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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
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and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
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Kappy, Son Of Kaptain
Chapter 8
It was late; he had worked much longer than usual chasing
down a callused, habitual runaway girl who had chosen to violate
her parole from the Home after two weeks, and Jack Heath was
closer to nodding off to sleep than his lovely wife had suspected.
Nevertheless, he welcomed the stiff bourbon-soda she concocted for
him while he loosened his tie and collar, stretching out in his
favorite chair in their apartment living-room.
With head resting back against the chair, he watched his
lovely, long-haired wife in her wispy, negligee-covered panties
and bra gather herself into one corner of the sofa, feet tucked
beneath her daintily, the tiny scintillating lights in her deep
blue-eyes advising him that she was bursting to tell him
something. He half-grinned over at her and said:
"Okay, Carrot-top, let's hear it before you explode."
Carol couldn't help but giggle as she brushed her strawberry-
blonde tresses behind her shoulders and leaned forward eagerly; in
the three years of their marriage she had never been able to hide
from him her natural exuberance that choice excitement aroused in
her. Lord, the lovable darling could read her like a book.
"All right," she said with enthusiasm, "and brace yourself,
Honey. I heard Max Keele talking to Judge McGraw on the phone
today, and he mentioned the Spaxtons ... something about their
next meeting! So, we were right ... the organization does exist
and Max Keele is a member!"
"So ...? Not to belittle your information, Baby," her good-
looking, tall husband replied after sipping at his drink, "but we
were already fairly certain of that fact, weren't we ...?"
"Fairly certain, but not positive, Jack," she reminded him.
"Now, we are!"
He nodded; she was right there, of course. Prior to this,
the so-called social club was little more than a rumor ... an
under-the-breath tale whispered in notable circles of power and
influence, with elaborate tributaries of extra-curricular, sexual
activities mentioned as a potent part of the club's secret ritual
... not an offensive program to either of them. Her sensual
little smile was contagious, and he couldn't contain his own in
response.
"What else did you accidentally hear with those shell-like
ears, Mrs. Heath?" he teased, drinking from the glass again.
She pouted cutely. "Not much, I'm afraid. There's to be a
meeting soon, but I don't know when or where." She bolted from
the davenport and went over to drop onto her knees between his
spread legs, resting her chin on her clasped hands and looking up
at him. "Oh ... Mr. Keele chucked me under the chin rather
suggestively as he was leaving the office, and I caught him
looking at my legs a half-dozen times ... if either of those
incidents might interest you, my ambitious husband."
"Hmmmmmmm," he mumbled, letting his brow furrow
intentionally. "Flitting your bottom around the place, I suspect
... trying to drum up a little attention. Well, don't think you
were the only one being scrutinized. The beautiful Madam
Superintendent dropped by while you were out for coffee, and I was
suggestively subjected to the once-over."
"Really? I didn't know," Carol said in surprise. "She is
actually beautiful, isn't she?"
"Quite, and like the battery Eveready, I'd guess. "
"God ..." his wife whispered, her excitement obvious in her
expression and tone. "Do ... do you really think we can do it,
Jack ... I mean, get a bid to join? You know what it can mean for
you ... it isn't as if we haven't gone the swinging route before
... and thoroughly enjoyed it. In fact, I miss the old gang
terribly, don't you?"
Her tired young husband laughed, noting the sudden caressing
movements of her hands along his thighs toward the hidden flaccid
member inside his trousers. She had probably sat there all
evening thinking about it, sipping at sherry, her favorite, and
reliving erotic memories with mutual friends who had hated to see
them leave the capitol, and imagining more exciting and productive
visions to come if, and should, they be able to crack the Spaxton
barrier. After all, that had been their basic reason for
migrating, hadn't it?
He reviewed her questions and said: "In the order they came,
Baby: yes, I believe we can get a bid ... providing you continue
to taunt big Max with that luscious ass of yours ... and I do know
what it can mean for me ... for both of us, Doll. As for the
swinging route, I miss the old gang as much as you do ... but
Maggie Keele could help fill that void with very little effort on
her part. Okay? Questions answered?"
"Pretty well ... except I want to know if you miss Diane
Hudson that much?" she put to him, pouting once more. "No more
than you miss Jim, I'll wager."
"That much?" she taunted, letting her big-blue-eyes widen
even more.
Jack couldn't help but laugh at her teasing. What a
beautiful relationship they had ... and to think at the onset,
after less than a month, they had been damned near to going
separate ways. The swapping had altered that, practically curing
all of their problems with the exception of ambition ... and now
it looked very much as if they were going to resolve that
situation.
Her hand caressing his stiffening cock inside his shorts,
sent stimulating sensations tingling from his groin into his
belly, while her enchanting eyes searched his, telegraphing their
message of desire. Christ, he wished he wasn't so pooped ... but
then, on the other hand, maybe he could con her into doing all the
work ...? He sipped heavily at his drink, sensing his libido
mounting after the latter invigorating idea ...
"Why don't you just do some unzipping and get at the root of
the problem, doll-baby?" he suggested with a licentious smirk.
"Anything I can't stand is a miserable cock tease ..."
He watched her shiver erotically while her eyes danced in
lascivious delight, her luscious, white-rouged lips parting in
contrast to the pink protruding tip of her tiny pink tongue, as
she eagerly worked at his fly.
"I thought you'd never ask, husband!" she whispered lewdly
...
Chapter 9
Jean had awakened to find herself naked and somewhat
nauseated in her own bed. Her clothing lay over a chair and late
afternoon daylight streamed through the window of their room.
Almost immediately, a flood of horrifying thoughts overwhelmed her
sickened mind ... ugly and sordid, unsure memories of an obscene
orgy that involved Max Keele, but she refused to acknowledge them
as any more than evil dreams!
She must have been ill and came to bed ... yet, to strip and
lie there nude ...? That was never like her ... and she couldn't
remember doing such a thing! Only the vivid and salacious visions
of herself lying beneath the Director of Correction, completely
naked and giving herself to him in wanton delight filled her
brain! Dear God, it couldn't be true! She would never ...! Yet,
there was a tremendous relaxation prevalent in her loins, a
sensation of fulfillment she couldn't ever remember having
experienced before ... and the wild moment of ecstasy she had
experienced raced into her mind to be relived!
Abruptly, Jean sat up to look down between her spread thighs
at herself! With hesitant hand, she touched the sore, hair-lined
lips between her legs, gradually exploring with delicate fingers
its swollen, sensitive inner-flesh and feeling the thick, viscid
moisture still trickling slowly from her vagina.
My God! It was true! The horrible, wicked scene had
actually taken place! She hadn't dreamed it; she had given
herself like an adulterous whore instead! Oh God ... oh God ...
she moaned inwardly, remembering suddenly the tape she had
witnessed of Ken and Mrs. Keele! What lewd and forbidden emotions
had overtaken and persuaded both of them to be unfaithful?
In all truth, she still didn't blame her husband. He had
undoubtedly been coerced ... but in her own case, she'd thrown
away all conception of right and wrong! She might have fought him
more diligently, threatened to expose him to the authorities ...!
But she'd succumbed because deep inside her she had wanted to ...
and there was no denying that awful truth!
God, she had never realized such debasement and shame could
exist; she should fall on her knees before Ken and confess
everything! But to do that would be to do nothing more than to
torment his own agonized conscience! No ...! To hide it ... bury
it within herself ... smother its lewd, ugly head forever, was the
only answer!
She would pretend and say nothing regarding either of them,
she decided, quickly scurrying from the bed and hustling toward
the shower to wash Max Keele's lewdly puddling sperm from up
inside her vagina. Soon, it would be all over with, once Chief
Lannigan carried through with his end, and she could leave it all
behind them ... her obscene nightmare one that had happened only
in her subconscious ...!
* * *
Maggie Keele walked around the luxurious suite of their
bedroom quarters completely naked, with Kappy following close
behind. She carried a martini-rocks in her hand and wore her more
softened, alluring smile. Dropping onto the fur-upholstered bench
of her vanity, she turned to look at her dressing husband. She
said:
"You still haven't told me what happened yesterday afternoon,
Max."
He grinned. "I don't remember getting a detailed report of
you and Wilson either."
"Well, at least you saw the tape. Was it good?"
"Quite in keeping with your usual seductions, Baby," he
replied, knowing her dissatisfaction with his avoidance in telling
her the intricacies of Jean Wilson's and his own party, in
actuality, still trying to comprehend it himself. Christ, he'd had
girls ... women ... bitches! But that little broad had really
turned him on, and just maybe his promiscuous, ambitious wife was
wise to the fact ... at least, suspected it. Besides that, he
surmised that Maggie disliked her naturally. Maybe it was because
of the kid's beauty ... or youth ... or the fact that her young
husband still obviously loved her ... whatever, the raven-haired
enchantress went evil-eyed when she spoke of her.
"Was she good?" Maggie questioned, trying at nonchalance as
she stared into the mirror.
"Yeah ... good! Damn good once I'd implanted in her head the
name of the game."
"In her head ...?"
Max chuckled, choosing a tie from the rack and wrapping it
around his neck. "That was yesterday, baby," he said, not looking
at her. "Tonight's the Spaxtons ... remember? Let's not irk
ourselves."
"Who's irked?" Maggie lied. "You ever know me to blow a
scene, husband?"
Again, he chuckled. "You take care of the necessities?" he
questioned, using brushes to sleek his graying hair.
"All of them ... believe me," she answered, suddenly enjoying
the erotic sight of her own nakedness as she toyed with her
makeup, remembering the special LSD she'd filled the Wilson's
sugar-bowl with and sensing a perverted twinge of excitement at a
sudden licentious inspiration.
"How many girls are here from the home?" Max inquired,
slipping on his suit jacket.
"Two ... Sandy Jarvis and Carla Montez ... I thought Carla
might add a special something. She's older ... eighteen, but she
was a pro."
"They're wearing maid uniforms, too?"
"Naturally, Darling," Maggie replied, smiling. "We wouldn't
want to give our noted guests a wrong impression, would we?"
Max grinned. "Okay, I think I'll go down and start meeting
those so-called guests. They should be arriving by now." He
started for the door.
"Oh Daddy, have Jean Wilson come up here will you?" Maggie
requested casually. "I'd like to have her help me dress."
Max paused at the door, taking a sidelong glance at his
beautiful wife in her enticing, ivory-nakedness, her firm,
pointed, ruby-rippled breasts reflected to him in the vanity
mirror. He felt his heavy member stir at the provocative sight
while he grinned again, knowingly. "Okay," he said, "I'll tell
her ... only don't be too long, Baby, eh?"
* * *
It was anger more than guilt that had churned continuously
inside Ken Wilson since his infidelity with Mrs. Keele, not that
he hadn't felt a good measure of remorse at his spineless betrayal
of his marriage vows, but the fact that the raven-haired woman had
treated him as less than a serf ever since had made him realize
the absolute duplicity of the evil lecheress.
In his transgressive wretchedness he had unwittingly punished
Jean in the chastisement of himself, saying little, acting sullen,
and above all, avoiding any physical contact that might lead to
actual lovemaking. Damn, he wasn't worthy of her devoted,
innocent love, and until he could get his head straight ... muster
up the courage to confess the whole lurid story to her, he wasn't
about to degrade her further with sex.
What surprised him most though was her apparent acceptance of
his evasive reactions in bed to her inviting little caresses,
lying there and asking no questions, almost as if she understood
the anguish gnawing at him ... and he wasn't sure whether he liked
that either.
He stood in the kitchen gaping down at the short white jacket
Mrs. Keele insist that he wear for the occasion. Christ, tonight
he was a butler ... a trigging slave is what he was ... gardener,
chauffeur, stud, butler ... name any menial thing and that's where
he fit in! Well, he'd been schooled for it, hadn't he ... the
revolutionary, the dropout ... the nothing? Once a slob, always a
slob ... only why in hell had he dragged his beautiful Jeannie
down to his level ...?
"Oh, you look so handsome, Darling!" she praised, the kitchen
door swinging behind her entrance, her angelic face caught in a
tight, seemingly forced smile.
"I look like what I am ... a damned fool!" Ken replied
bitterly, his homely handsome face drawn in his self-chagrin. He
walked around, putting the work-table between them so that she
wouldn't make her usual advance for a kiss. "Someway ... somehow
... I've got to get us out of here, Jean ... before it's too late
for both of us, and don't ask me any questions... In time, I'll
explain ... but not now."
Jean merely stared at him, her wide green eyes filling with
compassion, her mind ever-conscious of her own shame, knowing the
full extent of his meaning and the burden of adultery he was
carrying, for God knows, wasn't she suffering the same inner-agony
... and perhaps even greater than his? But after tonight it would
be over with ... she felt confident of that! Chief Lannigan had
undoubtedly learned of this party, and with what she had told the
official regarding the Keeles' sordid carryings-on with their
illegal TV cameras and whatnot, he would undoubtedly act in an
effort to catch them red-handed. Once that frightening scene was
passed, they would surely be exonerated for the helpful part
they'd played ... then, they could penitently and lovingly confess
to each other... It would be all right ... she knew it would ...
they loved each other too much not to forgive and forget ...
"Well," he interrupted her thoughts, "I suppose I should get
upstairs to their cozy little rumpus room. I'm supposed to handle
the bar. Are the guests arriving?"
"Yes. The girls, Sandy and Carla from the Home, are meeting
them," Jean answered. "H-Have you ever heard of the ... the
Spaxtons, Ken ...?"
"Spaxtons ...? No. What are they?"
"I-I'm not sure, but they ... Sandy and Carla, were trying to
tell me something about them," Jean said, her pretty brow
wrinkling in perplexity. "They couldn't say much with the people
coming in, but that is what this party is supposed to be ... a
meeting of the Spaxtons."
Ken shrugged, moving around the table toward the door and
Jean stepped in front of him, raising her lips to be kissed. He
did, but reservedly, then stepped back with a shake of his head,
almost as if he were trying to clear his mind.
"Cripes," he said, blinking his eyes. "I suddenly feel as if
I'd had a half-dozen drinks myself ... kind of lightheaded and
woozy ..."
"You're not going to be ill... ?" she questioned, anxiously.
"No ... no. I'm all right ... and I better be getting up
there before the queen sends for me," he answered, smiling
pinchedly. "I'll see you later, Baby ..."
Alone, Jean pressed her hand to her own forehead, wondering
perhaps if she, too, might not be coming down with something? For
the past fifteen minutes she'd been experiencing a mounting of
giddy sensations ... an almost euphoric sense of floating, but
she'd stubbornly refused to give in to it. There was too much at
stake, and she wanted to be on her feet when Chief Lannigan made
his appearance.
Lord, she hadn't told Ken everything that Sandy and Carla had
been able to whisper to her ... nor their seemingly lightheaded
and ... and yes, even excited exclamations:
"Oh doll, you haven't seen anything yet!" Sandy, the
attractive red-head had tittered. "The Spaxtons is a swinging
sex-club for top-drawer big-shots and their ugly wives ... But
don't worry, you will ... and I'll bet my hot bottom that you'll
never forget it ...!"
Again, Jean's train of thoughts were scrambled, as the door
swung inward and Max Keele entered the kitchen, an arrogant smile
broadening his handsome face.
"So, here you are. I been looking for you, Baby," he said,
his massiveness crowding in on her. "Mrs. Keele wants you
upstairs to help her dress ..."
Jean sensed her own sharp intake of breath at his
overwhelming closeness, and with an agile movement she tried to
ease around him, but he caught her by the upper arm and drew her
back, his powerful arms encircling her waist, his big hands
immediately clasping the lush spheres of her buttocks
possessively.
"Stop ...! Stop it!" she spat, struggling in apprehensive
rage against him.
Max chuckled lewdly. "What's the matter, Jean baby? Don't
like daddy anymore? Maybe you need some more of his soothing cock
rammed into that hot little pussy of yours, eh? Come on now, give
me a kiss ..."
Jean could hardly think of anything at that moment except her
vehement hatred for this evil beast who had already once subjected
her to the horrors of debasement and shame, and in her bitter
anger she fought him desperately, suddenly drawing up one knee
with sharp force to catch him flush in the groin.
Max Keele grunted out an obscene oath, his eyes widening in
pain as he let free of her and staggered backwards to grab at his
crotch, while Jean, seeing her advantage, charged through the
swinging doorway toward the stairs and Mrs. Keele's room, a
feeling of exultation racing through her in the knowing that she
had hurt him painfully.
Her head swam by the time she reached the beautiful
superintendent's door, reeled buoyantly as if she had glided up
the stairway to where she stood, and almost immediately Max Keele
was forgotten ... or even why she was there ... but she tapped
against the panel and opened it at the woman's bidding.
Once inside the luxuriously appointed bedroom, Jean stopped
short, a little gasp emitting from her when she saw the ravishing,
statuesque creature sitting before her vanity in the ivory
splendor of her stark nakedness, the huge German shepherd, Kappy,
lying on the floor beside her. From where she stood, Jean could
see her full, thrusting, ruby-rippled breasts reflected in the
mirror, her suggestive half-smile, and the dancing lights in her
sparkling dark eyes ...
"Well, come on, my dear ... don't just stand there," Maggie
said throatily, wild little sensations of expectancy beginning to
tingle through her loins and belly at her inspired intentions.
She turned on the fur-covered bench, completely facing the
approaching, reluctant girl, noting the near-vacant expression in
her pretty eyes that indicated the effects of the acid she had
unwittingly consumed, and as well, perceiving the teenaged
lovely's fixed point of view on her naked loins. Slowly, she
stood, her lecherous senile broadening slightly. "Why the
hesitation, Jean darling ...?" she hissed. "Haven't you ever seen
a naked female before?"
"I ... I ... yes, of course ... it's just that I-I wasn't
expecting it ..." Jean stammered, still astonished at what seemed
to her to be an apparition of goddess-like beauty in her
bewildering euphoria. "You ... you're very beautiful ..." she
heard herself say, surprised when she realized that the words had
come from her own lips.
An unanticipated sensation of delight rippled through Maggie
at the younger girl's compliment, and she moved closer to her,
placing her hands on Jean's upper arms. "Thank you, Darling," she
partially whispered, "and I'd wager that you are just as beautiful
without your clothes ... aren't you?"
Whether it was the delicate, warm touch of the vision's
hands, the alluring fragrance of her enclosing naked
curvaciousness, or the suggestiveness of her sibilant question,
Jean wasn't certain in her drug-confused mind, but undefinable
tiny fermentations had suddenly burst into being inside her. The
apparition seemed to envelope her and she sensed the slender hands
on her breasts, causing an ensemble of mixed emotions to flutter
within her mind and body. She felt as if mesmerized in a state of
delicious intoxication as the exquisite face moved closer to hers
and its mouth closed down upon her own, tenderly, moistly, hotly
... and with increasing urgency.
Jean's own mouth felt strangely soft in response, and she
sensed her lips being pressed apart by the vision's sweet-tasting
tongue, slipping between them into her mouth as the statuesque
body came hard against her own, its naked stomach and soft loins
beginning an intimate undulating motion.
"You are a lovely girl, Jean darling," the throaty voice
hissed hotly into her mouth. "And now I'm going to make you
deliciously happy ... would you like that?"
"I-I ... oohhh ... I don't know ..." Jean gasped, slipping
even more into the veil of her dream-world.
Maggie kissed her again and Jean subconsciously met her
tongue with her own as she felt the gentle hands caressing her
breasts and moving over her body eagerly, finally stroking her
buttocks and drawing her tightly against the naked, satiny
loveliness.
"I'm going to undress you now, Darling," the smoky voice
breathed and Jean gasped out with wrinkled brow as expert fingers
began to move entrancingly over her, quickly removing her
clothing.
A sensation of repugnance flittered through her, yet she
couldn't seem to respond to it. Something horribly fascinating
... strangely forbidden and terribly confusing was happening to
her ...! And then she was naked, the cool air bathing her
sensuous flesh, bringing her nipples to rigid hardness as the
apparition pressed close to her, massaging its ivory nakedness
against Jean's supple body ... their nipples touching, their
breasts flattening against one another's, their thighs meeting as
did the soft, silken thatches of black and golden pubic curls
between their legs.
Jean gasped with the erotic tremor that rippled over her and
through her struggling, dazed mind, as the woman's IecherousIy
moving hands caressed her buttocks, spreading them open to
tenderly slip between and stroke her tight little anus lewdly.
Again, Jean trembled, suddenly feeling Mrs. Keele once more
grasping her waist, then her smooth hands slithering down her
rounded hips to her tingling, full thighs as she dropped to her
knees before her and began kissing the sensitive warm flesh of her
inner thighs, working slowly upward toward the sparsely curled
lips of her strangely tingling pussy!
My God! My God ...! It struck Jean like a bolt of lightning
what was happening to her and who the evil vision kneeling between
her spread legs was! She gasped out in shame, abruptly twisting
free of the lecherous woman's obscene grasp.
"What do you think you're doing?" Maggie shot up at the
reeling blonde girl, her eyes suddenly blazing with denied rage.
"Come here, you little bitch ...!"
But Jean wasn't about to. For one brief and horrible moment,
reality had penetrated her befogged mind, and now, as she saw the
great dog bolt alertly to his feet, she wheeled and ran for the
door, ignoring Maggie's screaming commands for her to stop,
jerking the barrier open and racing in naked panic down the hall
toward the stairway ... and thank God, just in time ...!
Chief Lannigan was climbing the stairs toward her ...!
Chapter 10
Bige Lannigan grunted out a carnal, gasping choke of surprise
as the naked girl with the flowing honey-blonde hair and jouncing
breasts came running down the stairs tearfully, practically
knocking him off balance as she threw herself into his arms ...
and she might have had not Max Keele beside him, caught hold of
him just in time.
"Oh ... oh my God, Chief Lannigan ... you you ... came ...
you came!" Jean cried, clinging to him tightly, totally unaware of
Max Keele's presence in her disorganized, drugged brain ... in
fact, abruptly incapable of remembering why she was running ...
and she stared into Lannigan's cherubic, benign face blankly.
The obese man chuckled lewdly. "Yeah," he said, grinning at
Max. Maybe I did at that!"
The Director of Correction, with grumbling pains still
gnawing at his groin, glared wickedly at Jean's youthfully naked
beauty, vengeful retribution stimulating his lecherous brain.
"Looks like Maggie's been playing with her," he said leeringly.
"But the little bitch hasn't been up there long enough to go the
route ... must be she got away on her, which, I wager, is
scorching Maggie's ass."
Again, Bige Lannigan chuckled as Jean clung to him with her
arms around his neck and he salaciously began to run his big pudgy
hands over the smoothness of her nakedly trembling buttocks. "So,
who's complaining?" the police chief rasped licentiously.
"Christ, what a luscious little ass ...!"
"She's higher than a fucking kite," Max said, watching
covetously his lackey's gross hands work on the resilient, firm
flesh of her buttocks. The little cunt, and he'd planned to keep
her all for himself... but now she was going to be taught a
lesson. No bitch kicked Max Keele in the nuts and got away with
it! "Where's your wife? "
"Upstairs," Chief Lannigan replied, holding tightly to Jean
who had suddenly begun to squirm and writhe frantically. "The old
sow couldn't wait to get up there and pick herself a cunt to eat."
Max snorted out a laugh. "Par for the course. Well, come
on, let's take doll-baby up where she can really enjoy the party,"
he said, grasping one of Jean's arms while the police official
held to the other and they forced her up the stairs.
It was impossible for Jean in her drugged mental state to
comprehend what was happening to her; yet, brief instants of truth
continued to pierce the dazing mantilla overwhelming her mind ...
until vaguely she came to realize that she had been drugged ...
but worse, that Chief Lannigan was anything but a friend ... he
was one of them!
Oh God ...! Oh, dear God ...! What were they going to do to
her now? Desperately, she tried to struggle to keep her wits
against the powerful effects of the numbing dosage of whatever it
was they had given her, aware as she was escorted between them
that Max Keele's big hand was thrust between her naked buttocks
and thighs, his thick finger thrust upward into her strangely
moist and dilated vaginal passage, the obscene act causing luridly
weird sensations to race through her loins and belly with every
step she took; while the deceptive police chief was clutching and
squeezing one of her breasts salaciously, twisting and pinching
its tiny hard nipple to add to her unwanted excitement.
"Oh ... ooohhh ..." she whimpered out as Max began to swirl
his thick finger inside her teenaged passage, hearing both men
laugh ... then, they were stopping before the big door and Max
Keele was opening it with a key ...
Again, Jean was hardly prepared for what she saw beyond that
door. But, the maze of naked bodies in the soft light engaged in
every form of obscene coupling and act only faintly registered as
she was ushered to the center of the room and forced down on some
sort of animal fur rug, the sounds of "ohs" and "ahs" and even
laughter reaching her ears as if from another world.
She might have known fear had she been able to analyze her
situation, but she could not, her torpid brain had progressed
under the effects of the LSD to where little but instincts
registered, and presently she knew that the stimulating sensation
between her legs had ceased and a great disappointment swept over
her. She started to cry ... and then, recognized a face ... a
male face. It... it was Ken's and he was lying on his back
completely stripped, stretched out on a davenport, a fat woman
with great big breasts squatting up over his ... his hardened
thing that she was absorbing into her widespread, vagina ... and
another more slender woman standing beside them as if waiting for
her turn, while her young husband rolled his head back and forth
in what she reasoned to be, ecstasy. Jean smiled benevolently.
It pleased her that he was happy ...
And then she saw other faces with attached naked bodies that
she recognized ... Pretty little Sandy Jarvis sitting in a chair
with Judge McGraw on his knees between her widespread thighs,
obviously licking her pussy ... and Carla Montez with a fat man
cradled between her open thighs, pumping his heavy loins into her
wildly, the expression on both of their faces telling her that
they were enjoying what she had just been denied ...!
"Do I get first crack, Max?" Jean nebulously heard Chief
Lannigan question and looked up at the two men from where she sat
on the floor. Both of them were now naked, their massive cocks
jutting out salaciously from their hairy loins, their heavy balls
entirely visible to her from her position ... and she couldn't
resist extending her hand up to touch the nearest sac, her own
instinctive desire piqued by all that had happened to her and what
was going on before her dazed eyes around the room.
Bige Lannigan gave a start when her fingers tenderly touched
his bloated balls, and lewdly he grabbed hold of his long, thick
cock to stroke it. Max saw her unexpected movement, too, a
jealous surge of lust charging through him. The little bitch!
Her forced a grin: "Go ahead, Chief ... only make it good!"
"Don't worry!" Lannigan rasped. "I'm going to have some of
my favorite sport... ass fucking!"
Their words all sounded like a jumbled conglomeration to Jean
who had reached down between her hot thighs to slip a finger
through the silken blandish hair and separate her moist cunt-lips,
while she continued to finger the obese man's hairy balls. God,
she could never remember being so excitedly wanting! If ... if
only she could think straight ...!
* * *
Ken gaped upward with befogged eyes at the fat, wildly
excited woman who was squatting over him, plunging in rhythmic
diligence up and down on his aching cock, her massive tits hanging
and swaying obnoxiously as she worked to reach her climax, the
thought occurring to him that she was either the third or fourth
such elephantine creature to crawl lust fully on top of him, and
still he had not even come close to releasing the dynamic pressure
in his throbbing loins! He saw that there was another waiting,
fingering herself as she watched her forerunner ... but she wasn't
so bad ... somewhere in her fifties probably, but slender and
maybe with a tight enough cunt to bring him off!
Christ, what had they fed him, anyway? For certainly, he'd
been drugged, and he couldn't help but wonder if they'd done
anything similar to his Jeannie. He was numbed, but he could
still half-way think straight, and there was no question but what
they had been cleverly entrapped by a swarm of sex-oriented satyrs
and nymphos who would show no mercy in satisfying their lust!
Goddamn them, and they had the law and whatever else necessary on
their side, too! The beautiful establishment ...!
He tossed his head back and forth like a teenaged virgin
striving for her first fulfillment as the huge woman worked over
him obscenely, her sagging breasts nauseating him, and he closed
his eyes to the sight, straining his loins upward in hope that he
could lie to himself, cum, and leave her nothing! But his efforts
were futile; she beat him, wailing out her obese ecstasy ... and
then, the next one climbed on ... and that's when he saw his
Jeannie in the middle of the floor on all fours, Chief Lannigan
kneeing his way up behind her and between her spread legs and
buttocks, his long, thick cock in his hand while his beautiful
little wife waited in obvious excitement ...!
* * *
"Down ...! Down flat on your belly, bitch!" Bige Lannigan
ordered Jean who finally responded once the command was imprinted
in her blurred mind, and the heavy bellied man knelt between her
provocatively scissored legs, staring lasciviously at the warm,
tanned body beneath him.
He slid his hand along the inner side of her satiny smooth
thigh to the moistened, teenaged lips and then pink slit of her
tight young cunt, tracing the hair-lined separation with a
forefinger upward between the cream-like cheeks of her firm,
whitely contrasting buttocks, watching the rounded soft moons arch
and fall in growing excitement to his touch. He felt the desire
in his loins glowing hotly as he contemplated what he was about to
do to her ... what his sow-wife would never let him do ... the
ugly pig!
Jean swallowed at the dryness of her throat. Her subservient
prostrate position, and vaguely knowing that she must submit to
whatever vile whim that might titillate her tormentor's warped
lust, caused her heavily drugged brain to whirl in a growing
kaleidoscope of sensual passion. She had no idea what he was
going to do to her ... or make her do to him ... she was only
aware of her lack of control over the ever-rising passion swirling
wildly in her belly below. She sensed him up over her back, and
she squirmed beneath him to the excitement of his exploring hands,
little tongues of flames licking salaciously at her loins and
belly, building her desire to greater and greater heights with
every passing moment from the obscene teasing of his probing
fingers.
She lay her face against the soft fur of the rug and groaned
into it, partially muffling the licentious, throaty grunts
emitting from between her tightly clenched teeth. Oh God ... his
hands ... his hands ...! Her lush, rounded buttocks hollowed and
writhed wantonly beneath their pudgy, relentless caresses, a
sudden urgency of tremors rippling erotically over her youthful
flesh.
She heard his rammish laugh and tried to picture his face,
but couldn't. Oh God, why didn't he do it ...? Why didn't he
fuck her, whoever he was, instead of taunting her this way? She
couldn't resist the pleasurable thought of his cock slipping into
her ...! "Ooahhh," she moaned aloud as she felt his thick finger
slide up inside her moist, tingling vagina and she squirmed
excitedly down onto it.
Bige Lannigan gloatingly listened to her whine down into the
softness of the rug, her voice unnatural, thick with desire and
ever-mounting wantonness.
"Aaahhh ..." she whimpered again, twisting her passion-
contorted face until he could see the effect his teasing hands
were having on her, and then it occurred to him that she had
absolutely no idea of what he intended to do to her, nor the
mental capacity or physical power to fight him in her drugged
state. She was completely at his mercy, the thought sending a
wave of sadism charging through his heavy loins.
Jean, her bottom churning incessantly beneath his hands while
others had gathered in a circle around them to watch the
stimulating performance, made no effort to fight against the lewd,
carnal urges racing uncontrollably through her lust-incited body,
while in her numbed mind she had begun to pray that he would fuck
her soon, before his tormenting ministrations drove her completely
mad. But instead, his thick middle finger continued to surge with
relentless force into her vagina and she froze momentarily,
catching her breath when the sensations it caused finished
skyrocketing through her.
"Ooahhhh ... ooohhh, do it to me ... please, please do it to
me?" she pleaded back at him, trying to twist her neck so that she
could watch his maddening hands working back there between her
widespread legs.
"Do what, Baby?" he taunted, grinning down triumphantly at
her lust-contorted young face as she gaped helplessly and glassy-
eyed at the continual growing of his hard, throbbing, thick cock.
"Ooohhh ... ooohhh ... fuck me!" she moaned, the words
tumbling lewdly from her angelic mouth. "Please ... please fuck
me now ...?"
Lannigan began to laugh gleefully as he looked up at the
salaciously twisted face of Max Keele who stood watching enviously
while he stroked his own rock-hard cock.
"Well, get at it for Christ sake," the Director snapped down
at him, "before I change my mind and finish the job for you!"
Bige sensed the anger in his political boss' tone and decided
that he'd dallied long enough. He stared evilly down at her
helplessly tremoring back, a thin line of sweat forming on his
upper lip. "Lift up your ass, baby!" he commanded.
Jean realized the order and reacted without hesitation,
arching her buttocks higher, feeling his hands on her hips to
guide her to her knees, manipulating her to his own satisfaction,
until she was entirely raised before him, high and obscenely
spread open. She felt the weakness and trembling in her legs and
wished in her drug dazed mind that he would hurry and fuck her ...
Finally, he moved in behind her, spreading her thighs even
wider with his knees, his thick, pulsating cock heaving lustfully
as it pointed itself toward the tiny pinkish ring of her anus so
lusciously displayed to him between the full rounded spheres of
her voluptuous young ass. Abruptly, he inched backwards once
more, then leaned forward, probing his saliva dampened tongue
upward from the moist, hair-fringed edges of her cunt-lips, along
the spread, smooth crevice of her small, puckered rectum where he
tried to penetrate with its stiffened tip, but the sphincter was
too snug, and instead, he accomplished his main purpose of
lubricating it well.
He raised up, sliding in close to her once more, taunting her
excited cunt with the now violently pulsating head of his
foreskinned peeled cock, until her loud audible whimpers from the
insinuated tip between her wide splayed cunt-lips and the teasing
her clitoris increased their nakedly watching audience.
Anticipatingly, Jean began to grind and force her upraised
young buttocks back at him, her moist, quivering young pussy
searching desperately for the pleasure-bringing length of his
cock, but as she continued to whimper and moan, Lannigan raised
the heavy shaft of hard flesh until its unseeing eye leveled with
her hairless, puckered little anus that glistened beneath the
thins viscid film of moisture coating her entire genital area. He
might have better prepared it by stretching it with his finger,
the police chief thought lustfully, but the pleasures he sought
were better derived unannounced!
The obese law official doubted that in her drugged condition
she realized he was penetrating her asshole at first try, without
benefit of stretching it a little with his fingers. And then, she
must have sensed its thick bluntness prodding and working against
her tightly clenched anus. He chuckled lewdly to himself. She
would suddenly decide that it was too big ... they all did at
first, and she would judge that with certainty any second. He
continued to grin sadistically as he wormed the tip of it into the
snugly resisting little mouth. He could feel his foreskin being
stretched back against his cock-shaft painfully, and he gave a
quick hi-thrusting stab until he could feel it slowly wedging its
way into her suddenly desperately cringing rectum, until he had
popped up inside beyond the elastic little barrier of the now
futilely clutching ring of her sphincter muscle ...!
It was a full ten seconds of shattering, unexpected pain
before Jean realized what was happening ... that his thick, long
cock was grinding its way up into her tiny naked anal passage
brutally ... whipping her breath away until she choked on the
scream that raised into her throat ... her brain reeling in sudden
panic ... and then, abruptly, it felt as if a tree-trunk was
trying to burst into her body through her virginal back passage!
She tried to pull away, but he held viselike to her hips, while
the agonizing penetration continued!
"Aaanuuuuugggghhhhh! Dear God! Dear God ... nnnoooooooo ...
stop, stop! It hurts terribly ...!" she cried out at last.
Bige Lannigan leered excitedly. Of course it hurt ... the
stupid little cunt! It was supposed to hurt! And he held her in
a bear-hug, simply ramming and thrusting!
"Oh God ... please ... please... I beg you ... stop, please?
I-It's too big! Y-You're killing me!" the nakedly kneeling young
wife screamed back at him through gnashing teeth, while their
audience looked on in excited fascination at the sadistically
obscene spectacle of his long, heavy cock worming its way deeper
and deeper into her salaciously stretched back passage, carnally
intoxicated by the knowledge that there was no way she could
escape it ... his thighs thrusting hers forward, his clenching,
pudgy hands slipping her lushly spread young buttocks like an
undersized boot back onto his viciously impaling prick!
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I'm helpless! I can't move! It's
paralyzing me! Oh ... oh ... Oh ...!
"Shove back, bitch!" the police chief spat down mercilessly
at her nakedly bending back. "Do it! Shove your ass back before
I slap hell out of you!"
Jean was incapable of thinking in her unbelievable agony, but
somehow she knew that to disobey would only mean further torture.
Every way was pain, pain, pain! Yet, she did it ... she pushed
back, subconsciously trying to fart and opening her asshole that
final measure out of abject fear. Again, she visualized the
horrible tree-trunk unrelentingly being thrust into her tiny anal
hole, stretching her buttocks wider and wider apart until she knew
she would split open! But then ... feeling a buttock flattening
pressure back there, she knew it was done ... his cruel, thick and
brutal cock tunneled completely up into her wide stretched little
rectum, solid and extremely painful... but finally better, for
there was no more of it to take ...
"Oooohhh ... ooohhh ... ooohhhhhh," she gasped realizing that
she was impaled like a helpless insect on his hugely throbbing
cock in her rectum to its hilt, and not daring to move less the
excruciating torment tear her wide open inside. Oh God, she
couldn't conceive of the animalish defilement he was subjecting
her to! He was actually sodomizing her! Again, she gasped, but
this time for breath as momentarily he remained immobile, and the
brief respite was allowing her obscenely stretched channel to
become somewhat adjusted to the perverted invader ... this rigid
and ever-growing length of scouring hard flesh that packed her
full! Oh ... Oh God, that horrible man she had trusted so
implicitly such a short time ago!
Then, all tangible thought was whipped away once more as she
heard him croon with delight, gasping as he began to fuck
rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep into the soft
rubbery confines of her rectum.
Chief Lannigan couldn't contain the lewd groans of lust
escaping him as he felt the warm, soft flesh of her fully
flattened buttocks pressing tightly back against his heavy loins.
He thrust forward into the tightly puckered, ob- scenery,
stretched little mouth, simultaneously sliding his hand down
underneath and between her thighs to her opened cuntal slit. He
could feel the moisture from the smooth, fleshy lips seeping
salaciously out to cover the softness of her pubic-hair brushing
teasingly against his semen-filled balls as they swung loosely
down between her legs. His eyes locked on his hardened cock
vanishing completely into the tight, ovally stretched opening
between the twin mounds of her helplessly quivering young
buttocks. He grunted again and drew it out slightly, watching
with sadistic fascination the tender pink flesh pulling out with
it and then disappearing back inside with his inwardly jerking
thrust. His breathing increased, incited by the lasciviously
exciting sight, until once more he began plunging into her ass in
a slow tempoed cadence, in and out, in and out, deep up in to the
hot clasping channel of her virgin-stretched rectum!
Jean dug her nails into her palms, bit at her lower lip, and
was dazedly surprised when the pain began to lessen, a certain
thread of arousal seeming to weave its way back through her
tormented young body ... although it was still a mixture of
hurtful paroxysm blended with weird stimulation. She felt
saturatingly damp between her buttocks, and horribly degraded,
aware now of the ring of lewd, contorted faces and licentiously
naked bodies surrounding them ... and someplace amongst them, she
remembered, was her own husband ... her own darling, Ken ... and
... Oh God, how he must loath her now ...!
Oh ... if she could only think straight, but each time she
tried to concentrate her thoughts were shattered by a skin-
splitting thrust that jolted her forward ... until abruptly she
realized that her body was voluntarily shoving back against his
every ramming plunge ... thrusting back onto his fleshy cock
meting out the punishment ... aware of a new masochistic pleasure
that was rapidly growing within her! The pain had become almost
insanely erotic, and she was heaving backwards to meet the forward
charge of his loins ... undulating her hips and moving her
buttocks in tiny lewd circles!
Unfathomable excitement surged through her, until she found
herself wanting his huge organ buried deeper and harder up the now
voluntarily accepting channel of her ass, and she reached back
between her spread thighs to scratch gently at his swinging balls,
turning her face to one side so he could see the effect his
sodomizing cock was now having on her!
* * *
Ken Wilson's lust-fired, drugged mind was able to conceive
little more than the stream of middle-aged women who climbed in
obscene nakedness onto his thrusting, rock-hard young cock that
ached with a throbbing pain from deep in his groin. One had been
kind enough to suck him off for the first time, gulping his cum
eagerly down her throat while the girl Carla licked her cunt, and
a second had squatted over him, taking his undeflatable hard cock
to thrust up her ass, working fiendishly while she fingered
herself and fucked him to completion ... but still they came and
his still painfully virile young penis continued to satisfy them
all!
Christ, he knew he was going to lose his mind before the
night was over! No man could endure what they were forcing him
to, but even that he would willingly suffer if only they would let
his Jeannie out of there! God knows, his thinking capacity was
strangely distorted, but it was functioning adequately enough to
know the agony his young wife was suffering when he saw her tiny
little rectum being sodomized by the huge, blood-filled cock of
Chief Lannigan!
He had nearly lost his mind trying to get off the couch to
help her, but in his stupefied condition he'd been no match for
the group of heavy-set, naked female bitches who had pinned him
down, laughing gleefully like a swarm of over-weight harpies as
they pawed his genitals and squatted over him to be fucked and
sucked! Helplessly, he'd been forced to give way to their
overpowering number and salacious acts ... until now, nearly
drained of his last ounce of energy, he found consolation in the
knowing that Jean was no longer suffering ... in fact, if
anything, she was going wild there on the rug within the circle of
spectators ... some who had dropped down onto the floor to
participate in their own obscene acts while they watched the
animalish performance his blonde, teenage wife was giving them
all!
Damn, he knew it was all over for them now, that she'd never
forgive him for dragging her into this horrible debauchery ... but
... but good Christ, what was happening now ...? Max Keele, the
detention home superintendent ... he was dropping down in front of
her and holding his huge filthy cock in his hand ...!
* * *
Kneeling above and behind Jean, Bige Lannigan continued to
watch the reddish inflamed skin of the young blondes lasciviously
stretched anus draw back and partially out with his cock,
clutching it as if the tightly sucking channel didn't want it to
ever come out! At first, the pressure on his prick had been
almost unbearable, but now it was just tight and exhilarating, the
type of squeezing delight that promised to draw the jism right out
of his balls with the ferocity of molten glass to every stroke!
And then, he saw Max Keele kneeling down in front of her
flailing head and holding to his thick heavy cock, an obscene grin
twisting his broad face. Lannigan returned the lewd expression
with a leer of his own, and the Director said:
"You've had her all to yourself long enough, Chief, now it's
time we spread her around a little ... and the place to start is
sucking my cock!" Max reached down and caught Jean by the hair,
jerking her head erect, her green-eyes popping open widely in
surprise. "Come on, Baby, let's show daddy how good you are at
eating cock! Just think of it as penance for kicking me in the
balls, oh?"
Jean heard the sudden wave of licentious laughter around her
as she stared at the heavy, now familiar penis thrust forward at
her face and only inches from her saliva moistened lips. Oddly
enough, it didn't frighten her as it might have once, nor did the
meaning of his words and what he expected her to do; the
unbelievable erotic sensations that the charging cock in her now
hotly accepting back passage was bringing her had all but
destroyed any measure of moral decency she had ever known, and a
new maddening excitement and desire abruptly sprang to life inside
her!
Slowly, her eyes glazed over smokily and her small hand moved
forward to encircle the husky, spearing rod of rigid flesh, and
she felt him writhe and heard him groan to her touch as she
pressed back the foreskin from the glistening head, exposing its
pulsating glans tip. Then, a slight, idiot-like smile curling her
lips, she manipulated the thick, outer layer of skin back and
forth, fascinated with the hot feel of it in her dwarfed hand!
She moved her face forward wantingly, as if magnetized by the
phallic wonder, until her lips were but a fraction of an inch from
touching it! She heard him grunt once more, while Chief Lannigan
fucked furiously into her greedily clenching rectum from behind,
spurning her on to suck in her breath and flick out her tongue,
bringing it into warm wet contact with the soft, rubbery tip!
Excitedly, she swirled her extended tongue around it in moist,
experimental slowness, while the big man twisted and jerked to her
taunting, until her lingual tip finally found the little split at
its end and wiggled teasingly into it!
Jean tasted for the first time in her young life the pungent
tang of the droplets of male lubricating fluid oozing from it and
immediately a new, more enchanting ripple of pleasure coursed
through her. Her teenaged nostrils flared excitedly while her
hand smoothed back over the rock-hard shaft of flesh to its
velvety base then downward to his bloated testicles. Moaning
slightly at its hardness, she drew her nails gently beneath them
as she had those slapping deliciously down into the moist, open
slit of her cunt, finally weighing them in the small palm of her
soft, warm hand. With her other hand, she again pressed the heavy
foreskin back, exposing the bulbous head in its sleek nakedness.
She moved her face forward, her moistly parting lips teasingly
slipping over and fully encompassing the smooth, spongy head,
letting it glide along the saliva-moistened length of her tongue
as her damp, cylindrical mouth sucked in and absorbed more and
more of it.
Max Keele grunted lustfully above her blonde head that had
begun to move back and forth on his cock, instigating a pelvic
counter-motion of his own, sliding his thick, revenge-hardened
cock in and out of her angelic, youthful mouth with a viscidly
moist sucking sound, guided by his hand entangled in her long hair
behind her head. He watched the licentious puffing and
contracting of her beautiful young cheeks as she worked slavishly
on the end of his cock, while her whole supple, satiny body
quivered from the powerful Jolts of Lannigan's ramming cock
smashing into her tender, unplundered rectum from behind, his
rising sperm near-overwhelming him as he began to shove his
throbbing prick forward between her now receptively sucking lips
with a vengeance, his evil grin widening with every thrust into
her eagerly ovaled mouth.
Jean couldn't resist the sudden, delicious thrill of a man's
cock fucking her in her mouth and the lewd, lust-inciting
realization that she was actually sucking it! Her brain reeled in
glazed rapture and her body was alive with sensual bliss, even t h
o u g h she hardly felt human ... more of a mass of sweating,
lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be pervertedly subjugated. She
was actually reveling in the lewd debasement of being sodomized
this first time in her life, while she, at the same time, sucked
hungrily on her first male cock! She ground her trembling
buttocks greedily now back against the man behind her's hairy
pelvis and felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the open
crevice between the cheeks of her bottom, sensing the dribbling of
it down the backs of her smooth inner-thighs. At the same time,
the mounting pressure in her vagina and loins signaled that
something dynamic was soon going to happen deep inside her
beautifully filled young belly ...!
Chapter 11
Maggie Keele's entrance into the room might well have gone
unheeded had she not been accompanied by the massive German
Shepherd at her side, not that her austere beauty in its ivory
nakedness didn't put most of the feminine flesh present to shame,
but the obscene spectacle of the dually impaled young beauty in
the center of the floor made her appearance less than anti-
climactic. In itself, this was enough to enrage her, for
invariably she timed her arrival with Kappy to be the focal event
of the orgy, reveling in the "ohs" and "ahs" of the male
participants as well as the catish expressions of jealous hatred
bestowed on her by the women, but this night her exhibitionism
attracted only scant interest ... the second time that very night
the little Wilson bitch glutting herself shamelessly on the floor
had raised vile anger inside her.
Venomously, made her way to the fore-front of the spectator's
circle with Kappy beside her, quickly surveying the entire room to
take note of how her "guests" were paired off, as well as their
lurid couplings and acts. A ripple of licentious pleasure surged
through her at the sight of Ken Wilson at the mercy of some half-
dozen of the more obnoxious wives salaciously squatting over his
loins and face in pairs, obviously draining the last dregs of
energy from his youthfully lanky body ... yet, his cock still
stood rigidly hard. She smiled evilly to herself; the LSD was
doing its job well ... just as it was on the blonde little bitch
who was sucking her husband whore-like while Bige Lannigan ass
fucked her furiously from behind!
With a quick glance, Maggie satisfied herself that Sandy and
Carla were living up to drugged expectations; both were flat on
their backs with their young white, shapely legs lewdly drawn back
high as they cradled one after another of the notable, middle-age
males between them, accepting their pumping heavy cocks in glazed
wantonness. But it was the lascivious troilism on the rug before
her that inspired wicked and prurient sensations within her. She
heard Kappy's whimpers beside her as the great animal watched and
sniffed the excited female smell at the same time. Gently she
reached downward and stroked the brute's massive head while
obscenely vicious thoughts raced through her brain. Damn her
beautiful blonde hide! She'd wish she'd never been born before
this night was over ...!
Suddenly, she motioned to Sandy, who was in between men, and
the red-headed girl immediately crawled over to her, looking
upward with befogged eyes at the statuesque superintendent.
Maggie smiled down at her and ran her hand through her blackly
tangled pubic hair, as she spread her legs apart.
"Look up and lick it for me, Sandy baby," Maggie hissed down
at her. "Lick and suck it good while I watch this little Wilson
bitch get what's coming to her. Would you like someone to fuck
you from behind while you do it?"
"Oh ... oh yes, please, Mrs. Keele ... I've got to cum again
soon or I'll go mad!" Sandy gasped passionately.
Again, Maggie gave a signal, and this time to the group of
women fiendishly ravaging her daddy-image ... the young blonde's
husband, who, like her own Daddy, had chosen the blonde intruder
over her ... damn him! She saw the ugly group of females
reluctantly drag him up from the couch, not daring to defy her,
and guide him staggeringly over to her.
"Down on your knees, Wilson," Maggie commanded, her dark eyes
glittering licentiously. "Young Sandy needs the services of your
cock while she eats my pussy ... and make it good, darling, or
Kappy will take a nice big chunk out of your lean backside!"
Ken slumped to the floor as ordered, but in near-exhaustion,
his drugged eyes spewing hatred upward at the woman who was
destroying his lust-drugged Jeannie's as well as his own life.
His enfeebled brain swam and his cock and groin throbbed
unmercifully ... still, it wouldn't go down, but remained poling
out from his loins like a length of raw, frozen meat. At least,
he reasoned vaguely, the obscenely bent forward body with its
white, upturned buttocks and viscidly flushed cunt was a youthful
change to the older horrors he'd just been subjected to ... and
now he was nearer to his young, helplessly impaled wife who was
obviously out of her mind in her drugged, salaciously lewd
performance ... Groggily, he kneed his way close in behind Sandy
as Maggie Keele lowered herself onto her back, spreading her
thighs wide for the red-haired girl to bury her face up in her
raven-haired loins, while at the same time Sandy reached between
her spread legs to find his cock and guide it desperately into her
moistly waiting little cunt, plunging her smooth rounded buttocks
back at it with uncontrolled fury ...!
* * *
Bige Lannigan stared at his white, vicious pole disappearing
into young Jean Wilson's smoothly gyrating ass with every lunge.
It submerged until not even a fraction of it was left unabsorbed,
straining wildly in the snug, still tightly resistant channel, its
spongy, turgid head probing deep into her soft, quivering belly.
His balls throbbed and his cock cavorted as if it were about
to burst each time he rammed into her, while she moaned around Max
Keele's heavy cock fucking into her mouth, adding to his pressure
with the insane movements of her ass and the hollowing of her
back. Christ, he couldn't last much longer ...!
Jean was lost in the heat of her rising, ungovernable passion
... lost to any sense of her surroundings, conscious only of the
increased vigor in the brutal thrusts pounding from behind into
the remotest parts of her no-longer virginal rectum, and the naked
loins crushing up tighter and tighter into her passion-contorted
face. She sensed the cock that was poling stiffly into her mouth
and throat tensing in forceful trembling spasms, and the hand
behind her head gripping harder. His hairy pelvis closed in on
her until she was certain he was trying to drive his cock all the
way down her throat to meet the one penetrating her far up into
her bowels, and the 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 as hard as she could.
"Oh Christ!" Max blurted. "Suck it, you hot little cunt!
I'm cuummiinngg!"
It burst, and he swore vilely again, while his cock gushed
forth, hot jetting streams of the white pungent liquid far back
into her throat, her young cheeks ballooning and contracting as
she swallowed in quick, hungry little gulps, fastening her lips
tightly around the jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest
drop of the male precious sperm ... yet, in spite of her tightly
locked lips, she felt thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her
mouth as the big man seemed to collapse before her, his shrinking
penis slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking
mouth...
At the same time, she was aware of the violently increasing
assault on her wide-split rectum and the near-orgasmic sensations
screaming up inside her belly and loins for release. She
undulated her smooth young ass against the driving cock, small
pleading mewls of passion emitting from her throat. She was very
close ... almost there ...!
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she chanted, her hips forcing themselves
back as the plunging fleshy rod hammered insanely into her
obscenely stretched back passage, and she knew that Chief Lannigan
was ready, too! She could hear him gasping and panting ... faster
and faster, as he forced her thighs so wide with his knees that
she was almost flat on the rug ... but the pain didn't matter ...
nothing mattered any longer except that she reach her climax ...!
In a minute ...! It was cumming ...! Soon! Soon! ... And then,
she heard the police official blurt something unintelligible and
felt his loins jerk convulsively against the flatness of her
upraised buttocks! He was cumming! Oh God ... no ... not yet
...!
"No! Nooo! Wait, please ...?" Jean whimpered as his load of
hot, swirling sperm gushed deeply up into her straining bowels and
she ground her ass cheeks tightly back against his pelvis to stop
the flow, but her very action defeated her desperate purpose. The
nibbling clasp of her spasming hot rectum milked it dry and the
last drop of his scalding cum splashed deep up inside her rectum
and belly ... until he, too, fell away from her, his limp organ
slipping uselessly from her forever stretched anus.
Helplessly, as he fucked into Sandy's snugly milking young
cunt from behind, Ken gaped at his sweat-glistening wife still
kneeling on all fours, incessant whimpers tumbling from her lips
in her unfulfilled need, her buttocks high in the air, her face
resting on the animal rug as she seemed to wait in desperation for
someone to fill her throbbing pussy.
"Damn all of you!" he cried out in his drug induced
compassion. "Have some mercy on her! Somebody fuck her before
she loses her mind!"
"Wait!" Maggie snapped when a middle-aged, paunchy man moved
forward to volunteer. "Kappy! Yours, Kappy! Take her, Baby!
Fuck her!"
Ken couldn't believe his ears when they absorbed the evilly
grinning woman's words as she raised to her elbows, her thighs
obscenely spread open to Sandy's audible sucking and licking of
her pussy, while he, himself, fucked into the red-headed girl from
behind! "Oh Christ, no ... not that!" he wailed, but no one paid
him any mind. They were too absorbed with the vile event about to
take place, and as he gaped, Ken saw the great animal mount the
wide-spread moons of his young, helplessly trembling wife's soft,
white buttocks, paws wrapping around her waist as if she were a
bitch of his own breed. He could see the glistening, scarlet cock
slipping from its huge sheath, dripping freely while the tapered
point jerked and danced in the hot, damp slit of her cunt as the
brute quivered and lurched forward with its hind quarters, trying
to bury the pink lean dog cock into her hungrily waiting body.
Sobbing in the inferno of her desire, Jean looked back,
willingly shifting her quaking round ass-cheeks in a desperate
attempt to capture the lengthening animal-cock, the feral tension
within her driving her to the mind-shattering point. Oh God, she
wanted his beautiful long penis inside her! She had to have it
before she went mad in her impassioned need! She reached back,
grasping the moist shaft of hot, hard animal-flesh, causing Kappy
to half-growl as she guided the pointed pink nozzle toward the
sucking mouth of her desire-flushed cunt ... and immediately he
thrust, rammed, and thrust again, spreading her dilated channel
open wider and wider as with a low throated growl he buried his
long, thick prick deep up into her hot, quivering belly.
"Oh ... oh my God!" she blurted, her eyes wide and glazed as
the beast fucked into her from behind while she stared over at her
husband thrusting his long thick cock into the young girl,
Sandy's, lovely, pink cunt. "Oh ... Oohhh ... oooohhhhhhh!" she
grunted in heavenly relief, and began to move backwards
rhythmically to meet Kappy's rapid, powerful strokes plunging deep
into her cum-hungry pussy.
Ken Wilson discovered that he was holding then releasing his
breath spasmodically as he fucked into Sandy's tight viscid cunt,
gaping at the massive dog fucking frenziedly between his moaning
wife's lovely, trembling buttocks, attempting to skewer her onto
the last remaining inches of the still growing shaft of
unbelievably huge glistening dog-cock. It amazed him that the
salacious sight was re-inspiring his own now thoroughly depraved
lust, and suddenly he realized that he'd increased the tempo and
length of his own fuck strokes into the young kneeling girl, while
he watched the huge beast romping forward, burrowing his giant rod
of animal-flesh deep up into the visibly clasping cunt of his
crazily bucking wife!
"Christ, I've never seen anything like that!" Ken heard a
male voice exclaim lewdly. "Look at the way the little bitch
takes him ... every fucking inch of that dog cock!"
"Yeah ..." Max Keele grunted lustfully, the obscene spectacle
rejuvenating his own heavy penis once more, and he reached down to
massage it in one hand while his mind began to devise new
salacious things he could do to her ... once that goddamned dog
had his fill. He glanced over at his licentiously sprawled wife
who was playing her favorite game, lying there with her thighs
drawn back and spread open to the sucking and lapping tongue of a
pretty young female, while the Wilson punk fucked the girl with
LSD induced vigor from behind. He grinned at the loose, twisted
expression taking control of his wife, Maggie's, face and knew
she, too, was damned close to popping her nuts ... and Wilson
wasn't very far behind her ... nor the sweating red-head in
between, by the way her voluptuous young body was beginning to
writhe and squirm ... but it was the enchanting honey-blonde's
performance that intrigued him. Christ, what a delicious young
body she had ... and maybe it was just possible that after this
night she could be molded ... shaped into his type of erotic
woman, but less ambitious than his eager wife ...!
Jean hung as if suspended on an imaginary plane of
unbelievable bliss. At first, the vicious invasion had brought
her pain with the unexpected piercing agony of the dog's massive
cock-shaft bursting into her, pressing the velvety, resisting
flesh of her tight cuntal channel before it, until in seconds he
had thundered it in its entirety up inside the warm constricting
depths of her passage. Now, as he continued to piston into the
softness of her upthrust loins, she could feel his animal balls
swing hard in taunting rhythm against the quivering little bud of
her erect clitoris below. She was beautifully impaled to the hilt
on his ever-growing cock and reveling masochistically in its
beastial possession of her greedily devouring cunt t
God, to this moment in her whole teenaged life, she had never
been fucked so fully! If only it would never end! She breathed a
deep moan from her lust-contorted mouth and began to move in tempo
backwards to meet Kappy's superb, panting thrusts. His forelegs
clung to her rounded white hips like strong, furry arms, and she
undulated her body, rotating her buttocks in lewd concentric
circles, abandoning herself to the ecstatic fulfillment of the
animal-fucking this splendid dog was pounding into her from
behind. She wished she could see it better, clearer than the
mirror of her mind was affording ... see his magnificent animal
cock up close as it disappeared wetly up inside her pussy, but she
had to be content with visionary pictures, and the mere thought of
their unnatural coupling sent licentious exultation soaring
through her maddeningly aroused body. In the mirror of her mind,
she saw her full, taut breasts dancing and swaying beneath her
writhing, perspiring torso, moving in cadence to the delightful,
rampaging, animal cock that continued to grow, grow, grow ... ever
growing inside her entire cuntal passage to her belly. She
visualized it plowing deeper, deeper into the stretched mouth of
her clasping cunt from behind, a relentless streaming rod of
shimmering, hard flesh lunging into her!
She found herself reveling in her act of bestiality, and she
ground her buttocks back excitedly against his hairy, hammering
body like another animal. Never ... never had there been anything
to match this moment of rapture! It was sheer ecstasy ... in a
manner that no human male could ever, ever duplicate ...!
To the side, Ken Wilson couldn't hold back his own groans of
re-aroused pleasure as he felt the warm soft flesh of Sandy's
fully flattened buttocks pressing tightly against his loins in
feverish lunges, while she hungrily sucked and licked at Maggie
Keele's undulating genitals, and he watched the expression of
wantonness on his Jeannie's face to the fulfilling animal-fucking
she was getting. But God, how he wished it was his own cock
bringing her such rapture! He shook his head foggily and rammed
forward to Sandy's back thrust, into the snug, moist canal of her
clasping cunt, his eyes moving down to fix on his hardened shaft
vanishing into the sucking pink-flesh of her hair-fringed vagina.
He moaned again and watched her pull away; he gaped with bated
breath at the tender, coral flesh pulling out with it, then
folding back inside as they slammed together once more. His
breathing increased, incited by the lewd scene, and suddenly she
began to squirm and writhe on its lengthy, aching impalement in an
obscene swirling cadence, and he felt the sudden grumbling in his
balls announcing the beginning of the very, very end, his cock-
head beginning to throb violently, deep inside the warm clutching
flesh of her cunt and belly ...!
In a fleeting glance, Ken caught sight of Maggie Keele's face
and knew that she was in the first throes of her own climax, as
well as was Sandy with his pulsating cock ramming jack-hammer like
into her omnivorously clasping passage. Then, the raven-haired
older woman whimpered loudly as she grasped at Sandy's head,
drawing it tightly up between her wide-splayed thighs, and he
almost felt the red-haired girl's bubble burst with wildly
building waves of pleasure racing through her loins and belly,
while he choked out a gasping oath and felt his pumping cock begin
to spew its white, hot load deep into her womb in jets of fiery
sperm that splashed obscenely around inside her ... then, Jean
raised her lust-contorted face and he saw the full extent of her
drug-incited passion ... her lust-glazed eyes grew round and wide
as she suddenly, as though her open vagina were spread-eagled over
a torturing fire, began to moan:
"Oooohhhh ... oooahhhh ... my God ... I-I-I ... I'm
cummmiiinnuggg!"
She wailed until her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob
and sigh, her beautiful young head twisting from side to side, her
long honey-blonde hair flailing wildly as she began the initial,
bowel-wrenching spasms of orgasm, screwing her smooth, rounded
buttocks back hard onto the thickening, driving, animal-cock with
salacious frenzy.
Ken watched it all in the wake of his own dynamic release ...
Kappy's long, saliva dripping tongue hanging loosely from the
mouth of his great head, panting and dripping wetly onto the
satiny tanned flesh of her back while he fucked into her greedily
clasping young pussy with feral viciousness. Then, Jean shrieked
once more, slamming her lushly trembling ass back against the dog-
cock with a frantic jerk as simultaneously the beast thrust
forward and his massively swollen cock began to squirt its hot,
animal sperm deep up into her hungrily devouring belly in long,
forcible streams. Again, Jean wailed, while her nakedly quivering
buttocks began to contract spasmodically, and all watched to see
the thickly white combination of human-animal cum nearly explode
back out from the swollen lips of her teenaged cunt.
* * *
What followed was still beyond the realm of Ken's thinking.
He wasn't certain, but he thought that his young wife, Jean,
fainted, though when he tried to go to her, he was caught by rough
male hands and swung abruptly around.
"Take him, Chief," Max ordered. "He's violated his probation
... using drugs ... lock him up! We'll take care of the
particulars in the morning. And don't be nice to him, eh? You
know how we feel about junkies, Bige ... the scum of the earth!"
Ken heard the police chief chuckle, while he, himself, stared
in disbelief at the Director's evil grin, but before he could put
up the meagerest struggle, he was being ushered forcibly from the
room and down the hallway, still naked and staggering from the
effects of all that had happened to him in the short, nightmarish
span of the last several hours ...
Chapter 12
Jean had awakened and lay that way for a long time unnoticed,
trying to familiarize herself with her cell-like surroundings and
place the voices of the two girls who sat beside each other on one
of the small beds, talking in low, confidential tones. Vaguely,
their faces, then their uniforms, registered. A nauseating
tightness gripped at her intestines and with a start, she raised
to her elbows.
"Wh-Where am I ... !" the blonde girl gasped, the sheet
falling away from her breasts, making her aware of her nakedness.
Modestly, she quickly drew the covering back up over their firm,
rounded fullness and stared at the rapidly approaching two who
both dropped on their knees beside her bed.
"So, at last you're awake, Baby," the red-haired teenager
Jean remembered as Sandy said and smiled. Tenderly, she took
Jean's hand to hold between her own. "We were beginning to wonder
if you were going to come out of it this month, weren't we,
Carla?"
"You sure can sleep, Honey," Carla replied with a pretty
smile of her own.
Jean could only stare at them in bewilderment, while her
swimming brain struggled to make sense from their statements ...
until slowly, a series of vile and horrifying recollections began
to flash through her mind, adding sudden anxiety to her quaimish
stomach. Her lovely green-eyes widened in growing panic. She
exclaimed:
"I-I'm in the Home, aren't I ...! Oh God ... aren't I ...?"
"There, there, Baby, now don't get yourself all up tight,"
Sandy soothed gently, chafing the blonde girl's hand between her
own.
"Tell me, for Lord's sake!" Jean choked, trying to raise up
once more. "Why have they put me here ...?"
Carla caught her shoulders, lightly but firmly pressing her
back down onto the bed. "All right, Honey, we'll tell you, but
you better make up your mind that it isn't going to help getting
all worked up! You've been hallucinating on acid for three days
and nights, and unless you get a firm grip on yourself you're
going to wind up in the booby ward ...! Okay? Is that clear
...?"
"Easy, Carla," Sandy said to the older girl. "You want to
send her right back on a mind- bender ...?"
"I want to snap her to her senses, and the first thing is to
make her understand her situation," Carla answered determinedly,
as if from experience, Jean thought, staring into the brunette's
dark, piercing eyes.
"It's ... it's all right ..." the blonde girl managed,
focusing her eyes on Sandy's attractive face. "I-I think I
understand ... and I'll try to ... to keep hold of myself ..."
"That's the girl," Carla praised, her lovely Latin face
warming in a white, toothsome smile.
"Can ... can you tell me why I'm here?"
"You were framed, Honey," Carla answered in a near-whispering
voice. "It's all part of the game here; they drugged you with LSD
then charged you for breaking your probation by using the stuff.
Obviously, either Papa or Mama Keele ... or maybe both, want to
keep you around for awhile."
"Oh ... oh, my God!" Jean gasped, vivid memories of her
obscene debauchery at their terrible orgy suddenly flashing
through her sickened brain once more. Then, she remembered: "And
... and Ken, my husband ...? Where is he ...?"
Neither of the girls answered immediately, until Carla
finally said: "We're not sure, Jean honey ... but probably upstate
..."
"Up ... upstate ...?" Jean repeated, her delicate complexion
blanching as the full meaning of the Latin girl's words inscribed
themselves in her mind. "You ... you mean ... prison ...?"
It was their expressions that told Jean she was accurate, for
neither girl chose to answer ... and in an uncontrollable burst of
tears she turned her back to them and wept despondently.
Oh God ... what was to become of them now? Would she ever
see her husband again ...? Oh ... oh, she wished she was dead ...
* * *
Seybor's ugly face broke into a nasty smirk as she gazed
across the desk at the raven-haired Superintendent who sat
leisurely in her large swivel-chair, petting Kappy's massive head
while he lay nobly beside her.
"Well, she's finally up and taking nourishment, Mrs. Keele.
I thought you'd like to know. She came out of it yesterday, but I
figured an extra day in the sack might help her acclimate."
For a moment, Maggie said nothing, only stared at her desk
while the Chief Matron's information classified itself mentally.
So, the little bitch had finally come back to earth ... which
meant she was ready for proper training. It was time she learned
that to defy Maggie Keele was to cut one's own throat around there
... and there was no forgiveness in her for the way the little
slut had ran out of her bedroom on the night of the Spaxtons
meeting ... Oh, she was going to pay all right ...!
"Very well, Seybor ... that sounds just fine," the statuesque
official replied finally, a licentious gleam beginning to sparkle
in her flashing dark-eyes, "because Kappy and I are right in the
mood for her! Bring her in ... I feel like some more pleasurable
fun and games ... how about you, Kappy darling?"
The gallant animal's barks of response seemed almost human
...!
Chapter 13
Not even the drab gray :Detention Home uniform she wore could
hide the lovely, honey-blonde haired girl's young voluptuous
curves as she walked along the dingy corridor ahead of the ugly-
faced Chief Matron. With striking, wide green eyes alertly
acknowledging unspoken words of encouragement from sister inmates
framed in the barred openings behind locked cell doors, and with
the firm little chin of her angelically beautiful, teenaged face
held proudly high, Jean Wilson moved with a defiant, almost
haughty gratefulness that neither the corrupt institution nor its
depraved keepers had been able to strip from her in the short
period she had been imprisoned.
Her wealth of long golden hair tumbling about her softly
sloping, feminine shoulders created a vestal-like aureole belying
the sensuous enticement of her high-set firmly thrusting young
breasts and the gentle, provocative sway to her smoothly rounded
hips and buttocks, and she was not unaware of the burning,
lecherous eyes of her keeper hungrily undressing her from behind
as she walked. She had already been schooled by her cellmates,
Sandy Jarvis and Carla Montez, as to the lustfully perverted
character of the ugly-faced, middle-aged woman. But, as her young
informers had advised, the chances of falling, or being "tossed,"
into the woman's hands were small as long as one pleased the madam
Superintendent and her equally lecherous, handsome spouse, the
state Director of Correction, a horrifying plight that both she
and her young husband, Ken, had already been subjected to.
In fact, at that very moment, Jean's unemotional expression
was but a facade hiding the inner turmoil of fear, degradation,
and heartbreak that had raged constantly within her since her
awakening from the drugged stupor Maggie and Max Keele had forced
upon both Ken and herself only days before. She could still
barely comprehend the obscene sexual abuses they had been
slavishly made to endure at the hands of an evil group of older
men and women called the Spaxtons. That their tormentors had been
wealthy and influential state officials of prominence only added
to her sense of helplessness; yet, as morally shattered and
fitfully despondent as she was, the determination to fight and
resist them still burned intently within her curvaceous young
body, and to all outward appearances she was far from being the
mind-broken sexual tool the stunningly beautiful Maggie Keele made
of her unfortunate inmates.
"This way, Wilson," the big boned, heavy breasted matron
known to Jean only as Seybor ordered, guiding her onto an elevator
with a painful knuckle in the small of her back. "And I'd advise
you to drop that snooty, stuck-up chin of yours a couple of inches
before you walk into the Super's suite. You ought to have learned
by now that she doesn't take kindly to smart-assed young pussy
like you, oh?"
Jean made no motion of acknowledgment to Seybor's lewdly
phrased statement, though she was well aware that what the coarse
woman had said was all too true. Whether it was a youthful envy,
or plain sadistic degeneracy on the part of the statuesque
superintendent, she didn't know and hardly cared. Her one concern
was, and had been, since emerging from her drugged coma, only of
her twenty-year-old husband, whom they had framed on false drug
charges as they had her, then had committed to a prison upstate.
Because of her age, seventeen, and for obvious other reasons
befitting their lustful desires, Maggie and Max Keele had seen to
it that she had been put in the Home.
God, she could still hardly believe the deplorably sordid
course of events which had placed her on that elevator ascending
them upward to the raven-haired superintendent's personal suite
... another impregnable den like the Keele private home some five
hundred years from the institution. A shudder of cold
apprehension rippled over Jean's soft, satiny flesh beneath the
plain, unattractive uniform. She had no idea why the austerely
ravishing official had taken such a dislike to her from the very
beginning, when she and Ken had been ordered to serve out their
probationary sentences as domestic servants in their private home.
But she unquestionably had ... and then had seductively coerced
Ken into illicit sex, while the handsome Director had raped ... or
at the very least, blackmailed her into a wantonly shameful sexual
performance she would never be able to wipe from her memory, any
more than she would the unbelievable bestial acts with their dog,
Kappy, that she had been a part of later on ...
"You know, Wilson, if you'd just smarten up a bit and be nice
to the right people around here, you'd have it made," Seybor
suggested, interrupting the exquisite blonde teenager's anguished
thoughts, a lurid half-grin playing around her homely, thin-lipped
mouth.
Immediately, a feeling of repugnance washed through Jean's
tremulous belly at the obvious meaning of the big Chief Matron's
advice, but she tried to ignore it. All the same, it brought to
memory the way she had run from the bedroom of Maggie Keele that
night of the terrible Spaxton meeting when the Superintendent,
enticingly naked, had nearly mesmerized her into a revolting
lesbian act ... and this, too, Jean realized, the stunning
official had not forgiven her for. She couldn't help but wonder
with that abominable experience plaguing her, why the woman had
sent for her, or what dreaded thing lay ahead ...
Abruptly, her thoughts were once more severed as she felt the
hot, heavy hand of the homely matron smooth caressingly over the
soft curve of one rounded, resilient buttock, and every muscle in
her young voluptuous body tautened abhorrence. Her reflexive
action was automatic as she pivoted and slapped the older woman
sharply across the face.
"Damn you! Don't you ever put your filthy hands on me
again!" Jean spat through clenched white teeth.
Momentarily stunned, Seybor could only stare in shocked awe
at her lovely young prisoner. Then: "Why ... why you stupid
little bitch!" she snarled in growing rage, her big unfeminine
hand covering the red splotch on her stinging cheek. "I'll break
your stuck-up ass for that ...!"
Realization of her unforgivable mistake stuck Jean with the
force of a paralyzing blow as the bigger woman started to grab
her, but simultaneously, the elevator doors opened and the enraged
Chief Matron caught herself, her small, red-rimmed eyes -blazing
with vehement hatred. Viciously, she licked at her lips that were
drained of blood, then slowly stretched them into a wicked leer.
"I-I'm sorry ..." Jean stammered, the fearful apology
tumbling from her lush, trembling lips. "I-I didn't mean ..."
"You'll be sorrier, bitch!" Seybor whispered raspily, the
humorless grin never leaving her distorted, heavy-jawed face.
"Now, I know I'm going to get you ... but I can wait ... Just
remember that, I can wait ... and when you're least expecting it
... I'll be there!" She laughed then, a lasciviously frightening
sound that caused a series of icy chills to race along Jean's
spine. "Come on, you stupid little cunt!" she ordered, jerking
the young girl from the elevator with a cruel hand grasping her
small wrist in a vise-like grip. "I'll wait my turn."
Jean was too upset to further resist the ill-tempered,
enraged Seybor's rough handling even had she dared. She stood
meekly by the large metal desk in the outer office which the
elevator opened into, the nebulous thought occurring to her that
the lift itself was the only accessible means to Maggie Keele's
private suite and this, the Chief Matron's office. Tenaciously,
she raised her chin once more, determined to carry off her false
courageous front even though the turmoil seething inside her had
driven her to the brink of desperate tears. Dear God, what was to
happen next ...?
"Mrs. Keele, I have Wilson here," the ugly-featured keeper
spoke into an intercom unit, never taking her angrily inflamed
eyes from the young blonde girl's resolute face.
"Good ... bring her in, Seybor," Jean heard the
superintendent's throaty voice order, this followed by a buzzing
sound that released the electric lock on the metal door before
her. The harrier slid open and suddenly she felt Seybor's knuckle
jab painfully into the small of her back once more, thrusting her
forward into the unexpected splendor of the luxuriously appointed
suite, the heavy door quickly closing with a decisive click behind
her.
Jean saw the raven-haired, ivory skinned beauty then, but not
behind a desk as she had anticipated, nor dressed in the customary
clothing a woman of her position might be expected to wear. There
was such an office-like arrangement in a small alcove at one
corner of the spacious, grandly furnished room, but Maggie Keele
day indolently sprawled on a satin-pillowed sofa at the opposite
end, a flowing, diaphanous black negligee the obvious single
garment covering her soft, lithe nakedness. A tall, cool-looking
drink sat upon a small table beside her, and on the floor rested
the handsome German shepherd dog, Kappy, a noble animal which Jean
had already been so humiliatingly introduced to.
The gallant brute arose to its feet and began wagging its
tail as if in recognition of her, and Jean couldn't deny the vague
sensations of excitement the sight of him aroused in her young
belly and loins, as well as in the deep recesses of her brain;
yet, it still seemed like some outrageous dream born out of the
drugged state she had unwittingly been subjected to.
"Well, it appears that Kappy remembers your little affair,
Jean darling," the striking, sensually clad brunette meaningfully
greeted, a lewd overtone to her smoky voice, while her dark-onyx
eyes sparkled as they swept lecherously up and down the lovely
blonde girl's unhideable soft curves. "Come over here beside me.
I want to look closer at you. And you, Kappy, lie down."
Jean did, but hesitantly, pausing several feet from the plush
sofa as the German shepherd responded to its mistress' command.
She saw then that what she had first surmised was so: the
Superintendent's voluptuous white nakedness was alluringly visible
through the wispy veil of the sheer negligee covering her. Though
she had to be fortyish, her rounded full breasts were erect mounds
of enviably firm white flesh, their nipple-capped peaks hardened,
berry-like buds. Jean couldn't limp her eyes from trailing
downward to her flat belly and the narrow slenderness of her waist
and further to the enticing flare of her hips. Her long, shapely
legs rested one over the other at the ankles, her rounded, full
white thighs erotically enhanced by the soft black curls of pubic
hair enshadowing their juncture. Nervously, Jean fidgeted with
her hands, the unexpected exhibitionism taking her off-guard and
momentarily, as it had before in the woman's bedroom, briefly
hypnotizing her.
"What's wrong, dear? Haven't you ever seen a naked woman
before? Or, perhaps it's just that I sensually arouse you ... is
that it?" Maggie Keele taunted, stirring languorously to provoke
her ivory-white charms into inciting ripples beneath the flimsy
material.
Jean felt her cheeks flushing hotly at the smirking woman's
insinuation. The spell was broken. All of the emotional
turbulence she had entered there with suddenly churned again
inside her, and this accompanied with a newborn raging anger at
the lecherous Superintendent's implied meaning.
"What are you trying to do to us?" she flung at her
hedonistic tauntress. "And why ... why?"
"Do to you ...?" Maggie repeated, the inflection of her husky
voice suggesting astonishment. She tilted her head slightly where
it rested against the fluffed satin of the pillow and let her
sparkling eyes soften. "My dear, I thought you understood that
I'm only trying to help you. That's why I had Seybor bring you
here to me ...
"Then why did you separate Ken and me? And why did you have
him sent upstate to the prison?" Jean shot at her, struggling
desperately to hold back the flow of tears which were ready to
burst from her young emotion-filled eyes. "We did nothing and you
know it! We were drugged right out of our minds, and you ... all
of you and your terrible Spaxtons used us like animals ... worse
than animals ...!"
"All right, that will do, Wilson!" Maggie Keele retaliated,
her throaty voice suddenly growing sharp with authoritative
impatience. She raised to a sitting position, swinging her small
feet to the floor, the negligee falling carelessly open to expose
nearly all of her naked, fully rounded breasts and a good measure
of ivory white thighs almost to the exotic crest of her silken,
hair-adorned loins. "I doubt that you're so stupidly naive as to
think that anyone would believe such a story. In fact, weren't
the two of you arrested in the first place for possession of
marijuana?"
"No, we were not!" Jean defended. "A boy that we had just
met had some, but Ken and I had no idea ..."
"Of course," Maggie said, cutting the lovely blonde girl
short and gaining her feet. "The detention homes and prisons are
filled with innocent people like you who swear they were framed."
The ravishing brunette picked up her tall drink and sipped from
it, making no effort to draw the loosened folds of her wispy
negligee over the revealed, smooth white flesh of her sensuously
displayed curves. "In both you and your husband's case, you
violated the probationary sentences that Mr. Keele, in his
kindness, managed to obtain for you by again using drugs in our
home. So, that's why you're here and Ken is in prison;"
"But ... dear God, I tell you we didn't and never have used
anything like that," Jean pathetically insisted, the tears
uncontrollably spilling down her soft, teenaged cheeks. "We were
drugged, Mrs. Keele ... and you know it! Oh God ... please ...
please let us go ... or at least, help Ken get out of that awful
prison ...?"
This was the moment that Maggie Keele had been waiting for,
that first touching instant of pitiableness when they began to
beg, and a ripple of sadistically lecherous excitement raced
through her insatiable, almost naked loins and belly. She had the
luscious little bitch now, had her at last ready to crawl ...
anything to save her husband, and she intended to savor every
delicious moment of it.
"Well now ... do I understand that you're begging me, Jean
darling?" the raven-haired Superintendent derisively put to her as
she sipped again from her glass. She half-smiled vindictively,
the obscene thoughts filling her mind causing her onyx eyes to
gleam with wanton lust. The voluptuous young bitch, she wouldn't
... couldn't run from her this time!
"Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes ... I'm praying to you," Jean
whimpered, wiping at her eyes with a facial tissue from her
pocket, refusing to listen to the inner voice of her own better
judgment. Anything ... any price wasn't too great for this boy
she loved ... "Please ... please help ...?"
Maggie moistened her sensuous lips with the pink tip of her
wet tongue. "And if I should, what do you offer in return, my
dear?"
An icy tingle of dread shivered upward along Jean's spine.
There wasn't the slightest inkling of a doubt in her tormented
young mind of what nature the ravishing lecheress' demands would
be. She stared with mounting apprehension into the beautiful
woman's waiting, licentious eyes, while inwardly she prayed for
the strength to do whatever would be expected of her. Oh God ...
"A-Anything ... whatever is necessary ..." Jean finally
whispered, chokingly. "B-But you must promise me that Ken will be
freed ..."
"We'll discuss that part of it later, Jean darling," Maggie
hissed, moving close to the girl until they nearly touched.
"Would you like a drink or something first? I have some pot if
you prefer. It might help ... like the acid did at the party."
Jean gaped at her. She had given herself away ... openly
admitted to drugging them ... the very reason Ken was in prison
and she there in her horrible situation at that very moment ...
yet there was absolutely nothing she could do about it ...
nothing, only give herself to the vile whims of this lust-filled
woman if she wanted to help her imprisoned husband ...!
"Well, speak up, damn it!" Maggie rasped impatiently.
"Drink, pot ... what?"
"Oh God..." Jean whimpered in confusion. She was no drinker,
and she'd truly never used drugs of any kind, but whatever sang-
froid and determination she had entered the female official's
suite with had completely deserted her. She had to have something
to rebolster her courage or she would never be able to go through
with it. "Yes ... yes, the marijuana ..."
Maggie took a step backward, a snide smirk creeping over her
severely perfect features. "So, the little girl who has never
used drugs chooses grass. Now, that's funny ... really funny."
Jean didn't bother to answer the woman's taunting remarks.
She knew it would be useless. Her choice had been based on the
information Ken had once casually passed to her, along with other
young people she had known. It was, they said, the lesser of the
two evils, and right at that dread-filled moment she wanted only
an immunity of feelings from whatever deplorable act was to come.
Subconsciously, she watched the enticingly voluptuous
superintendent move away from her toward a small table, her
veiled, naked loveliness provocatively visible as she walked, the
rounded fullness of her lush buttocks quivering with each step,
the shadowed crevice separating them raising a strange,
unexplainable sensation deep inside Jean's tense young belly.
Maggie returned carrying a small enameled chest which she
held open in front of her. "This is my private stock. It's
hashish ... the very best." She took one and waited for Jean to
do the same, then lighted them both with a table lighter.
"I ... honest ... Mrs. Keele, I've never smoked one before,"
Jean stammered, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at
the sweet-smelling smoke drifting up from the lighted end. "I-I
don't know what to do ..."
Maggie studied her, not knowing whether to believe the girl
or not. They were all such lying young bitches ... but this one
she wanted to totally possess and break to her will more than any
of her endless list of helpless victims. She had to see her
crawling, begging, willingly subjecting herself to the most
degrading, beautifully humiliating things she could imagine. She
said:
"Puff on it ... slowly at first ... like this ..."
Jean watched her draw in gently, but deeply, inhaling the
smoke in the same manner. With trembling hand and constant
reminders that she was doing it for Ken, she did as she was
instructed, finding the taste unusual but not unpleasant. She
repeated the act, inwardly praying once more that the drug would
completely numb her tormented senses, taking more and drawing it
deeper down into her lungs, desperately holding it there in the
manner of the sensuous woman watching her. Neither spoke for a
passing of minutes while Jean continued to experiment, her fear
that it was not going to have any effect on her constantly
mounting. After a few inhalations, she could barely notice it
going down. Almost frantically, she took a long, deep measure of
the smoke and held it as long as she could.
"I-It isn't working!" Jean heard herself exclaim, but her own
voice sounded a slight distance away.
Maggie smiled, her dark onyx-eyes gleaming knowingly. "Don't
worry, darling, it's working all right," she said, her voice also
seeming a long ways away to Jean. "Do you like it ...?"
"I-I don't know," the teenaged blonde lovely replied,
suddenly feeling surprisingly soft and buoyant. The longer she
withheld the smoke the more uplifted in spirits she seemed to
become. She saw Maggie Keele's exotic face smiling at her from
what appeared to be a great distance off, and it occurred to her
that she'd never realized what a breathtakingly beautiful woman
she was ... and then, Maggie was floating toward her ... holding
out her hands. A fleeting trace of apprehension raced through
Jean, passing immediately in the aura of warmth the drug had
spread through her entire, curvaceous young body...
The apparition seemed to engulf her and she sensed the
extended delicate hands on her breasts, causing an ensemble of
mixed emotions to tingle within her mind and immediately awakened
young body; yet she had no power, nor hardly the desire to resist.
She felt as if spellbound in her overwhelming state of delicious
intoxication while the exquisite face moved closer to hers and its
perfect, soft mouth closed down upon her own, tenderly, wetly,
warmly ... and finally with a growing urgency.
Her own lips felt strangely soft in response, and she sensed
them being pressed apart by the vision's sweet-tasting tongue,
sliding moistly between them into her mouth. The strong,
statuesque body came hard against her then, its thinly veiled
stomach and yielding warm loins beginning an intimate undulating
motion.
"You're a luscious girl, Jean darling," the husky voice
whispered hotly into her mouth. "You should never have run away
from me that night in my bedroom the way you did ... but I'll
forgive you if you make it up to me now ..."
"A-And Ken ...? Wh-What about him ...?"
"Shhh, we mustn't talk about him now ... or anyone but you
and me."
"I-I ... what do you want ... me to do?" Jean managed, the
enchanting woman's suggestions like a command to the lovely
teenager's anesthetized mind, as she slipped even more into the
ecstasy of her unfamiliar dream world.
Maggie hungrily kissed her again and Jean met her hot,
probing little tongue reflexive]y with her own as she felt the
eager hands caressing her aroused, swelling young breasts and
smoothing over her soft, resilient curves with intimate strokes
that were rapidly stimulating her lush, teenaged body. She felt
them move down to possessively cup and massage the slightly
quivering mounds of her rounded buttocks, drawing her tightly into
soft, silken loveliness ... and somewhere, a dog whimpered...
"I'm going to undress you now, my luscious doll," the smoky
voice breathed, to which Jean could not reply, but instead,
allowed herself to be drawn down onto the satin-pillowed sofa;
then, gentle expert fingers began to move excitingly over her,
removing her clothing.
Again, a brief sensation of repugnance at being touched so
intimately by another female flittered through Jean, but she would
not let it dwell there. Something horribly fascinating ...
strangely forbidden was happening to her ... and she was doing it
for Ken ... all for Ken, though at that moment she could no longer
quite fathom why. Whatever, she wanted it to continue ...! And
then, she was naked, as was the voluptuous apparition which was
again drawing her upward onto her feet. The cooling air of the
room bathed her curvaceous young body incitingly, bringing her
small pink nipples to a rigid hardness as Maggie Keele pressed
closer to her, brushing her ivory nakedness against Jean's soft,
supple young flesh, their sensitive little nipple tips touching,
their yielding full breasts flattening against each other's, their
lush, satin-smooth thighs meeting as did the silken triangles of
black and golden pubic curls between their long shapely legs.
Jean gasped with the erotic tremor of delight that rippled
over her now intensively sensitized flesh and through her drug-
dazed mind, as the beautiful woman's hands caressed her soft white
buttocks, spreading them apart to slip between and lewdly stroke
her tight little puckered anus with a lustful, if gentle, finger.
Once more, Jean shivered with alien excitement, sensing the
growing moisture up between her legs that had seeped from her
aroused vagina and ardently flushing pussy lips.
Suddenly, Maggie's soft hands slithered down her rounded hips
and smoothly tapered thighs as she lowered to her knees before her
and began kissing the satiny warm skin of their inner flesh,
working slowly upward to the sparsely covered, golden-haired lips
of her now hotly tingling cunt.
The lecherous superintendent's onyx eyes sparkled gem-like as
they locked on the narrow pink crevice where already a tiny
dewdrop of viscid moisture glistened from the girl's building
passion. Greedily, she flicked out her tongue-tip swiping its
fresh young deliciousness into her mouth; then she drew her hot,
wet tongue from the point where the pink ribbon of velvety flesh
enjoined the smooth cleft between Jean's lush buttocks, lightly
tracing the thin coral line separating her desire-swollen vaginal
lips through the golden entanglements of silken curls upward to
its very peak, feeling the tremor of erotic pleasure ripple over
the gorgeous girl's naked body. With her thumbs, she spread open
the soft outer cuntal lips until the teenager's delicate pink
clitoris came into full view before her, then she wetly licked at
it causing Jean to gasp out a choking moan.
Maggie pressed her backward to the sofa, and as she dropped
onto it, Jean felt her fully rounded thighs being raised and
pressed back toward her shoulders. She lifted her head to dazedly
watch the beautiful lecheress' face bury itself into her now
nakedly exposed loins, her short black tresses tauntingly grazing
the silken flesh of her quivering belly as she began to lick and
suck at her hot, wet cunt with a furious hunger.
Jean's cloud of moments before had begun to wear thin and she
found herself wishing she had smoked all of the euphoric
cigarette. The mind-bending sensations Maggie Keele was firing in
her sensitive young loins and causing to flutter intensively in
her teenaged belly were breathtaking; yet even as she began to
uncontrollably writhe and squirm beneath the woman's burning,
lustful tongue and sucking lips, revulsion toward the obscene
lesbian act reared within her. Her upbringing and natural
instincts were in total contrast, and she had never in her
remotest dreams believed she could willingly be a party to such
perversion. But then, vaguely, she remembered Ken and her reason
for submission to the majestic woman's salacious depravity ... she
had promised to help free him from prison ... yes ... yes! And
there she must lie on her back with her legs obscenely raised
high, her soft, tingling thighs spread wide beneath this
beautifully wicked creature whose hot, wet mouth and probing
tongue were bringing her unbelievable, forbidden pleasure ... and
she was going to help them ... yes ... yes!
Oh God! She was sucking her tiny, sensitive clitoris and
nipping at it with her taunting white teeth, sending almost
violent spasms of lust-building intoxication spiraling through
her. It was near maddening ... erotically maddening! Then,
suddenly, her searching tongue had moved downward and was sliding
smoothly in and out of the hot, moistened walls of her vagina,
wetly rotating around the thinly bearded edges of its elastic-
tight mouth, slipping deeply up inside her again as her passage
dilated receptively to the woman's licentious love-making.
An unrestrainable shudder raced over Jean when she felt her
obscenely spread buttocks being raised by the long, slender hands
cupping the resilient, fleshy cheeks, and she voluntarily now held
her own knees tight to her breasts as she sensed the hot, lust-
provoking tongue trail downward through her smooth, hairless
crevice to her tiny, sensitively flexing anus. It licked with a
mind-shattering wantonness that raised guttural moans from deep in
her chest; then its tip pressed firmly between the hairless, baby-
like lips of the excited little hole, penetrating but a fraction
of an inch, even though the erotically incited teenager had tried
to help by relaxing her anal muscles to the fullest degree. And
then, once more the deliciously wicked, hot tongue returned to her
inflamed cunt, darting up into her like a frightened little
serpent and always flicking back to her quiveringly erect
clitoris, while the pressure mounted wildly in her fervid young
loins.
Abruptly, Maggie Keele raised her head and smiled. Jean
lowered her legs slowly, a wave of disappointment at the loss of
the pleasure-bringing tongue flittering through her.
"Come down and kiss me, you luscious little love-bitch," the
raven-haired woman hissed sensually.
Jean immediately sat upright while Maggie got to her knees
between her still lewdly spread legs. Obediently, she wrapped her
arms around the woman's neck, planting her soft, young lips on the
moist, glistening mouth, tasting the poignant flavor of her own
vaginal secretions there. The reaction of her aroused senses set
off new infusing excitement coursing madly through her.
Finally, Maggie said: "I think it's time for another
cigarette. We'll share this one, my little pussy-girl."
"Yes ... yes ..." Jean whispered, the woman's lewd and lust-
rousing love-terms adding inexplicable fuel to her ever-building
desire.
She watched the tantalizing movement of the woman's alluring
nakedness as she crossed the room to the little enameled box. Her
dazed, green eyes clung magnetically to the enticing little sway
of her smoothly rounded buttocks, the stirring sight sensuously
affecting her. It occurred to her then, that she had never fully
realized the provocative beauty in a woman's body ... the erotic
enchantment of it ... the forbidden desire it could create ...
Maggie returned dragging deep and holding the marijuana smoke
in her lungs before she lay down on the sofa beside her, extending
the cigarette. Jean took it and did the same.
God! What was happening to her? It was all unexplainable in
words. She had never before known such rapturous sensations. She
sucked deeply and held it, the velvety softness immediately
swooping down to envelop her. She handed the cigarette back to
her lecherous lover and simultaneously, her hand, as if of its own
volition, reached for the woman's lush, firmly resilient breast.
Maggie gasped in pleasant surprise at the soft, unexpected
touch. "Ughnnnn ... do you like them, my little cunt-girl ...?"
"Y-Yes ... oh yes ..." Jean whispered, moving close to the
beautiful woman's naked white body, trying to cuddle tightly
against it.
Eagerly, Maggie engulfed her in her arms and held her,
smiling in self-satisfaction down at her lovely young face. It
was more than she had even remotely expected. The pot had
completely bent the luscious young bitch's brain ... destroyed her
moralistic judgment and raised the basic, natural instincts to
take command of her impassioned young flesh. Wild sensations of
carnal lust charged through the older woman as she placed the
cigarette between her lips and ran her hot hand down over Jean's
soft, smooth belly, and down further to her vibrantly wet pussy,
drawing a finger upward between the moist, flushed lips.
Jean moaned, attempting to move closer as Maggie cupped her
own erect full breast and pressed its hardened nipple into the
girl's young, receptive mouth. She began to suck hungrily, her
small hand coming up to tenderly hold and caress the resilient
mound of warm, white flesh.
"Y-You delicious baty-bitch!" Maggie salaciously gasped.
"You love to suck my titties, don't you? Don't you?"
"Mmmmm ... Mmmmm," Jean moaned in her overwhelming drugged
passion.
"Damn ... damn!" the beautiful, naked brunette cursed, the
sight of the long blonde-haired teenager's lovely face and lush
young lips glued so possessively to her breast firing her lust to
even greater intensity. "Well now well see how well you like to
eat cunt!" She smiled, tossing the cigarette into an ashtray and
quickly maneuvering her voluptuous nakedness until she straddled
Jean's prostrate form lying dreamily upon its drug-induced cloud,
moving up until her rounded white buttocks flattened the young
girl's erect, high-set breasts hard down against her chest.
Jean looked up at the beautiful face knowingly, remembering
the intense erotic pleasure the woman's hot, moist tongue had
brought her, a strange forbidden feeling of reciprocation filling
her. Yet, even in her drugged state, she realized that she had
never committed such an act of lesbianism before ... but she
wanted to ... Yes, she wanted to! Then, Maggie was raising up
until her wet, hair-fringed cunt was directly over Jean's
excitedly gasping mouth ... and she licked out readily with her
tiny, moistened tongue, spreading the dark pubic curls, drawing it
experimentally up through the length of glistening velvety flesh.
"Uuuuuuuuunnnnnngggghhh!" Maggie Keele groaned passionately
as unprecedented sensations of raging desire charged hotly through
the teenaged girl's curvaceous white body at the wickedness of her
perverted act. She reached up with trembling, eager hands to
grasp tightly the beautiful woman's smoothly flared hips, pulling
her loins down closer as she raved her wildly flitting little
tongue through the hot, pink folds of her warmly secreting cunt
... exploring her erect quivering clitoris and the seethingly
moist walls of her vagina, her own passionately inflamed desires
continuing to mount within the exotic rapture clouding her brain.
Wildly, Jean's growing lust burned inside her as she
continued to lick and suck at the hotly moistened loins up between
the older woman's beautiful, widespread thighs. Her small, soft
hands clutched at the full, rounded mounds of the softly yielding
buttocks, while the latter, her hands smoothing down over her
nakedly trembling belly, salaciously parted the flushed, hair-
lined lips of her pink sensuous cunt with her fingers on either
side, exposing the intricate velvety folds of coral-hued flesh to
the young girl's open, avid mouth and lashing tongue.
"Oh damn ... damn!" Maggie choked in her uncontrollable
passion, at last noticing the way the curvaceous blonde teenager's
hips and buttocks had begun to writhe and squirm in under her.
"Get up on your knees and let me lie down!" she exclaimed
suddenly. "I want to watch Kappy fuck you from behind while you
eat my cunt! Hurry!"
Something vague, yet familiar, both exciting and degradingly
abominable passed through Jean's memory bank, but she could no
longer think intelligently; she merely stared in passion-filled
entrancement, her wet, seething young pussy forcing her
unquestionable decision with its insane desire for fulfillment.
Drunkenly, she tried to get to her knees between the beautiful
woman's long, widespread white legs.
"Hurry ... and lift that luscious young ass higher!" Maggie
rasped licentiously, and Jean did, raising her naked white
buttocks high in the air.
"Come, Kappy! Up! Fuck her, Baby! Fuck her!
Jean felt the weight of the powerful animal leap onto the
sofa behind her, and as her softly hanging young breasts swayed
beneath her chest and her belly quivered uncontrollably, she
looked up at the beautiful raven-haired woman to see her drug-
sparkling eyes gleaming obscenely as she directed the German
shepherd back to her vulnerable white buttocks.
Chapter 14
Jean could not qualify the apprehensive repugnance that
continued to wash through her in helpless waves, even as her
desire for sensual fulfillment raged out of control in her drug-
fogged mind. She sensed the warm animal breath of the sniffing
dog brushing against her intensively inflamed genitals and again
she looked at the taunting older woman who was watching
salaciously with eagerly waiting eyes.
God ... she wanted to scream ... to do anything that might
break the drugged cocoon of lust that was helplessly imprisoning
her ... but then she felt the wet animal nose tease against her
tiny exposed anus, making her jerk uncontrollably forward with the
erotic shock. Abruptly, she sensed Kappi's hot, wet tongue snake
out and lick moistly up and down the smooth, deep crevice
separating her lewdly upraised buttocks. It taunted the tiny
recessed circle of her anal ring, then began licking at the pink,
slightly revealed flesh of her desire-moistened aunt, running the
full length of it, until she sensed Maggie's impatient hand
squeezing her sensitively hanging breast.
"Spread your legs wider apart! Wider, damn it!" the
beautiful lecheress commanded. "Open that young bitch-cunt to
him!"
"Oh ... oh God ... please ... I-I ..."
"Do as I tell your" Maggie snapped, and she did, unable to
help herself.
Again, the massive dog ran its hot, thick tongue the full
length of her young vulnerable loins. He licked all the way up and
down from the snugly clenched little mouth of her rectum to the
hotly flushed lips of her helplessly spread pussy. Time and
again, the great dog repeated the act, its hotly searing tongue
laving through her soft, hair-fringed young cunt lips as if
obscenely trained to the performance, spreading her vaginal slit
open in the tenderest, most sensitive parts until she began to
unrestrainably squirm and writhe her naked buttocks back at his
hungry, animalistic lapping of her helplessly unprotected loins.
Once more, Jean gaped in shamed futility at the nakedly
reclined superintendent, realizing the uselessness of the gesture
even as she did it, angry with her own self in her drugged, mind-
bent world as the exciting sensations the brute was adding to her
already insane lust was beginning to take command of her.
God! She was losing all sense of control! She whimpered
erotically as Kappy again drew his thickly splaying tongue the
full length of her wet, seething cuntal crevice. Unwittingly, she
tried to widen her knees further to open the throbbing pink flesh
between her now voluntarily straining thighs more completely to
him. His ravishing animal tongue thrust wildly through the wetly
flooding flesh, teasing at the mouth of her welcoming vagina and
licking at her helplessly squirming loins mercilessly. Then, she
saw the raven-haired woman drawing her knees all the way back to
her breasts so that her naked, silken-haired cunt and widespread
buttock cheeks were lewdly presented to her.
At that moment, Jean felt the powerful animal mount her from
behind, its hard, furry body crowding in toward her defenselessly
raised buttocks, powerful forelegs clutching like hairy male arms
at the white satiny flesh of her rounded hips. The beautiful
beasts lashing tongue had set her already seething loins afire
with mind-shattering desire and as she turned her head to look
back, she caught their entire obscene reflection in a
strategically placed wall mirror. The sight of the handsome
German shepherd mounting the spread white moons of her smoothly
ovaled buttocks, plus that of the raven-haired older wombats
curvaceous nakedness, her ivory-white thighs pulled back in lewd
presentation of her sensuously moist cunt to be licked and sucked,
sent unbelievable sensations of lascivious carnality racing
through Jean's drug-incited brain and body.
She breathlessly gaped at the sight of Kappy's glistening,
scarlet penis as it emerged from its long sheath, wet and hard,
the drippingly tapered end slipping and dancing as it probed the
damp, pink crevice of her voraciously hungering young cunt. She
felt the strong animal body jerk against the flesh of her softly
yielding buttocks as he tried to penetrate the moist steaming
mouth of her vagina with the thickly pointed shaft of jerking
cock-flesh.
"Reach back and spread your cunt to help him, damn it!"
Maggie rasped lustfully, as she, too, watched with glazed,
rapacious eyes the reflection in the mirror of her own slender,
feminine hand moving down between her obscenely spread thighs to
lewdly work a probing index finger smoothly in and out between the
blood-swollen lips of her moistly contracting cuntal passage.
With an escaping sensual moan, Jean shifted her quivering
white buttocks about in an effort to capture the dog's lengthening
hard cock, the impassioned tension burning inside her mounting to
nearly an unbearable point. Dear God, she wanted ... had to have
the long, thick animal prick inside her seething, moist cunt ...
racing up into her soft, fire-filled belly before she went mad
with her building desire! She reached back between her lewdly
spread thighs, grasping the slippery animal organ, guiding its
pulsating, hot tip to the wetly lubricated mouth of her hungrily
nibbling vagina. She moved it up and down several times to part
the thin blonde pubic hair and immediately the beast thrust
upward, spearing her inflamed cunt-channel open wider and wider as
it buried the long rod of thickened, hard animal penis deep up
into her hotly squirming young cunt hole.
Maggie watched in licentious fascination as the thick scarlet
rod of dog-cock slithered forward with a wet, bestial charge until
it was sunk to the hilt, Kappy's hairy, sperm-bloated balls
swinging wildly into the softness below the young girl's damp,
golden pussy hair.
"Oh God ..!" Jean choked out, her wide green eyes staring
glazedly as the great dog began to fuck jerkily into her from
behind while she subconsciously watched Maggie's several immersed
fingers moving sleekly in and out of her own pink, moistly splayed
cunt. "Ooooohhhh ... oooohhhh ... oooohhhh," she chanted in
sensuous release, beginning to screw her lush young buttocks back
with an obscene rhythm to meet the animal's powerfully long
strokes into her.
Maggie watched in lewd fascination, her slender fingers
pummeling the lubricious raw flesh of her own insatiable pussy,
while her eyes locked on her young prisoner's ecstatically
contorted face, enraptured by the supreme fucking Kappy was giving
her. She watched her full, whitely quivering breasts dancing and
swaying beneath her writhing young torso, keeping cadence with the
huge animal's heavy lengthed cock fucking deeper and deeper into
her from behind, his strong sinewy body smacking and spreading
further apart the soft white moons of her upraised buttocks with
every solid stroke. It was a merciless piston of glistening
animal sinew, sinking to its full depths into her soft, fire-
enraged belly.
Suddenly, Maggie reached down and entwined her long fingers
in Jean's honey-blonde tresses to lustfully press the passion-
crazed girl's lovely face downward between her drawn-up,
widespread thighs into the moistoned, hair-fringed flesh of her
burning loins, feeling the unhesitant teenager's hot, wet tongue
begin to lick voraciously at the glistening, velvety folds of her
widely splayed cunt ... the lush softness of her ovaled lips
sucking wildly at her erect, tiny clitoris. Then, the length of
the lust-incited girl's searing little tongue darted feverishly up
into her clasping vaginal hole, slashing, swirling, sucking ...
while Maggie felt her young, hot breaths coming in tight gasps
against her sensitive, inner cunt flesh, all of the time rotating
her luscious white ass cheeks furiously, grinding them back onto
Kappy's massive cock like a bitch animal in heat.
Damn, it was more than she had ever conceived in her
lecherous mind; the breathtaking young Venus had lost all control,
and at that moment was little more than a deranged mass of
sensually perspiring female flesh. The lewdly erotic sight was
more than Maggie could any longer stand. Her own climax was about
to erupt inside her from the beautiful mouthing of her screaming
hot cunt that the ecstasy-maddened girl was administering. She
tossed back her beautiful head in an unrestrainable spasm, wailing
deeply as the bubble burst and waves of orgasmic pleasure rocketed
through her insatiable loins and belly, causing her long shapely
legs to jerk out spasmodically on either side of Jean's golden
head buried deep between her quaking white thighs.
Abruptly, Jean lifted her sensuously slackened face to cry
out a guttural sound from deep in her own chest. Her glazed green
eyes grew round and wide as she blurted: "Ooohhhh Godddd ... I
can't stand it! I-It's too much ... too much!" And her voice
died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her head tossing
wildly from side to side, her long blonde hair flailing crazily as
she began the first convulsions of climax, screwing her wildly
undulating buttocks back onto the driving, long, thick animal cock
with wanton depravity.
Maggie watched in the mirror, reveling in her triumph over
the rebellious young bitch as Kappy's long dripping tongue hung
loosely from the open mouth of his head, panting and dropping
saliva onto the white satiny flesh of Jean's smoothly hollowed
back, while the beast fucked with savage fury into her insanely
contorting buttocks from behind. Then, Jean shrieked and slammed
her lush, rounded ass back against the assaulting animal with a
desperate, frantic jerk as simultaneously the brute thrust forward
and his massive cock began to spew its heated animal sperm deep up
into her desperately constricting belly with long hard spurts.
Again, the blonde teenager screamed, her smoothly tautened
white ass cheeks beginning to contract convulsively while Maggie
watched the mirror to see the combination animal-human, thick cum
seep licentiously from her tightly clenching cunt-mouth, which was
still clasping and milking Kappy's slowly deflating cock, thin
rivulets of the sticky white fluid running obscenely down the
velvety-sleek columns of her inner thighs. At last, she collapsed
on top of Maggie's loins, giving one last gasping sigh of release
before fainting ...
The victoriously smiling superintendent ran her hand through
the entangled mass of silky, golden hair and smiled possessively
down at her. "You luscious little bitch," she whispered to
herself. "And that was just the beginning ... Before I'm
finished with you, you'll like pussy so much you'll even beg to
eat old Seybor's cunt ..."
Chapter 15
It was not a week since Carol Heath had excitedly informed
her twenty-six year old husband that what they had learned by
whispered rumor was actually so: there was such an organization as
the Spaxtons and their boss, Max Keele, was undoubtedly an
important cog in its existence and operation. In fact, the
supposition of the so-called social club---an under-the-breath
tale whispered in notable circles of power and influence, with
elaborate tributaries of extra-curricular sexual activities as a
potent part of the club's secret ritual---had been their basic
reason for migration from the capital to seeking positions in the
State Juvenile Detention System.
They had come well recommended from their last positions in
the capital, and the handsome Max Keele, Director of Juvenile
Correction, had not hesitated to hire them on their merits: Jack
as a parole officer and she as the Director's personal and private
secretary, a capacity she had learned that very afternoon was not
without its arousing compensations. Although she had felt quite
confident from the very beginning that she could lure her good-
looking, gray-haired boss into making a pass, Carol had not
anticipated the inciting sensual effect his athletic, if middle-
aged, masculinity was about to have on her. God, she'd had all
she could do to keep from giving herself to him right there in his
office! But somehow she had managed to retain control of her
wits, remembering that it was the bid into the Spaxtons for Jack
and her that she sought ... where lawyers became judges overnight,
and men were even chosen as gubernatorial nominees, a powerful
circle which could make the difference in one's entire ambitious
future ... to say nothing of its sexual delights.
Moving dutifully from bath to bedroom of their apartment as
she rinsed out personal things to occupy herself while she waited
for her late-working husband, the vivacious, twenty-two year old
wife could not rid her mind of the handsome and powerful Max
Keele, nor the way he had held her when he'd kissed her that
afternoon, his heavy virile hardness pressuring hotly against the
soft yielding flesh of her quivering belly. God, she had only to
think of it and she could feel the warm moisture dampening the
thin nylon strip of her panties between her legs. An erotic
little shiver passed over her voluptuous young body beneath the
sheer black negligee she wore, causing her supple curves to ripple
enticingly even in the hampering wisp of lacy bra and bikini
panties. Subconsciously, she brushed her long strawberry blonde
hair behind her shoulders, seated herself at the vanity and
prepared to do her nails ... anything to occupy her mind.
She just hoped that she wouldn't seem to over-enthusiastic
when she informed her husband that they were invited for dinner at
the Keele's tomorrow night, and without coming right out and
blatantly saying as much, her politically powerful employer had
given her to understand what was to be expected of them, if they
hoped to get a membership bid into the secret organization. It
was obviously a matter of "proving their mettle" first, as the
ruggedly handsome Director had put it with a sly, meaningful
smile; yet he had never so much as verified the existence of the
Spaxtons, but merely suggested that he felt certain the beautiful
Mrs. Keele would enjoy Jack's company as fervidly as he would her
own.
Once more, a tiny shiver of erotic incitement rippled over
Carol's curvaceously enchanting young body. She smiled to
herself, thinking that in the three years of their marriage she
had never been able to hide from Jack her natural exuberance that
choice excitement aroused in her ... and Max Keele had provoked
such stimulation. Not that swapping was a new thing to them; it
had, in fact, been the hidden factor that had saved their marriage
when after the first month they had both been ready to go separate
ways. Their introduction into a small neighborhood "exchange"
club in the capital had practically cured all of their marital
differences, letting them focus their combined energies on one
shared goal ... the ambition to reach the top ... and now it
looked very much as if they were about to resolve that situation.
Her lovely self-smile broadened as she recalled the night a
week before when she had breathlessly told her good-looking young
husband that she at last had discovered proof of the Spaxtons
existence. He had worked late, much longer than usual chasing
down a calloused, habitual runaway girl who had chosen to violate
her probation from the Home after two weeks, and he'd been very
tired. He'd welcomed the stiff bourbon-soda she concocted for him
while he loosened his tie and collar, stretching out in his
favorite chair. With head resting back, he had watched her,
dressed in her usual negligee over panties and bra ensemble, fold
down into one corner of the sofa, tucking her feet beneath her,
the tiny lights in her blue eyes obviously making her look like
the cat that ate the canary.
He half-grinned over at her and said, "Okay, carrot-top,
let's hear it before you explode."
She couldn't hold back her little giggle. "All right," she'd
answered enthusiastically, "and brace yourself, honey. I heard
Max Keele talking to old Judge McGraw on the phone today, and he
mentioned the Spaxtons ... something about their next meeting!
So, we were right ... the organization does exist and Max Keele is
a member ... probably the most important member!"
"So ...? Not to belittle your information, baby," Jack had
casually replied, "but we were already fairly certain of that
fact, weren't we ...?
"Fairly certain, but not positive, darling," she'd reminded
him. "Now, we are!"
He had nodded, realizing that she was right. Prior to this,
they had been acting on supposition only. Her little smile of
excitement had been contagious and he couldn't withhold his own in
response.
"What else did you accidentally hear with those shell-like
ears, Mrs. Heath?" he teased, drinking from his glass.
She had managed a habitual pout. "Not much, I'm afraid.
There's to be a meeting soon, but I don't know where or when."
She had bolted from the sofa and gone over to drop onto her knees
between his stretched-out, spread legs, resting her chin on
clasped hands and looking up at him. "Oh ... Mr. Keele chucked me
under the chin rather suggestively as he was leaving the office,
and I caught him looking at my legs a half-dozen times ... if
either of those incidents might interest you, my ambitious
husband."
"Mmmmmmm," he'd mumbled, letting his brow furrow
intentionally. "Flitting your bottom around the place, I suspect
... trying to drum up a little attention. Well, don't think you
were the only one being scrutinized. The beautiful Madam
Superintendent dropped by while you were out for coffee, and I was
suggestively given the once-over."
"Really? I didn't know," she had said, an uncontrollable
twinge of jealousy spiraling through her. "S-She is actually
beautiful, isn't she?"
"Quite ... and like the battery, 'Eveready' I'd guess."
For a long moment she had said nothing. There was no room
for jealousy in their mutual arrangement, she knew; only honesty
was the prime requisite ... no hanky-panky without letting the
other know, and certainly it had proved to be a beautiful
relationship. She had forced the little green-eyed monster back
into its mental cage and filled her mind with their prospective
future.
"God ..." she had whispered, a touch of avarice replacing her
jealousy of the moment before. "Do ... do you really think we can
do it, Jack...? I mean, get a bid to join? You know what it can
mean for you. I-It isn't as if we haven't gone the swinging route
before ... and thoroughly enjoyed it. In fact ... I miss the old
gang terribly, don't you?"
Her tired young husband had laughed, obviously noting the
sudden caressing movements of her hands along his inner thighs
toward the concealed flaccid member inside his trousers. She had
sat there all evening, sipping at sherry and reliving erotic
memories with mutual friends who had hated to see them leave the
capital, and imagining more exciting and productive visions to
come, if and should, they be able to crack the Spaxton barrier.
After all, that had been their basic reason for resettling, hadn't
it?
In answer to her questions, he had said: "In the order they
came, Baby: yes, I believe we can get a bid ... providing you
continue to taunt big Max with that luscious, rounded ass of yours
... and I do know what it can mean for me ... for both of us,
doll. As for the swinging route, I miss the old gang as much as
you do ... but Maggie Keele could help fill that void with very
little effort on her part. Okay? Questions answered?"
"Pretty well ... except I want to know if you miss Diane
Hudson that much?" she had put to him, pouting once more.
He had laughed at her teasingly. "No more than you miss Jim,
I'll wager."
"That much?" she'd taunted, letting her big blue eyes widen
even more while her hand began to stroke his stiffening penis
inside his pants. And God, what a beautiful night of love-making
that had been, she remembered as she meticulously buffed her long,
well manicured nails.
Still, she couldn't recall when any man since Jack had so
aroused her as the handsome Director of Correction. Lord, and he
had to be old enough to be her father ... at least fifty; yet
there was something in the dominating way he carried himself that
had set little tingles glowing inside her since the first day she
had walked into his once. And that afternoon they had all
culminated into one electrifying jolt which had nearly caused her
to lose all control ...
Of course, she had brought it onto herself with her continual
little seductive acts and actions, the short miniskirts and
revealing blouses she wore, all of it being a part of Jack and her
scheme to lure the big man into making a pass, a task she had
performed with much inner relish. What she hadn't counted on was
the over-whelming virility of the massive man and the manner in
which it had nearly melted her inside. She still wasn't quite
sure how she had managed to out-maneuver the handsome creature
whose big, hot hands had her almost out of her mind ... nor
whether she should tell Jack the whole truth his tremendous
sensual effect on her. God, she certainly didn't want to spoil
everything for them now that they had gotten this far ... and
especially before the dinner party tomorrow night. And her
wonderful young husband wasn't beyond his jealousy moments either
... especially when he thought that her feelings might go beyond
their agreed limits of an extracurricular sex party ...
She had been in Max Keele's private office looking through
his files for some papers he had specifically requested, while he
sat behind his huge desk watching her from across the room.
Naturally, she hadn't been unaware of his steel-gray eyes
methodically undressing her as she pretended to lose herself in
her search, ignoring his presence outwardly, while inside, tiny
fermentations of growing excitement began to thump slowly, like a
heartbeat, through her young belly and loins. It was almost as if
she could intuitively perceive that the exact time for a most
fetching piece of strategy was at hand, and accordingly, without
allowing herself a moment to reconsider, she closed the upper
drawer and bent down to pull open the lowest one. Then, without
losing her young lady-like grace, she squatted on her haunches,
her tiny miniskirt bunched up almost to the sweeping arch of her
rounded hips, the thin band of her sheer nylon panties between her
legs and the satiny-white flesh of her full soft thighs above the
silken sheen of hose on peekaboo display before the big man's
lecherously staring eyes.
Exactly what happened from that point, Carol was not certain.
Abruptly, Max Keele moved with an unexpected agility from behind
his desk, and then he was closing and locking the one door that
led from the ornate, high-ceilinged room to her small office. She
hardly dared to look up, let alone raise herself out of her
provocative, intentionally assumed position, both apprehension and
maddening anticipation mounting rapidly within her. He was over
her then, his big, powerful hands reaching down from behind to
take hold of her beneath the arms and lift her as if she were
weightless. He turned her about effortlessly, crushing her to him
inside his strong arms, flattening her full thrusting young
breasts against his massive chest as his hot mouth came down to
engulf her tongue-moistened, lush lips.
"Ohhhh!" she had gasped the moment he raised his handsome
mouth from hers and she caught her breath, her soft belly and
loins alive with intensively aroused sensations. "I-I don't un-
understand, Mr. Keele ... What are you doing...?"
"The hell you don't!" he whispered raspily down into her
flushed face. "You've flaunted this luscious ass of yours before
my eyes just about long enough," he added, smoothing his huge, hot
hands down her back to unhesitantly cup and massage the rounded
twin moons of her resilient, trembling buttocks. "Now, I'm going
to have some of it, baby ... a great big juicy piece of it!"
"But ... oh please, Mr. Keele ... ohhhh..." Carol had
protested, and not without a good measure of sincerity. As much
as this was the very situation both she and Jack had luridly hoped
to produce, she realized that to give in to him then and there
might well be the end of it all for them ... like playing her
highest trump card too early in the hand. Yet even though she
perceived this in a racing maze of thought patterns, the near-
irresistible influence of his enveloping masculinity as he held
her crushed tightly against him, kissing her at will while the
long, thick hardness of his stiffening penis pressed into the
soft, yielding flesh of her trembling belly and fervidly
moistening loins, was rapidly destroying her capacity to think
straight. "Oh ... oh please ... we shouldn't ... no ... not
here..." she gasped as his huge, hot hands smoothed their way up
in under her tiny skirt from behind to caress and knead the sheer
nylon-covered spheres of her full, firm buttocks, clutching them
tightly and forcing her churning, pliant belly, loins, and flushed
thighs tighter against the growing heat of his pulsating rod of
thick hardness.
Again, he kissed her, thrusting his hot, wet tongue between
her ripe, half-opened lips and into the receptive cavern of her
mouth to find her own in a moist, lingual caress. Simultaneously,
he moved one busy hand around to wedge between them while he held
her secured against him with the other. Carol gasped into his
mouth when she felt his huge, warm hand moving between the naked
flesh of her soft, tingling thighs to first stroke then cup the
entire puffy area of the dampened hair-fringed genitals between
her legs, gently squeezing and massaging her flushed vaginal lips.
She felt like a toy in his arms, and before she could protest
further, she sensed one long, thick finger worm its way beneath
the thin nylon crotch-band of her wispy panties to slip up through
the now lubriciously sensitive flesh of her pussy crevice, sending
spasms of wild sensations racing through her voluptuous young body
to her brain as he skillfully taunted her tiny, erect clitoris.
"Oh ... oh my God!" she choked breathlessly, her arms wrapped
tightly around his neck as he continued to tease and stroke her
hot, wet cunt with his lewdly working fingers ... at last, moving
down to worm its long, thick length smoothly up into the clasping,
moist channel of her tingling vagina. "Ooooohhhh ... no ... you
mustn't, d-darling...! N-Noooo ... not here ... like this ...!"
"What the hell do you mean ... not here like this?" Max Keele
hissed in a deep, lust-filled voice, the feel of her velvety
seething cuntal flesh clasping wetly around his imbedded middle
finger causing the lengthy thickness of his hardened cock to begin
pulsating achingly against the supple flesh of her quivering
little belly. "What're you trying to pull, baby ... some sort of
cock-tease game? Because if you are, you've chosen the wrong guy,
eh? You teasing little bitch I'm going to fuck that sweet cunt of
yours until you can't see straight!"
"Oh ... oh, my God!" Carol whimpered in mounting
helplessness, his use of the sensually inciting four-letter words
arousing her unrestrainable desire even more, until subconsciously
she realized that she had unconsciously slackened her thighs for
him and was undulating her sensuously trembling buttocks in
uncontrollable response to the thickly buried finger in her warmly
stimulated vagina. "Please ... please ... I didn't mean to ..."
"Oh yes you did," her handsome, middle-aged employer
interrupted her panting words while he continued to smoothly
finger her passion-moistened, dilated cuntal passage and she
writhingly squirmed with ungovernable sensuality in his
imprisoning arms. "And this isn't the first time you've given me
the come-on Mrs. Heath. I've watched you toss this beautiful
little ass around the office now for weeks ... and the goddamned
see-through blouses just barely hiding those gorgeous tits. Come
on, what is it you want ... and what did you expect me to do, if
not just what I'm doing?"
It was at that lustfully intoxicating moment that she had
realized he could throw her down on the rug and fuck her then and
there if he wanted, that she hadn't the power to resist him. Her
erotically fired young body was alive with maddening sensations
racing through her from his long, thick finger fucking into her
hot, wet pussy with unbelievable pleasure-bringing skill, and the
licentious desire to reach down and release his hidden male cock,
to stroke and caress it in her small, soft hand, was almost
unbearable. Yet, somehow she had resisted the almost overwhelming
urge, the prime reasoning behind her little wanton seduction
flitting again and again through her sensuously infused brain.
God, she had to think of Jack! She loved him ... and what she was
doing was for them both! Mustn't make a mistake ... ruin their
whole future...
"Well ...?" the big man hissed hotly down at her while he
continued to finger fuck her enchantedly receptive, wet pussy, at
the same time slipping his other big hand inside the waist band of
her tiny bikini panties to smooth down over the naked satiny flesh
of her full, rounded white buttocks, his hot finger tracing the
deep crevice separating them down to the snug little hairless
mouth of her puckered anus.
"Oh ... oh ... oohhhh ..." she had chanted moaningly to his
lewd and lecherous fingering and stroking of her secret genitals,
while she frantically struggled to regain her wits. "Please ...
I-I love Jack ... don't you see?"
The big man made a mocking little laugh. "And I love my
Maggie, baby ... so what? That doesn't mean that I'm going to let
you get away from-me ... at least, not until I've emptied my balls
up in this tight little cunt of yours."
His lust-firing words were like added fuel to the passionate
flames raging inside her. Still, she couldn't let him ... not yet
... not this way...! "I-I know, Mr. Keele ... and I want you to
... but ... but ..."
"But ...? But what, goddammit? What do you want? Name it
...!" he rasped gutturally.
"The ... the Spaxtons ... Jack and I ... we want to be
members," she had blurted, all pretense suddenly cast aside.
Remembering, Carol recalled the void that had crept into her
belly when for a long moment the big handsome Director seemed to
freeze, his lewdly working digits stilling both inside her
excitedly wet vaginal passage and between the finger-spread mounds
of her naked white buttocks. God, she had made a mistake, she'd
felt sure ... and then, he had smiled lecherously down at her, his
steel-gray eyes gleaming salaciously.
"So ..." he said half under his breath. "I think I detect a
bit of greedy ambition in your voice, baby ... and that's not to
say that I know what you're talking about. Spaxtons ...? What
are the Spaxtons?"
"Oh please, Mr. Keele," she had begged, her keen mental
processes making a rapid recovery. "Don't try to make a fool of
me. I-I know you can help us ..."
"Does your husband know about this?"
"Y-Yes."
The big man had stared at her for a breathless time. "And
does he know the price ... or do you?"
She nodded. "Y-Yes ... and we're both ready to pay it ...
but not this way ... here in the office."
His lecherous eyes had narrowed, a deeper gleam of eager lust
burning within them. Slowly, as a wave of disappointing denial
washed through her passionately aroused body, she sensed his
fingers slipping from inside her hot, moist pussy and away from
her still excitedly trembling buttocks, until at last he had
completely released her, backing several steps away.
"You don't know how hard that was to do, Carol baby," he
rasped, licking at his mouth with the tip of his tongue. "But I'm
going to take you at your word ... and it better be good."
"It will be, darling," she answered quickly. "I promise ..."
"We'll see," he said, letting off a long sigh. "Tomorrow
night, you and Jack join us for dinner at our place. Cocktails at
seven ... Later, Maggie and I will let you prove your mettle ..."
Carol tossed aside her manicuring implements and arose from
the vanity, the effects of the sensual memory rekindling her
curvaceous young body with yet unsatiated desire. God, why didn't
Jack come home? He'd better hurry, or she might just have to
resort to other methods of release, she thought, smiling inwardly
as she went into the living room, poured herself a sherry and
folded down into her favorite corner of the sofa to wait. And
then, once more she began to relive the lust-firing excitement of
the afternoon with Max Keele, and speculate in trembling
anticipation on the more promising ones to come at the dinner
party ...
Chapter 16
Had it not been for the virile presence of the rather gaunt,
good-looking Jack Heath, Maggie Keele felt certain that his
voluptuous young strawberry blonde wife could fulfill her
libidinous cravings to no end. She was a vivacious beauty, the
raven-haired woman appraised, but there would be opportunities
later to get at her. Tonight, she felt very much in need of a
virile man's body, and what made it more enticing was that her
chosen partner was obviously as eager as was she. All through
cocktails and dinner his keen, discerning eyes had warmly played
with her own, the expressive smile on his handsomely chiseled face
assuring her that she was not going to be sorry. But then, she
never was, any more than was her equally lecherous husband who was
pouring the absinthe behind their luxurious rumpus room bar, while
Carol Heath in her provocative mini thing stood on the opposite
side watching him.
"Carol has very beautiful legs," Maggie huskily commented to
the girl's young husband seated close beside her on one of the
many sofas appointing the vast playroom. Gently, she lay her
soft, slender hand on his upper thigh, feeling him tense as she
began tiny little suggestive strokes.
His large, bony hand quickly moved to cover hers with a
meaningful little squeeze. "And so do you, Mrs. Keele..."
"Maggie ... remember?" she smiled over at him, reminding him
of their four-way mutual accord to immediately drop formalities.
"What was it Max said ...? He couldn't imagine anything worse
than going to bed with a woman he had to call Mrs. ...?"
Jack Heath made a tight little chuckle. He had yet to find
himself at ease with the open callousness of their arrangement; in
fact, he still wasn't quite sure how Carol had inveigled into it
so easily the night before ... and then he remembered their wild
lovemaking session and reasoned that she probably could have sold
him the Brooklyn Bridge had she wanted to. He'd never seen her so
damned wanton ... nor with her determined, stubborn mind so set on
anything as this dinner ... dinner, hell ... swap party was the
only proper tag for this arrangement. And not that they hadn't
enjoyed the game many, many times before with the gang in the
capitol, but there was something about the blatant lecherous
attitudes of these two older, fascinatingly arousing people that
wouldn't allow him to loosen up. Even so, he knew he was going to
go through with it ... had to, really, for this was what both
Carol and he had been plotting toward ... only he wished to hell
he could shake off the damned jealous sensation plaguing him ...
The severely beautiful woman beside him said some trivial
thing then while she continued to suggestively stroke his upper
thigh with her warm little hand beneath his own, and he verbally
answered her in kind, though his eyes were fastened on his lovely
long-haired wife who was staring upward into the rugged, handsome
face of the almost lewdly smiling Max Keele. They were crossing
the room toward them, Carol carrying a small try of milky,
yellowish appearing drinks, while the big man made no efforts
toward secrecy as he walked with his arm around her, his huge hand
openly cupping and massaging her firm, braless young breast.
"The real stuff, Jack," Max Keele said as Carol held the tray
for them to take their glasses. "Made from the wormwood, and
damned hard to come by, I might add."
"But Daddy has all the proper connections, don't you,
darling?" Maggie put in, immediately drinking half of hers, her
little smile suggesting a certain discontent that gave Jack an
unpleasant feeling. Christ, she was a provocative creature, and
he knew damned well he was going to blow his mind fucking her, but
it occurred to him that she would make a vicious enemy. This, on
top of the unrestrainable wave of jealousy gnawing at his guts at
the sight of their mutual boss openly fondling his wife's erect
young breast, caused him to tip up his glass and nearly drain the
licorice-tasting contents. Christ, the least he could do was wait
until they were all enjoying a little privacy ... the lecherous
bastard! ...
"And now, how about a little stimulating entertainment," the
luridly grinning Director offered, leading Carol to a separate
sofa so that all were in plain view of each other. Then, the big
man walked to a large TV set and switched it on. Carol looked
over at her husband and winked, a little smile of sensuous
anticipation unhideable on her lovely face, as if she were pleased
that everything was going according to plan.
Jesus Christ, for two cents he'd call the whole trigging
thing off and storm out of there dragging her by that goddamned
beautiful hair of hers!
Abruptly, his angered thought-train was uncoupled by the
picture covering the large screen, but before anyone had a chance
to dwell on it, Max switched channels several times, each scene
showing young girls in uniform, or different stages of undress,
voices and clatter coming distinctly through the sound system. It
was a long moment before Jack realized that what he was viewing
was not a film, but quite live and by some of the candid language
the girls were using, definitely unsuspected. Christ, it was the
girl's detention home not five hundred yards away! Keele must
have hidden cameras strategically placed there and a closed
circuit TV! The lecherous son-of-a ...!
Again, Jack's thoughts were interrupted as the big Director
finally settled on the first channel once more, the screen clearly
etched with the erotic naked figures of two young inmates under a
shower, enjoying the pleasure of soaping one another's
curvaceously exposed bodies, each taking her turn as slave to the
other.
"Well, it seems that we're going to witness something unique
in the art of masturbation, darling," Maggie leaned close and
whispered, her dark onyx eyes sparkling excitedly.
Jack felt her warm, eager hand inching closer to his cock
which was rapidly stiffening inside his pants from both her lewd
little caresses and the lust-stimulating performance unfolding on
the screen. He watched in an almost mesmerized fascination,
hardly aware that Maggie had taken his arm and slipped it around
her, and totally unconscious of the fact that Max Keele had
grasped Carol by the hand to lead off somewhere.
Christ, he could almost feel the softly stroking, sudsy hands
of the voluptuous, naked redhead as she sensuously bathed the
taller, dark-haired young beauty's smooth whitely glistening
contours, teasingly massaging the girl's upthrusting young breasts
until the tiny, wine-red nipples were as hard as ripe berries.
Then, she moved in closer until their youthful bodies were pressed
tightly to one another, their hash breasts flattening against
their chests, and as they kissed open-mouthed, the redhead
smoothed her small, foam covered hands down the other's ribs and
slender waist, over the sweeping arch of her hips to tenderly
stroke the dark-haired girl's nakedly accepting buttocks.
"Damn!" Jack gasped out as he watched the smaller girl lewdly
spread apart the twin ovaled mounds to gently slip a probing
finger between and erotically stroke the girl's tight little anus.
"Yes, darling ... I know what you mean," Maggie whispered
hotly, her own lesbianistic drives lustfully aroused by the two
she recognized as Sandy Jarvis, sixteen, and Carla Montez, an
eighteen year old prostitute. Well had she enjoyed both of the
young bitches' delightful tendencies, as had her lecherous husband
time and again, but this night she was more concerned with the
attributes of the handsome young male beside her. She had watched
Max quietly lead his lovely young wife from the room to their
luxurious bedroom for the first round, as planned ... and now, it
was her move. "And I'm getting just a little bit jealous of the
way you're ogling them ... with me sitting right here beside you
just waiting ..."
Though he hardly heard her words, Jack responded with a grunt
of sensation when he felt Maggie's small hand gently grasp, then
begin to outline the long, thick length of his hardened cock in
his pants. Again, he cursed lightly under his breath, then drew
the beautiful older woman to him, kissing her hotly as his eager,
aroused hands smoothed over the perfect, high-set mounds of her
full, braless breasts and she continued to stroke his throbbing
length of blood-engorged penile flesh with a sensuous knowing
touch.
Out of the corner of his eye, while their moistly heated
tongues locked in oral embrace, Jack saw the redheaded, naked
young girl drop to her knees before the taller beauty, and while
the latter spread her lovely long legs and ground her pelvis
obscenely forward, the other in her kneeling position gently
pressed open with her thumbs the youthful brunette's curl-fringed
cunt lips to expose its glistening, pink inner flesh. Abruptly,
the lewdly kneeling red-head nuzzled her face into the salaciously
open softness between her thighs, her tiny pink tongue extended to
slither and lash hotly in the other's velvety, wet cuntal crevice.
Maggie beautiful head blocked his view at that point as she
squirmed around on top of the young blonde's husband where they
sat, her lush mouth still glued to his, her working hand
continuing to stroke and massage his hardened pulsating cock with
wanton hunger. Christ, her lips and intoxicating breath were like
the absinthe he'd drunk ... rare vintage. Her long-lashed, onyx
eyes opened to look hungrily at him, and he swept his exploring
hand over her firmly erect, satin-smooth breast. She had squirmed
around until she was partially lying across his lap and he didn't
need a program to know that she didn't have a damned thing on
beneath the short black cocktail dress she wore. She half-raised
her legs at the knees, then, revealing the enticing sight of her
full white thighs ... and a ravenish wisp of soft, silken cunt
hair! He swallowed tightly, all other thoughts suddenly
obliterated from his mind, only the pink oval of her mouth and
tongue between her beautifully even white teeth were real as he
raised his head to break their kiss ... and then he was kissing
her again and again ... kissing her hungrily while his hand
fondled and kneaded the resilient white flesh of her full, warm
breasts inside her dress ...
"Squeeze them, Jack darling!" Maggie whispered huskily.
"Squeeze them tight ... I love to have my tits squeezed and bit!
Do ... do you like to bite a girl's titties, lover?"
Jack couldn't answer her ... could not even speak! He tried
but nothing came! Christ, he'd never known a woman quite like
her. She had to be at least a dozen years older than he, and
there was something mind-bending in that thought alone ... fucking
a woman that much older than himself. Yet, it gave him a
hellishly inadequate feeling, too; she'd probably forgotten more
about the art of sex than he would ever learn, and he couldn't
afford to blow this scene. Damn, the sound and feel of her voice,
the hot fragrance of her nectarous breath along with the meaning
of her lust-inciting question, set his cock into a pounding
hardness that left him half-panting.
The lascivious warm tits she spoke of were unbelievable ...
so goddamned erect and full, with waxen-like, hardened cherry-
nipples capping the ivory, spherical flesh, hard like smooth
marbles, and she began to squirm on top of him, her nearly naked,
yielding buttocks writhing down onto his swollen length of
pulsating cock-flesh.
"Damn, let's get these clothes off!" he choked out hoarsely.
"Mmmmm, yes ... Let's get beautifully naked, darling," she
sensually whispered, continuing to undulate her full, rounded twin
mounds in tiny lewd circles down against his still growing cock.
"It feels so hard and big pressed against my ass. Oh God, I want
to see it and hold it, lover ... to kiss and suck it ..."
"Jesus Christ!" Jack gasped, as suddenly she was up off of
him and pulling him to his feet before she backed away and with
tantalizing slowness, raised the black dress over her head,
completely revealing her breathtaking, white voluptuousness; then,
as he stood there, she folded down onto the sofa into a spread-
eagle position to smile wantonly up at him.
"Undress for me, darling!" she whispered in her hot, smoky
voice. "I want to watch you!"
He gaped down at her naked statuesque loveliness, his lust-
fired eyes playing greedily over her deliciously sculptured
contours, ripples of incredulous, seething desire charging through
him. Christ, he couldn't remember when a female had so set him
off. He drank in the staggering beauty of her naked body,
watching her writhing sensuously as she lay stretched out in lewd
anticipation before him. He'd already discovered the enchantment
of her magnificently full thrusting breasts, and now he stared at
the erotic arch of her ivory sheered hips leading downward to the
delectable sweep of long, perfectly shaped thighs and legs. They
were spread apart in lurid invitation and he could clearly see
through the soft entanglements of darkened pubic curls to the
fleshy pinkness of her vaginal crevice, her excitement obvious in
the tiny dewdrops of seeping moisture glistening there.
"Damn ..." he hissed. "You're the most sexually inviting
creature ever seen!"
"Mmmmm, God, darling ... I know I'm going to love you!
Please ... don't say any more ... just hurry and undress!" she
whispered throatily, her smoothly rounded hips continuing to
licentiously undulate as if of their own volition, her ravishing
eyes seeming to glaze in their mounting passion.
Enraptured, Jack began pulling at his clothes while she
watched in lecherous captivation as he removed everything, even
his socks and shoes before dropping his shorts which were
inadequately trying to contain the swollen bulge of his rock-
hardened cock. She raised up and leaned forward on an elbow, her
eyes fixed lustfully on his hairy loins as he made the unveiling.
"Oh God!" she gasped with breathless awe at the long, thick
rigidity of cock flesh jutting out from his lean, hair-covered
pelvis. She stared at the throbbing, blood-inflated head, her
tiny pink tongue passionately moistening her parted, red-rimmed
lips. Yes, yes! He was the one she had been patiently waiting
for ... tall, handsome and virile ... with a magnificent, strong
young cock that she would teach him how to use! "It-It's
beautiful! Oh lover, lover ... bring it here to me," she
whimpered, moving her head toward him to meet it as he approached
and stood in his stark nakedness before and above her.
Jack felt a jolting spasm of erotic sensation charge over his
hot flesh as she gently let his now aching cock rest in the soft,
warm palm of her hand, slowly encircling her graceful fingers
around its pulsating thickness and sliding the heavy outer skin to
and from her, her other hand moving between his tremoring thighs
to cup and weigh his sperm-bloated balls tenderly; then, he saw
her little pink tongue dart out to lick at the small split at its
tip, catching the few seminal drops which had seeped out in his
building lust.
He grunted aloud at the mind-shattering contact of her
moistened little tongue with the desire aroused nerves of his
blood-inflated cockhead, and then once more when she drew it
gently toward her, opening her softly moistened lips to take it
slowly but continuously into the hot, wet shelter of her beautiful
mouth, her eager tongue beginning a titillating, smooth swirling
motion as she kept sucking it in ... in ... in ... until he gaped
in amazement as almost all of his throbbing rod of thick hardness
disappeared between her ardently working lips. At last, and just
seconds before he desperately feared he was going to blow his load
right then and there, she withdrew her head with tormenting
slowness, her hot ovaled mouth sucking to its very tip and off ...
then, she rolled onto her back, her gorgeous, naked white body
spreading licentiously open to him.
"Now, lover, now! Come down here and fuck me to death with
that huge, wonderful cock!" she breathed wantonly up at him.
"Goddamn!" Jack blurted, the lewd four-letter word coming
from her lushly glistening lips and firing his passion even more.
He didn't hesitate, but dropped onto the sofa, partially on top of
her, his gaunt hand smoothing excitedly over her white, satin-like
flesh from her hip to her now excitedly heaving breast, kneading,
cupping, stroking, his feverishly, wet mouth finding hers, his
probing tongue exploring the still poignant taste of his own cock
there, adding hotly to his crazily mounting lust.
"You're the darling I've been waiting for, lack Heath!"
Maggie whispered possessively. "Not only will you be my own
private lover, but I'm going to make you the most powerful man in
this state! You and I together ... all the way to the political
top, darling! Do you want that ...?"
Jack's desire-fogged brain reeled. What she had said hardly
registered, and what had penetrated made little or no sense
whatever. Max Keele was the most powerful man in the state ...
her husband ... who at that very moment had to be somewhere in the
house with his own Carol ... and Christ, he could care less what
they were doing! "Right now, all I want is you!" he rasped hotly
down at her, fervidly smoothing his big hand over the satin-like
ivory skin of her warm, flat belly, and beyond to the silky, hair-
covered mound swelling into the sensitive, fleshy lips of her
hotly aroused cunt. He traced his fingers along their pink, hair-
lined separation, following the hot, dampened crevice downward
between her spread full thighs to the smooth, deep fissure her
lushly rounded buttocks formed, while she gasped continuously up
into his face from the licentious sensations it set off inside
her.
He ground his interminable growing cock against her outer
thigh and hip while he caressed and explored the intimate secrets
of her voluptuous, naked cunt, his brain spinning with the
incredible, lust-firing excitement of her. Suddenly, she had his
throbbing cock in the softness of her tightly curling hand. Her
mouth found his ... wide open ... she was eating his face ...
sucking and nibbling at his tongue ... trying to maneuver him
completely on top of her between her widely spread thighs ...
wanting his aching hot hardness inside her warm, wet pussy!
He responded, slithering over her to cradle himself between
her yawning legs, slipping his hands beneath her shoulders and
smoothing them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He felt
the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she
undulated her whole sensually excited body up against his in a
slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her long feminine muscles
rippled lightly beneath the satinish, milk-white skin, indicating
a vigorous, hidden strength that intrigued him. The tenseness of
the cords in her inner thighs pressed against his hips, and he
thought of how those magnificent legs would grip and hold him once
he'd thrust his pulsating cock deep up into her hot, quivering
belly ...
"Oh God ... you're something else, Jack Heath! I love your
body!" she whispered hotly, biting at his lips and grinding the
yielding little bowl of her soft belly tightly up to him. Her
hands stroked their way to his lean, taut buttocks, her nails
raking him there, moving upward the length of his hack in a
similar pattern. "You're all mine from this night on, lover!
Totally mine!" she hissed into his ear. "Do you understand that,
darling?"
"Right now, I'm not certain if I understand much of
anything!" he countered in a raspy voice, then kissed her open,
panting mouth, her nose, her eyes.
"You'll before this night is over ... know that what I want,
I take, lover ... and I want you like this ... your hard, thick
cock and young jism-filled balls ... all of you ... every night,
every night!" she hissed in uncontrollable passion. "Now do you
understand?"
He stared down at her, his brain whirling lustfully. "I know
that I'm going to fuck you right out of your beautiful head ...
you luscious bitch!" he gasped between clenched teeth.
"Oh my God! Yes ... yes! Do it! Fuck me crazy! Make me
beg! Shove that wonderful cock into my hot cunt before I go mad,
lover! Now ... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Jack wedged his hands further down beneath her, cupping the
pliant smoothness of her lush, white buttocks and pressing her
passion-wet loins up tighter against his own. He fitted his thick
pulsating cock into the wide splayed mouth of her pink, velvety
cunt, grazing its hardness back and forth, up and down, until it
was well insinuated between the flushed hair-lined lips; then he
began a rhythmic sawing motion, sensing the erotically nibbling
mouth of her incited vagina growing more wet and omnivorous with
each passing second. Her beautiful, rounded ass began an urgent
rotation against his churning loins while his lust-bloated
cockhead gently massaged the distended little bud of her clitoris
and she gasped through her teeth at him.
"Ooooooohhhh ... I-I love that! Damn ... you do know how,
don't you! Mmmmm ... my Godddd ... put it into me now! I want it
inside me! Fuck me ... oh, fuck me good, lover ...!"
Her long shapely legs scissored out wide on either side of
his naked body, their strong smooth calves locking behind the
backs of his tensed thighs as she squirmed wildly in under him. He
kissed her, open-mouthed, while her hands wedged between them to
grasp his rock-hard cock again and guide it pointedly downward
through the raw, wet crevice of her passion-heated vulva. She
trembled from head to toe, whimpering loudly as her loins lurched
upward at him, the lubricious clasping mouth of her cuntal passage
seeking desperately the blood-filled, lust-inflamed head of his
long, thick spear of aching hard flesh.
Jack grunted in his own fired passion, feeling the soft
silken hairs of the older woman's hotly seething pussy grazing his
cock from her hungry little nibbling movements, and he gave
himself to it all the way. He sucked in his breath and thrust his
hips forward, feeling the receptive, wet vaginal hole accepting
and absorbing his throbbing hardness right up into the depths of
her hotly clutching cunt with a tiny wet sucking sound, her cunt
muscles immediately setting to work on the rigid fleshy length of
his wildly pulsating cock as it raced up into her.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Maggie Chanted at the mind-
shattering sensation his plunging young penis soaring right up
into the deepest confines of her wet, searing passage sent
charging through her. She felt the bloated, rubbery head nudge
her cervix with a twinge of exhilarating pain, and she dug her
nails into her shoulders as she cried out with the ecstasy,
thrusting her loins up at hint for more...
Oh Christ, Jack thought, his lust-inflamed brain whirling
wildly. He'd never had anything like her! Her wetly sucking cunt
walls were milking at his imbedded cock like a pulmotor! Fuck, he
wouldn't last ten seconds this way! He realized now why he'd felt
so damned inadequate right from the beginning; she was just too
much woman for him! The whole goddamned scene was going to blow
his nuts before he ever got started! He turned his head to one
side, trying to momentarily blank his mind, but then he saw the
reflection of their obscene squirming entanglement in the mirrors
wherever he looked, and then he tried to concentrate on the TV
screen that now showed nothing but the empty shower room. The
girls were gone, but just remembering that lascivious spectacle of
the two naked girls playing with each other damned near peaked
him!
He tried desperately to establish a rhythm and simultaneously
control his mounting orgasm, thrusting his long, thick cock the
full length of her open vagina, but her hungrily sucking cunt
flesh was drawing fiendishly at the lining of his balls! He felt
them slap hard between the rounded white cheeks of her nakedly
churning ass, and sensed his own rectum constricting
spasmodically! Shit ... oh shit, he couldn't hold it; he damned
sure couldn't...!
"It's all right, darling!" Maggie gasped up at him, her hot
little tongue suddenly laving his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Cum
... cum ... cum!" She drew her thighs back high until her
quivering full breasts were flattened into her chest beneath them,
grinding her wet, steaming loins up at him, making her tight,
wildly clasping cunt channel subservient to his frantic, lust-
crazed plunges.
"Christ! I can't hold it back!" he choked down at her.
"It's all right, my lover! This is just the beginning! Fuck
me hard! Cum! Squirt it into me ... way up in my belly ... your
hot jism ... fill me, darling, fill me ...!"
Jack did, uncontrollably, his thickly bursting cock lurching
and jerking insanely, shooting his hot, white sperm deep up into
the waiting depths of her womb in convulsive gushes, racking his
whole frame as he pumped and pumped it into her wildly clasping
cunt ... a raging, torrential river of boiling lust. He heard
himself half-wail and curse out his pleasure, abruptly sensing
that she, too, was climaxing as she cried out and her cunt pulled
even more voraciously at his hotly spewing cock while she writhed
and squirmed beneath him with savage movements of sensuality
inspired abandon ...!
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