grunted.

The words lashed at Lonnie, for the thrashing body of her girlfriend was sending still more messages of lewdness through her. That throbbing cunt of hers was less than six inches away, the couch she was being fucked on without legs, and Cylvia lying with her head toward the grinding loins of Lonnie and Zeigler. Lonnie felt her senses slip yet another notch… and for the first time she didn't fight the prurient lusts. She did what her body demanded she do. Twisting slightly, she bent her shoulders and head that scant half foot…

"Christ!" gaped Zeigler from above. "She… she wants to suck you off, Cylvia! Let her! God damn it! Let her kiss your cunt!" He was whipped to still further pile-driving surges but the obscenity of the menage a trots that this once proud, once innocent little wife had instigated.

Urged by the fucking of her insatiable cunt, Lonnie felt the overwhelming passion to pay Cylvia back in kind. She wanted to suck her open cunt until Cylvia was screaming as she had, and in her zealous mind, her action became almost one of revenge. She dipped until she could run her ovalled lips over the moist slit, and Cylvia removed her fingers hurriedly and lifted her buttocks so that Lonnie's entire mouth could engulf her throbbing cunt. She wanted the helpless wife of Roger Carmel to make her cunt spasm with orgasm, for the young Lonnie to tongue her to climax, and her hands gripped her heaving breasts and squeezed with sadistic strength, her brain lost in the heat of the fiery spasms rolling from her vaginal slit. She wanted it… oh God, she wanted it!