Message-ID: <3340eli$9708250930@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Bookman Subject: RP: Spamhater Decoded: Blackmailed Mother 08 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3400A36B.37D7@wolfenet.com> (Note: I am not the author, I am only the decoder. If you are the author, please email me. I'd like to get your name re-attached to your work.) BlkMthr.zip -- 8/16 The Blackmailed Mother Chapter 8 Lonnie Carmel couldn't believe her ears! Stunned senseless, she turned to the woman she'd always considered her best friend, and wailed: "Cylvia! Noooooo!" Tears steeped her eyes in a bath of agony and fears. "Noooooooooo!" Languidly, Cylvia Oliss got up from the couch and came to stand over Lonnie, and she grinned in obscene delight as she stared at the young wife's squirming body, impaled as it was by the finger of lusting Sam Zeigler. She placed her hands over Lonnie's breasts and squeezed the tender globes. "We're going to show you a new way of life, Lonnie. A better way -- and you're going to learn to like it !" "No... no..." the shattered young woman mewled, cringing. "I... I want to go home now. I've had enough for one night." She never had felt so ashamed or alone or defenseless then, for Zeigler and Cylvia started to laugh fiendishly. "Stop pretending to be so damned innocent, Lonnie," Cylvia said, still chuckling, "you sure have been enjoying the show, what with allowing Sam, a perfect stranger to fingerfuck you. And the way you're squirming around, I'd say you're still hotter than hell." "I've been a fool," Lonnie wailed. "Oh, God! A drunken fool, but I love my husband and I don't want to deceive him any more than I already have." She tried to bury her tear-stained face in her hands, but Cylvia's manipulating hands on her breasts prevented her. Instead she leaned back, her eyes clenched and wet, her teeth bared over her straining lips. "I've done enough to be sorry for to last me a lifetime." "Lonnie," Zeigler said, smirking, his finger digging in her trembling cunt, "Lonnie, you've barely begun." He took it out suddenly. Together, the gangster and Mrs. Oliss pulled the terrified, but emotionally charged young woman down on the couch, and then Zeigler started pushing her knees apart and slid his hand once more under her mini-skirt. Lonnie spasmed with a deep, gurgling wretchedness in her throat as the G-string was pulled farther to one side of her vaginal slit and he caressed the naked pink flesh. She moaned out her humiliation, then groaned as Zeigler once more commenced to slowly stroke in and out in a make-believe of copulation. "Go on and make all the noise you want, Lonnie. The walls are sound-proofed and the glass unbreakable. That is, if anybody was interested in what's going on in here -- which they aren't. They're playing their own games while watching the dog-fuck show." Lonnie Carmel fluttered her eyes open again, and the first sight she saw was the stage. A gasp of utter horror sprang from her lips, and for a split second she forgot about her own misery as she caught the obscene spectacle on the bed. The girl, still kneeling on all fours, and the huge animal at her swaying ivory buttocks, and the beast was mounting her... his huge paws covered in mittens so that his claws couldn't scratch. But Lonnie's agonized vision telescoped in on the glistening, scarlet tube of the dog's penis which had slid from his hairy sheath and was now dancing in the soft crevice of the girl's up-tilted buttocks; the dog jerked and trembled in his attempt to find the girl's vagina and to bury his thick tapered shaft into her belly. The girl tensed, evading the alien invasion of her cunt, but the dog, mindlessly thrust time and time again, and then in frustration, growled and once again bared his saliva dripping fangs. Lonnie held her breath as the girl, in desperation and absolute terror, reached one slim, young arm back and grasped the slippery canine penis and guided it to the point of her pink, wet slit where her open vaginal mouth flexed invitingly. And then the dog heaved his massive loins forward and buried his scarlet cock into her cunt with a quick wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging lewdly below her blonde pubic hair. Lonnie's breath whistled as she let it out, and a deep burning sensation bubbling in her belly grew in intensity as the ravishing sight continued unabated. Then her mind jumped back to the room and her own plight as the couch shifted and Cylvia's sweet feminine perfume filled her nostril's... she looked around and the woman was standing naked, unashamed, as breathtaking a blonde Venus as she had been in Lonnie's arms but a few hours earlier! Her body and mind, a swirling, shattering craze of liquor and torment, didn't even offer a protest as she felt her naked girlfriend and Zeigler lift her buttocks and remove her dress... then her G-string, her last vestige of protection! Her cunt was exposed to their lusting gazes now, and she heard Zeigler groan in appreciation as he leered over her quivering thighs. A burning shame flowed through her, and she held her breath as she watched the girl on the bed being buffeted by the dog and then drip saliva from his lolling tongue onto her back... and she heard the rustling of clothes, and she knew that Zeigler was stripping naked. Then a surging heat inundated her vagina and expanded her breasts, and her brain revolved as Cylvia unbuttoned the see-through blouse, leaving Lonnie without even the last vestige of decency, and somewhere in the haze of her mind, she heard her girlfriend say: "She's a hot piece of ass, Sam. I've had her once today, and she's about ready for you to fuck. But let me get her really primed first. Help me if you want; she can take anything." "Noooo," came bubbling from the helpless young wife's lips, but to no avail. Cylvia's lewd suggestion was set into action without a moment's hesitation; in unison, the naked bodies of Zeigler and Mrs. Oliss closed in on her, and they began to run their hands over her full, quivering breasts and soft warm flesh until her white skin glowed pearlescent. Cylvia took Lonnie's nipples and massaged them to agonizing hardness, and Lonnie could only stare in wonderment as the woman began crawling over her squirming body and lick her nipples, her areoles, her white curve of flesh... Then down, down with passionate kisses over the soft mound of her belly and the smoldering skin of her inner thighs. A seething hot coal scalded her belly and loins, leaving her thighs and vagina steaming. She tried to close her obscenely spread legs, but Cylvia's hands forced them apart slightly more. A gripping lust ripped through Sam Zeigler, making his legs weak and his testicles swell with the excitement of the scene. God! The damned dog show wasn't nearly as passionate or lust-provoking as the lewd depravity of the two naked wives. Cylvia was forcing the Carmel woman's slender ankles apart until her full-lipped cunt was no longer a pink slash but a gaping valley of quivering flesh. His eyes mirrored the glittering eyes of Cylvia Oliss as with obscene delight they stared at Lonnie's tingling upraised clitoris. "As they say, Lonnie," Cylvia mused, "when getting your pussy fucked is inevitable, relax and enjoy it." Her lips were glistening with anticipatory saliva. "And, honey, I know you enjoy what I'm going to do to you." A hopeless moan fluttered from Lonnie as she felt for the second time in the evening her girlfriend's hot, panting breath on her raw, moist, pink cunt. And then she groaned as Cylvia lowered her head and sucked her vagina, licking her clitoris with her tongue until it was hard and throbbing. Velvet lips once more were covering her sensitive pussy lips and the hair-fringed edges of her vaginal split until Lonnie's breath was matching Cylvia's in intensity and excitement. Her body squirmed ecstatically as teeth, lips, tongue worked their magic scorchings across her loins. "Oh God... oh God, you're driving me mad I can't take this... no, no ... please stop, Cylvia!" Her cries filled the room, making Zeigler's hardened penis jerk with blood-filled tingling. God! He was having a hard time controlling his throbbing cock, waiting until Cylvia was ready to let it take the place of her teasing mouth. Lonnie's mind whirled and she gasped in short, grunting breaths as Cylvia slid from her moist pubic slit, playing with her hungry cunt opening, and then thrust her tongue deep as it would go inside her vaginal tunnel. Lonnie could feel that pink tongue all the way up her belly and to her breasts. But the Oliss wife wasn't satisfied; she wanted more than soft moans, she wanted to be begged, to be screamed at... 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! Lonnie's twin centers of desire drove on. She was almost ready to cum and could not stop either her mouth or her cunt. Her belly danced with relentless excitement and her hot-walled vagina gripped around Zeigler's plunging cock like a warm, clenched fist, while his balls pounded against her buttocks and the soft-haired skin of her wide spread loins. Spurred on by the double sight of dog in girl and Lonnie on Cylvia, Zeigler dug deeper, forcing Lonnie's legs farther back, his cock fucking into her like a pile-driving machine gone mad. Then Cylvia, the sucking lips driving her to raw, naked insanity, rocked back and forth and she screamed out: "I'm cuuummmiiinnngggg!" She jerked and twisted crazily beneath the oral drubbings of the wife. "Suck me harder, you bitch! Suck me harder!" And her whole cunt spilled out with the juices of her orgasm. "Ahhhh!" Zeigler fucked into Lonnie's churning cunt, the cries and moans egging him with burning heat. Lonnie cried out from the brutal impalement -- her voice muffled -- but her greedy vagina clasped around his shaft and slithered up wetly to devour still more. She was cumming, tooo... sweat was pouring from her body as she strove wildly for her climax... it was so close... And then -- A wail from outside the room was heard by Lonnie. It was so loud that it came through the room's glass, and so pitiful and anguished that it filtered through the liquor and sensation fogged mind of the hopelessly skewered wife, and made her take her mouth from Cylvia's straining cunt. She was able to see in the reflection of the room's mirrors to stage... the girl... the giant dog... The little teen-ager was in the first throes of her orgasm, and she was screwing her cunt back against the dog insanely. The beast jerked forward, and his tuberous scarlet cock spit out its animal sperm in hard surges, deep up in the girl's vagina, releasing her own climax. Thick white cream appeared at her cuntal mouth as her belly muscles squeezed with her sensations, and rivulets of the dog sperm ran down the backs of her ivory thighs to the bed below. The large beast slipped his deflating cock from her and she pitched forward, seemingly unconscious; the dog wagged his tail in obvious appreciation and in a last act of depravity, licked her wide-spread thighs and pussy, licking his own animal semen from her quivering cunt. And this perversion blasted Lonnie's brain. Is a dog, is that dog, really that satisfying? With a shudder of forbidden horror, her whole body tensed, and that was the last little bit needed to set off Zeigler's boiling testicles. He groaned and suddenly Lonnie could feel his hot waves of male seed shoot hotly up into her dilated womb. Her head whirled with lust as the hot, powerful squirts filled her belly to the bursting point. She could feel its forceful jets spattering against the walls of her womb... but she was still seconds away from her own frantically building release. His cock began to slowly stop its wild ejaculations, and she couldn't stand it. "No! No! Wait... please wait for me..." She sobbed with frustration, but her pleas were useless. She clenched her buttocks desperately up against his softening penis which had lost its mastery over her seething desires, and her heels pounded ineffectually on his backsides as with an empty groan of satisfaction, he rolled from her, exhausted. Lonnie was beside herself, torn between the hot hungering need scorching her still insatiated cunt and the quick twinge of shame and humiliation that flitted through her desire-contorted brain. She rolled her head, whimpering. Her end was so near... and yet so far. She kicked out her legs and with her own hands fingerfucked her desperately sucking pussy, digging into herself greedily, trying to reach the impossible depths of the man named Ziegler's vanquished cock. "Fuck me... Oh God help me, but please fuck me..." "Give it to her," Cylvia goaded, sitting up, glazed eyed and for the moment satiated. "Shoot it to her again." "I will, you little nymphomaniac. She's not dead yet," Zeigler panted, "but I sure am for a few minutes. God almighty, she's insatiable!" "Want me to make your cock hard for you?" Cylvia teased. "Want me to take your cock and put it on my mouth and suck you until it's hard again?" Zeigler groaned at the lurid thought, and incredibly, his cock stirred slightly. "No," he decided. "I want Lonnie to suck me. I want her to put those lovely lips of hers over my cock and suck me until I cum in her mouth. And then," he said, his eyes two glittering stones of lasciviousness, "and then I'll screw her in that hairless little asshole of hers. If I've got the strength left." "You do, Sam," Cylvia replied knowingly. "You always have with me, anyway, and I'd say that little Mrs. Carmel is as much -- if not more of a prick-riser than I am." "Impossible!" Zeigler said, grinning. "Well, if you get too tired, I know a number of guys and one large dog that'll love to fuck her -- and are going to, if I have my way!" "And you always do, don't you, Cylvia?" Zeigler said with a knowing smile. "You always do." Mrs. Lonnie Carmel could only hear this lewd conversation with the infitesimal portion of her brain that was still lucid. The rest of her was a quivenng mass of frustrations and lusts. Her only reaction to the two others were her rambling cries of desire. "Fuck me... please, I must have more... fuck me..." And... in the background Cylvia Oliss' voice droned almost gleefully on..." And when Tamera's friends get through gangfucking that snotty little daughter of her's I think both mother and daughter will be ready for a little dual workout with all the boys at the same time. Won't the sight of that tear innocent Mr. Roger Carmel's mind apart? 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