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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
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Kappy, Son Of Kaptain
Chapter I
Jean Wilson could not rid herself of the feeling that they
were being unduly persecuted. She studied her young husband of
five weeks who stood on the opposite side of the bed watching as
he removed his shirt and trousers to reveal his lanky frame, a
tender emotion of deep affection filling her. They had done
nothing ... absolutely nothing, she reasoned incredulously as she
unzipped and stepped out of the maid's black, petite uniform that
the Keeles insisted she wear. Yet, there they were, serving a
ridiculous probationary period, and all because of a miserably
decrepit judge ...
"It could be worse, Honey," her husband spoke assuagely,
interrupting her thoughts, the warm smile brightening his sharp-
angled, boyish features meant to lessen the oppression that had
been with her since Judge McGraw had sentenced them earlier that
day. "So, we didn't know anything about the damned grass Nick had
... they could still have thrown the book at us. Ignorance is no
excuse, you know ... and I'm thinking that if it hadn't been for
Chief Lannigan and Max Keele ... well, we'd both be taking a nice
hike ..."
"But how could we know Nick had marijuana on him? My God, we
had just met them not an hour before ... then, like a pair of
idiots we had to go along to their party," the seventeen-year-old,
honey-haired girl reflected lamentably, her wide and innocent
green eyes puddling with tears as they had time and again
throughout the ordeal of the past ten hours.
"I know ... I know, Baby," Ken Wilson conceded, sensing the
lump rising in his own throat at the little tears trickling down
her angelic face. He stood awkwardly running his hands through
his own long, chestnut hair, his shorts alone covering his
nakedness.
Damn, what a fine beginning he'd gotten them off to! Married
five weeks, eloping the way they had against her parents' wishes,
and now this mess. Her father'd been right ... he'd never amount
to a "row of ashcans" ... college dropout, vagabond ... a
worthless bastard at twenty, that's what he was. Hell, he'd had
no right marrying her and he'd known it from the start, but he
hadn't been able to help himself ... he'd loved her from the first
moment that day he'd seen her on the beach, reminding him of a
golden Venus in her tiny white bikini ... just as she did at that
very second, her wispy nylon panties and abundantly filled bra
enhancing the curvaceous loveliness of her golden-tanned, satiny-
skinned body.
"... If only we'd never met them, none of this would've
happened," Jean persisted, unable to shake her dejection as she
turned and walked to the vanity for a facial tissue.
Ken swallowed tightly, his discerning eyes automatically
fixing on the provocative rippling movements of her curvaceous
young hips and perfectly ovaled buttocks, the length of her blonde
silken hair falling to the middle of her back, her slender,
waspish waist and long, shapely legs. He felt a stirring inside
his shorts and mentally berated himself for harboring such
thoughts at a time when she needed consolation rather than him on
top of her.
"How could we know, Jean honey?" he questioned, moving around
the bed toward her. "They seemed like right guys ... and they
were ... I mean, a couple of joints in a cat's pocket doesn't
make him public enemy number one just because the establishment
decrees it so. They were just three ordinary guys knocking around
the country and trying to find themselves is all ..."
"Oh, I know, Darling, I know ..." Jean sobbed, dabbing at her
little nose and big eyes with the tissue as she turned to face her
new husband. He opened his arms and she quickly drifted into
them, as if welcoming the security of their strength. "It was
that terrible judge ... I feel certain that Chief Lannigan
intended to let us go. He seemed to believe us .. . but then
something happened after Mr. Keele came, and the next thing I knew
we were being arraigned in court ... Oh, if Daddy ever finds out
..."
"There, Baby ... now don't start worrying about that," Ken
tried at reassuring her, stroking his hands over the smoothness of
her back as he pressed her to him, feeling the firmness of her
resilient breasts against his naked chest, his hands caressingly
grazing downward to clutch the softly yielding moons of her young
buttocks and draw her snugly to him. "Your father is two thousand
miles from here. Besides, it'll all be over before we know it;
three months isn't long ... and at least we'll be together."
She looked up into his face and he saw the tiny amber lights
sparkling in the depths of her green, and sometimes grayish-hued
eyes ... then he heard her almost inaudible gasp of arousal as she
felt the urgent throb of his swelling penis against the softness
of her belly.
"Oh Ken, I don't know what I would've done if they'd
separated us," she whispered, her warm, soft loveliness seeming to
melt into his virile, lanky body. She raised her sensuous, almost
quivering lips and he kissed them tenderly. "I-I love you so much
..."
"And I love you, Baby," he replied, letting his hands
possessively massage the intoxicating mounds of her buttocks
inside her soft nylon panties, while his ever-hardening penis
jerked slightly against the soft, silken flesh of her belly. He
tried to concentrate on the immediate urgency of their situation,
but his mounting desire for her was making that next to
impossible; anyway, he didn't want to give her the slightest
inkling that he did not trust their new benevolent overseer. And
he couldn't reason why Max Keele, the Juvenile Director of
Correction for the state, had so kindly taken them into his home
as maid and odd-job man rather than let them be sent into
individual detention institutions to serve their time. In fact,
it had been the big, smiling, gray-haired man who had approached
the bench and pleaded for probation for them ... and surprisingly
enough that finky judge had listened and granted it ...
"Darling ... let's get into bed," Jean whispered against his
cheek, the sweet warmth of her breath interrupting his train of
thought and inciting him as always. "I-I need you so badly
tonight ... after all that's happened ..."
"Mmmmmm, I've been waiting for that, you hot little minx," he
hissed while he unfastened her bra and smoothed his hands beneath
to cup the lavish dunes of buoyant, pink-nippled flesh, their tiny
buds like little marbles burrowing into the palms of his hands.
Christ, she was a lovely little creature ... if only she would let
herself go ... try to shake off the damned religious fetters her
parents had shackled her with ... but he could wait ... damn, yes,
he'd wait forever if necessary ...
Jean loved the warm, rippling sensations the closeness of her
husband's masculinity and the caressing of his hot, gentle hands
on her naked breasts sent coursing through her belly. From the
very first time it had been the same, and he had been the first
boy to possess her ... that night, one of so many beautiful
moonlit, star-crested nights on the beach. But he was hardly a
man at twenty; yet anything but a boy. He was her lover! That's
what he was ... her lover, and soon, she felt certain, that he
would find the secret of really fulfilling her budding young
sexual hunger.
She thought these things as she pressed her desire---aroused
flesh with unstained innocence needfully against his, her mind
desperately trying to blot out the unwarranted circum--- stances
imprisoning them. Of course, Ken was right; ignorance of the fact
was no excuse, and the penalty could have been so much worse ...
but she'd been certain that the happy---faced, ro--- bust, Chief
Lannigan had intended to let them go after she'd told her story,
and then Mr. Keele had arrived on the scene. Still, as Ken said,
at least they were together, and their room was comfortable. It
would only be for three months, certainly not a lifetime, and the
luxurious house was beautiful even if it was on the same grounds
with the Detention Home for Girls. At least, she didn't have to be
locked up inside that horrible place, being that she was on
restricted probation ... and Mrs. Keele had appeared to be a kind,
as well as strikingly beautiful woman in an austere way. There was
nothing about her that suggested the position she held as superin-
-- tendent of a girl's reform institution.
No ... it could be considerably worse, and she'd been acting
like a child ... anything but a wife ... and her sweet, roughly---
handsome young husband deserved so much more. God, how she loved
him! To make him happy was all that she dreamed of. If ... if only
she knew more of the secret, intimate ways ... perhaps then she
could do them for him! Why didn't he show her? Ask her? Force her
... ? Anything ... ?
"Oh Darling," Jean whispered as he gently rolled her thin,
almost transparent panties down over her hips to fall in a silken
pile at her feet, then drew her naked young body back on top of
him while he lowered himself onto the bed.
"Yes ...?" he prodded with a grinning hiss.
"I-I-I love you!" she gasped kissing him hungrily and
writhing her moistened vagina downward against the length of the
hard throbbing penis inside his shorts. "God, I love you,
Darling!"
He twisted his mouth free, still grinning. "I know all of
that ... but now the question is, how bad do you want to get
fucked?"
"Oh ... oh, God?" Jean gasped, the sudden wild sensations
racing through her belly and loins at the wickedly lewd sound of
his use of the forbidden four-letter word making her forget all
else but his presence and the delicious feel of his hard, virile
cock nestled in the soft, smooth flesh of her lower belly and
sparsely-haired young pubic mound. Sensuously, she squirmed her
hips and buttocks in an effort to work the long, cloth-hampered
shaft of hardened flesh up between the pouting lips of her slowly
moistening vagina. "Anyway ... anyway, only do it Darling! Love
me! Make me happy! Oh ... oh, please don't stop until ... until
..."
"Until ...?" he questioned, puzzled.
Frustrated, Jean sensed her cheeks flushing and stammered:
"Oh ... just hurry Darling ... please get those terrible clothes
off ...!"
* * *
Max Keele chuckled an obscene little sound as he watched the
closed-circuit TV screen and with open lewdness rubbed the swollen
heavy member bulging the front of his dressing gown. He lay
relaxed on the massive bed of the elegant room, the raven-haired,
ivory-skinned enchantress beside him as devoid of clothing beneath
the sheer negligee as was he, her exquisite, statuesque body
sensuously visible through the black, filmy negligee. With
obviously excited eyes she watched and listened to the intimate
bedroom performance unfolding before her, while she gently stroked
the great head of the German shepherd lying on the floor beside
her. Like her husband, Maggie Keele was reveling in the act of
playing voyeur to their newly acquired domestics' lovemaking.
"That delicious little bitch," the powerfully built, gray-
haired man half-whispered licentiously. "Look at her squirm that
luscious little ass! I knew it when I first laid eyes on her in
Lannigan's office. She's got it all, Baby, and that dumb punk
husband of hers can't turn it on." Again, he let out a lurid
chuckling sound. "You ever see prettier titties, or a more
devastating pair of thighs? And on top of that, she's a natural
blonde. Mmmmm, just look at those little golden curls sprinkled
over that tight young pussy ... doesn't that make your mouth water
though?"
"Wow!" his severely beautiful-faced wife exclaimed with a
sensual titter of her own; then, addressing the animal beside her:
"Daddy's going right out of his skull, Kappy! Maybe he won't be
able to wait and try to seduce her ... we might just have a rape
on our hands."
Max rolled his head to gaze over at his voluptuous mate,
noting with an appraising lecherous eye the white, smooth flesh of
one naked raised leg bent at the knee, and the full, rounded
shapeliness of its firm thigh. The enticing display sent a ripple
of lust from his groin to his belly and he felt his heavy cock
lurch inside the robe. Hell, even at forty she could still put
women half her age to shame with that body, he realized, and on
top of that she knew how, and loved to use it. They made the
perfect match all right; she was as lecherous as was he, which
fostered the ideal arrangement with both of them enjoying their
extramarital activities whenever and however they chose.
Then, there was the Spaxtons, the supposedly social club for
influential politicos and wealthy notables that was in reality a
swinging sex circle they had secretly founded together and that
met once a week; and if that wasn't enough to handle her drive,
she always had the never-absent dog by her side that he had given
her ... a present from Dave Archer down-state, and truly a
remarkable animal out of the noble sire, Kaptain. Hell, the brute
would have cost a fortune to buy, but he'd done a turn or two for
the Parksburg Police Chief.
"Don't try to tell me you aren't spurred by a sexy young body
like hers, Baby ... especially a teenager," Max taunted with a
lewd grin. "Remember me, your all-knowing husband?"
For a moment, Maggie didn't answer him. Not that his pointed
remark bothered her in the least; their shared understanding of
varied sexual pleasure was too profound for such nonsense. The
fact of the matter was that although the breathtaking blonde
teenager ... who at that precise moment was gasping passionately
over the speaker system as her young husband wormed his
surprisingly thick, lengthy cock into her nakedly open little
pussy ... had inspired lascivious sensations down inside her own
vagina at the mere sight of her delicious nakedness, it was the
long-haired, youthful husband she couldn't keep her eyes from.
"For the time being I'll leave the little blonde dolly to my
all-knowing husband's satyrical lust," Maggie finally replied as
she continued to fondle and pet Kappy's gallant-looking head.
"And in lieu of her I'll gear my feminine wiles toward the bedding
of that lanky young boy with the astonishingly man-sized cock."
With that, she raised her head, fluffing up the pillow beneath to
better watch the erotically piqueing intimacy taking place on the
screen before them. "My God, you'll have to admit that it is an
unexpected wonder, Max!" she exclaimed, her breath catching in her
throat jealously as a low, deep-throated groan came over the sound
system and she could see the full, blood-inflated head of the
young boy's cock working sensuously at the thin, hair-lined pussy
lips of his widespread wife.
"Oh, God," the teenage girl gasped as the huge, excitedly
pulsing tip penetrated the tight elasticized mouth of her
moistened, pink vagina, visibly stretching the small, visibly
quivering opening as it wormed its way into her with the help of
her young husband's guiding hand.
"Oh ... OOOHHH GOD, DARLING... IT'S SO BIG ... SO TERRIBLY
BIG," Jean's whimpering, almost breathless voice came with clarity
through the speaker to the pair of lecherous voyeurs watching
lustfully from their elaborate bed. "Oh ... OOOHHH PLEASE, NOT
TOO FAST, LOVER ... IT HURTS YET ..."
"The little bitch hasn't seen anything!" Max Keele rasped
goatishly. "Wait till she gets a few inches of this baby crammed
up into that little cunt!"
Maggie Keele was too mesmerized by the lust-arousing scene to
drag her eyes from the screen, but she knew her husband had
grasped his own massive penis and was stroking it, and then,
subconsciously, she was aware of her slender hands caressing her
own slowly swelling breasts, plucking at their hardened ruby-like
nipples through the diaphanous film of her negligee while tiny,
butterfly-like sensations began to run rampant in her loins and
belly. Beside her, Kappy had gotten to his feet and was whining
and staring at her because of the loss of her petting hand, but
she temporarily paid him no attention either.
God, there was something about the boy that excited her to no
end. His cock alone would normally be enough ... the young virile
length and thickness of it ... but there was more about him that
seemed to kindle deeper sensations of desire than she'd known for
ages ... his roughly-handsome face perhaps ... or was it the
lankiness of him, as her father had been ... Yes! That was it!
God, he even resembled the pictures she vaguely remembered of her
incestuous, wealthy father in his younger years! That was the
crux of it all! He was the image of her Daddy that she wanted to
remember ... the first man ever to make love to her, a night she
could recall vividly after her mother's death ... she had been
thirteen that first time, but there had been many, many more such
beautiful nights ... and then that bitch had come into their house
to steal him away from her ... just as the blonde little slut on
the screen intended to do ... only this time it would be
different! The hand that wielded the power belonged to her,
Maggie Keele! Yes, yes ... she was going to possess her daddy
this time, body and soul, and the young blonde intruder, even if
she was his wife, was going to suffer! Oh, how she was going to
suffer for all the unhappiness the one like her had caused her
...!
Beside her and salaciously stroking his endowment of heavy-
lengthed cock, Max Keele gaped with licentiously glued eyes at the
erotically enchanting spectacle of the young bride, Jean Wilson's
magnificent, naked loveliness. The fact that she was
simultaneously getting fucked by her legitimate husband only added
to the mounting lust in his fired and lecherous loins ... watching
the changing expressions of momentary enchantment to sudden
twinges of pain as the young boy's wetly glistening shaft of hot,
hard flesh was forced deeper into her, inciting envious, sadistic
spasms to charge through his gut ... staring eagerly at her wide-
spread, full rounded young thighs ... the delicious cleft to her
white, untanned ass ... the rippling delight of her firmly jutting
breasts as she worked passionately to accept him ... Christ, what
a phenomenal species of teen-age female she was!
He'd taken one look at her in Lannigan's office, a
sufficiently long enough look to know the hidden pleasure yet
unleashed in her tight, rounded ass, and damned little more was
necessary. Neither the police chief nor that junky, McGraw, dared
to oppose him when he'd suggested the kids would make a nice set
of playthings around his house for the next three months, and that
was logical. He'd used a measure of psychology in bringing
Lannigan into the Spaxtons with that dumpy, ugly wife of his, and
he supplied all of McGraw's "H". There was little goddamned else
they could do but comply to the wheel's wishes.
Max grinned confidently, indulging himself in the luxury of
his statewide power for a moment. He damned sure had the trigging
state pretty well secured, didn't he? It wouldn't be long before
he could name governor nominees, and what came after that except
Washington! His grin broadened, even as he clutched his cock and
stared at the screen above. That was another shrewd little
enticing move he'd made, having the closed-circuit TV installed
and strategically placed around. Hell, he had it made, like
damned few potentates with all their harems ever dreamed of. He
had a whole trigging detention home filled with them! Six hundred
and better ... which reminded him ...
"Where the hell is that little bitch?" he spat at his wife,
rolling his head toward her and lifting it from the pillow.
"She should be here," Maggie replied, looking over at him.
"You have the remote. Switch it around."
Max Keele made a guttural sound as he picked up the control
panel and pressed a button. Responsively, the screen picture
changed, depicting several young girls in full dress moving around
a room. Again, he pressured a button that presented a similar
scene, end yet another, until the screen display pictured a shower
room of the adjacent penal home.
The sounds of the splashing shower-sprays and the voices of
the three naked young girls beneath them filled the bedroom.
Eagerly, Max Keele's flinty eyes raked over their teenaged bodies,
feasting carnally on their tender charms.
"The one in the middle, Daddy, Sandy Jarvis ... with the long
red hair," his wife informed in a throaty voice. "Like ...?"
"Hmmmmm ... not bad ... not bad at all," Max grunted,
admiring the firmness of the unaware girl's pointed young breasts,
firmly rounded buttocks and hips, to the symmetrical pattern of
her well-proportioned thighs and calves. "How old is she?"
"Sixteen. This is her second stay with us, and for the same
reason, shoplifting," Maggie said, admiring the pretty redhead's
inviting body sapphically. Already, she had enjoyed its youthful
delights in her private suite at the Home and knew from which she
spoke. "And don't worry, Daddy, she knows all the tricks, that
little girl. I presume she's had to, coming from a near destitute
family with a drunken father and prostitute mother ..."
"Okay, okay, I don't give a damn about her poor unfortunate
history," Max cut her short. "Let's get the little bitch over
here before this thing shatters from the strain, eh?"
Maggie tittered lightly, a warm, desirous sensation washing
through her as she trained her view on the erect, thick and long
object her husband of eighteen years was referring to. He still
held it salaciously in his hand while he worked the foreskin up
and down to cover then reveal its moistly swollen head. And what
a magnificent cock it was, she mused sensuously. God, she had all
she could do to keep from pouncing on it right then with her own
building passion firing her, but experience had taught her the
ecstatic advantages of letting him navigate the course of events
they would follow. She said:
"Don't get impatient, Daddy. Seybor will be bringing her
along shortly ... as soon as she gets all nice and dainty for you.
In the meantime, why don't we switch back and watch our new
playthings for awhile. That darling boy does quivery things to
your baby's belly."
The big man responded with an obscene little laugh, re-
picturing the Wilsons in their act of intimate sex, while Kappy
lay his great head on the bed, nuzzling his nose against his
mistress's soft hip meaningfully with a tiny whimpering sound.
"Looks as if Kappy's impatient, too," Max said, grinning.
Maggie stroked the beautiful animal's head affectionately and
cooed down at him. "Don't worry, Darling. You'll have your own
little party pretty soon. Mama could never deny you..."
* * *
"Ooooohhhh ... oooohhhh Godddddd!" Jean moaned into the
pleasure-slackened face of her young desire-incited husband as he
continued to fill her with slow, long thrusts ... rhythmic plunges
that fucked into her tight, yielding vagina to greater and greater
depths, until at last she felt the smooth spongy tip brush at her
cervix and his full, sperm-filled balls slap resoundingly into the
soft sensitive crevice separating the widespread cheeks of her
naked buttocks. The pain-pleasure left her breathless ...
somewhere between purgatory and heaven, she thought wildly! Oh
yes ... yes ... maybe this was the night! Oh, God, it was so
beautiful ... so beautiful! And she groaned from deep in her
throat with the bliss that was overwhelmingly intoxicating her...
At first, from her tiny wailing gasps, Ken feared that he'd
hurt her, but then he felt her begin to writhe and squirm beneath
him aggressively and he knew different. Her deliciously clasping
young cunt, as if of its own uncontrollable volition, initiated a
voracious muscular squeezing along the full length of his deeply
burrowing cock, her hard little nipples gouging sensuously into
his chest. Her warm lovely belly pressured hotly upward against
him while her thighs clamped and released at his waist as she
worked her now hungrily accepting young pussy up and down the full
hardness of his driving penis, helping to establish the tempo of
their fucking.
"Oh Ken ... darling, darling ... don't ever stop," she
murmured as his now aching rod of desire-hardened flesh soared
into her moistly secreting cuntal sheath and her head began to
flail excitedly from side to side. He saw the tiny teeth marks
appear on her ripe lower lip where she'd nibbled at it; then, she
was sucking and biting at his tongue and forcing her own into his
mouth and almost wantonly, gasping warm, sweet breath into his
throat.
He saw the thin film of sweat beading on her forehead beneath
the entangled halo of honey-hued hair, and the way her neck was
straining, low hums of erotic abandon beginning to gurgle from
deep in her throat against his lips. Damn ... damn ... he'd never
seen his proud little wife really let herself go this way! The
erotic sight of her enchantingly naked body writhing and bucking
in feverishly rising heat spurred him lasciviously on. She was
his now ... all his to fuck when and however he chose ...!
Jean cried out beneath him, twisting suddenly to escape the
abrupt, unexpected pain as he slipped his hands beneath the firm
white cheeks of her smooth rounded buttocks and pulled her nakedly
open loins up tighter to him, fucking into her defenseless young
pussy with a new unleashed savagery. The vicious smacking of his
heavy, semen-bloated balls against her tiny puckered anus and the
smooth, softly yielding crevice between her upturned buttocks
echoed lewdly throughout the small room.
"Auuuggghhhh ... ooogghhhh ... ooohhhh ... oohhh ... don't
... don't hurt me, Lover ... please ...?" she choked brokenly.
But he hardly heard her guttural, animalistic plea and
ignoringly plunged harder and deeper in his mounting passion,
screwing his leanly driving pelvis tighter into her soft,
sensitive cunt, grinding the flaccidly cringing flesh sadistically
with his excitedly working fingers. Then, to his surprise, with a
low passionate groan coming from deep in her chest, she began to
arch her hips up to him, meeting his brutal lunges with sudden
violent upthrusts of her own. Her eyes glazing now with
unrestrained passion, she suddenly raised them both inches off the
bed in wild, untamed cadence with her incessant moans beneath his
nakedly pounding body, opening and closing her legs high up around
his waist, slaving her heated young pussy up and down his lust-
hardened cock in an obscenely working rhythm she could no longer
seem to control.
Furiously, Ken fucked into her, cupping her nakedly trembling
loins tighter and tighter against his pelvis and feeling her draw
back her thighs until she was almost bent double and her knees
touched her passion-swollen breasts, causing the moist, clasping
hole of her tightly milking cunt to blossom open even further in
reception to his pistoning cock tunneling ever deeper inside her.
Jean tossed her head in mesmerized, unequivocal bliss, the
momentary twinges of pain she had known quickly giving way to the
pleasure he was bringing her rapture-filled body, her smooth, firm
thighs and buttocks on either side of his virile, thickly impaling
cock quivering and twitching spasmodically in unleashed ecstasy,
her tongue slithering hotly in and out of his sucking mouth in a
simulation of oral fucking.
There had never been anything ... any time like this before
for her! Never, never never! Oh yes ... this was it ... the
night she'd been waiting for! "Ooohhh ... harder, Darling!
Harder!" she urged, her voice coarse with an overwhelming,
salacious appetite that had to be satisfied. "Oh please, Lover
... harderrrrr!"
Ken gaped down at her in disbelieving astonishment, her
almost frenzied, licentious performance firing him wildly.
Christ, he'd reached the point of losing control over his climax.
A half-dozen times he'd barely been able to force it back, and he
knew he could never do it again! He'd collapse if he didn't soon
cum! He stared downward at where his lead-hard cock was plunging
furiously in and out of her now almost drenched little vagina,
concentrating on the feel of the tight, pink folds of raw flesh
clasping and clinging to his rampaging cock he was thrusting with
jackhammer force into her. Oh, Christ, it was too much ...!
In one last desperate effort, he attempted to step up the
pace and deepen his lunges as she writhed frantically under him,
grinding up and down his almost bursting cock with incredulous
fury, her long, beautifully tapered legs uncontrollably jerking,
her toes curled under as she drew her soft, tanned thighs back
higher. Below, the smooth, satiny flesh of her inner cuntal walls
began to milk the life from her young, hard-driving husband's
throbbing shaft of lust-hardened cock-flesh.
Insanely, Ken pounded, pounded, pounded in one last futile
effort, pressing his hands behind her knees and forcing them back
hard until her head was enframed by them, lifting the plain of her
naked cunt higher and more widely open to his almost inhuman
battering of her helplessly exposed pussy.
"Ooochhhhh ... ooohhhhh ... that's it, Darring! That's it!"
Jean cried, her mouth loose, her eyes rolling insanely in her
lovely head. "Don't stop! My God, don't stop, darling!" she
gasped, her angelic face bearing only the slightest resemblance to
the girl he knew and loved, her wild passion warping her features
into a sensuously depraved mask of obscene lust. "Oooohhhh ...
don't ever stop, Ken honey ... no! Harder! Do it harder! Fuck
me, my darling ... fuck me ...!"
Ken's senses were a swirling mass of confused lust, and he
needed only to hear the lewd four-letter word tumble wantonly from
her lips to peak him! Whatever else she had said he hardly heard,
but it didn't matter! He was there and couldn't hold it back! His
aching, screaming cock was going to shatter into a billion slivers
any second! His balls would explode like an over-inflated
balloon, splattering the walls of the room ...! He wanted to wail
out as he ground hard and deep into her rhythmically sucking young
cunt in his effort to penetrate the furthest sanctuary of her
deliciously grinding belly! He watched her breasts heave and
quiver beneath his brutal pummeling ... even saw their tiny pink
nipples expand as she flailed her head madly from side to side ...
and then it tripped! It was cumming ... like a gusher of oil
unleashed from the bowels of the earth ... and there was no
capping it!
An odd expression contorted Jean's delicate features. She
felt the jerking and expanding of his heavy, sperm-laden cock and
realized its meaning! He was going to! Going to cum and ... and
leave her this way again! My God, she'd go out of her mind ...!
"No! No! Please no! God, darling, not yet! You mustn't
cum yet!" she begged, jamming her nibbling cunt tightly up against
the thundering, pulsating rod of hard flesh as if to try and stop
it. "Oh my God! Don't leave me this way again, Darling ...?"
He wanted to hold back for her ... tried, but it was too
late! The hot stream had already begun to charge the length of
his cock, his throbbing balls pumping sporadically like some well-
tooled mechanism extracting juice from the earth's entrails. He
... she ... both felt it spurt into her, he from the tip of his
exploding cock ... she, as the blood-inflated head expanded and
contracted, squirting its thick, hot sperm like a jet of scalding
cream against the walls of her desperately clasping vagina!
Jean screamed again and again: "No! Oh my God, no ...!"
But her young husband was too far above her at that moment,
and though he heard her cries, he knew he could do nothing but
revel in the delight of his hot, thick semen racing the distance
of his cock, its stimulating ecstasy wracking his lanky young
frame as it spurted far up into her soft, quivering belly. It
jerked and spewed in unending spasms inside her, while she ground
her cruelly unsatiated loins frantically up against its buried
depths, inciting rather than stopping it!
And then, it was done ...!
Unashamedly, Jean whimpered out in her desperate frustration
as he drew the slowly deflating shaft of useless flesh out of her
sperm-flooded pussy and fell back upon his buttocks in confused
disgust with himself, his cheeks flushed, his mouth slack.
"D-Damnit Baby, I-I'm sorry ... honest to Christ I am ... b-
but I couldn't help myself," he whined weakly, hardly able to look
her in the eye. "I tried ... You believe that don't you ...?"
She said nothing as she fought to regain control of her
ragged emotions and quell the raging inferno of sensations that
were tingling wildly in her unfulfilled loins and belly. Dear
God, she had to try to understand. In all truth, she knew that he
had done his best ... and was it his fault that she was some sort
of freak? Her darling ... she looked at him sitting there so
dejected and ashamed, blaming himself for what was her inadequacy
and a warm feeling of compassionate love for him surged through
her.
"It's all right, Darling," she whispered and smiled, opening
her arms to him. "Come here and let me kiss you."
He did, eagerly crawling between her still opened thighs once
more as she reached over and flicked the room into darkness ...
Chapter 2
"What the hell did I tell you!" Max Keele gloated lewdly to
his aroused wife beside him on the bed as he flicked off the TV.
"The dumb punk kid of a husband can't do it for her. What she
needs is a cock like this stuffed into that frustrated little
pussy of hers, and believe me, Maggie baby, she's going to get
it!"
The raven-haired enchantress hungrily ogled her husband's
thick, heavy-veined organ he had continuously stroked throughout
the young Wilsons' lovemaking sequence, their own act of voyeurism
doing as much to stimulate her lust as the actual performance
itself. Her belly and loins churned with sensual fermentations
that she had helped agitate with an unashamed finger teasing
warmly between her excitedly flushed cunt-lips, gently tweaking
her ever hardening clitoris while she watched the desirable young
Mr. Wilson try to satisfy that little blonde bitch with his husky
young cock. God, she couldn't imagine cumming any less than a
half-dozen times with that virile rod of youthful, cock flesh
fucking into her ... and how she wished she had him right on top
of her at that moment, with his proud little blonde wife forced to
stand by and watch!
"Where the hell is that goddamned Seybor with the Jarvis
cunt? Max snarled, bolting from the bed to his feet and stripping
away his lounging robe.
Admiringly, Maggie stared at her naked husband with his
thick, hairy chest and broad shoulders. Few big men at his age of
fifty kept themselves in such trim, she reflected for the
millionth time, letting her eyes trail down over his powerful
physique, actually appreciating the slight overhang of his belly
above the menacing wagon-tongue-like cock poling out from his
hair-matted loins.
Yes, she could have been happy with him alone if things had
been different, if he'd chosen to do anything else rather than
play politics. But he'd been both ambitious and a profligate, and
she had frowned on neither characteristic. Rather, had she
willingly joined forces with him, and in all truth she had never
been sorry. Not only was she able to indulge to her own
insatiable cravings at will, but she still could enjoy the
sadistic pleasure of his ravaging cock when they both so chose,
that act made more enticing by the extracurricular activities they
engaged in ... like the one coming up ...
"You want me to ring the Home, Daddy?" she questioned,
petting Kappy's noble head beside her while she watched Max walk
toward their corner bar. Of course, she knew he wouldn't.
Invariably, they both preferred to stimulate their drives for
hours before they satisfied their lust, and she had told her chief
matron ten o'clock. It was yet five minutes from that. Besides,
Maggie knew old lesbian Seybor wouldn't dare fail her lest she be
cut off from the scrapped young delicacies she tossed her now and
then to maul and intimidate.
"No ... let's have a drink or two instead," he answered,
moving behind the bar. "Scotch-rocks?"
"Fine."
* * *
Sandy Jarvis slipped only the form-fitting, mini street-dress
she had been given over her naked body, while the ugly-faced,
heavy tripped and legged matron stood back watching in obvious
lecherousness. She wouldn't need anymore, she knew, brushing her
page-boy styled hair and staring into the mirror of her so-called
room where two other girls lay in their beds watching her.
"You ... you afraid, Sandy?" fifteen-year old Helen Davis, a
runaway, asked.
"Afraid...? Afraid of what?" Sandy replied as she
manipulated the brush, the sudden thought occurring to her that
there was no way they could frighten her. She had already seen
and done too much in her young life ...
"Shut up!" Seybor ordered. "You two should be asleep. You
know the rules."
"Piss on you, Seybor," Carla Montez, an eighteen-year-old
prostitute spat. Sandy smiled at her brazenness and Helen laughed
outright. "Why don't you go downstairs and eat some more of Old
Molly!"
"Y-You two-bit bitch!" Seybor hissed. "Wait 'till I get
you!"
"You wait!" Carla spat disgustedly. "I can."
Again, Helen laughed.
"Okay, okay, let's get off the kick," Sandy suggested gaily,
not at all minding the lark she was forced to attend. Her mind
floated euphorically; she'd had the usual cube of sugar with its
minimum dosage of LSD, but it was adequate to take her up and
away. Hell, it didn't hurt to play slave to the master; he might
take a sudden liking to you; besides, she hadn't had a feel or
taste of male cock in six-weeks and it'd been sometime since she'd
been so denied. Not that she couldn't live without it ... there
were other ways, but she'd rather live with it ...
"Come on, come on, Jarvis," Seybor snapped. "He isn't going
to be looking at your hair ... just your pussy."
"Like you," Carla sneered, "oh, Seybor?"
Sandy dropped her brush and walked to the locked door, a
smile uncontrollably broadening her attractive young face.
"I'll get to you, Montez!" Seybor hissed. "Don't worry, I'll
get you sooner or later ... then, we'll see how snide you'll be."
"I can't imagine anything more horrible than you eating me,
Seybor," Carla spat, watching the infuriated woman unlock the door
and shove her roommate through the opening.
"Remember, where, I can wait," Seybor hissed venomously.
"You can't! Just remember that!" Then, to Sandy with a knuckle
in the middle of her back: "Get going, you ... and remember, it
pays to be nice to Seybor ... if you want to stay up on that happy
little cloud."
* * *
Jean Wilson lay quietly in her young husband's arms as he
slept. The immediacy of her desire had gradually dwindled, but
the basic sensations still quavered in her belly and loins. God,
there had to be something wrong with her! She had been almost on
the brink of ultimate ecstasy ... whatever that was ... and
suddenly it had been as if she were forsaken! Yet, she knew that
Ken would never knowingly forsake her ... he loved her as she
loved him.
God, that they should be almost locked up like this, even
forgetting the splendor of the place; they were still prisoners of
a sort, and forced to do the Keeles' bidding. Had they been
guilty of anything at all it would be different. They had only
been in town a few hours, enroute on Ken's motorcycle to L.A.
where he had intended to re-enter college while she found some
sort of job to help support them. That income along with his
Uncle's annuity would surely have carried them ... and then, this
...!
For a moment, she thought of her own parents, their closely
knitted family, her brothers, cousins, aunts and uncles, the
security of the farm with its vast fields of rippling grain, but
prudently, she put it from her. She'd made her choice and she
wasn't sorry ... The almost man who slept beside her. God, how
she loved him! And he wasn't to blame ... Another time ...
perhaps, the very next time! She could only hope, she reasoned as
she kissed him affectionately while he slept ...
* * *
Somewhere between the Detention Home and the Keele house,
Sandy Jarvis' sang-froid temporarily faltered, which was natural
enough, she reasoned, having no certain conception of what was to
be expected of her. At that moment, she was thankful for the
effects of the acid that Seybor had given her, and with a measure
of concentration she visualized the handsome Director of
Correction, re-satisfying herself that the party could be quite
interesting ... especially with an older man of his powerful
physique. A tiny ripple of excited anticipation tingled in her
belly as she tried to imagine the size of him where it counted,
and she smiled to herself while Seybor led her into the house and
up the stairs to the closed door ...
"She's tripping nice and high, Mrs. Keele ... should make for
a swinging session," Sandy heard Seybor rasp luridly as she,
herself, stared in surprise at the presence of the scantily clad,
beautiful superintendent. She'd had no idea that Mrs. Keele was
going to be there ... only her husband, and as her young seasoned
eyes quickly swept down the flimsy negligee, enhanced nakedness of
her raven-haired woman it became quite apparent to her that she
intended to participate in whatever was to come.
"What's the matter, Sandy dear? You seemed astonished at
seeing me," Maggie said with a seductive little smile, her dark-
eyes glittering rapaciously as she closed the door and slipped her
arm around the shapely red-head's slender waist, walking her
slowly into the room toward the bed. "I thought after our
intimate little time together yesterday that you'd be happy to see
me.'
"Oh, I am ... I am," Sandy replied in partial truth
remembering the statuesque Superintendent's ardent lovemaking, the
vivid recollection, along with her caressing hand at her waist and
tummy, adding to the tingling sensations that had begun in her
loins. "It's ... it's just that I expected ..."
Sandy paused and Maggie finished for her. "Mr. Keele ...?
Is that it, Darling?"
"Well ... yes ..." Sandy managed, knowing the hidden wrath of
the beautiful, sensuous woman holding to her affectionately and
not wanting to incur it ... though she was disappointed ...
"So, my dear ..." Maggie said, continuing to smile as she
gently turned her around to face the bar where the German
Shepherd, Kappy, stood proudly with ears erect nearby, and the
naked, hairy chest of the smiling Max Keele was visible above and
behind the small counter. "Your expectations are fulfilled, eh?"
"Hello, Baby," the big man greeted, his smile still prevalent
as his flinty eyes raked lecherously over her mini dressed young
body. Then, he raised a small glass to his mouth and drained it
with one gulp. "Like a drink first?" he invited, wiping his mouth
with the back of his big hand.
"N-No, thanks," Sandy replied, pleased, yet at the same time,
frightened by the awesome sight of him; then, she felt her pulse
quicken as she realized he was about to step out from behind the
little bar ... When he did, she gasped aloud, the sight of his
massive, hardened cock sending a mixture of apprehensive chills
and aroused excitement up her back. "Goddd ...!" she exclaimed.
Max chuckled licentiously and gazed down at the jutting
weapon with pride. "Like it, Sugar?"
"G-Godddd!" Sandy repeated as Maggie tittered lewdly beside
her. "I-I've never seen anything like it ...!"
Again, Max made an amused chortling sound and moved toward
them, stopping not inches in front of Sandy. "Maybe you better
get better acquainted with it, Sandy baby," he half-hissed, his
eyes gleaming salaciously. "Let's take it in that hot little hand
of yours and get the feel of things, shall we?"
There was little in the vast realm of sex that Sandy hadn't
sampled in her teenaged life, but in the beginning it had been out
of necessity and with unwanting bitterness; only with time and
experience had she begun to know desire, as she did at that very
moment, yet even as her young sensual appetite was mounting, so
was her apprehension ...
She had never seen anything equal to the size of the wickedly
enticing shaft of hard, purple-headed flesh poling out from his
powerful, hairy loins, nor the huge balls that swung between his
muscular legs, and though she could imagine the delicious pleasure
it could bring a woman, her own thoughts were of whether she could
take it, or not! Lord, what did they expect to do to her between
them ...?
"Well ...?" the big man snapped sharply, jarring her from her
mesmerized thoughts. "Let's get with it, kid, before I lose
patience."
Hesitantly, Sandy looked to Maggie beside her for some sort
of approval and received it in an urgent glance ... then, she
reached out and gently curled her small palm and slender fingers
as far as they would reach around the hot, heavy-veined organ,
hearing the big man's grunt of lust at the contact, and sensing
wilder sensations of erotic excitement charging through her own
belly and dampening loins. Automatically, she began to stroke the
heavy outer layer of skin back and forth to his obscene pelvic
movements, fascinated as the thick foreskin slid back to reveal
its moistened, velvety glans.
"Unghhh ... unghhh," she heard his licentious grunts of
pleasure to her soft-hand manipulation, and suddenly she was
conscious of the older woman behind her and her fingers raising
the back of her dress and crawling teasingly up her thighs toward
her pantyless buttocks.
Knowing what was expected of her, Sandy slowly let her thighs
open as she continued to stroke Max Keele's hugely pulsating cock,
feeling his wife's long slender fingers exploring from the rear
between her legs with feminine gentleness the flushing hair-lined
lips of her pussy. She tauntingly, with the expertise of another
woman, traced the already tingling little slit backward through
the smooth cleft of her trembling buttocks to the tiny recessed
hole of her slightly puckered anus ... there to massage and prod
skillfully, until she couldn't hold back the gasp of excitement
that burst from her lips.
"Mmmmmm ... I can see where this is going to be a beautiful
party," Maggie cooed, while she continued to teasingly taunt the
teenaged red-head's tiny trembling rectum, tenderly slipping a
gentle finger part way into the spongy, clutching channel and
raising another protesting little groan from Sandy's lips.
"Yeah," Max rasped hotly. "You are a luscious little bitch,
Baby. Now, get down on your knees and put that pretty tongue and
mouth to work. Let's see how well you suck a cock ... and give it
a good tongue-job first."
The electric-like shock of sensation that raced through Sandy
at his command was not entirely excitement; a portion of it was
still caused by her awe of the huge, brutal organ, but already she
knew better than to hesitate and reluctantly began to lower
herself off of Mrs. Keele's probing finger, realizing as she
reached her knees that her dress was being lifted over her head
and she was being stripped completely naked by the beautiful
Superintendent.
"Christ, she is a fucking doll, isn't she! Look at those hot
young tits!" Sandy heard Max exclaim above her as she came mouth-
level with his thrusting cock that she still held in her small
hand, the proximity of the fiery bulbous head with its slitted tip
and the tiny drops of lubricating fluid seeping from it suddenly
eradicating all else from her partially-drugged mind.
It wasn't the first cock she had sucked, but it was certainly
the biggest, Sandy thought, moving close and flicking out her tiny
tongue to, of her own volition, lick away the small white beads of
moisture seeping from it, immediately tasting the male pungency
and feeling new, increased desire rising in her feverish young
belly and loins. Excitedly, she began to lick and swirl her
tongue around the velvety head while Max Keele groaned with
rapidly building excitement from above, teasing her tongue-tip
into its tiny split, then raising the length of it with her hand
at the massive base to stab and taunt its visibly throbbing
underside. Subconsciously, her other small, girlish hand went
between his thighs to cup his sperm-bloated balls tenderly, while
her tongue trailed moistly down his cock's heavy under-vein to its
hair-hidden base, then back up as she opened her mouth wide and
slipped her soft, tongue-moistened lips over the ponderous head,
taking as much as she could of his cock-flesh into the hot, saliva
filled cavern of her mouth.
"Uuugghhh, Christ!" Max gasped appreciatively. "She really
knows what it's about, all right!"
"I told you," Maggie said excitedly, watching with lurid,
glittering eyes the luscious teen-aged red-head's obscene sucking
of her husband's long, thick cock, her own need mounting and
continually piqued by Kappy's whining and constantly nuzzling nose
in the folds of her silken negligee where it covered her own
rapidly awakening pussy. "And God, Max, this beautiful young
animal ... he's beside himself ... along with his mistress now ...
Please, let's all get down on the floor?"
Sandy hardly knew what was taking place, except that suddenly
Max Keele was lying on his back and she was between his hairy
wide-spread thighs, hungrily sucking on his massive cock and not
wanting to relinquish it for any reason. Perhaps, it was the
unbelievable size of it ... or simply her own degenerate young
lust, whichever, she didn't care ... that he let her suck the hot
male cum from the huge shaft of his excitedly throbbing cock was
all that mattered now!
Max groaned and raised up to watch the little bitch's firmly
dancing tits as her bobbing head worked up and down and he began a
slow undulation with his hips, sliding his thick, lust-inflated
cock in and out of her mouth mercilessly with a lewd, moist
sucking sound resounding throughout the room. Christ, the young
cunt was reveling in it! And Maggie was getting more uptight
every second just standing there and waiting for instructions.
She'd tossed her negligee to one-side and was gaping enviously,
fingering hungrily at her now excitedly flooding cunt, while Kappy
whimpered and sniffed at it tensely. He couldn't blame the
handsome brute; when all was said and done it was still the most
delicious pussy of them all ... and he knew damned well that he
loved it.
All the same, it was wise to keep an ambitious woman like
Maggie in tow, he thought nebulously, watching the lascivious
puffing of the teen-age red-head's cheeks as her head bobbed
rhythmically on the end of his cock. Sadistically then, he thrust
the throbbing shaft upward between her ovally clasping lips. He
wound his hand in her hair and grinned as he continued to jerk his
pelvis upward, forcing his heavy cock mercilessly into her trapped
face, while she whimpered in sudden frightened submission down
between his legs. Maybe it was time to give her a little
stimulant ... help build her faith in mankind, he decided, the
idea sending a charge of additional sadistically inspired lust
into his groin and gut.
"Now, Kappy! Take her! Now!" he ordered, ignoring his
wife's expression of disappointment. "Move, dog, move!"
Maggie didn't try to hide her feelings. God almighty, she
was about ready to go out of her mind with her own desire after
provoking it the entire evening long, and here he had taken away
her last vestige of satisfaction ... except her own hand! God,
was that all he expected her to get tonight ... and if he did, why
didn't he say so? Even that was at least a form of release! As
for this little redheaded bitch, the scheming teen-age vixen,
she'd take care of her ... no, she'd let the matron, Seybor,
handle her, the naked, raven-haired woman planned, while she
jealously watched the young German shepherd, Kappy, move up behind
Sandy Jarvis's firm, rounded young buttocks with inquisite,
trained instinct ...
Sandy choked back a frightened gasp, the blood suddenly icing
in her veins as she felt something wet and cold prodding back
between her nakedly exposed buttocks!
God, what was it ..? But before she could reason, she felt
it moving downward toward the tight and completely defenseless
mouth of her openly raised vaginal lips. She stiffened and jerked
at the spasmodic cold and wetly probing touches against her
sensitive young cunt, but when the great animal growled its
warning, she realized it was his nose!
Oh God ...! What was he trying to do? Her young brain
whirled frantically! He was sniffing at her as if she were
another animal ... a female dog bitch in heat! Oh ... oh God, no,
they weren't going to ... to make her do it with the dog ...! Her
mind went berserk and she moaned with rising trepidation around
the big man's huge cock in her mouth as Kappy's cold, searching
nose abruptly slipped upwards from her vagina and rubbed wetly
against her tiny, cringing anus!
There was no need for further questions, for a split second
later they were answered when his long tongue snaked out and
licked hotly up and down the nakedly spread crevice surrounding
her snug little rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the fleshy
outer anal ring. She squirmed her white nudely exposed buttocks
uncontrollably at the taunting and heard the brute's warning
growl. A frightened tremor passed over her as she realized that
to move and displease him could be dangerous ... she'd seen him
bare his teeth too many times in the Home, at girls who got out of
line with the matron, or the Super, herself!
Again, the length of long moist flesh touched her there, and
then she felt him beginning to lap greedily at the partially
opened, tight slit between her spread thighs. He ran his tongue
fluidly over her genitals, from the tightly puckered little anus
to lave the fluted pink edges of her hair-fringed pussy, reaching
to the tiny pulsing bud of her clitoris! Then, his thick lingual
member had opened her loins wide, spreading through her rawly
sensitive cuntal flesh like a honed blade through warm butter! It
licked on relentlessly between her open, defenseless thighs,
pausing only occasionally to lunge in a hungry curl up into the
involuntarily dilating channel of her vagina.
God, she'd certainly been anything but a chaste, maudlin
virgin in her young lifetime, but this ... this obscene taunting
of naked genitals by a dog was even beneath her dignity ...! No
... no, they wouldn't let him ... not really do it to her all the
way ... my God ...!
She groaned deep in her throat as Kappy's relentlessly
probing tongue shot up the moist channel of her vagina as if
trained to the act ... raced up inside her like a squirming little
reptile, wickedly ravaging her helplessly exposed cunt lips.
And then, in spite of her trembling fear, uncomprehendable,
wild galvanic sensation burst inside her and she found herself
humming and purling frantically around Max Keele's heavy cock sunk
deeply in her mouth.
The big man had known it would happen and he grinned evilly
down at her licentiously slaving head. When it came to pussy,
especially human pussy, Kappy was a master, like his father
Kaptain, none of the girls they submitted to him could resist his
animal-lovemaking for long. The brute was firing her like a
boiler and suddenly she was sucking him to please herself, again
running her tongue whorishly around and around his throbbing cock-
head, flicking its tip teasingly into the tiny slit to send
powerful salacious sensations charging through his groin into his
belly.
Sandy couldn't deny the growing delicious thrill of the
brutishly handsome man's cock in her mouth. Kappy, behind her, his
tongue lashing beautifully up through the open split of her tight
young cunt all the way up to her rectum in unbelievable delight,
was introducing her to a world of enchantingly obscene rapture the
likes of which she had never known. Within her loins was building
an insane pressure that could mean only one thing ... wild, flying
ecstasy!
Then suddenly, dream-like through the drugged haze of her
passion, the young, slavishly kneeling girl felt the great dog
mount her, his soft furry body humping excitedly in toward her
trembling buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her waist in the
manner of a human male. The beast's tormenting tongue had
inflamed her pussy to the point where she welcomed any penetrating
object that could soothe it, and from the corner of her eye she
caught the entire reflection of their lewdly coupling threesome in
the full length wall-mirror; the lascivious sight of the
magnificent animal mounting the obscenely spread moons of her
soft, white buttocks, plus the lurid image of Max Keele lying on
his back with his legs spread lewdly apart and his long, thick
cock protruding stump-like from her ovally sucking mouth, sent
wild and lustful sensations of carnal passion spiraling through
her.
She saw the reflection of Kappy's glistening, corally-tapered
penis shoot forth from its long sheath, moist and hard, the
tapered end slipping and dancing like a pointed scarlet candle in
the damp slit of her nakedly exposed cunt, and she felt his strong
animal body jerk against her in his first futile effort to
penetrate her vagina with the thick beveled shaft of sexually
excited flesh.
"Help him! Help him!" Maggie ordered, watching enviously
from her standing position, her index finger caressing her own
excitedly erect clitoris between the moist, hair-lined lips of her
seething cunt. God, how much longer was he going to make her wait
...?
With an unrestrained moan as the husband and wife watched in
eager lust, Sandy shifted her lush round buttocks in a desperate
searching effort to capture the dog's lengthening cock, the raging
tension within her reaching the wanton stage. God, she had to have
the long, glistening phallus up inside her before she lost her
mind in her rapidly mounting need! She reached back between her
thighs, grasping the lust-hardened animal cock and causing Kappy
to half-growl, half-whimper, as she guided the pointed tip to the
now hungrily sucking mouth of her excitedly flushed vagina, and
immediately he humped forward, splitting her teen-aged passage
wider and wider as he ground his long throbbing length deep up
inside her pulsating channel.
Maggie watched in avaricious fascination, gaping sordidly as
the thick scarlet cock slithered forward with a moistly audible
sound until it was sunk up inside the young trembling girl to its
hilt. She grinned in lewd, ecstatic delight, as her Kappy's soft,
sperm-filled balls smacked hard up into the softly curling pubic
hair between the kneeling girl's thighs.
"Oh ...! Oh my God!" Sandy blurted unintelligibly around
Max's throbbing cock in her mouth, her passion glazed eyes wide as
the beast began to fuck into her savagely from behind. "Unghh ...
unghh ... unghhhh!" she grunted in vehement relief, while her
buttocks of their own accord, began to move backwards rhythmically
to meet Kappy's vicious long strokes plunging deep into the rising
heat of her belly.
Max Keele watched through lustful eyes as Sandy's soft, red
mouth clasped greedily around his heavily growing cock fucking
upward into her face. The thin, tensile rim of her lips clung to
it avidly, pink inner-flesh extracting each time he pulled out.
He grinned lecherously as he fucked her mouth and watched her
desire-contorted face suck and lick his hardened cock while his
wife's young German shepherd. Kappy, skewered savagely into her
teen-age cunt from behind. She'd taken both hands to cup and
squeeze his semen bloated balls and he could see his thick, white
secretions dribbling from the corners of her mouth in tiny,
obscene rivulets, a masochistic little sparkle beginning to gleam
in her befogged eyes.
Fuck, it was time to bring his Maggie into the fray now!
He'd made her wait long enough. "C-Come on, Baby," he motioned to
the raven-haired beauty who was gaping at their shared rapture
cravingly. "Let's get that sweet cunt down here where I can taste
it!"
She did and eagerly, straddling his receptive face until her
flushed and pink, open pussy was directly above his mouth. He
clutched at the full rounded moons of her buttocks, drawing her
moist, hair-lined vaginal slit down to him and thrusting his hot
tongue deep up into her clasping cunt, feeling the velvety, warm
flesh open and close in a lewd sucking movement of its own as she
groaned out her passion into the heated room surrounding them.
In less than a minute, Maggie had cum twice and was moving
toward her third orgasmic release from the magnificent licking
tongue of her husband. God, she'd been made to wait too long and
now she had no control whatever ... but it had been worth it! Yes
... yes ... yessss! Ooooohhh ... this was it! She couldn't stand
anymore ... and she was ... was cuummmiiinnggg again ...!
Sandy was lost in the heat of her own ungovernable passion
... entirely unaware that Mrs. Keele had briefly straddled her
husband's face, and just as unaware when the statuesque woman
crawled off him and collapsed beside them ... lost to every sense
of her surroundings, conscious only of the increased vigor in the
splendid animal thrusts pounding from behind up into the deepest
parts of her wide stretched young cunt, and the naked loins of the
man crushing up tighter and tighter against her cock-impaled face.
She could feel the penis that was stiffly poling into her mouth
begin tensing in forceful jerking movements and the presence of a
hand behind her head gripping hard. His hairy pelvis closed in on
her until she felt certain he was trying to drive his cock down
her throat to meet the German shepherd's fucking far up into her
belly, and that exaggerated thought alone drove her on wildly!
God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth ... to swallow his
cum and feel it dribble down her throat ... then she sensed it
swelling convulsively and sucked with renewed madness. Then it
burst!
She heard him curse crudely, while his cock gushed forth
thick, hot jets of the white, pungent liquid far back into her
throat, her pale young cheeks ballooning and contracting as she
swallowed desperately in tiny hungry gulps, fastening her lips
tightly around the jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest
drop of the precious male fluid. Still, she felt the thin
rivulets oozing from the corners of her mouth while the big man
seemed to go limp beneath her, his shrinking cock slithering
lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth ...
Both Maggie and the spent Director of Correction gaped in
lecherous fascination, reading the wanton expression on the young
girl's face when she raised it from his loins, thin, sticky
strings of his sperm stretching from her tender lips to his now
flaccid cock. Abruptly, they saw her mouth gasp open in a choking
wail as she began to toss her head from side to side frantically,
her auburn shoulder-length hair flailing and whipping about her
face. She was in the beginning paroxysm of orgasm, both realized,
gaping in lewd captivation at the wildly insane screwing of her
soft, white buttocks back against the desperately humping dog like
a rutting young bitch in heat.
Kappy panted heavily and his tongue hung loosely from his
mouth as he fucked into the beautiful waving ass from behind,
saliva dripping from it onto the coated film of sweat covering the
hollow of her smooth, white waist. Again, she wailed like a dying
banshee, ramming backward onto the animal-cock deliriously, just
as he jerked forward and his lengthy, lust-thickened cock began
the obvious spitting of its animal sperm with hard, bullet-like
spurts deep into her hungrily milking young cunt.
Simultaneously, Sandy's rounded quivering buttocks started
hollowing and tensing uncontrollably, indicating to the wide-eyed
watching couple the climactic upheaval within her youthful heaving
belly, and a thick, white combination of human-animal cum seeped
from the blood flushed lips of her throbbing pussy that was
squeezing and milking ravenously at the still hotly fucking dog-
cock. Thin, lewd trickles of the hot viscid fluid ran in obscene
little streams down the straining white columns of her soft inner-
thighs. Her entire backside glistened nakedly in the light,
displaying sweat and sperm soaked pubic-hair and open pink vaginal
flesh as she pitched forward onto her face exhausted, the deflated
penis of the great dog slipping wetly from her ravaged passage ...
and then he stepped over her prostrate nakedness to stand nobly
above her ... as if in earned conquest of her battered young body
...
Chapter 3
There was something about Mrs. Keele deciding to use Ken as a
chauffeur that hadn't set at all well with Jean Wilson, but there
was little she or her young husband could do about it, she
realized. Mr. Keele had brought the uniform down to the kitchen
while Jean was preparing the beautiful Superintendent's breakfast,
ordering Ken, who sat at the table having his coffee, to get into
it, that his wife intended to use him in that, as well as other
capacities.
It was the way he had said it, in an almost lewd tone of
voice, that had upset Jean, but she hadn't let on to Ken who was
angry enough in his own right at what he insisted was the
"undressing" way the Director of Correction had looked at her. Of
course, she had noticed and felt the big man's flinty eyes raking
over her, but for some reason the act hadn't bothered her too
much. Most girls were used to the lecherous glances of older men,
passing them off as harmless gestures of wishful thinking;
besides, Max Keele had a position to maintain and she doubted that
he was about to gamble with that but his severely striking wife,
she was another story!
All the same, Jean knew there was nothing she could do about
it and decided to keep her uneasy feelings to herself, secretly
watching out the window to see her husband drive off in one of the
limousines with Mrs. Keele and her dog, Kappy, sitting regally in
the back seat.
A morbid feeling of aloneness crept over her at that moment
and she turned from the window with tiny tears puddling into her
wide green eyes. Lord, it seemed that all she'd done the past two
days was cloud up and cry, but she just couldn't seem to help
herself; it was all so miserably unfair. If they'd actually
committed some criminal offense ...!
Perhaps if she went to Chief Lannigan and pleaded with him
... made him realize that they knew nothing about the marijuana
Nick had on him ...? The robust police official had seemed so
kind and understanding, actually such a jovial man ... and she'd
been certain he intended to let them go before Mr. Keele
arrived... Then, what had happened and why? Could it be that
this was the way the Keeles acquired free domestic help to serve
them and maintain this elaborate home? But that was ridiculous
with all the girls they had in the Detension Home not five hundred
yards away ...
Oh, it was all too confusing ... too terribly, terribly
confusing, and her head was beginning to pound in frustration.
She had to get a hold of herself and gear her mind to the grim
idea that three months more of the same lay before them. Perhaps
this was already going to be the test of their love and marriage
... their frowned upon marriage that her parents had forbidden and
she had willfully ignored. There was no turning back ... no Daddy
to call upon for help this time ... only the handsome-homely boy
whom she loved so much ... and together they would work it out!
Yes! They would; she felt confident of it, but she must do her
part too ... and at the moment, her end was the cleaning and
straightening up of the house according to the list of printed
instructions Mrs. Keele had given her.
Jean found a Kleenex in her tiny uniform apron pocket and
used it, then raised her firm little chin courageously in
determination. She would think no more of the gloomy or upsetting
aspects of their situation ... but only of the brighter side, such
as the fact that at least she was with her lover-husband, and that
they could be alone together at night to make beautiful love ...
and perhaps that very night to come it would happen ... that
moment of splendor she had almost reached not so many hours before
...!
* * *
Max Keele was more than pleased with his new secretary, Carol
Heath, not only in her capable efficiency, but the twenty-two-
year-old strawberry blonde possessed a face and body worthy of
constant admiration, her shapely, miniskirts] thighs and calves
doing much to brighten up his ancient somber office. Her husband,
Jack, had been a needed addition to his staff, also, but not
exactly for the same reasons. He'd needed another competent
parole officer and the twenty-six-year-old man, like his luscious
wife, had come to him with impressive credentials from their last
positions in the state capital.
Of course, it was going to take a little feeling out before
he made any suggestive passes at the luscious doll, Max thought,
sitting behind his huge desk in the executive swivel chair and
watching her through his opened doorway as she typed with
skillful, rapid fingers. But for some reason that he hadn't
totally fathomed yet, he'd formed the opinion that she was not
only a delectable, curvaceous doll with breathtaking, bountiful
tits, but that she was ambitious for both herself and her husband
to get ahead, and would be willing to pay the going price to
achieve those ends.
Characteristically, Max's lecherous grin crept over his big
handsome face. He was thinking that he already knew the price, in
fact, had discussed it and her good-looking husband that very
morning in bed with Maggie, immediately piquing his enchantress
wife's prurient interest. He chuckled to himself as he thought of
that and how Maggie intended to drop by the office that morning to
have a look-see. Actually, he'd been holding the Heath's back,
both until he was more certain of his convictions, and until
they'd had their fill of the tender morsels decorating their
servants' quarters.
Christ, that little blonde Wilson bitch was an enticing
creature, too, with a young face and body that could set him off
just thinking about her. Memory flashes of the way she had
wantonly fucked her stupid husband the night before in an effort
to cum had flickered through his mind all morning, keeping his
heavy cock in a constant state of semi-hardness that watching
Carol Heath only added to. But he wasn't quite sure of the Heath
broad as yet, and she would keep nicely while he scored with the
Wilson doll, which he would be doing right at that moment if it
weren't for the Parole Board meeting he was scheduled for shortly.
Anyway, he liked to let his anticipation build ... his lust
for a particular cunt ferment until it was gnawing at his groin,
and Maggie was the same. They seemed to get almost as much out of
the building conquest as they did the trigging seduction or rape
itself. Damn, Maggie was his counterpart all right, a beautiful
and sexually enchanting woman ... but ruthlessly ambitious, too,
which was why he put her in her place every so often, such as the
night before with that teenaged little fireball.
Christ, she'd been something else again ... the way she'd
sucked his cock! He'd really intended to fuck her, but once she'd
clamped that soft, sweet mouth on the end of his prick he'd known
that was it all the way. And then, her wildness in accepting
Kappy's raging animal-cock ...
His intercom buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. "Yes?" he
said, writhing in his chair to fit his hardened shaft of flesh
into a more comfortable position.
"Judge McGraw is on the line, Mr. Keele ... line one," Carol
Heath informed in her throaty voice.
"All right, I'll take it," he said, watching her through the
opened doorway as he spoke. "Hello, Judge. How are you?"
"A ... A little strung out at the moment, Max ... Can you
help me?" the thin, aged voice half-whispered.
"Sure, of course, Judge. Be right over. You at the office?"
"Y-Yes. You ... you won't be long, Max ...?"
"Only a minute," the Director of Correction answered with a
knowing grin. The poor old bastard, he thought, twenty years on
the stuff ...
"Oh ... before I forget it, the meeting of the Spaxtons ...?"
the wheezy voice questioned.
"Tomorrow night, Frank ... in my rumpus room as always, oh?"
"Sure ... I just wanted to be right on the day, you know, my
calendar is so filled ..."
I understand, Judge," Max replied, grinning to himself. The
poor bastard was so burnt out on "H" that he hardly knew his own
name, but he was still an essential fixture in his own
organization and probably the easiest one he had to manipulate.
Besides, the poor old has-been liked to eat pussy, and the younger
the better ...
"You'll be right over, then?"
"Right away, Frank ... just hold tight ..."
* * *
Carol Heath watched her ruggedly handsome boss leave the
office, in fact, couldn't deny the little sensation of excitement
that had rippled through her when he'd chucked her beneath the
chin. God, he was an overwhelming man ... but that wasn't quite
the thing to tell her husband, Jack, she thought with a smile as
she rolled new paper into her typewriter.
There was something devastating, over powering about him that
left her a little bit weak ... yes, maybe even desirous, and she
couldn't help but wonder if he was all he appeared male-wise to
be. God, Jack would throttle her if he ever even imagined what
she was thinking, she realized, racing her hands over the keys of
the electric machine ... but then, Jack didn't ... would never
know, would he.
She forced her brain to concentrate on the issues at hand.
There were forms she had to have ready for his afternoon meeting.
Yet the word, Spaxtons re-echoed in her mind. She had been
purposely slow on returning her phone to the cradle and heard the
Judge's words. This was the organization, the powerful circle
that made the difference in one's standing locally ... with Max
Keele! Neither she nor Jack were oblivious to its existence, nor
the ultimate ends that could be gained by being a member, even
knowing, or having heard rumors, of its sexual costs. The fact
was that they had left the capital for no other reason but to gain
entrance into the underground social club ... where lawyers became
judges overnight, and men were chosen as gubernatorial nominees
... and women-girls pleased sensually, members only to be
fulfilled wholly, regardless of their weird male or feminine
quirks ...!
Chapter 4
Maggie ran her hand over Kappy's sleek coat as she quietly
watched Ken Wilson drive her toward her husband's office. She
decided that she liked the way his long, chestnut hair hung down
over the jacket collar of the uniform she insisted he wear. He
was a handsome-homely boy, intriguing in the expression of his
discerning eyes and wide, honest mouth. She knew that she was
going to possess him one way or another, but in her mind she hoped
it was going to be her own, the ageless way ...
Ken sat confidently manipulating the controls of the
luxurious vehicle, the anger he had felt when he left Jean quite
diminished, his faith in their future warmly inspired by the
morning sun and the fact of the limousine he drove, the latter
warranting a multitude of eager eyes that somehow made him feel
important.
"Park, Darling," his mistress ordered and he did, standing
nearby the auto until she returned a few minutes later.
"Where to, Mrs. Keele?" he asked in his very best modulated
voice.
"The Home, Darling. We have things to do there, too," she
answered warmly, the tone of her voice setting tingles along his
spine.
"Yes ma'm," he managed, forcing himself to ignore the
seductiveness in her words, concentrating on the streets ahead of
him ... and then he was there, parked in her private slot out of
view of the main house, and she said:
"I'd like for you to come up with me, Wilson. I have things
for you to do for me."
"Yes ma'm," he replied awkwardly. "Yes ma'm ..."
He followed obediently behind her through the bleak, gray
corridors of the institution, aware of glancing young female
inmates' eyes, as well as matrons', appraising him. They entered
an elevator that took them to the fourth and top floor; it was
then that Ken learned the lift was the only means to the
superintendent's office and suite, a luxurious series of rooms
that had undoubtedly been designed as living quarters for the
Home's top official. An ugly-faced, middle-aged woman in a
matron's uniform sat behind a desk in the outer office and greeted
the beautiful superintendent with a homely smile.
"Good morning, Mrs. Keele."
"Seybor," the other responded briskly. "I won't want to be
disturbed for the next couple of hours ... I have some personal
matters to attend to."
"Yes, ma'm."
"Kappy, you stay out here with Seybor," Maggie ordered the
great dog and immediately he lay down beside the desk. "Come
along, Wilson."
Ken heard the thick, heavy door lock behind him as he closed
it, noting that there was no knob, only a security key-mechanism
from which Mrs. Keele had taken the key, placing it in her purse.
"Well," she sighed, turning to him with a smile. "Home at
last." She glanced around the plush living room with seeming
content as she spoke. "I always feel so at ease here, Wilson ...
absolute privacy, security ... what better working conditions
could a girl ask for? Do you like it?"
"I-It's very nice, Mrs. Keele," Ken replied, surprised at her
sudden altering of character, the crispy formalness she had borne
all morning falling away like a discarded mantle; yet, not quite
certain whether he approved of the unexpected change or not.
"So, make yourself comfortable while I slip into something
loose and silky, Dear," she invited, still smiling as she moved
gracefully away from him toward an open doorway he surmised to be
a bedroom. "I always work better when I'm comfortable, don't you?
Take off your jacket and make us a couple of drinks while I
change. The bar's right there to your left, and I'll have Scotch
and water."
Ken could only stare after her in growing astonishment. Dear
...! Dear ...? Drinks ...? Something loose and silky?" ...?
Work better ...? What the hell was going on here, anyway? What
kind of work did she have in mind for Christ's sake ...?
Maggie smiled to herself once inside the sensually appointed
bedroom that she had redecorated in the wake of her predecessor
with ample frills and strategically placed wall mirrors. In one
of the latter and out of the corner of her eye, she could see him
through the open doorway, still standing as she'd left him, an
expression of obvious awe on his ruggedly handsome face. God, but
he resembled her Daddy so much it was almost frightening ... as
well as damned exciting.
"Lots of ice, Darling!" she called out to him without looking
directly at his reflection in the mirror, while she wriggled out
of her dress and half-slip, knowing that he was gaping at her as
she carried on in her black bikini panties and wispy bra ...
shocked, no doubt, but certainly stimulated too by her unexpected
actions ... unless he was a hell of a lot less man than she'd
watched on their TV the night before.
Along with these thoughts, other, more intricate and
ambitious ones, fleeted through her mind enjoiningly. He could be
the one ... the necessary male assistant she needed to pull off
her coup when the time came ... though he was young and
inexperienced, where Jack Heath, whom she had met not an hour
before in Max's office, had the suave maturity, plus the educated
mind the maneuvers were going to require ... but as handsome and
desirable as the young Mr. Heath was, he didn't resemble her
Daddy, and the young darling in the next room mixing their drinks,
did! Oh well, plenty of time for major decisions. First came the
preliminaries, and they were just about to begin ...
Ken stood behind the small bar, making their drinks and
compulsively glancing through her open doorway, aware suddenly
that her enticing near-naked reflection in the bedroom mirror was
visible from damned close to every corner of the living room. In
fact, if one sat on the davenport across from the bar he would
have only to stare at the mirror on the wall beside him and enjoy
the same view!
On second thought, he added a bit more Scotch to his own
drink. If he ever needed the bracing effect of liquor, it was at
that crazy moment! What the hell was she trying to pull, anyway
...?
"There! Now, I feel more like myself," Maggie said, floating
into the room with statuesque elegance and wearing a peach-
colored, diaphanous, floor-length negligee that did absolutely
nothing to hide the visibly delightful contours of her ivory-
skinned body, the black wispy panties and bra adding a provocative
note of sensual mystery to the apparition. "Drinks ready, Ken
dear?"
He swallowed tightly, watching her glide to the davenport and
fold down into one corner of it, her small feet drawn up beneath
her. N-Now it was Ken dear! Goddamn! He had to put this
beautiful siren straight, before things went any further ... and
there was no longer any doubt in his mind what she had clicking in
that brain of hers ... only this time she'd picked the wrong guy!
He wasn't only a married man, but he loved his young wife Jeannie
...!
"Well, Darling ...?" she prodded, ever smiling beautifully.
"That is an odd look you're suddenly wearing. Do I shock you ...
or just stimulate you ...?"
Ken felt his face flushing, aware suddenly that his cock was
half-hard inside his pants, adding to his reasons for standing
there behind the bar and hiding it. He held both glasses in his
hands, but simply stood there staring at her, trying to think of
what to say that could possibly end this incredible situation.
Her little laugh surprised him ... frightened him, too, as he
watched her move up off the davenport toward him, calmly taking
the drinks from his hands, setting them on the bar, and drawing
him around from behind it. She eased close to him then, her whole
ravishing length of hot female body pressing tightly and hotly to
him, her erect, pointed breasts flattening against his lower chest
as her arms snaked around his neck and pelvis ground snugly into
his.
Startled, Ken could neither breathe nor speak.
Automatically, his hands closed on the velvety soft, jellied flesh
at the small of her back, feeling the muscles ripple lightly
beneath as a little tremor passed over her and her warm, moist
lips planted themselves openly upon his own.
Eventually, she said: "How does that strike you for a
beginning?"
Ken raised his head, half-sighing, half-gasping in confusion,
but still holding her. "I-I ... damn, Mrs. Keele ... I-I don't
know what you're trying to do ... but-but you've got the wrong guy
...!" he stammered awkwardly, feeling his hardening cock stirring
responsively to the barely perceptive undulating motion of her
pelvis and full, rounded thighs.
She tittered lightly, then kissed him on the nose before
backing out of his arms. "Really, Ken dear, I wasn't of the
opinion that you have much of a bargaining point in the matter,"
she said with cold matter-of-factness, picking up her drink and
walking toward the davenport once more while he gaped after her,
his flustered brain rapidly becoming intoxicated on the lithe
suppleness of her sensuous body, enhanced by her aristocratic walk
in the inch or so of sandaled heels. He could feel his cock
straining into a state of unwanted, embarrassing rigidity, and
when she looked back over her shoulder he saw that her dark,
glittering eyes locked on it in amused delight. "Problems,
darling?" she taunted.
Ken sensed his face flushing again. He cleared his throat
and tried: "Look, Mrs. Keele ... let's get some things straight
..."
"Call me Maggie, please dear, when we're alone like this,"
she said, tilting her beautiful head cutely as she folded down
onto the davenport once more, "and bring your drink here with me.
Then, we'll clear up everything, oh?"
He did, sampling the potent measure he'd poured himself
before dropping into a chair across and away from her, his brain
racing chaotically. "M-Mrs. Keele ..." he started.
"Maggie," she corrected.
"All right, then Maggie ... you know I'm married ... and I
love my wife!" he managed, sounding very much to himself like a
pleading child.
"That's noble of you, Ken darling," she replied sweetly.
"Though I believe that's the expected thing ... to love one's
chosen mate, isn't it?"
"C-Christ almighty!" Ken blurted uncontrollably. "I-I just
don't get it, Mrs. ... Maggie ..."
"Then I'll make it quite simple for you, Darling," she said
in that same cold matter-of-fact tone of before. "You appeal to
me ... I want you ... and I'll have you."
Goddamn! She didn't pull any punches, he reasoned stupidly.
"And if I don't cooperate...?"
She broke into a slow smile. "But you will, Darling," she
informed, watching him with level eyes as she raised her glass to
her lips. Then: "You've already told me that you love your sweet
little wife ... and I'm sure you're constantly thinking of her
welfare ... aren't you, Lover?"
She couldn't have made it more plain had she spelled it out
for him, Ken realized, his guts knotting hollowly at her veiled,
if obvious, threat. It was all crazy ... and the absolute insane
part was that she was anything but hard to take! Christ, she was
breathtaking ... and here she was trying to coerce him into ...
into fucking her! What the hell else?
"I do shock you, don't I, Darling," she said rather than
asked. "And you're wondering about my husband, too ... but don't.
We have a rare understanding that permits these little affairs ...
though I don't like having to force you this way; but sometimes a
woman ... a sensuous woman like myself, does have to resort to
desperate measures to get what, or whom she wants."
She arose spontaneously and came over to melt down onto his
lap, her arm slipping around his neck, her thigh and hip
pressuring down meaningfully onto his still half-erect cock. "So,
let's resign ourselves to the circumstances, shall we, Lover? Who
knows, they might even turn out to be to your advantage."
Ken could hardly do much else, he thought wildly, the way she
was intentionally squirming down onto his hardening penis, the
weight and pressure of her softly rounded curves inescapably
increasing his excitement at an alarming rate! Unwittingly, he
had set his drink on the table beside him and suddenly realized
that his hand had moved inside her nylon gown at the waist to
caress the smooth, satin-like skin, and was slowly stroking upward
over her trembling nakedness toward her breasts.
"Hmmmmm," she cooed responsively to his touch. "Ooohhh ...
God, that's better, Lover," she hissed, straightening up and
reaching behind her to unhook her bra through the flimsy material
of the negligee, then sensuously slipping both garments off before
laying warmly back against him. "There ... that's even more comfy
..."
"Goddamn!" Ken gasped as the large, full mounds of creamy
flesh burst into view, their ripe ruby nipples pointing upward at
him and swelling into palpitating hardness before his eyes. Oh,
Christ, what the hell was he doing? My God, Jean ... his
wonderful wife Jeannie ... but to think of her while lying here
with a naked woman beside him seemed almost sacrilegious ...!
He forced her out of his mind and clutched one breast
excitedly in his hand, the feel of its soft, warm resilience
causing his cock to jerk uncontrollably as she writhed erotically
against it, and there went his last token of resistance. Whatever
the hell was to come, let it! He had to fuck this wildly sensuous
woman! With his other hand, he drew her head down to him and
glued his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue between her smooth,
moist lips beyond the barrier of her white, even teeth and into
the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
She accepted it with a caress from her own, a hot and liquid
caress; then she began to nibble and suck erotically! He felt her
lush body quivering to his kneading and massaging of her breast
and she whimpered, forcing her tiny tongue into his mouth as she
pressed the fleshily trembling mound against his manipulating
hand. Abruptly, she was on her feet and pulling him up.
"Bring your drink!" she ordered hissingly. "I want you to do
it to me now ... right now!"
Ken's brain reeled as she led him half-stumbling toward the
bedroom, her firm full breasts dancing and swaying with the
effort. Then, without further preliminaries, the older woman let
free of his hand to roll her tiny nylon panties down off her
smoothly rounded hips to the floor, pouncing onto the oval bed and
rolling onto her back in a lewd spread-eagle position to smile
wantonly and teasingly up at him.
"Now!" she exclaimed. "Undress for me, you daddy-like
darling! I want to watch you!"
Ken could still hardly believe what was taking place. It had
all happened too fast and compellingly for him to comprehend,
though in the maze of lust-building excitement he'd satisfied
himself that somehow he was protecting his darling, Jean ... and
that whatever this severely beautiful woman forced him to do he
would do it for his delectable wife.
Hungrily, he drank in her naked curves, unaware of her one
hand raising to the secreted button behind the headboard that set
the intricate video tape into motion; he was too busy watching her
salacious writhing movements that were sending ripples of hot
desire charging through him ... obscene actions as she lay
stretched out in anticipation before him. He'd already discovered
the breathtaking firmness of her high-set, jutting breasts and now
he was staring at the provocative arch of her ivory-pure hips that
led downward to long, fully rounded, tapering thighs. Between
them, spread invitingly, he could see clearly through the raven-
black pubic curls covering her loins ... see the delicate pink
lips of her vaginal slit, her excitement obvious in the first tiny
drops of dewy moisture glistening there!
"Damn ...! he gasped. "You're a beautiful woman!" He still
held his drink and was staring down at her, and after he spoke,
saw the effect of his words as she made a little mewling sound,
her hips undulating as if of their own volition, her sparkling
dark eyes seeming to glaze slightly.
"Now!" she choked. "Please hurry, Daddy ... I need you!" she
insisted.
Ken began pulling at his clothing as she watched, refusing to
let his young wife re-enter his mind, removing everything, even
his shoes and socks, before dropping his shorts that were trying
desperately to contain the now rock-hardened bulge of his cock.
He saw her raise up on elbow, her eyes fixed upon his loins when
he made the unveiling.
"Oh, God!" she gasped breathlessly at the hardened rigidity
of it standing out from his lean, hairy groin. She stared at the
throbbing, blood-inflated head, her tiny pink tongue tracing her
arched lip-line passionately. "God! It's more beautiful in
reality!" she gasped, confusing him entirely. "Oh Daddy, bring it
here to me," she whimpered, moving to the edge of the bed to meet
it as he approached and stood naked before and above her.
A compulsory spasm of delightful tremors coursed over and
through him as she gently let his cock rest in the palm of her
hand, slowly encircling her fingers around its thickness and
sliding the heavy outer skin to and from her, her other hand
moving between his thighs to encompass his balls tenderly, then
... then ... he saw her tiny wet tongue dart out to lick at the
tiny split of its glans and catch the few drops of secretion that
had seeped out in his mounting desire. He groaned at the
unexpected hot contact of her tongue with the sensitive head of
his cock, then groaned again as she drew it gently toward her,
opening her lipstick-rimmed lips and sucking it slowly but
continuously into the hot, moist shelter of her mouth, her tongue
instigating a slow, smooth, swirling motion as she kept drawing it
in ... in ... in ... until he gaped in disbelief as almost all of
the entire thick shaft of cock-flesh disappeared between her
sucking lips into her mouth and throat! Finally, she withdrew her
head in a slow and delicious drawing sequence, then, rolled back
onto the bed, her arms and luscious legs open to him.
"Oh, God, Daddy ... Lover ... I want you to fuck me to death
with that young handsome cock!" she breathed up at him.
"Shit!" Ken blurted, all else unimportant measured against
this fantastic moment, the lewd word, "fuck," tumbling beautifully
from her luscious lips exciting him further. He climbed onto the
bed eagerly; half on top of her, his hand smoothing salaciously
over her enticing flesh from her hips to her breasts, kneading,
cupping, massaging, his mouth finding her hungrily, his tongue
exploring the still poignant taste of his own cock there, and
adding to his mounting passion.
"You're going to be my baby," she whispered, "I just know it!
Would you like that, Ken, lover? To be somebody of importance ...
maybe even the governor someday?"
Ken heard her words and accepted them lightly. "Right now,
all I want is you," he hissed down at her, smoothing his hand over
the warm, soft skin of her flattened belly, and below to the silky
hair-covered mound that swelled into the sensitive, flushed and
fleshy lips of her cunt. He traced his finger along the pink,
hair-lined slit between her firmly rounded thighs to the soft warm
crevice of her buttocks, and she gasped upward into his face
continuously from the sensations it obviously set off inside her,
her hot breath like some rare perfume that he couldn't get enough
of.
He ground his hard, ever-growing cock against her naked hip
while he caressed and taunted the moist secret parts of her
voluptuously curved body, even as his brain whirled with the
incredibleness of the act. Lying there beside her, making love to
her in the most lascivious manner, he couldn't help but wonder
what Max Keele would really say should he walk through that door!
Yet, at the moment, he didn't give much of a damn. He had to fuck
her ... the beautiful, enchanting creature ... and she'd actually
sucked his cock! Good Christ! He'd heard plenty about these
husband-wife understandings, the swap-arounds; who hadn't these
days? But he'd always have his doubts about such an arrangement
working out... Her baby, she'd said ... be somebody of importance
... maybe even the governor someday! What the hell kind of line
was that? ... but she hadn't had to say it ...!
Oooohhhh! She had his cock in her hand, and now her mouth
was clinging to his, sucking and nibbling at his tongue as she
tried to maneuver him between her opened thighs, wanting his cock
inside her warm, moist cunt ...!
He responded, rolling over and cradling himself between her
legs, forcing his hands beneath her shoulders and running them
down the soft curves of her back and hips, the idea suddenly
striking him that she must be at least twice his age, but damn,
he'd never know it to look at her, or feel the firmness of her
luscious body. Anyway, that thought only seemed to add to his
lust as he traced the raised ridges of her spine and felt the
licentious undulation of her soft flesh against his own in a lust-
provoking rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly under
the ivory-white skin, indicating a hidden strength in her lithe
body. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against
the outside of his hips and he couldn't help but wonder how they
would grip about him once he'd sunk his now throbbing cock deep
inside her hot, white belly ...
"Oh, God, you're as wonderful as I knew you would be ... the
perfect replica of him," she whispered, biting at his lips and
grinding the little bowl of her belly up against him. Ken tried
to grasp the meaning of her words, but gave that up when her hands
sought his lean, taut buttocks, her nails raking him lightly
there, finally moving upward the length of his back in a like
pattern. "You're going to be all mine from this moment on, Daddy
boy! It's important that you understand that!" she hissed into
his ear passionately. "Do you ...?"
Ken hesitated; it was all so wildly crazy ... but he didn't
want to do anything that might anger, or turn her off... Christ,
he had to have her now! "I understand that I'm going to fuck you
and fuck you until you forget where you are ... or who you are!"
he rasped down at her.
"Ooohhhh ... oh, God, yes, Daddy ... yes!" she moaned. "Do
it ... do it! Fuck me until I'm crazy! Sink that beautiful cock
of yours up into my cunt until I go out of my mind, Lover! Do
that to me and I'll love you forever ...!"
He forced his hands further down beneath her, cupping the
fullness of her smooth, white buttocks in their palms and drawing
her moist loins up tighter against his. He wedged his cock into
the partially opened split of her cunt, moving it back and forth,
up and down until it was well insinuated within the damp pink slit
separating her softly hair-lined vaginal lips, and began a
pressurizing, upward fucking motion, sensing the velvety, raw
flesh growing more wet with every passing second. Her smoothly
rounded buttocks began an urgent rotation, grinding her
impassioned genitals against his loins, while the bulbous head of
his cock gently massaged the erect bud of her clitoris, and she
gasped through her teeth at him.
"I ... I can't stand it any longer, Baby! I-I've got to have
it fucking up inside me! Now ... fuck me now, Daddy! Hurry ...!"
Her legs scissored out wide on either side of his body, their
strong calves situating themselves against the backs of his thighs
as she tried to force him tighter into her.
He kissed her hungrily and lowered his hand, guiding his
aching cock downward between her hot, moist cunt lips. She
trembled all over and whimpered out as her pelvis lurched upward
at him, the damply open mouth of her cunt desperately seeking the
blood-filled, lust-inflamed head of his shaft of hardened young
flesh.
Ken grunted in his own salacious passion, feeling the soft,
silken hairs of her cunt grazing his cock from her sensuous
movements, and he knew that trying to hold back was useless for
him any longer. He sucked in his breath and thrust his hips
forward, feeling the lubricious, nibbling mouth of her vaginal
passage accepting him, immediately absorbing his prick in the hot,
moist channel right up into her belly with a wet little sucking
sound, her vaginal muscles setting to work around the hard, fleshy
length of his wildly throbbing cock.
Oh, Christ, he thought! He'd never had anything like this!
Her cunt sheath was milking his cock like a warm, butter-filled
hand!
"Oooohhhh ... aaahhhh ..." she moaned and crooned as he felt
her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep beyond the
secret crevices of her womb. She began to groan and murmur
incoherently while he started to fuck viciously into her, gritting
his teeth in his own driving lust. Her body followed his pace,
lurching in wild, abandoned jerks beneath him.
"Ooohhhh, God, Daddy ... ooohhhhh ... so good ... so good!
Harder ... fuck it harder, Baby! Yes ... yesss ... like that!"
she gasped as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tightly around his
neck, pulling his lean chest down snug against the soft whiteness
of her breasts.
Ken plunged his long, hardened cock up and up, deeper and
deeper into the warm, moist channel of her cunt, sensing the whole
of her inner belly opening receptively to his furious ravaging.
Her voluptuous body spasmed and twisted, while she moaned
ceaselessly, her face contorted in ecstatic rapture. He watched
her mouth move with spasmodic little tremors as her nostrils
flared in untamed, animalish desire that had seized hold of her
whole being as though it were writhing in the throes of a
convulsion. Her forehead was suddenly coated with a film of
glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her short, raven-
black hair. It was as if nothing could prevent her wild race for
fulfillment now and Ken fucked like an insane man to attain that
goal for both of them.
"Oh ... ooohhhh, God, yesss ...! Do something, Daddy! Shove
your finger in my ass! Hurry, do it, do it!" she ordered
whimperingly as he slid his strong, gaunt hands under the wildly
pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly, raising
them off the bed for greater access to her open and hungrily
clasping loins. Then, he reached further between the hotly
undulating spheres as he continued his jack-hammer fucking into
the liquid depths of her hotly clenched cunt. He stretched the
crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his middle
finger for her anus ... until he found it.
A tiny rivulet of warm moisture had dribbled down the smooth,
widespread cleft from where his throbbing cock was pistoning
sleekly in and out of her. It dampened the tightly puckered hole,
lubricating it sufficiently for his experimental probes, then, he
pushed hard, feeling it give almost reluctantly, until suddenly
the tight elastic sphincter ring opened before his pressure and
his finger popped smoothly inside the warm, rubbery channel and
slid into her to the first knuckle joint. Her body jerked forward
beneath him while she gasped out her pain.
"Ooohhh ... ooohhhh Godddd! It hurt, Daddy baby ...!"
He thrust again, almost to the second joint, and her legs
jerked out erotically, her feet in the air above them, her toes
curling under spasmodically.
"Aaggghhhh! Oh, Lover baby ... yesss ... yeeesssss!" Maggie
groaned, and in spite of the obvious pain, he felt her suddenly
begin screwing her rectum crazily back onto his finger until it
was sunk to the very palm of his hand, and he began to jiggle it
wildly, rotating it around deep inside the fleshy depths of her
velvety rectum.
He ground down into her with all the strength of his hips and
thighs, feeling the hot, raw flesh of her cunt clasping and
unclasping like a saliva-filled mouth around his bursting cock.
He fucked into her from the tips of his toes, ramming the last
fraction of cock to thunder up her passion-dilated hole, raising a
new ecstatic wail from her lips as he maintained the same rhythm
with his pumping finger sunk deep in her back passage. Her
nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, stared glassily
and unseeing up into his face, a feral, unsatiated desire burning
lustfully in them.
"Aaaauuugghhhhh ... Goddd!" she grunted, as he buffeted her
rhythmically undulating loins in perfect cadence of finger and
cock that were dually ravishing her genitals, a masochistic
pleasure filling her from her cunt to the top of her head. Her
arms that had been wrapped tightly around his neck with her long
nails digging frantically into the lean hard flesh of his back,
slithered downward and dug painfully into his taut, thrusting
buttocks as they pounded demonically, driving his beautiful cock
into the seething core of her needing body.
Moist, fleshy smacking noises resounded throughout the room
with every pile-driving lunge he made into her, while his hotly
worming finger skewered into her tight clasping anus with
unceasing fury. Her skin was greasy with the sweat from the
wanton gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed
uncontrollably on the coverlet beneath her. Her mouth had fallen
slack in blissful salacity; she had become something almost
inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart
and jerking her knees back to her shoulders, egging him on.
"Ooohhh ... ooohhhh ... deeper, Baby! Harder! Fuck me
harder ... harder, Daddy!" she commanded, her climax obviously
nearing, while Ken breathed a silent prayer of gratitude.
He was damned near destroyed, he realized, pulling his finger
from her rectum with a damp, hissing sound; then she swung her
strong, smooth thighs upward and wound them possessively around
his back, waving her ass wantonly from side to side and spiraling
her clasping cunt up and down insanely on his plunging and hotly
expanding cock.
"Oh ... ooohhhh, Daddy baby ... yessss ... I'm cumming!
Cuumiiinnnggggg ...!" she suddenly cried out with a gasp of
intense passion, locking her ankles in a deathlike grip high up
behind his laboring back. At the same time, her arms tightly
engulfed his neck, her open mouth smashing against his own, her
body arching as she held to him, not moving, but quivering and
jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic
fluid out around his hard-driving cock and down the widespread
crevice of her buttocks, soaking his balls as they slapped hard
against her tiny puckered anus."
The wildness of her climax triggered his own, and he gripped
the cheeks of her still working buttocks, squeezing with crushing
strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began
choking from his throat.
"Oh ... uunngghhh ... damnnnn!" he blurted, suddenly
increasing the viciousness of his stroke, his pelvis slapping
brutally against the ragged pink flanges of her cunt, his
throbbing cock driving deep into the furthest hidden recesses of
her quivering belly.
He felt himself cumming and threw his hands down behind her
knees, forcing them back higher around her head, grinding as far
into her open and yielding cunt as he could, raising groans of
left-over passion from her lips still locked tightly to his. He
gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the explosion at his
loins, heard her whimpering cry of orgasmic delight once more as
she tightened her arms around his neck, and then with a deep,
soul-shattering groan, he shot into her, squirting his hot, thick
sperm into the warm depths of her delicious, tremoring belly ...!
And then, came the end ... there was no more ... except the
creeping remorse for his fidelity ... and he collapsed, rolling
off of her onto his back with a deep, bitter sigh of exhaustion.
He heard her long breath of release, then felt her move beside him
and realized she was getting off the bed. He looked up at her in
all of her enchanting nakedness, surprised at the austere
expression that had returned to her beautiful face.
"Well? Don't just lie there, Wilson," she snapped. "Get up
... and don't get any stupid ideas just because I chose to use you
as a bed-partner today. You're still on probation you know."
With that, she left him staring open-mouthed after her as she
walked into the bathroom, her firm rounded buttocks quivering
teasingly with every step she took. Then, from the doorway, she
said: "You get dressed and wait in the living room. I have some
other chores I'll want you to look after for me ..."
Chapter 5
Jean Wilson didn't doubt for one moment that her husband
wasn't feeling well that night, especially when he hadn't wanted
to make love to her, though she hardly told him that was what she
was basing her diagnosis on. But except. for those times in the
month when she couldn't, they had not missed one night of love-
making since their wedding, and that was proof enough for her.
In truth, she'd enjoyed the waiting on and looking after him,
though he hadn't eaten any of the supper she'd brought him, and
he'd hardly been willing to talk or even discuss his feelings, so
she had let him fall asleep, and this morning he'd looked and
seemed to feel better, giving her a warm and passionate kiss just
before he left to chauffeur Mrs. Keele.
Now, as she went about her household duties, Jean felt a
little tingle in her belly at the memory of the kiss. She smiled
to herself enroute to the rumpus room on the third floor that Mrs.
Keele had ordered she clean thoroughly for some sort of party the
next night ... smiled as she entertained exciting thoughts of what
their own little bed-party to come at the end of the day promised
... if kisses didn't lie.
Lord ... getting to be just a little bit on the horny side,
wasn't she? Jean reprimanded herself lightly, not at all ashamed
of her desire for her virile young husband. In fact, she was
secretly pleased with the erotic passion he could arouse in her
with a simple kiss, or his gentle hand touching her breast or
thigh, being that her sheltering parents had almost had her
believing that sex was the basest of animal instincts and no
religious girl indulged. God, how wrong they were ...!
She entered the massive playroom with its bar and multitude
of plush furnishings, memories of her loving parents still
lingering in her mind. If only they had understood how much she
and Ken had loved one another, perhaps none of this situation
would ever have come into being. Certainly, it wouldn't have, for
they would've been married in the little church in town and
probably settled down there, with Ken helping Daddy on the farm
... Oh God, there she went again, juggling the "ifs" and heading
right toward a crying spree.
Well, she wouldn't! Not again today. Yesterday had been bad
enough for her, but she'd vowed to see it through and she would.
Besides, there was nothing else for them to do, no one to turn to
for help ... unless Chief Lannigan might listen ... but that was
far-fetched, too, she'd decided. That awful judge had passed down
his decision, and no one was going to bother listening to their
plight ... two nobodies from the Midwest ...
Jean walked to one of the large TVs, turning it on in an
attempt to rid her mind of its plaguing thoughts while she worked,
switching the selector dial rapidly when the screen showed nothing
but what fleetingly resembled plays, or soap-opera type scenes ...
until she came to what looked like a very familiar setting ... a
room with no one in it ... and then, it struck her!
My God! It was their ... Ken's and her room She leaned close
to the screen to examine the furnishings more closely, finally
noting her own cosmetic case setting on the vanity! It was! It
was! But ... but why? She shook her head in confusion, brushing
her long honey-colored hair back over her shoulders. It didn't
make sense ... or did it ...? Quickly, she twisted the selector
again, recognizing the uniforms the girls were wearing ...!
"Fuck her!" came distinctly over the audio system, sending a
shock wave of unfathomable sensations charging through Jean at the
forbidden four-letter word one of the girls had uttered. "I'll
get even with that old cunt one day!"
"Don't let her get to your, Carla," another red-headed young
girl with an attractive face soothed. "She's a bitch all right,
but nothing compared with the she-wolf, herself, or that frigging
dog! Just be thankful you haven't been chosen yet ...!"
"Don't worry, Old Maggie won't take me," the one called Carla
said. "I'm too old at eighteen ... besides I've been a whore ..."
Mesmerized, Jean stared at the screen, listening to their
lewd exchange while they slipped out of their drab uniforms and
stood in bras and panties, obviously in total unawareness that
they could be seen and heard! Her brain whirled with the shocking
unbelievableness of what she was witnessing, while simultaneously
it tried to calculate some sense to it all. With trembling hand,
she again twisted the selector, a picture of a shower-room with a
lone girl completely nude beneath the spray filling the large
screen. Dear God, everything she owned was absolutely on display,
and Jean could hear the hiss of the water, even the sound of the
soap as it squirted out of her hand and struck the cement
flooring!
Jean watched her stoop down unawarely, realizing the erotic
lewdness such a spectacle made and knowing how that girl might
feel if she knew she were being watched. Modestly, she turned the
dial, clicking slowly through its channels to see replicas of the
same, until she came back to her own room and staggered backward
to fall weakly into an overstuffed, luxurious chair, the
undeniable truth of it all dawning on her!
My dear God! It was all suddenly so clear to her! The
Keeles had to be warped people ... and they sat here, perhaps,
even with their friends, playing voyeurs ... watching those poor
locked-up girls in their most intimate moments ... even she,
herself, and Ken in their supposed privacy! My God! Had they
been watching them that first night they made love ...?
Oh God ... somehow, someway, they had to get away from that
terrible place and those wicked people! But ... how? Run away?
No, that would be insane; they'd have every policeman in the
country looking for them! But there must be a way! What the
Keeles were doing was evilly wrong and they should be punished ...
Chief Lannigan! Yes! She would go to him and tell the whole
horrible truth! It might even help them gain a full release ...
get them away from there entirely! After all, he was the law, and
certainly the law didn't permit such obscene goings-on as this!
She would! She would! She'd call a taxi and go straight to Chief
Lannigan's office! After all, she was on probation and had the
right to go outside; it wasn't as if she were a total prisoner ...
With trembling legs, Jean got to her feet and stumbled toward
the door. Oh God, if only Ken were there to help her ... but he
wasn't! This, she had to do on her own, she realized, running
down the stairway.
Oh God ... oh God, please help me, she prayed inwardly as she
picked up the telephone to call a cab ...
* * *
Bige Lannigan was more than a robust man; he was disgustingly
obese according to medical standards, and probably not long for
the world if their calculations were correct. A shock of white,
waving hair covered his ruddy-complexioned head luxuriously, and
his pale blue eyes gave him the appearance, along with his
cherubic, smiling face, of a kind, benign individual. He was of
medium height, wore street clothes instead of a uniform, and
filled his chair in broad corpulence, further suggesting an almost
Santa Claus attitude.
He listened intently to every word the intoxicating little
bitch before him unfolded in her anxiety, struggling to keep his
eyes above the partially exposed, nylon-encased thighs that she
kept crossed beneath her maid's mini-uniform, even above her full
young breasts jutting forward at him provokingly.
"And ... and that's the whole story, Chief Lannigan!" Jean
ended with parched throat. "Certainly, you can and will do
something about it ...?"
"Of course, we can, my dear," he answered her calmly. "And
we will ...!"
Jean breathed a heavy sigh of relief, smiling for the first
time since she'd entered his office. "Oh Lord ... you make me
feel so much better, Chief." She leaned forward then: "Do ... do
you think there's a chance of my husband and I being released ...
I mean, after bringing this to your attention ...?"
Bige smiled at her. Christ, what a delicious fuck she'd
make, he thought licentiously. "There's always a chance for
everything, my dear. Let me set the wheels into operation on what
you've already told me. We have to gather our own proof, you know
... something that will stand up in court... But don't worry,
we'll get right on it. Meanwhile, I suggest you go back to the
Keele residence and act as if nothing has happened ... so they
won't get suspicious; Don't tell your husband, or anyone, that
you've talked to me ... all right?"
Jean swallowed at the dryness in her mouth. She'd hoped for
immediate action to her condemning information ... hoped that her
darling Ken and herself could be out of there that very night, but
she could reluctantly understand the methodical procedure of law.
She forced a little smile as she got to her feet.
"I better get back before they notice that I'm gone," she
said, backing toward the door. "And, ... and I'll depend on you,
Chief Lannigan ..."
"Just play it nice and cool," the huge fat-man said,
lumbering up from his chair. He smiled encouragingly. "We'll get
on it right away, dear. Don't worry about a thing ... unless it's
you and your hubby in bed tonight ... Remember those cameras you
told me about ..."
Jean reached for the doorknob sensing the flush in her cheeks
at his words, but hardly knowing how to counteract them. In fact,
he had an excellent point, didn't he ...?
"Thank you, Chief ... and please hurry! We don't want to
stay a minute longer there than we have to ..."
"I understand, Doll, and don't worry. Just do your thing,"
the corpulent man said, moving to open the door for her. Then:
"I'd have one of the boys drive you home but it might not look
good. Better buy some groceries and take a cab."
"I will ... and thank you, Chief Lannigan," Jean said warmly.
"Oh, you're welcome, honey ... and don't worry about a
thing," he repeated benignly. "You'll be hearing from me shortly
..."
Chapter 6
Jean was openly frightened when she discovered that Max Keele
had arrived home in her absence. He walked into the kitchen as
she entered through the service entrance, a glowering look of
suspicion clouding his big, handsome face. Like a child caught
with her hand in the cookie jar, Jean gaped up at him, suddenly
remembering the bag of groceries in her arms that she had bought,
heeding Chief Lannigan's advice.
"Where've you been?" the Director shot at her, his flinty
eyes gleaming warily.
It was then that she noticed the glass and its contents in
his huge hand. The smell of whiskey came to her. "Groc-Grocery
shopping," she stammered, sensing her knees beginning to jell.
"And who told you to take that upon yourself? "
"W-Why ... no one ... b-but there were things we ... we were
out of M-Mr. Keele," Jean lied, the blood in her veins seeming to
abruptly turn cold. "I-I thought ..."
"Never mind what you thought, girl," he interrupted, his
expression softening somewhat. "You're not to leave this house
without my, or Mrs. Keele's permission ... understand?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
He smiled then, his whole attitude appearing to change as he
stood there. Finally, he said: "Put down the groceries and come
with me, Dear ... I want to show you something."
Though she was still trembling from head to toe, Jean
breathed an inner sigh of relief; he had accepted her lame excuse
and walked to the swinging door leading into the rest of the
house. She realized then that he was standing there waiting for
her, holding the door inward for her to follow. Hesitantly, she
set the bag of groceries on the table and walked past him through
the opening, pausing there for his instructions.
"Upstairs, to the rumpus room," he said evenly. "I want to
show you something. Go ahead."
A further hollowness crept into Jean's belly at the mention
of the third-floor den, but she tried not to let him see it and
obediently ascended the carpeted stairway before him, their trek
carried out in verbal silence while she tried to reason what he
could possibly want to show her up there ...!
Max let his eyes feast lecherously on the shapely, arched
roundness of her young hips and buttocks, the fullness of her
exposed, nylon-covered thighs and luscious calves as she climbed
the stairs in front of him, mentally praising Maggie for her
choice brevity in mini-uniform selection. His enchantress wife
knew well how to keep his libido stimulated ... If only she
weren't so goddamned ambitious for power in her own right, she be
the perfect mate, but sometimes he felt that he hardly dare turn
his back on her... Hell, enough of those thoughts for the
present; there were other more immediate things that required his
attention ...
He grinned lewdly to himself and drained his glass as he
walked along the hallway behind her, following her into the great
room and closing the door behind him ... hearing the lock tumbler
falling securely into place.
Jean, too, heard that decisive clicking sound and a new
tightness constricted her belly. She stopped short in the room,
turning quickly to face him. He smiled. "You were in here
earlier," he said, walking past her toward the bar.
"Y-Yes ... Mrs. Keele ordered me to clean the room," Jean
replied nervously, her wide, green eyes following his broad back
until he was behind the bar and facing her again. He was still
half-grinning as he set about making himself a drink, "S-She said
you were h-holding a party tomorrow night and wanted everything in
proper order ..."
"Did she tell you anything about not tampering with the TVs?"
Max questioned in a soft, meaningful voice.
Once again, Jean sensed the icing of her bloodstream. My
God, she had evidently forgotten to turn off the set ... and he'd
discovered it! Now, he knew that she was aware of the screen's
lurid use! She couldn't speak ... only stood there petrified
gaping at him, while he continued to grin at her.
"Would you like a drink to brace your nerves, Baby?" he
invited calmly, leaning forward on the bar, his glass in his hand.
Numbly, Jean shook her head in the negative, struggling for
the proper words that might help temper her situation. "I-I
didn't mean to pry ... didn't know ..."
"But now you do, don't you, Dear," Max said, suddenly moving
around the bar toward her. "You've learned one of our little
secrets, and are wondering the whys of it ... so, I'll tell you
that, too ..."
Jean felt as if her legs were made of stone, immobile, and
she stood there awe-stricken as his massiveness closed in on her,
his empty hand reaching out to take her small, trembling one
inside it possessively. He went on, his handsome face above her
own, his lewdly suggestive eyes gleaming down at her: "We like the
stimulation of playing voyeurs ... watching the girls In their
lesbian acts ... even watching you and your punk-husband fuck!
Nothing can do more for your sex drive, Baby, than being an
audience to a doll with a luscious body like yours squirming and
writhing on the end of a hard fucking cock, trying to make it and
being left high and dry when he blows his nuts in your hot
screaming little pussy before you can cum ...!"
"Oh! Oh my God ...!" Jean gasped in horror at the shocking
filth spewing from his half-grinning lips, not only his use of the
lewd words, but the shameful, graphic meaning behind them! She
had been right! They'd watched Ken and her making love in the
suppose privacy of their room ... had even noted her unfulfilled
frustration ...! Dear Lord! She had to get out of there ... away
from this terrible man and his evil house ...!
Desperately, she tried to jerk her hand free as tears of
shame and rage streamed down her cheeks, but his huge, powerful
hand was like a vise clutching her own. She struggled with him,
knocking the glass from his hand to shatter on the floor, even
knowing it was useless as she remembered the locked door, but in
her panic she could think of nothing else but being free of his
bestial touch, and abruptly, she sank her sharp teeth into the
hairy flesh of his imprisoning hand.
"You little bitch!" Max roared, jerking his hand away to
brutally grasp her arm, then with the other open one he slapped
her hard, knocking her backward and down onto a davenport. She
started to get up again, but as he raised his hand once more,
decided against it, slumping helplessly and burying her sobbing
face in her hands. "Okay ... that's better, Baby," he said,
breathing heavily as he examined the teeth marks she'd left in his
flesh. He'd caught her just in time, before she could break the
skin with those white little fangs of hers, but still it hurt like
hell. The vicious little cunt! She'd pay for that. "Now, let's
get back to the matter at hand, shall we? We can either be
friends, which'll make it easier on you ... or enemies, and I'll
rape you! It's up to you, Doll. Either way, I'm going to fuck
you shitless right here this very afternoon ...!"
Jean's head swam from the force of his stinging blow, but the
terrifying repugnance his loathsome proposition sent nauseously
sweeping through her was far more staggering than if he had beat
her senseless! She could only gape up at him in sickened panic!
"M-My God ... no ... you wouldn't!" she heard herself groan
feebly. "Please ... oh God ... please let me go ...!"
"Don't be ridiculous, Baby," Max replied with a leer. "It
boils right down to this ... if that punk-husband of yours can
fuck my wife, then I can fuck his ... and that's exactly what I
intend to do ... after you've taken a look at the video tape I'm
going to show you." He walked to the large TV set and began to
manipulate knobs, while she stared at him in further confused
abhorrence at his nightmarish lie, her whirling brain searching
frantically for any avenue of escape ...! "I'm only sorry that
there's no audio portion ... but they say a picture's worth a
thousand words ... well, we'll see ..."
And she did, her wide green eyes locking on the colored
screen in traumatic fascination as Mrs. Keele's totally naked
body, spread open lewdly on a bed, composed the picture, her
salaciously exposed genitals and hips writhing obscenely, as if in
licentious anticipation before the unrecognizable man who back
Jean could only partially see! He held a drink in his hand as he
obviously ogled the beautiful, sensual nakedness before him ...
and then, she saw the raven-haired woman's lips move as her
sparkling dark eyes seemed to glaze, and the man began to pull at
his own clothing ...!
He came fully into the picture at that point, and with mind-
shattering dismay, Jean saw that it actually was her husband, Ken!
"Oh no ... no ... noooooo!" she moaned weakly, watching him
shed every stitch, until at last he stood as naked as the vixen on
the bed, his hardened penis thrusting out from his lean, hairy
loins lustfully, his terrible intentions obvious!
Max Keele watched the teenaged blonde doll he had quietly sat
down beside with sadistic delight. He had already witnessed the
replay once and preferred to focus his attentions on the shocked
reactions of the wronged little wife, his lecherous desire
beginning to rapidly mount as he let his eyes play over the
delightful charms of her youth. Christ, what a ravishing fuck she
was going to be once he stuffed his growing hard cock into that
tight little blonde-haired cunt of hers ...
She groaned out and covered her mouth with her hands
suddenly, causing him to look toward the screen and see Maggie
holding Wilson's cock in her hand, then licking its head before
sucking damned near the full length of it into her educated mouth.
He couldn't help but grin obscenely at both the lewd spectacle on
the screen, and the expression of disbelieving horror on Jean
Wilson's face, the latter sending evil sensations of sadistic lust
charging through his groin ...
A certain numbness of mind and body had crept over Jean,
seeming to render her helpless as she stared in repugnance at the
wicked, heart-breaking performance unfolding before her very eyes.
Dear God, dear God ... how could he do such a thing to her? Her
brain repeated the unanswerable question time and again as she
watched through tear-filled eyes her new husband's illicit
lovemaking to the very wife of the man who sat next to her. She
couldn't believe it when he cradled himself between her thighs and
took his penis in his hand, finally thrusting it deep into the
beautiful older woman's receptively open vagina, the painful, but
stimulating sight instigating tiny erotic sensations in her own
loins, almost as if he were pressing it into her ... where it
belonged ...
"I'll have to admit, the kid does have a sizable cock there,"
Jean heard the big man comment luridly, suddenly aware that his
huge arm was around her shoulders, his hand caressing her upper
arm gently. "Frankly, I hate like hell to throw the book at the
young bastard, but he's got to learn that he can't run around
fucking other men's wives without paying the piper ..."
Jean looked at him pleadingly. "Oh please ... please don't
do anymore to hurt us ...?"
"Hurt you? Christ, Baby, what are you talking about?" he
questioned as if stunned by her remark. "I tried only to help you
both from the beginning ... kept Judge McGraw from sending you up
to cool your heels, and this is the thanks I get ... your husband
fucks my wife and you bite me! Some thanks ..."
Jean shook her head in utter confusion, trying to keep her
eyes from the terrible spectacle taking place on the TV screen,
while her mind worked desperately to function with intelligence.
Somehow, she felt certain that Mrs. Keele had coerced Ken into the
horrible act. How, she had no idea, but he would have an
explanation, and she had to keep faith ... they loved each other
too much! Yet, simultaneously, she reasoned that she must keep
this evil man from taking out his vengeance on her young husband
... keep him pacified until Chief Lannigan could act ... and dear
God, the massive brute had already made it known what he expected!
But no ... no! She could never go through with that! There had
to be another way ...!
"Where do you think you're going?" he questioned, his hand
gripped her upper arm as she started to rise from the couch.
"I-I was going to pick up those pieces of glass on the floor
..."
"Never mind, they'll keep, Baby ...I won't," he said, his
flinty eyes raking over her hungrily. "Now, you sit right here
while I make us both a nice soothing drink, then we'll discuss the
situation sensibly, eh?"
Jean leaned slowly back against the davenport, but rigidly
so, the idea of something to brace her nerves not exactly
repulsive to her.
Max grinned, patted her on the knee and arose, walking to the
TV set. "You seen enough of this affair," he asked back over his
broad shoulder.
"Yes ... God, yes ...!"
He chuckled and turned it off, while a nervous tremor rippled
over Jean's nerve-wracked young body. Dear Lord, what was going
to happen next? She couldn't afford to do anything foolish that
might hurt their chances before Chief Lannigan cleaned up the
whole sordid mess, but neither could she just wantonly give
herself up to his horrible demands ... and then he was coming back
carrying two glasses of a milkish appearing concoction ...
"Absinthe, Jean baby ... great for what ails you," he said,
handing one to her and dropping down beside her once more. "So,
cheers," he said in raised toast.
She nodded, half responding, then lifted the glass to her
lips, tasting carefully and finding its licorice flavor pleasing,
taking a second, deeper draught that immediately began to warm her
stomach. She sensed his big arm moving up behind her on the rim
of the couch once more and twisted on the cushion to face him.
"Y-You won't do anything to Ken ... will you?"
The big, handsome man smiled. "Like I said much earlier.
Doll, that depends on you. I'm a great believer in an eye for an
eye ... and that husband of yours deserves to have both of his
plucked out! But ... if you cooperate, I'll show mercy ..."
"A-And ... and if I don't?" Jean ventured courageously.
"Then ... you both lose all the way around," he replied, his
eyes narrowing lecherously. "I'll fuck the shit out of you anyway
... and Mr. Ken Wilson will go to the galleys! It's your choice,
Baby ... like I also said before."
"Oh ... oh please ... and will you stop using those horrible,
filthy four-letter words!" she whimpered, trembling once more.
Dear God, she just couldn't ... couldn't submit her body to him
...! Suddenly, she tilted the glass to her lips and drained it,
holding to the back of the sofa, then abruptly tried to gain her
feet once more. His arm went over her, not touching her, but
barring her way. Slowly, she lowered her trembling hand to the
exposed nylon-encased flesh of her thigh and his larger one came
down to cover it. Her heart bolted at his unabashed aggression,
seeming to surge upward right into her throat. She gaped at him
breathlessly, then squirmed backwards, working herself into the
corner of the seat. He smiled, not unhandsomely, but those
lecherous lights were dancing in his flinty eyes to frighten her.
"You're a very luscious and desirable little girl, Jean
baby," he spoke softly. "I'm just sorry I had to be the one to
show you that tape, but you would've found out sooner or later,
anyway. Those episodes always come to light ... though, maybe you
ought to thank me for letting you know what kind of an adulterous
punk you're married to before it's too late," he went on, his hot
hand caressing her own tenderly.
"No ... no, Ken's not an adulterous punk!" she snapped in his
defense, the full impact of the salacious sequence of scenes
coming back to her. "I don't know how it came to happen, but I'm
sure it wasn't my husband's fault. He loves me too much! I'm
certain of that!"
"Well... I'll say you're loyal, anyway, little girl," Max
said, his own drinks warming him into a mellow mood that made him
momentarily feel as charming as he did lecherous. Nevertheless,
the latter emotion, as always, predominated, and he smiled while
the licentious gleam flamed brighter in his eyes.
"A helpless tremor rippled through Jean as she felt his hand
move brazenly to the bowl of her tense belly, smoothing
suggestively before slipping around her waist while he inched
closer to her, until his big, handsome face was mere inches from
her own. But what amazed her more was that the touch of his hand
and its generating warmth through the material of her maid-uniform
sent a strange, unwanted thrill spiraling upward along her spine.
She fought it; she couldn't ignore the fact that she was
definitely a married girl ... and even though Ken, for whatever
reasons, had violated their vows, she had no intentions of doing
the same; but she still loved her darling husband and would stand
beside him, regardless of anything he had done!
"Stop ...! Please ... oh please stop!" she insisted
emphatically, writhing from his grasp and gaining her feet
unsteadily. "No matter what has happened, I-I can't be a part of
what you want! Please, I beg of you, let me go downstairs ...?"
Max arose beside her, his features set in a determined
expression. "You make it difficult, Jean baby ... but only for
yourself and that gook you're married to! I told you how it was
going to be ... willingly, or unwillingly ... but fuck all the
way! It's going to happen, chick, but how is still your choice!"
Jean stiffened as if she'd been submerged in ice-water, the
shocking fact that there was no escape finally reaching her! Her
lovely little mouth fell loosely open and her striking eyes
widened in utter disbelief, again his blatant use of the evil word
knifing into her as she at last began to sense the measure of her
helplessness against him. She sensed his hands slipping around
her waist again and the strength of his powerful arms slowly but
surely drawing her tight against him, those same hands moving
blatantly down to encompass the round, full spheres of her
buttocks. She felt the blood rushing to her face in the shame of
his coarse hands moving intimately over her tensed, fear-cringing
body.
"S-Stop! Oh God, stop it!" she pleaded desperately.
He hardly heard her as he ran his big hands over her
lecherously, holding her within the imprisonment of his massive
arms. "There's no escape, Baby," he hissed down into her face.
"I'm going to claim this proud little ass of yours ... but I
promise you one thing ... you'll cum like a Roman fountain!"
She could only gape across the inches upward into his face as
his teasing hands massaged and stroked her soft, sensuous young
buttocks, pressing her tighter against the terrible rising bulge
at his loins, while his words and promise taunted her brain in
unavoidable desire.
Feebly, she struggled in his arms, as if to satisfy her own
conscience, but in actuality she was helpless against his great
strength, and slowly he lowered his head until his lips completely
engulfed her soft, moist mouth, his hot tongue worming wetly
beyond her teeth into the vainly resisting cavern beyond. He held
her close, his large, hotly massaging hands ever-moving as they
pressed into the round cheeks of her lush young buttocks to force
her pelvis tighter against him, his height placing the throbbing
bulge of his penis hard against the soft giving flesh of her
belly, and an ungovernable tremor rippled over her.
God! Something unfathomable was happening inside her! She
was actually experimenting little tremulous sensations of unwanted
excitement to counteract those of shame and repulsion at his
forced assault on her body, and although she offered limited
spasmodic resistance, her mouth opened willingly to the pillage of
his lewdly working tongue, and she relaxed against him as he drew
her back down onto the couch, his large right hand completely
engulfing her full, erectly throbbing breast, sending further
electric-like tingle soaring licentiously through her!
"Oohhh ... ooahhh!" she groaned, flustered, and he smiled
arrogantly above her.
"Can't help yourself can you, Baby?" he taunted lewdly, his
hands roving over her exploringly. "It's the absinthe ... it
turns you on, little girl! The real McCoy made from wormwood ...
and I promise you, Doll, you're going to love this!" he advised,
leaning above her and teasing at her beautiful young face, using
his tongue while she half-whimpered beneath him.
His words ricocheted against the walls of her stupefied brain
as she tried to decipher their meaning. She was beset with
overwhelming, unknown sensations. His hand, his tongue, his whole
massive body was setting her aflame in a manner of desire she had
never remotely dreamed of! Never ... never before, not even with
Ken, had she ever felt so overcome with raw, lustful craving! My
God, she had to get some hold on herself! Was she losing her
mentality entirely? That she could come to enjoy the lascivious
caresses of this horrible and wicked man was beyond comprehension!
Oh ... oh Ken ...! Please help me ... please ...?
And then, his huge hot hand was on her leg ... her thigh ...
the soft, tingling inner flesh of her thigh ... and she wanted it
there! Oh Ken, darling ... darling ... forgive me... but it's so
warm and big and gentle ... moving upward ... always upward ...
toward it ...!
"You delicious little bitch, you!" Max Keele hissed down at
her where she sat, receptive at last beside him, while his hungry,
always working hand smoothed up and down the satiny flesh of her
quivering leg, enjoying the feel of the nylon-encased flesh just
before it ceded to the hot smooth nakedness of her velvety and
vibrant thighs. He let it brush several times to the very peak,
knowing it would instigate the sensation of contact as it pressed
against the white, nylon strip of her panties, hiding her soft,
sensitive young cunt ... and it did, he was certain by her
quivering reaction.
Jean groaned and responded spasmodically to each pressured
touch against her now tingling vagina, her mind desperately
fighting to seize control from her rapidly overpowering physical
senses. Oooooh God! She had to put an end to this horrible
degradation she was allowing herself to be subject to!
"No ... no, Mr. Keele ... oh please ... please stop ...?" she
whimpered pathetically, her breaths quickened as she felt his
fingers teasing at the snug elastic leg band of her panties. Yet,
insane as it was, as she spoke her absinthe inspired passion won
over and her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs opened to
him uncontrollably, while her tongue trailed of its own volition
across his triumphantIy grinning lips, tiny mewls of helpless
submission gurgling in her throat.
It happened then! She sensed his middle finger, insinuated
under the crotch band of her panties now, tracing the thin, pink
split of her naked young pussy and she squirmed her helplessly
held buttocks beneath it! Her hands moved to his powerful
shoulders, their long nails digging into the hard flesh through
his clothes, and a minute sensation of repulsion swept through her
even as prurient spasms of involuntary desire rippled through her
loins and belly ... while tauntingly, she could feel him part the
sparse, silken pubic curls and worm his middle finger up between
her traitorously opening little vaginal lips ...!
"Oh God! Oh ... oohhh Goddd!" Jean gasped in a helpless
choking whisper. "Please don't make me do it, Mr. Keele ...
please don't ...!
Chapter 7
Jean tossed her head and whined gutturally in her emotional
anguish and unprecedented impassioned craving, a stimulating shock
tremoring along the smooth flesh of her thighs as she twitched and
ground her buttocks down into the softness of the davenport
cushion, her whimpers giving way to an incessant, helpless
groaning, while his finger teased mercilessly at the thin, passion
aroused slit of her vagina, gently thrusting and probing into it,
parting the golden, silklike pubic hairs and making a sudden
electrifying contact with the tiny throbbing nub of her erect
clitoris. She sensed the wetness up between her legs from the
undesired excitement that had claimed her, saturating his hand,
and she nibbled at her lips, biting occasionally to hold back the
moans of unrestrained desire mounting ecstatically inside her.
Oh ... ooohhhh ... it was evil and wrong ... unforgivably
wicked! She had to stop him from doing such forbidden, obscene
things to her, before it was too late! Suddenly, she forced her
small hands against his heavy chest, her teeth gnashing and bared
as she squirmed and kicked, trying to shove him away from her and
free herself!
"Stop! My God, stop it, damn you! You-you can't ...! I
won't do it!" she spat tearfully, snarling like a helplessly
trapped little animal between her tightly clenched teeth. "Get
away from me! Let me go ...!"
Though her sudden savage attack surprised Keele, he was not
caught napping and easily snatched both her flailing arms, while
his great weight held her pinned down and he quickly rolled on top
of her. Nevertheless, he was enraged to the point of completely
losing his temper.
"Now you listen to me, you little stuck-up cunt!" he hissed
angrily. "One more move like that out of you and I'll slap you
silly! This is your last chance if you want to keep that fink
you're married to from taking a long ride! Now, you be nice and
I'll take you up and away! You give me any more trouble and I'll
rape hell out of you anyway ... besides, throwing the book at him
...! Is that clear ...?"
Slowly, Jean relaxed her struggles, the incredible horror of
her complete helplessness ... of the entire abominable situation
returning to impress upon her tortured mind. God in heaven! She
was hopelessly trapped! There was nothing, absolutely nothing she
could do but lie there in defenseless subjugation while he lewdly
felt and explored her almost chaste body at will ... taking any
and every indecent liberty with her that he pleased! There was
utterly no way she could stop him ... and even if she could, her
darling Ken would surely suffer ...!
Tears of humiliation streamed hotly down her cheeks as in
bitter shame she realized that her treacherous young body was
again reacting with unavoidable desire to the maddening play of
his finger in her moistened vagina, her hips actually responding
of their own volition rhythmically to his tantalizing finger-
fucking up between the moistly flushed lips of her excited pussy.
"There ... now that's much better, Doll," Max hissed down at
her. "Much, much better ... and you see, you're beginning to love
it, Baby, eh? That sweet, tight little cunt of yours is getting
nice and hot ... and you've decided to let old Max fuck you ...
right?"
Jean couldn't speak. She tried, half-heartedly, but her
words bunched in her throat, the sensual jolts of his thick finger
teasing skillfully around her erectly quivering clitoris causing
her to writhe her buttocks defensively downward into the cushion
in a vain effort to escape the erotically frenzied spasms coursing
over her soft, vibrant flesh.
"Oh ... oh!" she moaned helplessly to his ceaseless fingering
of her naked clitoris ... until finally, he paused with a grin to
let her answer him.
"Well ...?" he prodded. "Do we fuck cooperatively?"
"Oh ... God, what else can I do?" she whined pitifully.
"Not much, Honey. You're beginning to get the idea."
"And ... and ... you won't do anything to hurt Ken ...?" she
questioned feebly, hating herself in the knowing that she was
actually going to allow herself to submit to him. "Promise me
that you won't hurt him ...!"
"Hell ... I already told you that, Angel ... providing you
promise to fuck me good ... the way you did him the other night!"
His reference to their own licit, beautiful love-making in
the same breath with the forbidden obscenity he was demanding
seemed sacrilegious, while the sound of the lewd four-letter word
counteracted, firing strange excitement within her as he uttered
it, and she rolled her face from him. "Yes ... yes ... I'll try
... I promise ..." she whimpered between tightly clenched teeth.
Max Keele gloatingly moved his big frame further up over her,
letting free of her wrists and bringing his hand up to clutch at
her long, honey-colored hair, drawing her lovely face back to him.
He kissed her hungrily, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as
his thick finger began once more to massage her cunt.
Jean groaned in under him, fighting to keep control of her
rising physical emotions as the convulsive little twinges of
heated delight began to race through her loins and belly again.
"I'm going to strip your hot little body naked now, Mrs.
Wilson, baby," he whispered, "and I'll need your assistance."
She didn't struggle when he raised her up and lowered the
zipper of her uniform down her back. She closed her eyes,
refusing to think unless she scream out in sheer, tortuous
delight, subconsciously helping him with the necessary movements
of shoulders and hips, lifting and lowering, sensing his hands
behind her again as they unfastened her bra, the cool rush of air
bathing her throbbing young breasts with their hard, distended
pink nipples as they became completely exposed to him ... and his
sharp intake of breath, his big, hot hands eagerly clutching them
to knead and squeeze, rolling the tiny nipples erotically between
his fingers, until finally his warm, moist mouth encompassed one,
his tongue flicking and teasing the little bud maddeningly ...
then, the other in like manner ... his long, wet tongue trailing
down the deep narrow vale separating them, her stomach muscles
tensing as it slithered tormentingly over her satiny flesh,
flicking momentarily into her navel to taunt it while his hands
stroked down along her ribs to her curvaceously rounded young
hips, his fingers hooking inside the waistband of her thin nylon
panties ... and she groaned slightly and then voluntarily lifted
her buttocks, her eyes still tightly closed ...!
Again, she felt a cool gush of air as it brushed against her
warm, perspiration dampened thighs and vagina ... still refusing
to allow herself a single thought as she obediently raised her
legs, letting him slip her panties down the shapely, tanned
columns ... and then she felt the pressure on the davenport as he
raised to his knees and she knew he was undressing!
Oh ... oh dear God! What was to become of her after this
terrible act? She would never be able to forgive herself ...!
"Now, Doll ... open those beautiful eyes," he commanded after
an interval. "See what Daddy's got for you ..."
Jean did, slowly, reluctantly ... seeing him kneeling erect
between her legs at the knees that he had compellingly spread
apart, completely and massively naked, his handsome face twisted
in a lewd grin; she let her eyes trail downward along his broad,
hairy torso to the thick, hardened penis standing out from beneath
the overhang of his slightly bulging stomach. Her eyes widened in
building revulsion and apprehensive disbelief, while his
licentious smirk broadened and his hand lustfully stroked the
heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth, exposing the
glistening, blood-inflated head!
"Well ... how do you like it, Baby? Make your mouth water?"
he taunted. "Think it'll fill that hungry little cunt of yours
...?"
Jean couldn't hide the loathing and nausea she felt at the
sight of his huge, lust-hardened organ; yet, at the same time she
couldn't help but gape at its massive length and thickness in awe,
mentally comparing it to Ken's and remembering her husband's as
being almost childish beside it; then, the sight of her own naked,
obscenely spread-open body filled her with further miserable,
degrading shame as once more the helplessness of her situation
tormented her whirling brain. She looked up into his almost
leering face and it struck her at that moment that he was
fiendishly enjoying the al- most brutal degradation he was
subjecting her to, the cruel gleam growing in his flinty-eyes
purely sadistic!
Automatically, her wide, green-eyes dropped once more,
locking on the huge fleshy instrument he was still holding and
stroking salaciously in his hand. Its thickness was terrorizing!
My God, she could never take that up inside her stomach! It would
tear her vagina apart!
"Overwhelmed, Jean doll?" Max chuckled. "Maybe you'd like to
play with it for awhile ... before I stuff it into that tight
little cunt hole? No ...?" he teased, gleefully watching the
distressed expression of fear contorting her youthful face. "Okay
... only let's not forget our deal, Baby!"
Once more, Jean sensed the tears welling up into her eyes and
dribbling down her cheeks as she realized with utter finality that
there was no mercy to appeal to in this lewdly determined man. He
was going to have his way with her and there was absolutely
nothing she could do. She hardly heard his filthy words anymore;
her mind was too occupied with the hopelessness of her position
and the horrifying realization that there was no escape for her;
he was going to ravish her vulnerable young body with that
terrible thing no matter how she pleaded with him not to. He was
merciless; she knew that now for certain! Dear, dear God in
heaven, there was nowhere for her to turn; she was totally alone
and helpless against him ...!
Unexpectedly, he dropped his heavy weight on her, forcing the
breath from her young, now completely naked body with a gasp, the
hardness of his thick, pulsating cock crushing into the soft flesh
of her loins, his great hands once more squeezing her full, firm
breasts so viciously that she cried out with the pain; then his
mouth was on hers, his tongue plunging deep into her throat in his
mounting lust.
"I'm going to make you beg before I'm finished, bitch!" he
hissed down into her face. "You're going to plead with me to fuck
you, ram my cock into that hot little cunt of yours ... cry for me
to bury it so fucking deep that you'll be able to taste it up in
your throat!"
Jean said nothing, only tried to deafen her ears to his
wicked abuse ... and then, he was moving down her body ...
slipping down and down until his face was poised between her wide
spread thighs only inches above her nakedly trembling pussy ...
the revolting shock of what he intended to do to her causing her
to recoil in absolute repugnance!
"Wh-Wh at are you ...?" Oh ... oh no, please! Not that!
You can't!" she cried out shamefully as he placed his huge palms
against the satiny inner flesh of her soft teenage thighs,
pressing them apart, spreading her more open to his lust-glazed
eyes and ignoring her entreaty as if she hadn't spoken. She
moaned pathetically, raising her head to stare down between her
erect breasts and see him posed between her widespread, smoothly
rounded thighs. "Don't ... oh please don't! Not even Ken has has
ever done that to me ...!"
Her efforts to close her legs to him were futile, as was her
petition, and nestled comfortable there with hands placed
strategically against the warm flesh of her gorgeous thighs, Max
gazed greedily at the tight, pink split fringed enticingly with
its silken, golden curls, while two dainty glistening droplets
moistened the little tongue-like pink petals that peeked out at
him from the thin vertical mouth; and as she lay seemingly frozen
to the cushion beneath her, eyes pleading, humiliation complete,
Jean watched in petrified debasement while with deliberately slow
and decisive manipulations he placed his thumbs delicately on the
cringing fleshy lips of her cunt and tauntingly spread them apart,
flowering open the moist coral flesh to his lust-inflamed sight!
In confused and panting tension, Jean felt the hot wisps of
his rapid breaths taunt her sensitive, delicate genital flesh, and
she moaned shamefully, her head still upright, subsequent breaths
almost choking her when she saw his face lower into her exposed
loins and felt the full length of his long, hot tongue slip
lubriciously up into her moist, fearfully quivering cunt.
Her young, naked body recoiled through reflex, jerking
convulsively, a loud whimper bursting from her throat, while her
youthfully smooth buttocks lurched downward in her effort to evade
the perverted outrage he was committing upon her defenseless
vagina. Her stomach spasmed and churned in convulsive shock as
she groaned loathingly to his obscene tongue slithering in and out
of her vulnerably exposed pussy in wild, animal-like frenzy!
"Ooohhhh ... ooohhhhhhh ... don't... doonnntttttt!" Jean
moaned incessantly in her debased degradation, her head beginning
to thrash negatively as she held it raised in humiliation, gaping
in disbelief at his licentious swirling tongue between her
obscenely spread thighs. It wasn't happening ... couldn't be! It
was a fiendish nightmare ... she tried to reason as his tongue
raced in a liquid torrent up into her dilated cunt!
"Oooohhhh ... ooohhhh ... my God! Stop! Please stop!" Jean
whimpered, while simultaneous}y, unwanted tiny spasms of lewd
excitement were sprouting to life inside her trembling body from
his lascivious, depraved tonguing of her moist, palpitating young
pussy!
She felt his big hands move caressingly up over her belly to
the pulsing, firm flesh of her hard-rippled breasts, cupping and
massaging them while his mouth and tongue sucked and thrust into
the tingling channel of her vagina with obscene wet sucking sounds
that lewdly filled the room, and she realized that his lecherous
eyes were fixed on her tormented face, until it dawned upon her
that he was waiting and watching for her total surrender to his
gross demoralization of her pride and morals, as well as her young
rebellious body!
Determinedly, she clenched her small hands into tight little
fists, her arms clutching tensely against her sides, as she
forcibly tried to temper herself against the debasing ravagement
he was compelling her to endure. But even as she waged her feeble
battle, Jean realized it was useless; she was trapped; there was
absolutely nothing she could do to fight him physically or
mentally ...!
Max Keele knew that he'd won, reveling in the victory. The
delicious little bitch was lost, only she hadn't quite resigned
herself to the fact as yet. His lips probed and explored until he
found the erectly pulsing little tip of her clitoris. He heard
her choking whimper of agonized pleasure when he engulfed the tiny
nub between his teeth and clutching it lightly, raved his tongue
over and around it in a series of ever increasing circles, at last
opening his greedy mouth wider to send his tongue downward, back
through the velvety moistened slit to the hot, throbbing opening
of her cuntal passage.
Jean was well aware that she could hardly, if at all, control
herself any longer. The erotic pleasures had reached beyond her
physical powers of defense. She had become enraptured, unwantedly
so ... but certainly! Her resistance had so diminished that it
was hardly a memory! Instead, she found herself flailing her head
wantonly from side to side as he orally fucked her, lashing and
sliding his long, hot lingual member deep up into her now openly
clasping vagina, while in abject disbelief she listened to her own
lewd whimpering and mewling sounds as he relentlessly swirled and
plunged his moistly teasing tongue into the velvet-like tunnel of
her wildly, excited cunt!
Unexpectedly then, he raised her lovely, tapered young legs
high, slipping his arms beneath them so that they, with his
shoulders, were wedged underneath her thighs, pressuring them
further up until they draped over his broad shoulders, locked
there, and he maneuvered his hands beneath her whitely quivering
buttocks, pressing them to him with captive authority.
Jean's childish cries of uncontrollable, involuntary pleasure
filled the room as he burrowed his tongue deeply into the
seething, fluid depths between her thighs. She floundered jerkily
for him and he watched her hands fighting against one another
desperately ... losing the stupid encounter as together, they
clutched at his hair, lewdly working to press him further and
further into her now hotly demanding loins.
A deafened man could now hear her gasps of passion-crazed
delight re-echoing throughout the room as he continued to tongue-
fuck searingly into the pleasure-bringing depths of her youthful
cunt. She had a handful of his hair now, and he knew she was his
... entirely his own to play with ... to subjugate ... to torment
and fuck however he chose!
All control was gone, Jean knew as she relaxed fully, giving
herself to the erotic enchantment of his beautifully obscene
licking and sucking of her cunt ... resigned in the knowing that
she could no longer offer him the meagerest opposition, her
buttocks jerking and contracting spasmodically beneath the
delicious plunging tongue that was sending erotic jolts of never-
before felt sensations charging through her unfulfilled body. And
then ... and then, abruptly, she felt his tongue flick from her
vagina downward toward the tiny, secretly puckered hole of her
anus!
She would have ordinarily screamed in protest at this lewdly
perverse invasion, but instead, she groaned out in rapture at the
surprising, moist seething contact of his blissful tongue with the
sensitive, forbidden opening. She closed her eyes and licked at
her lips in sensual enchantment.
"Oh ... oh ... ooohhh ... ooohhhhhh," she choked
ecstatically, while undeniable, inbred mores guided her words.
"Oh ... no ... you shouldn't ... you shouldn't ...!" she
whimpered, rolling her hips and trying to screw her possessively
flexing little rectal month back onto the hungrily probing tongue.
Max Keele chuckled aloud and Jean opened her eyes as he
thrust stiffly against the snug, spongy little orifice, raising
goose-flesh on her quaking belly and heaving young breasts.
"Oohhh Goddddd!" she continued, dropping her head back and
letting it toss from side to side, her buttocks jerking and
writhing to the delicious sensations his obscene tongue was
spiraling wildly t h r o u g h her whole being. "Ooohhh ...
ooohhhh yes ... yesssss! Love me! Please love me!" she cried out
pleadingly, her shamelessly aroused flesh quivering with passion
beneath his salacious mouthing of her most intimate genitals. She
raised her hips and buttocks to him, her damp, squirming loins
offered in complete servitude. Her hands found his hair once more
and gently caught themselves into it as she wailed from the depths
of her youthful soul. Shame, degradation, morals, pride ... even
the love for her husband, all were blotted out of her mind as she
lewdly tried to pull his handsome, sucking face tighter into the
throbbing, widespread slit of her loins, while the insane delight
of hedonistic pleasure took complete charge over her nakedly
squirming body.
"Now, Baby ... now you're ready!" Max Keele rasped, raising
up, and Jean looked into his moist, leering face from beneath him,
uncontrollable disappointment distorting her teenage beauty.
"It's fuck time, Doll ... the moment when we fill that itching
little cunt to the brim with this aching cock of mine ! "
Jean couldn't move! It was as if she were mesmerized ... with
her trembling thighs raised and spread salaciously to him, her
swollen young breasts heaving with her short, panting breaths, her
belly quivering erotically while her eyes sought his long, thick
cock spearing out from his hairy loins angrily.
"Oh God ... ooohhh Godddd!" she wailed when he crawled up
over her, holding himself aloft with strong hands pinioning down
her shoulders to the cushions of the couch. Then, he lowered his
face and sucked the nipple of one breast into his mouth greedily,
sinking his strong teeth into it painfully and causing her to
writhe and groan aloud at the sharp paroxysm of enticing agony it
brought her.
"Christ, I'm going to fuck you, Jean baby!" he promised in a
rasping voice. "I'm going to fuck you like that husband of yours
never dreamed of!"
Jean lay immobile, her eyes fixed in fascination on the
working of his mouth spewing the desire arousing obscenities down
at her, their lewdness echoing and re-echoing against the walls of
her youthful brain.
"Now ... take it in your hand, Doll, and put it in that hot,
tight cunt ... just the tip of it!" he ordered, his lust-inflamed
eyes gleaming down at her sadistically.
"Oh ... ooohhhh ... it's so big ..."
"Take it, I said!" he snapped. "Don't taunt me, bitch!"
Jean gasped audibly as her small hand encircled his thick,
throbbing cock, an expression of unavoidable fear freezing her
face when she truly realized the enormity of the rock-hard pole of
hot flesh that her small hand could hardly encircle. "Oh! Oh,
Mr. Keele ... I can never take that inside me! I'm too small ...!
"For the last time, do as I say!" Max growled sadistically,
lowering his heavy hips while Jean reluctantly spread her thighs
as wide as she could and guided his heavy cock-tip toward the
small moist opening of her vagina, using its hard bulbous head to
part the blood-filled, fleshy lips of her cunt, her brain whirling
in both fear and anticipation.
She moaned, twisting her head as an erotic shudder passed
over her at the electrifying contact of the firm, spongy tip with
the viscid, sensitive flesh of her needing young pussy. She
hardly dare breathe lying petrified beneath him, waiting ... until
he flicked his hips slightly forward to cause a sharp little pain
from the stretching pressure of his cock at the small elastic
opening of her vagina ...!
"Aaaggghhh ...!" she choked, more in fear than pain ... and
he pressed again. "Ooohhhh Goddd!" she gasped out with meaning
this time, as the huge tip forced its way into the snug, elastic
mouth, stretching the tender, resilient flesh until she was
certain she was being torn from the almost unbearable outward
pressure. "Oh stop ... stop! You're tearing me! My God, no ...
no!" she wailed up to him, but his sadistic expression told her
the futileness of her pleas.
Jean stared at him through agony-glazed eyes, his salaciously
contorted face showing her the extreme pleasure he was deriving
from her helpless torment. Relentlessly, mercilessly, he kept up
his slow, torturous impalement into her painfully expanding cunt.
"Aaaunuggghhhhh!" she grunted gutturally to the pressuring of
his thick cock inch by excruciating inch into her, until his face
was a mask of depraved lust ... as if the sight of her helpless,
vulnerable young body trying to absorb his heavy prick straining
at the tight mouth of her vagina was more than he could bear, and
with an excited glance down at her widespread, unraised loins, he
thrust forward brutally, sending his long, stone-hard cock soaring
up into her fearfully cringing cuntal passage.
"Oh ... ooohhhh ... aaanuuggghhhhhhh!" Jean screamed beneath
him as the thick, blood-inflated head plowed the tight resisting
walls of her moistly giving channel in rippling waves before it, a
great measure of the unending length of it plunging deep into her
teenage belly, until she could feel his full, sperm-bloated balls
slapping resoundingly between the upturned cheeks of her nakedly
clenched buttocks.
"Oooonh Goddd ...!" she whimpered, unmoving now, not daring
to even breath unless she split apart! Her belly was stuffed full
with his massive cock and her vaginal passage felt as if he had
scoured the tender, sensitive flesh raw with his cruel
penetration, the long, thick shaft of hard flesh's every wrinkle
and ridge discernible to her as it lay buried deep inside her
quaking loins.
For a moment, he too, lay still and heavy upon her, his
breathing raspy ... then, he flexed his cock deep inside the soft
clinging flesh of her vaginal sheath, worming the thick, sinewy
pole another fraction of an inch deeper into her.
"Ooohhh ... no ... no ... please ... no more!" Jean gasped,
but again and again, he repeated the torture, each time raising
further tearful pleas from deep in her throat ... until
unbelievably, her passage seemed to grow accustomed to his
abnormal size ... her whimpers lessening with the subsiding of
numbing pain, and the big man began a slow revolving motion with
his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly up into her naked genitals,
stretching the still cringing walls of her vagina until whining
little mewls of growing pleasure began to bubble from her tongue-
moistened lips.
Patiently now, Max levered himself above her while she purled
in growing delight beneath him, using short teasing strokes that
caused her delicious, spread-eagled body to react of its own
volition. She was no longer trying to fight against the obscene
pleasures of lust that were obviously nibbling at the nerve-ends
of her aroused flesh, but to surrender to them!
Jean, in her own building ecstasy, was unaware that he had
appraised her reactions correctly ... though she knew that she was
fully resigning herself to the wicked and licentious bliss he was
bringing her, and the mere thought alone sent additional chills of
lewd excitement spiraling the length of her spine as she felt the
easy tempo of his heavy cock begin longer, probing thrusts into
her moist and throbbing pussy.
As he increased his pace and the length of his stroke, Jean
sensed her whole being responding rapturously, and she squirmed
and writhed with new abandon under him. He dropped his mouth to
hers and she trust her tiny tongue upward between his lips to be
sucked, while she moaned incessantly in passion-filled acceptance
to whatever lustful whim his mind could conceive. She began to
raise her loins up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his every
downward plunge, her desire-contorted face grimacing wantonly in
her newly discovered enchantment, while her mouth opened and
closed against his lips, and her nostrils flared in sensuous
surrender.
Max saw the thin film of sweat beading onto her forehead
beneath the disheveled entanglements of her long, golden hair, and
the way her neck was straining, low hums of helpless ecstasy
emitting from her very soul against his lips.
Momentarily, his thoughts ran to young Ken Wilson and the
scene he and Maggie had watched between the young couple the other
night, and he couldn't contain his grin. The poor inadequate punk
... he was no match for this luscious creature lying beneath him
with her naked, wide-spread young cunt grinding furiously up
against him for more ... not that the poor bastard didn't know
what it was to have her rounded, firm asscheeks churning and
bucking, forcing that delectable young cunt onto his aching cock,
but what to do with it after that was his failing ... and Christ,
he'd never seen a bitch anymore hot and hungry than she was!
Damn, what a tight, hungry little cunt it was! The
voluptuous teenaged bitch, she was driving him out of his fucking
mind! He slid his hands down her sides and beneath the smooth
rounded spheres of her working buttocks, clutching them
lecherously in his big hands and feeling them clench and unclench,
the satiny flesh warm and resilient as it ridged whitely between
his grasping fingers.
Jean groaned, her breath lodging in her throat as he pulled
her tighter to his loins, drawing back her thighs further to
flower open the moist, clasping hole of her cunt in reception to
his hugely pillaging cock.
She rolled her head in unequivocal ecstasy, the last twinges
of pain long gone from her desire-filled body, her legs on either
side of his thick, impaling cock quivering and twitching
spasmodically in wild unrestraint, as her tongue slithered in and
out of his mouth in an oral fucking semblance, while velvety
noises of rapture gurgled from deep down in her throat. Never
before in her young life had she known anything to equal this!
>From the lewd sucking of her cunt and rectum, to this very moment
with his magnificent cock reaching into the furthest recesses of
her belly, filling her like some warm thing that had crawled deep
inside her to remain forever ... and she learned that when she
tensed her thighs, straining the muscles and cords of her neck and
back, writhing her cunt up tight against him, that the intenseness
of her bliss was nearly brain shattering! Oh God, she had never
in her most remote dreams believed that such delicious sensations
could come from lying in under a strange man and being fucked
against her will ... from committing adultery ... from willing and
wanting to give back to her ravager as much and more as he was
giving to her!
God ... what heavenly bliss!
Max had begun to plunge into her now with an insane force,
lengthening his stroke as well as quickening it, drawing his heavy
cock nearly out of the tight, moist channel clasping around it,
then back thrusting into her upraised loins until his aching balls
slapped hard against the hairless, puckered little hole of her
anus. His long, thick cock throbbed with the mounting pressure
building within his bloated sac, and his head reeled with his
increasing lust. He'd reached the point where he knew he'd have
to cum soon, or burst! He gaped downward at where his cock was
slipping smoothly in and out of her moist, vibrant cunt,
concentrating on the feel of the raw, pink folds of her clasping
pussy, clinging to his furiously hammering shaft of hot flesh.
Again, he worked at increasing his pace and deepening his
thrust as she writhed insanely beneath him, grinding up and down
his cock with unbelievable frenzy, her lovely legs jerking, her
little toes curling as she lurched her thighs wide and upward ...
the first indication he'd had that she was nearing her climax!
"Oh ... oh God ... oh God! Har-Harder ... harder, darling!"
she cried in her frenzy, trying to grind, her buttocks higher to
him.
She sensed her womb opening and the mouth of her golden
fringed slit expanding even further to receive the delicious rape
of her secret genitals. Her hands clutched at his broad back, her
nails gouging a red streaked path down to his flexing buttocks.
Ruthlessly, he pressed his hands behind her knees, thrusting
them back hard until they framed her head on either side, bringing
the plane of her nakedly squirming loins up higher and also wider
open to his merciless assault into her receptively clenching cunt.
Christ almighty! Even Maggie could hardly take him this way!
"Oooohhhhh ... oooooohhhhhhh ... ooooohhhhhhh ...!" Jean
began to chant, her lovely teenaged face retaining only the
slightest resemblance of her natural expression as the wildness of
her passion sensuously distorted her normal angelic features.
Max grunted, thrusting hard and deep in his effort to plunge
his wickedly throbbing cock far up into the tender sanctuary
beyond her uterus, while she shoved her quivering belly up hard to
skewer herself frantically onto the stake of hard flesh her cunt
was endeavoring to suck the life from! She drew his thick, moist
tongue hungrily into her mouth, swallowing with greed at the
droplets of his saliva running down it in her wild, untamed
excitement. Now, her voluptuous young body was matching his
battering plunges with her own rhythmic upthrusts, while he
watched her firmly beautiful breasts heave and quiver below him
... then, she convulsed in under him and her head began to flail
from side to side in a wild sign of ecstasy!
"Oh ... ooohhh Godddd! Yesss ... dear Goddd! It's-it's going
to happen! I-I'm going to cum! Ooohhhhh yesssss ... I'm
cuuummmmiiinnnggggg ...!"
Inspiringly, Max slammed his expanded cock deep into her
quaking belly, feeling the hot, white semen amassing within his
pulsating balls as they beat a steady tattoo against the now
frantically grinding cheeks of nakedly churning buttocks. He was
ready with his own explosion and with harshly kneading hands
cupped the widespread cheeks of her ass hard up against his
ramming pelvis, pounding his spewing cock all the way to the hilt
in her soft, unresisting cunt!
In her bliss, Jean felt the new sweet pain growing warmly in
her insides as the head of his deeply sunk cock suddenly flared
into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her inner organs. It
began to spurt! She could feel the delicious hot, white liquid
shooting into her like molten fire, sloshing around her dilated
womb like a vat of seething hot lava. The very pores of her
cuntal-walls opened to it, oozing forth their own enraptured
answer, spilling her warm secretions into the already flooded
cavern of her ecstatic young pussy!
It was maddeningly beautiful! No words could describe it!
She would go out of her mind with the erotic enchantment! Oh God,
she could never let it stop ...!
She reached frantically beneath her still crazily squirming
buttocks with both hands and began to hungrily caress and milk at
his huge balls pressed tightly into the naked crevice of her
buttocks. Her legs jerked out to their full length, spasming
helplessly in the air on either side of him ... and the enormous
cock continued to squirt out its completion. Thick, hot jets of
cum streamed from its tip in blissful, never-ending rivers,
overflowing her womb and gushing back out her tightly locked cunt-
lips at the base of his cock, until it offered one final
convulsive leap, the last dregs of his hot, seething sperm drained
from it ... and that was all that she remembered ...
Max Keele fell forward, collapsing upon her, feeling his hot,
viscid jism mix lewdly with her own still flowing orgasmic juices
and back-washing back over his slowly deflating cock, and it was a
long moment before he realized that she had fainted dead away from
the force of her orgasm ... but, that was just as well, too, he
thought, grinning to himself. He'd just carry her down and
deposit her in she and her husband's room and let her figure out
for herself what had happened ... or if she'd just dreamed it ...
[continues]
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