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Kappy, Son Of Kaptain
Chapter 17
Carol Heath reasoned that she was hardly in need of any sort
of stimulant; she had thought of little else but the inciting
arrangement of their "dinner," party since the passion-arousing
episode with Max Keele the day before. Nonetheless, she had drunk
three of his absinthe concoctions while watching the lewdly erotic
performance of the two naked girls on the TV screen. Though she
had never thought of herself as having the slightest lesbian
tendencies, she couldn't deny the added sensual arousal their
touching and fondling of each other's naked young bodies caused
within her.
She hadn't questioned the big, handsome man's obvious motives
when he'd led her from the rumpus room away from Jack and Maggie
to the privacy of a large, exquisitely furnished bedroom; it was,
in fact, what she had been ardently waiting for. The huge ovaled
bed immediately caught her eye, and everywhere she looked she saw
it reflected in the solid mirrored walls. Of course, there was a
plush little bar and another TV screen placed conveniently above
the bed where one, or several, could lie and watch the live
sensuous antics of the unsuspecting young inmates in the adjacent
Girl's Detention Home.
It had been some minutes before she had concluded the source
of their lustfully inspiring entertainment, and even though the
voyeuristic invasion of the unaware girls' privacy somewhat
angered her, she couldn't keep her eyes off the licentious scene.
To that point, her middle-aged boss had done little more than
fondle her tingling breasts and kissed her once as they walked
down the hallway, which had surprised her as much as it spurred
her anticipation. She only hoped that Jack hadn't detected the
lusty excitement she had been very carefully trying to hide from
him. But God, she couldn't help it. It was simply a matter of
some weird chemistry; Max Keele did something for her that she
just couldn't ignore ...
"Well, are you going to come have a drink, or are you just
going to stand there and watch those little bitches eat each
other's pussy?" Max's deep voice reached her from where he stood
behind the small bar. When she turned, facing him, he was smiling
handsomely and leaning on the bar, holding a drink in one hand and
watching her. She sensed a warm little shiver ripple over her
smooth white flesh beneath her mini-dress at his casual use of
lewd phraseology. Blushing lightly, she moved toward the bar.
"I-I'll have to admit, it's not a scene that I've witnessed
before," she said, her voice a bit unsteady.
He pressed a new drink into her hand. "You mean, you've
never played the girlie games ... not even when you were a kid?"
He was still smiling that immorally lecherous expression that
wildly turned her on inside, even as it suddenly caused her to
experience new little apprehensive twinges, a sadistic gleam she
had not before noticed abruptly becoming apparent in his steel-
gray eyes. She swallowed tightly and shook her head in the
negative.
"No ... I never have," she truthfully replied, then stretched
the point. "And I doubt very much if I ever could."
Max Keele chuckled almost obscenely. He drank from his glass
while she sipped at hers. Then, he said: "Now that's too bad,
baby ... because moving up in the world ... getting into the right
circles which, as I understand it, is what you and Jack want, is
going to require some cunt licking ... along with a variety of
other erotic delicacies too numerous to mention. That's why we're
talking and not fucking at the moment. I always prefer to get the
hang-ups out of the way right in the beginning."
Carol felt her cheeks flushing a deeper red. God, as much as
sex and swapping wasn't a new game to her, nor the use of the
naughty four-letter epithets when she was engaged in bed, his
coarse and sordid spewing of them as he frankly informed what was
to be expected of her added to the anxiety she had begun to feel.
Had she bit off more than she could chew? Had Jack? Was their
ambitious greed for success at any cost going to destroy them in
the end? God ... swapping around was one thing ... but
perversions with another woman? To ... to take a man's penis in
her mouth could be wonderful ... but another woman's vagina ...?
Oh God, she didn't know ... she didn't ... but she had to go on
... had to! There was too much at stake now ... and Jack was out
there with this man's wife, undoubtedly wrapped tightly between
her long smooth legs by now ...
"You look as if you might be having a few misgivings, Carol
baby," the big man said, his smile intact while his searching eyes
narrowed satyrically. "Are you sure you want to go through with
it?"
He couldn't be certain what was running through the clever
brain of the vivacious doll standing before him, Max Keele
reasoned, but in order to extract the ultimate from his lustful
games as well as test proposed Spaxton members, he had to
mercilessly probe, to learn the nature of their inevitable little
hang-ups and play on them. There was no question in his mind but
what he was going to feast on the nectar of this delicious young
bitch's cunt before many more minutes passed, even should she
suddenly change her mind and decide not to go through with it,
that the price was too high. In fact, forcing them, raping them,
was often more sexually stimulating for him that having them flop
down on their backs and willingly spread their goddamned legs...
"I-I don't know, now ... honest Max..." she finally answered
his question. "Honest ... you've suddenly confused me ...
frightened me, I guess. I-I wanted to ... very badly ... but now
... I just don't know. You ... you don't make it very easy ...
or inviting for a girl, talking the way you do, throwing it all at
her so coarsely ... as if she were just a common prostitute off
the streets ..."
The big Director chuckled his vulgar little laugh. Then, he
said: "Look baby, to me most cunts are whores. It's what makes
them tick that classifies them. Some are just fuck happy; others
operate on some vindictive theory that only head-shrinkers can
analyze, and then there's your type, the greedy bitches, but in
the end you all use your hot little pussies to get what you want.
So let's get at it, honey. My cock's getting harder than a fence
post just thinking almost filling that pretty, little belly of
yours."
Carol could only stare at him in shocked awe. His absolute
vile and chilling vulgarity was not only turning her off as might
a drenching in ice-cold water, but his degrading classification
and opinion of her instigated an immediate revulsion that she
wasn't certain but what she felt more for herself than for him.
Good God, there was no longer any doubt in her mind; she just
couldn't give herself to this man now for any price! What had she
been thinking of? He was nothing but an obscene animal, and
whatever it was that he had mesmerized her with, the spell was
broken! She had to get out of there, away from him ... find Jack
and leave this terrible house! They would go back to the capital
... wipe this deplorable memory from their minds ... there had to
be another way ...!
She had backed several feet away from him, her lovely eyes
gaping in wide disbelief, causing a lustful sensation of sadistic
pleasure to race through his churning groin and belly. He moved
around the little bar, setting down his glass and slowly walked
toward her.
"What's wrong, baby? Did I suddenly prick your balloon?" Max
taunted, his lecherous grin growing more evil with the passing
seconds. "Or maybe you think you're going to pull the cock-tease
act on me again, eh?" He laughed as he closed in on her
retreating form, watching with sadistic delight her opened mouth
and awe-stricken eyes as she continued to shake her head. "I hope
so, because I love to force my bitches to suck my cock ... and
baby, that's just what you're going to do!"
Carol couldn't speak. She stared at him in ever-growing,
wild-eyed detestation, completely shocked by his vilely depraved
transformation, both shame and fear taking precedent over all
else. My God, was it possible that she'd been so blind as not to
see the sadistic animal that he was ... or hadn't she wanted to?
Yes ... yes, that was it! The lechery she had read from the
beginning in his cruel eyes had fascinated her ... had set an
unprecedented masochistic desire alive within her! But she had
associated that lechery with a warm and virile, masculine
gentleness ... never these obscene sadistic words he had suddenly
unleashed upon her! Automatically, she continued to retreat from
his approach, shaking her head ... forgetting that only the bed
lay strategically behind ...
She watched his wet tongue dart out to lick at his twisted,
dry lips as he moved ever closer. In unbelievable building fear,
her eyes screamed her mounting fright, while her brain raced in a
new wild chaos as she backed unknowingly closer to the bed, her
head shaking negatively, causing her long copperish hair to brush
about her shoulders in mild frenzy. At last, a word formed on her
lush, parted lips and she blurted it out.
"N-No ...! No! Never! I-I can't ... I was wrong! Y-You're
not the man I thought!"
"Tough, baby ... tough," he hissed. "We all make mistakes
... and you made one with a promise that you're going to keep,
bitch ... because this night you're going to suck and fuck, and
there isn't one goddamned single thing you can say or do to get
out of it. You're trapped, little girl ... helplessly trapped!"
Carol let out a short cry of surprise then, the edge of the
bed catching her behind the knees and she fell backward, her long,
slimly tapered legs spreading apart as she lost her balance, the
delectable sight of the sheer nylon strip of her black panties
snug against the puffy little mound of flesh between her white
full thighs sending a licentious charge of lust jolting through
him. Quickly, he forced his knees between her shapely scissored
legs, clutching at them so that she could not slither or roll away
from him, and then with one hand he reached up under her tiny
skirt, catching his hand in the wispy waistband of the bikini-like
panties, ripping them away as if they were tissue paper.
"Oh ... oh my God ... stop ... no!" she gasped in half-anger
as well as shamed fright. But the big man merely laughed, while
simultaneously he pulled her to an awkward upright position on the
bed and forcefully stripped her dress over her head to toss to one
side as he pressed her back down on the satin coverlet once more.
"Now what did you think of that little maneuver, baby?" he
rasped down at her, his evilly lecherous eyes raking hungrily over
the soft white nakedness of the voluptuous young curves cringing
beneath him.
Carol let out a choking gasp as she inadequately tried to
cover the full thrusting mounds of her quivering breasts,
forgetting that her vulnerable naked loins were completely exposed
to him. Tears abruptly filled her eyes and she tossed her head
wildly in her mixture of fear, anger, and shame, realizing the
hopelessly entrapped position she was in.
"Oh God ... damn you! Stop it! Stop this minute!" she
cried, futilely attempting to squirm from beneath him. "You
can't! Oh, please!"
"Beg me, you conniving little cunt!" the big man rasped.
"Not that it'll make one fucking bit of difference. I'm going to
take you every way I can think of, damn your luscious young ass!
I'm going to bury my cock up to my balls in that tight little
pussy-hole of yours if it's the last thing I ever do!"
Carol froze beneath him. Her mouth fell loosely open, her
eyes glazing behind the blur of her tears as the now deplorable
filth he spat caused a wave of loathing degradation to surge
through her. And then, she felt his big, hot hand with
unbelievable tenderness sliding along the smooth white flesh of
her satiny inner thigh. She involuntarily trembled beneath its
touch as it moved ever upward toward her reddish-gold fringed
loins where it brushed tantalizingly and pressed skillfully
against the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her sensitive vagina,
causing an uncontrollable little moan to escape her.
"Oh no, please ... let me go! I don't want you to, don't you
see? I-I was wrong!" she whimpered vainly, unable to comprehend
the wild sensations that were suddenly racing through her soft
quivering belly and rapidly moistening pussy.
Max Keele ignored her protests, hardly hearing her, while
with his free hand he brushed her small ones away from her full
white breasts, his breath catching lecherously in his throat at
the sight of the rounded mounds of soft, resilient flesh standing
proud and firmly erect, their small pinkish nipples hardening from
the unwanted lewd manipulations of his big, warmly perspiring hand
between her spread, trembling thighs.
"There now, baby ... that's better," he hissed, bending down
for a closer look at the thin ribbon of glistening pink flesh
running the length of her exposed loins, separating the flushed,
hair-lined lips of her cunt and joining the ovaled, satin-like
spheres of her lush buttocks pressed tightly to the bed. He
sucked in his breath at the lust-inciting spectacle, her little
whimpers of shame-filled degradation falling on lecherously
deafened ears. Christ, he'd fucked and raped many of these
luscious young bitches, but none more tender or desirable than
this. The thought of involuntary moans of sensuous pleasure
tumbling from those ripe, petulant lips as he knew they would once
the absinthe really began to take effect, had taunted his long,
thick cock into a stone-like hardness. He could feel the blood
pounding almost painfully into its expanded, bulbous head and the
thick, wet drops of seminal fluid already seeping from the
sensitive glans at its tip, smearing hotly against his thigh.
Goddamn the greedy little cunt, she was only beginning to
learn the cost of a Spaxton bid, and before this night was over
she'd either be one of them or a prime candidate for a first-class
whorehouse, and that thought by itself was enough to cause his
pants-imprisoned cock to begin a rhythmically throbbing ache ...
until he was forced to open his fly to relieve the pressure.
Then, using his thumbs pressed to either side of her pouting hair-
shadowed vaginal lips, he teasingly spread the vertical crevice
until its moist pinkness flowered open to him, and he panted
lustfully at its sparkling, jewel-like delicacy. He felt her
warn, soft inner thighs quiver uncontrollably against the backs of
his hot, brushing hands, and heard her breath hitch deep down in
her throat, followed by a choking moan.
The maze of mixed emotions that had swept through Carol
became even more confusing as she suddenly realized that his
debasing teasing of her naked vagina was causing incredulously
stimulating sensations to tingle hotly through her obscenely
positioned body. She moaned helplessly, caught up in the
unbelievable wave of rapidly mounting sensual desire washing
through her. Tiny electric-like shocks of intensive arousal began
to ripple along the satiny white flesh of her thighs, and again
she squirmed her full, rounded buttocks down into the softness of
the bed, her moans dissolving into rekindled whimpers of unwanted
passion as his lewdly provoking fingers taunted the ever-
moistening crevice of her defenselessly splayed open cunt.
Oh God ... what's happening to me? I don't want him to ... I
don't ... but I can't help myself! Oh damn him ... goddamn him!
I despise it ... no, I love it! Oohhhh ... oooohhhh ... he's
going to lick me there ... he ...!
Expertly, Max Keele leaned closer into the widespread "V" of
her naked white loins, and with the tip of his thick, wet tongue
sliced hotly through the softly fringing curls enshrining her
tiny, erect clitoris. Then, grinning triumphantly between her
open pussy lips, he felt the erotic shock of his hot moist contact
surge convulsively through her.
"Ooooohhhh ... oooohhhh ... please don't ... not that ...
oohhhh..." she whined in stubborn pretense even as she raised her
head to stare down between her full, nipple-hardened breasts so
that she could better watch the licentiously inciting scene of his
handsome face buried in the building wet heat of her sensuously
fired loins. Then, his steel-gray eyes looked up over the silken
curls of her pubic mound to grin mockingly up at her. "Ooooohhhh
Godddd ..." she unrestrainably gasped again, twitching and
writhing as his hot, wet lips closed over the strawberry blonde
curls there at the base of her croaking, soft belly to suck and
nibble teasingly while she watched wide-eyed in confused, ever-
pyramiding desire. She saw his face disappear once more further
down into the dampened furrow between her trembling thighs which
he was raising upward and pressing back relentlessly toward her
full rounded breasts, while he planted sizzling kisses on the thin
pink ribbon of her wet cuntal flesh, his tongue flicking with
serpent-like stabs at the now palpitating opening.
Carol gasped with a shuddering, hissing sound beneath his
incessant assault, her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and
her head tossing from side to side in her desperate attempt to
regain control of the overwhelming passion consuming her.
Oh, dear God!
The experienced, lecherous lips sucked wetly, drawing the
soft, warm folds of raw flesh into the cavern of his gently
nibbling mouth, while his hot, thick tongue continued its
maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her now
flowered-open pussy.
Oh God ... she couldn't fight it, she couldn't! Whatever
anger she had felt such a short time before had melted in the
seething heat of her wildly growing passion, while the shame and
degradation which he had sadistically drenched her in had
gradually inspired an unprecedented masochistic subservience to
race wantonly through her. She sensed the hot gushes of his
breath graze her sensitively inflamed genitals and she couldn't
keep from moaning aloud in a gasping tempo. Again she raised her
head, catching at her breath as she heard him grunt lustfully,
then felt the full length of his long, hot tongue thrust wetly up
into the clasping velvety sheath of her palpitating vagina.
"Ooooohhhh ... oooohhhh God, please ..." she choked, hearing
her own unmeant and confused plea, her body responding
automatically, jerking with spasmodic lurches as his tongue
slithered in and out of her moistly clutching pussy in lecherous,
beast-like fury.
Max Keele slaved hungrily, feeling the silky curls of her
pubic hair brushing his cheeks with a lust-taunting delight. He
had completely opened the front of his pants, pushing them down
along with his shorts, and now he slowly stroked the heavy
foreskin of his long, thickly hardened cock back and forth over
its blood-engorged head, while he continued to spear his hot,
flicking tongue deep into her searing cuntal passage. He smoothed
his big hands up over her satin-skinned, flat belly to the
resilient, desire-swollen flesh of her full, warmly trembling
breasts, pinching and rolling the pebble-hardened nipples between
his sadistic fingers, cupping and squeezing the white yielding
mounds, while his ravaging tongue performed lasciviously at the
widespread crevice between her trembling legs.
Salacious, wet sucking sounds filled the room, and her groans
of building rapture drove his rapacious tongue faster and faster
as it worked its way up and down between the now throbbing,
pulsing lips of her wildly palpitating cunt. Yeah, he had her all
right, he knew. There was no goddamned doubt of it now. She was
his type of bitch, unable to control the sensual passionate drive
that a few absinthes aroused, and a licking tongue in her hot
young cunt sent racing uncontrollably through her curvaceously
writhing body. He'd tormentingly degraded her with purpose ...
brought rage and anger to the surface, then watched it dissolve
into obvious masochistic pleasure totally beyond her control with
his sucking and tonguing of her wet, seething cunt. She was as
hot as any bitch he'd ever taken, and only minutes away from
begging and pleading for his cock. Christ, how the members were
going to love getting at her, both male and female, but not until
he'd had his fill this night.
He couldn't keep from lecherously gloating as suddenly her
small, soft hands began toying about his head, her long fingers
running caressingly through his hair while moans unceasingly
emitted from her. Finally, she was clutching, the moans tumbling
from her petulant lips in a rhythmic chant, her beautiful head
flailing from side to side ... until finally the soft little hands
were trying to guide his hotly working mouth to the small nibbling
hole of her cunt. He complied, pressing his wet lips to her
desire-moistened vaginal mouth, plunging his stiffened lingual
member once more up into the raw, velvety-smooth flesh, then
quickly withdrawing it to tantalize the ragged, hair-lined edges
of her flushed pussy lips.
She cried out in her lust-infused passion, wildly writhing
her smoothly rounded hips and ovaled buttocks beneath his
salacious oral fucking. Again and again he thrust his stiffened,
cock-like tongue wetly up into her seething channel. His hot,
moist lips were glued to the clasping, viscous opening, bringing a
continual series of guttural groans from the voluptuously naked
girl whose warm, full thighs were closing spasmodically around
both sides of his almost submerged head.
The lecherous Director could feel the sleek, rubbery cuntal
flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue. The
delicately ribbed walls of her dilated vagina opened and closed in
an unmistakable hungry sucking action, attempting to draw his
tongue deeper and deeper into it. Christ, it seemed that her
clasping pussy throat was suddenly trying with a separate lust of
its own to extract his tongue by the roots and omnivorously devour
it. Her heels began to push down against the muscles of his back,
pressing his big, powerful body into the hot, quivering flesh trap
between her lewdly spread legs. His nose was tight against her
tiny quivering clitoris and with every inhalation he sensed the
arousing, poignant aroma of her lustfully growing passion. Damn,
it's delicate piquancy was driving his throbbing cock into an
impossible hardness, a swollen, blood-filled erection that had
begun to ache with the agony of an exposed nerve in a tooth. He
had to do something with it soon or his sperm-bloated balls were
going to blow apart!
Carol's voluptuously naked young body was completely swept up
in the breathtaking, sensual rapture overwhelming her. Her brain
whirled in a wild vortex of intense desire, realizing that she had
lost all physical control beneath the lascivious oral fucking her
handsome boss had forcefully subjected her to. Hardly anything
made sense to her, even her prime intentions and reasons for being
there ... only the maddeningly delicious sensations his hot, wet
tongue and sucking mouth were causing to saturate her entire
passion-inflamed body mattered. Every muscle of her erotically
fired being was tensed as she strained her soft, white hips and
tautly rounded buttocks upward in unhidden wantonness toward the
earth-shattering ecstasy he was building between her obscenely
spread thighs.
Her long, drawn-up legs opened and closed around the
lecherously working mouth, controlling the ravenous, pleasureful
tongue that was licking and spiraling into her passion-seared cunt
channel. The cords of her neck stood out in strained relief as
she clawed and pulled at his head frantically, splaying her
curvaceously shaped limbs out wider and wider to the sides,
allowing him deeper access into her seething hole.
Masochistically, she reasoned that she was his to do with as
he pleased ... his slave ... his bitch ... his whore ... and at
the same time, vaguely realizing that she had never felt this way
with any man ... none of the young husbands they had swapped with
... not even Jack! But then, there had never been such a
dominating, sensuously inspiring lover among the lot of them, had
there ... including her own young husband ...!
"Oh God!" she whimpered almost pitifully, her thought-train
severed as he slipped his big hands beneath her quivering, white
buttocks and pulled them up to him with possessive authority.
They trembled and spasmed of their own volition beneath the
plunging hot tongue sending wild erotic charges of unprecedented
sensation screaming through her insanely aroused body. And then,
suddenly, she felt his searing tongue flick from her wildly
tingling vagina downward along the smooth, hairless crevice
between the ovaled spheres of her fully rounded ass cheeks toward
the tiny raised ring of her puckered anus. Responsively, she
stiffened, moaning in lustful delight at the wet, delicious
contact of his burning tongue with its little sensitive anal lips.
She closed her eyes in steeped passion at the licentious
fermentations the lurid act added to her already overwhelmingly
excited young flesh. Oh God ... it was too much ... too much, she
sensually reasoned, rolling her naked, rounded hips and trying to
screw her excited rectum back onto his stiffly probing tongue.
She had to do something for him ... to make him know how
wonderfully magnificent he was ... how much she loved him for the
delicious ecstasy he was bringing her!
"Turn around! Oh God, turn around, darling! Quick, so I can
have your cock! I want to suck it, lover! Please ... hurry!" she
pleaded salaciously.
Her words were like a charge of electricity bolting through
him, the very lust-infusing sounds he had been lecherously waiting
to hear tumble from those ripe, petulant lips. Without
hesitation, the big man knelt up and tore the clothes from his
massive frame, while she lay there with half-closed eyes in her
voluptuous nakedness, tossing her head as little mewls and
whimpers erupted from her slender, white throat in sensual
anticipation. His cock jerked and throbbed insanely as he eagerly
turned around on all fours above her, then buried his face in her
dampened, hair-fringed loins once more. As his hot, wet tongue
lashed out to lave through the moist, velvety flesh between her
blood swollen cunt lips, Max felt her small hand and fingers
curling around the throbbing hardness of his long, thick cock that
he knew was hanging down like a stallion's between his heavy
thighs, and he grunted out his guttural delight, thrusting his
stiffened tongue deeply up into her clasping cunt channel once
more.
The lizard-like reinvasion only served to personify what
Carol already knew: he was the most fulfilling lover she had ever
had and she wanted to prove it to him ... had to! But even as the
fantastic sensations of erotic rapture immediately began to churn
madly again within her naked, obscenely positioned body, the
actual sight and feel of his huge, hard cock in her tiny hand
telegraphed momentary spasms of unwanted fright to her brain.
Dear God, she had never seen anything human the length and
thickness of it! Her slender fingers could hardly encircle it,
and his heavy, sperm-bloated balls encased in their grayish, hairy
sac hanging down above her face were a bull-like phenomenon in
themselves. Yet, the very hugeness of their unique and virile
masculinity fired a loving warmth inside her and she raised her
head excitedly. With ovaled mouth wide, she let her moistened,
lush lips slip warmly and wetly over the sheathed cockhead, while
she held to its heavy base with both thumbs and forefingers to
pull back its thick foreskin, then tried to anxiously take more
than she was capable of into her salivating mouth.
In her unbridled desire, she sucked it so deeply into the
hot, wet cavity that it nearly choked her, but she twisted her
head enough to catch her breath, then began to feverishly run her
tongue up and down the soft, sensitive underside, feeling it throb
and pulse to her oral touch and ardently tasting the heady spice
of its seeping seminal fluid. While her tiny tongue worked in
slavish passion, she cupped and deliciously caressed his heavy,
cum-inflated balls with subservient affection, tiny explosions of
scintillating lust bursting in her sensuously blinded brain, and
he began to move up and down ... gently in and out of her mouth
with his thick, hardened cock in a licentious rhythm to his own
lashing, probing tongue thrusting and swirling deeply in her wet,
searing cunt.
Oh God, she'd beg him to do this every day with her at the
office, she thought giddily. He would lick her cunt while she
sucked his beautiful cock ... and there'd never been another cock
like it in the whole world, she felt certain of that! Sometimes,
she would just kneel down between his legs and gently take it out
for him, then suck it, even when he didn't do anything to her!
She would, she would ... and Jack or no one could stop her! It
was magnificent ... his handsome, throbbing, delicious cock ...
and she'd learned to suck it right down into her throat for him,
even as big as it was!
These thoughts flashed in Carol's lust-crazed mind
intermittently as she sucked with fury and masochistic servility
at his hardened rod of white-hot flesh, its smooth rubbery tip
brushing at her palate, while Max Keele, with obscenely wet
licking sounds, worked hungrily at her impassioned, naked loins,
his big hands beneath and clutching the resiliently white rounded
cheeks of her writhing ass, his hot tongue burrowing deeper and
deeper into her moist, wantonly accepting pussy.
Then, another new sensation of prurience registered in her
desire-incited brain! She felt his long, thick finger suddenly
working at the tiny puckered mouth of her exposed anus! Her
breath quickened and she momentarily forgot all else. She sensed
the finger stiffening ... abruptly, pushing into the snugly
resisting mouth with a quick, unpainful, forbidden challenge, and
the long invader slid right up the warm, spongy confines of her
rectal passage like another cock, all the way to the palm of his
big, cupping hand against the rounded, yielding spheres of her
wide-spread, white buttocks.
"Aaaaagghhhhhh ..." she grunted around his expanding hard
cock in her sucking mouth, but in ecstasy and delightful sweet
pain as her lips and tongue slowed momentarily in their lewdly
swirling motion, his sudden intrusion into her tightly clenched
asshole causing an immediate twinge of orgasm to start building in
her soft belly and fervid loins. She felt his mouth fixed against
the round, elasticized vaginal hole of her sensuously inflamed
cunt, his deeply thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the
moistened, sensitive-fleshed walls in lust-spiraling cadence to
his long, thick finger fucking obscenely into her wantonly
presented asshole. Frantically, she began to nurse and suck the
hot, hard thickness of his huge cock with all of her inherent,
feminine ability, her cheeks hollowing and swelling obscenely,
while her soft, white belly rose and fell hungrily as she pulled
at him.
God, how she wanted him to cum when she did! He had to, she
thought passionately ... desperately ... him squirting his hot,
thick cum into her mouth while the same maddening sensations burst
inside her! But ... but he'd have to hurry, she reasoned, her
lips clasped tightly around the pulsing, blood-filled head of his
long, thick cock, and at that very moment, deep in her seething
belly and passion-inflamed young loins, the first violent spasms
of ecstasy were beginning; she squeezed with enslaved affection at
his swinging, sperm-bloated balls above her face, then raked her
nails with inbred knowledge beneath them, as simultaneously, she
strained to her own heatedly rising climax ...!
Chapter 18
Jack Heath lay exhaustedly still, but not really at peace
with himself: satiated from a sexual standpoint, at least
temporarily, but unable to rid his brain of little jaundiced
thoughts concerning his wife, Carol, and Max Keele. They had
immediately crept back into his think-tank moments after he'd
emptied his loins into Keele's own beautifully naked wife lying on
the sofa beside him. It wasn't fair, he knew ... a real lousy
double-standard approach, but damn it, he couldn't help it. This
arrangement wasn't the same as the capital"gang" swaps; there was
a motive here ... a task to be accomplished, and there was little
doubt now but what that was going to work out ... though at what
cost?
He forced those thoughts to the back of his mind; he couldn't
afford to let the curvaceous, dark-haired older woman beside him
detect his secret feelings. It could blow the whole scene.
Anyway, he couldn't remember an orgasm that had rattled him as
much in weeks. Maggie Keele ... she was a deliciously wanton fuck
all right. He looked over at her relaxed, striking face and she
smiled warmly at him, the lecherous little sparks still gleaming
in her dark onyx eyes.
"Christ, I was whipped the moment I screwed into you," he
said apologetically. "You're too much ... too frigging much, Mrs.
Keele ... I hang my head in shame."
"Maggie, darling ... remember, no formalities?" she said,
springing up from the sofa to her feet.
"Sorry ... sorry a second time."
"No reason for the first, lover. You were beautiful! I came
too."
"I thought you did."
"I did! Honest!" she said, and he gazed up at her from his
kingly position on the sofa.
Christ, what tits! As firmly erect and big as Carol's, and
she had to be twice his voluptuous young wife's age! Spectacular
... colossal! Maybe he'd fuck them! Bury his thick hard cock
between them ... imagine that? Thrusting his swollen length of
hot prick between her fantastic breasts ... and when he cam she'd
take it in her mouth and suck it dry! Shit ... he was working
himself right back up again ...
"I think we both need a drink, darling," she called from
behind the bar and he watched her concoct them.
She came toward him carrying two glasses in one hand and the
absinthe bottle in the other. She set the bottle on the stand
beside her, then passed him a glass.
He'd watched her marvelous, full-thrusting white tits jiggle
and sway all the way across the room, along with the graceful roll
of her smoothly arched hips and long shapely legs. Christ, she
was something else, all right. She sat down on the sofa and he
reached over to lay his hand on her soft, satin-skinned thigh
while she covered it with her own slender one.
"I meant what I said about you belonging to me, Jack Heath
... and I intend that you'll be a powerful man in this state ... a
power that we'll share together," she said meaningfully, her long-
lashed eyes searching his face carefully. "But that's going to
entail some doing ... some conniving ... and we'll get to all of
that after tomorrow night."
Jack said nothing, only stared at her, his brain trying to
register and decipher the meaning of her words. Maybe he was
flipping, but it sounded very much to him as if this voluptuously
naked woman, whom he had just fucked, was talking in terms of a
massive double-cross ... and that her powerful husband, big Max
Keele, was the intended victim. A cold, cramp-like tension
suddenly gripped at his gut, and he remembered his first
impression of what a vicious enemy she would make ...
"Tomorrow night will be your first meeting with the Spaxtons
... right here in this very room, darling, and you'll see how
mighty our little group is ... and what it would mean to control
them ... you and I," she said in a half-whisper. Then, he felt
her small hand moving along his thigh and slipping beneath his
testicles, cradling them in her hand as if she were weighing them.
Jack sensed his flaccid cock give its first lurch as she lay
down beside him, her one hand continuing to tenderly fondle and
caress his revitalizing balls between his spread thighs.
"I-I don't think I quite get the picture, baby," he managed,
sensing the heat from the soft palm of her massaging little hand
spreading upward through his loins pleasantly and he gulped from
his drink.
"You will ... when it's time, lover," she assured him. "But
first ... just how much does your luscious Carol mean to you?"
Jack threw a sharp look at her. She was probing toward
something ... something that he felt certain he wasn't going to
like ... but he'd gone this far ... they both had ... and it was
all the way now.
"She's my wife, doll ... if that's an answer."
Maggie laughed softly. "It isn't," she replied, her soft,
warm hand moving slowly up to gently grasp his re-hardening cock
and begin to possessively stroke it. "Max Keele is my husband,
too, but we've been married long enough for that to no longer
matter. With you, lover ... you're jealous, seeing green ...
lynx-eyed, right at this very minute..."
"Why the hell should you say that?" he snapped angrily, irate
that she had so easily penetrated his facade. "I'm here with you,
aren't I ...?"
"Yes, darling, and Max is with your lovely wife ...
undoubtedly fucking or sucking her within an inch of her life ...
a compulsory must for every Spaxton. Now, how does that thought
set with you, lover?"
For a moment, he had all he could do restrain himself. Her
words seared into him like a white-hot cauterizing iron, but he
fought it, steeling himself. Hell, they both knew why they were
there ... he had to trust her ... and he knew her well enough to
have learned all of her inhibitions. Sure, she'd go the
legitimate swap route, but she had her limitations, and who should
know that better than he. Hadn't every husband of the capitol
gang complained to him because she wouldn't let herself go ... no
sixty-nine, nothing but just the straight lay ...?
Suddenly, he felt Maggie's soft hand unleashing his now half-
hardened cock as she got to her feet once more. Surprised, he
watched her cross the room in all of her quivering, curved
nakedness to the TV set, then turn to face him.
"They say a picture is worth a thousand words, Jack honey,
and to prove it, I'm going to show you one," she said, her eyes
sparkling licentiously as she smiled at him. "Brace yourself,
lover. This may come as one hell of a shock to you ..."
With that, she clicked the selector, the large screen
immediately reflecting a scene that caused his eyes to bug, while
his jaw fell loosely open and something knotted and twisted inside
him just before his jealous rage began to boil deep in his
entrails. Christ, it was them, Carol and Max ... and God
almighty, they were sucking each others cock and cunt like a
couple of fucking animals ...!
* * *
Max Keele was well aware that the luscious, naked young bitch
writhing and straining beneath him was going to cum! Every muscle
and cord, each squirming movement and response of her perspiring,
voluptuously impassioned body telegraphed the event to his
lecherous brain. Christ, what a delectable gem-in-the-raw, and
how he intended to polish this gem! The way she was sucking his
throbbing hard cock while he tongued and bit at the hot, quivering
flesh of her salaciously grinding cunt was enough to make him blow
his mind. Fuck, she was going to cum all right ... and again and
again and again, so that she'd never forget ...!
Carol half-screamed. She couldn't do more; her breath caught
somewhere between her lungs and throat. The overwhelming
explosion inside her caused her entire naked body to shudder
enrapturously. Her mind played no part; she was mentally swept up
in its thunderous cataclysm ... and then, a second time ... and a
third! Dear God! She was cumming again ... and she did! His
magnificent, wild tongue played skillfully around the outer
perimeter of her tiny, palpitating clitoris taunting her to climax
after climax, and she never wanted him to stop!
Gaspingly, she slipped her mouth off his cock and cried: "Oh
damn, lover ... lover! Keep doing it! I'm cumming and cumming!
Oh God ... I love you, darling! Please ... squirt your hot cum in
my mouth so I can taste and swallow it! Oooohhhhh ... don't stop!
Lick my cunt while I suck you off ...!"
Max felt her hot mouth eagerly absorbing his thick hardness
once more. Her licentious plea was too much for him. He felt the
sperm building so hotly down in his balls rumble and ferment at
the peaking lewdness of her words. Christ, he wished it could go
on and on ... but he had one consolation ... this wasn't the end
... fuck no ... it was just the beginning, as she was going to
find out!
Carol had no conception of space, time, or individuals. Her
series of climaxes had completely destroyed relativity ... and she
was cumming again! Oooohhh ... good God! Her soft, sensuous body
felt as if it had been impregnated with a million needles! Her
wet, seething cunt drifted on a cloud of its own! She could cum a
million times ... but then, she felt the big man's loins jerk
above her face, the massive rubbery head of his long, heavy cock
swelling in her voraciously sucking mouth ... and suddenly it
came!
She wasn't quite ready when with a spontaneous burst it shot
down into the back of her throat in wild, powerful spurts of
teeming, creamy liquid, gush after gush of the hot, sweet, male-
tasting sperm, joined by the convulsive tremors of her own nakedly
lurching hips and loins as her umpteenth climax erupted in a wild
explosion of blinding, lustful bliss. Again and again, he spewed
his virile jets of thick, boiling cum deep into her throat, and
she groaned while she continued swallowing and sucking almost
fiendishly, her Adam's apple bobbing lewdly, frothy remnants
bubbling out around her tightly locked lips, as she swallowed and
swallowed the flood of nectarous semen squirting into the warm,
receptive shelter of her mouth ...
* * *
Jack couldn't believe what his own eyes were witnessing. He
gaped at the TV screen, standing now, with Maggie nakedly beside
him, his arm unconsciously encircling her slender waist while she
clung to his throbbing hard cock possessively. Someone ... all of
them, his great capitol buddies, and even her, his own sweet
little bitch-wife, had lied to him, because she did eat cock all
right, and like a wanton whore! He'd never seen anything like it!
Shit yes, she'd sucked him, but never to the end, until he'd shot
his load in her mouth. What was it she always said ...? "Oh,
Jack darling, I could never go all the way and let you cum there
..." The deceiving, lying, little cock-sucking cunt! Well okay,
baby ... but two could play at these back-alley games ... yeah,
and maybe even more! There was too much at stake to blow it all
now that they'd come this far, but that didn't mean there wasn't a
way to even the score with her ... now, did it!
Even as his jealous rage seethed inside him, Jack couldn't
restrain the rigid length of hardness his long, thick cock had
swollen into at the salaciously obscene performance of his naked
wife sprawled lewdly beneath the aging, massive body of Max Keele
whose lecherous face was buried in her wet, pink loins while she
slutishly sucked his massive cock. On top of this, Maggie's
curvaceous soft body pressed against him as they stood there, her
hot little hand gently stroking his rising length of hardness, had
rekindled an angered, heat in his loins and belly, but this time
it was almost a sadistic, vindictive, lustful urge.
"So, darling, what do you think now?" the statuesque, raven-
haired woman beside him with the voluptuous naked body taunted as
she continued to massage his throbbing penis with an adept little
hand.
"Hell, I think we ought to join them ... make it a foursome,"
he said, forcing a grin, then drawing her close to kiss her soft,
lushly parted lips. Her hugely thrusting breasts flattened
against his chest, the tiny hardened nipples burrowing into his
flesh.
"It's a beautiful idea, Jack lover, but I don't think I want
to share you this first timed," she whispered, her eyes dancing
excitedly.
"Hell, let's not be greedy, baby. There's enough cock here
to go around," Jack lewdly urged, hardly able to control the
vengeful anxiety ripping through him. "And it's ready for action
again!"
"Mmmmmm," Maggie hummed, giving his jutting length of
hardness an affectionate squeeze. "I'll say it is, lover ... but
I'm just that ... greedy, and I want it all for myself tonight.
Tomorrow night's another story ..."
No ... hell no, he didn't want that! It was his sweet,
loving, cock-eating wife that he wanted to get at, and right in
front of these two lecherous bastards who'd made it all happen.
She couldn't renege then with everything at stake. It all meant
too much to her ... the future, position, money! No, she'd play
the game because she had to. She might hate him for the rest of
his life, but to hell with that, too!
"Come on, baby... we'll make a real swinging party of it," he
pressed anxiously.
"Unh unh ... no way, my wonderful cock-man," she half-
whispered, running her soft, slender hand down beneath his balls
to fondle and caress once more. "Tonight, you belong to Maggie.
Tomorrow night comes the extra curriculars ... and now, the second
performance is about to begin ..."
He might have argued further had she not slithered downward
to her knees in front of him, still holding to his cock and balls
with both small taunting hands, and then she was tonguing the tip
of its throbbing, purplish head with her tiny pink tongue, moistly
laving the bulbous knob all over its wet, satiny flesh to fire his
lust and make him temporarily forget his anger. Christ, she was
just too much ... too goddamned much to argue with ... especially
when she had his cock in her mouth ...!
Chapter 19
Ever since she had made the mistake of slapping Seybor, the
Chief Matron's face for making perverted advances at her, Jean
Wilson had paid for it. There was no task to low nor drudging in
the Home that the big, ugly-faced woman didn't commit her to,
until the lovely teen-aged girl was near exhaustion from overwork
and lack of rest. This, on top of her general despondency over
her forced separation from her young husband and both of their
imprisonments on trumped-up charges, had nearly broken her and
probably would have if it hadn't been for her inmate friends,
Sandy Jarvis and Carla Montez.
It had been their sympathetic kindness and encouragement
alone that had kept her from both mental and physical collapse,
Jean knew, and finally, their secret plans of an attempted escape
at the first opportunity, that had bolstered her spirit and kept
her from succumbing to the evil matron's continuous, depraved
proposals. God knows that lacking their moral support she would
have surely given in to the horrible woman's warped desires, if
only to enjoy one full night's rest without being dragged from bed
in the wee hours to perform some low, menial job or another.
And then, as if these torments were not enough, her
persecutor had managed to castigate her even further. Now, as she
sat naked and chilled in the special confinement cells the
curvaceous, honey-blonde girl could still barely comprehend the
cruel and vicious punishments that had been heaped upon her, to
say nothing of the sexual debasements she had been forced to
endure at the hands of the Superintendent, herself, and her
massive German shepherd dog. Though, when she thought of the
beautiful animal, she couldn't deny the forbidden prurient
sensations the vivid memory of his huge feral penis thrusting into
her instigated, regardless of the absolute debasement of the
abominable act. But they were short-lived little fermentations,
for her immediate unwarranted and shameful situation left room for
nothing but the misery at hand.
True, she'd had several drags off the marijuana cigarette
which Sandy had produced from a secret little cache in her
mattress, but she'd been so exhausted after twelve hours in the
laundry and on the verge of a crying fit that she would've done
anything to soothe her abused young body and demoralized brain.
Then, the brutal, coarse-faced woman had burst in on them,
grinning her luridly vicious smirk. Flanking her had been two of
her masculinish helpmates, and while they had kept both Sandy and
Carla from interfering, Seybor had dragged her by the wealth of
her long tresses, winding her big hand painfully in them as she
proceeded to rip the nightgown from her.
Dear God, what would happen next? She had no idea, but she
doubted if it could be more degrading then the vile hands of the
three of them pawing over her soft, naked young body as they
dragged her down the stairs to the detention cell. That
deplorable memory would live with her for a long time ... hands
clutching and squeezing her unprotected, tender white breasts, and
between her helpless, vulnerable buttocks, cruel fingers gouging
at her sensitive little anus and vagina, before throwing her onto
the dirty mattress of the unfurnished cell. Then, to their almost
fiendish cackling laughter, the heavy lock had clicked with a
heart-sinking finality and there had been nothing but a damp,
chilling silence since ...
How long ago had that been ...? One hour ... two ... maybe
longer ... she couldn't be certain of anything except her bleak
and bitter misery, but even as she sat there on the thin, stained
mattress, her knees drawn up beneath her chin with her arms
hugging them in an effort to find some warmth in her own naked
body, she couldn't help but pitifully wonder what ever was going
to become of her. Dear God, was it possible that such medieval
torment could exist and go on undetected and unpunished in this
age and time ...? Yes ... yes, it could, because it was actually
happening to her! It was no nightmare that she would suddenly
awaken from to find herself in the arms of her young husband, Ken
... Oh God, she was going to lose her mind for sure if she didn't
occupy it some way ... or if she didn't freeze to death first ...!
Subconsciously, she began to vigorously rub the smooth,
satin-like flesh of her calves, her thighs, arms, belly and
breasts to force her blood stream into more rapid circulation ...
and it was then that she heard the heavy lock of the door click
again, causing her breath to catch with a frightened gasp in her
throat ...
"Well now, how does my little blonde bitch like her new
quarters?" the Chief Matron leered down at the nakedly cringing
teen-ager who had quickly balled up into her knees-beneath-chin
position once more, but this tine to hide her nudity from the
lecherous eyes of the big, evil-faced woman. "Do you think it was
worth breaking the rules for ... and with pot of all things?"
Jean didn't answer, but merely stared upward at the powerful
woman who stood in a heavy bathrobe glaring licentiously down at
her, a small leather bag hanging from her right hand. What was to
come now? She had no idea, though she was terribly certain it
would be some lewdly abasing horror that in the end, regardless of
her struggles, she would be unmercifully subjected to. Oh God ...
oh God ... why didn't someone come and help her ...?
"P-Please ... don't do anything else to me ...?" Jean heard
her own pathetically whimpering voice. "H-Haven't you done enough
already ...?"
The woman's harsh laughter interrupted her words. "You're a
stupid and stubborn little cunt, Wilson. You know that by now,
don't you? You never had to go through any of this ... if you'd
just been nice to me. I told you that in the beginning ... tit
for tat. You could've enjoyed luxuries like the other girls ... a
joint now and then, just a few light work details to make it look
good ... but no, you had to be hard to get. So, where the hell
are you? In confinement for using drugs until I decide to let you
out. And on top of that you're going to get more time hung on
your sentence once I turn in my report ..."
"Oh God, no please, not that!" Jean cried, shaking her head
almost wildly as the ugly-faced woman's appalling words
registered. "You can't ... you can't ...!"
"Oh ...? And why can't I?" the Chief Matron taunted.
"That's my job, bitch, punishing and rehabilitating incorrigibles
the likes of you."
"Oh ... damn you ... damn you!" Jean uncontrollably blurted
in tearful rage. "I-If you do, I'll tell everything I know about
this terrible place ... the way you sell drugs to the girls, and
... and use us, both for your perverted desires as well as the
Keeles! I-I'll tell everything, I swear it ...!"
Again, the big woman's harsh, guttural laughter silenced
Jean. "You poor, stupid young bitch!" she spat down at the honey-
blonde teenager's nakedly cowing, white loveliness. "Don't you
suppose that's already been tried by smarter chicks than you? And
how far do you think they got? Aren't you intelligent enough to
know that nobody's going to listen to you ... that you'd only be
cutting off that pert little nose to spite what could remain a
pretty face? Come on, Wilson, get with it. There's nothing you
can do ... only make it easier on yourself ... and that starts
with me, girl, right here and now!"
It was the latter, meaningful part of the Chief Matron's
leeringly confident words that sent the clammy chill of utter
dread racing through Jean's huddled, naked young body. Abruptly,
she found herself slithering backward, her white softly rounded
buttocks scraping against the harsh material of the dirty mattress
as she cringed back toward one corner of the tiny cell, her amber-
flecked, green-eyes widening in revulsive fear. Before her, the
big woman had set down her mysterious leather bag and was slowly
undoing her robe, the expression on her ugly face one of blatant,
lecherous lust.
Dear God! She was totally naked beneath, a powerfully built,
waistless woman with heavy pendulous breasts. Instant nausea
washed through Jean's young belly at the repelling sight and for
one brief moment she thought she was going to faint.
"Oh ... oh Lord, please ... please don't ...?" the lovely
young teenager whimpered, no longer trying to hide her own
nakedness, but simply endeavoring to evade the older woman's
obvious, evil intent as she moved awesomely toward her.
"Don't be afraid, little pussy-cat. You be nice and Seybor
won't hurt you," the ugly-faced matron hissed, her heavy jaw slack
and her eyes glazing with lust as finally she stood over the
cowering girl, her hand extended down to her. "Come up here to
me. I want to hold that luscious white body of yours right up
tight to me ... to feel those firm young tits against mine with
your ass-cheeks in my hands ... they're so full and soft and
smooth looking ...! Hurry, come up here!"
"Oh ... oh God, please ...?" Jean whined in repugnance at the
other's lewd statements, her brain racing madly for any means of
possible escape, even as she realized that there was none. "Don't
make me ... I'll do anything else you want ... but not this ...
please ...?"
"Come up here you snooty little cunt!" the powerful woman
snarled, clutching her hand a second time in Jean's long, blond
hair and jerking her painfully to her feet. Then, before the
voluptuous young girl could offer the least resistance, Seybor had
her inside her imprisoning, strong arms, pressing her softly
yielding curves tightly against the smothering coarseness of her
own flesh. "Mmmmmm ... you beautiful little bitch, you! I'm
going to drive you right out of your mind ... make you cum like no
man ever could, you hear? And don't try to fight me if you know
what's good for you, or I swear I'll destroy you and that hubby of
yours completely ...!"
In her entire young lifetime, and with all of the deplorable
horrors that had been heaped upon her in that terrible place, Jean
had never felt so obscenely degraded and hopelessly lost as she
did at that moment. The older woman, with one big hand clutching
at her full, naked buttocks and the other massaging and kneading
one youthful, sensitive breast, crushed her thick-lipped mouth
wetly down against her own tender, ripe lips, sending overwhelming
waves of shameful revulsion washing through her. Unable to move in
the big woman's lecherous embrace, Jean could do nothing but let
her have her perverted way with her defenselessly cringing body,
while tears of sordid disgrace spilled down her smooth, young
cheeks.
Suddenly, she tasted-the woman's breath as she smashed her
long, thick tongue wetly into her mouth while simultaneously
pinching her tiny pink nipples into an unwanted, pebble-hardness.
Then moving both big, hot hands down to clutch at the soft, pliant
mounds of her trembling white buttocks, she ground her thick,
hair-covered pelvis obscenely against the little bowl of Jean's
belly. At the same time, the woman's heavy thigh forced its way
between the cringing young blonde to salaciously pressure and
massage with lewd, undulating movements the sensitively tender
young vaginal lips and inner pink flesh of her soft, curl-
sheltered young loins.
"Oh ... oh dear God!" Jean gasped nauseously, breaking their
kiss with a twist of her head when she felt the woman's hot, rough
hands spreading the rounded ovals of her naked white buttocks
apart to run a thick finger down through its smooth, hairless
crevice, then probe lasciviously at her tightly clenched little
anus. "Please ... please ... oh don't!" she begged futilly to the
other's heedless, panting abuses, the urge to scream out nearly
overwhelming her.
Yet, at the same time, the uselessness of the effort vaguely
registered in Jean's frantic, shame-filled brain. There was no
one to help her ... nothing she could do only submit to the
depraved woman's perverted assault ... try to shut her mind from
the despicable things she was doing to her. There was no other
way but to give herself and hope to God that it would end soon ...
that she would satisfy her warped lust ... and perhaps then, even
have a little mercy on her ...
"You like that don't you pussy-cat!" Seybor rasped, mistaking
Jean's sudden loss of tenseness against her as a sign of arousal.
"... Like your big mama's finger playing with your tight little
asshole?" The big woman began to pant more intensely then,
convinced that she had begun to reach the voluptuous young
teenager she held in their lewdly naked embrace. "Well, you
haven't seen anything yet, honey! I told you I was going to make
you cum like no man ever could, and now I'm going to prove it!"
The powerful woman let free of Jean suddenly and dropped to
her knees in front of the girl. Without a word and almost before
the lovely blonde teenager knew was happening, the Chief Matron
took hold of her white, smoothly arched hips and turned her
around. "Now, bend over, pussy-cat! Spread those luscious, soft
thighs and bend way over, then reach back and pull these delicious
ass-cheeks open! Hurry!"
Shocked at the utter perversity of her suggestion, Jean could
only stand there, gaping back over her shoulder at the naked hulk
of a woman who knelt behind her, the sight of her heavy, sagging
breasts in themselves enough to cause her young stomach to turn
over.
"Oh please ... my God, stop ... I can't ...!" Jean wailed
pathetically.
She was unprepared for the vicious slap across the sensitive
white mound of her right buttock that the angered woman stingingly
administered. "Do it, you little bitch! Do as I say before I
slap you silly! Do it!"
Too filled with fear not to obey, Jean bent forward, but
hesitated to comply with Seybor's lewd command to reach back and
spread open her buttocks.
"Put your legs apart ... further ... further!" the matron
raspingly ordered. "Damn it, bend over further!"
Jean did, until her lushly rounded young buttocks were
obscenely presented to the mercy of the big woman, all sense of
resistance suddenly draining from her. She knew now that she
would eventually be forced to give in the end, anyway. There was
nothing left but horrible humiliating submission to the depraved
female's warped desires. Oh, dear God ...!
Kneeling behind her, Seybor gaped lustfully at the full white
ovals of smooth, silken flesh offered up in slave-like servitude
before her. Damn, she had never seen anything more sensuously
intoxicating in her life. Hot waves of lecherous passion raced
through her thick loins and belly, the urge to thrust her tongue
into the deep, narrow crevice and lick her way down to the thin
ribbon of revealed pink flesh between her golden, hair-fringed
cunt lips nearly over-whelming ... but no, not yet! She'd waited
too long to get the little bitch this way, helpless and bent like
a lowly serf before her. Now, she had to extract the most from
it!
She held herself in restraint, anticipating the delicious
moment when she would lean forward and plunge her tongue into the
satiny canyon the rounded white moons formed. And what a proud
young ass it was, swaying defeatedly before her. She would break
her completely, the arrogant little cunt ... would have her
squirming and begging before this night was out.
Hungrily, she lay her hot, sweaty hands on the smoothly
ovaled spheres, cupping their yielding, resilient flesh as they
cringed to her touch, then moved them slowly outward caressingly
over the soft, silken-skinned curves of her young hips and
downward along Jean's tapering outer thigh to her shapely calves.
Slowly, tauntingly, to the throbbing beat of her own lecherous
heart, the big woman brushed her coarse hands upward along the
smooth backs of her trembling legs, her thumbs tracing their
velvety inner-flesh up and up, until once more she cupped the
full, supple mounds, her thumbs inserted in the sensitive,
hairless crevice of Jean's helplessly exposed buttocks.
A moan of unbridled shame escaped the lovely, long-haired
teenager when she felt the quivering, white cheeks being lewdly
spread open, the matron, kneeling behind her, reveling
sadistically in the naked girl's obscene, debasing position.
Desperately, her buttocks tried to clench together against the
ever increasing pressure Seybor was exerting with her thumbs,
until the obvious uselessness of her efforts caused Jean to relax
them bit by bit. The ugly woman's face was on a level with the
thin pink folds of her young vaginal flesh, and as she watched
with gleaming eyes, they slowly parted beneath the thumbs. She
could see the slight film of moisture forming and glistening on
the soft inner-flesh of the girl's fully rounded thighs as she
pressed the lush ovaled cheeks farther and farther apart.
She leaned her eager face forward then, until it was inches
from the silken curls of Jean's blonde, pubic-hair, sprinkled over
the pouting fleshy lips of her tight young pussy, and the odor was
one of intoxicating sweetness drifting invitingly to her flaring
nostrils. Seybor swallowed deeply while her thumbs continued to
pressure outward until the lovely teenager's lust-inciting young
cunt flowered open to her frozen gaze ... until suddenly, it was
completely open and the velvety, raw inner flesh came into
tantalizing view. Hungrily, the big woman feasted on its pink
smoothness and the droplets of moisture from her secretions that
had seeped out to glisten wetly on the smooth inner flesh of her
thighs.
The lecherous Chief Matron breathed hard? then blew
tormentingly into the obscenely bent girl's thumb-spread cunt,
causing a shudder to ripple over the soft young curves of her
naked body with its unexpected sensation.
"Oh ... ooohhhh!" Jean whimpered in confused shame, twisting
her neck to look back at the perverted, naked Seybor kneeling up
behind her, clutching at her widespread buttocks, the heat of her
rapid breathing sensitively brushing against her moistly exposed
genital flesh. The young girl's own breath caught in her throat
as she sensed the woman's face move closer into her defenseless
loins, then felt the full length of her long hot tongue slip wetly
up into her helplessly cringing vaginal channel.
Her soft, voluptuous young body recoiled reflexively with a
convulsive jerk, a loud groan bursting from her chest as she tried
to squirm her buttocks free of the debasing outrage the Chief
Matron was committing on her unprotected, vulnerable young pussy.
Her stomach lurched and churned in rapidly mounting confusion and
she moaned loathingly, while the kneeling woman's fire-hot tongue
slithered wetly in and out of her slavishly upturned cunt in a
wild, animal-like frenzy.
"Ooohhhhh ... oonhhhhh ... don't ... please ... stop it, stop
it!" Jean groaningly begged in her abased degradation, her head
beginning to toss back and forth in humiliation at the older
woman's salacious teasing back between her widespread thighs and
buttocks. Oh God ... it wasn't happening ... couldn't be! It was
too despicable ... a fiendish nightmare, she tried to reason as
the long, thick tongue raced in liquid-like torrent up into her
unwanting, yet rapidly dilating young cunt.
"Ooahhh ... oohhhh, my God! You ... you filthy an-animal!"
Jean stammeringly cried in her mortification, while at the same
time, unwanted tingling spasms of lewd delight were bursting into
being inside her youthful loins and belly from the demented
licking of her awakened, moist pussy,
She sensed Seybor's rough hands smoothing in a greedy caress
once more over the soft white skin of her lips and along her
slender waist and rib-cage, then beneath to clutch and knead the
swelling firm flesh of her hanging, hardened-nippled young
breasts. She cupped and tormented them almost brutally, while her
mouth and tongue sucked and thrust into the widespread crevice of
her moistly aroused vagina with wet, obscenely echoing lapping
sounds that filled the room.
Oh God ... oh God help me, the lovely blonde teenager prayed
inwardly. The horrible female's depraved ministrations were too
much ... too much! Frantically, her brain struggled for control
against the maddening sucking and licking of the wet, intensively
incited crevice between her open legs, fighting desperately to
keep her wits from melting into the hot, liquid ravishment that
was creeping slowly, but surely, over her, telegraphing
unbelievable, bliss-filled sensations in mind-shattering
excitement through every vein, muscle and cord of her quivering
white flesh.
Seybor knew that she had won. The ugly-faced woman felt more
than triumphant, for this was no ordinary little bitch ... no
Sandy Jarvis or Montez. The proud, arrogant young beauty was for
real, every inch of her lusciously curved, naked body, and the
lecherous Chief Matron was reveling in its conquest. Suddenly,
her thick lips probed and explored until they found the erect
pulsing bud of her tiny clitoris. She heard the girl's abrupt
moan of agonized pleasure as she engulfed the little palpitating
nub between her teeth and clutching it there, raved her hot, wet
tongue over and around it in a series of ever-increasing circles.
Then, opening her lust-hungry mouth wider, she sent her ravaging
tongue upward through the moistened, raw velvety flesh to the
heated, throbbing mouth of her now hesitantly nibbling vaginal
passage.
Jean was shamefully aware that she could hardly, if at all,
any longer control herself. Her erotic stimulation had reached
beyond her mental governing. Her soft young naked body had been
lasciviously taunted into a pleasureful rapture which had
destroyed all strength, within her to fight against it. She found
herself flailing her head wantonly from side to side, her long
blonde-hair thrashing wildly, her tingling, full breasts swaying
and quivering to the rhythmic tempo of the long, thick tongue that
was fucking hotly up into her from behind. It probed and lashed
and slithered in swirling delight up into her moist, clasping
vagina, while she listened as if from another world to her own low
whimpering sounds of rising passion.
Abruptly, Jean felt the older woman grasping her hands to
pull them up and place them on her buttocks behind her.
Subconsciously she reasoned what she wanted. This time, the
nakedly twisting young girl didn't hesitate, but in stead, lewdly
clutched at the rounded, soft mounds of her white buttocks with
both small hands, pulling them widely apart as she bent further
down to the prison matron greater access to her licentiously
offered cunt.
In blinding lust at the girl's unhesitant response, Seybor
clutched at her soft-fleshed upper thighs and hips, burying her
face in the deliciously smooth wet crevice between her salaciously
spread ass-cheeks.
Jean's whines of uncontrollable, involuntary pleasure filled
the room as Seybor plunged her hot, wet tongue deeper and deeper
into the seething, fluid depths between her obscenely parted
buttocks. Then, the girl felt it flick from her clasping pussy-
hole upward toward the tiny, puckered little mouth of her anus.
Again, there was the reflective urge to scream out ... but
instead, she groaned in rapture at the surprising, wet searing
contact with the forbidden, sensitive opening. She closed her
eyes and licked at her lips in sensual enchantment.
"Oh ... oh ... oh," Jean coughed ecstatically. "Oh Lord,
don't ...!" she moaned, even as she waggled her hips, trying to
screw her tormented rectum back deeper onto Seybor's stiffly
probing tongue.
The big Chief Matron gloated inwardly, thrusting hard against
the snug, little anal lips, raising goose-flesh along the hollow
of Jean's smooth white back.
"Oh ... ooahhhh ...," the teenager continued, tossing her
head wildly, her helplessness and degradation still alive within
her, even as her naked young buttocks jerked and writhed in the
spread-open grip of her own soft, slender hands to the delicious
sensations racing maddeningly through her. "Ooohhh ... ooohhh God
...," she gasped again and again. Then, finally: "Ooohhh ...
oohhh ... yes ... yes, do it! Don't stop! My God, I've got to
cum ... please ... make me cummmmmm ...!"
"Aahhh ... now you're ready, my little pussy-cat!" the ugly-
faced woman rasped hotly, ceasing her oral ministrations, then
following with a series of heated wet kisses to Jean's intensively
fired genitals and passion-moistened inner thighs.
The Matron moved away behind her and Jean twisted her head in
a wave of disappointment to see the naked woman reaching into her
mysterious leather bag. Slowly, she released her hold on her own
soft buttocks as she saw the instrument Seybor produced ... a
strange instrument, but immediately recognizable. Jean gaped at
it in fascination, a new queer feeling at the pit of her stomach.
It was a solid rubber length in the shape of a double male penis,
one at each end, the latter at an upward angle to the first.
Attached to it were two bloated rubber testicles, and where the
bases of the penises met, an elastic strap long enough to stretch
around a pair of hips. Another strap ran from the testicles to
fit between a pair of thighs and join the first strap at the back.
"Like I told you, pussy-cat, I'm going to make you cum like
no man ever could!" the big woman repeated luridly, while Jean
watched in spellbound confusion as the other quickly stepped into
the harness, then with her heavy legs spread in a lewd, squatting
stance, inserted the angled, simulated penis into her own
excitedly open vagina ... moving it in and out slowly until its
entire length was absorbed, up between her thighs.
As the lovely blonde teenager watched in growing,
apprehension, Seybor completed her adjusting of the false male
genitals, then straightened, her big hand encircling the thickness
of the rubber cock standing out long and stiff from her pelvis,
the inflated balls hanging down loosely between her thighs.
"Hot cream," the coarse faced woman hissed licentiously,
grasping the simulated sac between her legs. "A quart of it to
empty into your tight little cunt when you cum!" She moved
forward then, the thick length of false cock held lewdly in her
hand, her huge breasts swaying obscenely with her necessary short
strides because of the penetrating dildo in her own cuntal-
channel. "Bend over again, just as you were before ... and spread
those pretty ass-cheeks wide! Big mama's going to fuck you to
death!"
As much as Jean wanted to rebel ... to defy the older woman's
vile command and debauched intentions, she realized the futility
of the effort. The depraved, naked matron intended to have her
lustful way with her now, and at any cost. There was absolutely
nothing she could do to defend her helpless young body against the
perverted outrage about to be committed on her, and she groaned
bitterly as she bent forward, spreading her legs to reassume her
lascivious, slave-like position.
"Your ass ... reach back and open your ass! Hurry!" Seybor
snapped, and once more Jean reached back with her small hands to
clutch and pull her white, softly rounded buttocks apart before
the evil woman who was moving up close behind her in her lewd,
stand-up pose.
"Oh ... oh God, please don't hurt me ...?" the teenager
pleaded, remembering the huge size of the long, thick, human-like
cock, her heart beating so loudly she felt something would burst
inside her, her belly heaving as if she were already being
penetrated to the very core.
She moaned and twisted her head, an erotic little shudder
passing over her naked white flesh at the electrifying contact of
the soft, rubbery tip with the wet, sensitive flesh of her still
hotly incited pussy ... She hardly dare breathe as she stood
petrified in her obscene position, waiting ... waiting, then
feeling the bulbous, artificial head parting the flushed, hair-
lined lips of her virgin tight cunt, while her young brain reeled
in both fear and anticipation. Then, Seybor flicked her heavy
hips slightly forward, causing a sharp needle-like pain from the
stretching pressure of the false cock-head pushing into the tight
elastic opening of her vagina.
"Aaauuugghhhh!" Jean grunted, and Seybor eagerly pressed
again. "Ooohhhh my God!" the satin-skinned, blonde girl choked as
the huge tip was forced into the forcefully stretching mouth,
brutally stretching the tender pink flesh until Jean was certain
she was being split apart from the almost unbearable outward
pressure. "Stop! You're hurting me! My God ... no, don't ...
don't!" she cried back at the woman clutching savagely at her
rounded, white hips, but her sadistic, near-inhuman expression
reminded the teenager again of the uselessness of her pleas.
Jean gaped back at her through agony-glazed eyes, the big
matron's lust-contorted face revealing the extreme pleasure she
was deriving from the torment she was inflicting. Cruelly she
kept up the slow, torturous impalement between Jean's widespread
full thighs into the moistly stretching channel of her sensitive
young cunt.
"Aaaanugghhhh ...!" the naked, blonde-haired girl grunted
gutturally to the inch by excruciating inch penetration into her
upturned vaginal passage, while Seybor's face slowly changed and
became a mask of demented passion ... as if the sight of her
helpless young victim trying to absorb the huge artificial cock
strapped to her thick loins and buried in her own seething vaginal
hole was more than she could bear. Abruptly, the matron clutched
the girl's soft, ivory-white hips in a powerful, steel-fingered
grip and thrust her heavy pelvis forward brutally, sending the
long thick artificial cock soaring up into her futilely resisting
passage with the fury of a rutting bull.
"Aaaaauungghhhhh!" Jean screamed again as the thick bulbous
head pressed the tight cringing walls of her moist vagina in
rippling waves before it, the full unending length of it plunging
into her belly until she felt the heavy, milk-filled testicles
smack down hard against the tiny bud of her erect clitoris below.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ..." she choked from her helpless bent-over
position, immobile now, not daring to move for fear of being
ripped wide open! Her young belly was stuffed to capacity with the
false cock and her vagina felt as if its tender, sensitive flesh
had been scraped raw by the vile woman's perverted assault, the
massive dildo's every simulated ridge and wrinkle discernible to
her in its buried depth inside her.
Behind her, Seybor panted excitedly in her lecherous lust,
her big coarse hands oozing all over the lewdly bent girls white
flesh, searching and entering and pulling apart and digging to
allow the girl no part of herself that was still her own secret!
This was it! Yes ... yes, she thought excitedly as she began to
move in and out of the moaning teenager's slowly acclimating cunt
channel, digging her nails into the soft white flesh of her
smoothly rounded hips, while at the same time enjoying the
salacious pleasure of the huge artificial cock that was reaming
and inciting her own pussy-hole to an extravagant culmination.
"Oh ... oh God ... y-yes ... do it ... ooohhh ... easy
...please ...?" Jean whimpered as Seybor thrust the last fraction
of the dildo's thick length into her expanding passage to nudge in
pleasureful pain at her tiny cervix. Knowing there was no escape,
the nakedly positioned young blonde felt a wave of masochistic
desire wash through her curvaceous young lady, and she began to
lend herself to it wantonly.
"Fuck back, pussy-cat!" Seybor hissed luridly, sensing the
young beauty's enraptured responses as she began to licentiously
squirm and writhe before her. "Shove that luscious ass back at me
and I'll make you cum like a fountain!"
Jean tossed her lovely head in an engulfing deluge of
unequivocal passion, the last twinges of pain rapidly leaving her
desire-aroused body, her shapely spread legs on either side of the
simulated thick cock fucking into her seething pussy, quivering
and twitching spasmodically in wild unrestraint, while velvety
noises of mounting ecstasy began to gurgle deep down in her
throat. Never before in her young life had she known anything to
equal the obscene enchantment sweeping over her. It was like
being impaled on a pleasure-filling, vibrating stake. Thrust
after thrust shot into her helplessly offered loins to explode in
a shower of building delight at each apex. Frenziedly, she began
to thrash her naked buttocks backward at the onslaught of hardened
false cock that was racing into her with breathtaking, rhythmic
fulfillment. Oh God ... she would cum ... yes ... yes, like a
fountain!
Seybor had begun to plunge the long, thick dildo into both of
them with insane force, lengthening the stroke as well as
quickening it, thrusting her heavy, hair-covered loins lustfully
against the soft yielding flesh of the girl's rounded white
buttocks, forcing the rubber phallus deeply into both of their
hot, clasping cunts. Lecherously, the feeling of power and
maleness, as always, was becoming more than she could bear. She
had to cum ... had to have release, or she'd explode!
She withdrew the heavy artificial penis nearly out of the
tight, wet sheath grasping it hungrily, then thrust forward again
into the tender young defenseless hole, causing the mushroomed
knob of its buried length inside her to smash erotically against
her own hotly tingling cervix. Her brain swam with increasing
lust. She gaped downward at the tiny pink lips of Jean's puckered
anus and without hesitation, began to worm one thick finger into
its resisting, rubbery mouth, heedless of the girl's whimpering
moans to her added defilement. Instead, the older woman continued
to work the thick finger into the hot, velvety flesh of the honey-
blonde's lewdly exposed rectum until it was buried to the palm of
her hand, while the teenager uncontrollably groaned out her own
lust-incited pleasure.
"Oh God ... oh ... oh dear God!" the obscenely bent girl
choked in desire-glazed frenzy. Her womb flared and the youthful
flushed lips of golden-fringed cunt opened even further in the
dual rape of her young, sensitive genitals.
Seybor stared lustfully downward at where her thick finger
was lewdly fucking in and out of the hotly sucking depths of
Jean's asshole, and beyond to the long, thick, artificial cock
that was slipping with glistening smoothness in and out of the
voluptuous teenager's moist, vibrant cunt. She concentrated on
the raw, pink folds of her clasping young pussy as they clung to
the rampaging length of rubber hardness she was thrusting with
jack-hammer force up into her. Again, she tried to increase the
pace and deepen the stroke as Jean writhed insanely before her,
shoving back onto the false cock with wild, frantic lurches that
could mean only one thing. The delicious little pussy-cat was
getting ready to cum!
"Oh ... ooohhhh ... don't stop ... oohhh ... harder ...
harder!" Jean gasped out in wantonly chanting gulps.
The big matron grunted obscenely in her own mounting climax,
thrusting hard and deep in her effort to plunge the mock, hardened
cock far up into the untouched sanctuary even beyond the writhing
girl's womb, rotating her own massive hips wildly around the
thick, long length of human-like phallus buried to the depths of
her own heaving belly. She watched and felt her pendulous breasts
quiver and jerk erotically against her and the flesh of her heavy
buttocks rippling with the ferocity of her jarring motions.
In her earth-shattering ecstasy, Jean felt the new sweet pain
to her insides as the head of the huge, deeply sunk cock made an
almost expanding convulsion that threatened to mangle her inner
organs. Then, it began to spurt! She could feel the deliciously
hot, white liquid shooting into her with the sensation of male
sperm, sloshing around her dilated womb like a stream of searing
lava. The very pores of her teenaged cunt-walls reflexively opened
to it, oozing forth their own enraptured answer, spilling her
climatic secretions into the already flooded cavern of her
spasming cunt.
It was maddeningly beautiful! No words could ever describe
it! She was out of her mind with the enchantment!
She clawed frantically back beneath her writhing buttocks
with both hands to eagerly squeeze at the mock balls pressed into
the widespread crevice of her quivering white buttocks. Her legs
trembled, jelling, as if suddenly boneless, but the clutching
hands at her hips held her fast, while the enormous cock continued
to squirt into her. Delicious hot jets streamed from its head
never-endingly in blissful, unbelievable white rivers, overflowing
her womb and gushing out the sucking, convivial young cunt-lips
mouthing the base of the false cock, saturating in torrents the
silky, pubic hair it was buried so deeply into.
"Oh ... oh God ... don't stop ... please! I-I'm cumming ...
cuuummmiinugggg!" Jean wailed passionately.
"Like a fountain, pussy-cat? Is it! Is it?" Seybor gasped
as she fucked wildly into the luridly bent young girl.
"Yesss ... ooohhh yesssssss!" she screamed, while the
seething walls of her clasping pussy slicked ravenously at the
squirting, false cock, until it offered one final spurt, the last
drop of its pleasure-bringing mockery driven from it ...
It was over ... exhaustedly completed! Jean felt the release
of the powerful matron's big hands at her bruised, soft hips and
swimmingly, she fell forward onto the mattress, the long, thick
hardened dildo pulling out of her with salacious, wet sucking
sound. She curled onto her side and stared up at the grotesque
form of the naked woman with the lewd instrument pervertedly
hanging from her wet loins.
"Quite a cock, isn't it, pussy-cat?" she said grinning
luridly as she unhitched the harness and obscenely withdrew it
from her own vaginal channel. "Never had anything like that in
your hot little belly before, now did you?"
Jean said nothing, but sensed her face flushing shamefully
and once more attempted to ball into a protective, curled
position. The big woman laughed and picked up her robe, slipping
it on. Finally, Jean managed: "H-How long do I have to stay here
...?"
"Well now ... that depends on you, pussy-cat," Seybor replied
gloatingly as she tucked the still glistening dildo, wet with both
of their passion-released secretions, into its leather case.
"Like I told you in the beginning, you be nice to me and I'll look
after you ... know what I mean?
Jean cringed inwardly at her obvious meaning. This wasn't
the end of it ... only the beginning ... but she had to get out of
there and back up with Sandy and Carla now ... Her mind was made
up. Slowly, she nodded her pretty head and relucantly hissed: "Y-
Yes ... I understand ..."
"That's better, pussy-cat ... and next time, we'll change
around," the Chief Matron lewdly suggested. "You can play the
daddy and make love to me, just the way I did to you ..."
Dear God! Just the thought was enough to make Jean nauseous
to the point of wanting to vomit ... but she had to pretend ...
yes ... yes! Again, she nodded her lovely head, while at the same
time her mind raced frantically.
"All right, pussy-cat. Come on and I'll take you back up,"
the ugly-faced woman said, reaching down and helping her onto her
feet, then slipping an arm around the voluptuous, naked teenaged
girl, her big, coarse hand immediately cupping and licentiously
fondling Jean's firm, full white breasts. "You're going to need
some rest along with Jarvis and Montez for the Keele party
tomorrow night." She snickered in her lurid fashion. "You three
and a couple more are going to provide the entertainment for the
wheels at the Spaxton get-together, and I wouldn't want you
dragging when all of those cocks and cunts swing into action, eh?"
Once more, an apprehensive feeling of utter despair charged
through Jean's helplessly naked young body ... but with it came
the first inkling of a possible plan of escape, and it was this
far-fetched, yet to be developed scheme, that suddenly gave her
the necessary uplift to go on. She even managed to smile at the
evil woman who was obscenely running her vile hands over the
helpless soft curves of her naked young body as they moved out
into the corridor.
"Ahhh, that's better, pussy-cat ... much better," Seybor
gasped while they walked, her rekindling lust obvious in her tone.
"Your big mama made you cam like a fountain, didn't she ...?
Didn't she?"
"Oh yes," Jean replied almost subconsciously, even as the
matrons lewd hands continued to stroke and caress her unprotected,
white curves with a hungry possessiveness. Her keen young brain
was too occupied to any longer notice or care ...
Chapter 20
Dawn was brightening the skies in the east when they drove
away from the Keele residence. Behind the wheel, Jack Heath
maneuvered their convertible in a firm-lipped silence, while his
young wife rested with her lovely head lying back against the
upholstered seat, her eyes staring dreamily off toward the glow of
the new-born day. She was either exhausted or high, he couldn't
decide which, but in either case, the satiated expression of
fulfillment on her beautiful face only added to the bitter ire
churning in his guts since Maggie had tuned in on their licentious
six-a-neuf performance hours before. The deceitful bitch ...
she'd been conning him all along... "Oh darling I could never go
all tile way and let you cum there ..." The lousy little liar!
How many other cocks had she sluttishly drained of their cum in
their own crowd and lied about it? And why the big denial? That
was part of it, wasn't it ... no sexual hang-ups ... and whatever,
always the come-clean truth between them after ... no secrets?
Damn her ... damn her! If he didn't love her so much it
wouldn't matter, but he did, though for the life of him, at that
moment, he couldn't imagine why. Had Maggie ... that
spellbinding, wanton woman ... Christ, she'd all but sapped the
goddamned marrow from his bones ... but had she only agreed and
joined him in making Carol's and Max's suck-circus a foursome,
he'd have gotten in a few licks of vengeance that his loving wife
wouldn't have forgotten right away, and there wasn't a damn thing
she could've done about it. They could ill-afford to blow the
scene after coming this far ... at least, that's the way he'd felt
about it then, but now he wasn't so sure. The trigging cost was
beginning to look all out of proportion to the end gains. Christ,
he loved her, the beautiful blonde vixen ... at least, he wanted
to, but ... goddamnit, now he was so fucking confused ...!
Of course, it wasn't too late for her to make a clean breast
of it all, the way they had always done with the capitol crowd
after a "swapmeet." And if she came right out and told him she'd
sucked the lecherous bastard to completion, and it was the first
time she'd ever gone the whole route, then he'd believe her ...
believe her because he wanted to. But damnit, she wasn't saying a
word, hadn't since they'd climbed into the car. He glanced over
at the manner in which she was still almost languorously slouched
in the seat, her head lying back, the slightly spread position of
her shapely long legs with the smooth white flesh of her rounded
thighs carelessly revealed beneath her hitched up mini-skirt. His
limply drained penis responded with an aching, uncontrollable
lurch, but then the expression of sensual contentment on her
lovely face immediately doused that spark.
Angrily, he hit the accelerator. He had to unwind somehow,
or blow wide-open. Maybe it was the joints of hash Max Keele had
broke out to settle them all down just before they left that was
responsible for her mien of satiated tranquillity. She was high;
he was, he knew, and damn, he was grateful for that under the
circumstances...
"Don't drive so fast, Jack," she said without looking at him,
her tone of voice nearly emotionless.
He glanced at her again and saw that she hadn't moved from
her provokingly supine position "Well, glad to know that you're
still with me," he edgily replied. "I was beginning to think you
were still up on a cloud with that lecherous sonofabitch we humbly
refer to as our boss."
"You sound terribly vindictive, darling," she said, her soft
intonation unchanged. "Didn't your end of the party go so well?"
Goddamn, for two-cents he'd backhand her right across the
teeth; he was a roaring furnace inside ... Keep cool ... keep cool
...! "I didn't intend that it would," he lied, struggling to keep
his voice calmed. "Remember, we had a purpose?"
"And I think we accomplished it," she said, dreamily.
"Anyway, we'll know better tonight won't we."
"You sound as if you might be looking forward to it with
vigor," he snapped, worming his way with an angry recklessness
through the sparse, early morning traffic.
"Well aren't you?" she questioned, raising her head for the
first time to look over at him.
"Depends what phase of the program you're referring to, Mrs.
Heath," he replied, sensing her unwavering stare measuring him.
"Personally, I went into this arrangement for the monetary reward,
not the entertainment en passant."
"I-I don't think I like your inference, Jack," Carol managed,
a qualmy tightness knotting in her belly as she straightened in
the seat and tugged demurely at her tiny skirt. God, was she
wearing the sensuous feelings Max had aroused in her that openly?
It must be the pot. She had to get hold of herself ...!
"Was I inferring? Or could it be that I struck a vein of
guilt in your conscience, my love?"
"A-A vein of guilt ...!" she half-choked, as much angered by
his tacit question as she was flustered by her own lack of
emotional camouflage. God, she had never intended that he would
know ... not really know ... or was he just making little green-
eyed stabs in the dark? She had to bluff her way now ...! "Just
what in hell are you trying to get at, Jack Heath?"
"Oh shit, Carol! Let's not play games, eh? I know you,
remember ... your husband, the guy you sleep with when you're not
tied up for the night?" he spat, immediately sorry for the latter,
unfair barb, but for one brief second his jealous rage had nearly
gotten the better of him. Quickly, he added with a wry sneer: "My
loving wife, the straight girl with all the inhibitions!"
Carol sensed the blood flushing hotly into her cheeks, a
short-lived wave of apprehensive shame and guilt washing through
her. My God, he had to know, but how? Had he seen her ...
watched them from some voyeuristic advantage ... or was he still
just stabbing out wildly? All right, it was his move! She'd be
damned if she would make any open confessions!
"Just what am I supposed to feel guilty about, lord and
master?" she threw at him, forcing the knife-like edge to her
tone. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but I've been laboring under
the impression that this swapping arrangement with the Keeles was
to both our mutual advantage, and like all the others in the
capitol, agreed on before hand. Or maybe it's just that I've
suddenly blown my mind, eh ...?"
"Don't get cute with me, Carol," Jack flung sharply back at
her. "And don't try to compare the old gang parties to a night
with that lecherous sonofabitch! Christ, at least the capitol
crowd were all friends our own age, and ... and the whole idea
with them had been to strengthen our marriage, not to undermine
it, or is my memory failing me!"
"God, something is failing you, I swear!" Carol replied,
feeling a resurgence of confidence at his unhidable jealousy. He
was floundering, flailing out wildly, blinded by his jaundiced
eye, and as much as that usually did nice little things for her
ego, this time it was almost nauseating to her. "And if you don't
slow this damned car down, everything is going to be failing both
of us! Please, Jack will you drive slower... please ...?"
He did, but subconsciously; her unexpected haughtiness had
completely upset him. Christ, he'd handled it badly right from
the beginning, instead of keeping silent as he'd planned. But
maybe it wasn't too late for that treatment. She knew damned well
he was plenty up-tight, and sooner or later she was going to
conclude why, if she hadn't already. He could wait now; he'd
planted the self-incriminating seeds.
Carol welcomed the end of their verbal barrage. The silence
was soothing, even though the atmosphere between them was tensely
strained. He'd been right about one thing, she thought as they
drew closer to their apartment: there was no comparing her wanton
performance with Max Keele to any other "swap" arrangements she
had ever participated in. And she had no desire, as in the past,
to discuss it with her husband, or work into the usual love-making
with him to prove where their true affections really lie.
In fact, she felt no urge to try and smooth things. Let him
stew in his jealousy; it might do him some good in the long run.
Besides, in the wake of her absolute sensual fulfillment she felt
like doing nothing but reveling in the physical satiation of her
still tingling young body. The mere thought of sex now with Jack
after the erotic, and excitably obscene session with Max, seemed
like the chaser that followed a good stiff drink ... only to put
out the fire and spoil the effect.
It wasn't that her love for Jack had lessened in the
slightest; it was simply that the big handsome Penal Director had
aroused in her an almost mesmerizing desire for his carnally
salacious lovemaking. Dear God, what a licentious animal he was!
No man had ever brought her such absolute physical enchantment,
she realized, remembering how she had sucked his huge cock with
eager voraciousness, until his raging hot sperm had squirted down
her throat, the vivid memory alone sufficient to again send wild
sensations of lustful incitement racing through her sensitive
young loins and belly.
She had never done that before to any man ... couldn't bring
herself to ... not even to Jack, but there had been some
unfathomable, lewdly compelling charisma this vilely wicked lecher
emitted that she couldn't fight against, and God knows, she would
do it again! She would ... she would! If only Jack possessed one
fraction of Max's dynamic magnetism, what a success he would be!
Yes ... and a measure of his animalism, too ...!
God, she could hardly wait for night to come ... and the
Spaxton meeting. She could only imagine the orgiastic acts
indulged in, her lewd mental scenes adding fuel to the rekindling
desire in her sensuously exhausted young body. If only it never
had to end ...
* * *
Jack slept fitfully throughout the morning, finally awakening
shortly after noon to see and feel the warmth of Carol's lushly
curved nakedness beside him, contentedly relaxed in the throes of
sleep. For a long moment he stared at her beautiful reposed face,
the pangs of his jealousy creeping back over him. Her slightly
parted, full ripe lips reminded him of the way they had been
wrapped around Keele's huge cock and once more his gut knotted in
vindictive bitterness. He let his eyes move hungrily down over
her soft, sensually arousing contours which the silken sheet
couldn't hide, but rather, enhanced as she lay there on her back,
the thin material clinging provocatively to them. Damn her, why
hadn't she confided in him ... told him the whole story as always?
Had she been afraid of what he would say, or do? No ... no, he
couldn't believe that. There was only one answer: she didn't want
him to know ... because she never wanted to do it to him! The
bitch! For two-cents he'd climb right up on top of her and shove
his cock right down her throat!
She stirred slightly and he felt his lips begin to tremble in
his rage. He clenched his hands into fists and waited until he
was certain that she slept once more, then he quietly climbed from
the bed. No, he wasn't going to blow it all now! He could wait
that much longer ... and then he'd have his sweet vengeance with
all of its side-dishes in the bargain. First-things first, and
number one on his list at that moment was a good stiff drink to
help calm him, then he would take care of the rest ...
Sleep, baby, sleep! I think you're going to need it!
Chapter 21
Earlier, the Chief Matron had issued the five girls chosen to
"entertain" at the Spaxton meeting their wardrobe for the evening
... a brief and sexy little mini-dress, nothing more with the
exception of their shoes. When the ugly-faced Seybor returned to
Jean's, Sandy's, and Carla Montez's shared cell where the other
two girls, Dollie Malloy and Barbara Sayer, two attractive
teenaged brunettes, had been made to join them, the five youthful
beauties sat side by side facing one another on the edges of the
small beds, their legs modestly held together to hide their
pantieless young loins even from each other.
Minutes before the big woman's arrival, fifteen year old
Dollie with fearful tears brimming in her dark-eyes had said:
"Honest, I'm so scared I could scream! Doing it with a boy is one
thing, but with old and fat men ... God!"
"Hey now, get hold of yourself, honey," lovely Carla Montez,
an eighteen year old professional prostitute encouraged, slipping
an arm around the younger girl beside her. "It's not all that bad
in the first place, and in the second, you know the plans ..."
"Shhhh!" Jean cautioned, holding a finger to her pursed lips.
"Seybor's got ears like a blood-hound's nose."
"Speaking of hounds, I wonder if that beautiful Kappy will be
on hand to do his bit?" red-headed Sandy Jarvis put in with a
little smile of anticipation.
Jean, too, felt a tiny ripple of excitement twinge in her
belly at the mention of the great German shepherd, her cheeks
flushing lightly at the memory of her first introduction to him.
She turned her head, hoping the others hadn't noticed.
"I'll take him anytime to the rest of those lecherous old
bastards," Carla replied, lighting a cigarette.
"Oh God!" the long, raven-haired Barbara Sayer, a sixteen
year older exclaimed. "You mean ... w-we have to do it with a
dog, too ...?"
"Oh, but what a dog, honey!" Carla said, rolling her big eyes
and licking at her lips as she let out smoke from her lungs.
"He'd put most men I've laid to shame ..."
"All right, let's go back over our plan," Jean interrupted.
"We haven't much time left. Does everyone understand what they do
...?"
It was at that precise moment that Seybor had walked in on
them, a coarse grin twisting her thick-lipped mouth as the girls
immediately fell silent.
"Discussing the hot events to come, I presume," the Chief
Matron luridly taunted in her raspy voice. "Well, some of you
already know what it's about, and the other two are going to
learn. Remember, you can either enjoy it or blow it. I'd advise
you to play your cards right and make them happy, male and female;
you might even do yourselves some good. I understand there's
going to be some state big-wheels there, and they'll expect the
right kind of "entertainment," eh? I've got your regular quota of
"trip-tonic" here ... that is if you want it. It helps ... if you
know what I mean ..."
"We've decided that we don't need it," Jean said, looking
directly into the big woman's ugly face.
"Yeah ...?" Seybor questioned in surprise. "Now listen,
pussy-cat, you better not douse this show up if you know what's
good for you ..."
"Don't worry, we're not fools, Seybor," Carla cut her short.
"We know what's expected of us ... and what'll happen if we don't
'give our all', so as to speak, eh?"
The big matron's eyes narrowed as she leveled them on the
attractive Latin girl. "You better give your all, Montez, if you
know what's good for you. Otherwise, you're going to answer to
me."
"And I can't think of anything more revolting than that,
Seybor," the long-haired brunette replied with a sneer.
"Bitch!" Seybor hissed, venomously. "I'll get you yet ...
wait and see!"
"Ugh!" Carla made a pretended gagging sound, followed by a
nauseated contortion of her pretty face. "Better I should eat
shit!"
The powerful matron's homely face flushed an angry red as she
clenched her strong hands into fists in an effort to control her
mounting rage. For a long and tensed moment silence hung heavy in
the room, until Jean dared to break it.
"I-Isn't it about time we left for the Keele house?"
The big woman let off a hissing sigh, then nodded her head.
"Okay ..., okay, Montez, I'll wait a little longer ... until you
hang yourself. Meantime, on your feet, cunts.... it's time for
the show to start ..."
* * *
Nervously, Carol Heath paced back and forth across the living
room of their apartment, occasionally glancing at her watch, then
walking to a mirror to primp at her hair or fidget with the black,
cocktail mini garment she had chosen to wear. She felt quite
naked actually, never having worn the low-cut dress without a bra
before, but it seemed in keeping, under the circumstances. By the
same token, she had decided against panties, her panty-hose
seemingly sufficient, and the lack of these usual necessities
snuggling against the softness of her young vagina gave rise to
the little heated sensations fermenting in her belly.
God, she had no idea what had happened to Jack. She hadn't
seen him since they'd exhaustedly climbed into bed that morning,
and when she'd awakened late in the afternoon he was gone. His
absence hadn't surprised her too much; there were things to be
taken care of and she'd assumed he was doing that. But when he
hadn't returned for dinner, she had begun to wonder, and now it
was passed nine, the hour they were due at the Keeles. God, was
it possible that his jealousy had gotten the better of him and
he'd simply walked off ... maybe even left her? But ... but he
wouldn't do that ... would he ... under the circumstances ... or
would he? He'd been very angry with her, she realized, and all
because she hadn't been willing to discuss their "party" as they
always had in the past ... and yes, he was that jealous!
But nothing had really changed; she still loved him as much
as ever, and she was certain that he loved her. Max Keele hadn't
destroyed that, anymore than she felt sure that Maggie could never
steal his love from her. It had simply been the lustful chemistry
of it all, and even now she had only to review the wildly lewd
events of the night before to start the licentiously tingling
sensations racing through her still-excited young body.
Damn him, why didn't he come? Again, she glanced at her
watch. Angrily, she nibbled at the inner flesh of her upper lip.
What if he had walked out on her? What would she do? Damn him
... damn him! Well, one thing she knew for certain that she was
going to do, and that was go to this Spaxton meeting! Even if she
had to call a taxi and go by herself! There was too much at stake
now to let it all fall through! So ... if that's the way he
wanted to play it, it was all right with her! To hell with you,
Jack Heath! I'm not waiting another minute ...!
And she didn't!
* * *
Maggie Keele walked around the luxurious suite of their
bedroom quarters completely naked, with Kappy following close
behind her. She carried a scotch-soda in her hand and wore her
softened, alluring smile. Dropping onto the expensive, fur-
upholstered bench of her vanity, she turned to look at her
dressing husband who was glancing out the large window overlooking
the large circular drive. She said:
"Is it beginning to look like the governor's parking lot,
darling?"
"Just about," Max replied without looking at her. "Chief
Lannigan and Judge McGraw just arrived with their frumpy fraus."
"Have you seen the Heaths yet?"
"No. That's why I'm watching. It's almost nine-thirty," he
said, a little ring of concern in ... his voice.
Maggie smiled at his broad back. "You liked that novice
little pussy, eh daddy?"
He turned, offering her a lewd grin. "Enough so that I want
to try it again."
"Sharingly tonight, remember," his wife taunted.
Max chuckled. "Listen, there's enough there and then some to
go around, baby."
"Hmmmmm ... I might sample it myself, once things get into
full swing," Maggie said, cupping her fully rounded white breasts
from beneath and admiringly watching her own provocative
reflection in the mirror. Caressingly, she trapped their wine-
colored nipples between two fingers of each hand and erotically
provoked them into swollen hardness. She caught sight of Kappy's
deep-brown animal-eyes attentively watching and reached out to pat
his massive head, another thought coming to mind. "Have the girls
been brought over yet?" she questioned.
"Yeah, I saw Seybor ushering them in ... five of them," Max
answered, applying brushes to the temples of his graying hair.
"That ought to be enough to form the nucleus of some real sporting
daisy-chains."
I want Jean Wilson for Kappy first," Maggie said, her onyx-
eyes narrowing vindictively as she continued to massage the
rounded white mounds of her firm, full breasts in the mirror.
"That should get things off to a good start."
"You really have got it in for the poor kid, haven't you?"
He shook his handsome head, mentally enumerating the lurid paces
they had both put the luscious little blonde bitch and her husband
through since he'd first forced Judge McGraw to place them in his
home as servants. Actually, he doubted that the kids had been
guilty of possessing pot, but once he'd eyed that tight, rounded
young ass, there'd been nothing but lechery in his heart, and a
hardened cock in his pants. And Christ, what a sweet fuck she'd
been ... in fact, he might go a little piece of that again tonight
in between Carol Heath and that red-headed Sandy Jarvis ...
I've got it in for a lot of people, darling, Maggie thought
to herself as she continued to massage her breasts and the soft,
satiny flesh of her belly and abdomen, feeling the silkiness of
her dark pubic curls brushing against the edge of her slender
hand. One of which is you, once I get my young lover-man trained
... and that isn't going to take long with that marvelous young
cock of his ...
"What the hell is that stuff you doctored the drinks with
tonight?" Max asked, interrupting her scheming thoughts.
"Pargyline, darling. I was given to understand that it's not
fully developed as to all of its uses as yet, but supposedly it's
far ahead of L-Dopa as an aphrodisiac. I promised our friend, Dr.
Ganzza, that we'd give it a real test on the girls and guests
tonight ... though I doubt that you or I will need any. Just be
careful only to drink from the marked bottles."
Again, Max chuckled to himself. Leave it to Maggie to arouse
the basest animal instincts in either a male or female. He had no
idea what this Pargyline was, but he'd bet his ass it was
effective to the nth degree, especially if that abortion machine,
Ganzza, had anything to do with it. The bastard should've been
drummed out of the human race years ago ...
"Well, I'm going down and join the fray, Mrs. Keele," he said
taking one last look at himself in the mirror. "I presume you'll
make your regular dynamic appearance in due time?"
Maggie turned her alluring, if severely beautiful, smile on
him. "Very shortly, darling. I have only to slip on my gown."
"I don't know why you bother," he said, grinning. "You won't
have it on that long."
"Only so that some handsome young man like Jack Heath can
take it off for me, lover," she sensually replied, still caressing
her lush, white breasts. "A woman likes that, you know."
"Ill remember it," he said, walking toward the door. "And
happy fucking, my dear."
"Likewise, I'm sure, darling ..."
Chapter 22
Jack Heath was not so drunk that he didn't know what he was
doing, but he'd spent most of the afternoon wandering from bar to
bar, and the last two hours in a neighborhood establishment not
two blocks from the Keele home. Once he'd gotten the business at
hand taken care of, his mind had refilled with the jealous rage
that had been with him since witnessing Carol's wanton performance
with Max Keele the night before. And the more he thought about it
the angrier he became, drinking another and another with each
increasing degree of rage, until on an empty stomach it was not
long before he was staggeringly inebriated.
Still, he felt quite confident that he knew what he was
doing, and that if he didn't stop he wouldn't be doing anything
very long ... he'd pass out. Well, fuck that too! What
difference did it make? Without Carol nothing mattered, and she'd
blown their whole goddamned marriage by not coming clean with him
that morning. The beautiful sweet bitch ... goddamn her ...
sucking that lecher-bastard's cock and swallowing his filthy hot
sperm right down into her soft belly ... his own little soft,
white belly! The sluttish bitch! Christ, how he loved her! Why
hadn't she come right out and told him, like always? He would've
understood, but to try and hide it from him ... and after the
tender way he had always treated her. Shit, he'd never forced her
to do anything she didn't want to when they made love, and he'd
insisted that none of the capitol gang ever take advantage of her
either. Well, maybe that's where he'd made his mistake, eh? If
he'd just socked it to her anyway he felt like, made her suck him,
or anything else he could think of, it all might be different
right now ... And maybe it wasn't too late for that, either!
With blurred eyes, he looked at his watch. Nine-thirty. All
right, goddamnit, before he threw in the towel, one last try.
He'd go back to the apartment and lay it on the line ... No, he'd
just rip off his clothes and hers too, if she wasn't already in
bed; then he'd have the whole goddamned thing out with her once
and for all. No more pretended inhibitions! She was either going
to be his wife or not, and there was no time like the present to
find out!
Angrily, he stumbled from the bar into the street and hailed
a cab. He couldn't remember now where he'd left his car, and that
was just as well, he reasoned. He was too drunk to drive it
anyway; besides, he didn't want to concentrate on anything but the
wild fucking party he was going to revel in with that voluptuous
blonde creature he called "wife" ... even if he had to beat the
shit out of her first ...!
* * *
Having gone through the sordid experience once before, Jean
Wilson was not surprised when Seybor led them into the Keele's
rumpus room on the second floor of the mansion to where the so-
called Spaxton meeting was taking place. The sight of the maze of
naked, as well as near-naked, bodies in the soft light engaged in
every form of obscene coupling and act imaginable, did not shock
her as it had the first time, yet she couldn't deny the tight
feeling of apprehensive fear gnawing at her insides.
Beside her, she saw the faces of both Barbara and Dollie
blanch even in that faint light, and she reached out to give both
of their trembling young hands a squeeze of encouragement. Then,
before they had gone three more steps, Bige Lannigan, the
deceitful Chief of Police, had barged forward to grab Sandy,
running his big, fat hand lewdly up in under her tiny dress
between her soft, white thighs.
"Come on, you little red-headed bitch!" he rasped foully as
Sandy jerked with natural reflex to his abusing hand between her
legs. "You're my sucking girl tonight, and I've got a loaded cock
as hard as a lead weight! Come on, let's get over here where you
can get at it ...!"
Jean watched Sandy force her receptive little smile, knowing
the revulsion her young friend had to be feeling, especially
without the drugged effects of their usual "trip-tonic." God, she
hoped she'd done the right thing by talking the girls out of
taking it, but it was going to be necessary that they keep their
wits if their plan was ever to work ... and this would be the only
chance they would ever get if it didn't.
"Oh, my Dollie gasped, watching the fat police official
leading Sandy willingly away. "I can't go through with it, Jean!
I just can't ...!"
"Stop that talk!" Jean snapped at her. "You've got no
choice, unless you want to be just raped anyway, and that, I
promise you, would be horrible!"
"Well, how about a little drink, girls?" Max Keele's voice
interrupted them, and simultaneously, they both felt his big, warm
hands caressing their young, rounded buttocks through the sheer
material of their short-skirted dresses
"Sounds fine to me," Carla put in. "I can see the good Judge
McGraw eyeing me again, and a stiff belt is going to make his
ancient tongue a lot more enticing in my pussy."
Max laughed outright. "That's the girl, Carla ... the way we
like to hear you talk. Might just as well get at the heart of the
problem, eh?"
"Might better," the Latin beauty smiled up into the big
handsome face of the Director of Correction, the thought crossing
Jean's mind that Carla wouldn't at all mind a romp with the
powerful man.
"Come on, we'll go over to the bar first, then join the fun
and games after," he said, leading them off through the scattered,
occupied couches.
It was not until after they had welcomed their third
concoction of a punch-drink which went down as easy as water, that
Max Keele dispensed them like slaves to chosen middle-aged men,
ordering lean alone to stay with him. At first, the lovely blonde
teenager was of the impression that he was going to be her love-
partner and being that she had already been exposed to his lustful
methods, she was not wholly repulsed by the thought. At least, he
was more desirable than the two fat, middle-aged senators who had
lecherously whipped the reluctant Barbara and a near-crying Dollie
away ...
Then, two things happened. Maggie Keele made her dramatic
entrance in white, billowing, see-through silk that brushed the
floor, the massive German shepherd, Kappy at her side, while
flanking her on the left, walked a strikingly voluptuous,
strawberry-blonde wearing a contrasting black mini dress that did
nothing but enhance her breathtaking curves. Max Keele saw them
at the same time, and Jean had only to look at him to realize
she'd guessed wrong. The girl who had entered with Maggie was
obviously to be his chosen partner for the night.
Jean said nothing as the big man took her by the arm, walking
her toward the newcomers, though a light wave of disappointment
rippled through her, along with a sudden strange sensation that at
first caused her a few seconds of giddiness this was followed
immediately by a series of sensual fermentations in her young
loins and belly ... tingling-like little spasms that she couldn't
at all understand ...
"Her husband, Jack, hasn't arrived and Carol has no idea
where he is," Maggie Keele said sharply, her dark onyx eyes almost
glaring at her husband as if he were to blame.
"Oh ...? Well, maybe he'll show in a little while," Max
replied, taking hold of Carol's arm while his steel-gray eyes
lecherously devoured her youthful lowliness. "Why don't you and I
go to the bar and have a drink, dear? I think my wife has some
plans for this little doll beside me, don't you, Maggie?
Jean felt her stomach sink. Her pulse began to pound as she
stared fearfully into the narrowed eyes of the white-gowned woman
who had more then once displayed her wrathful hatred of her.
"Most definitely, I do!" the raven-haired Superintendent
snapped. "Up front, Wilson ... on the fur-rug in the center of
the room. I'm sure you remember, don't you?"
"Oh ... oh please, not that, Mrs. Keele ...?" Jean pleaded,
even as she sensed a moistening dampness between her inner thighs
which had unanswerably seeped from the warmly flushing lips of her
vagina.
"Do as you're told, girl!" Maggie snapped, irascibly. "Don't
be difficult. You know what happens to my incorrigibles, don't
you? Well then, don't make me hand you over to Seybor. Now, up
front ... my baby here feels the urge to exercise his animal-
loins, don't you, darling?"
"Oh ... oh God ...," Jean moaned despairingly as Maggie
caught her roughly by the arm and led her to the center of the
room.
"Wh-What is she going to do to that girl?" Carol half choked,
not yet quite able to comprehend the absolute lascivious
performance going on all around her, say nothing of what she
feared was about to take place between the lovely young blonde
girl and the massive German shepherd Maggie had called her baby!
"You'll see, honey," Max said with a lewd little chuckle.
"Meantime, let's get a pitcher of punch and take a ringside couch.
You won't want to miss a minute of this show ..."
Carol stood as if frozen in a sudden benumbed shock, watching
Maggie Keele stripping the dress from the helpless girl to reveal
her young curvaceous body in all of its whitely shimmering
nakedness. She was unaware that Max had left her to go to the bar
... unaware of anything at that moment but the obvious plight of
the beautiful blonde girl whose amber-flecked green eyes had
suddenly taken on an almost glazed effect ... as if she hardly
knew what she was doing, or what was being done to her. And then,
Maggie was ordering her down onto all fours, and finally her head
lowered until her full, young breasts flattened against the fur-
rug, her rounded white buttocks obscenely raised with shapely
thighs spread wide apart ...
"Now, Kappy ... she's yours! Fuck, baby, fuck!" Carol heard
Maggie command the great animal, and then Max was beside her
again, taking her arm and leading her toward their ringside couch
...
Whatever in God's world had suddenly come over her, Jean had
not the remotest idea, except that suddenly she was near
intoxicated with lustful anticipation in her drink befogged world.
"Oh God," she thought helplessly, "I shouldn't have taken it!"
She felt the cool breath of air bathing the smooth crevice
separating the whiteness of her licentiously splayed buttocks,
brushing over the tiny raised circle of her slightly puckered anus
and taunting the raw, glistening strip of hot flesh between her
now vibrantly flushed cunt-lips. Her swelling young breasts
tingled wildly as she purposefully caressed their sensitive
hardness against the soft fur-rug. Oh God ... why didn't they
make him do it to her ... now ... now! Her brain reeled,
unfathomably. Yes, she wanted it now ...!
And then, she felt something cold and wet abruptly brushing
against the lewdly exposed smooth crevice separating her spread
white buttocks, finally moving downward toward the moistened,
flowered-open flesh between her involuntarily palpitating vaginal
lips. Reflexively, she stiffened and jerked at the wet spasmodic
touches against her sensitively aroused genitals. Then, as the
long animal-tongue snaked out to lick wetly up and down the soft
trembling ass-crevice surrounding the tiny pink hole of her
rectum, Jean breathed a gasping sigh of drugged anticipation, a
salacious thrill of delight rippling through her voluptuously
naked body.
Carol was hardly conscious of Max Keele's strong arm
encircling her waist, its big powerful hand cupping the almost
naked fullness of one breast, while his other rested hotly on her
thigh below her skirt. She was too awe-struck by the
overwhelmingly licentious orgies going on around her. Not even in
her wildest imaginations had she visualized such debauchery ...
middle-aged women with their lust-contorted faces buried obscenely
in the open loins of one another ... young helpless girls from the
Home sucking the hardened penises of lecherous old men, while
another fucked into them from behind ... and most shocking of all,
the poor defenseless girl not six feet in front of her who had
been forced into her absolutely beastial position before the
massive dog that had begun to ruttishly lick at her nudely
vulnerable young loins.
Dear God! What had she foolishly let herself in for ... and
without Jack there to help her? Th-This was no ordinary little
"swap" party; she was in the midst of a whole group of debauched
sex maniacs"
Dry mouthed, she eagerly gulped from the glass of sweet-
tasting punch in her hand, half emptying it as she gaped at the
unbelievably lewd reactions of the obviously drugged girl bent
slave-like on the floor in front of her. She was waggling her
upraised young buttocks uncontrollably back as the massive
animal's wet tongue-tip burrowed for a moment at the tiny puckered
opening of her pink anus, then, the long length of hot animal
flesh began to lap greedily at the splayed, coral mouth of her
moistly glistening pussy. The girl's breath seemed to catch
excitedly in her throat to the fluid tonguing of her Bushed loins,
laving from the raisin-like lips of her tiny little anal-hole down
over the ragged pink edges of her desire-swollen cunt, reaching to
the tiny, pulsing bud of her erect clitoris.
An unheralded sensation of sympathetic excitement rippled
through Carol's sensuous loins and belly at the erotically
stimulating sight, and for a brief moment she felt her head swim
giddily ... this followed by another series of throbbing
sensations in her belly and slowly moistening vagina. My God, was
the utterly obscene spectacle taking place before her
uncontrollably kindling her own desires? Oh God, she had to get
out of there ... before it was too late ...!
But then, once more she was captivatingly spellbound as the
obscenely bent girl gasped out to the thick lingual member
spreading through her velvety wet vaginal flesh like a keenly
honed blade through soft warm butter. Relentlessly it raved
between her licentiously spread thighs and buttocks, until
suddenly she reached back with both hands to luridly pull open her
lush young ass-cheeks. Another series of small tingling sparks
raced through Carol's aroused belly and loins as she watched the
animal's hot, wet tongue move to the advantage, plunging only
occasionally with thrusting, lust-whetting curls into the
quivering, liquid mouth of the kneeling blonde's pinkly seething
vaginal hole.
"Ever see anything like that, Carol baby?" Max Keele
whispered luridly into her ear, at the same time massaging and
kneading the rounded full mound of her firm breast until the tiny
nipple was swollen into a tingling hardness. "Wouldn't you like
to have your hot, little pussy licked and sucked like that, eh?"
"Oh ... oh God, Max ... don't, please ...?" she gasped,
reaching down to stop his big, hot hand that was sliding upward
along the sensitive inner-flesh of her nylon-covered thigh. "I-I
must leave ... I-I don't know why I came here without Jack ..."
Her unexpected statements took the handsome Director by
complete surprise and for a few seconds he could only stare at
her. At first, he thought she was merely teasing him, but then he
read the expression of shocked fear on her face and in her rapidly
glazing eyes, and the inevitable feeling of sadistic lust charged
through him.
He grinned lewdly at her. "Going to play the reluctant cunt
again with me tonight, eh baby? Well, that ought to make it
interesting," he half-sneered, forcing his big hand all the way up
between her hot, soft thighs to the puffy little mound of dampened
flesh at their apex, feeling the moisture that had secreted from
her drug incited pussy-lips to saturate the sheer material of her
panty-hose. He heard her unrestrainable gasp of mounting desire
as he clutched at the thinly protected, hair-covered flesh of her
soft, sensitive cunt and he chuckled lecherously. "You want to
get naked for me, baby ... or would you rather that I ripped them
off you?"
"No ... oh no ... please!" Carol cried, as her brain whirled
dizzily in a mixture of wildly building arousal and confused fear
... and then she was fighting him, twisting, kicking, scratching,
until for one brief moment she had squirmed free! She staggered,
tried to run, but her feet went out from under her ... and then
hands were on her ... all over her, ripping and pulling at her few
clothes ... until at last she was naked and being forced onto the
fur-rug beside the blonde young girl who was obscenely positioned
before the massive German shepherd!
"Christ! Let me at that beautiful bitch, Max!" Carol vaguely
heard a foul male voice rasp. "What a fuck she ought to make!
Who is she, anyway?
"She's private property right now, Lannigan, and hands off
until I say so!" Max replied sharply. "Just keep fucking your
little red-head until I call you."
"Seeing that her chicken-husband stood me up, I want a piece
of her too, darling!" Carol heard Maggie's unmistakable voice
demand. "A little vengeance might serve to pacify me."
"Okay, okay ... but wait until I get into the wildcat bitch,"
Max snarled angrily. "I'm going to teach her that it doesn't pay
to renege on a Spaxton ..."
Carol was breathing heavily in the wake of her fear-filled
struggling when she saw the now naked body of Max Keele lie down
on the rug beside her to stretch out on his back, his long,
thickly hardened penis poling upward menacingly from his hairy
loins. She gaped at its huge, heavy veined thickness with the
same mixture of emotions racing through her befogging brain,
frightened apprehension. Yet, she was experiencing undeniable
sensuous incitement, while hazily she wondered how on earth she
had ever gotten the massive thing into her mouth the night before.
She lay sandwiched between the blonde teenager on all fours
whose low, sensuous moans of passion were filling the room from
the licking tongue of the German shepherd, and the powerful naked
body of Max Keele, until suddenly the big Director reached over,
grabbing her by the waist and lifting her on top of him as if she
were weightless.
"Oh ... oh God, don't ... don't!" she gasped when he forced
her to straddle him, placing the soft whiteness of her widespread
buttocks on top of his hairy loins, the solid hardness of his
thick cock splaying open the sensitive moistened lips of her
tinglingly flushed pussy.
"Reach down between your legs and put it in, bitch!" Max
snarled, clutching cruelly at the full thrusting mounds of her
rounded white breasts to squeeze and knead their resilient satiny
flesh with painful pressure. "Put it in or I'll squeeze them 'til
they burst!"
"Oh please ... my God!" Carol winced from the sadistic
agony, quickly raising her hips and grasping his hot, thickened
rod of hardness to slip back the heavy foreskin, then insinuating
its huge mushroomed head into the wet, glistening crevice between
her wide-spread thighs, until its tip was pressing hotly up into
the mouth of her vaginal passage.
"Okay, baby ... get ready for the fucking of your life!" he
snarled, suddenly releasing her breasts to grasp at the soft flesh
of her curved hips, forcing her yielding white buttocks downward
onto his cock at the same time as he arched his hips from the
floor, thrusting the long, hot length of solidly swollen genital
flesh up into her resistant wet cuntal channel.
"Aaaaauuuggghhhhh! Ooooohhhhhhh dear Godddddddd!" the
voluptuous strawberry-blonde girl wailed, jerking convulsively
from the erotically painful shock of his huge cock smashing into
her belly, sending forth rippling little waves of wetly pink
vaginal flesh before it. Ooohhhh God!!! she was filled like a
pregnant cow, she ridiculously compared amidst the array of
scintillating explosions of torment flitting crazily through her
benumbed brain, feeling the almost inhuman thing throbbing and
flexing inside her, smoothing out every crevice and inner secret
fold she might have had! She hardly dared to breathe! Pain
stabbed from her toes to her scalp, but more intensely from her
knees to her buttocks and through her loins and belly. God, he had
split her ... torn something, she was certain!
Her pussy was trying desperately to adjust ... if that were
possible ... and then, once more an unreasonable measure of fired
sensuality raced through her without rhyme or reason, and she
began tossing her head back and forth, her long hair flailing
wildly around her shoulders, her full white breasts quivering and
swaying as she clenched her eyes shut at the swirling sea of
leering faces now watching them.
Besides her, the maddening and lascivious desire racing
through Jean Wilson carnally raging young body was about to drive
her out of her drugged mind! Oh God ... yes ... yes ... she
wanted to be fucked so badly ... had to be by someone ...
something! Oh, she had to have a cock inside her hungrily waiting
vagina to quell the passionate fire burning there or she'd go
insane! Then ... she felt him mount her, the strong fore-legs
gripping at her softly rounded white hips, and the tip of
something hot, wet and hard probing damply back between her full,
tingly thighs, searching for her quivering vaginal mouth, and the
ecstasy she knew it would bring saturated her now lust charged
brain.
With a deep passionate moan, Jean squirmed the twin ovals of
her white, upthrusted buttocks in little searching circles,
attempting to capture the wet, phallic hardness, the salacity of
her own wanton movements building the tension within her to a near
unbearable peak. God, she had to have it, her mind screamed,
reaching frantically back through the arch of her thighs and loins
to grasp the dripping, rubbery spear of hot, hard animal-flesh and
guide its throbbing tip toward her moistened cunt mouth. Oh Yes
... yes ... yes, she thought in her drugged haze.
Immediately, Kappy thrust, expanding the wetly receptive
channel of her seething pussy wider and wider as with a whimper
the powerful dog buried his long, thickening animal-cock deep up
into the hotly squirming hole up between her lushly spread thighs!
"Oooohhhhh ... ooohhhhh ...!" Jean sighed gutturally, her
breath exploding from her lungs. "Oooohhh sweeeet Goddddd!"
"Hot damn!" a rolly-polly senator from the state capitol
cursed, his length of thick, middle-aged cock swaying like a
wagon-tongue as he moved around to the side, shoving others out of
the way to get a better view. Shit, he'd seen a lot of wild fuck
shows in his time, but nothing to match this! He gaped in
licentious fascination as the long, scarlet dog-cock slithered
into the breathtakingly built young teenager with a wet sluicing
thrust until it was sunk in her tight young cunt-hole to the hilt,
the handsome beast's sperm-bloated testicles swinging with a flat
smocking sound down against the dampness of her golden pubic
curls.
"Ooohhhh ... ooohhh God, yessss! Fuck me good ... please ...
please ...!" Jean moaned, conscious for a moment in her clouded
brain that her lover was the magnificent dog, Kappy, the same
beautiful animal who had brought her such bliss before, the
forbidden salacious thought alone adding unbelievable fuel to her
intensively rising desire. "Ooohhh ... fuck it good ... fuck it
good!!!" she cried out thickly, her eyes wide and glazed as the
great animal, as though sensing her intense need, began to fuck
rhythmically into her from behind, while in ecstatic relief she
began to squirm backward with her open cunt to meet the powerfully
long strokes.
The senator stared in awed lust, uncontrollably stroking his
own aching thick cock while he watched the teenaged girl's
contorted, beautiful face, completely enraptured by the fierce
animal-fucking the powerful dog was giving her. He found himself
keeping tempo with his pumping fist to the brute's ever-thickening
cock skewering deeper and deeper into her from behind. The great
animal's savage, muscular body battered and thudded resoundingly
between her wide-spread young ass-cheeks, his huge cock a
merciless piston of glistening, rigid brute-flesh sinking to its
full length deep into the soft confines of her quivering white
belly. Lewdly, she rotated her smoothly curved hips and lush
buttocks with a fury, grinding them back against the German
shepherd fucking into her like a mongrel bitch in heat!
Christ, he couldn't stand just to watch it any longer! He
had to worm his throbbing thick cock into her somewhere before his
sperm-bloated balls burst, he reasoned licentiously, moving in
front of her to drop to his knees, then entangling his pudgy hand
in her long, honey-blonde hair to force her head upright!
And like the obscenely performing teenager beside her who was
wantonly giving her curvaceous young naked body to the handsome
animal fucking wildly into her from behind, Carol Heath sensed all
moral restraints and powers of physical control gradually eluding
her. Even the first sharp agonies of pain she had suffered from
the long, thick cock fucking upward into her now intensively
seething vagina had rapidly diminished. Nothing mattered anymore
but the enrapturing sensations this vile man's huge rod of fleshy
hardness was bringing her. Yet, she still had her basic wits
about her ... knew where she was and that the naked, lecherous man
lying beneath her on his back between her widespread, thighs and
plunging his wonderful hot length of rigid genital sinew up into
her from below was Max Keele. But as well did she know that she
lacked the strength of purpose to any longer fight him, or the
blissfully carnal delights he was firing within her.
There had been something in the drink ... the punch, she
dimly reasoned, and the lovely thrashing girl being lucked from
behind by the huge dog beside her had obviously been given it, too
... perhaps everyone present by the looks of the obscenely
debauched orgies taking place around her. But what did it matter?
Nothing mattered only the long, thick cock fucking magnificently
up into her burning cunt! Nothing! Nothing!
In his ever-mounting sadistic lust, Max Keele was well aware
of the moment when Maggie's Pargyline-spiked punch took its full
effect on the luscious bitch straddling him. She began to smile
almost pleadingly down at him, at the same moment clenching her
hotly working buttocks tightly to her own advantage as she began
to ride rhythmically up and down his thick length of throbbing
cock. He could feel the added secretions of her lubricating,
passion-fluids from the velvety walls of her hot vagina bathing
his rock-like hardness warmly, the tight sheath swallowing up
every fraction of it with a muscularly sucking action that pulled
at the very lining of his cum-inflated balls. Cruelly, he reached
up and squeezed at her swollen, pink-nippled breasts again, the
smooth, resilient white flesh oozing between his fingers like
spongy putty, while she worked her lush, fully rounded buttocks
furiously up and down, her wildly aroused cunt threatening to eat
his cock alive ... devour him in its desperately sucking passion!
Christ, what a hot little fucking machine the drug had turned
her into! He raised his head to better see, his lecherous steel-
gray eyes gaping at his huge, glistening cock pushing and pulling
at the pink, ragged lips of the wet, hair-lined pussy between her
straddling white thighs, the tiny coral petals of its moist, inner
lips clasping hungrily around the glistening shaft as it
disappeared deep up into the carnivorously biting hole ... thank
God it didn't have teeth!
And then, as he lie there, the twin long shapely columns of
his Maggie's spread, ivory-white legs came into view above and on
either side of his head and he glanced upward at the lustfully
charging sight ... It was a bird's eye view he had of her smooth-
white, perfectly ovaled buttocks and the pouting little lips of
her raven-haired cunt with its thin ribbon of moistened, pink
cuntal flesh splitting them. He watched as she moved forward
toward Carol, until she was standing astride his stomach, her
wetly seeping loins on a level with the passion-blinded girl's
lovely face. He saw Carol look up at her with lust-glazed eyes,
then at the moistened cunt in front of her which Maggie was lewdly
spreading open with slender fingers, arching her curved white hips
obscenely forward toward her lips.
"Lick it, Carol honey!" Maggie hissed salaciously. "Run that
tiny pink tongue right up through my hot little cunt while Max is
fucking you! Hurry, baby ... don't be afraid, your husband has
fucked it! Lick it all over!"
Even though mixed emotions of momentary shame and repugnance
raced through her at the voluptuously naked older woman's words,
Carol knew that she could not turn away from the lustfully
inciting cunt that was moving closer and closer toward her
waiting, tongue-moistened lips. Wild sensations of increasing
passion saturated her insanely aroused young body as she slowed
her furious up and down motions onto Max's hotly throbbing cock
and began a greedy little grinding movement with her hips and
buttocks, then leaned her excited face toward Maggie's lewdly
presented loins.
Eagerly, Maggie stared down at the almost golden crown of the
girl's head, moving her hands away from her loins as Carol nestled
her face into the warm curl-fringed hollow of her open thighs.
Immediately, Maggie was filled with wild, lecherous sensations
that danced and rippled like wildfire through her belly as she
felt soft, hungrily nibbling little kisses along the hot, tingling
flesh of her inner thighs ... felt the warm puffs of panting
breaths ... and then, the magic wet contact of Carol's tongue
licking the soft, hair-lined cleft of her pussy crevice as if
experimentally ... licking in long grazing strokes that grew more
and more bold ... from the bottom to the top, not entering, but
causing her to thrust her naked cunt forward with each tantalizing
up-lick of tongue against her sensitive vaginal lips.
The raven-haired superintendent felt her clitoris quivering
in its hardness and knew that it was erotically throbbing out now
from her open cunt lips, enjoying the first stab of sensual bliss
as the tiny pink tongue grazed it. She expelled her breath with a
slight hissing sound, pressing her pelvis horridly forward, while
Carol growing braver, eased her tongue inside the folds of hot,
wet cunt to lick upward from her vaginal mouth ... upward toward
the tiny bud of her tingling clitoris ... Maggie's breath caught
in her throat, then exhaled sharply at the wantonly delicious
contact.
Carol, whose own gyrating, cock-filled young pussy, was a
raging inferno of continually building sexual sensations at the
unexplainable and uncontrollable lustful desires filling her,
hungrily pressed her lush lips closer, separating the soft,
fleshy, hair-covered outer folds of Max's wife's passion-drenched
pussy. At the same time she reached up with both hands to lewdly
caress the lecherous woman's firmly rounded, erect full breasts,
while her mouth became ravenous in its newly discovered delight.
To Maggie, it became open and hot, nothing but tongue
invading her seething, moist cunt, nothing but tongue lashing at
her tiny erect clitoris, tongue everywhere in her wildly
palpitating pussy that was wet with the passion-released juices
blended with the girl's excited saliva. Her tiny pink tongue
flicked and fluttered lizard-like up into it as it swirled wildly
up into her searing vagina and then returned again and again to
her hotly quivering little clitoral bud ...
* * *
Only a moment before, Jean had breathed a moan of bliss from
her ripe young lips, while she moved in cadence backwards to meet
Kappy's panting superb thrusts into her steaming teenaged cunt.
She felt his forelegs clinging to her satiny smooth white hips
like furry arms, and she wantonly undulated her voluptuously naked
body, rotating the resilient fleshy mounds of her ovaled buttocks
in tiny licentious circles, giving herself fully to the obscenely
erotic delight of the beautiful fucking her animal-lover was
savagely humping into her from the rear.
Though vaguely she realized that there was something pressing
that she must do, she would not ... could not ... let her brain
dwell on it. Nothing else in the entire world mattered but the
absolutely fantastic carnal rapture filling her. In her mind-
twisting lust, she wished their was someway she could watch his
marvelous, pleasure-bringing dog-cock disappearing inside her
hotly clasping, wet cunt, but she could only visualize the
sordidly forbidden scene. The mere thought of their wickedly
unnatural coupling set salacious and masochistic exultation
soaring through her sensually inflamed young flesh ...!
It was at that moment her head was painfully jerked erect and
through lust-glazed eyes Jean saw the exposed hairy loins and
long, thickly hardened cock poling out toward her face, its sperm-
bloated testicles beneath swaying lewdly as the obese, bald-headed
senator kneed in closer to her.
"Suck it, baby-doll!" the fat, middle-aged man hissed in a
lewdly excited rasp. "Come on, kid, open those pretty lips and
suck the cum juice right out of it! Do it ...!
Jean didn't hesitate. It was the added debased depravity she
needed to satiate her brain-warped passion, and eagerly she opened
her lushly moistened lips, licking out with her tiny pink tongue
first, bringing it into warm wet contact with the smooth, rubbery
tip while he held it for her, pulling back the thick foreskin to
expose the glistening, blood-filled head. Excitedly, Jean swirled
her hot little tongue over the pulsing, velvety flesh, causing the
lecherous politician to twist and jerk, until her tongue-tip found
the thin little, pre-cum seeping split at its end and wiggled
hungrily into it!
The pungently sweet taste from the tiny droplets of oozing
seminal fluid fired new, more intense ripples of lascivious
pleasure to course through her, and her nostrils flared wantonly.
With her young slender hand, she smoothed it along the swollen
shaft of blood-heated hardness to the satiny flesh at its thick
base, then downward to his sperm-bloated balls, drawing her nails
beneath them before weighing them in her soft palm. With her other
hand she worked his foreskin lewdly back and forth, finally
peeling it until the ponderous head stood out sleek and naked once
more, and she slid her moist ovaled lips onto it hungrily,
encompassing the glistening, spongy knob inside the hot liquid
shelter, letting it slide the full length of her tiny tongue as
she began to suck greedily and shamelessly at it.
The senator gasped loudly, unaware of the sea of faces that
had closed in to watch, dropping to their knees to stroke and
finger their own salaciously exposed genitals while Kappy lucked
her from behind like a programmed machine, and she whorishly
sucked at his aching, swollen hardness. He stared lustfully as
the young blonde's soft encircling lips clasping in abandoned
greed around his thick, pulsating rod of aching flesh fucking
forward into her beautiful teenaged face. He gasped excitedly and
began to rhythmically fuck her widely ovaled young mouth, watching
her desire-twisted expressions, while simultaneously the German
shepherd skewered viciously into her wet, pink cunt from behind.
She'd taken both little hands to cup and squeeze his screaming
balls and looking down at her cock filled face he could see the
thick, white fluid beginning to dribble salaciously from the
corners of her lipsticked mouth in tiny lurid rivulets, a
masochistic little gleam brightly glowing in her desire befogged
eyes.
Jean was lost in the raging of her ungovernable passion, lost
to every sense of her surroundings, conscious only of the
increased vigor to the splendid animal thrusts pounding from
behind into the remotest parts of her inflamed young cunt, and the
heavy naked loins crushing up tighter and tighter against her
face. She could feel the long, thick cock that was fucking so
licentiously into her mouth begin tensing in forceful, trembling
spasms and the hand pressed tight behind her head gripping harder
and harder. His fat, hairy pelvis closed in on her until she felt
certain he was trying to drive his hardened penis down her throat
to meet Kappy's expanding animal hardness pummeling far up into
her soft, quaking white belly from behind. That exaggerated
thought by itself drove her wildly on.
God, she wanted him to shoot his hot male sperm into her
mouth ... to swallow the hot, squirting cum and taste it as it
gushed lewdly down her throat! Then, suddenly, she sensed his
blood-engorged hardness swelling and jerking spasmodically in her
mouth and sucked with renewed madness!
It burst! She heard him curse, while his spurting,
convulsing cock spewed quick hot jets of the white, pungent liquid
into her voraciously extracting throat, her beautifully complected
cheeks ballooning and contracting in masochistic lust as she
swallowed in hungry, desperate gulps, fastening her lush, red-
rimmed lips tightly around the jerking organ, fearful of losing
the tiniest drop of the hot, precious liquid. Yet, as hard as she
tried, she sensed the thin rivulets of his jism seeping lewdly
from the corners of her mouth in tiny escaping trickles. Then,
his entire frame went limp before the fierceness of her oral
assault, his shrinking cock slithering lifelessly from her still
greedily drinking mouth ...
Jean whimpered aloud then in a distraught sense of denied
fulfillment ... until there was another thrusting length of
hardened cock suddenly working its way between her open desire-
slackened lips, and she sucked it in deeply, pulling at it with
unfathomable hunger, until finally it, too, squirted its sweet
reservoir of liquid passion down her insanely gulping throat.
One after another they came, smiling in anticipation and
dropping on their knees in front of her beautiful young drug-
slackened face to shove their impatiently waiting rods of hardened
penile flesh between her sperm-coated lips. Behind her, the
massive Kappy, his long hairy paws locked tightly around the
whiteness of her nakedly grinding hips, continued to fuck
furiously into her tightly clenched cunt, driving her own dynamic
moment of climax almost, but not quite, to the very brink. The
nakedly bucking young blonde hung suspended helplessly in
passionate frustration, unable yet to tumble into the enrapturing
chasm of orgiastic completion ...!
Chapter 23
It was no task to gain entrance into the Keele mansion for
Jack Heath, once he'd shaken off the worst of his drunkenness, and
not finding his young wife, Carol, at home had served to do that.
Quickly, the sudden realization that she had gone on to the
Spaxton meeting without him dawned in his alcohol stupored brain,
and with an abrupt sinking sensation gripping at his guts, he'd
half staggered from the apartment to hail another cab.
No one had answered his ring, so he'd opened the door and
walked in, rapidly moving through the rooms of the first floor
before going to the second ... and it was there that he found them
in all of their nakedly obscene glory!
At first, he couldn't believe the incredible spectacle that
met his eyes wherever he looked! Christ, not that he was any
angel, but the utterly depraved orgy struck him like a solid blow
to the mid-section! Then, in the center of the dimly lit room
where a more brilliant glow of light played, he saw a naked blonde
girl on her hands and knees, her perspiration covered young body
kneeling slavishly before a huge dog that was actually fucking her
from behind, while she sucked an older man's cock who was kneeling
in front of her face!
Christ, it was his wife, Carol, he thought momentarily,
beginning to thread his way between the couches and licentious
entanglements of naked flesh lying everywhere! But as he drew
closer, he realized that he was mistaken ... it wasn't his wife
... still, he couldn't take his eyes from the absolutely perverted
scene!
He caught hold of a couch-back, ignoring the naked couple who
were fucking frenziedly on it, and gaped in unbelievable awe as
the middle-aged man whose cock the girl was sucking began to
shudder violently, and Jack knew he was shooting his full load of
sperm into her young, feverishly sucking mouth and throat.
Finally he fell away, sticky strings of his white, viscid jism
stretching from her sperm-coated lips to his thick, slowly
deflating cock! Abruptly, another older hulk of nakedness moved
in to take his place.
The girl moaned out then, whimpering wailingly in a thick,
frustrated, unreal voice as she clutched at her new lecherous
assailant, eagerly grasping his long, thick rod of swollen cock-
flesh to thrust back its foreskin and hungrily plunge it into her
young mouth, taking damned near all of its whitely glistening
length right down into her throat until only a narrow circle near
his balls remained visible!
Awe-struck by the unimaginable, perverted debauchery, Jack
momentarily forgot his reason for being there and stared with
gaping eyes, his own cock lurching uncontrollably inside his pants
at the massive dog's tongue dancing rhythmically from its mouths
while it fucked into the voluptuous, obscenely bent-over girls
wet, pink cunt, her beautiful white ass grinding back in wanton
degeneracy. Saliva dripped from the long, lingual member onto the
coated film of perspiration covering the white hollow of her
smooth, slender waist. She groaned around the length of huge
hardness sucked into her throat, at the same time ramming
deliriously backwards onto the long, thick animal-cock, and Jack
reasoned that she was straining desperately for her orgasm.
Almost immediately, the naked hulk whose cock the girl was
sucking blurted out an oath, his heavy frame convulsing as he
began to empty his balls into the insanely sucking girl's mouth.
It was then that Jack heard her begin to utter meaningful
whimpers, and as the man slithered back away from her, she raised
her lovely head and gasped out.
"Oooohhhh ... oooohhhh God ... I-I'm cuuuummmmmmiinnnggggg
...!"
Her voice died into a strangled chant of sob and sigh, her
head twisting from side to side, her long honey-blonde hair
flailing wildly as she began the first obvious spasms of orgasm,
screwing her white smoothly rounded buttocks back hard onto the
driving animal-cock with abandoned fury.
Jack gaped open-mouthed at the lust-inciting performance,
watching the animal's tongue hanging loosely from the mouth of its
great head, panting and dripping its saliva onto the satin-like,
creamy flesh of her back while he lucked into the hungrily
undulating young buttocks with beastial frenzy.
The girl shrieked again, slamming her lusciously curved
asscheeks back against the furiously pumping dog with a frantic
jerk as simultaneously, the brute rammed forward and his cock
began to spew, in long hard spurts, its load of hot animal-sperm
deep up into the hidden recesses of her soft white belly. Again,
she screamed, her orgasm tautened buttocks beginning to contract
convulsively while Jack gaped at the lewd combination of viscid,
human-animal cum exploding from the lips of her young tight cunt.
Hungrily, the thin, blondely bearded lips clasped and squeezed
like a warmly oiled rubber-gloved hand around the dog's thick
cock, tiny rivers of the sticky fluid trickling down the smooth
white columns of her satin-skinned inner thighs ... until at last,
she collapsed, falling forward, satiated and only half-conscious
onto her face ... and it was then that he saw his Carol!
* * *
When Maggie spotted Jack Heath staggering toward their three-
way little orgy, she reluctantly pressed his young wife's hungrily
licking mouth from the hotly palpitating crevice between her
spread legs and moved toward the angry-eyed, approaching husband.
He was obviously drunk, she quickly deduced as she walked
smilingly toward him in all of her naked splendor ... and he
looked like trouble!
"I knew you'd come, darling," she said, slipping her arms
around his neck and pressing her curvaceously exposed loveliness
tightly against him.
"Wh-What ...?" he stammered numbly, looking beyond her toward
his beautiful young wife who was wantonly straddling Max Keele,
her naked, white buttocks beginning again to work furiously up and
down over him, her gilded, hair-fringed pussy eagerly swallowing
his huge, glistening cock to the hilt. "Jesus Christ! That's my
wife ...!
"Why, of course it is, darling ... she and Max, and I've been
waiting for you. Where have you been?" She kissed him then.
"Mmmmm ... my pussy's so hot for your big beautiful cock, baby
..."
"Oh Christ ..." he groaned jealously. "Look at her fuck back
at him, the bitch!"
"Why, Jack darling, do I sense little green-eyed monsters
riding on your shoulders?" Maggie taunted, surprised, but certain
she had touched at the crux of his anger.
"Oh Christ ... I don't know, Maggie," he managed, unable to
take his eyes from Carol's salaciously writhing and perspiring
nakedness as she wildly fucked Max Keele's long, thick-veined cock
up into her heaving white belly. "All that I do know is that I
want to get even with her ...
"For what, darling?"
"Never mind what. I just want to even the score, is all
...!"
A maddeningly exciting thought raced through the secretly
smiling woman at that point and she said: "All right, lover ...
let's just do that. Come on, get naked with me and I'll show you
some lovely little gimmicks."
Jack stared at her, then back at the licentiously provoking
spectacle in the center of the floor, reacting blindly. He
couldn't take anymore. Watching his voluptuous young wife fucking
her cunt wantonly down onto Keele's thick, wetly glistening cock
felt in his mind as if she had swallowed up his own that had grown
into a aching hardness ... except that he wasn't getting any of
the benefits from it. Suddenly, he began tearing at his clothes,
while Maggie Keele slowly knelt before him, sitting back on her
heels, watching in excited anticipation as he angrily shed his
things, her eyes locking on the long, thick length of his husky
penis thrusting out from his strong young loins the moment it came
into view.
Maggie quivered delightfully as Jack dropped onto his knees
before her, took her into his arms and kissed her, worming his
tongue hotly and wetly into her mouth. She clung to him, pressing
her full, firm white breasts hard into his chest and he grunted
with the delight of their touch, his strong hands smoothing down
the silken skin of her soft-fleshed back to the rounded and
protruding mounds of her lush naked buttocks, his rock-hard cock
smashed tightly against the yielding warm flesh of her belly.
"H-How do we do it ... the get-even gimmicks. I mean?" Jack
questioned eagerly, sensing his own mounting lust growing to match
the anger inside him.
"Just one minute, darling," Maggie said, inching back away
from him and bending down to flick her small pink tongue out,
whipping away the several drops of seminal moisture that had
seeped out from the slit at the tip of his cock
"Oh fuck," he grunted. "Come here and let me ...
"No, darling ... not yet," Maggie replied, quickly gaining
her feet. She reached down and took his hand. "Come on with me,
lover ... it's time to get even ... Maggie's way."
He followed her to the fur-carpeted stage where Carol and Max
were groaning and gasping as she worked furiously in her
perspiring white nakedness over the big man's powerfully
upthrusting, body.
"Now ... you get right down behind her, Jack darling ...
straddle Max's legs ... that's right, just like that," Maggie said
enthusiastically, dropping to her own knees and moving in close.
"There ... now just spread open your wife's beautiful little ass-
cheeks, lover, and tell me what you see ..."
Jack hardly knew what he was doing in his still half-drunken
state. He was aware only that he owed his deceited young wife in
front of him a debt of anger that somehow he was going to pay, and
he did as the raven-haired woman directed. He took the lewdly
grinding mounds in his hands, spreading them slowly outward with
his thumbs until he could see the thick, glistening rod of
Maggie's husband's cock-flesh that was burrowing up into her loins
from below, thrusting up almost brutally into the clasping, hair-
fringed folds of her wetly impassioned cunt. Then, above he saw
the tiny, nakedly vulnerable little hole of her anus, almost a
flushed red, and flexing hotly in time to Keele's thrusts from
below as she bucked her hips up and down onto the wildly impaling
cock.
"Well, what do you see, lover?" Maggie hissed, licentiously.
"H-Her asshole! Yeah! ... her asshole!"
"And is it virginal, darling?"
"Christ ... I don't know anymore ... but I think so ..."
"Well ... let's rectify that for starters, baby, eh? Let me
see you worm that handsome long cock of yours right up into that
tight little hole while my husband's fucking her cunt! She'll
love it, I promise you ...!" Maggie whispered in breathless
lechery. "She'll like a double fuck!"
"Y-Yeah ... yeah ... and who gives a fuck whether she likes
it or not!" Jack spat in his mixed emotions of angered jealousy
and mounting lust, while using his finger, he felt down to where
the other man's cock was fucking into her and wet it against the
moistly clasping lips of her flesh filled cunt.
Then, Maggie bent down to Carol's ear and ordered: "Wait,
Carol honey! Hold perfectly still for a moment, darling! Yes ...
that's it ... perfectly still, baby ... you're in for a delicious
surprise ... and from your very own husband!"
Carol had continued to lustfully ride up and down Max's
wonderful pleasure-giving cock with her upper body bent forward
until her large rounded breasts were squashed down against his
powerful chest, hardly aware of anything but the magnitude of her
blissful coma. Then, she had felt a pair of strong thumbs
pressing outward and parting her soft vulnerable buttocks,
followed by Maggie's command in her ear and the mention of her
husband. Desperately, she tried to reason what Jack was doing
there, but the sudden probing at the sensitive raised circle of
her tiny anus swept away all other thought. Though the initial
contact of what she decided was a finger teasing around her cunt
lips as Max fucked hotly up into her, its movement to the soft,
sensitive little mouth of her rectum aroused new licentious
sensations inside her straining body. Then, further insistent
prodding began to hurt. Her lovely brow furrowed and she began to
fight against it, yet, she was hesitant to move away for fear of
losing the overwhelming erotic delight of the huge cock filling
the inflamed cuntal passage to her quivering belly from below, and
she clenched her teeth to endure the invading finger worming its
way deeper and deeper into the soft rubbery depths of her rectum.
"Aaaahhhgghhh ... ooohhhh ... nooooo ... nnnooooo!" she
groaned out, while her husband began to grin sadistically. "P-
Please ... oh please don't ... it hurts ...!"
But the hand with the imbedded finger wouldn't stop and she
felt thumbs on her soft, yielding buttocks, spreading them even
further. Then, another finger lustfully joined the first,
squirming its way lewdly up into the hot, spongy confines of her
cringing nether-channel, and she came to a frozen halt in her
fucking movements, while Max Keele clutched savagely at her waist
to keep her from squirming completely off of him in her sudden
pain. The strong hands continued to spread her exposed, naked
buttocks lewdly open, easing the cheeks of the resilient white
mounds further and further apart until it seemed that she was
going to rip open back there! And then, as they had entered, the
fingers were removed with a quick, lurid hissing sound and she
felt the soothing bath of air across her nakedly exposed rectum
... but only for one brief moment. Abruptly, a larger, smooth
rubbery object pressed against her tightly clenching anus, and
there was no mistaken its nature or purpose ... it was another
cock!
"Oh ... oh God ... no ... please ...!" she cried out,
writhing violently, trying to get away from the intruding pressure
without losing the enrapturously filling warmth of Max beneath
her, but whoever it was trying, obscenely, to penetrate her rectum
from behind with his hardened, thick penis, pushed relentlessly
against her there, until she painfully sensed the tight elastic
ring of her snugly clenched little hole pop open to slip
tortuously up over the tormenting cock-head. She grunted loudly
as the thick heavy length of anger-hardened flesh began to worm
its way unceasingly up into the vainly resisting confines of her
helpless rectum!
"Oh ... ooohhh God, stop! Stop! You're killing me!" Carol
wailed, flailing her head wildly, her rounded white ass-cheeks
waggling furiously in their attempt to shake the thick, brutal
invader from her hopelessly resisting rectum, but between the two
men she was being sandwiched between, they clung to her
unmercifully as the burning rod of hardness continued to pressure
relentlessly into her.
"What's the matter, wife?" Jack rasped through vengefully
clenched teeth. "Any bitch who sucks cocks and swallows cum the
way you do shouldn't mind a little ass-fuck now and then, oh? If
you're going to be a whore, let's do it properly!"
Reality charged into Carol's drugged brain with the force of
an explosion. There was no longer any question as to who was
administering the torturous agony from behind, nor why! "Oh ...
ooohhh God, Jack ... please ... please stop!" she cried, as Max
Keele chuckled lecherously up at her, while other leering faces
grinned hungrily, moving in closer to eagerly watch. Her own face
contorted not only from the brutal pain, but the very shame and
humiliation of her own husband's angry cock lewdly sodomizing her
virginal and defenseless rectum for everyone to see! "Ooooohhhh
... damn you, Jack ... I'll never forgive you for this!" she
wailed back at him.
Without respite, Jack clutched savagely at her hips while Max
lay completely still beneath her, waiting for the irate husband to
work his way entirely into her, his own length of throbbing, hard
cock entombed in her wet cuntal sheath to its hilt. Roaring
sensations of sadistic lust charged through his powerful groin at
the obscene assault they were committing on her, and the sight of
Maggie's licentiously watching face as she knelt to one side, her
eyes not inches away from Carol's smoothly rounded buttocks where
Jack Heath was luridly pressuring his cock up into her tiny
cringing ass hole, added even more fuel to his lust. She was
fingering her own moistly splayed cunt with one hand and reaching
between Jack's legs to caress his sperm-bloated balls with the
other. Christ, this was going to be the culmination of the night!
"Oooooh, God!" Carol moaned aloud. She could barely think
any longer, the pain was so overwhelming. Tears of shame, rage,
and torment welled up into her eyes to stream down her cheeks as
the hands clutched restrainingly at her waist and thighs, and the
huge, hard cock wormed its way slowly up into the warm, rubbery
depths of her slowly expanding rectal passage, the pressure of her
angered husband's straining thighs forcing her forward until her
face was flat against Max's hair-covered chest, her soft white
buttocks spread nakedly, helping his throbbing cock to fuck up
deeper into her back there. She could feel its pulsating head
plowing the spongy, resistant anal flesh before it, until finally
she sensed the thickness of it rubbing against Max's beneath her!
God, they were separated only slightly by the thin, fleshy wall
between her vagina and rectal channel! And then, with one last
buttock smacking lunge that flattened her softly yielding ass
cheeks back against her hipbones, he sunk the length of it all the
way up into her bowels!
"Oooohhh ... oooohhhhh," Carol whimpered, faintly hearing the
chorus of heavy licentious breathing from the onlookers as she
felt his pelvis smack loudly into the softness of her whitely
upturned ass-cheeks, his heavy balls swinging lewdly down against
Max's still unmoving length of buried cock-flesh. She gasped for
breath, unable to move from the excruciating pain of the two
massive rods of hardness obscenely imbedded in her vaginal and
anal passages at the same time and threatening to split her apart!
Oh God ... her own husband was punishing her ... debasing her ...
completely and utterly destroying her forever! She would never
outlive the shame of this degradation ... and she loved him so ...
dear God! Ooooohhhh ...!
Jack couldn't hold back the grunts of pleasure tumbling from
his lips at the sight and thought of what he was doing to this
beautiful wife of his whom he really loved with all of his heart.
Damn her! He'd teach her who the head of the family was, and he
should've done it a long time before. He felt with lust-filled
delight the warm soft flesh of her pelvis flattened buttocks
pressing tightly into his loins. He thrust forward into her tight
velvety anal passage, the feel of Max's hot shaft of still
unmoving cock against his own as their balls rubbed hotly below,
firing him licentiously on. His eyes locked on his own rigidly
swollen prick disappearing entirely into the ovary stretched
little hole between her helplessly spread buttocks. He grunted
again, drawing it out slightly, watching with bated breath the
tender ridges of pink anal flesh pulling out with it, and then
disappearing back inside with his inward plunge. His breathing
came faster, louder, and suddenly with a gasp of further arousal
he began fucking rhythmically in and out, deep up into the warm,
clasping rectal channel.
"Dear God! Dear God! Oooohhh ...!" Carol whimpered and
moaned confusedly. The pain was becoming weirdly pleasurable!
She found herself moving backwards to meet the lascivious forward
thrust of his loins. "Aaahhh ... Ooonhhhh ... yes ... yes! Do
it ... both of you ... sandwich me ... fuck me! Oooohhhh God yes
... yes ... sandwich fuck me ... sandwich fuck meeee ...!"
Then, soft feminine hands began to fondle and squeeze her
prickling, swollen breasts caressingly and glazedly she recognized
that they belonged to Maggie who was kneeling beside her and
watching with lecherously gleaming dark eyes ... and then, she
moved toward Jack behind her, while she continued to stroke and
knead her rhythmically dancing breasts in a knowing, desire
inciting manner.
Maggie's straining eyes were but a few scant inches from the
two glistening cocks plunging into the young wife's wide stretched
channels like a pair of lubricated pistons. Then, they gaped even
more excitedly as the lengthy wet rods of hardness that were moist
from her cuntal secretions slowly coordinated and began fucking
wildly into her in harmonious rhythm. She watched, carnally
fascinated, while she stroked Carol's swaying full breasts with
one hand, and finger-fucked her own hotly yearning pussy with the
other ..., watched the frayed pink edges of Carol's flushed inner
cunt-flesh being pulled out with Max's heavy cock on the down
stroke then disappearing back up inside again when it rammed up
into her belly. The same lewd sight caught her eye with the young
woman's husband, Jack's, thick cock sucking back out of her,
tugging the tight coral ridges of her roundly stretched asshole
with it, to vanish back into her as he lunged forward again and
his heavy, cum-filled balls were wedged hard into the smoothly
opening crevice between her whitely quivering ass-cheeks.
Carol was again hopelessly engulfed in sensual rapture.
Uncontrollably, she undulated her fire-filled loins and buttocks
as she skewered herself down and back in furious cadence onto the
two wonderful cocks fucking into her passionately inflamed
channels, squeezing with her cuntal muscles and tensing her
buttocks to delight the impaling thick lengths of hardness. Dear
God ... dear God!
"Yessss ... oooohhhh yesssss!" she chanted hoarsely,
completely enraptured by the savagely thrusting pair that were
fucking into her cunt and rectal passage simultaneously ... their
abrupt raising of guttural grunts and groans driving her on in
wanton sexual abandonment. "Aaaahhh ... God, yes! I can feel
both of your beautiful cocks almost touching inside me! Faster
... faster! Oh please! Faster and harder ... make me cum ...
oooohhhh!" she begged of them, goading them on in a whirlpool of
cyclonic lust. Oh God ... don't ever let it stop ... the building
erotic bliss ... the hands gripping and clutching at her as if she
were a lowly sluttish slave! Her brain reeled ... nothing
mattered but the tremendous sensations of subliminal ecstasy
getting ready to burst inside her ...!
Not even the loud commotion that had suddenly broken out at
different sections of the room could penetrate the wall of obscene
lust blinding the debauched participants on the fur-rug in the
center of the floor. In their over-whelmingly approaching
climaxes they were completely oblivious to the fact that Carla
Montez, knowing that Jean had exhaustedly passed out from her
drugged ordeal, had given the signal for the other girls to grasp
the long steel darning needles they had hidden in their hair and
attack strategic guests such as the senators and Judge McGraw,
holding them at bay with the weapons poised at their throats. As
well, were they unmindful of the fact that the coup might have
worked, had not Chief Lannigan produced a revolver from his nearby
coat and threatened to start shooting if they didn't back off ...
to which the despondent, weeping girls had been forced to
reluctantly obey ...!
For Carol, heaven was about to burst open! Wildly she
strained toward the climactic upheaval rising inside her and she
sensed Max's hardness jerk and expand, as was Jack's in its
delicious pummeling of her lubriciously pounding ass! Oh ... oh,
ooooh God ... they were all three going to cum together!
Suddenly, Max cursed out and his long, thick rampaging cock
began spewing its white, hot load deep into her hungrily clasping
cunt channel, while with a loud oath, Jack rammed deep into her
rectum, his heavy cock beginning to ejaculate its thin white jets
of hotly seething jism deep into her bowels! The force of their
dual orgasms sent hot, cascading sperm splashing erotically around
inside her, foaming back of her golden hair-lined cunt-lips and
down the smooth cleft of her buttocks to drench their still wildly
jerking pelvises and balls.
Almost insanely, she screwed her lush white buttocks tightly
back onto her husband's still hard squirting cock sunk deep in her
hungrily milking rectum, and as Max's deflating organ grew limp in
her tightly clutching vagina, she let out a loud whimpering wail
and felt her sweat-soaked body shudder violently as the great gush
of overwhelming sensuous pleasure rippled through her. Her wail
became a wild banshee scream of ecstatic enchantment ... a scream
that filled the room ... just as the door burst open and the first
wave of state police poured in to surround the frightened,
scurrying horde of naked debauchers ...!
And then, it was done ... and well-done, Jack Heath reasoned
in panting exhaustion. They couldn't have timed it better ...!
Chapter 24
The Friday that Ken Wilson was released from prison with all
charges dropped, the Heaths, along with his lovely teenage wife,
Jean, met him at the gates and drove to the capitol to spend the
weekend at the Heath home. It was there while lounging in the
comfortable living room over Sunday afternoon drinks, and with
Kappy, the massive German shepherd which had become Jean's
inseparable companion, that Jack and Carol enlightened their new
friends of the mysteries surrounding all that had happened.
Both Ken and Jean could hardly believe it when Jack told them
that he and his beautiful young wife were actually agents of the
Federal Prison System, planted in Max Keele's employ to determine
if the rumors concerning the Director and his regime were true,
and of course, they certainly had been. The younger couple were
further astonished to learn that the Heaths had been chosen for
the task after intricate psychological interviews and studies were
made of each by the Federal department's psychologist, the
operation calling for a sensuous couple who were as brilliant and
clever as they could be promiscuous. In fact, the department had
even learned that they were members of a neighborhood swap-club,
which was exactly the type they needed.
"Good Lord, what an exciting story," Jean said as she petted
Kappy's great head beside her. "And the courage it must have
taken for you, Carol."
"No more than what you and the other girls from the Home
showed with those darning needles," Carol answered, smiling warmly
at the beautiful golden haired girl.
"I'm afraid I wasn't much help there," Jean replied, shaking
her lovely head. "Carla and the others deserve all the credit,
even though it didn't work. Anyway, I hope they'll all find
themselves now that they're free."
"What will they do to Keele and Maggie, Jack?" Ken asked,
lighting a cigarette and letting out smoke.
"They'll get a good stiff sentence, don't worry," Jack
answered, sipping at his drink.
"Well, one thing I'm sure of," Jean put in "the young people
who are unfortunate enough to be confined to state institutions
are going to have a more humane time of it with you as Director,
Jack."
"Thanks," he replied, smiling appreciatively over at her.
"I'll do my best ..."
"And try to keep your hands off the young pretty girls in the
bargain?" his strawberry-blonde wife teased with a little impish
gleam in her eye.
"Well ... I won't go so far as to say that," he said,
pretending at seriousness, "of course, if you take proper care of
me, and increase the dosage to say ... three times a day, that
might help."
"Brag!" Carol taunted, the tiny impish gleam growing more
intense.
"Maybe it's time we gave them both another measure of last
night's performance, Carol," Jean suggested, a tiny licentious
sparkle coming to life in her amber-flecked green eyes.
"I think I could stand about two hours of that," Ken Wilson
put in with a grin. "Remember, that was a long lay-off I had."
"The idea strikes me as being a winner," Jack said, getting
immediately to his feet. "But just remember, tonight you people
meet the gang and you don't want to be too washed out for that."
"Listen to who's talking," Carol teased, getting to her feet
and pressing her curvaceous young body against her husband's, her
rounded hips and buttocks going through suggestive little arousing
movements. "Enough verbal barrage, Mr. Heath, now let's see some
action."
"Right here or in the bedroom?" Jack half-whispered as he
began to unbutton Carol's blouse.
"Why not here? There's more room," Carol replied, her voice
catching with anticipation. "All we need is a fur-rug ..."
"To hell with the fur-rug!" Jack hissed as his wife began to
unbuckle his belt and Kappy whimpered aloud.
To that, they all laughed and Jean stroked the gallant head
affectionately.
"Don't worry, darling, you won't be neglected," she said down
to the beautiful animal.
"And what about me, doll?" Ken put in, running his hand along
his teenaged wife's soft, white inner thigh.
"Well now, let's see ... we'll just have to figure something
out for you, darling," the lovely blonde girl teased, and they all
laughed excitedly once more as they began to quickly strip away
their clothes while Kappy wagged his tail excitedly and continued
to make little whimpering sounds of sexual expectation.
The End
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