LLP-220 Book Two The Blackmailed Mother by Peter Jensen


Chapter 1


Saturday morning arrived all too soon.

Jennifer Carmel, the day before an innocent virgin teen-ager, stared at 
the blinds on the windows. Her skin was pale, as if the ice-water she 
felt in her veins was actually flowing in place of her blood. She was 
as confused as any little girl could have been and she tried to sort 
her ambivalent feelings as she lay under the covers of her bed.

She curled her legs up, letting the blankets fall away so that she 
could hug her knees protectively, and would have probably run to her 
parent if she had any to go to. Father was out of town. Father was not 
there to be the father she had needed before last night, and she knew 
that his upright morals wouldn't have allowed him to be the father on 
which she could rely on for judgment and understanding. Mother -- hell, 
she hadn't gotten home until after Jennifer had, and the noise she'd 
made, whooping and hollering and ... well, it had sounded like crying, 
but the young girl was too fogged with sleep and the effects of the 
marijuana, liquor, and the sex she'd seen and done to be completely 
cognizant. Mother was still asleep, and she wouldn't have under stood 
anyway. No, Jennifer felt that she was alone, with no one to turn to 
for guidance.

Mentally she was enmeshed in the guilt of having succumbed to 
temptation and allowed herself to display her sweet, tender pussy and 
taut breasts in front of all those kids -- even though they were doing 
the same -- and writhe abandonly in naked intercourse with Stan Lubin 
on the floor of that cabin. She swallowed, her shame-parched throat and 
looked down at her nubile, firm body with its snowy crests of rounded 
breasts and flat stomach and the black triangular silk of her sparse 
young pubic mound. As she looked down at herself, she miserably 
realized that although her dream had been shattered hopelessly and she 
had given up her virginity and her dignity all in one wild night, she 
wasn't entirely filled with self-abomination. Oh, there were the long-
standing agonies to contend with, the morals and ethics which she'd 
been weaned on since birth, but for all of the warnings she'd received 
about allowing "advances" from a boy, she had to admit, if only 
privately to herself, that she hadn't broken out in warts or become 
wretchedly ill or really changed her basic nature much.

She had had a dream of a large, soft double-bed with white, frilly 
sheets and a husband lying tenderly between her open legs. She kept 
thinking about Stan Lubin buffeting her tender throbbing young cunt 
last night with his lust-filled cock, her breasts swollen and hurting 
from his trembling hands, and the way she willingly allowed him to do 
it to her over and over ... until she was ready to promise him anything 
for the pleasure of having more. Now she had no dream, no bed, no 
tender patience, no husband ... The dream hadn't become a nightmare but 
it hadn't left her totally at ease, the way her girl-friend Tamera 
certainly would be this morning. Of course, Tamera was experienced at 
letting guys fuck her -- the salacious way she'd been with her 
boyfriend, Vic, last night, and then let one of the other football team 
members fuck her too was an indelible imprint on Jennifer's mind.


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