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                              BlkMthr.zip -- 5/16

                             The Blackmailed Mother
                                   Chapter 5

      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, "God-damned 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!"

      The virgin teenager gaped with agony as she saw what was happening
almost
in front of her.  Vic, having brought Tamera to a whining pitch of raw
nerves,
was now upside down and straddling her hearing chest, his face inches
from the
young girl's cunt.  Tamera's mouth was wide and her eyes were waxy
nothings of
lust and drugs.  Then, Vic pressed the flat plane of her stomach and
massaged
the outer flanges of her vaginal lips, pulling outward, exposing the
moist pink
slit of Tamera's quivering pussy.  The large bud of her erect clitoris
was
clearly in view just above the shadowed mouth of her cunt.

      Stan, afraid he might be losing his opportunity, lit another
marijuana
cigarette quickly with his free hand, while the other hand still worked
slowly
but surely in the defenseless girl's vagina, and stuck the "joint"
between the
lips of her trembling mouth, and he ordered her to suck in the smoke
deeply.
Like an automaton, Jennifer let the sweet acrid smoke curl in her lungs,
and
like it was a panacea, it filtered out all the horror she felt,
replacing it
with a kind of delightful wickedness.

      She watched with overt fascination as Vic let his tongue flick
over the
offered vaginal orifice of her girlfriend, and her body jerked as Tamera
responded with tiny spasms of excitement.  Her hips began a slow
undulation as
Tamera mewled and rolled from side to side in order to allow the boy
more area
between her legs for his kisses.  Jennifer drew on the "grass" deeper,
and her
whole being blossomed with new, unfathomable sensations.  She was caught
in a
mindless, uncontrollable desire to participate -- she had to belong!... 
Oh
God, yes, she had to belong to it all!...

      "Now, baby, let's have a peek at your hot little cunt," Stan Lubin
said
heavily.  "It should be nice and juicy by now."

      The lewd demand excited the virgin girl even more, and she moaned
in her
drugged stupor as without protest, she now surrendered her loins to his
desire.
Stan pushed up her buttocks and removed first her panties, and then
found the
buttons for her skirt.  He let them down her legs slowly, saying: "You
won't be
needing these any more," and young Jennifer's body was like so much
rubber in
his strong grip.

      The boy was mesmerized by the lust-inciting view of her undefiled
vagina.
Now, naked as the others were, she sprawled deliriously back on the
cushions,
breathing wildly and unable to tear her gaze from the obscene display of
her
best girlfriend's widespread thighs with the boy's head down between
them.

      Jennifer's nubile form was an entrancing combination of raven
blackness
and ivory swells of breasts and thighs, with a thin moist slit running
through
the triangle of her soft young pubic hair.  Stan had fucked a lot of
girls, but
he'd never dreamed of such a prize!  Never had he come close to
deflowering
anything as pure, innocent, or helpless.  Her mewlings of shame only
goaded his
cock to rock hardness, and he could feel his shaft pound with blood and
tiny
droplets seeped from his bloated cockhead.

      His fingers crawled into the valley of her maidenhood, wet with
her
emissions.  He rubbed her clitoris, listening to the panicky gasps that
rose
from deep in her lungs.  "Stan... not so hard...  no, no, I've never
done
this... don't hurt me..." Jennifer found herself sliding down off the
crowded
couch onto the floor with her crazed motions, Stan beside her, never
letting up
with his hand.  She writhed on the floor, nearly as abandoned as the
others,
and her nerves were shredded under his obscene torture of her young
female
genitals.

      Enjoying himself, Stan crouched down and spread the lips of her
vagina
and slipped his middle finger into the tight, innocent hole.  He pushed
deeper,
caressing her untouched vaginal walls, and her cunt lips sucked tightly
around
his middle finger.  He began a deliberate in and out movement in a slow
teasing
fucking motion, wanting her wetter so that the pain of his impending
entrance
would be lessened.  And that impalement of her virginal pussy would be
soon...
soon, or by God, he'd cream in his drawers!

      Vic now had room in which to fuck Jennifer's girlfriend.  Jennifer
looked
up and was horrified to see the large boy standing over the hungrily
writhing
Tamera and removing his pants.  For the second time in her life, she saw
a
fully erected, mature penis!  Jennifer gaped at the thick stump as he
paused
next to her girlfriend's still wide-spread thighs.  How could Tam take
it all?
Jennifer thought crazily.  She knew that Tam wasn't a virgin, but this
open
craving of lust was beyond her imagination!  She found her eyes locked
on Vic's
huge cock as he arched over the other girl then Tamera reached out and
grasped
the quivering cock and guided it between her legs to her open vagina.
Jennifer's throat was constricted as she watched him lever downwards,
his cock
slipping smoothly into the tiny bearded mouth, a moaning sigh coming
from both
of their throats.  Then began the same pumping with his young virile
cock as
Stan was doing to her own cunt with his middle finger.  Tamera locked
her
ankles around Vic's legs, and the tempo began to build until her
buttocks were
drumming wildly into the couch and she ground her own body up to meet
his.

      Jennifer's pussy, of its own volition, sucked back on his fingers,
her
hips fucking up at them with the same rhythm as her girlfriend was using
while
being fucked by her boyfriend.  The cords of her neck strained with the
unleashed torrent of her sexual fire, and she rolled against Stan,
forcing him
to remove his finger.  She twitched and undulated, unable to stop her
beating,
not knowing what she was doing or where she was, oblivious to all the
others in
the same room.  She couldn't believe what was happening to her -- what
she had
become!

      Stan couldn't wait a moment longer.  His testicles and cock pulsed
with
aching desire to screw this innocent little cock-teaser.  He unzipped
his
pants, flung them and his shirt from him and then crouched over her, his
eyes
gleaming with perversion and lust.  Jennifer looked down between her
palpitating breasts and saw his penis jutting out from his loins,
throbbing as
if an entity unto itself.  It touched her, leaving a smear of  its male
secretions on her bare thigh, and she quivered uncontrollably.  This was
the
first time any male had been so daringly intimate, and she had to stifle
the
sudden urge to reach down and take it in her hands.  She stared at it,
highlighted as it was by the red rays from the dying fire, and it looked
hot
and hard.  She mewled, her eyes wide with fright as the full impact of
what was
going to happen to her hit her mind.  He was going to shove his hardened
penis
into her body!  All of it!

      Her cunt was open and wet and aching for it, but she wanted to cry
out
the impossibility of accepting such a huge penis the very first time. 
Maybe
later, after another lover or so had widened her cunt, she could take
it...
maybe never, but not now!  It was so much bigger than her tiny
unstretched
vagina!

      "Don't do it to me, Stan," she cried out in terror.  "I'll do
anything
else you want... but not this!"  Tears washed her eyes.

      "Anything?" the boy snickered.  "As many times as I want?"  He
thought of
her as his private little cocksucker, trained from her very first taste
of
prick, unlike the others who were set in their habits and not always
able to
satisfy him completely.  And then he laughed.  That would come later...
but
there was the fucking before that.

      "Baby, what I want is for you to do anything as many times as I
want you
to... including letting me fuck you!  You'll spread your cunt for me any
time I
ask!  Now take my prick and put it in your sweet pussy.  Now!"

      Jennifer felt the huge cock lying the full length of her
defensively
clenching vaginal slit as he hovered over her, its head jerking between
the
tight, hair-lined lips, insinuating itself with a mad tease which made
her all
the more passionate and desperate.  Her fingers hesitantly trembled as
she
touched his swollen shaft, the contact an electric shock which rippled
through
her body... down to the gently throbbing hole between her open thighs. 
She
pulled his rigid cock into her until the head fitted her like a cork in
a
flask, her tiny little cunt lips stretched like a tight oval ring around
it.
Her hips tensed and little by little more of his cock forced its way
into her
screaming flesh, probing deeper and deeper...

      "Goddamn, you're tight," Stan groaned as he levered above her.

      Her soft tender vagina felt as though it were bursting at the
seams, the
pain unbearable.  "Stan, you're hurting me... you're splitting me open
down
there!  No more... no more, please!"

      Her words were choked off as his blunt-headed penis hit her
resisting
hymen.  A searing agony raced up from her loins, making her cry out.
"Noooooo!"

      "Yes," he hissed.  "In fact, tell me you want it."

      "Oh God, no!  I don't want it!"

      He pushed down on her and involuntarily her legs widened from the
sudden
rush of pain.  She gritted her teeth, tears of agony staining her
cheeks,
ruining the light coat of makeup she'd so carefully applied only hours
earlier.
"All right, all right!  Yes!" she whimpered helplessly, "I want you to
do it to
me!"

      "Say it the right way," he snarled impatiently.  "Tell me you want
me to
fuck your hot little cunt and break your cherry!"

      "Fuck... me," she whispered but then he levered again, and she
screamed
out, "Oh God, fuck me!  Fuck my hot little cunt and break my cherry!"

      "Louder!"

      "Fuck my hot little cunt!"  She didn't care if everybody in the
cabin
heard her, not any more, not with the crazy potpourri of potion, desire,
and
pain which ran rampant through her.  She didn't care about anything or
anybody
-- except for Stan Lubin and his blood-engorged penis.

      "Okay, baby," he grunted, "I will fuck you!" The boy ground
against her
hymen slowly, deliberately, wanting her to know that she was being
fucked
royally and that she belonged all to him.

      Jennifer gritted her teeth from the agony and groaned through them
as his
penis strained at the thin, vainly resisting membrane.  Her fists
clenched and
unclenched, and she kicked out her legs to try and ease her torture, to
no
avail.  Grabbing her young, firm buttocks with his hands, Stan held her
tight
and jerked his hips wildly, ramming his cock deeper into her protesting
young
belly until there was a sudden pop inside, and he slid unimpeded all the
way up
to her now quivering cervix.

      Jennifer forced air into her lungs and gasped at the shock of her
lost
virginity, and then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pain lessened and
she
felt passion once more swirling unhindered through her body.  Her blood
was
boiling and the cock buried so deep up inside her felt good..... so hard
and
goood... she began to rotate her hips and the tiny muscles in her now
voluntarily opening cunt worked hungrily at the throbbing shaft.  Ah
God, she
wanted to get fucked!

      "Ooooooh, yes!  Yes!" she panted mindlessly.

      Stan reached down around her squirming buttocks with a finger and
slowly
teased into the smooth rubbery walls of her tight, puckered anus.  Her
feet
kicked high out in the air again and her toes curled with the
pleasure-pain.
Through the thin wall separating her cunt from her rectum she felt both
his
cock and finger sliding in and out with maddening friction. A whirlwind
of new
sensations tore through the young girl, and for the first time for Roger
Carmel's teenage daughter, there was nothing else in the whole wide
world
except the delicious double-fucking of her cunt and anus.  Her cries
tumbled
from her lips as she locked her ankles high up around his back and
skewered her
hot, moist pussy up the full length of his immense, pumping shaft. 
Sweat
poured from her.

      "Oh, darling!... what are you doing to me?...  I never thought it
could
be so wonderful... oh...  darling!"

      Her fingers raked the pounding cheeks of his buttocks, trying to
pull him
still deeper.  She rolled in heat and the hard young cock continued its
powerful surging motions.  Her cunt hole became accustomed to his
invasion and
the defensive pressure of her anal walls around his finger relaxed and a
tide
of hot juices drowned his penis in a sea of her excited lubrications. 
She let
him fuck her with long hard strokes, wanting him to cum inside her,
wanting to
let the hot sperm in his balls mingle with her own secretions, and that
was all
that poured through the young girl's drug and passion-fogged mind.

      "Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me..." she chanted deliriously. 
"Cum... cum,
Stan, and make me cum..."

      Stan nearly came right then and there as he listened to her wild,
incoherent babblings.  He loved to hear a girl beg for his cock, and he
loved
the way this Carmel girl's hot little pussy clasped around his cock like
a
warm, fleshy glove.  He'd nailed her cherry, and she was pretty and
obviously
talented, and one hell of a fine piece of ass.  He'd really scored
tonight!

      "I figured you'd like it once you got your first taste of cock,"
he
gloated over her.  "Whose little bitch are you?"

      "Your's, Stan," she gasped back, willing to agree to anything just
so he
wouldn't stop the magnificent fucking of her newly-awakened vagina.  "Oh
God,
I'm all your's, Stan."  She was shocked to hear what she was saying, but
the
only thing that mattered for her desire-maddened mind and body now was
to cum,
to reach that magical apex rising deep in her young quivering belly.

      "Fuck me, Stan...  You can fuck me any time you like!"

       He continued his assault on her tiny squirming rectum and cunt,
his
balls nearly bursting apart with their impending release.  He tried to
keep his
mind on the rest of what he had to do... what Vic had told him to do...
what he
wanted to do to this high-class little bitch anyway, Vic or no Vic.  He
managed
to groan out: "Good, I want you tomorrow night too. At my house.  My
parents
will be out... and a few of the guys are going to be over.  We'll have a
little
gang-bang, just you and us."

      Jennifer's gut wrenched, and she thought she'd be sick.  "No...
no, I
couldn't!"  She cried and twisted her body.  "No!"

      Stan stopped his jerkings.  Jennifer, lost in her cloud of
euphoric sex,
still continued her inner throbbings, and then she realized that he
wasn't
moving!  His cock was lying motionless in her cunt.  "Fuck me!" she
wailed.
"Please, fuck me, fuck me, Stan!  Don't stop now!"

      "What about tomorrow night, bitch?  You going to say no to
anything I
ask? Anything?"  His voice lashed her satin cheek, leaving mental gashes
as
deep as whip marks.

      "Ooooohhhh..."  Her eyes clenched tightly shut with humiliation
and
shame, her conscience stricken mind a ferment of emotional conflicts. 
She
couldn't stand it any longer, though; fuck was the only word of any deep
importance at that moment.  Fuck and cum...  "Yes, Stan, yes. I'll fuck
you in
front of everybody.  I'll... even let the others fuck me while you watch
... if
that's what you want.  But please, fuck me now.  I've got to have your
cum in
me. I've got to cummmm!..."

      "That's my little hot bitch!" Stan gloated in victory.  He grabbed
her
hips again, worming his finger even deeper into her tight little anus
and
surged forward so hard as to knock the breath from her lungs.  Jennifer
went
back into the all-enveloping sensation of his driving young cock,
fucking in
and out of her cunt with demoniacal force.  They hadn't called Stan "The
Slam"
for nothing... Jennifer's body dripped with sweat and the consuming
sexual
frenzy which once more shackled her demands to his was driving her out
of her
mind.  All she wanted was his cock inside her now.  All she wanted was
to
fuck... fuck... fuck.

      Stan groaned as the pressure built in his sperm-bloated
testicles.  He
couldn't hold out any longer, not with this hot cunt and crazy virgin
humping
his penis almost as hard as he was pile-driving into her.  He spread the
soft
yielding crevice of her buttocks wider with his hands and drove his
finger
harder into her rectum, feeling the underside of his cock pulsating on
the
other side of the thin fleshy wall of internal membrane.

      "Oh, that's it baby," he gasped.  "I'm almost there...  oh, fuck
back,
fuck back harder..."

      "Cum... cum, darling, cum..." Jennifer panted, her own orgasm
nearly
ready to render her insensate.  "Cum... cum... cum..."

       And then Jennifer sensed the muscles of his abdomen tighten
against her
belly and she braced herself.  Her first male cum!  The first time a boy
had
spurted his white hot seed in her womb!  She knew in an illogical flash
of
peripheral thought that it wouldn't be her last...  Stan's penis swelled
and
jerked and she could tell that the whole tube running beneath the
underside of
his cock was bulging with his orgasm.  He moaned and hissed and thick
burning
liquid splashed deep inside her vaginal tunnel, making her cunt walls
pulsate
in tempo with his rhythmic spurts of semen.  She shivered and blindly
reacted.

      "Oh, God, Stan... what are you doing to me... what are you
doing... oh
God, my belly... my cunt... I'm cuuuuuummmiinnnnggggg tooooooo! ..."

      Her cries tumbled from her mouth as their bodies became one.  Her
ankles
locked high on his back and her hips twisted upwards, clenching hungrily
at
both finger and cock as she crazily pulled his ejaculating cock deeper
into her
womb.  Jennifer screamed incoherently as her own orgasmic juices
whirlpooled
together with his white hot cum and overflowed her vagina, running down
over
his hands cupping her buttocks, and her whole lower body and her breasts
heaved
and rolled in lewd convulsions of animal climax.

      Then Jennifer Carmel, involved in her first sexual escapade in the
debauched, orgiastic and shameless fashion of group participation, felt
completely void of all normal emotions.  No words could describe the
creeping
satiation which started in her cunt and spread out like a warm blanket,
paralyzing and deadening her nerves and marrow in both directions until
she
couldn't feel her toes or the nipples on her breasts.  Her legs unwound
and
dropped lifeless from the young boy's waist, as he fell forward, pinning
her
heavily to the rug as he slipped his finger from her still tightly
clinging
rectum with a slight hissing sound.  His cock deflated rapidly, now
trickling
out the last of his virile sperm into her flooded vagina.

      Jennifer sighed dreamily.  It was over.  She was now a woman in a
very
literal, important sense.  She'd discovered the joys of a man and woman
together, lost in their nether world of sensuality, and she could never
return
to her naive virginal ways.  And, as she'd fearfully suspected only that
morning, she really didn't miss the physical proof of her innocence, her
hymen.
She'd traded it for a much better, more fully satisfying part of life.

      Yet, as they lay there, and the fog of licentiousness and drugs
lifted
slightly, she heard the writhings and moanings of the other high school
students in the dim shadows around her, and she could make out her best
friend,
Tamera, now kneeling over the naked loins of her boyfriend, Vic, her
position
changed to where she was letting him fuck her upwards, his penis
stroking her
lathered cunt which was splayed wide above him.  She was burying her
face
against his, her beautiful, young body a curving bundle of jerking
nerves.  And
Jennifer allowed some of her more sane reactions to drift over her
torpid
brain, infiltrate with the torture of shame and confusion.  The
revelation of
what she'd allowed a boy she hardly even knew to do to her -- she'd not
only
forsaken her vow of premarital chastity, but had not even allowed her
womanly
gift to be accepted by a person who would appreciate the emotions with
which it
was offered -- hit her with intense mortification.  Yet she had the
horribl e
premonition that even in the light of day, that tomorrow, she wouldn't
really
be sorry... and that she'd let Stan have her again and again. Her
mindless
words she'd poured out when he'd been fucking her half senseless a few
short
minutes ago were the truth and she'd liked everything he'd done to her. 
She
blushed back her tears and tried to compose herself as Stan raised up
and
grinned at her.

      "Well, baby, that's one little virgin hole gone.  There's still a
couple
more, eh, Jennie baby?"

      She didn't understand what he meant and her face showed it.  He
grinned
wider.  "There's your little ass-hole yet to break in... and that cute
little
mouth," he chuckled.  He withdrew his deflated cock which slipped from
her
vagina with a wet, popping sound and rolled on his side. "Yeah, next
time I
think I'll fuck your face.

      Nausea rippled through Jennifer at the inconceivable notion of his
sperm
filling her mouth, bloating her cheeks, cascading down into her
stomach.  But
she forced a smile on her lips, for she knew that sooner or later he'd
have his
way.  She pouted impishly as she reached down and took his soft penis
between
her fingers and felt its wetness.  "Was... was I good, Stan?  Did I
please
you?"

      "For a beginner, you were okay," he said in an off-hand way.  No
use
swelling her head, he thought; she might get conceited ideas, and she
had to
always be aware that her little cunt was now his, and she must be driven
to be
better each time, to devote herself completely to him.  "From now on,
you get
the job of keeping my balls empty."

      "You... mean I'm your girl?"

      He shrugged.  "As much as any girl is," he replied nonchalantly.

      "Are... are you going to take me home now?" she whispered.

      His laugh was an evil bark.  "Are you kidding? The night's still
young.
Hell, baby, the party's only beginning."

      "I... I need a rest," Jennifer admitted.  "I... that is, it was my
first
time... I'm not used to it.  I hurt a little bit.  Please, don't do
anything to
me for a little while."

      "Sure, baby," he answered magnanimously.  But it wasn't just
because of
Jennifer he was being kind.  He needed a rest as well before he could
get
another hard-on tonight.  She'd milked him with a passion the more
experienced
little bitches had lost, even though she wasn't as skilled.  But, she
would be
soon, he gloated; she had that natural talent of fucking which only took
a
little direction and discipline to make into the finest piece of ass in
the
whole school.  In a little while, his balls would be tight with more
sperm and
his cock would enervate into new lusty life.  After a while...


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