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Kappy
Chapter I
Jean Wilson could not rid herself of the feeling that they
were being unduly persecuted. She studied her young husband of
five weeks who stood on the opposite side of the bed watching as
he removed his shirt and trousers to reveal his lanky frame, a
tender emotion of deep affection filling her. They had done
nothing ... absolutely nothing, she reasoned incredulously as she
unzipped and stepped out of the maid's black, petite uniform that
the Keeles insisted she wear. Yet, there they were, serving a
ridiculous probationary period, and all because of a miserably
decrepit judge ...
"It could be worse, Honey," her husband spoke assuagely,
interrupting her thoughts, the warm smile brightening his sharp-
angled, boyish features meant to lessen the oppression that had
been with her since Judge McGraw had sentenced them earlier that
day. "So, we didn't know anything about the damned grass Nick had
... they could still have thrown the book at us. Ignorance is no
excuse, you know ... and I'm thinking that if it hadn't been for
Chief Lannigan and Max Keele ... well, we'd both be taking a nice
hike ..."
"But how could we know Nick had marijuana on him? My God, we
had just met them not an hour before ... then, like a pair of
idiots we had to go along to their party," the seventeen-year-old,
honey-haired girl reflected lamentably, her wide and innocent
green eyes puddling with tears as they had time and again
throughout the ordeal of the past ten hours.
"I know ... I know, Baby," Ken Wilson conceded, sensing the
lump rising in his own throat at the little tears trickling down
her angelic face. He stood awkwardly running his hands through
his own long, chestnut hair, his shorts alone covering his
nakedness.
Damn, what a fine beginning he'd gotten them off to! Married
five weeks, eloping the way they had against her parents' wishes,
and now this mess. Her father'd been right ... he'd never amount
to a "row of ashcans" ... college dropout, vagabond ... a
worthless bastard at twenty, that's what he was. Hell, he'd had
no right marrying her and he'd known it from the start, but he
hadn't been able to help himself ... he'd loved her from the first
moment that day he'd seen her on the beach, reminding him of a
golden Venus in her tiny white bikini ... just as she did at that
very second, her wispy nylon panties and abundantly filled bra
enhancing the curvaceous loveliness of her golden-tanned, satiny-
skinned body.
"... If only we'd never met them, none of this would've
happened," Jean persisted, unable to shake her dejection as she
turned and walked to the vanity for a facial tissue.
Ken swallowed tightly, his discerning eyes automatically
fixing on the provocative rippling movements of her curvaceous
young hips and perfectly ovaled buttocks, the length of her blonde
silken hair falling to the middle of her back, her slender,
waspish waist and long, shapely legs. He felt a stirring inside
his shorts and mentally berated himself for harboring such
thoughts at a time when she needed consolation rather than him on
top of her.
"How could we know, Jean honey?" he questioned, moving around
the bed toward her. "They seemed like right guys ... and they
were ... I mean, a couple of joints in a cat's pocket doesn't
make him public enemy number one just because the establishment
decrees it so. They were just three ordinary guys knocking around
the country and trying to find themselves is all ..."
"Oh, I know, Darling, I know ..." Jean sobbed, dabbing at her
little nose and big eyes with the tissue as she turned to face her
new husband. He opened his arms and she quickly drifted into
them, as if welcoming the security of their strength. "It was
that terrible judge ... I feel certain that Chief Lannigan
intended to let us go. He seemed to believe us .. . but then
something happened after Mr. Keele came, and the next thing I knew
we were being arraigned in court ... Oh, if Daddy ever finds out
..."
"There, Baby ... now don't start worrying about that," Ken
tried at reassuring her, stroking his hands over the smoothness of
her back as he pressed her to him, feeling the firmness of her
resilient breasts against his naked chest, his hands caressingly
grazing downward to clutch the softly yielding moons of her young
buttocks and draw her snugly to him. "Your father is two thousand
miles from here. Besides, it'll all be over before we know it;
three months isn't long ... and at least we'll be together."
She looked up into his face and he saw the tiny amber lights
sparkling in the depths of her green, and sometimes grayish-hued
eyes ... then he heard her almost inaudible gasp of arousal as she
felt the urgent throb of his swelling penis against the softness
of her belly.
"Oh Ken, I don't know what I would've done if they'd
separated us," she whispered, her warm, soft loveliness seeming to
melt into his virile, lanky body. She raised her sensuous, almost
quivering lips and he kissed them tenderly. "I-I love you so much
..."
"And I love you, Baby," he replied, letting his hands
possessively massage the intoxicating mounds of her buttocks
inside her soft nylon panties, while his ever-hardening penis
jerked slightly against the soft, silken flesh of her belly. He
tried to concentrate on the immediate urgency of their situation,
but his mounting desire for her was making that next to
impossible; anyway, he didn't want to give her the slightest
inkling that he did not trust their new benevolent overseer. And
he couldn't reason why Max Keele, the Juvenile Director of
Correction for the state, had so kindly taken them into his home
as maid and odd-job man rather than let them be sent into
individual detention institutions to serve their time. In fact,
it had been the big, smiling, gray-haired man who had approached
the bench and pleaded for probation for them ... and surprisingly
enough that finky judge had listened and granted it ...
"Darling ... let's get into bed," Jean whispered against his
cheek, the sweet warmth of her breath interrupting his train of
thought and inciting him as always. "I-I need you so badly
tonight ... after all that's happened ..."
"Mmmmmm, I've been waiting for that, you hot little minx," he
hissed while he unfastened her bra and smoothed his hands beneath
to cup the lavish dunes of buoyant, pink-nippled flesh, their tiny
buds like little marbles burrowing into the palms of his hands.
Christ, she was a lovely little creature ... if only she would let
herself go ... try to shake off the damned religious fetters her
parents had shackled her with ... but he could wait ... damn, yes,
he'd wait forever if necessary ...
Jean loved the warm, rippling sensations the closeness of her
husband's masculinity and the caressing of his hot, gentle hands
on her naked breasts sent coursing through her belly. From the
very first time it had been the same, and he had been the first
boy to possess her ... that night, one of so many beautiful
moonlit, star-crested nights on the beach. But he was hardly a
man at twenty; yet anything but a boy. He was her lover! That's
what he was ... her lover, and soon, she felt certain, that he
would find the secret of really fulfilling her budding young
sexual hunger.
She thought these things as she pressed her desire---aroused
flesh with unstained innocence needfully against his, her mind
desperately trying to blot out the unwarranted circum--- stances
imprisoning them. Of course, Ken was right; ignorance of the fact
was no excuse, and the penalty could have been so much worse ...
but she'd been certain that the happy---faced, ro--- bust, Chief
Lannigan had intended to let them go after she'd told her story,
and then Mr. Keele had arrived on the scene. Still, as Ken said,
at least they were together, and their room was comfortable. It
would only be for three months, certainly not a lifetime, and the
luxurious house was beautiful even if it was on the same grounds
with the Detention Home for Girls. At least, she didn't have to be
locked up inside that horrible place, being that she was on
restricted probation ... and Mrs. Keele had appeared to be a kind,
as well as strikingly beautiful woman in an austere way. There was
nothing about her that suggested the position she held as superin-
-- tendent of a girl's reform institution.
No ... it could be considerably worse, and she'd been acting
like a child ... anything but a wife ... and her sweet, roughly---
handsome young husband deserved so much more. God, how she loved
him! To make him happy was all that she dreamed of. If ... if only
she knew more of the secret, intimate ways ... perhaps then she
could do them for him! Why didn't he show her? Ask her? Force her
... ? Anything ... ?
"Oh Darling," Jean whispered as he gently rolled her thin,
almost transparent panties down over her hips to fall in a silken
pile at her feet, then drew her naked young body back on top of
him while he lowered himself onto the bed.
"Yes ...?" he prodded with a grinning hiss.
"I-I-I love you!" she gasped kissing him hungrily and
writhing her moistened vagina downward against the length of the
hard throbbing penis inside his shorts. "God, I love you,
Darling!"
He twisted his mouth free, still grinning. "I know all of
that ... but now the question is, how bad do you want to get
fucked?"
"Oh ... oh, God?" Jean gasped, the sudden wild sensations
racing through her belly and loins at the wickedly lewd sound of
his use of the forbidden four-letter word making her forget all
else but his presence and the delicious feel of his hard, virile
cock nestled in the soft, smooth flesh of her lower belly and
sparsely-haired young pubic mound. Sensuously, she squirmed her
hips and buttocks in an effort to work the long, cloth-hampered
shaft of hardened flesh up between the pouting lips of her slowly
moistening vagina. "Anyway ... anyway, only do it Darling! Love
me! Make me happy! Oh ... oh, please don't stop until ... until
..."
"Until ...?" he questioned, puzzled.
Frustrated, Jean sensed her cheeks flushing and stammered:
"Oh ... just hurry Darling ... please get those terrible clothes
off ...!"
* * *
Max Keele chuckled an obscene little sound as he watched the
closed-circuit TV screen and with open lewdness rubbed the swollen
heavy member bulging the front of his dressing gown. He lay
relaxed on the massive bed of the elegant room, the raven-haired,
ivory-skinned enchantress beside him as devoid of clothing beneath
the sheer negligee as was he, her exquisite, statuesque body
sensuously visible through the black, filmy negligee. With
obviously excited eyes she watched and listened to the intimate
bedroom performance unfolding before her, while she gently stroked
the great head of the German shepherd lying on the floor beside
her. Like her husband, Maggie Keele was reveling in the act of
playing voyeur to their newly acquired domestics' lovemaking.
"That delicious little bitch," the powerfully built, gray-
haired man half-whispered licentiously. "Look at her squirm that
luscious little ass! I knew it when I first laid eyes on her in
Lannigan's office. She's got it all, Baby, and that dumb punk
husband of hers can't turn it on." Again, he let out a lurid
chuckling sound. "You ever see prettier titties, or a more
devastating pair of thighs? And on top of that, she's a natural
blonde. Mmmmm, just look at those little golden curls sprinkled
over that tight young pussy ... doesn't that make your mouth water
though?"
"Wow!" his severely beautiful-faced wife exclaimed with a
sensual titter of her own; then, addressing the animal beside her:
"Daddy's going right out of his skull, Kappy! Maybe he won't be
able to wait and try to seduce her ... we might just have a rape
on our hands."
Max rolled his head to gaze over at his voluptuous mate,
noting with an appraising lecherous eye the white, smooth flesh of
one naked raised leg bent at the knee, and the full, rounded
shapeliness of its firm thigh. The enticing display sent a ripple
of lust from his groin to his belly and he felt his heavy cock
lurch inside the robe. Hell, even at forty she could still put
women half her age to shame with that body, he realized, and on
top of that she knew how, and loved to use it. They made the
perfect match all right; she was as lecherous as was he, which
fostered the ideal arrangement with both of them enjoying their
extramarital activities whenever and however they chose.
Then, there was the Spaxtons, the supposedly social club for
influential politicos and wealthy notables that was in reality a
swinging sex circle they had secretly founded together and that
met once a week; and if that wasn't enough to handle her drive,
she always had the never-absent dog by her side that he had given
her ... a present from Dave Archer down-state, and truly a
remarkable animal out of the noble sire, Kaptain. Hell, the brute
would have cost a fortune to buy, but he'd done a turn or two for
the Parksburg Police Chief.
"Don't try to tell me you aren't spurred by a sexy young body
like hers, Baby ... especially a teenager," Max taunted with a
lewd grin. "Remember me, your all-knowing husband?"
For a moment, Maggie didn't answer him. Not that his pointed
remark bothered her in the least; their shared understanding of
varied sexual pleasure was too profound for such nonsense. The
fact of the matter was that although the breathtaking blonde
teenager ... who at that precise moment was gasping passionately
over the speaker system as her young husband wormed his
surprisingly thick, lengthy cock into her nakedly open little
pussy ... had inspired lascivious sensations down inside her own
vagina at the mere sight of her delicious nakedness, it was the
long-haired, youthful husband she couldn't keep her eyes from.
"For the time being I'll leave the little blonde dolly to my
all-knowing husband's satyrical lust," Maggie finally replied as
she continued to fondle and pet Kappy's gallant-looking head.
"And in lieu of her I'll gear my feminine wiles toward the bedding
of that lanky young boy with the astonishingly man-sized cock."
With that, she raised her head, fluffing up the pillow beneath to
better watch the erotically piqueing intimacy taking place on the
screen before them. "My God, you'll have to admit that it is an
unexpected wonder, Max!" she exclaimed, her breath catching in her
throat jealously as a low, deep-throated groan came over the sound
system and she could see the full, blood-inflated head of the
young boy's cock working sensuously at the thin, hair-lined pussy
lips of his widespread wife.
"Oh, God," the teenage girl gasped as the huge, excitedly
pulsing tip penetrated the tight elasticized mouth of her
moistened, pink vagina, visibly stretching the small, visibly
quivering opening as it wormed its way into her with the help of
her young husband's guiding hand.
"Oh ... OOOHHH GOD, DARLING... IT'S SO BIG ... SO TERRIBLY
BIG," Jean's whimpering, almost breathless voice came with clarity
through the speaker to the pair of lecherous voyeurs watching
lustfully from their elaborate bed. "Oh ... OOOHHH PLEASE, NOT
TOO FAST, LOVER ... IT HURTS YET ..."
"The little bitch hasn't seen anything!" Max Keele rasped
goatishly. "Wait till she gets a few inches of this baby crammed
up into that little cunt!"
Maggie Keele was too mesmerized by the lust-arousing scene to
drag her eyes from the screen, but she knew her husband had
grasped his own massive penis and was stroking it, and then,
subconsciously, she was aware of her slender hands caressing her
own slowly swelling breasts, plucking at their hardened ruby-like
nipples through the diaphanous film of her negligee while tiny,
butterfly-like sensations began to run rampant in her loins and
belly. Beside her, Kappy had gotten to his feet and was whining
and staring at her because of the loss of her petting hand, but
she temporarily paid him no attention either.
God, there was something about the boy that excited her to no
end. His cock alone would normally be enough ... the young virile
length and thickness of it ... but there was more about him that
seemed to kindle deeper sensations of desire than she'd known for
ages ... his roughly-handsome face perhaps ... or was it the
lankiness of him, as her father had been ... Yes! That was it!
God, he even resembled the pictures she vaguely remembered of her
incestuous, wealthy father in his younger years! That was the
crux of it all! He was the image of her Daddy that she wanted to
remember ... the first man ever to make love to her, a night she
could recall vividly after her mother's death ... she had been
thirteen that first time, but there had been many, many more such
beautiful nights ... and then that bitch had come into their house
to steal him away from her ... just as the blonde little slut on
the screen intended to do ... only this time it would be
different! The hand that wielded the power belonged to her,
Maggie Keele! Yes, yes ... she was going to possess her daddy
this time, body and soul, and the young blonde intruder, even if
she was his wife, was going to suffer! Oh, how she was going to
suffer for all the unhappiness the one like her had caused her
...!
Beside her and salaciously stroking his endowment of heavy-
lengthed cock, Max Keele gaped with licentiously glued eyes at the
erotically enchanting spectacle of the young bride, Jean Wilson's
magnificent, naked loveliness. The fact that she was
simultaneously getting fucked by her legitimate husband only added
to the mounting lust in his fired and lecherous loins ... watching
the changing expressions of momentary enchantment to sudden
twinges of pain as the young boy's wetly glistening shaft of hot,
hard flesh was forced deeper into her, inciting envious, sadistic
spasms to charge through his gut ... staring eagerly at her wide-
spread, full rounded young thighs ... the delicious cleft to her
white, untanned ass ... the rippling delight of her firmly jutting
breasts as she worked passionately to accept him ... Christ, what
a phenomenal species of teen-age female she was!
He'd taken one look at her in Lannigan's office, a
sufficiently long enough look to know the hidden pleasure yet
unleashed in her tight, rounded ass, and damned little more was
necessary. Neither the police chief nor that junky, McGraw, dared
to oppose him when he'd suggested the kids would make a nice set
of playthings around his house for the next three months, and that
was logical. He'd used a measure of psychology in bringing
Lannigan into the Spaxtons with that dumpy, ugly wife of his, and
he supplied all of McGraw's "H". There was little goddamned else
they could do but comply to the wheel's wishes.
Max grinned confidently, indulging himself in the luxury of
his statewide power for a moment. He damned sure had the trigging
state pretty well secured, didn't he? It wouldn't be long before
he could name governor nominees, and what came after that except
Washington! His grin broadened, even as he clutched his cock and
stared at the screen above. That was another shrewd little
enticing move he'd made, having the closed-circuit TV installed
and strategically placed around. Hell, he had it made, like
damned few potentates with all their harems ever dreamed of. He
had a whole trigging detention home filled with them! Six hundred
and better ... which reminded him ...
"Where the hell is that little bitch?" he spat at his wife,
rolling his head toward her and lifting it from the pillow.
"She should be here," Maggie replied, looking over at him.
"You have the remote. Switch it around."
Max Keele made a guttural sound as he picked up the control
panel and pressed a button. Responsively, the screen picture
changed, depicting several young girls in full dress moving around
a room. Again, he pressured a button that presented a similar
scene, end yet another, until the screen display pictured a shower
room of the adjacent penal home.
The sounds of the splashing shower-sprays and the voices of
the three naked young girls beneath them filled the bedroom.
Eagerly, Max Keele's flinty eyes raked over their teenaged bodies,
feasting carnally on their tender charms.
"The one in the middle, Daddy, Sandy Jarvis ... with the long
red hair," his wife informed in a throaty voice. "Like ...?"
"Hmmmmm ... not bad ... not bad at all," Max grunted,
admiring the firmness of the unaware girl's pointed young breasts,
firmly rounded buttocks and hips, to the symmetrical pattern of
her well-proportioned thighs and calves. "How old is she?"
"Sixteen. This is her second stay with us, and for the same
reason, shoplifting," Maggie said, admiring the pretty redhead's
inviting body sapphically. Already, she had enjoyed its youthful
delights in her private suite at the Home and knew from which she
spoke. "And don't worry, Daddy, she knows all the tricks, that
little girl. I presume she's had to, coming from a near destitute
family with a drunken father and prostitute mother ..."
"Okay, okay, I don't give a damn about her poor unfortunate
history," Max cut her short. "Let's get the little bitch over
here before this thing shatters from the strain, eh?"
Maggie tittered lightly, a warm, desirous sensation washing
through her as she trained her view on the erect, thick and long
object her husband of eighteen years was referring to. He still
held it salaciously in his hand while he worked the foreskin up
and down to cover then reveal its moistly swollen head. And what
a magnificent cock it was, she mused sensuously. God, she had all
she could do to keep from pouncing on it right then with her own
building passion firing her, but experience had taught her the
ecstatic advantages of letting him navigate the course of events
they would follow. She said:
"Don't get impatient, Daddy. Seybor will be bringing her
along shortly ... as soon as she gets all nice and dainty for you.
In the meantime, why don't we switch back and watch our new
playthings for awhile. That darling boy does quivery things to
your baby's belly."
The big man responded with an obscene little laugh, re-
picturing the Wilsons in their act of intimate sex, while Kappy
lay his great head on the bed, nuzzling his nose against his
mistress's soft hip meaningfully with a tiny whimpering sound.
"Looks as if Kappy's impatient, too," Max said, grinning.
Maggie stroked the beautiful animal's head affectionately and
cooed down at him. "Don't worry, Darling. You'll have your own
little party pretty soon. Mama could never deny you..."
* * *
"Ooooohhhh ... oooohhhh Godddddd!" Jean moaned into the
pleasure-slackened face of her young desire-incited husband as he
continued to fill her with slow, long thrusts ... rhythmic plunges
that fucked into her tight, yielding vagina to greater and greater
depths, until at last she felt the smooth spongy tip brush at her
cervix and his full, sperm-filled balls slap resoundingly into the
soft sensitive crevice separating the widespread cheeks of her
naked buttocks. The pain-pleasure left her breathless ...
somewhere between purgatory and heaven, she thought wildly! Oh
yes ... yes ... maybe this was the night! Oh, God, it was so
beautiful ... so beautiful! And she groaned from deep in her
throat with the bliss that was overwhelmingly intoxicating her...
At first, from her tiny wailing gasps, Ken feared that he'd
hurt her, but then he felt her begin to writhe and squirm beneath
him aggressively and he knew different. Her deliciously clasping
young cunt, as if of its own uncontrollable volition, initiated a
voracious muscular squeezing along the full length of his deeply
burrowing cock, her hard little nipples gouging sensuously into
his chest. Her warm lovely belly pressured hotly upward against
him while her thighs clamped and released at his waist as she
worked her now hungrily accepting young pussy up and down the full
hardness of his driving penis, helping to establish the tempo of
their fucking.
"Oh Ken ... darling, darling ... don't ever stop," she
murmured as his now aching rod of desire-hardened flesh soared
into her moistly secreting cuntal sheath and her head began to
flail excitedly from side to side. He saw the tiny teeth marks
appear on her ripe lower lip where she'd nibbled at it; then, she
was sucking and biting at his tongue and forcing her own into his
mouth and almost wantonly, gasping warm, sweet breath into his
throat.
He saw the thin film of sweat beading on her forehead beneath
the entangled halo of honey-hued hair, and the way her neck was
straining, low hums of erotic abandon beginning to gurgle from
deep in her throat against his lips. Damn ... damn ... he'd never
seen his proud little wife really let herself go this way! The
erotic sight of her enchantingly naked body writhing and bucking
in feverishly rising heat spurred him lasciviously on. She was
his now ... all his to fuck when and however he chose ...!
Jean cried out beneath him, twisting suddenly to escape the
abrupt, unexpected pain as he slipped his hands beneath the firm
white cheeks of her smooth rounded buttocks and pulled her nakedly
open loins up tighter to him, fucking into her defenseless young
pussy with a new unleashed savagery. The vicious smacking of his
heavy, semen-bloated balls against her tiny puckered anus and the
smooth, softly yielding crevice between her upturned buttocks
echoed lewdly throughout the small room.
"Auuuggghhhh ... ooogghhhh ... ooohhhh ... oohhh ... don't
... don't hurt me, Lover ... please ...?" she choked brokenly.
But he hardly heard her guttural, animalistic plea and
ignoringly plunged harder and deeper in his mounting passion,
screwing his leanly driving pelvis tighter into her soft,
sensitive cunt, grinding the flaccidly cringing flesh sadistically
with his excitedly working fingers. Then, to his surprise, with a
low passionate groan coming from deep in her chest, she began to
arch her hips up to him, meeting his brutal lunges with sudden
violent upthrusts of her own. Her eyes glazing now with
unrestrained passion, she suddenly raised them both inches off the
bed in wild, untamed cadence with her incessant moans beneath his
nakedly pounding body, opening and closing her legs high up around
his waist, slaving her heated young pussy up and down his lust-
hardened cock in an obscenely working rhythm she could no longer
seem to control.
Furiously, Ken fucked into her, cupping her nakedly trembling
loins tighter and tighter against his pelvis and feeling her draw
back her thighs until she was almost bent double and her knees
touched her passion-swollen breasts, causing the moist, clasping
hole of her tightly milking cunt to blossom open even further in
reception to his pistoning cock tunneling ever deeper inside her.
Jean tossed her head in mesmerized, unequivocal bliss, the
momentary twinges of pain she had known quickly giving way to the
pleasure he was bringing her rapture-filled body, her smooth, firm
thighs and buttocks on either side of his virile, thickly impaling
cock quivering and twitching spasmodically in unleashed ecstasy,
her tongue slithering hotly in and out of his sucking mouth in a
simulation of oral fucking.
There had never been anything ... any time like this before
for her! Never, never never! Oh yes ... this was it ... the
night she'd been waiting for! "Ooohhh ... harder, Darling!
Harder!" she urged, her voice coarse with an overwhelming,
salacious appetite that had to be satisfied. "Oh please, Lover
... harderrrrr!"
Ken gaped down at her in disbelieving astonishment, her
almost frenzied, licentious performance firing him wildly.
Christ, he'd reached the point of losing control over his climax.
A half-dozen times he'd barely been able to force it back, and he
knew he could never do it again! He'd collapse if he didn't soon
cum! He stared downward at where his lead-hard cock was plunging
furiously in and out of her now almost drenched little vagina,
concentrating on the feel of the tight, pink folds of raw flesh
clasping and clinging to his rampaging cock he was thrusting with
jackhammer force into her. Oh, Christ, it was too much ...!
In one last desperate effort, he attempted to step up the
pace and deepen his lunges as she writhed frantically under him,
grinding up and down his almost bursting cock with incredulous
fury, her long, beautifully tapered legs uncontrollably jerking,
her toes curled under as she drew her soft, tanned thighs back
higher. Below, the smooth, satiny flesh of her inner cuntal walls
began to milk the life from her young, hard-driving husband's
throbbing shaft of lust-hardened cock-flesh.
Insanely, Ken pounded, pounded, pounded in one last futile
effort, pressing his hands behind her knees and forcing them back
hard until her head was enframed by them, lifting the plain of her
naked cunt higher and more widely open to his almost inhuman
battering of her helplessly exposed pussy.
"Ooochhhhh ... ooohhhhh ... that's it, Darring! That's it!"
Jean cried, her mouth loose, her eyes rolling insanely in her
lovely head. "Don't stop! My God, don't stop, darling!" she
gasped, her angelic face bearing only the slightest resemblance to
the girl he knew and loved, her wild passion warping her features
into a sensuously depraved mask of obscene lust. "Oooohhhh ...
don't ever stop, Ken honey ... no! Harder! Do it harder! Fuck
me, my darling ... fuck me ...!"
Ken's senses were a swirling mass of confused lust, and he
needed only to hear the lewd four-letter word tumble wantonly from
her lips to peak him! Whatever else she had said he hardly heard,
but it didn't matter! He was there and couldn't hold it back! His
aching, screaming cock was going to shatter into a billion slivers
any second! His balls would explode like an over-inflated
balloon, splattering the walls of the room ...! He wanted to wail
out as he ground hard and deep into her rhythmically sucking young
cunt in his effort to penetrate the furthest sanctuary of her
deliciously grinding belly! He watched her breasts heave and
quiver beneath his brutal pummeling ... even saw their tiny pink
nipples expand as she flailed her head madly from side to side ...
and then it tripped! It was cumming ... like a gusher of oil
unleashed from the bowels of the earth ... and there was no
capping it!
An odd expression contorted Jean's delicate features. She
felt the jerking and expanding of his heavy, sperm-laden cock and
realized its meaning! He was going to! Going to cum and ... and
leave her this way again! My God, she'd go out of her mind ...!
"No! No! Please no! God, darling, not yet! You mustn't
cum yet!" she begged, jamming her nibbling cunt tightly up against
the thundering, pulsating rod of hard flesh as if to try and stop
it. "Oh my God! Don't leave me this way again, Darling ...?"
He wanted to hold back for her ... tried, but it was too
late! The hot stream had already begun to charge the length of
his cock, his throbbing balls pumping sporadically like some well-
tooled mechanism extracting juice from the earth's entrails. He
... she ... both felt it spurt into her, he from the tip of his
exploding cock ... she, as the blood-inflated head expanded and
contracted, squirting its thick, hot sperm like a jet of scalding
cream against the walls of her desperately clasping vagina!
Jean screamed again and again: "No! Oh my God, no ...!"
But her young husband was too far above her at that moment,
and though he heard her cries, he knew he could do nothing but
revel in the delight of his hot, thick semen racing the distance
of his cock, its stimulating ecstasy wracking his lanky young
frame as it spurted far up into her soft, quivering belly. It
jerked and spewed in unending spasms inside her, while she ground
her cruelly unsatiated loins frantically up against its buried
depths, inciting rather than stopping it!
And then, it was done ...!
Unashamedly, Jean whimpered out in her desperate frustration
as he drew the slowly deflating shaft of useless flesh out of her
sperm-flooded pussy and fell back upon his buttocks in confused
disgust with himself, his cheeks flushed, his mouth slack.
"D-Damnit Baby, I-I'm sorry ... honest to Christ I am ... b-
but I couldn't help myself," he whined weakly, hardly able to look
her in the eye. "I tried ... You believe that don't you ...?"
She said nothing as she fought to regain control of her
ragged emotions and quell the raging inferno of sensations that
were tingling wildly in her unfulfilled loins and belly. Dear
God, she had to try to understand. In all truth, she knew that he
had done his best ... and was it his fault that she was some sort
of freak? Her darling ... she looked at him sitting there so
dejected and ashamed, blaming himself for what was her inadequacy
and a warm feeling of compassionate love for him surged through
her.
"It's all right, Darling," she whispered and smiled, opening
her arms to him. "Come here and let me kiss you."
He did, eagerly crawling between her still opened thighs once
more as she reached over and flicked the room into darkness ...
Chapter 2
"What the hell did I tell you!" Max Keele gloated lewdly to
his aroused wife beside him on the bed as he flicked off the TV.
"The dumb punk kid of a husband can't do it for her. What she
needs is a cock like this stuffed into that frustrated little
pussy of hers, and believe me, Maggie baby, she's going to get
it!"
The raven-haired enchantress hungrily ogled her husband's
thick, heavy-veined organ he had continuously stroked throughout
the young Wilsons' lovemaking sequence, their own act of voyeurism
doing as much to stimulate her lust as the actual performance
itself. Her belly and loins churned with sensual fermentations
that she had helped agitate with an unashamed finger teasing
warmly between her excitedly flushed cunt-lips, gently tweaking
her ever hardening clitoris while she watched the desirable young
Mr. Wilson try to satisfy that little blonde bitch with his husky
young cock. God, she couldn't imagine cumming any less than a
half-dozen times with that virile rod of youthful, cock flesh
fucking into her ... and how she wished she had him right on top
of her at that moment, with his proud little blonde wife forced to
stand by and watch!
"Where the hell is that goddamned Seybor with the Jarvis
cunt? Max snarled, bolting from the bed to his feet and stripping
away his lounging robe.
Admiringly, Maggie stared at her naked husband with his
thick, hairy chest and broad shoulders. Few big men at his age of
fifty kept themselves in such trim, she reflected for the
millionth time, letting her eyes trail down over his powerful
physique, actually appreciating the slight overhang of his belly
above the menacing wagon-tongue-like cock poling out from his
hair-matted loins.
Yes, she could have been happy with him alone if things had
been different, if he'd chosen to do anything else rather than
play politics. But he'd been both ambitious and a profligate, and
she had frowned on neither characteristic. Rather, had she
willingly joined forces with him, and in all truth she had never
been sorry. Not only was she able to indulge to her own
insatiable cravings at will, but she still could enjoy the
sadistic pleasure of his ravaging cock when they both so chose,
that act made more enticing by the extracurricular activities they
engaged in ... like the one coming up ...
"You want me to ring the Home, Daddy?" she questioned,
petting Kappy's noble head beside her while she watched Max walk
toward their corner bar. Of course, she knew he wouldn't.
Invariably, they both preferred to stimulate their drives for
hours before they satisfied their lust, and she had told her chief
matron ten o'clock. It was yet five minutes from that. Besides,
Maggie knew old lesbian Seybor wouldn't dare fail her lest she be
cut off from the scrapped young delicacies she tossed her now and
then to maul and intimidate.
"No ... let's have a drink or two instead," he answered,
moving behind the bar. "Scotch-rocks?"
"Fine."
* * *
Sandy Jarvis slipped only the form-fitting, mini street-dress
she had been given over her naked body, while the ugly-faced,
heavy tripped and legged matron stood back watching in obvious
lecherousness. She wouldn't need anymore, she knew, brushing her
page-boy styled hair and staring into the mirror of her so-called
room where two other girls lay in their beds watching her.
"You ... you afraid, Sandy?" fifteen-year old Helen Davis, a
runaway, asked.
"Afraid...? Afraid of what?" Sandy replied as she
manipulated the brush, the sudden thought occurring to her that
there was no way they could frighten her. She had already seen
and done too much in her young life ...
"Shut up!" Seybor ordered. "You two should be asleep. You
know the rules."
"Piss on you, Seybor," Carla Montez, an eighteen-year-old
prostitute spat. Sandy smiled at her brazenness and Helen laughed
outright. "Why don't you go downstairs and eat some more of Old
Molly!"
"Y-You two-bit bitch!" Seybor hissed. "Wait 'till I get
you!"
"You wait!" Carla spat disgustedly. "I can."
Again, Helen laughed.
"Okay, okay, let's get off the kick," Sandy suggested gaily,
not at all minding the lark she was forced to attend. Her mind
floated euphorically; she'd had the usual cube of sugar with its
minimum dosage of LSD, but it was adequate to take her up and
away. Hell, it didn't hurt to play slave to the master; he might
take a sudden liking to you; besides, she hadn't had a feel or
taste of male cock in six-weeks and it'd been sometime since she'd
been so denied. Not that she couldn't live without it ... there
were other ways, but she'd rather live with it ...
"Come on, come on, Jarvis," Seybor snapped. "He isn't going
to be looking at your hair ... just your pussy."
"Like you," Carla sneered, "oh, Seybor?"
Sandy dropped her brush and walked to the locked door, a
smile uncontrollably broadening her attractive young face.
"I'll get to you, Montez!" Seybor hissed. "Don't worry, I'll
get you sooner or later ... then, we'll see how snide you'll be."
"I can't imagine anything more horrible than you eating me,
Seybor," Carla spat, watching the infuriated woman unlock the door
and shove her roommate through the opening.
"Remember, where, I can wait," Seybor hissed venomously.
"You can't! Just remember that!" Then, to Sandy with a knuckle
in the middle of her back: "Get going, you ... and remember, it
pays to be nice to Seybor ... if you want to stay up on that happy
little cloud."
* * *
Jean Wilson lay quietly in her young husband's arms as he
slept. The immediacy of her desire had gradually dwindled, but
the basic sensations still quavered in her belly and loins. God,
there had to be something wrong with her! She had been almost on
the brink of ultimate ecstasy ... whatever that was ... and
suddenly it had been as if she were forsaken! Yet, she knew that
Ken would never knowingly forsake her ... he loved her as she
loved him.
God, that they should be almost locked up like this, even
forgetting the splendor of the place; they were still prisoners of
a sort, and forced to do the Keeles' bidding. Had they been
guilty of anything at all it would be different. They had only
been in town a few hours, enroute on Ken's motorcycle to L.A.
where he had intended to re-enter college while she found some
sort of job to help support them. That income along with his
Uncle's annuity would surely have carried them ... and then, this
...!
For a moment, she thought of her own parents, their closely
knitted family, her brothers, cousins, aunts and uncles, the
security of the farm with its vast fields of rippling grain, but
prudently, she put it from her. She'd made her choice and she
wasn't sorry ... The almost man who slept beside her. God, how
she loved him! And he wasn't to blame ... Another time ...
perhaps, the very next time! She could only hope, she reasoned as
she kissed him affectionately while he slept ...
* * *
Somewhere between the Detention Home and the Keele house,
Sandy Jarvis' sang-froid temporarily faltered, which was natural
enough, she reasoned, having no certain conception of what was to
be expected of her. At that moment, she was thankful for the
effects of the acid that Seybor had given her, and with a measure
of concentration she visualized the handsome Director of
Correction, re-satisfying herself that the party could be quite
interesting ... especially with an older man of his powerful
physique. A tiny ripple of excited anticipation tingled in her
belly as she tried to imagine the size of him where it counted,
and she smiled to herself while Seybor led her into the house and
up the stairs to the closed door ...
"She's tripping nice and high, Mrs. Keele ... should make for
a swinging session," Sandy heard Seybor rasp luridly as she,
herself, stared in surprise at the presence of the scantily clad,
beautiful superintendent. She'd had no idea that Mrs. Keele was
going to be there ... only her husband, and as her young seasoned
eyes quickly swept down the flimsy negligee, enhanced nakedness of
her raven-haired woman it became quite apparent to her that she
intended to participate in whatever was to come.
"What's the matter, Sandy dear? You seemed astonished at
seeing me," Maggie said with a seductive little smile, her dark-
eyes glittering rapaciously as she closed the door and slipped her
arm around the shapely red-head's slender waist, walking her
slowly into the room toward the bed. "I thought after our
intimate little time together yesterday that you'd be happy to see
me.'
"Oh, I am ... I am," Sandy replied in partial truth
remembering the statuesque Superintendent's ardent lovemaking, the
vivid recollection, along with her caressing hand at her waist and
tummy, adding to the tingling sensations that had begun in her
loins. "It's ... it's just that I expected ..."
Sandy paused and Maggie finished for her. "Mr. Keele ...?
Is that it, Darling?"
"Well ... yes ..." Sandy managed, knowing the hidden wrath of
the beautiful, sensuous woman holding to her affectionately and
not wanting to incur it ... though she was disappointed ...
"So, my dear ..." Maggie said, continuing to smile as she
gently turned her around to face the bar where the German
Shepherd, Kappy, stood proudly with ears erect nearby, and the
naked, hairy chest of the smiling Max Keele was visible above and
behind the small counter. "Your expectations are fulfilled, eh?"
"Hello, Baby," the big man greeted, his smile still prevalent
as his flinty eyes raked lecherously over her mini dressed young
body. Then, he raised a small glass to his mouth and drained it
with one gulp. "Like a drink first?" he invited, wiping his mouth
with the back of his big hand.
"N-No, thanks," Sandy replied, pleased, yet at the same time,
frightened by the awesome sight of him; then, she felt her pulse
quicken as she realized he was about to step out from behind the
little bar ... When he did, she gasped aloud, the sight of his
massive, hardened cock sending a mixture of apprehensive chills
and aroused excitement up her back. "Goddd ...!" she exclaimed.
Max chuckled licentiously and gazed down at the jutting
weapon with pride. "Like it, Sugar?"
"G-Godddd!" Sandy repeated as Maggie tittered lewdly beside
her. "I-I've never seen anything like it ...!"
Again, Max made an amused chortling sound and moved toward
them, stopping not inches in front of Sandy. "Maybe you better
get better acquainted with it, Sandy baby," he half-hissed, his
eyes gleaming salaciously. "Let's take it in that hot little hand
of yours and get the feel of things, shall we?"
There was little in the vast realm of sex that Sandy hadn't
sampled in her teenaged life, but in the beginning it had been out
of necessity and with unwanting bitterness; only with time and
experience had she begun to know desire, as she did at that very
moment, yet even as her young sensual appetite was mounting, so
was her apprehension ...
She had never seen anything equal to the size of the wickedly
enticing shaft of hard, purple-headed flesh poling out from his
powerful, hairy loins, nor the huge balls that swung between his
muscular legs, and though she could imagine the delicious pleasure
it could bring a woman, her own thoughts were of whether she could
take it, or not! Lord, what did they expect to do to her between
them ...?
"Well ...?" the big man snapped sharply, jarring her from her
mesmerized thoughts. "Let's get with it, kid, before I lose
patience."
Hesitantly, Sandy looked to Maggie beside her for some sort
of approval and received it in an urgent glance ... then, she
reached out and gently curled her small palm and slender fingers
as far as they would reach around the hot, heavy-veined organ,
hearing the big man's grunt of lust at the contact, and sensing
wilder sensations of erotic excitement charging through her own
belly and dampening loins. Automatically, she began to stroke the
heavy outer layer of skin back and forth to his obscene pelvic
movements, fascinated as the thick foreskin slid back to reveal
its moistened, velvety glans.
"Unghhh ... unghhh," she heard his licentious grunts of
pleasure to her soft-hand manipulation, and suddenly she was
conscious of the older woman behind her and her fingers raising
the back of her dress and crawling teasingly up her thighs toward
her pantyless buttocks.
Knowing what was expected of her, Sandy slowly let her thighs
open as she continued to stroke Max Keele's hugely pulsating cock,
feeling his wife's long slender fingers exploring from the rear
between her legs with feminine gentleness the flushing hair-lined
lips of her pussy. She tauntingly, with the expertise of another
woman, traced the already tingling little slit backward through
the smooth cleft of her trembling buttocks to the tiny recessed
hole of her slightly puckered anus ... there to massage and prod
skillfully, until she couldn't hold back the gasp of excitement
that burst from her lips.
"Mmmmmm ... I can see where this is going to be a beautiful
party," Maggie cooed, while she continued to teasingly taunt the
teenaged red-head's tiny trembling rectum, tenderly slipping a
gentle finger part way into the spongy, clutching channel and
raising another protesting little groan from Sandy's lips.
"Yeah," Max rasped hotly. "You are a luscious little bitch,
Baby. Now, get down on your knees and put that pretty tongue and
mouth to work. Let's see how well you suck a cock ... and give it
a good tongue-job first."
The electric-like shock of sensation that raced through Sandy
at his command was not entirely excitement; a portion of it was
still caused by her awe of the huge, brutal organ, but already she
knew better than to hesitate and reluctantly began to lower
herself off of Mrs. Keele's probing finger, realizing as she
reached her knees that her dress was being lifted over her head
and she was being stripped completely naked by the beautiful
Superintendent.
"Christ, she is a fucking doll, isn't she! Look at those hot
young tits!" Sandy heard Max exclaim above her as she came mouth-
level with his thrusting cock that she still held in her small
hand, the proximity of the fiery bulbous head with its slitted tip
and the tiny drops of lubricating fluid seeping from it suddenly
eradicating all else from her partially-drugged mind.
It wasn't the first cock she had sucked, but it was certainly
the biggest, Sandy thought, moving close and flicking out her tiny
tongue to, of her own volition, lick away the small white beads of
moisture seeping from it, immediately tasting the male pungency
and feeling new, increased desire rising in her feverish young
belly and loins. Excitedly, she began to lick and swirl her
tongue around the velvety head while Max Keele groaned with
rapidly building excitement from above, teasing her tongue-tip
into its tiny split, then raising the length of it with her hand
at the massive base to stab and taunt its visibly throbbing
underside. Subconsciously, her other small, girlish hand went
between his thighs to cup his sperm-bloated balls tenderly, while
her tongue trailed moistly down his cock's heavy under-vein to its
hair-hidden base, then back up as she opened her mouth wide and
slipped her soft, tongue-moistened lips over the ponderous head,
taking as much as she could of his cock-flesh into the hot, saliva
filled cavern of her mouth.
"Uuugghhh, Christ!" Max gasped appreciatively. "She really
knows what it's about, all right!"
"I told you," Maggie said excitedly, watching with lurid,
glittering eyes the luscious teen-aged red-head's obscene sucking
of her husband's long, thick cock, her own need mounting and
continually piqued by Kappy's whining and constantly nuzzling nose
in the folds of her silken negligee where it covered her own
rapidly awakening pussy. "And God, Max, this beautiful young
animal ... he's beside himself ... along with his mistress now ...
Please, let's all get down on the floor?"
Sandy hardly knew what was taking place, except that suddenly
Max Keele was lying on his back and she was between his hairy
wide-spread thighs, hungrily sucking on his massive cock and not
wanting to relinquish it for any reason. Perhaps, it was the
unbelievable size of it ... or simply her own degenerate young
lust, whichever, she didn't care ... that he let her suck the hot
male cum from the huge shaft of his excitedly throbbing cock was
all that mattered now!
Max groaned and raised up to watch the little bitch's firmly
dancing tits as her bobbing head worked up and down and he began a
slow undulation with his hips, sliding his thick, lust-inflated
cock in and out of her mouth mercilessly with a lewd, moist
sucking sound resounding throughout the room. Christ, the young
cunt was reveling in it! And Maggie was getting more uptight
every second just standing there and waiting for instructions.
She'd tossed her negligee to one-side and was gaping enviously,
fingering hungrily at her now excitedly flooding cunt, while Kappy
whimpered and sniffed at it tensely. He couldn't blame the
handsome brute; when all was said and done it was still the most
delicious pussy of them all ... and he knew damned well that he
loved it.
All the same, it was wise to keep an ambitious woman like
Maggie in tow, he thought nebulously, watching the lascivious
puffing of the teen-age red-head's cheeks as her head bobbed
rhythmically on the end of his cock. Sadistically then, he thrust
the throbbing shaft upward between her ovally clasping lips. He
wound his hand in her hair and grinned as he continued to jerk his
pelvis upward, forcing his heavy cock mercilessly into her trapped
face, while she whimpered in sudden frightened submission down
between his legs. Maybe it was time to give her a little
stimulant ... help build her faith in mankind, he decided, the
idea sending a charge of additional sadistically inspired lust
into his groin and gut.
"Now, Kappy! Take her! Now!" he ordered, ignoring his
wife's expression of disappointment. "Move, dog, move!"
Maggie didn't try to hide her feelings. God almighty, she
was about ready to go out of her mind with her own desire after
provoking it the entire evening long, and here he had taken away
her last vestige of satisfaction ... except her own hand! God,
was that all he expected her to get tonight ... and if he did, why
didn't he say so? Even that was at least a form of release! As
for this little redheaded bitch, the scheming teen-age vixen,
she'd take care of her ... no, she'd let the matron, Seybor,
handle her, the naked, raven-haired woman planned, while she
jealously watched the young German shepherd, Kappy, move up behind
Sandy Jarvis's firm, rounded young buttocks with inquisite,
trained instinct ...
Sandy choked back a frightened gasp, the blood suddenly icing
in her veins as she felt something wet and cold prodding back
between her nakedly exposed buttocks!
God, what was it ..? But before she could reason, she felt
it moving downward toward the tight and completely defenseless
mouth of her openly raised vaginal lips. She stiffened and jerked
at the spasmodic cold and wetly probing touches against her
sensitive young cunt, but when the great animal growled its
warning, she realized it was his nose!
Oh God ...! What was he trying to do? Her young brain
whirled frantically! He was sniffing at her as if she were
another animal ... a female dog bitch in heat! Oh ... oh God, no,
they weren't going to ... to make her do it with the dog ...! Her
mind went berserk and she moaned with rising trepidation around
the big man's huge cock in her mouth as Kappy's cold, searching
nose abruptly slipped upwards from her vagina and rubbed wetly
against her tiny, cringing anus!
There was no need for further questions, for a split second
later they were answered when his long tongue snaked out and
licked hotly up and down the nakedly spread crevice surrounding
her snug little rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the fleshy
outer anal ring. She squirmed her white nudely exposed buttocks
uncontrollably at the taunting and heard the brute's warning
growl. A frightened tremor passed over her as she realized that
to move and displease him could be dangerous ... she'd seen him
bare his teeth too many times in the Home, at girls who got out of
line with the matron, or the Super, herself!
Again, the length of long moist flesh touched her there, and
then she felt him beginning to lap greedily at the partially
opened, tight slit between her spread thighs. He ran his tongue
fluidly over her genitals, from the tightly puckered little anus
to lave the fluted pink edges of her hair-fringed pussy, reaching
to the tiny pulsing bud of her clitoris! Then, his thick lingual
member had opened her loins wide, spreading through her rawly
sensitive cuntal flesh like a honed blade through warm butter! It
licked on relentlessly between her open, defenseless thighs,
pausing only occasionally to lunge in a hungry curl up into the
involuntarily dilating channel of her vagina.
God, she'd certainly been anything but a chaste, maudlin
virgin in her young lifetime, but this ... this obscene taunting
of naked genitals by a dog was even beneath her dignity ...! No
... no, they wouldn't let him ... not really do it to her all the
way ... my God ...!
She groaned deep in her throat as Kappy's relentlessly
probing tongue shot up the moist channel of her vagina as if
trained to the act ... raced up inside her like a squirming little
reptile, wickedly ravaging her helplessly exposed cunt lips.
And then, in spite of her trembling fear, uncomprehendable,
wild galvanic sensation burst inside her and she found herself
humming and purling frantically around Max Keele's heavy cock sunk
deeply in her mouth.
The big man had known it would happen and he grinned evilly
down at her licentiously slaving head. When it came to pussy,
especially human pussy, Kappy was a master, like his father
Kaptain, none of the girls they submitted to him could resist his
animal-lovemaking for long. The brute was firing her like a
boiler and suddenly she was sucking him to please herself, again
running her tongue whorishly around and around his throbbing cock-
head, flicking its tip teasingly into the tiny slit to send
powerful salacious sensations charging through his groin into his
belly.
Sandy couldn't deny the growing delicious thrill of the
brutishly handsome man's cock in her mouth. Kappy, behind her, his
tongue lashing beautifully up through the open split of her tight
young cunt all the way up to her rectum in unbelievable delight,
was introducing her to a world of enchantingly obscene rapture the
likes of which she had never known. Within her loins was building
an insane pressure that could mean only one thing ... wild, flying
ecstasy!
Then suddenly, dream-like through the drugged haze of her
passion, the young, slavishly kneeling girl felt the great dog
mount her, his soft furry body humping excitedly in toward her
trembling buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her waist in the
manner of a human male. The beast's tormenting tongue had
inflamed her pussy to the point where she welcomed any penetrating
object that could soothe it, and from the corner of her eye she
caught the entire reflection of their lewdly coupling threesome in
the full length wall-mirror; the lascivious sight of the
magnificent animal mounting the obscenely spread moons of her
soft, white buttocks, plus the lurid image of Max Keele lying on
his back with his legs spread lewdly apart and his long, thick
cock protruding stump-like from her ovally sucking mouth, sent
wild and lustful sensations of carnal passion spiraling through
her.
She saw the reflection of Kappy's glistening, corally-tapered
penis shoot forth from its long sheath, moist and hard, the
tapered end slipping and dancing like a pointed scarlet candle in
the damp slit of her nakedly exposed cunt, and she felt his strong
animal body jerk against her in his first futile effort to
penetrate her vagina with the thick beveled shaft of sexually
excited flesh.
"Help him! Help him!" Maggie ordered, watching enviously
from her standing position, her index finger caressing her own
excitedly erect clitoris between the moist, hair-lined lips of her
seething cunt. God, how much longer was he going to make her wait
...?
With an unrestrained moan as the husband and wife watched in
eager lust, Sandy shifted her lush round buttocks in a desperate
searching effort to capture the dog's lengthening cock, the raging
tension within her reaching the wanton stage. God, she had to have
the long, glistening phallus up inside her before she lost her
mind in her rapidly mounting need! She reached back between her
thighs, grasping the lust-hardened animal cock and causing Kappy
to half-growl, half-whimper, as she guided the pointed tip to the
now hungrily sucking mouth of her excitedly flushed vagina, and
immediately he humped forward, splitting her teen-aged passage
wider and wider as he ground his long throbbing length deep up
inside her pulsating channel.
Maggie watched in avaricious fascination, gaping sordidly as
the thick scarlet cock slithered forward with a moistly audible
sound until it was sunk up inside the young trembling girl to its
hilt. She grinned in lewd, ecstatic delight, as her Kappy's soft,
sperm-filled balls smacked hard up into the softly curling pubic
hair between the kneeling girl's thighs.
"Oh ...! Oh my God!" Sandy blurted unintelligibly around
Max's throbbing cock in her mouth, her passion glazed eyes wide as
the beast began to fuck into her savagely from behind. "Unghh ...
unghh ... unghhhh!" she grunted in vehement relief, while her
buttocks of their own accord, began to move backwards rhythmically
to meet Kappy's vicious long strokes plunging deep into the rising
heat of her belly.
Max Keele watched through lustful eyes as Sandy's soft, red
mouth clasped greedily around his heavily growing cock fucking
upward into her face. The thin, tensile rim of her lips clung to
it avidly, pink inner-flesh extracting each time he pulled out.
He grinned lecherously as he fucked her mouth and watched her
desire-contorted face suck and lick his hardened cock while his
wife's young German shepherd. Kappy, skewered savagely into her
teen-age cunt from behind. She'd taken both hands to cup and
squeeze his semen bloated balls and he could see his thick, white
secretions dribbling from the corners of her mouth in tiny,
obscene rivulets, a masochistic little sparkle beginning to gleam
in her befogged eyes.
Fuck, it was time to bring his Maggie into the fray now!
He'd made her wait long enough. "C-Come on, Baby," he motioned to
the raven-haired beauty who was gaping at their shared rapture
cravingly. "Let's get that sweet cunt down here where I can taste
it!"
She did and eagerly, straddling his receptive face until her
flushed and pink, open pussy was directly above his mouth. He
clutched at the full rounded moons of her buttocks, drawing her
moist, hair-lined vaginal slit down to him and thrusting his hot
tongue deep up into her clasping cunt, feeling the velvety, warm
flesh open and close in a lewd sucking movement of its own as she
groaned out her passion into the heated room surrounding them.
In less than a minute, Maggie had cum twice and was moving
toward her third orgasmic release from the magnificent licking
tongue of her husband. God, she'd been made to wait too long and
now she had no control whatever ... but it had been worth it! Yes
... yes ... yessss! Ooooohhh ... this was it! She couldn't stand
anymore ... and she was ... was cuummmiiinnggg again ...!
Sandy was lost in the heat of her own ungovernable passion
... entirely unaware that Mrs. Keele had briefly straddled her
husband's face, and just as unaware when the statuesque woman
crawled off him and collapsed beside them ... lost to every sense
of her surroundings, conscious only of the increased vigor in the
splendid animal thrusts pounding from behind up into the deepest
parts of her wide stretched young cunt, and the naked loins of the
man crushing up tighter and tighter against her cock-impaled face.
She could feel the penis that was stiffly poling into her mouth
begin tensing in forceful jerking movements and the presence of a
hand behind her head gripping hard. His hairy pelvis closed in on
her until she felt certain he was trying to drive his cock down
her throat to meet the German shepherd's fucking far up into her
belly, and that exaggerated thought alone drove her on wildly!
God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth ... to swallow his
cum and feel it dribble down her throat ... then she sensed it
swelling convulsively and sucked with renewed madness. Then it
burst!
She heard him curse crudely, while his cock gushed forth
thick, hot jets of the white, pungent liquid far back into her
throat, her pale young cheeks ballooning and contracting as she
swallowed desperately in tiny hungry gulps, fastening her lips
tightly around the jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest
drop of the precious male fluid. Still, she felt the thin
rivulets oozing from the corners of her mouth while the big man
seemed to go limp beneath her, his shrinking cock slithering
lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth ...
Both Maggie and the spent Director of Correction gaped in
lecherous fascination, reading the wanton expression on the young
girl's face when she raised it from his loins, thin, sticky
strings of his sperm stretching from her tender lips to his now
flaccid cock. Abruptly, they saw her mouth gasp open in a choking
wail as she began to toss her head from side to side frantically,
her auburn shoulder-length hair flailing and whipping about her
face. She was in the beginning paroxysm of orgasm, both realized,
gaping in lewd captivation at the wildly insane screwing of her
soft, white buttocks back against the desperately humping dog like
a rutting young bitch in heat.
Kappy panted heavily and his tongue hung loosely from his
mouth as he fucked into the beautiful waving ass from behind,
saliva dripping from it onto the coated film of sweat covering the
hollow of her smooth, white waist. Again, she wailed like a dying
banshee, ramming backward onto the animal-cock deliriously, just
as he jerked forward and his lengthy, lust-thickened cock began
the obvious spitting of its animal sperm with hard, bullet-like
spurts deep into her hungrily milking young cunt.
Simultaneously, Sandy's rounded quivering buttocks started
hollowing and tensing uncontrollably, indicating to the wide-eyed
watching couple the climactic upheaval within her youthful heaving
belly, and a thick, white combination of human-animal cum seeped
from the blood flushed lips of her throbbing pussy that was
squeezing and milking ravenously at the still hotly fucking dog-
cock. Thin, lewd trickles of the hot viscid fluid ran in obscene
little streams down the straining white columns of her soft inner-
thighs. Her entire backside glistened nakedly in the light,
displaying sweat and sperm soaked pubic-hair and open pink vaginal
flesh as she pitched forward onto her face exhausted, the deflated
penis of the great dog slipping wetly from her ravaged passage ...
and then he stepped over her prostrate nakedness to stand nobly
above her ... as if in earned conquest of her battered young body
...
Chapter 3
There was something about Mrs. Keele deciding to use Ken as a
chauffeur that hadn't set at all well with Jean Wilson, but there
was little she or her young husband could do about it, she
realized. Mr. Keele had brought the uniform down to the kitchen
while Jean was preparing the beautiful Superintendent's breakfast,
ordering Ken, who sat at the table having his coffee, to get into
it, that his wife intended to use him in that, as well as other
capacities.
It was the way he had said it, in an almost lewd tone of
voice, that had upset Jean, but she hadn't let on to Ken who was
angry enough in his own right at what he insisted was the
"undressing" way the Director of Correction had looked at her. Of
course, she had noticed and felt the big man's flinty eyes raking
over her, but for some reason the act hadn't bothered her too
much. Most girls were used to the lecherous glances of older men,
passing them off as harmless gestures of wishful thinking;
besides, Max Keele had a position to maintain and she doubted that
he was about to gamble with that but his severely striking wife,
she was another story!
All the same, Jean knew there was nothing she could do about
it and decided to keep her uneasy feelings to herself, secretly
watching out the window to see her husband drive off in one of the
limousines with Mrs. Keele and her dog, Kappy, sitting regally in
the back seat.
A morbid feeling of aloneness crept over her at that moment
and she turned from the window with tiny tears puddling into her
wide green eyes. Lord, it seemed that all she'd done the past two
days was cloud up and cry, but she just couldn't seem to help
herself; it was all so miserably unfair. If they'd actually
committed some criminal offense ...!
Perhaps if she went to Chief Lannigan and pleaded with him
... made him realize that they knew nothing about the marijuana
Nick had on him ...? The robust police official had seemed so
kind and understanding, actually such a jovial man ... and she'd
been certain he intended to let them go before Mr. Keele
arrived... Then, what had happened and why? Could it be that
this was the way the Keeles acquired free domestic help to serve
them and maintain this elaborate home? But that was ridiculous
with all the girls they had in the Detension Home not five hundred
yards away ...
Oh, it was all too confusing ... too terribly, terribly
confusing, and her head was beginning to pound in frustration.
She had to get a hold of herself and gear her mind to the grim
idea that three months more of the same lay before them. Perhaps
this was already going to be the test of their love and marriage
... their frowned upon marriage that her parents had forbidden and
she had willfully ignored. There was no turning back ... no Daddy
to call upon for help this time ... only the handsome-homely boy
whom she loved so much ... and together they would work it out!
Yes! They would; she felt confident of it, but she must do her
part too ... and at the moment, her end was the cleaning and
straightening up of the house according to the list of printed
instructions Mrs. Keele had given her.
Jean found a Kleenex in her tiny uniform apron pocket and
used it, then raised her firm little chin courageously in
determination. She would think no more of the gloomy or upsetting
aspects of their situation ... but only of the brighter side, such
as the fact that at least she was with her lover-husband, and that
they could be alone together at night to make beautiful love ...
and perhaps that very night to come it would happen ... that
moment of splendor she had almost reached not so many hours before
...!
* * *
Max Keele was more than pleased with his new secretary, Carol
Heath, not only in her capable efficiency, but the twenty-two-
year-old strawberry blonde possessed a face and body worthy of
constant admiration, her shapely, miniskirts] thighs and calves
doing much to brighten up his ancient somber office. Her husband,
Jack, had been a needed addition to his staff, also, but not
exactly for the same reasons. He'd needed another competent
parole officer and the twenty-six-year-old man, like his luscious
wife, had come to him with impressive credentials from their last
positions in the state capital.
Of course, it was going to take a little feeling out before
he made any suggestive passes at the luscious doll, Max thought,
sitting behind his huge desk in the executive swivel chair and
watching her through his opened doorway as she typed with
skillful, rapid fingers. But for some reason that he hadn't
totally fathomed yet, he'd formed the opinion that she was not
only a delectable, curvaceous doll with breathtaking, bountiful
tits, but that she was ambitious for both herself and her husband
to get ahead, and would be willing to pay the going price to
achieve those ends.
Characteristically, Max's lecherous grin crept over his big
handsome face. He was thinking that he already knew the price, in
fact, had discussed it and her good-looking husband that very
morning in bed with Maggie, immediately piquing his enchantress
wife's prurient interest. He chuckled to himself as he thought of
that and how Maggie intended to drop by the office that morning to
have a look-see. Actually, he'd been holding the Heath's back,
both until he was more certain of his convictions, and until
they'd had their fill of the tender morsels decorating their
servants' quarters.
Christ, that little blonde Wilson bitch was an enticing
creature, too, with a young face and body that could set him off
just thinking about her. Memory flashes of the way she had
wantonly fucked her stupid husband the night before in an effort
to cum had flickered through his mind all morning, keeping his
heavy cock in a constant state of semi-hardness that watching
Carol Heath only added to. But he wasn't quite sure of the Heath
broad as yet, and she would keep nicely while he scored with the
Wilson doll, which he would be doing right at that moment if it
weren't for the Parole Board meeting he was scheduled for shortly.
Anyway, he liked to let his anticipation build ... his lust
for a particular cunt ferment until it was gnawing at his groin,
and Maggie was the same. They seemed to get almost as much out of
the building conquest as they did the trigging seduction or rape
itself. Damn, Maggie was his counterpart all right, a beautiful
and sexually enchanting woman ... but ruthlessly ambitious, too,
which was why he put her in her place every so often, such as the
night before with that teenaged little fireball.
Christ, she'd been something else again ... the way she'd
sucked his cock! He'd really intended to fuck her, but once she'd
clamped that soft, sweet mouth on the end of his prick he'd known
that was it all the way. And then, her wildness in accepting
Kappy's raging animal-cock ...
His intercom buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. "Yes?" he
said, writhing in his chair to fit his hardened shaft of flesh
into a more comfortable position.
"Judge McGraw is on the line, Mr. Keele ... line one," Carol
Heath informed in her throaty voice.
"All right, I'll take it," he said, watching her through the
opened doorway as he spoke. "Hello, Judge. How are you?"
"A ... A little strung out at the moment, Max ... Can you
help me?" the thin, aged voice half-whispered.
"Sure, of course, Judge. Be right over. You at the office?"
"Y-Yes. You ... you won't be long, Max ...?"
"Only a minute," the Director of Correction answered with a
knowing grin. The poor old bastard, he thought, twenty years on
the stuff ...
"Oh ... before I forget it, the meeting of the Spaxtons ...?"
the wheezy voice questioned.
"Tomorrow night, Frank ... in my rumpus room as always, oh?"
"Sure ... I just wanted to be right on the day, you know, my
calendar is so filled ..."
I understand, Judge," Max replied, grinning to himself. The
poor bastard was so burnt out on "H" that he hardly knew his own
name, but he was still an essential fixture in his own
organization and probably the easiest one he had to manipulate.
Besides, the poor old has-been liked to eat pussy, and the younger
the better ...
"You'll be right over, then?"
"Right away, Frank ... just hold tight ..."
* * *
Carol Heath watched her ruggedly handsome boss leave the
office, in fact, couldn't deny the little sensation of excitement
that had rippled through her when he'd chucked her beneath the
chin. God, he was an overwhelming man ... but that wasn't quite
the thing to tell her husband, Jack, she thought with a smile as
she rolled new paper into her typewriter.
There was something devastating, over powering about him that
left her a little bit weak ... yes, maybe even desirous, and she
couldn't help but wonder if he was all he appeared male-wise to
be. God, Jack would throttle her if he ever even imagined what
she was thinking, she realized, racing her hands over the keys of
the electric machine ... but then, Jack didn't ... would never
know, would he.
She forced her brain to concentrate on the issues at hand.
There were forms she had to have ready for his afternoon meeting.
Yet the word, Spaxtons re-echoed in her mind. She had been
purposely slow on returning her phone to the cradle and heard the
Judge's words. This was the organization, the powerful circle
that made the difference in one's standing locally ... with Max
Keele! Neither she nor Jack were oblivious to its existence, nor
the ultimate ends that could be gained by being a member, even
knowing, or having heard rumors, of its sexual costs. The fact
was that they had left the capital for no other reason but to gain
entrance into the underground social club ... where lawyers became
judges overnight, and men were chosen as gubernatorial nominees
... and women-girls pleased sensually, members only to be
fulfilled wholly, regardless of their weird male or feminine
quirks ...!
Chapter 4
Maggie ran her hand over Kappy's sleek coat as she quietly
watched Ken Wilson drive her toward her husband's office. She
decided that she liked the way his long, chestnut hair hung down
over the jacket collar of the uniform she insisted he wear. He
was a handsome-homely boy, intriguing in the expression of his
discerning eyes and wide, honest mouth. She knew that she was
going to possess him one way or another, but in her mind she hoped
it was going to be her own, the ageless way ...
Ken sat confidently manipulating the controls of the
luxurious vehicle, the anger he had felt when he left Jean quite
diminished, his faith in their future warmly inspired by the
morning sun and the fact of the limousine he drove, the latter
warranting a multitude of eager eyes that somehow made him feel
important.
"Park, Darling," his mistress ordered and he did, standing
nearby the auto until she returned a few minutes later.
"Where to, Mrs. Keele?" he asked in his very best modulated
voice.
"The Home, Darling. We have things to do there, too," she
answered warmly, the tone of her voice setting tingles along his
spine.
"Yes ma'm," he managed, forcing himself to ignore the
seductiveness in her words, concentrating on the streets ahead of
him ... and then he was there, parked in her private slot out of
view of the main house, and she said:
"I'd like for you to come up with me, Wilson. I have things
for you to do for me."
"Yes ma'm," he replied awkwardly. "Yes ma'm ..."
He followed obediently behind her through the bleak, gray
corridors of the institution, aware of glancing young female
inmates' eyes, as well as matrons', appraising him. They entered
an elevator that took them to the fourth and top floor; it was
then that Ken learned the lift was the only means to the
superintendent's office and suite, a luxurious series of rooms
that had undoubtedly been designed as living quarters for the
Home's top official. An ugly-faced, middle-aged woman in a
matron's uniform sat behind a desk in the outer office and greeted
the beautiful superintendent with a homely smile.
"Good morning, Mrs. Keele."
"Seybor," the other responded briskly. "I won't want to be
disturbed for the next couple of hours ... I have some personal
matters to attend to."
"Yes, ma'm."
"Kappy, you stay out here with Seybor," Maggie ordered the
great dog and immediately he lay down beside the desk. "Come
along, Wilson."
Ken heard the thick, heavy door lock behind him as he closed
it, noting that there was no knob, only a security key-mechanism
from which Mrs. Keele had taken the key, placing it in her purse.
"Well," she sighed, turning to him with a smile. "Home at
last." She glanced around the plush living room with seeming
content as she spoke. "I always feel so at ease here, Wilson ...
absolute privacy, security ... what better working conditions
could a girl ask for? Do you like it?"
"I-It's very nice, Mrs. Keele," Ken replied, surprised at her
sudden altering of character, the crispy formalness she had borne
all morning falling away like a discarded mantle; yet, not quite
certain whether he approved of the unexpected change or not.
"So, make yourself comfortable while I slip into something
loose and silky, Dear," she invited, still smiling as she moved
gracefully away from him toward an open doorway he surmised to be
a bedroom. "I always work better when I'm comfortable, don't you?
Take off your jacket and make us a couple of drinks while I
change. The bar's right there to your left, and I'll have Scotch
and water."
Ken could only stare after her in growing astonishment. Dear
...! Dear ...? Drinks ...? Something loose and silky?" ...?
Work better ...? What the hell was going on here, anyway? What
kind of work did she have in mind for Christ's sake ...?
Maggie smiled to herself once inside the sensually appointed
bedroom that she had redecorated in the wake of her predecessor
with ample frills and strategically placed wall mirrors. In one
of the latter and out of the corner of her eye, she could see him
through the open doorway, still standing as she'd left him, an
expression of obvious awe on his ruggedly handsome face. God, but
he resembled her Daddy so much it was almost frightening ... as
well as damned exciting.
"Lots of ice, Darling!" she called out to him without looking
directly at his reflection in the mirror, while she wriggled out
of her dress and half-slip, knowing that he was gaping at her as
she carried on in her black bikini panties and wispy bra ...
shocked, no doubt, but certainly stimulated too by her unexpected
actions ... unless he was a hell of a lot less man than she'd
watched on their TV the night before.
Along with these thoughts, other, more intricate and
ambitious ones, fleeted through her mind enjoiningly. He could be
the one ... the necessary male assistant she needed to pull off
her coup when the time came ... though he was young and
inexperienced, where Jack Heath, whom she had met not an hour
before in Max's office, had the suave maturity, plus the educated
mind the maneuvers were going to require ... but as handsome and
desirable as the young Mr. Heath was, he didn't resemble her
Daddy, and the young darling in the next room mixing their drinks,
did! Oh well, plenty of time for major decisions. First came the
preliminaries, and they were just about to begin ...
Ken stood behind the small bar, making their drinks and
compulsively glancing through her open doorway, aware suddenly
that her enticing near-naked reflection in the bedroom mirror was
visible from damned close to every corner of the living room. In
fact, if one sat on the davenport across from the bar he would
have only to stare at the mirror on the wall beside him and enjoy
the same view!
On second thought, he added a bit more Scotch to his own
drink. If he ever needed the bracing effect of liquor, it was at
that crazy moment! What the hell was she trying to pull, anyway
...?
"There! Now, I feel more like myself," Maggie said, floating
into the room with statuesque elegance and wearing a peach-
colored, diaphanous, floor-length negligee that did absolutely
nothing to hide the visibly delightful contours of her ivory-
skinned body, the black wispy panties and bra adding a provocative
note of sensual mystery to the apparition. "Drinks ready, Ken
dear?"
He swallowed tightly, watching her glide to the davenport and
fold down into one corner of it, her small feet drawn up beneath
her. N-Now it was Ken dear! Goddamn! He had to put this
beautiful siren straight, before things went any further ... and
there was no longer any doubt in his mind what she had clicking in
that brain of hers ... only this time she'd picked the wrong guy!
He wasn't only a married man, but he loved his young wife Jeannie
...!
"Well, Darling ...?" she prodded, ever smiling beautifully.
"That is an odd look you're suddenly wearing. Do I shock you ...
or just stimulate you ...?"
Ken felt his face flushing, aware suddenly that his cock was
half-hard inside his pants, adding to his reasons for standing
there behind the bar and hiding it. He held both glasses in his
hands, but simply stood there staring at her, trying to think of
what to say that could possibly end this incredible situation.
Her little laugh surprised him ... frightened him, too, as he
watched her move up off the davenport toward him, calmly taking
the drinks from his hands, setting them on the bar, and drawing
him around from behind it. She eased close to him then, her whole
ravishing length of hot female body pressing tightly and hotly to
him, her erect, pointed breasts flattening against his lower chest
as her arms snaked around his neck and pelvis ground snugly into
his.
Startled, Ken could neither breathe nor speak.
Automatically, his hands closed on the velvety soft, jellied flesh
at the small of her back, feeling the muscles ripple lightly
beneath as a little tremor passed over her and her warm, moist
lips planted themselves openly upon his own.
Eventually, she said: "How does that strike you for a
beginning?"
Ken raised his head, half-sighing, half-gasping in confusion,
but still holding her. "I-I ... damn, Mrs. Keele ... I-I don't
know what you're trying to do ... but-but you've got the wrong guy
...!" he stammered awkwardly, feeling his hardening cock stirring
responsively to the barely perceptive undulating motion of her
pelvis and full, rounded thighs.
She tittered lightly, then kissed him on the nose before
backing out of his arms. "Really, Ken dear, I wasn't of the
opinion that you have much of a bargaining point in the matter,"
she said with cold matter-of-factness, picking up her drink and
walking toward the davenport once more while he gaped after her,
his flustered brain rapidly becoming intoxicated on the lithe
suppleness of her sensuous body, enhanced by her aristocratic walk
in the inch or so of sandaled heels. He could feel his cock
straining into a state of unwanted, embarrassing rigidity, and
when she looked back over her shoulder he saw that her dark,
glittering eyes locked on it in amused delight. "Problems,
darling?" she taunted.
Ken sensed his face flushing again. He cleared his throat
and tried: "Look, Mrs. Keele ... let's get some things straight
..."
"Call me Maggie, please dear, when we're alone like this,"
she said, tilting her beautiful head cutely as she folded down
onto the davenport once more, "and bring your drink here with me.
Then, we'll clear up everything, oh?"
He did, sampling the potent measure he'd poured himself
before dropping into a chair across and away from her, his brain
racing chaotically. "M-Mrs. Keele ..." he started.
"Maggie," she corrected.
"All right, then Maggie ... you know I'm married ... and I
love my wife!" he managed, sounding very much to himself like a
pleading child.
"That's noble of you, Ken darling," she replied sweetly.
"Though I believe that's the expected thing ... to love one's
chosen mate, isn't it?"
"C-Christ almighty!" Ken blurted uncontrollably. "I-I just
don't get it, Mrs. ... Maggie ..."
"Then I'll make it quite simple for you, Darling," she said
in that same cold matter-of-fact tone of before. "You appeal to
me ... I want you ... and I'll have you."
Goddamn! She didn't pull any punches, he reasoned stupidly.
"And if I don't cooperate...?"
She broke into a slow smile. "But you will, Darling," she
informed, watching him with level eyes as she raised her glass to
her lips. Then: "You've already told me that you love your sweet
little wife ... and I'm sure you're constantly thinking of her
welfare ... aren't you, Lover?"
She couldn't have made it more plain had she spelled it out
for him, Ken realized, his guts knotting hollowly at her veiled,
if obvious, threat. It was all crazy ... and the absolute insane
part was that she was anything but hard to take! Christ, she was
breathtaking ... and here she was trying to coerce him into ...
into fucking her! What the hell else?
"I do shock you, don't I, Darling," she said rather than
asked. "And you're wondering about my husband, too ... but don't.
We have a rare understanding that permits these little affairs ...
though I don't like having to force you this way; but sometimes a
woman ... a sensuous woman like myself, does have to resort to
desperate measures to get what, or whom she wants."
She arose spontaneously and came over to melt down onto his
lap, her arm slipping around his neck, her thigh and hip
pressuring down meaningfully onto his still half-erect cock. "So,
let's resign ourselves to the circumstances, shall we, Lover? Who
knows, they might even turn out to be to your advantage."
Ken could hardly do much else, he thought wildly, the way she
was intentionally squirming down onto his hardening penis, the
weight and pressure of her softly rounded curves inescapably
increasing his excitement at an alarming rate! Unwittingly, he
had set his drink on the table beside him and suddenly realized
that his hand had moved inside her nylon gown at the waist to
caress the smooth, satin-like skin, and was slowly stroking upward
over her trembling nakedness toward her breasts.
"Hmmmmm," she cooed responsively to his touch. "Ooohhh ...
God, that's better, Lover," she hissed, straightening up and
reaching behind her to unhook her bra through the flimsy material
of the negligee, then sensuously slipping both garments off before
laying warmly back against him. "There ... that's even more comfy
..."
"Goddamn!" Ken gasped as the large, full mounds of creamy
flesh burst into view, their ripe ruby nipples pointing upward at
him and swelling into palpitating hardness before his eyes. Oh,
Christ, what the hell was he doing? My God, Jean ... his
wonderful wife Jeannie ... but to think of her while lying here
with a naked woman beside him seemed almost sacrilegious ...!
He forced her out of his mind and clutched one breast
excitedly in his hand, the feel of its soft, warm resilience
causing his cock to jerk uncontrollably as she writhed erotically
against it, and there went his last token of resistance. Whatever
the hell was to come, let it! He had to fuck this wildly sensuous
woman! With his other hand, he drew her head down to him and
glued his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue between her smooth,
moist lips beyond the barrier of her white, even teeth and into
the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
She accepted it with a caress from her own, a hot and liquid
caress; then she began to nibble and suck erotically! He felt her
lush body quivering to his kneading and massaging of her breast
and she whimpered, forcing her tiny tongue into his mouth as she
pressed the fleshily trembling mound against his manipulating
hand. Abruptly, she was on her feet and pulling him up.
"Bring your drink!" she ordered hissingly. "I want you to do
it to me now ... right now!"
Ken's brain reeled as she led him half-stumbling toward the
bedroom, her firm full breasts dancing and swaying with the
effort. Then, without further preliminaries, the older woman let
free of his hand to roll her tiny nylon panties down off her
smoothly rounded hips to the floor, pouncing onto the oval bed and
rolling onto her back in a lewd spread-eagle position to smile
wantonly and teasingly up at him.
"Now!" she exclaimed. "Undress for me, you daddy-like
darling! I want to watch you!"
Ken could still hardly believe what was taking place. It had
all happened too fast and compellingly for him to comprehend,
though in the maze of lust-building excitement he'd satisfied
himself that somehow he was protecting his darling, Jean ... and
that whatever this severely beautiful woman forced him to do he
would do it for his delectable wife.
Hungrily, he drank in her naked curves, unaware of her one
hand raising to the secreted button behind the headboard that set
the intricate video tape into motion; he was too busy watching her
salacious writhing movements that were sending ripples of hot
desire charging through him ... obscene actions as she lay
stretched out in anticipation before him. He'd already discovered
the breathtaking firmness of her high-set, jutting breasts and now
he was staring at the provocative arch of her ivory-pure hips that
led downward to long, fully rounded, tapering thighs. Between
them, spread invitingly, he could see clearly through the raven-
black pubic curls covering her loins ... see the delicate pink
lips of her vaginal slit, her excitement obvious in the first tiny
drops of dewy moisture glistening there!
"Damn ...! he gasped. "You're a beautiful woman!" He still
held his drink and was staring down at her, and after he spoke,
saw the effect of his words as she made a little mewling sound,
her hips undulating as if of their own volition, her sparkling
dark eyes seeming to glaze slightly.
"Now!" she choked. "Please hurry, Daddy ... I need you!" she
insisted.
Ken began pulling at his clothing as she watched, refusing to
let his young wife re-enter his mind, removing everything, even
his shoes and socks, before dropping his shorts that were trying
desperately to contain the now rock-hardened bulge of his cock.
He saw her raise up on elbow, her eyes fixed upon his loins when
he made the unveiling.
"Oh, God!" she gasped breathlessly at the hardened rigidity
of it standing out from his lean, hairy groin. She stared at the
throbbing, blood-inflated head, her tiny pink tongue tracing her
arched lip-line passionately. "God! It's more beautiful in
reality!" she gasped, confusing him entirely. "Oh Daddy, bring it
here to me," she whimpered, moving to the edge of the bed to meet
it as he approached and stood naked before and above her.
A compulsory spasm of delightful tremors coursed over and
through him as she gently let his cock rest in the palm of her
hand, slowly encircling her fingers around its thickness and
sliding the heavy outer skin to and from her, her other hand
moving between his thighs to encompass his balls tenderly, then
... then ... he saw her tiny wet tongue dart out to lick at the
tiny split of its glans and catch the few drops of secretion that
had seeped out in his mounting desire. He groaned at the
unexpected hot contact of her tongue with the sensitive head of
his cock, then groaned again as she drew it gently toward her,
opening her lipstick-rimmed lips and sucking it slowly but
continuously into the hot, moist shelter of her mouth, her tongue
instigating a slow, smooth, swirling motion as she kept drawing it
in ... in ... in ... until he gaped in disbelief as almost all of
the entire thick shaft of cock-flesh disappeared between her
sucking lips into her mouth and throat! Finally, she withdrew her
head in a slow and delicious drawing sequence, then, rolled back
onto the bed, her arms and luscious legs open to him.
"Oh, God, Daddy ... Lover ... I want you to fuck me to death
with that young handsome cock!" she breathed up at him.
"Shit!" Ken blurted, all else unimportant measured against
this fantastic moment, the lewd word, "fuck," tumbling beautifully
from her luscious lips exciting him further. He climbed onto the
bed eagerly; half on top of her, his hand smoothing salaciously
over her enticing flesh from her hips to her breasts, kneading,
cupping, massaging, his mouth finding her hungrily, his tongue
exploring the still poignant taste of his own cock there, and
adding to his mounting passion.
"You're going to be my baby," she whispered, "I just know it!
Would you like that, Ken, lover? To be somebody of importance ...
maybe even the governor someday?"
Ken heard her words and accepted them lightly. "Right now,
all I want is you," he hissed down at her, smoothing his hand over
the warm, soft skin of her flattened belly, and below to the silky
hair-covered mound that swelled into the sensitive, flushed and
fleshy lips of her cunt. He traced his finger along the pink,
hair-lined slit between her firmly rounded thighs to the soft warm
crevice of her buttocks, and she gasped upward into his face
continuously from the sensations it obviously set off inside her,
her hot breath like some rare perfume that he couldn't get enough
of.
He ground his hard, ever-growing cock against her naked hip
while he caressed and taunted the moist secret parts of her
voluptuously curved body, even as his brain whirled with the
incredibleness of the act. Lying there beside her, making love to
her in the most lascivious manner, he couldn't help but wonder
what Max Keele would really say should he walk through that door!
Yet, at the moment, he didn't give much of a damn. He had to fuck
her ... the beautiful, enchanting creature ... and she'd actually
sucked his cock! Good Christ! He'd heard plenty about these
husband-wife understandings, the swap-arounds; who hadn't these
days? But he'd always have his doubts about such an arrangement
working out... Her baby, she'd said ... be somebody of importance
... maybe even the governor someday! What the hell kind of line
was that? ... but she hadn't had to say it ...!
Oooohhhh! She had his cock in her hand, and now her mouth
was clinging to his, sucking and nibbling at his tongue as she
tried to maneuver him between her opened thighs, wanting his cock
inside her warm, moist cunt ...!
He responded, rolling over and cradling himself between her
legs, forcing his hands beneath her shoulders and running them
down the soft curves of her back and hips, the idea suddenly
striking him that she must be at least twice his age, but damn,
he'd never know it to look at her, or feel the firmness of her
luscious body. Anyway, that thought only seemed to add to his
lust as he traced the raised ridges of her spine and felt the
licentious undulation of her soft flesh against his own in a lust-
provoking rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly under
the ivory-white skin, indicating a hidden strength in her lithe
body. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against
the outside of his hips and he couldn't help but wonder how they
would grip about him once he'd sunk his now throbbing cock deep
inside her hot, white belly ...
"Oh, God, you're as wonderful as I knew you would be ... the
perfect replica of him," she whispered, biting at his lips and
grinding the little bowl of her belly up against him. Ken tried
to grasp the meaning of her words, but gave that up when her hands
sought his lean, taut buttocks, her nails raking him lightly
there, finally moving upward the length of his back in a like
pattern. "You're going to be all mine from this moment on, Daddy
boy! It's important that you understand that!" she hissed into
his ear passionately. "Do you ...?"
Ken hesitated; it was all so wildly crazy ... but he didn't
want to do anything that might anger, or turn her off... Christ,
he had to have her now! "I understand that I'm going to fuck you
and fuck you until you forget where you are ... or who you are!"
he rasped down at her.
"Ooohhhh ... oh, God, yes, Daddy ... yes!" she moaned. "Do
it ... do it! Fuck me until I'm crazy! Sink that beautiful cock
of yours up into my cunt until I go out of my mind, Lover! Do
that to me and I'll love you forever ...!"
He forced his hands further down beneath her, cupping the
fullness of her smooth, white buttocks in their palms and drawing
her moist loins up tighter against his. He wedged his cock into
the partially opened split of her cunt, moving it back and forth,
up and down until it was well insinuated within the damp pink slit
separating her softly hair-lined vaginal lips, and began a
pressurizing, upward fucking motion, sensing the velvety, raw
flesh growing more wet with every passing second. Her smoothly
rounded buttocks began an urgent rotation, grinding her
impassioned genitals against his loins, while the bulbous head of
his cock gently massaged the erect bud of her clitoris, and she
gasped through her teeth at him.
"I ... I can't stand it any longer, Baby! I-I've got to have
it fucking up inside me! Now ... fuck me now, Daddy! Hurry ...!"
Her legs scissored out wide on either side of his body, their
strong calves situating themselves against the backs of his thighs
as she tried to force him tighter into her.
He kissed her hungrily and lowered his hand, guiding his
aching cock downward between her hot, moist cunt lips. She
trembled all over and whimpered out as her pelvis lurched upward
at him, the damply open mouth of her cunt desperately seeking the
blood-filled, lust-inflamed head of his shaft of hardened young
flesh.
Ken grunted in his own salacious passion, feeling the soft,
silken hairs of her cunt grazing his cock from her sensuous
movements, and he knew that trying to hold back was useless for
him any longer. He sucked in his breath and thrust his hips
forward, feeling the lubricious, nibbling mouth of her vaginal
passage accepting him, immediately absorbing his prick in the hot,
moist channel right up into her belly with a wet little sucking
sound, her vaginal muscles setting to work around the hard, fleshy
length of his wildly throbbing cock.
Oh, Christ, he thought! He'd never had anything like this!
Her cunt sheath was milking his cock like a warm, butter-filled
hand!
"Oooohhhh ... aaahhhh ..." she moaned and crooned as he felt
her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep beyond the
secret crevices of her womb. She began to groan and murmur
incoherently while he started to fuck viciously into her, gritting
his teeth in his own driving lust. Her body followed his pace,
lurching in wild, abandoned jerks beneath him.
"Ooohhhh, God, Daddy ... ooohhhhh ... so good ... so good!
Harder ... fuck it harder, Baby! Yes ... yesss ... like that!"
she gasped as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tightly around his
neck, pulling his lean chest down snug against the soft whiteness
of her breasts.
Ken plunged his long, hardened cock up and up, deeper and
deeper into the warm, moist channel of her cunt, sensing the whole
of her inner belly opening receptively to his furious ravaging.
Her voluptuous body spasmed and twisted, while she moaned
ceaselessly, her face contorted in ecstatic rapture. He watched
her mouth move with spasmodic little tremors as her nostrils
flared in untamed, animalish desire that had seized hold of her
whole being as though it were writhing in the throes of a
convulsion. Her forehead was suddenly coated with a film of
glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her short, raven-
black hair. It was as if nothing could prevent her wild race for
fulfillment now and Ken fucked like an insane man to attain that
goal for both of them.
"Oh ... ooohhhh, God, yesss ...! Do something, Daddy! Shove
your finger in my ass! Hurry, do it, do it!" she ordered
whimperingly as he slid his strong, gaunt hands under the wildly
pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly, raising
them off the bed for greater access to her open and hungrily
clasping loins. Then, he reached further between the hotly
undulating spheres as he continued his jack-hammer fucking into
the liquid depths of her hotly clenched cunt. He stretched the
crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his middle
finger for her anus ... until he found it.
A tiny rivulet of warm moisture had dribbled down the smooth,
widespread cleft from where his throbbing cock was pistoning
sleekly in and out of her. It dampened the tightly puckered hole,
lubricating it sufficiently for his experimental probes, then, he
pushed hard, feeling it give almost reluctantly, until suddenly
the tight elastic sphincter ring opened before his pressure and
his finger popped smoothly inside the warm, rubbery channel and
slid into her to the first knuckle joint. Her body jerked forward
beneath him while she gasped out her pain.
"Ooohhh ... ooohhhh Godddd! It hurt, Daddy baby ...!"
He thrust again, almost to the second joint, and her legs
jerked out erotically, her feet in the air above them, her toes
curling under spasmodically.
"Aaggghhhh! Oh, Lover baby ... yesss ... yeeesssss!" Maggie
groaned, and in spite of the obvious pain, he felt her suddenly
begin screwing her rectum crazily back onto his finger until it
was sunk to the very palm of his hand, and he began to jiggle it
wildly, rotating it around deep inside the fleshy depths of her
velvety rectum.
He ground down into her with all the strength of his hips and
thighs, feeling the hot, raw flesh of her cunt clasping and
unclasping like a saliva-filled mouth around his bursting cock.
He fucked into her from the tips of his toes, ramming the last
fraction of cock to thunder up her passion-dilated hole, raising a
new ecstatic wail from her lips as he maintained the same rhythm
with his pumping finger sunk deep in her back passage. Her
nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, stared glassily
and unseeing up into his face, a feral, unsatiated desire burning
lustfully in them.
"Aaaauuugghhhhh ... Goddd!" she grunted, as he buffeted her
rhythmically undulating loins in perfect cadence of finger and
cock that were dually ravishing her genitals, a masochistic
pleasure filling her from her cunt to the top of her head. Her
arms that had been wrapped tightly around his neck with her long
nails digging frantically into the lean hard flesh of his back,
slithered downward and dug painfully into his taut, thrusting
buttocks as they pounded demonically, driving his beautiful cock
into the seething core of her needing body.
Moist, fleshy smacking noises resounded throughout the room
with every pile-driving lunge he made into her, while his hotly
worming finger skewered into her tight clasping anus with
unceasing fury. Her skin was greasy with the sweat from the
wanton gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed
uncontrollably on the coverlet beneath her. Her mouth had fallen
slack in blissful salacity; she had become something almost
inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart
and jerking her knees back to her shoulders, egging him on.
"Ooohhh ... ooohhhh ... deeper, Baby! Harder! Fuck me
harder ... harder, Daddy!" she commanded, her climax obviously
nearing, while Ken breathed a silent prayer of gratitude.
He was damned near destroyed, he realized, pulling his finger
from her rectum with a damp, hissing sound; then she swung her
strong, smooth thighs upward and wound them possessively around
his back, waving her ass wantonly from side to side and spiraling
her clasping cunt up and down insanely on his plunging and hotly
expanding cock.
"Oh ... ooohhhh, Daddy baby ... yessss ... I'm cumming!
Cuumiiinnnggggg ...!" she suddenly cried out with a gasp of
intense passion, locking her ankles in a deathlike grip high up
behind his laboring back. At the same time, her arms tightly
engulfed his neck, her open mouth smashing against his own, her
body arching as she held to him, not moving, but quivering and
jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic
fluid out around his hard-driving cock and down the widespread
crevice of her buttocks, soaking his balls as they slapped hard
against her tiny puckered anus."
The wildness of her climax triggered his own, and he gripped
the cheeks of her still working buttocks, squeezing with crushing
strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began
choking from his throat.
"Oh ... uunngghhh ... damnnnn!" he blurted, suddenly
increasing the viciousness of his stroke, his pelvis slapping
brutally against the ragged pink flanges of her cunt, his
throbbing cock driving deep into the furthest hidden recesses of
her quivering belly.
He felt himself cumming and threw his hands down behind her
knees, forcing them back higher around her head, grinding as far
into her open and yielding cunt as he could, raising groans of
left-over passion from her lips still locked tightly to his. He
gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the explosion at his
loins, heard her whimpering cry of orgasmic delight once more as
she tightened her arms around his neck, and then with a deep,
soul-shattering groan, he shot into her, squirting his hot, thick
sperm into the warm depths of her delicious, tremoring belly ...!
And then, came the end ... there was no more ... except the
creeping remorse for his fidelity ... and he collapsed, rolling
off of her onto his back with a deep, bitter sigh of exhaustion.
He heard her long breath of release, then felt her move beside him
and realized she was getting off the bed. He looked up at her in
all of her enchanting nakedness, surprised at the austere
expression that had returned to her beautiful face.
"Well? Don't just lie there, Wilson," she snapped. "Get up
... and don't get any stupid ideas just because I chose to use you
as a bed-partner today. You're still on probation you know."
With that, she left him staring open-mouthed after her as she
walked into the bathroom, her firm rounded buttocks quivering
teasingly with every step she took. Then, from the doorway, she
said: "You get dressed and wait in the living room. I have some
other chores I'll want you to look after for me ..."
Chapter 5
Jean Wilson didn't doubt for one moment that her husband
wasn't feeling well that night, especially when he hadn't wanted
to make love to her, though she hardly told him that was what she
was basing her diagnosis on. But except. for those times in the
month when she couldn't, they had not missed one night of love-
making since their wedding, and that was proof enough for her.
In truth, she'd enjoyed the waiting on and looking after him,
though he hadn't eaten any of the supper she'd brought him, and
he'd hardly been willing to talk or even discuss his feelings, so
she had let him fall asleep, and this morning he'd looked and
seemed to feel better, giving her a warm and passionate kiss just
before he left to chauffeur Mrs. Keele.
Now, as she went about her household duties, Jean felt a
little tingle in her belly at the memory of the kiss. She smiled
to herself enroute to the rumpus room on the third floor that Mrs.
Keele had ordered she clean thoroughly for some sort of party the
next night ... smiled as she entertained exciting thoughts of what
their own little bed-party to come at the end of the day promised
... if kisses didn't lie.
Lord ... getting to be just a little bit on the horny side,
wasn't she? Jean reprimanded herself lightly, not at all ashamed
of her desire for her virile young husband. In fact, she was
secretly pleased with the erotic passion he could arouse in her
with a simple kiss, or his gentle hand touching her breast or
thigh, being that her sheltering parents had almost had her
believing that sex was the basest of animal instincts and no
religious girl indulged. God, how wrong they were ...!
She entered the massive playroom with its bar and multitude
of plush furnishings, memories of her loving parents still
lingering in her mind. If only they had understood how much she
and Ken had loved one another, perhaps none of this situation
would ever have come into being. Certainly, it wouldn't have, for
they would've been married in the little church in town and
probably settled down there, with Ken helping Daddy on the farm
... Oh God, there she went again, juggling the "ifs" and heading
right toward a crying spree.
Well, she wouldn't! Not again today. Yesterday had been bad
enough for her, but she'd vowed to see it through and she would.
Besides, there was nothing else for them to do, no one to turn to
for help ... unless Chief Lannigan might listen ... but that was
far-fetched, too, she'd decided. That awful judge had passed down
his decision, and no one was going to bother listening to their
plight ... two nobodies from the Midwest ...
Jean walked to one of the large TVs, turning it on in an
attempt to rid her mind of its plaguing thoughts while she worked,
switching the selector dial rapidly when the screen showed nothing
but what fleetingly resembled plays, or soap-opera type scenes ...
until she came to what looked like a very familiar setting ... a
room with no one in it ... and then, it struck her!
My God! It was their ... Ken's and her room She leaned close
to the screen to examine the furnishings more closely, finally
noting her own cosmetic case setting on the vanity! It was! It
was! But ... but why? She shook her head in confusion, brushing
her long honey-colored hair back over her shoulders. It didn't
make sense ... or did it ...? Quickly, she twisted the selector
again, recognizing the uniforms the girls were wearing ...!
"Fuck her!" came distinctly over the audio system, sending a
shock wave of unfathomable sensations charging through Jean at the
forbidden four-letter word one of the girls had uttered. "I'll
get even with that old cunt one day!"
"Don't let her get to your, Carla," another red-headed young
girl with an attractive face soothed. "She's a bitch all right,
but nothing compared with the she-wolf, herself, or that frigging
dog! Just be thankful you haven't been chosen yet ...!"
"Don't worry, Old Maggie won't take me," the one called Carla
said. "I'm too old at eighteen ... besides I've been a whore ..."
Mesmerized, Jean stared at the screen, listening to their
lewd exchange while they slipped out of their drab uniforms and
stood in bras and panties, obviously in total unawareness that
they could be seen and heard! Her brain whirled with the shocking
unbelievableness of what she was witnessing, while simultaneously
it tried to calculate some sense to it all. With trembling hand,
she again twisted the selector, a picture of a shower-room with a
lone girl completely nude beneath the spray filling the large
screen. Dear God, everything she owned was absolutely on display,
and Jean could hear the hiss of the water, even the sound of the
soap as it squirted out of her hand and struck the cement
flooring!
Jean watched her stoop down unawarely, realizing the erotic
lewdness such a spectacle made and knowing how that girl might
feel if she knew she were being watched. Modestly, she turned the
dial, clicking slowly through its channels to see replicas of the
same, until she came back to her own room and staggered backward
to fall weakly into an overstuffed, luxurious chair, the
undeniable truth of it all dawning on her!
My dear God! It was all suddenly so clear to her! The
Keeles had to be warped people ... and they sat here, perhaps,
even with their friends, playing voyeurs ... watching those poor
locked-up girls in their most intimate moments ... even she,
herself, and Ken in their supposed privacy! My God! Had they
been watching them that first night they made love ...?
Oh God ... somehow, someway, they had to get away from that
terrible place and those wicked people! But ... how? Run away?
No, that would be insane; they'd have every policeman in the
country looking for them! But there must be a way! What the
Keeles were doing was evilly wrong and they should be punished ...
Chief Lannigan! Yes! She would go to him and tell the whole
horrible truth! It might even help them gain a full release ...
get them away from there entirely! After all, he was the law, and
certainly the law didn't permit such obscene goings-on as this!
She would! She would! She'd call a taxi and go straight to Chief
Lannigan's office! After all, she was on probation and had the
right to go outside; it wasn't as if she were a total prisoner ...
With trembling legs, Jean got to her feet and stumbled toward
the door. Oh God, if only Ken were there to help her ... but he
wasn't! This, she had to do on her own, she realized, running
down the stairway.
Oh God ... oh God, please help me, she prayed inwardly as she
picked up the telephone to call a cab ...
* * *
Bige Lannigan was more than a robust man; he was disgustingly
obese according to medical standards, and probably not long for
the world if their calculations were correct. A shock of white,
waving hair covered his ruddy-complexioned head luxuriously, and
his pale blue eyes gave him the appearance, along with his
cherubic, smiling face, of a kind, benign individual. He was of
medium height, wore street clothes instead of a uniform, and
filled his chair in broad corpulence, further suggesting an almost
Santa Claus attitude.
He listened intently to every word the intoxicating little
bitch before him unfolded in her anxiety, struggling to keep his
eyes above the partially exposed, nylon-encased thighs that she
kept crossed beneath her maid's mini-uniform, even above her full
young breasts jutting forward at him provokingly.
"And ... and that's the whole story, Chief Lannigan!" Jean
ended with parched throat. "Certainly, you can and will do
something about it ...?"
"Of course, we can, my dear," he answered her calmly. "And
we will ...!"
Jean breathed a heavy sigh of relief, smiling for the first
time since she'd entered his office. "Oh Lord ... you make me
feel so much better, Chief." She leaned forward then: "Do ... do
you think there's a chance of my husband and I being released ...
I mean, after bringing this to your attention ...?"
Bige smiled at her. Christ, what a delicious fuck she'd
make, he thought licentiously. "There's always a chance for
everything, my dear. Let me set the wheels into operation on what
you've already told me. We have to gather our own proof, you know
... something that will stand up in court... But don't worry,
we'll get right on it. Meanwhile, I suggest you go back to the
Keele residence and act as if nothing has happened ... so they
won't get suspicious; Don't tell your husband, or anyone, that
you've talked to me ... all right?"
Jean swallowed at the dryness in her mouth. She'd hoped for
immediate action to her condemning information ... hoped that her
darling Ken and herself could be out of there that very night, but
she could reluctantly understand the methodical procedure of law.
She forced a little smile as she got to her feet.
"I better get back before they notice that I'm gone," she
said, backing toward the door. "And, ... and I'll depend on you,
Chief Lannigan ..."
"Just play it nice and cool," the huge fat-man said,
lumbering up from his chair. He smiled encouragingly. "We'll get
on it right away, dear. Don't worry about a thing ... unless it's
you and your hubby in bed tonight ... Remember those cameras you
told me about ..."
Jean reached for the doorknob sensing the flush in her cheeks
at his words, but hardly knowing how to counteract them. In fact,
he had an excellent point, didn't he ...?
"Thank you, Chief ... and please hurry! We don't want to
stay a minute longer there than we have to ..."
"I understand, Doll, and don't worry. Just do your thing,"
the corpulent man said, moving to open the door for her. Then:
"I'd have one of the boys drive you home but it might not look
good. Better buy some groceries and take a cab."
"I will ... and thank you, Chief Lannigan," Jean said warmly.
"Oh, you're welcome, honey ... and don't worry about a
thing," he repeated benignly. "You'll be hearing from me shortly
..."
Chapter 6
Jean was openly frightened when she discovered that Max Keele
had arrived home in her absence. He walked into the kitchen as
she entered through the service entrance, a glowering look of
suspicion clouding his big, handsome face. Like a child caught
with her hand in the cookie jar, Jean gaped up at him, suddenly
remembering the bag of groceries in her arms that she had bought,
heeding Chief Lannigan's advice.
"Where've you been?" the Director shot at her, his flinty
eyes gleaming warily.
It was then that she noticed the glass and its contents in
his huge hand. The smell of whiskey came to her. "Groc-Grocery
shopping," she stammered, sensing her knees beginning to jell.
"And who told you to take that upon yourself? "
"W-Why ... no one ... b-but there were things we ... we were
out of M-Mr. Keele," Jean lied, the blood in her veins seeming to
abruptly turn cold. "I-I thought ..."
"Never mind what you thought, girl," he interrupted, his
expression softening somewhat. "You're not to leave this house
without my, or Mrs. Keele's permission ... understand?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
He smiled then, his whole attitude appearing to change as he
stood there. Finally, he said: "Put down the groceries and come
with me, Dear ... I want to show you something."
Though she was still trembling from head to toe, Jean
breathed an inner sigh of relief; he had accepted her lame excuse
and walked to the swinging door leading into the rest of the
house. She realized then that he was standing there waiting for
her, holding the door inward for her to follow. Hesitantly, she
set the bag of groceries on the table and walked past him through
the opening, pausing there for his instructions.
"Upstairs, to the rumpus room," he said evenly. "I want to
show you something. Go ahead."
A further hollowness crept into Jean's belly at the mention
of the third-floor den, but she tried not to let him see it and
obediently ascended the carpeted stairway before him, their trek
carried out in verbal silence while she tried to reason what he
could possibly want to show her up there ...!
Max let his eyes feast lecherously on the shapely, arched
roundness of her young hips and buttocks, the fullness of her
exposed, nylon-covered thighs and luscious calves as she climbed
the stairs in front of him, mentally praising Maggie for her
choice brevity in mini-uniform selection. His enchantress wife
knew well how to keep his libido stimulated ... If only she
weren't so goddamned ambitious for power in her own right, she be
the perfect mate, but sometimes he felt that he hardly dare turn
his back on her... Hell, enough of those thoughts for the
present; there were other more immediate things that required his
attention ...
He grinned lewdly to himself and drained his glass as he
walked along the hallway behind her, following her into the great
room and closing the door behind him ... hearing the lock tumbler
falling securely into place.
Jean, too, heard that decisive clicking sound and a new
tightness constricted her belly. She stopped short in the room,
turning quickly to face him. He smiled. "You were in here
earlier," he said, walking past her toward the bar.
"Y-Yes ... Mrs. Keele ordered me to clean the room," Jean
replied nervously, her wide, green eyes following his broad back
until he was behind the bar and facing her again. He was still
half-grinning as he set about making himself a drink, "S-She said
you were h-holding a party tomorrow night and wanted everything in
proper order ..."
"Did she tell you anything about not tampering with the TVs?"
Max questioned in a soft, meaningful voice.
Once again, Jean sensed the icing of her bloodstream. My
God, she had evidently forgotten to turn off the set ... and he'd
discovered it! Now, he knew that she was aware of the screen's
lurid use! She couldn't speak ... only stood there petrified
gaping at him, while he continued to grin at her.
"Would you like a drink to brace your nerves, Baby?" he
invited calmly, leaning forward on the bar, his glass in his hand.
Numbly, Jean shook her head in the negative, struggling for
the proper words that might help temper her situation. "I-I
didn't mean to pry ... didn't know ..."
"But now you do, don't you, Dear," Max said, suddenly moving
around the bar toward her. "You've learned one of our little
secrets, and are wondering the whys of it ... so, I'll tell you
that, too ..."
Jean felt as if her legs were made of stone, immobile, and
she stood there awe-stricken as his massiveness closed in on her,
his empty hand reaching out to take her small, trembling one
inside it possessively. He went on, his handsome face above her
own, his lewdly suggestive eyes gleaming down at her: "We like the
stimulation of playing voyeurs ... watching the girls In their
lesbian acts ... even watching you and your punk-husband fuck!
Nothing can do more for your sex drive, Baby, than being an
audience to a doll with a luscious body like yours squirming and
writhing on the end of a hard fucking cock, trying to make it and
being left high and dry when he blows his nuts in your hot
screaming little pussy before you can cum ...!"
"Oh! Oh my God ...!" Jean gasped in horror at the shocking
filth spewing from his half-grinning lips, not only his use of the
lewd words, but the shameful, graphic meaning behind them! She
had been right! They'd watched Ken and her making love in the
suppose privacy of their room ... had even noted her unfulfilled
frustration ...! Dear Lord! She had to get out of there ... away
from this terrible man and his evil house ...!
Desperately, she tried to jerk her hand free as tears of
shame and rage streamed down her cheeks, but his huge, powerful
hand was like a vise clutching her own. She struggled with him,
knocking the glass from his hand to shatter on the floor, even
knowing it was useless as she remembered the locked door, but in
her panic she could think of nothing else but being free of his
bestial touch, and abruptly, she sank her sharp teeth into the
hairy flesh of his imprisoning hand.
"You little bitch!" Max roared, jerking his hand away to
brutally grasp her arm, then with the other open one he slapped
her hard, knocking her backward and down onto a davenport. She
started to get up again, but as he raised his hand once more,
decided against it, slumping helplessly and burying her sobbing
face in her hands. "Okay ... that's better, Baby," he said,
breathing heavily as he examined the teeth marks she'd left in his
flesh. He'd caught her just in time, before she could break the
skin with those white little fangs of hers, but still it hurt like
hell. The vicious little cunt! She'd pay for that. "Now, let's
get back to the matter at hand, shall we? We can either be
friends, which'll make it easier on you ... or enemies, and I'll
rape you! It's up to you, Doll. Either way, I'm going to fuck
you shitless right here this very afternoon ...!"
Jean's head swam from the force of his stinging blow, but the
terrifying repugnance his loathsome proposition sent nauseously
sweeping through her was far more staggering than if he had beat
her senseless! She could only gape up at him in sickened panic!
"M-My God ... no ... you wouldn't!" she heard herself groan
feebly. "Please ... oh God ... please let me go ...!"
"Don't be ridiculous, Baby," Max replied with a leer. "It
boils right down to this ... if that punk-husband of yours can
fuck my wife, then I can fuck his ... and that's exactly what I
intend to do ... after you've taken a look at the video tape I'm
going to show you." He walked to the large TV set and began to
manipulate knobs, while she stared at him in further confused
abhorrence at his nightmarish lie, her whirling brain searching
frantically for any avenue of escape ...! "I'm only sorry that
there's no audio portion ... but they say a picture's worth a
thousand words ... well, we'll see ..."
And she did, her wide green eyes locking on the colored
screen in traumatic fascination as Mrs. Keele's totally naked
body, spread open lewdly on a bed, composed the picture, her
salaciously exposed genitals and hips writhing obscenely, as if in
licentious anticipation before the unrecognizable man who back
Jean could only partially see! He held a drink in his hand as he
obviously ogled the beautiful, sensual nakedness before him ...
and then, she saw the raven-haired woman's lips move as her
sparkling dark eyes seemed to glaze, and the man began to pull at
his own clothing ...!
He came fully into the picture at that point, and with mind-
shattering dismay, Jean saw that it actually was her husband, Ken!
"Oh no ... no ... noooooo!" she moaned weakly, watching him
shed every stitch, until at last he stood as naked as the vixen on
the bed, his hardened penis thrusting out from his lean, hairy
loins lustfully, his terrible intentions obvious!
Max Keele watched the teenaged blonde doll he had quietly sat
down beside with sadistic delight. He had already witnessed the
replay once and preferred to focus his attentions on the shocked
reactions of the wronged little wife, his lecherous desire
beginning to rapidly mount as he let his eyes play over the
delightful charms of her youth. Christ, what a ravishing fuck she
was going to be once he stuffed his growing hard cock into that
tight little blonde-haired cunt of hers ...
She groaned out and covered her mouth with her hands
suddenly, causing him to look toward the screen and see Maggie
holding Wilson's cock in her hand, then licking its head before
sucking damned near the full length of it into her educated mouth.
He couldn't help but grin obscenely at both the lewd spectacle on
the screen, and the expression of disbelieving horror on Jean
Wilson's face, the latter sending evil sensations of sadistic lust
charging through his groin ...
A certain numbness of mind and body had crept over Jean,
seeming to render her helpless as she stared in repugnance at the
wicked, heart-breaking performance unfolding before her very eyes.
Dear God, dear God ... how could he do such a thing to her? Her
brain repeated the unanswerable question time and again as she
watched through tear-filled eyes her new husband's illicit
lovemaking to the very wife of the man who sat next to her. She
couldn't believe it when he cradled himself between her thighs and
took his penis in his hand, finally thrusting it deep into the
beautiful older woman's receptively open vagina, the painful, but
stimulating sight instigating tiny erotic sensations in her own
loins, almost as if he were pressing it into her ... where it
belonged ...
"I'll have to admit, the kid does have a sizable cock there,"
Jean heard the big man comment luridly, suddenly aware that his
huge arm was around her shoulders, his hand caressing her upper
arm gently. "Frankly, I hate like hell to throw the book at the
young bastard, but he's got to learn that he can't run around
fucking other men's wives without paying the piper ..."
Jean looked at him pleadingly. "Oh please ... please don't
do anymore to hurt us ...?"
"Hurt you? Christ, Baby, what are you talking about?" he
questioned as if stunned by her remark. "I tried only to help you
both from the beginning ... kept Judge McGraw from sending you up
to cool your heels, and this is the thanks I get ... your husband
fucks my wife and you bite me! Some thanks ..."
Jean shook her head in utter confusion, trying to keep her
eyes from the terrible spectacle taking place on the TV screen,
while her mind worked desperately to function with intelligence.
Somehow, she felt certain that Mrs. Keele had coerced Ken into the
horrible act. How, she had no idea, but he would have an
explanation, and she had to keep faith ... they loved each other
too much! Yet, simultaneously, she reasoned that she must keep
this evil man from taking out his vengeance on her young husband
... keep him pacified until Chief Lannigan could act ... and dear
God, the massive brute had already made it known what he expected!
But no ... no! She could never go through with that! There had
to be another way ...!
"Where do you think you're going?" he questioned, his hand
gripped her upper arm as she started to rise from the couch.
"I-I was going to pick up those pieces of glass on the floor
..."
"Never mind, they'll keep, Baby ...I won't," he said, his
flinty eyes raking over her hungrily. "Now, you sit right here
while I make us both a nice soothing drink, then we'll discuss the
situation sensibly, eh?"
Jean leaned slowly back against the davenport, but rigidly
so, the idea of something to brace her nerves not exactly
repulsive to her.
Max grinned, patted her on the knee and arose, walking to the
TV set. "You seen enough of this affair," he asked back over his
broad shoulder.
"Yes ... God, yes ...!"
He chuckled and turned it off, while a nervous tremor rippled
over Jean's nerve-wracked young body. Dear Lord, what was going
to happen next? She couldn't afford to do anything foolish that
might hurt their chances before Chief Lannigan cleaned up the
whole sordid mess, but neither could she just wantonly give
herself up to his horrible demands ... and then he was coming back
carrying two glasses of a milkish appearing concoction ...
"Absinthe, Jean baby ... great for what ails you," he said,
handing one to her and dropping down beside her once more. "So,
cheers," he said in raised toast.
She nodded, half responding, then lifted the glass to her
lips, tasting carefully and finding its licorice flavor pleasing,
taking a second, deeper draught that immediately began to warm her
stomach. She sensed his big arm moving up behind her on the rim
of the couch once more and twisted on the cushion to face him.
"Y-You won't do anything to Ken ... will you?"
The big, handsome man smiled. "Like I said much earlier.
Doll, that depends on you. I'm a great believer in an eye for an
eye ... and that husband of yours deserves to have both of his
plucked out! But ... if you cooperate, I'll show mercy ..."
"A-And ... and if I don't?" Jean ventured courageously.
"Then ... you both lose all the way around," he replied, his
eyes narrowing lecherously. "I'll fuck the shit out of you anyway
... and Mr. Ken Wilson will go to the galleys! It's your choice,
Baby ... like I also said before."
"Oh ... oh please ... and will you stop using those horrible,
filthy four-letter words!" she whimpered, trembling once more.
Dear God, she just couldn't ... couldn't submit her body to him
...! Suddenly, she tilted the glass to her lips and drained it,
holding to the back of the sofa, then abruptly tried to gain her
feet once more. His arm went over her, not touching her, but
barring her way. Slowly, she lowered her trembling hand to the
exposed nylon-encased flesh of her thigh and his larger one came
down to cover it. Her heart bolted at his unabashed aggression,
seeming to surge upward right into her throat. She gaped at him
breathlessly, then squirmed backwards, working herself into the
corner of the seat. He smiled, not unhandsomely, but those
lecherous lights were dancing in his flinty eyes to frighten her.
"You're a very luscious and desirable little girl, Jean
baby," he spoke softly. "I'm just sorry I had to be the one to
show you that tape, but you would've found out sooner or later,
anyway. Those episodes always come to light ... though, maybe you
ought to thank me for letting you know what kind of an adulterous
punk you're married to before it's too late," he went on, his hot
hand caressing her own tenderly.
"No ... no, Ken's not an adulterous punk!" she snapped in his
defense, the full impact of the salacious sequence of scenes
coming back to her. "I don't know how it came to happen, but I'm
sure it wasn't my husband's fault. He loves me too much! I'm
certain of that!"
"Well... I'll say you're loyal, anyway, little girl," Max
said, his own drinks warming him into a mellow mood that made him
momentarily feel as charming as he did lecherous. Nevertheless,
the latter emotion, as always, predominated, and he smiled while
the licentious gleam flamed brighter in his eyes.
"A helpless tremor rippled through Jean as she felt his hand
move brazenly to the bowl of her tense belly, smoothing
suggestively before slipping around her waist while he inched
closer to her, until his big, handsome face was mere inches from
her own. But what amazed her more was that the touch of his hand
and its generating warmth through the material of her maid-uniform
sent a strange, unwanted thrill spiraling upward along her spine.
She fought it; she couldn't ignore the fact that she was
definitely a married girl ... and even though Ken, for whatever
reasons, had violated their vows, she had no intentions of doing
the same; but she still loved her darling husband and would stand
beside him, regardless of anything he had done!
"Stop ...! Please ... oh please stop!" she insisted
emphatically, writhing from his grasp and gaining her feet
unsteadily. "No matter what has happened, I-I can't be a part of
what you want! Please, I beg of you, let me go downstairs ...?"
Max arose beside her, his features set in a determined
expression. "You make it difficult, Jean baby ... but only for
yourself and that gook you're married to! I told you how it was
going to be ... willingly, or unwillingly ... but fuck all the
way! It's going to happen, chick, but how is still your choice!"
Jean stiffened as if she'd been submerged in ice-water, the
shocking fact that there was no escape finally reaching her! Her
lovely little mouth fell loosely open and her striking eyes
widened in utter disbelief, again his blatant use of the evil word
knifing into her as she at last began to sense the measure of her
helplessness against him. She sensed his hands slipping around
her waist again and the strength of his powerful arms slowly but
surely drawing her tight against him, those same hands moving
blatantly down to encompass the round, full spheres of her
buttocks. She felt the blood rushing to her face in the shame of
his coarse hands moving intimately over her tensed, fear-cringing
body.
"S-Stop! Oh God, stop it!" she pleaded desperately.
He hardly heard her as he ran his big hands over her
lecherously, holding her within the imprisonment of his massive
arms. "There's no escape, Baby," he hissed down into her face.
"I'm going to claim this proud little ass of yours ... but I
promise you one thing ... you'll cum like a Roman fountain!"
She could only gape across the inches upward into his face as
his teasing hands massaged and stroked her soft, sensuous young
buttocks, pressing her tighter against the terrible rising bulge
at his loins, while his words and promise taunted her brain in
unavoidable desire.
Feebly, she struggled in his arms, as if to satisfy her own
conscience, but in actuality she was helpless against his great
strength, and slowly he lowered his head until his lips completely
engulfed her soft, moist mouth, his hot tongue worming wetly
beyond her teeth into the vainly resisting cavern beyond. He held
her close, his large, hotly massaging hands ever-moving as they
pressed into the round cheeks of her lush young buttocks to force
her pelvis tighter against him, his height placing the throbbing
bulge of his penis hard against the soft giving flesh of her
belly, and an ungovernable tremor rippled over her.
God! Something unfathomable was happening inside her! She
was actually experimenting little tremulous sensations of unwanted
excitement to counteract those of shame and repulsion at his
forced assault on her body, and although she offered limited
spasmodic resistance, her mouth opened willingly to the pillage of
his lewdly working tongue, and she relaxed against him as he drew
her back down onto the couch, his large right hand completely
engulfing her full, erectly throbbing breast, sending further
electric-like tingle soaring licentiously through her!
"Oohhh ... ooahhh!" she groaned, flustered, and he smiled
arrogantly above her.
"Can't help yourself can you, Baby?" he taunted lewdly, his
hands roving over her exploringly. "It's the absinthe ... it
turns you on, little girl! The real McCoy made from wormwood ...
and I promise you, Doll, you're going to love this!" he advised,
leaning above her and teasing at her beautiful young face, using
his tongue while she half-whimpered beneath him.
His words ricocheted against the walls of her stupefied brain
as she tried to decipher their meaning. She was beset with
overwhelming, unknown sensations. His hand, his tongue, his whole
massive body was setting her aflame in a manner of desire she had
never remotely dreamed of! Never ... never before, not even with
Ken, had she ever felt so overcome with raw, lustful craving! My
God, she had to get some hold on herself! Was she losing her
mentality entirely? That she could come to enjoy the lascivious
caresses of this horrible and wicked man was beyond comprehension!
Oh ... oh Ken ...! Please help me ... please ...?
And then, his huge hot hand was on her leg ... her thigh ...
the soft, tingling inner flesh of her thigh ... and she wanted it
there! Oh Ken, darling ... darling ... forgive me... but it's so
warm and big and gentle ... moving upward ... always upward ...
toward it ...!
"You delicious little bitch, you!" Max Keele hissed down at
her where she sat, receptive at last beside him, while his hungry,
always working hand smoothed up and down the satiny flesh of her
quivering leg, enjoying the feel of the nylon-encased flesh just
before it ceded to the hot smooth nakedness of her velvety and
vibrant thighs. He let it brush several times to the very peak,
knowing it would instigate the sensation of contact as it pressed
against the white, nylon strip of her panties, hiding her soft,
sensitive young cunt ... and it did, he was certain by her
quivering reaction.
Jean groaned and responded spasmodically to each pressured
touch against her now tingling vagina, her mind desperately
fighting to seize control from her rapidly overpowering physical
senses. Oooooh God! She had to put an end to this horrible
degradation she was allowing herself to be subject to!
"No ... no, Mr. Keele ... oh please ... please stop ...?" she
whimpered pathetically, her breaths quickened as she felt his
fingers teasing at the snug elastic leg band of her panties. Yet,
insane as it was, as she spoke her absinthe inspired passion won
over and her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs opened to
him uncontrollably, while her tongue trailed of its own volition
across his triumphantIy grinning lips, tiny mewls of helpless
submission gurgling in her throat.
It happened then! She sensed his middle finger, insinuated
under the crotch band of her panties now, tracing the thin, pink
split of her naked young pussy and she squirmed her helplessly
held buttocks beneath it! Her hands moved to his powerful
shoulders, their long nails digging into the hard flesh through
his clothes, and a minute sensation of repulsion swept through her
even as prurient spasms of involuntary desire rippled through her
loins and belly ... while tauntingly, she could feel him part the
sparse, silken pubic curls and worm his middle finger up between
her traitorously opening little vaginal lips ...!
"Oh God! Oh ... oohhh Goddd!" Jean gasped in a helpless
choking whisper. "Please don't make me do it, Mr. Keele ...
please don't ...!
Chapter 7
Jean tossed her head and whined gutturally in her emotional
anguish and unprecedented impassioned craving, a stimulating shock
tremoring along the smooth flesh of her thighs as she twitched and
ground her buttocks down into the softness of the davenport
cushion, her whimpers giving way to an incessant, helpless
groaning, while his finger teased mercilessly at the thin, passion
aroused slit of her vagina, gently thrusting and probing into it,
parting the golden, silklike pubic hairs and making a sudden
electrifying contact with the tiny throbbing nub of her erect
clitoris. She sensed the wetness up between her legs from the
undesired excitement that had claimed her, saturating his hand,
and she nibbled at her lips, biting occasionally to hold back the
moans of unrestrained desire mounting ecstatically inside her.
Oh ... ooohhhh ... it was evil and wrong ... unforgivably
wicked! She had to stop him from doing such forbidden, obscene
things to her, before it was too late! Suddenly, she forced her
small hands against his heavy chest, her teeth gnashing and bared
as she squirmed and kicked, trying to shove him away from her and
free herself!
"Stop! My God, stop it, damn you! You-you can't ...! I
won't do it!" she spat tearfully, snarling like a helplessly
trapped little animal between her tightly clenched teeth. "Get
away from me! Let me go ...!"
Though her sudden savage attack surprised Keele, he was not
caught napping and easily snatched both her flailing arms, while
his great weight held her pinned down and he quickly rolled on top
of her. Nevertheless, he was enraged to the point of completely
losing his temper.
"Now you listen to me, you little stuck-up cunt!" he hissed
angrily. "One more move like that out of you and I'll slap you
silly! This is your last chance if you want to keep that fink
you're married to from taking a long ride! Now, you be nice and
I'll take you up and away! You give me any more trouble and I'll
rape hell out of you anyway ... besides, throwing the book at him
...! Is that clear ...?"
Slowly, Jean relaxed her struggles, the incredible horror of
her complete helplessness ... of the entire abominable situation
returning to impress upon her tortured mind. God in heaven! She
was hopelessly trapped! There was nothing, absolutely nothing she
could do but lie there in defenseless subjugation while he lewdly
felt and explored her almost chaste body at will ... taking any
and every indecent liberty with her that he pleased! There was
utterly no way she could stop him ... and even if she could, her
darling Ken would surely suffer ...!
Tears of humiliation streamed hotly down her cheeks as in
bitter shame she realized that her treacherous young body was
again reacting with unavoidable desire to the maddening play of
his finger in her moistened vagina, her hips actually responding
of their own volition rhythmically to his tantalizing finger-
fucking up between the moistly flushed lips of her excited pussy.
"There ... now that's much better, Doll," Max hissed down at
her. "Much, much better ... and you see, you're beginning to love
it, Baby, eh? That sweet, tight little cunt of yours is getting
nice and hot ... and you've decided to let old Max fuck you ...
right?"
Jean couldn't speak. She tried, half-heartedly, but her
words bunched in her throat, the sensual jolts of his thick finger
teasing skillfully around her erectly quivering clitoris causing
her to writhe her buttocks defensively downward into the cushion
in a vain effort to escape the erotically frenzied spasms coursing
over her soft, vibrant flesh.
"Oh ... oh!" she moaned helplessly to his ceaseless fingering
of her naked clitoris ... until finally, he paused with a grin to
let her answer him.
"Well ...?" he prodded. "Do we fuck cooperatively?"
"Oh ... God, what else can I do?" she whined pitifully.
"Not much, Honey. You're beginning to get the idea."
"And ... and ... you won't do anything to hurt Ken ...?" she
questioned feebly, hating herself in the knowing that she was
actually going to allow herself to submit to him. "Promise me
that you won't hurt him ...!"
"Hell ... I already told you that, Angel ... providing you
promise to fuck me good ... the way you did him the other night!"
His reference to their own licit, beautiful love-making in
the same breath with the forbidden obscenity he was demanding
seemed sacrilegious, while the sound of the lewd four-letter word
counteracted, firing strange excitement within her as he uttered
it, and she rolled her face from him. "Yes ... yes ... I'll try
... I promise ..." she whimpered between tightly clenched teeth.
Max Keele gloatingly moved his big frame further up over her,
letting free of her wrists and bringing his hand up to clutch at
her long, honey-colored hair, drawing her lovely face back to him.
He kissed her hungrily, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as
his thick finger began once more to massage her cunt.
Jean groaned in under him, fighting to keep control of her
rising physical emotions as the convulsive little twinges of
heated delight began to race through her loins and belly again.
"I'm going to strip your hot little body naked now, Mrs.
Wilson, baby," he whispered, "and I'll need your assistance."
She didn't struggle when he raised her up and lowered the
zipper of her uniform down her back. She closed her eyes,
refusing to think unless she scream out in sheer, tortuous
delight, subconsciously helping him with the necessary movements
of shoulders and hips, lifting and lowering, sensing his hands
behind her again as they unfastened her bra, the cool rush of air
bathing her throbbing young breasts with their hard, distended
pink nipples as they became completely exposed to him ... and his
sharp intake of breath, his big, hot hands eagerly clutching them
to knead and squeeze, rolling the tiny nipples erotically between
his fingers, until finally his warm, moist mouth encompassed one,
his tongue flicking and teasing the little bud maddeningly ...
then, the other in like manner ... his long, wet tongue trailing
down the deep narrow vale separating them, her stomach muscles
tensing as it slithered tormentingly over her satiny flesh,
flicking momentarily into her navel to taunt it while his hands
stroked down along her ribs to her curvaceously rounded young
hips, his fingers hooking inside the waistband of her thin nylon
panties ... and she groaned slightly and then voluntarily lifted
her buttocks, her eyes still tightly closed ...!
Again, she felt a cool gush of air as it brushed against her
warm, perspiration dampened thighs and vagina ... still refusing
to allow herself a single thought as she obediently raised her
legs, letting him slip her panties down the shapely, tanned
columns ... and then she felt the pressure on the davenport as he
raised to his knees and she knew he was undressing!
Oh ... oh dear God! What was to become of her after this
terrible act? She would never be able to forgive herself ...!
"Now, Doll ... open those beautiful eyes," he commanded after
an interval. "See what Daddy's got for you ..."
Jean did, slowly, reluctantly ... seeing him kneeling erect
between her legs at the knees that he had compellingly spread
apart, completely and massively naked, his handsome face twisted
in a lewd grin; she let her eyes trail downward along his broad,
hairy torso to the thick, hardened penis standing out from beneath
the overhang of his slightly bulging stomach. Her eyes widened in
building revulsion and apprehensive disbelief, while his
licentious smirk broadened and his hand lustfully stroked the
heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth, exposing the
glistening, blood-inflated head!
"Well ... how do you like it, Baby? Make your mouth water?"
he taunted. "Think it'll fill that hungry little cunt of yours
...?"
Jean couldn't hide the loathing and nausea she felt at the
sight of his huge, lust-hardened organ; yet, at the same time she
couldn't help but gape at its massive length and thickness in awe,
mentally comparing it to Ken's and remembering her husband's as
being almost childish beside it; then, the sight of her own naked,
obscenely spread-open body filled her with further miserable,
degrading shame as once more the helplessness of her situation
tormented her whirling brain. She looked up into his almost
leering face and it struck her at that moment that he was
fiendishly enjoying the al- most brutal degradation he was
subjecting her to, the cruel gleam growing in his flinty-eyes
purely sadistic!
Automatically, her wide, green-eyes dropped once more,
locking on the huge fleshy instrument he was still holding and
stroking salaciously in his hand. Its thickness was terrorizing!
My God, she could never take that up inside her stomach! It would
tear her vagina apart!
"Overwhelmed, Jean doll?" Max chuckled. "Maybe you'd like to
play with it for awhile ... before I stuff it into that tight
little cunt hole? No ...?" he teased, gleefully watching the
distressed expression of fear contorting her youthful face. "Okay
... only let's not forget our deal, Baby!"
Once more, Jean sensed the tears welling up into her eyes and
dribbling down her cheeks as she realized with utter finality that
there was no mercy to appeal to in this lewdly determined man. He
was going to have his way with her and there was absolutely
nothing she could do. She hardly heard his filthy words anymore;
her mind was too occupied with the hopelessness of her position
and the horrifying realization that there was no escape for her;
he was going to ravish her vulnerable young body with that
terrible thing no matter how she pleaded with him not to. He was
merciless; she knew that now for certain! Dear, dear God in
heaven, there was nowhere for her to turn; she was totally alone
and helpless against him ...!
Unexpectedly, he dropped his heavy weight on her, forcing the
breath from her young, now completely naked body with a gasp, the
hardness of his thick, pulsating cock crushing into the soft flesh
of her loins, his great hands once more squeezing her full, firm
breasts so viciously that she cried out with the pain; then his
mouth was on hers, his tongue plunging deep into her throat in his
mounting lust.
"I'm going to make you beg before I'm finished, bitch!" he
hissed down into her face. "You're going to plead with me to fuck
you, ram my cock into that hot little cunt of yours ... cry for me
to bury it so fucking deep that you'll be able to taste it up in
your throat!"
Jean said nothing, only tried to deafen her ears to his
wicked abuse ... and then, he was moving down her body ...
slipping down and down until his face was poised between her wide
spread thighs only inches above her nakedly trembling pussy ...
the revolting shock of what he intended to do to her causing her
to recoil in absolute repugnance!
"Wh-Wh at are you ...?" Oh ... oh no, please! Not that!
You can't!" she cried out shamefully as he placed his huge palms
against the satiny inner flesh of her soft teenage thighs,
pressing them apart, spreading her more open to his lust-glazed
eyes and ignoring her entreaty as if she hadn't spoken. She
moaned pathetically, raising her head to stare down between her
erect breasts and see him posed between her widespread, smoothly
rounded thighs. "Don't ... oh please don't! Not even Ken has has
ever done that to me ...!"
Her efforts to close her legs to him were futile, as was her
petition, and nestled comfortable there with hands placed
strategically against the warm flesh of her gorgeous thighs, Max
gazed greedily at the tight, pink split fringed enticingly with
its silken, golden curls, while two dainty glistening droplets
moistened the little tongue-like pink petals that peeked out at
him from the thin vertical mouth; and as she lay seemingly frozen
to the cushion beneath her, eyes pleading, humiliation complete,
Jean watched in petrified debasement while with deliberately slow
and decisive manipulations he placed his thumbs delicately on the
cringing fleshy lips of her cunt and tauntingly spread them apart,
flowering open the moist coral flesh to his lust-inflamed sight!
In confused and panting tension, Jean felt the hot wisps of
his rapid breaths taunt her sensitive, delicate genital flesh, and
she moaned shamefully, her head still upright, subsequent breaths
almost choking her when she saw his face lower into her exposed
loins and felt the full length of his long, hot tongue slip
lubriciously up into her moist, fearfully quivering cunt.
Her young, naked body recoiled through reflex, jerking
convulsively, a loud whimper bursting from her throat, while her
youthfully smooth buttocks lurched downward in her effort to evade
the perverted outrage he was committing upon her defenseless
vagina. Her stomach spasmed and churned in convulsive shock as
she groaned loathingly to his obscene tongue slithering in and out
of her vulnerably exposed pussy in wild, animal-like frenzy!
"Ooohhhh ... ooohhhhhhh ... don't... doonnntttttt!" Jean
moaned incessantly in her debased degradation, her head beginning
to thrash negatively as she held it raised in humiliation, gaping
in disbelief at his licentious swirling tongue between her
obscenely spread thighs. It wasn't happening ... couldn't be! It
was a fiendish nightmare ... she tried to reason as his tongue
raced in a liquid torrent up into her dilated cunt!
"Oooohhhh ... ooohhhh ... my God! Stop! Please stop!" Jean
whimpered, while simultaneous}y, unwanted tiny spasms of lewd
excitement were sprouting to life inside her trembling body from
his lascivious, depraved tonguing of her moist, palpitating young
pussy!
She felt his big hands move caressingly up over her belly to
the pulsing, firm flesh of her hard-rippled breasts, cupping and
massaging them while his mouth and tongue sucked and thrust into
the tingling channel of her vagina with obscene wet sucking sounds
that lewdly filled the room, and she realized that his lecherous
eyes were fixed on her tormented face, until it dawned upon her
that he was waiting and watching for her total surrender to his
gross demoralization of her pride and morals, as well as her young
rebellious body!
Determinedly, she clenched her small hands into tight little
fists, her arms clutching tensely against her sides, as she
forcibly tried to temper herself against the debasing ravagement
he was compelling her to endure. But even as she waged her feeble
battle, Jean realized it was useless; she was trapped; there was
absolutely nothing she could do to fight him physically or
mentally ...!
Max Keele knew that he'd won, reveling in the victory. The
delicious little bitch was lost, only she hadn't quite resigned
herself to the fact as yet. His lips probed and explored until he
found the erectly pulsing little tip of her clitoris. He heard
her choking whimper of agonized pleasure when he engulfed the tiny
nub between his teeth and clutching it lightly, raved his tongue
over and around it in a series of ever increasing circles, at last
opening his greedy mouth wider to send his tongue downward, back
through the velvety moistened slit to the hot, throbbing opening
of her cuntal passage.
Jean was well aware that she could hardly, if at all, control
herself any longer. The erotic pleasures had reached beyond her
physical powers of defense. She had become enraptured, unwantedly
so ... but certainly! Her resistance had so diminished that it
was hardly a memory! Instead, she found herself flailing her head
wantonly from side to side as he orally fucked her, lashing and
sliding his long, hot lingual member deep up into her now openly
clasping vagina, while in abject disbelief she listened to her own
lewd whimpering and mewling sounds as he relentlessly swirled and
plunged his moistly teasing tongue into the velvet-like tunnel of
her wildly, excited cunt!
Unexpectedly then, he raised her lovely, tapered young legs
high, slipping his arms beneath them so that they, with his
shoulders, were wedged underneath her thighs, pressuring them
further up until they draped over his broad shoulders, locked
there, and he maneuvered his hands beneath her whitely quivering
buttocks, pressing them to him with captive authority.
Jean's childish cries of uncontrollable, involuntary pleasure
filled the room as he burrowed his tongue deeply into the
seething, fluid depths between her thighs. She floundered jerkily
for him and he watched her hands fighting against one another
desperately ... losing the stupid encounter as together, they
clutched at his hair, lewdly working to press him further and
further into her now hotly demanding loins.
A deafened man could now hear her gasps of passion-crazed
delight re-echoing throughout the room as he continued to tongue-
fuck searingly into the pleasure-bringing depths of her youthful
cunt. She had a handful of his hair now, and he knew she was his
... entirely his own to play with ... to subjugate ... to torment
and fuck however he chose!
All control was gone, Jean knew as she relaxed fully, giving
herself to the erotic enchantment of his beautifully obscene
licking and sucking of her cunt ... resigned in the knowing that
she could no longer offer him the meagerest opposition, her
buttocks jerking and contracting spasmodically beneath the
delicious plunging tongue that was sending erotic jolts of never-
before felt sensations charging through her unfulfilled body. And
then ... and then, abruptly, she felt his tongue flick from her
vagina downward toward the tiny, secretly puckered hole of her
anus!
She would have ordinarily screamed in protest at this lewdly
perverse invasion, but instead, she groaned out in rapture at the
surprising, moist seething contact of his blissful tongue with the
sensitive, forbidden opening. She closed her eyes and licked at
her lips in sensual enchantment.
"Oh ... oh ... ooohhh ... ooohhhhhh," she choked
ecstatically, while undeniable, inbred mores guided her words.
"Oh ... no ... you shouldn't ... you shouldn't ...!" she
whimpered, rolling her hips and trying to screw her possessively
flexing little rectal month back onto the hungrily probing tongue.
Max Keele chuckled aloud and Jean opened her eyes as he
thrust stiffly against the snug, spongy little orifice, raising
goose-flesh on her quaking belly and heaving young breasts.
"Oohhh Goddddd!" she continued, dropping her head back and
letting it toss from side to side, her buttocks jerking and
writhing to the delicious sensations his obscene tongue was
spiraling wildly t h r o u g h her whole being. "Ooohhh ...
ooohhhh yes ... yesssss! Love me! Please love me!" she cried out
pleadingly, her shamelessly aroused flesh quivering with passion
beneath his salacious mouthing of her most intimate genitals. She
raised her hips and buttocks to him, her damp, squirming loins
offered in complete servitude. Her hands found his hair once more
and gently caught themselves into it as she wailed from the depths
of her youthful soul. Shame, degradation, morals, pride ... even
the love for her husband, all were blotted out of her mind as she
lewdly tried to pull his handsome, sucking face tighter into the
throbbing, widespread slit of her loins, while the insane delight
of hedonistic pleasure took complete charge over her nakedly
squirming body.
"Now, Baby ... now you're ready!" Max Keele rasped, raising
up, and Jean looked into his moist, leering face from beneath him,
uncontrollable disappointment distorting her teenage beauty.
"It's fuck time, Doll ... the moment when we fill that itching
little cunt to the brim with this aching cock of mine ! "
Jean couldn't move! It was as if she were mesmerized ... with
her trembling thighs raised and spread salaciously to him, her
swollen young breasts heaving with her short, panting breaths, her
belly quivering erotically while her eyes sought his long, thick
cock spearing out from his hairy loins angrily.
"Oh God ... ooohhh Godddd!" she wailed when he crawled up
over her, holding himself aloft with strong hands pinioning down
her shoulders to the cushions of the couch. Then, he lowered his
face and sucked the nipple of one breast into his mouth greedily,
sinking his strong teeth into it painfully and causing her to
writhe and groan aloud at the sharp paroxysm of enticing agony it
brought her.
"Christ, I'm going to fuck you, Jean baby!" he promised in a
rasping voice. "I'm going to fuck you like that husband of yours
never dreamed of!"
Jean lay immobile, her eyes fixed in fascination on the
working of his mouth spewing the desire arousing obscenities down
at her, their lewdness echoing and re-echoing against the walls of
her youthful brain.
"Now ... take it in your hand, Doll, and put it in that hot,
tight cunt ... just the tip of it!" he ordered, his lust-inflamed
eyes gleaming down at her sadistically.
"Oh ... ooohhhh ... it's so big ..."
"Take it, I said!" he snapped. "Don't taunt me, bitch!"
Jean gasped audibly as her small hand encircled his thick,
throbbing cock, an expression of unavoidable fear freezing her
face when she truly realized the enormity of the rock-hard pole of
hot flesh that her small hand could hardly encircle. "Oh! Oh,
Mr. Keele ... I can never take that inside me! I'm too small ...!
"For the last time, do as I say!" Max growled sadistically,
lowering his heavy hips while Jean reluctantly spread her thighs
as wide as she could and guided his heavy cock-tip toward the
small moist opening of her vagina, using its hard bulbous head to
part the blood-filled, fleshy lips of her cunt, her brain whirling
in both fear and anticipation.
She moaned, twisting her head as an erotic shudder passed
over her at the electrifying contact of the firm, spongy tip with
the viscid, sensitive flesh of her needing young pussy. She
hardly dare breathe lying petrified beneath him, waiting ... until
he flicked his hips slightly forward to cause a sharp little pain
from the stretching pressure of his cock at the small elastic
opening of her vagina ...!
"Aaaggghhh ...!" she choked, more in fear than pain ... and
he pressed again. "Ooohhhh Goddd!" she gasped out with meaning
this time, as the huge tip forced its way into the snug, elastic
mouth, stretching the tender, resilient flesh until she was
certain she was being torn from the almost unbearable outward
pressure. "Oh stop ... stop! You're tearing me! My God, no ...
no!" she wailed up to him, but his sadistic expression told her
the futileness of her pleas.
Jean stared at him through agony-glazed eyes, his salaciously
contorted face showing her the extreme pleasure he was deriving
from her helpless torment. Relentlessly, mercilessly, he kept up
his slow, torturous impalement into her painfully expanding cunt.
"Aaaunuggghhhhh!" she grunted gutturally to the pressuring of
his thick cock inch by excruciating inch into her, until his face
was a mask of depraved lust ... as if the sight of her helpless,
vulnerable young body trying to absorb his heavy prick straining
at the tight mouth of her vagina was more than he could bear, and
with an excited glance down at her widespread, unraised loins, he
thrust forward brutally, sending his long, stone-hard cock soaring
up into her fearfully cringing cuntal passage.
"Oh ... ooohhhh ... aaanuuggghhhhhhh!" Jean screamed beneath
him as the thick, blood-inflated head plowed the tight resisting
walls of her moistly giving channel in rippling waves before it, a
great measure of the unending length of it plunging deep into her
teenage belly, until she could feel his full, sperm-bloated balls
slapping resoundingly between the upturned cheeks of her nakedly
clenched buttocks.
"Oooonh Goddd ...!" she whimpered, unmoving now, not daring
to even breath unless she split apart! Her belly was stuffed full
with his massive cock and her vaginal passage felt as if he had
scoured the tender, sensitive flesh raw with his cruel
penetration, the long, thick shaft of hard flesh's every wrinkle
and ridge discernible to her as it lay buried deep inside her
quaking loins.
For a moment, he too, lay still and heavy upon her, his
breathing raspy ... then, he flexed his cock deep inside the soft
clinging flesh of her vaginal sheath, worming the thick, sinewy
pole another fraction of an inch deeper into her.
"Ooohhh ... no ... no ... please ... no more!" Jean gasped,
but again and again, he repeated the torture, each time raising
further tearful pleas from deep in her throat ... until
unbelievably, her passage seemed to grow accustomed to his
abnormal size ... her whimpers lessening with the subsiding of
numbing pain, and the big man began a slow revolving motion with
his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly up into her naked genitals,
stretching the still cringing walls of her vagina until whining
little mewls of growing pleasure began to bubble from her tongue-
moistened lips.
Patiently now, Max levered himself above her while she purled
in growing delight beneath him, using short teasing strokes that
caused her delicious, spread-eagled body to react of its own
volition. She was no longer trying to fight against the obscene
pleasures of lust that were obviously nibbling at the nerve-ends
of her aroused flesh, but to surrender to them!
Jean, in her own building ecstasy, was unaware that he had
appraised her reactions correctly ... though she knew that she was
fully resigning herself to the wicked and licentious bliss he was
bringing her, and the mere thought alone sent additional chills of
lewd excitement spiraling the length of her spine as she felt the
easy tempo of his heavy cock begin longer, probing thrusts into
her moist and throbbing pussy.
As he increased his pace and the length of his stroke, Jean
sensed her whole being responding rapturously, and she squirmed
and writhed with new abandon under him. He dropped his mouth to
hers and she trust her tiny tongue upward between his lips to be
sucked, while she moaned incessantly in passion-filled acceptance
to whatever lustful whim his mind could conceive. She began to
raise her loins up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his every
downward plunge, her desire-contorted face grimacing wantonly in
her newly discovered enchantment, while her mouth opened and
closed against his lips, and her nostrils flared in sensuous
surrender.
Max saw the thin film of sweat beading onto her forehead
beneath the disheveled entanglements of her long, golden hair, and
the way her neck was straining, low hums of helpless ecstasy
emitting from her very soul against his lips.
Momentarily, his thoughts ran to young Ken Wilson and the
scene he and Maggie had watched between the young couple the other
night, and he couldn't contain his grin. The poor inadequate punk
... he was no match for this luscious creature lying beneath him
with her naked, wide-spread young cunt grinding furiously up
against him for more ... not that the poor bastard didn't know
what it was to have her rounded, firm asscheeks churning and
bucking, forcing that delectable young cunt onto his aching cock,
but what to do with it after that was his failing ... and Christ,
he'd never seen a bitch anymore hot and hungry than she was!
Damn, what a tight, hungry little cunt it was! The
voluptuous teenaged bitch, she was driving him out of his fucking
mind! He slid his hands down her sides and beneath the smooth
rounded spheres of her working buttocks, clutching them
lecherously in his big hands and feeling them clench and unclench,
the satiny flesh warm and resilient as it ridged whitely between
his grasping fingers.
Jean groaned, her breath lodging in her throat as he pulled
her tighter to his loins, drawing back her thighs further to
flower open the moist, clasping hole of her cunt in reception to
his hugely pillaging cock.
She rolled her head in unequivocal ecstasy, the last twinges
of pain long gone from her desire-filled body, her legs on either
side of his thick, impaling cock quivering and twitching
spasmodically in wild unrestraint, as her tongue slithered in and
out of his mouth in an oral fucking semblance, while velvety
noises of rapture gurgled from deep down in her throat. Never
before in her young life had she known anything to equal this!
>From the lewd sucking of her cunt and rectum, to this very moment
with his magnificent cock reaching into the furthest recesses of
her belly, filling her like some warm thing that had crawled deep
inside her to remain forever ... and she learned that when she
tensed her thighs, straining the muscles and cords of her neck and
back, writhing her cunt up tight against him, that the intenseness
of her bliss was nearly brain shattering! Oh God, she had never
in her most remote dreams believed that such delicious sensations
could come from lying in under a strange man and being fucked
against her will ... from committing adultery ... from willing and
wanting to give back to her ravager as much and more as he was
giving to her!
God ... what heavenly bliss!
Max had begun to plunge into her now with an insane force,
lengthening his stroke as well as quickening it, drawing his heavy
cock nearly out of the tight, moist channel clasping around it,
then back thrusting into her upraised loins until his aching balls
slapped hard against the hairless, puckered little hole of her
anus. His long, thick cock throbbed with the mounting pressure
building within his bloated sac, and his head reeled with his
increasing lust. He'd reached the point where he knew he'd have
to cum soon, or burst! He gaped downward at where his cock was
slipping smoothly in and out of her moist, vibrant cunt,
concentrating on the feel of the raw, pink folds of her clasping
pussy, clinging to his furiously hammering shaft of hot flesh.
Again, he worked at increasing his pace and deepening his
thrust as she writhed insanely beneath him, grinding up and down
his cock with unbelievable frenzy, her lovely legs jerking, her
little toes curling as she lurched her thighs wide and upward ...
the first indication he'd had that she was nearing her climax!
"Oh ... oh God ... oh God! Har-Harder ... harder, darling!"
she cried in her frenzy, trying to grind, her buttocks higher to
him.
She sensed her womb opening and the mouth of her golden
fringed slit expanding even further to receive the delicious rape
of her secret genitals. Her hands clutched at his broad back, her
nails gouging a red streaked path down to his flexing buttocks.
Ruthlessly, he pressed his hands behind her knees, thrusting
them back hard until they framed her head on either side, bringing
the plane of her nakedly squirming loins up higher and also wider
open to his merciless assault into her receptively clenching cunt.
Christ almighty! Even Maggie could hardly take him this way!
"Oooohhhhh ... oooooohhhhhhh ... ooooohhhhhhh ...!" Jean
began to chant, her lovely teenaged face retaining only the
slightest resemblance of her natural expression as the wildness of
her passion sensuously distorted her normal angelic features.
Max grunted, thrusting hard and deep in his effort to plunge
his wickedly throbbing cock far up into the tender sanctuary
beyond her uterus, while she shoved her quivering belly up hard to
skewer herself frantically onto the stake of hard flesh her cunt
was endeavoring to suck the life from! She drew his thick, moist
tongue hungrily into her mouth, swallowing with greed at the
droplets of his saliva running down it in her wild, untamed
excitement. Now, her voluptuous young body was matching his
battering plunges with her own rhythmic upthrusts, while he
watched her firmly beautiful breasts heave and quiver below him
... then, she convulsed in under him and her head began to flail
from side to side in a wild sign of ecstasy!
"Oh ... ooohhh Godddd! Yesss ... dear Goddd! It's-it's going
to happen! I-I'm going to cum! Ooohhhhh yesssss ... I'm
cuuummmmiiinnnggggg ...!"
Inspiringly, Max slammed his expanded cock deep into her
quaking belly, feeling the hot, white semen amassing within his
pulsating balls as they beat a steady tattoo against the now
frantically grinding cheeks of nakedly churning buttocks. He was
ready with his own explosion and with harshly kneading hands
cupped the widespread cheeks of her ass hard up against his
ramming pelvis, pounding his spewing cock all the way to the hilt
in her soft, unresisting cunt!
In her bliss, Jean felt the new sweet pain growing warmly in
her insides as the head of his deeply sunk cock suddenly flared
into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her inner organs. It
began to spurt! She could feel the delicious hot, white liquid
shooting into her like molten fire, sloshing around her dilated
womb like a vat of seething hot lava. The very pores of her
cuntal-walls opened to it, oozing forth their own enraptured
answer, spilling her warm secretions into the already flooded
cavern of her ecstatic young pussy!
It was maddeningly beautiful! No words could describe it!
She would go out of her mind with the erotic enchantment! Oh God,
she could never let it stop ...!
She reached frantically beneath her still crazily squirming
buttocks with both hands and began to hungrily caress and milk at
his huge balls pressed tightly into the naked crevice of her
buttocks. Her legs jerked out to their full length, spasming
helplessly in the air on either side of him ... and the enormous
cock continued to squirt out its completion. Thick, hot jets of
cum streamed from its tip in blissful, never-ending rivers,
overflowing her womb and gushing back out her tightly locked cunt-
lips at the base of his cock, until it offered one final
convulsive leap, the last dregs of his hot, seething sperm drained
from it ... and that was all that she remembered ...
Max Keele fell forward, collapsing upon her, feeling his hot,
viscid jism mix lewdly with her own still flowing orgasmic juices
and back-washing back over his slowly deflating cock, and it was a
long moment before he realized that she had fainted dead away from
the force of her orgasm ... but, that was just as well, too, he
thought, grinning to himself. He'd just carry her down and
deposit her in she and her husband's room and let her figure out
for herself what had happened ... or if she'd just dreamed it ...
Chapter 8
It was late; he had worked much longer than usual chasing
down a callused, habitual runaway girl who had chosen to violate
her parole from the Home after two weeks, and Jack Heath was
closer to nodding off to sleep than his lovely wife had suspected.
Nevertheless, he welcomed the stiff bourbon-soda she concocted for
him while he loosened his tie and collar, stretching out in his
favorite chair in their apartment living-room.
With head resting back against the chair, he watched his
lovely, long-haired wife in her wispy, negligee-covered panties
and bra gather herself into one corner of the sofa, feet tucked
beneath her daintily, the tiny scintillating lights in her deep
blue-eyes advising him that she was bursting to tell him
something. He half-grinned over at her and said:
"Okay, Carrot-top, let's hear it before you explode."
Carol couldn't help but giggle as she brushed her strawberry-
blonde tresses behind her shoulders and leaned forward eagerly; in
the three years of their marriage she had never been able to hide
from him her natural exuberance that choice excitement aroused in
her. Lord, the lovable darling could read her like a book.
"All right," she said with enthusiasm, "and brace yourself,
Honey. I heard Max Keele talking to Judge McGraw on the phone
today, and he mentioned the Spaxtons ... something about their
next meeting! So, we were right ... the organization does exist
and Max Keele is a member!"
"So ...? Not to belittle your information, Baby," her good-
looking, tall husband replied after sipping at his drink, "but we
were already fairly certain of that fact, weren't we ...?"
"Fairly certain, but not positive, Jack," she reminded him.
"Now, we are!"
He nodded; she was right there, of course. Prior to this,
the so-called social club was little more than a rumor ... an
under-the-breath tale whispered in notable circles of power and
influence, with elaborate tributaries of extra-curricular, sexual
activities mentioned as a potent part of the club's secret ritual
... not an offensive program to either of them. Her sensual
little smile was contagious, and he couldn't contain his own in
response.
"What else did you accidentally hear with those shell-like
ears, Mrs. Heath?" he teased, drinking from the glass again.
She pouted cutely. "Not much, I'm afraid. There's to be a
meeting soon, but I don't know when or where." She bolted from
the davenport and went over to drop onto her knees between his
spread legs, resting her chin on her clasped hands and looking up
at him. "Oh ... Mr. Keele chucked me under the chin rather
suggestively as he was leaving the office, and I caught him
looking at my legs a half-dozen times ... if either of those
incidents might interest you, my ambitious husband."
"Hmmmmmmm," he mumbled, letting his brow furrow
intentionally. "Flitting your bottom around the place, I suspect
... trying to drum up a little attention. Well, don't think you
were the only one being scrutinized. The beautiful Madam
Superintendent dropped by while you were out for coffee, and I was
suggestively subjected to the once-over."
"Really? I didn't know," Carol said in surprise. "She is
actually beautiful, isn't she?"
"Quite, and like the battery Eveready, I'd guess. "
"God ..." his wife whispered, her excitement obvious in her
expression and tone. "Do ... do you really think we can do it,
Jack ... I mean, get a bid to join? You know what it can mean for
you ... it isn't as if we haven't gone the swinging route before
... and thoroughly enjoyed it. In fact, I miss the old gang
terribly, don't you?"
Her tired young husband laughed, noting the sudden caressing
movements of her hands along his thighs toward the hidden flaccid
member inside his trousers. She had probably sat there all
evening thinking about it, sipping at sherry, her favorite, and
reliving erotic memories with mutual friends who had hated to see
them leave the capitol, and imagining more exciting and productive
visions to come if, and should, they be able to crack the Spaxton
barrier. After all, that had been their basic reason for
migrating, hadn't it?
He reviewed her questions and said: "In the order they came,
Baby: yes, I believe we can get a bid ... providing you continue
to taunt big Max with that luscious ass of yours ... and I do know
what it can mean for me ... for both of us, Doll. As for the
swinging route, I miss the old gang as much as you do ... but
Maggie Keele could help fill that void with very little effort on
her part. Okay? Questions answered?"
"Pretty well ... except I want to know if you miss Diane
Hudson that much?" she put to him, pouting once more. "No more
than you miss Jim, I'll wager."
"That much?" she taunted, letting her big-blue-eyes widen
even more.
Jack couldn't help but laugh at her teasing. What a
beautiful relationship they had ... and to think at the onset,
after less than a month, they had been damned near to going
separate ways. The swapping had altered that, practically curing
all of their problems with the exception of ambition ... and now
it looked very much as if they were going to resolve that
situation.
Her hand caressing his stiffening cock inside his shorts,
sent stimulating sensations tingling from his groin into his
belly, while her enchanting eyes searched his, telegraphing their
message of desire. Christ, he wished he wasn't so pooped ... but
then, on the other hand, maybe he could con her into doing all the
work ...? He sipped heavily at his drink, sensing his libido
mounting after the latter invigorating idea ...
"Why don't you just do some unzipping and get at the root of
the problem, doll-baby?" he suggested with a licentious smirk.
"Anything I can't stand is a miserable cock tease ..."
He watched her shiver erotically while her eyes danced in
lascivious delight, her luscious, white-rouged lips parting in
contrast to the pink protruding tip of her tiny pink tongue, as
she eagerly worked at his fly.
"I thought you'd never ask, husband!" she whispered lewdly
...
Chapter 9
Jean had awakened to find herself naked and somewhat
nauseated in her own bed. Her clothing lay over a chair and late
afternoon daylight streamed through the window of their room.
Almost immediately, a flood of horrifying thoughts overwhelmed her
sickened mind ... ugly and sordid, unsure memories of an obscene
orgy that involved Max Keele, but she refused to acknowledge them
as any more than evil dreams!
She must have been ill and came to bed ... yet, to strip and
lie there nude ...? That was never like her ... and she couldn't
remember doing such a thing! Only the vivid and salacious visions
of herself lying beneath the Director of Correction, completely
naked and giving herself to him in wanton delight filled her
brain! Dear God, it couldn't be true! She would never ...! Yet,
there was a tremendous relaxation prevalent in her loins, a
sensation of fulfillment she couldn't ever remember having
experienced before ... and the wild moment of ecstasy she had
experienced raced into her mind to be relived!
Abruptly, Jean sat up to look down between her spread thighs
at herself! With hesitant hand, she touched the sore, hair-lined
lips between her legs, gradually exploring with delicate fingers
its swollen, sensitive inner-flesh and feeling the thick, viscid
moisture still trickling slowly from her vagina.
My God! It was true! The horrible, wicked scene had
actually taken place! She hadn't dreamed it; she had given
herself like an adulterous whore instead! Oh God ... oh God ...
she moaned inwardly, remembering suddenly the tape she had
witnessed of Ken and Mrs. Keele! What lewd and forbidden emotions
had overtaken and persuaded both of them to be unfaithful?
In all truth, she still didn't blame her husband. He had
undoubtedly been coerced ... but in her own case, she'd thrown
away all conception of right and wrong! She might have fought him
more diligently, threatened to expose him to the authorities ...!
But she'd succumbed because deep inside her she had wanted to ...
and there was no denying that awful truth!
God, she had never realized such debasement and shame could
exist; she should fall on her knees before Ken and confess
everything! But to do that would be to do nothing more than to
torment his own agonized conscience! No ...! To hide it ... bury
it within herself ... smother its lewd, ugly head forever, was the
only answer!
She would pretend and say nothing regarding either of them,
she decided, quickly scurrying from the bed and hustling toward
the shower to wash Max Keele's lewdly puddling sperm from up
inside her vagina. Soon, it would be all over with, once Chief
Lannigan carried through with his end, and she could leave it all
behind them ... her obscene nightmare one that had happened only
in her subconscious ...!
* * *
Maggie Keele walked around the luxurious suite of their
bedroom quarters completely naked, with Kappy following close
behind. She carried a martini-rocks in her hand and wore her more
softened, alluring smile. Dropping onto the fur-upholstered bench
of her vanity, she turned to look at her dressing husband. She
said:
"You still haven't told me what happened yesterday afternoon,
Max."
He grinned. "I don't remember getting a detailed report of
you and Wilson either."
"Well, at least you saw the tape. Was it good?"
"Quite in keeping with your usual seductions, Baby," he
replied, knowing her dissatisfaction with his avoidance in telling
her the intricacies of Jean Wilson's and his own party, in
actuality, still trying to comprehend it himself. Christ, he'd had
girls ... women ... bitches! But that little broad had really
turned him on, and just maybe his promiscuous, ambitious wife was
wise to the fact ... at least, suspected it. Besides that, he
surmised that Maggie disliked her naturally. Maybe it was because
of the kid's beauty ... or youth ... or the fact that her young
husband still obviously loved her ... whatever, the raven-haired
enchantress went evil-eyed when she spoke of her.
"Was she good?" Maggie questioned, trying at nonchalance as
she stared into the mirror.
"Yeah ... good! Damn good once I'd implanted in her head the
name of the game."
"In her head ...?"
Max chuckled, choosing a tie from the rack and wrapping it
around his neck. "That was yesterday, baby," he said, not looking
at her. "Tonight's the Spaxtons ... remember? Let's not irk
ourselves."
"Who's irked?" Maggie lied. "You ever know me to blow a
scene, husband?"
Again, he chuckled. "You take care of the necessities?" he
questioned, using brushes to sleek his graying hair.
"All of them ... believe me," she answered, suddenly enjoying
the erotic sight of her own nakedness as she toyed with her
makeup, remembering the special LSD she'd filled the Wilson's
sugar-bowl with and sensing a perverted twinge of excitement at a
sudden licentious inspiration.
"How many girls are here from the home?" Max inquired,
slipping on his suit jacket.
"Two ... Sandy Jarvis and Carla Montez ... I thought Carla
might add a special something. She's older ... eighteen, but she
was a pro."
"They're wearing maid uniforms, too?"
"Naturally, Darling," Maggie replied, smiling. "We wouldn't
want to give our noted guests a wrong impression, would we?"
Max grinned. "Okay, I think I'll go down and start meeting
those so-called guests. They should be arriving by now." He
started for the door.
"Oh Daddy, have Jean Wilson come up here will you?" Maggie
requested casually. "I'd like to have her help me dress."
Max paused at the door, taking a sidelong glance at his
beautiful wife in her enticing, ivory-nakedness, her firm,
pointed, ruby-rippled breasts reflected to him in the vanity
mirror. He felt his heavy member stir at the provocative sight
while he grinned again, knowingly. "Okay," he said, "I'll tell
her ... only don't be too long, Baby, eh?"
* * *
It was anger more than guilt that had churned continuously
inside Ken Wilson since his infidelity with Mrs. Keele, not that
he hadn't felt a good measure of remorse at his spineless betrayal
of his marriage vows, but the fact that the raven-haired woman had
treated him as less than a serf ever since had made him realize
the absolute duplicity of the evil lecheress.
In his transgressive wretchedness he had unwittingly punished
Jean in the chastisement of himself, saying little, acting sullen,
and above all, avoiding any physical contact that might lead to
actual lovemaking. Damn, he wasn't worthy of her devoted,
innocent love, and until he could get his head straight ... muster
up the courage to confess the whole lurid story to her, he wasn't
about to degrade her further with sex.
What surprised him most though was her apparent acceptance of
his evasive reactions in bed to her inviting little caresses,
lying there and asking no questions, almost as if she understood
the anguish gnawing at him ... and he wasn't sure whether he liked
that either.
He stood in the kitchen gaping down at the short white jacket
Mrs. Keele insist that he wear for the occasion. Christ, tonight
he was a butler ... a trigging slave is what he was ... gardener,
chauffeur, stud, butler ... name any menial thing and that's where
he fit in! Well, he'd been schooled for it, hadn't he ... the
revolutionary, the dropout ... the nothing? Once a slob, always a
slob ... only why in hell had he dragged his beautiful Jeannie
down to his level ...?
"Oh, you look so handsome, Darling!" she praised, the kitchen
door swinging behind her entrance, her angelic face caught in a
tight, seemingly forced smile.
"I look like what I am ... a damned fool!" Ken replied
bitterly, his homely handsome face drawn in his self-chagrin. He
walked around, putting the work-table between them so that she
wouldn't make her usual advance for a kiss. "Someway ... somehow
... I've got to get us out of here, Jean ... before it's too late
for both of us, and don't ask me any questions... In time, I'll
explain ... but not now."
Jean merely stared at him, her wide green eyes filling with
compassion, her mind ever-conscious of her own shame, knowing the
full extent of his meaning and the burden of adultery he was
carrying, for God knows, wasn't she suffering the same inner-agony
... and perhaps even greater than his? But after tonight it would
be over with ... she felt confident of that! Chief Lannigan had
undoubtedly learned of this party, and with what she had told the
official regarding the Keeles' sordid carryings-on with their
illegal TV cameras and whatnot, he would undoubtedly act in an
effort to catch them red-handed. Once that frightening scene was
passed, they would surely be exonerated for the helpful part
they'd played ... then, they could penitently and lovingly confess
to each other... It would be all right ... she knew it would ...
they loved each other too much not to forgive and forget ...
"Well," he interrupted her thoughts, "I suppose I should get
upstairs to their cozy little rumpus room. I'm supposed to handle
the bar. Are the guests arriving?"
"Yes. The girls, Sandy and Carla from the Home, are meeting
them," Jean answered. "H-Have you ever heard of the ... the
Spaxtons, Ken ...?"
"Spaxtons ...? No. What are they?"
"I-I'm not sure, but they ... Sandy and Carla, were trying to
tell me something about them," Jean said, her pretty brow
wrinkling in perplexity. "They couldn't say much with the people
coming in, but that is what this party is supposed to be ... a
meeting of the Spaxtons."
Ken shrugged, moving around the table toward the door and
Jean stepped in front of him, raising her lips to be kissed. He
did, but reservedly, then stepped back with a shake of his head,
almost as if he were trying to clear his mind.
"Cripes," he said, blinking his eyes. "I suddenly feel as if
I'd had a half-dozen drinks myself ... kind of lightheaded and
woozy ..."
"You're not going to be ill... ?" she questioned, anxiously.
"No ... no. I'm all right ... and I better be getting up
there before the queen sends for me," he answered, smiling
pinchedly. "I'll see you later, Baby ..."
Alone, Jean pressed her hand to her own forehead, wondering
perhaps if she, too, might not be coming down with something? For
the past fifteen minutes she'd been experiencing a mounting of
giddy sensations ... an almost euphoric sense of floating, but
she'd stubbornly refused to give in to it. There was too much at
stake, and she wanted to be on her feet when Chief Lannigan made
his appearance.
Lord, she hadn't told Ken everything that Sandy and Carla had
been able to whisper to her ... nor their seemingly lightheaded
and ... and yes, even excited exclamations:
"Oh doll, you haven't seen anything yet!" Sandy, the
attractive red-head had tittered. "The Spaxtons is a swinging
sex-club for top-drawer big-shots and their ugly wives ... But
don't worry, you will ... and I'll bet my hot bottom that you'll
never forget it ...!"
Again, Jean's train of thoughts were scrambled, as the door
swung inward and Max Keele entered the kitchen, an arrogant smile
broadening his handsome face.
"So, here you are. I been looking for you, Baby," he said,
his massiveness crowding in on her. "Mrs. Keele wants you
upstairs to help her dress ..."
Jean sensed her own sharp intake of breath at his
overwhelming closeness, and with an agile movement she tried to
ease around him, but he caught her by the upper arm and drew her
back, his powerful arms encircling her waist, his big hands
immediately clasping the lush spheres of her buttocks
possessively.
"Stop ...! Stop it!" she spat, struggling in apprehensive
rage against him.
Max chuckled lewdly. "What's the matter, Jean baby? Don't
like daddy anymore? Maybe you need some more of his soothing cock
rammed into that hot little pussy of yours, eh? Come on now, give
me a kiss ..."
Jean could hardly think of anything at that moment except her
vehement hatred for this evil beast who had already once subjected
her to the horrors of debasement and shame, and in her bitter
anger she fought him desperately, suddenly drawing up one knee
with sharp force to catch him flush in the groin.
Max Keele grunted out an obscene oath, his eyes widening in
pain as he let free of her and staggered backwards to grab at his
crotch, while Jean, seeing her advantage, charged through the
swinging doorway toward the stairs and Mrs. Keele's room, a
feeling of exultation racing through her in the knowing that she
had hurt him painfully.
Her head swam by the time she reached the beautiful
superintendent's door, reeled buoyantly as if she had glided up
the stairway to where she stood, and almost immediately Max Keele
was forgotten ... or even why she was there ... but she tapped
against the panel and opened it at the woman's bidding.
Once inside the luxuriously appointed bedroom, Jean stopped
short, a little gasp emitting from her when she saw the ravishing,
statuesque creature sitting before her vanity in the ivory
splendor of her stark nakedness, the huge German shepherd, Kappy,
lying on the floor beside her. From where she stood, Jean could
see her full, thrusting, ruby-rippled breasts reflected in the
mirror, her suggestive half-smile, and the dancing lights in her
sparkling dark eyes ...
"Well, come on, my dear ... don't just stand there," Maggie
said throatily, wild little sensations of expectancy beginning to
tingle through her loins and belly at her inspired intentions.
She turned on the fur-covered bench, completely facing the
approaching, reluctant girl, noting the near-vacant expression in
her pretty eyes that indicated the effects of the acid she had
unwittingly consumed, and as well, perceiving the teenaged
lovely's fixed point of view on her naked loins. Slowly, she
stood, her lecherous senile broadening slightly. "Why the
hesitation, Jean darling ...?" she hissed. "Haven't you ever seen
a naked female before?"
"I ... I ... yes, of course ... it's just that I-I wasn't
expecting it ..." Jean stammered, still astonished at what seemed
to her to be an apparition of goddess-like beauty in her
bewildering euphoria. "You ... you're very beautiful ..." she
heard herself say, surprised when she realized that the words had
come from her own lips.
An unanticipated sensation of delight rippled through Maggie
at the younger girl's compliment, and she moved closer to her,
placing her hands on Jean's upper arms. "Thank you, Darling," she
partially whispered, "and I'd wager that you are just as beautiful
without your clothes ... aren't you?"
Whether it was the delicate, warm touch of the vision's
hands, the alluring fragrance of her enclosing naked
curvaciousness, or the suggestiveness of her sibilant question,
Jean wasn't certain in her drug-confused mind, but undefinable
tiny fermentations had suddenly burst into being inside her. The
apparition seemed to envelope her and she sensed the slender hands
on her breasts, causing an ensemble of mixed emotions to flutter
within her mind and body. She felt as if mesmerized in a state of
delicious intoxication as the exquisite face moved closer to hers
and its mouth closed down upon her own, tenderly, moistly, hotly
... and with increasing urgency.
Jean's own mouth felt strangely soft in response, and she
sensed her lips being pressed apart by the vision's sweet-tasting
tongue, slipping between them into her mouth as the statuesque
body came hard against her own, its naked stomach and soft loins
beginning an intimate undulating motion.
"You are a lovely girl, Jean darling," the throaty voice
hissed hotly into her mouth. "And now I'm going to make you
deliciously happy ... would you like that?"
"I-I ... oohhh ... I don't know ..." Jean gasped, slipping
even more into the veil of her dream-world.
Maggie kissed her again and Jean subconsciously met her
tongue with her own as she felt the gentle hands caressing her
breasts and moving over her body eagerly, finally stroking her
buttocks and drawing her tightly against the naked, satiny
loveliness.
"I'm going to undress you now, Darling," the smoky voice
breathed and Jean gasped out with wrinkled brow as expert fingers
began to move entrancingly over her, quickly removing her
clothing.
A sensation of repugnance flittered through her, yet she
couldn't seem to respond to it. Something horribly fascinating
... strangely forbidden and terribly confusing was happening to
her ...! And then she was naked, the cool air bathing her
sensuous flesh, bringing her nipples to rigid hardness as the
apparition pressed close to her, massaging its ivory nakedness
against Jean's supple body ... their nipples touching, their
breasts flattening against one another's, their thighs meeting as
did the soft, silken thatches of black and golden pubic curls
between their legs.
Jean gasped with the erotic tremor that rippled over her and
through her struggling, dazed mind, as the woman's IecherousIy
moving hands caressed her buttocks, spreading them open to
tenderly slip between and stroke her tight little anus lewdly.
Again, Jean trembled, suddenly feeling Mrs. Keele once more
grasping her waist, then her smooth hands slithering down her
rounded hips to her tingling, full thighs as she dropped to her
knees before her and began kissing the sensitive warm flesh of her
inner thighs, working slowly upward toward the sparsely curled
lips of her strangely tingling pussy!
My God! My God ...! It struck Jean like a bolt of lightning
what was happening to her and who the evil vision kneeling between
her spread legs was! She gasped out in shame, abruptly twisting
free of the lecherous woman's obscene grasp.
"What do you think you're doing?" Maggie shot up at the
reeling blonde girl, her eyes suddenly blazing with denied rage.
"Come here, you little bitch ...!"
But Jean wasn't about to. For one brief and horrible moment,
reality had penetrated her befogged mind, and now, as she saw the
great dog bolt alertly to his feet, she wheeled and ran for the
door, ignoring Maggie's screaming commands for her to stop,
jerking the barrier open and racing in naked panic down the hall
toward the stairway ... and thank God, just in time ...!
Chief Lannigan was climbing the stairs toward her ...!
Chapter 10
Bige Lannigan grunted out a carnal, gasping choke of surprise
as the naked girl with the flowing honey-blonde hair and jouncing
breasts came running down the stairs tearfully, practically
knocking him off balance as she threw herself into his arms ...
and she might have had not Max Keele beside him, caught hold of
him just in time.
"Oh ... oh my God, Chief Lannigan ... you you ... came ...
you came!" Jean cried, clinging to him tightly, totally unaware of
Max Keele's presence in her disorganized, drugged brain ... in
fact, abruptly incapable of remembering why she was running ...
and she stared into Lannigan's cherubic, benign face blankly.
The obese man chuckled lewdly. "Yeah," he said, grinning at
Max. Maybe I did at that!"
The Director of Correction, with grumbling pains still
gnawing at his groin, glared wickedly at Jean's youthfully naked
beauty, vengeful retribution stimulating his lecherous brain.
"Looks like Maggie's been playing with her," he said leeringly.
"But the little bitch hasn't been up there long enough to go the
route ... must be she got away on her, which, I wager, is
scorching Maggie's ass."
Again, Bige Lannigan chuckled as Jean clung to him with her
arms around his neck and he salaciously began to run his big pudgy
hands over the smoothness of her nakedly trembling buttocks. "So,
who's complaining?" the police chief rasped licentiously.
"Christ, what a luscious little ass ...!"
"She's higher than a fucking kite," Max said, watching
covetously his lackey's gross hands work on the resilient, firm
flesh of her buttocks. The little cunt, and he'd planned to keep
her all for himself... but now she was going to be taught a
lesson. No bitch kicked Max Keele in the nuts and got away with
it! "Where's your wife? "
"Upstairs," Chief Lannigan replied, holding tightly to Jean
who had suddenly begun to squirm and writhe frantically. "The old
sow couldn't wait to get up there and pick herself a cunt to eat."
Max snorted out a laugh. "Par for the course. Well, come
on, let's take doll-baby up where she can really enjoy the party,"
he said, grasping one of Jean's arms while the police official
held to the other and they forced her up the stairs.
It was impossible for Jean in her drugged mental state to
comprehend what was happening to her; yet, brief instants of truth
continued to pierce the dazing mantilla overwhelming her mind ...
until vaguely she came to realize that she had been drugged ...
but worse, that Chief Lannigan was anything but a friend ... he
was one of them!
Oh God ...! Oh, dear God ...! What were they going to do to
her now? Desperately, she tried to struggle to keep her wits
against the powerful effects of the numbing dosage of whatever it
was they had given her, aware as she was escorted between them
that Max Keele's big hand was thrust between her naked buttocks
and thighs, his thick finger thrust upward into her strangely
moist and dilated vaginal passage, the obscene act causing luridly
weird sensations to race through her loins and belly with every
step she took; while the deceptive police chief was clutching and
squeezing one of her breasts salaciously, twisting and pinching
its tiny hard nipple to add to her unwanted excitement.
"Oh ... ooohhh ..." she whimpered out as Max began to swirl
his thick finger inside her teenaged passage, hearing both men
laugh ... then, they were stopping before the big door and Max
Keele was opening it with a key ...
Again, Jean was hardly prepared for what she saw beyond that
door. But, the maze of naked bodies in the soft light engaged in
every form of obscene coupling and act only faintly registered as
she was ushered to the center of the room and forced down on some
sort of animal fur rug, the sounds of "ohs" and "ahs" and even
laughter reaching her ears as if from another world.
She might have known fear had she been able to analyze her
situation, but she could not, her torpid brain had progressed
under the effects of the LSD to where little but instincts
registered, and presently she knew that the stimulating sensation
between her legs had ceased and a great disappointment swept over
her. She started to cry ... and then, recognized a face ... a
male face. It... it was Ken's and he was lying on his back
completely stripped, stretched out on a davenport, a fat woman
with great big breasts squatting up over his ... his hardened
thing that she was absorbing into her widespread, vagina ... and
another more slender woman standing beside them as if waiting for
her turn, while her young husband rolled his head back and forth
in what she reasoned to be, ecstasy. Jean smiled benevolently.
It pleased her that he was happy ...
And then she saw other faces with attached naked bodies that
she recognized ... Pretty little Sandy Jarvis sitting in a chair
with Judge McGraw on his knees between her widespread thighs,
obviously licking her pussy ... and Carla Montez with a fat man
cradled between her open thighs, pumping his heavy loins into her
wildly, the expression on both of their faces telling her that
they were enjoying what she had just been denied ...!
"Do I get first crack, Max?" Jean nebulously heard Chief
Lannigan question and looked up at the two men from where she sat
on the floor. Both of them were now naked, their massive cocks
jutting out salaciously from their hairy loins, their heavy balls
entirely visible to her from her position ... and she couldn't
resist extending her hand up to touch the nearest sac, her own
instinctive desire piqued by all that had happened to her and what
was going on before her dazed eyes around the room.
Bige Lannigan gave a start when her fingers tenderly touched
his bloated balls, and lewdly he grabbed hold of his long, thick
cock to stroke it. Max saw her unexpected movement, too, a
jealous surge of lust charging through him. The little bitch!
Her forced a grin: "Go ahead, Chief ... only make it good!"
"Don't worry!" Lannigan rasped. "I'm going to have some of
my favorite sport... ass fucking!"
Their words all sounded like a jumbled conglomeration to Jean
who had reached down between her hot thighs to slip a finger
through the silken blandish hair and separate her moist cunt-lips,
while she continued to finger the obese man's hairy balls. God,
she could never remember being so excitedly wanting! If ... if
only she could think straight ...!
* * *
Ken gaped upward with befogged eyes at the fat, wildly
excited woman who was squatting over him, plunging in rhythmic
diligence up and down on his aching cock, her massive tits hanging
and swaying obnoxiously as she worked to reach her climax, the
thought occurring to him that she was either the third or fourth
such elephantine creature to crawl lust fully on top of him, and
still he had not even come close to releasing the dynamic pressure
in his throbbing loins! He saw that there was another waiting,
fingering herself as she watched her forerunner ... but she wasn't
so bad ... somewhere in her fifties probably, but slender and
maybe with a tight enough cunt to bring him off!
Christ, what had they fed him, anyway? For certainly, he'd
been drugged, and he couldn't help but wonder if they'd done
anything similar to his Jeannie. He was numbed, but he could
still half-way think straight, and there was no question but what
they had been cleverly entrapped by a swarm of sex-oriented satyrs
and nymphos who would show no mercy in satisfying their lust!
Goddamn them, and they had the law and whatever else necessary on
their side, too! The beautiful establishment ...!
He tossed his head back and forth like a teenaged virgin
striving for her first fulfillment as the huge woman worked over
him obscenely, her sagging breasts nauseating him, and he closed
his eyes to the sight, straining his loins upward in hope that he
could lie to himself, cum, and leave her nothing! But his efforts
were futile; she beat him, wailing out her obese ecstasy ... and
then, the next one climbed on ... and that's when he saw his
Jeannie in the middle of the floor on all fours, Chief Lannigan
kneeing his way up behind her and between her spread legs and
buttocks, his long, thick cock in his hand while his beautiful
little wife waited in obvious excitement ...!
* * *
"Down ...! Down flat on your belly, bitch!" Bige Lannigan
ordered Jean who finally responded once the command was imprinted
in her blurred mind, and the heavy bellied man knelt between her
provocatively scissored legs, staring lasciviously at the warm,
tanned body beneath him.
He slid his hand along the inner side of her satiny smooth
thigh to the moistened, teenaged lips and then pink slit of her
tight young cunt, tracing the hair-lined separation with a
forefinger upward between the cream-like cheeks of her firm,
whitely contrasting buttocks, watching the rounded soft moons arch
and fall in growing excitement to his touch. He felt the desire
in his loins glowing hotly as he contemplated what he was about to
do to her ... what his sow-wife would never let him do ... the
ugly pig!
Jean swallowed at the dryness of her throat. Her subservient
prostrate position, and vaguely knowing that she must submit to
whatever vile whim that might titillate her tormentor's warped
lust, caused her heavily drugged brain to whirl in a growing
kaleidoscope of sensual passion. She had no idea what he was
going to do to her ... or make her do to him ... she was only
aware of her lack of control over the ever-rising passion swirling
wildly in her belly below. She sensed him up over her back, and
she squirmed beneath him to the excitement of his exploring hands,
little tongues of flames licking salaciously at her loins and
belly, building her desire to greater and greater heights with
every passing moment from the obscene teasing of his probing
fingers.
She lay her face against the soft fur of the rug and groaned
into it, partially muffling the licentious, throaty grunts
emitting from between her tightly clenched teeth. Oh God ... his
hands ... his hands ...! Her lush, rounded buttocks hollowed and
writhed wantonly beneath their pudgy, relentless caresses, a
sudden urgency of tremors rippling erotically over her youthful
flesh.
She heard his rammish laugh and tried to picture his face,
but couldn't. Oh God, why didn't he do it ...? Why didn't he
fuck her, whoever he was, instead of taunting her this way? She
couldn't resist the pleasurable thought of his cock slipping into
her ...! "Ooahhh," she moaned aloud as she felt his thick finger
slide up inside her moist, tingling vagina and she squirmed
excitedly down onto it.
Bige Lannigan gloatingly listened to her whine down into the
softness of the rug, her voice unnatural, thick with desire and
ever-mounting wantonness.
"Aaahhh ..." she whimpered again, twisting her passion-
contorted face until he could see the effect his teasing hands
were having on her, and then it occurred to him that she had
absolutely no idea of what he intended to do to her, nor the
mental capacity or physical power to fight him in her drugged
state. She was completely at his mercy, the thought sending a
wave of sadism charging through his heavy loins.
Jean, her bottom churning incessantly beneath his hands while
others had gathered in a circle around them to watch the
stimulating performance, made no effort to fight against the lewd,
carnal urges racing uncontrollably through her lust-incited body,
while in her numbed mind she had begun to pray that he would fuck
her soon, before his tormenting ministrations drove her completely
mad. But instead, his thick middle finger continued to surge with
relentless force into her vagina and she froze momentarily,
catching her breath when the sensations it caused finished
skyrocketing through her.
"Ooahhhh ... ooohhh, do it to me ... please, please do it to
me?" she pleaded back at him, trying to twist her neck so that she
could watch his maddening hands working back there between her
widespread legs.
"Do what, Baby?" he taunted, grinning down triumphantly at
her lust-contorted young face as she gaped helplessly and glassy-
eyed at the continual growing of his hard, throbbing, thick cock.
"Ooohhh ... ooohhh ... fuck me!" she moaned, the words
tumbling lewdly from her angelic mouth. "Please ... please fuck
me now ...?"
Lannigan began to laugh gleefully as he looked up at the
salaciously twisted face of Max Keele who stood watching enviously
while he stroked his own rock-hard cock.
"Well, get at it for Christ sake," the Director snapped down
at him, "before I change my mind and finish the job for you!"
Bige sensed the anger in his political boss' tone and decided
that he'd dallied long enough. He stared evilly down at her
helplessly tremoring back, a thin line of sweat forming on his
upper lip. "Lift up your ass, baby!" he commanded.
Jean realized the order and reacted without hesitation,
arching her buttocks higher, feeling his hands on her hips to
guide her to her knees, manipulating her to his own satisfaction,
until she was entirely raised before him, high and obscenely
spread open. She felt the weakness and trembling in her legs and
wished in her drug dazed mind that he would hurry and fuck her ...
Finally, he moved in behind her, spreading her thighs even
wider with his knees, his thick, pulsating cock heaving lustfully
as it pointed itself toward the tiny pinkish ring of her anus so
lusciously displayed to him between the full rounded spheres of
her voluptuous young ass. Abruptly, he inched backwards once
more, then leaned forward, probing his saliva dampened tongue
upward from the moist, hair-fringed edges of her cunt-lips, along
the spread, smooth crevice of her small, puckered rectum where he
tried to penetrate with its stiffened tip, but the sphincter was
too snug, and instead, he accomplished his main purpose of
lubricating it well.
He raised up, sliding in close to her once more, taunting her
excited cunt with the now violently pulsating head of his
foreskinned peeled cock, until her loud audible whimpers from the
insinuated tip between her wide splayed cunt-lips and the teasing
her clitoris increased their nakedly watching audience.
Anticipatingly, Jean began to grind and force her upraised
young buttocks back at him, her moist, quivering young pussy
searching desperately for the pleasure-bringing length of his
cock, but as she continued to whimper and moan, Lannigan raised
the heavy shaft of hard flesh until its unseeing eye leveled with
her hairless, puckered little anus that glistened beneath the
thins viscid film of moisture coating her entire genital area. He
might have better prepared it by stretching it with his finger,
the police chief thought lustfully, but the pleasures he sought
were better derived unannounced!
The obese law official doubted that in her drugged condition
she realized he was penetrating her asshole at first try, without
benefit of stretching it a little with his fingers. And then, she
must have sensed its thick bluntness prodding and working against
her tightly clenched anus. He chuckled lewdly to himself. She
would suddenly decide that it was too big ... they all did at
first, and she would judge that with certainty any second. He
continued to grin sadistically as he wormed the tip of it into the
snugly resisting little mouth. He could feel his foreskin being
stretched back against his cock-shaft painfully, and he gave a
quick hi-thrusting stab until he could feel it slowly wedging its
way into her suddenly desperately cringing rectum, until he had
popped up inside beyond the elastic little barrier of the now
futilely clutching ring of her sphincter muscle ...!
It was a full ten seconds of shattering, unexpected pain
before Jean realized what was happening ... that his thick, long
cock was grinding its way up into her tiny naked anal passage
brutally ... whipping her breath away until she choked on the
scream that raised into her throat ... her brain reeling in sudden
panic ... and then, abruptly, it felt as if a tree-trunk was
trying to burst into her body through her virginal back passage!
She tried to pull away, but he held viselike to her hips, while
the agonizing penetration continued!
"Aaanuuuuugggghhhhh! Dear God! Dear God ... nnnoooooooo ...
stop, stop! It hurts terribly ...!" she cried out at last.
Bige Lannigan leered excitedly. Of course it hurt ... the
stupid little cunt! It was supposed to hurt! And he held her in
a bear-hug, simply ramming and thrusting!
"Oh God ... please ... please... I beg you ... stop, please?
I-It's too big! Y-You're killing me!" the nakedly kneeling young
wife screamed back at him through gnashing teeth, while their
audience looked on in excited fascination at the sadistically
obscene spectacle of his long, heavy cock worming its way deeper
and deeper into her salaciously stretched back passage, carnally
intoxicated by the knowledge that there was no way she could
escape it ... his thighs thrusting hers forward, his clenching,
pudgy hands slipping her lushly spread young buttocks like an
undersized boot back onto his viciously impaling prick!
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I'm helpless! I can't move! It's
paralyzing me! Oh ... oh ... Oh ...!
"Shove back, bitch!" the police chief spat down mercilessly
at her nakedly bending back. "Do it! Shove your ass back before
I slap hell out of you!"
Jean was incapable of thinking in her unbelievable agony, but
somehow she knew that to disobey would only mean further torture.
Every way was pain, pain, pain! Yet, she did it ... she pushed
back, subconsciously trying to fart and opening her asshole that
final measure out of abject fear. Again, she visualized the
horrible tree-trunk unrelentingly being thrust into her tiny anal
hole, stretching her buttocks wider and wider apart until she knew
she would split open! But then ... feeling a buttock flattening
pressure back there, she knew it was done ... his cruel, thick and
brutal cock tunneled completely up into her wide stretched little
rectum, solid and extremely painful... but finally better, for
there was no more of it to take ...
"Oooohhh ... ooohhh ... ooohhhhhh," she gasped realizing that
she was impaled like a helpless insect on his hugely throbbing
cock in her rectum to its hilt, and not daring to move less the
excruciating torment tear her wide open inside. Oh God, she
couldn't conceive of the animalish defilement he was subjecting
her to! He was actually sodomizing her! Again, she gasped, but
this time for breath as momentarily he remained immobile, and the
brief respite was allowing her obscenely stretched channel to
become somewhat adjusted to the perverted invader ... this rigid
and ever-growing length of scouring hard flesh that packed her
full! Oh ... Oh God, that horrible man she had trusted so
implicitly such a short time ago!
Then, all tangible thought was whipped away once more as she
heard him croon with delight, gasping as he began to fuck
rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep into the soft
rubbery confines of her rectum.
Chief Lannigan couldn't contain the lewd groans of lust
escaping him as he felt the warm, soft flesh of her fully
flattened buttocks pressing tightly back against his heavy loins.
He thrust forward into the tightly puckered, ob- scenery,
stretched little mouth, simultaneously sliding his hand down
underneath and between her thighs to her opened cuntal slit. He
could feel the moisture from the smooth, fleshy lips seeping
salaciously out to cover the softness of her pubic-hair brushing
teasingly against his semen-filled balls as they swung loosely
down between her legs. His eyes locked on his hardened cock
vanishing completely into the tight, ovally stretched opening
between the twin mounds of her helplessly quivering young
buttocks. He grunted again and drew it out slightly, watching
with sadistic fascination the tender pink flesh pulling out with
it and then disappearing back inside with his inwardly jerking
thrust. His breathing increased, incited by the lasciviously
exciting sight, until once more he began plunging into her ass in
a slow tempoed cadence, in and out, in and out, deep up in to the
hot clasping channel of her virgin-stretched rectum!
Jean dug her nails into her palms, bit at her lower lip, and
was dazedly surprised when the pain began to lessen, a certain
thread of arousal seeming to weave its way back through her
tormented young body ... although it was still a mixture of
hurtful paroxysm blended with weird stimulation. She felt
saturatingly damp between her buttocks, and horribly degraded,
aware now of the ring of lewd, contorted faces and licentiously
naked bodies surrounding them ... and someplace amongst them, she
remembered, was her own husband ... her own darling, Ken ... and
... Oh God, how he must loath her now ...!
Oh ... if she could only think straight, but each time she
tried to concentrate her thoughts were shattered by a skin-
splitting thrust that jolted her forward ... until abruptly she
realized that her body was voluntarily shoving back against his
every ramming plunge ... thrusting back onto his fleshy cock
meting out the punishment ... aware of a new masochistic pleasure
that was rapidly growing within her! The pain had become almost
insanely erotic, and she was heaving backwards to meet the forward
charge of his loins ... undulating her hips and moving her
buttocks in tiny lewd circles!
Unfathomable excitement surged through her, until she found
herself wanting his huge organ buried deeper and harder up the now
voluntarily accepting channel of her ass, and she reached back
between her spread thighs to scratch gently at his swinging balls,
turning her face to one side so he could see the effect his
sodomizing cock was now having on her!
* * *
Ken Wilson's lust-fired, drugged mind was able to conceive
little more than the stream of middle-aged women who climbed in
obscene nakedness onto his thrusting, rock-hard young cock that
ached with a throbbing pain from deep in his groin. One had been
kind enough to suck him off for the first time, gulping his cum
eagerly down her throat while the girl Carla licked her cunt, and
a second had squatted over him, taking his undeflatable hard cock
to thrust up her ass, working fiendishly while she fingered
herself and fucked him to completion ... but still they came and
his still painfully virile young penis continued to satisfy them
all!
Christ, he knew he was going to lose his mind before the
night was over! No man could endure what they were forcing him
to, but even that he would willingly suffer if only they would let
his Jeannie out of there! God knows, his thinking capacity was
strangely distorted, but it was functioning adequately enough to
know the agony his young wife was suffering when he saw her tiny
little rectum being sodomized by the huge, blood-filled cock of
Chief Lannigan!
He had nearly lost his mind trying to get off the couch to
help her, but in his stupefied condition he'd been no match for
the group of heavy-set, naked female bitches who had pinned him
down, laughing gleefully like a swarm of over-weight harpies as
they pawed his genitals and squatted over him to be fucked and
sucked! Helplessly, he'd been forced to give way to their
overpowering number and salacious acts ... until now, nearly
drained of his last ounce of energy, he found consolation in the
knowing that Jean was no longer suffering ... in fact, if
anything, she was going wild there on the rug within the circle of
spectators ... some who had dropped down onto the floor to
participate in their own obscene acts while they watched the
animalish performance his blonde, teenage wife was giving them
all!
Damn, he knew it was all over for them now, that she'd never
forgive him for dragging her into this horrible debauchery ... but
... but good Christ, what was happening now ...? Max Keele, the
detention home superintendent ... he was dropping down in front of
her and holding his huge filthy cock in his hand ...!
* * *
Kneeling above and behind Jean, Bige Lannigan continued to
watch the reddish inflamed skin of the young blondes lasciviously
stretched anus draw back and partially out with his cock,
clutching it as if the tightly sucking channel didn't want it to
ever come out! At first, the pressure on his prick had been
almost unbearable, but now it was just tight and exhilarating, the
type of squeezing delight that promised to draw the jism right out
of his balls with the ferocity of molten glass to every stroke!
And then, he saw Max Keele kneeling down in front of her
flailing head and holding to his thick heavy cock, an obscene grin
twisting his broad face. Lannigan returned the lewd expression
with a leer of his own, and the Director said:
"You've had her all to yourself long enough, Chief, now it's
time we spread her around a little ... and the place to start is
sucking my cock!" Max reached down and caught Jean by the hair,
jerking her head erect, her green-eyes popping open widely in
surprise. "Come on, Baby, let's show daddy how good you are at
eating cock! Just think of it as penance for kicking me in the
balls, oh?"
Jean heard the sudden wave of licentious laughter around her
as she stared at the heavy, now familiar penis thrust forward at
her face and only inches from her saliva moistened lips. Oddly
enough, it didn't frighten her as it might have once, nor did the
meaning of his words and what he expected her to do; the
unbelievable erotic sensations that the charging cock in her now
hotly accepting back passage was bringing her had all but
destroyed any measure of moral decency she had ever known, and a
new maddening excitement and desire abruptly sprang to life inside
her!
Slowly, her eyes glazed over smokily and her small hand moved
forward to encircle the husky, spearing rod of rigid flesh, and
she felt him writhe and heard him groan to her touch as she
pressed back the foreskin from the glistening head, exposing its
pulsating glans tip. Then, a slight, idiot-like smile curling her
lips, she manipulated the thick, outer layer of skin back and
forth, fascinated with the hot feel of it in her dwarfed hand!
She moved her face forward wantingly, as if magnetized by the
phallic wonder, until her lips were but a fraction of an inch from
touching it! She heard him grunt once more, while Chief Lannigan
fucked furiously into her greedily clenching rectum from behind,
spurning her on to suck in her breath and flick out her tongue,
bringing it into warm wet contact with the soft, rubbery tip!
Excitedly, she swirled her extended tongue around it in moist,
experimental slowness, while the big man twisted and jerked to her
taunting, until her lingual tip finally found the little split at
its end and wiggled teasingly into it!
Jean tasted for the first time in her young life the pungent
tang of the droplets of male lubricating fluid oozing from it and
immediately a new, more enchanting ripple of pleasure coursed
through her. Her teenaged nostrils flared excitedly while her
hand smoothed back over the rock-hard shaft of flesh to its
velvety base then downward to his bloated testicles. Moaning
slightly at its hardness, she drew her nails gently beneath them
as she had those slapping deliciously down into the moist, open
slit of her cunt, finally weighing them in the small palm of her
soft, warm hand. With her other hand, she again pressed the heavy
foreskin back, exposing the bulbous head in its sleek nakedness.
She moved her face forward, her moistly parting lips teasingly
slipping over and fully encompassing the smooth, spongy head,
letting it glide along the saliva-moistened length of her tongue
as her damp, cylindrical mouth sucked in and absorbed more and
more of it.
Max Keele grunted lustfully above her blonde head that had
begun to move back and forth on his cock, instigating a pelvic
counter-motion of his own, sliding his thick, revenge-hardened
cock in and out of her angelic, youthful mouth with a viscidly
moist sucking sound, guided by his hand entangled in her long hair
behind her head. He watched the licentious puffing and
contracting of her beautiful young cheeks as she worked slavishly
on the end of his cock, while her whole supple, satiny body
quivered from the powerful Jolts of Lannigan's ramming cock
smashing into her tender, unplundered rectum from behind, his
rising sperm near-overwhelming him as he began to shove his
throbbing prick forward between her now receptively sucking lips
with a vengeance, his evil grin widening with every thrust into
her eagerly ovaled mouth.
Jean couldn't resist the sudden, delicious thrill of a man's
cock fucking her in her mouth and the lewd, lust-inciting
realization that she was actually sucking it! Her brain reeled in
glazed rapture and her body was alive with sensual bliss, even t h
o u g h she hardly felt human ... more of a mass of sweating,
lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be pervertedly subjugated. She
was actually reveling in the lewd debasement of being sodomized
this first time in her life, while she, at the same time, sucked
hungrily on her first male cock! She ground her trembling
buttocks greedily now back against the man behind her's hairy
pelvis and felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the open
crevice between the cheeks of her bottom, sensing the dribbling of
it down the backs of her smooth inner-thighs. At the same time,
the mounting pressure in her vagina and loins signaled that
something dynamic was soon going to happen deep inside her
beautifully filled young belly ...!
Chapter 11
Maggie Keele's entrance into the room might well have gone
unheeded had she not been accompanied by the massive German
Shepherd at her side, not that her austere beauty in its ivory
nakedness didn't put most of the feminine flesh present to shame,
but the obscene spectacle of the dually impaled young beauty in
the center of the floor made her appearance less than anti-
climactic. In itself, this was enough to enrage her, for
invariably she timed her arrival with Kappy to be the focal event
of the orgy, reveling in the "ohs" and "ahs" of the male
participants as well as the catish expressions of jealous hatred
bestowed on her by the women, but this night her exhibitionism
attracted only scant interest ... the second time that very night
the little Wilson bitch glutting herself shamelessly on the floor
had raised vile anger inside her.
Venomously, made her way to the fore-front of the spectator's
circle with Kappy beside her, quickly surveying the entire room to
take note of how her "guests" were paired off, as well as their
lurid couplings and acts. A ripple of licentious pleasure surged
through her at the sight of Ken Wilson at the mercy of some half-
dozen of the more obnoxious wives salaciously squatting over his
loins and face in pairs, obviously draining the last dregs of
energy from his youthfully lanky body ... yet, his cock still
stood rigidly hard. She smiled evilly to herself; the LSD was
doing its job well ... just as it was on the blonde little bitch
who was sucking her husband whore-like while Bige Lannigan ass
fucked her furiously from behind!
With a quick glance, Maggie satisfied herself that Sandy and
Carla were living up to drugged expectations; both were flat on
their backs with their young white, shapely legs lewdly drawn back
high as they cradled one after another of the notable, middle-age
males between them, accepting their pumping heavy cocks in glazed
wantonness. But it was the lascivious troilism on the rug before
her that inspired wicked and prurient sensations within her. She
heard Kappy's whimpers beside her as the great animal watched and
sniffed the excited female smell at the same time. Gently she
reached downward and stroked the brute's massive head while
obscenely vicious thoughts raced through her brain. Damn her
beautiful blonde hide! She'd wish she'd never been born before
this night was over ...!
Suddenly, she motioned to Sandy, who was in between men, and
the red-headed girl immediately crawled over to her, looking
upward with befogged eyes at the statuesque superintendent.
Maggie smiled down at her and ran her hand through her blackly
tangled pubic hair, as she spread her legs apart.
"Look up and lick it for me, Sandy baby," Maggie hissed down
at her. "Lick and suck it good while I watch this little Wilson
bitch get what's coming to her. Would you like someone to fuck
you from behind while you do it?"
"Oh ... oh yes, please, Mrs. Keele ... I've got to cum again
soon or I'll go mad!" Sandy gasped passionately.
Again, Maggie gave a signal, and this time to the group of
women fiendishly ravaging her daddy-image ... the young blonde's
husband, who, like her own Daddy, had chosen the blonde intruder
over her ... damn him! She saw the ugly group of females
reluctantly drag him up from the couch, not daring to defy her,
and guide him staggeringly over to her.
"Down on your knees, Wilson," Maggie commanded, her dark eyes
glittering licentiously. "Young Sandy needs the services of your
cock while she eats my pussy ... and make it good, darling, or
Kappy will take a nice big chunk out of your lean backside!"
Ken slumped to the floor as ordered, but in near-exhaustion,
his drugged eyes spewing hatred upward at the woman who was
destroying his lust-drugged Jeannie's as well as his own life.
His enfeebled brain swam and his cock and groin throbbed
unmercifully ... still, it wouldn't go down, but remained poling
out from his loins like a length of raw, frozen meat. At least,
he reasoned vaguely, the obscenely bent forward body with its
white, upturned buttocks and viscidly flushed cunt was a youthful
change to the older horrors he'd just been subjected to ... and
now he was nearer to his young, helplessly impaled wife who was
obviously out of her mind in her drugged, salaciously lewd
performance ... Groggily, he kneed his way close in behind Sandy
as Maggie Keele lowered herself onto her back, spreading her
thighs wide for the red-haired girl to bury her face up in her
raven-haired loins, while at the same time Sandy reached between
her spread legs to find his cock and guide it desperately into her
moistly waiting little cunt, plunging her smooth rounded buttocks
back at it with uncontrolled fury ...!
* * *
Bige Lannigan stared at his white, vicious pole disappearing
into young Jean Wilson's smoothly gyrating ass with every lunge.
It submerged until not even a fraction of it was left unabsorbed,
straining wildly in the snug, still tightly resistant channel, its
spongy, turgid head probing deep into her soft, quivering belly.
His balls throbbed and his cock cavorted as if it were about
to burst each time he rammed into her, while she moaned around Max
Keele's heavy cock fucking into her mouth, adding to his pressure
with the insane movements of her ass and the hollowing of her
back. Christ, he couldn't last much longer ...!
Jean was lost in the heat of her rising, ungovernable passion
... lost to any sense of her surroundings, conscious only of the
increased vigor in the brutal thrusts pounding from behind into
the remotest parts of her no-longer virginal rectum, and the naked
loins crushing up tighter and tighter into her passion-contorted
face. She sensed the cock that was poling stiffly into her mouth
and throat tensing in forceful trembling spasms, and the hand
behind her head gripping harder. His hairy pelvis closed in on
her until she was certain he was trying to drive his cock all the
way down her throat to meet the one penetrating her far up into
her bowels, and the exaggerated thought alone drove her on wildly.
God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth ... to swallow his
cum and feel it dribble down her throat ... then, she sensed it
swelling convulsively and sucked as hard as she could.
"Oh Christ!" Max blurted. "Suck it, you hot little cunt!
I'm cuummiinngg!"
It burst, and he swore vilely again, while his cock gushed
forth, hot jetting streams of the white pungent liquid far back
into her throat, her young cheeks ballooning and contracting as
she swallowed in quick, hungry little gulps, fastening her lips
tightly around the jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest
drop of the male precious sperm ... yet, in spite of her tightly
locked lips, she felt thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her
mouth as the big man seemed to collapse before her, his shrinking
penis slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking
mouth...
At the same time, she was aware of the violently increasing
assault on her wide-split rectum and the near-orgasmic sensations
screaming up inside her belly and loins for release. She
undulated her smooth young ass against the driving cock, small
pleading mewls of passion emitting from her throat. She was very
close ... almost there ...!
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she chanted, her hips forcing themselves
back as the plunging fleshy rod hammered insanely into her
obscenely stretched back passage, and she knew that Chief Lannigan
was ready, too! She could hear him gasping and panting ... faster
and faster, as he forced her thighs so wide with his knees that
she was almost flat on the rug ... but the pain didn't matter ...
nothing mattered any longer except that she reach her climax ...!
In a minute ...! It was cumming ...! Soon! Soon! ... And then,
she heard the police official blurt something unintelligible and
felt his loins jerk convulsively against the flatness of her
upraised buttocks! He was cumming! Oh God ... no ... not yet
...!
"No! Nooo! Wait, please ...?" Jean whimpered as his load of
hot, swirling sperm gushed deeply up into her straining bowels and
she ground her ass cheeks tightly back against his pelvis to stop
the flow, but her very action defeated her desperate purpose. The
nibbling clasp of her spasming hot rectum milked it dry and the
last drop of his scalding cum splashed deep up inside her rectum
and belly ... until he, too, fell away from her, his limp organ
slipping uselessly from her forever stretched anus.
Helplessly, as he fucked into Sandy's snugly milking young
cunt from behind, Ken gaped at his sweat-glistening wife still
kneeling on all fours, incessant whimpers tumbling from her lips
in her unfulfilled need, her buttocks high in the air, her face
resting on the animal rug as she seemed to wait in desperation for
someone to fill her throbbing pussy.
"Damn all of you!" he cried out in his drug induced
compassion. "Have some mercy on her! Somebody fuck her before
she loses her mind!"
"Wait!" Maggie snapped when a middle-aged, paunchy man moved
forward to volunteer. "Kappy! Yours, Kappy! Take her, Baby!
Fuck her!"
Ken couldn't believe his ears when they absorbed the evilly
grinning woman's words as she raised to her elbows, her thighs
obscenely spread open to Sandy's audible sucking and licking of
her pussy, while he, himself, fucked into the red-headed girl from
behind! "Oh Christ, no ... not that!" he wailed, but no one paid
him any mind. They were too absorbed with the vile event about to
take place, and as he gaped, Ken saw the great animal mount the
wide-spread moons of his young, helplessly trembling wife's soft,
white buttocks, paws wrapping around her waist as if she were a
bitch of his own breed. He could see the glistening, scarlet cock
slipping from its huge sheath, dripping freely while the tapered
point jerked and danced in the hot, damp slit of her cunt as the
brute quivered and lurched forward with its hind quarters, trying
to bury the pink lean dog cock into her hungrily waiting body.
Sobbing in the inferno of her desire, Jean looked back,
willingly shifting her quaking round ass-cheeks in a desperate
attempt to capture the lengthening animal-cock, the feral tension
within her driving her to the mind-shattering point. Oh God, she
wanted his beautiful long penis inside her! She had to have it
before she went mad in her impassioned need! She reached back,
grasping the moist shaft of hot, hard animal-flesh, causing Kappy
to half-growl as she guided the pointed pink nozzle toward the
sucking mouth of her desire-flushed cunt ... and immediately he
thrust, rammed, and thrust again, spreading her dilated channel
open wider and wider as with a low throated growl he buried his
long, thick prick deep up into her hot, quivering belly.
"Oh ... oh my God!" she blurted, her eyes wide and glazed as
the beast fucked into her from behind while she stared over at her
husband thrusting his long thick cock into the young girl,
Sandy's, lovely, pink cunt. "Oh ... Oohhh ... oooohhhhhhh!" she
grunted in heavenly relief, and began to move backwards
rhythmically to meet Kappy's rapid, powerful strokes plunging deep
into her cum-hungry pussy.
Ken Wilson discovered that he was holding then releasing his
breath spasmodically as he fucked into Sandy's tight viscid cunt,
gaping at the massive dog fucking frenziedly between his moaning
wife's lovely, trembling buttocks, attempting to skewer her onto
the last remaining inches of the still growing shaft of
unbelievably huge glistening dog-cock. It amazed him that the
salacious sight was re-inspiring his own now thoroughly depraved
lust, and suddenly he realized that he'd increased the tempo and
length of his own fuck strokes into the young kneeling girl, while
he watched the huge beast romping forward, burrowing his giant rod
of animal-flesh deep up into the visibly clasping cunt of his
crazily bucking wife!
"Christ, I've never seen anything like that!" Ken heard a
male voice exclaim lewdly. "Look at the way the little bitch
takes him ... every fucking inch of that dog cock!"
"Yeah ..." Max Keele grunted lustfully, the obscene spectacle
rejuvenating his own heavy penis once more, and he reached down to
massage it in one hand while his mind began to devise new
salacious things he could do to her ... once that goddamned dog
had his fill. He glanced over at his licentiously sprawled wife
who was playing her favorite game, lying there with her thighs
drawn back and spread open to the sucking and lapping tongue of a
pretty young female, while the Wilson punk fucked the girl with
LSD induced vigor from behind. He grinned at the loose, twisted
expression taking control of his wife, Maggie's, face and knew
she, too, was damned close to popping her nuts ... and Wilson
wasn't very far behind her ... nor the sweating red-head in
between, by the way her voluptuous young body was beginning to
writhe and squirm ... but it was the enchanting honey-blonde's
performance that intrigued him. Christ, what a delicious young
body she had ... and maybe it was just possible that after this
night she could be molded ... shaped into his type of erotic
woman, but less ambitious than his eager wife ...!
Jean hung as if suspended on an imaginary plane of
unbelievable bliss. At first, the vicious invasion had brought
her pain with the unexpected piercing agony of the dog's massive
cock-shaft bursting into her, pressing the velvety, resisting
flesh of her tight cuntal channel before it, until in seconds he
had thundered it in its entirety up inside the warm constricting
depths of her passage. Now, as he continued to piston into the
softness of her upthrust loins, she could feel his animal balls
swing hard in taunting rhythm against the quivering little bud of
her erect clitoris below. She was beautifully impaled to the hilt
on his ever-growing cock and reveling masochistically in its
beastial possession of her greedily devouring cunt t
God, to this moment in her whole teenaged life, she had never
been fucked so fully! If only it would never end! She breathed a
deep moan from her lust-contorted mouth and began to move in tempo
backwards to meet Kappy's superb, panting thrusts. His forelegs
clung to her rounded white hips like strong, furry arms, and she
undulated her body, rotating her buttocks in lewd concentric
circles, abandoning herself to the ecstatic fulfillment of the
animal-fucking this splendid dog was pounding into her from
behind. She wished she could see it better, clearer than the
mirror of her mind was affording ... see his magnificent animal
cock up close as it disappeared wetly up inside her pussy, but she
had to be content with visionary pictures, and the mere thought of
their unnatural coupling sent licentious exultation soaring
through her maddeningly aroused body. In the mirror of her mind,
she saw her full, taut breasts dancing and swaying beneath her
writhing, perspiring torso, moving in cadence to the delightful,
rampaging, animal cock that continued to grow, grow, grow ... ever
growing inside her entire cuntal passage to her belly. She
visualized it plowing deeper, deeper into the stretched mouth of
her clasping cunt from behind, a relentless streaming rod of
shimmering, hard flesh lunging into her!
She found herself reveling in her act of bestiality, and she
ground her buttocks back excitedly against his hairy, hammering
body like another animal. Never ... never had there been anything
to match this moment of rapture! It was sheer ecstasy ... in a
manner that no human male could ever, ever duplicate ...!
To the side, Ken Wilson couldn't hold back his own groans of
re-aroused pleasure as he felt the warm soft flesh of Sandy's
fully flattened buttocks pressing tightly against his loins in
feverish lunges, while she hungrily sucked and licked at Maggie
Keele's undulating genitals, and he watched the expression of
wantonness on his Jeannie's face to the fulfilling animal-fucking
she was getting. But God, how he wished it was his own cock
bringing her such rapture! He shook his head foggily and rammed
forward to Sandy's back thrust, into the snug, moist canal of her
clasping cunt, his eyes moving down to fix on his hardened shaft
vanishing into the sucking pink-flesh of her hair-fringed vagina.
He moaned again and watched her pull away; he gaped with bated
breath at the tender, coral flesh pulling out with it, then
folding back inside as they slammed together once more. His
breathing increased, incited by the lewd scene, and suddenly she
began to squirm and writhe on its lengthy, aching impalement in an
obscene swirling cadence, and he felt the sudden grumbling in his
balls announcing the beginning of the very, very end, his cock-
head beginning to throb violently, deep inside the warm clutching
flesh of her cunt and belly ...!
In a fleeting glance, Ken caught sight of Maggie Keele's face
and knew that she was in the first throes of her own climax, as
well as was Sandy with his pulsating cock ramming jack-hammer like
into her omnivorously clasping passage. Then, the raven-haired
older woman whimpered loudly as she grasped at Sandy's head,
drawing it tightly up between her wide-splayed thighs, and he
almost felt the red-haired girl's bubble burst with wildly
building waves of pleasure racing through her loins and belly,
while he choked out a gasping oath and felt his pumping cock begin
to spew its white, hot load deep into her womb in jets of fiery
sperm that splashed obscenely around inside her ... then, Jean
raised her lust-contorted face and he saw the full extent of her
drug-incited passion ... her lust-glazed eyes grew round and wide
as she suddenly, as though her open vagina were spread-eagled over
a torturing fire, began to moan:
"Oooohhhh ... oooahhhh ... my God ... I-I-I ... I'm
cummmiiinnuggg!"
She wailed until her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob
and sigh, her beautiful young head twisting from side to side, her
long honey-blonde hair flailing wildly as she began the initial,
bowel-wrenching spasms of orgasm, screwing her smooth, rounded
buttocks back hard onto the thickening, driving, animal-cock with
salacious frenzy.
Ken watched it all in the wake of his own dynamic release ...
Kappy's long, saliva dripping tongue hanging loosely from the
mouth of his great head, panting and dripping wetly onto the
satiny tanned flesh of her back while he fucked into her greedily
clasping young pussy with feral viciousness. Then, Jean shrieked
once more, slamming her lushly trembling ass back against the dog-
cock with a frantic jerk as simultaneously the beast thrust
forward and his massively swollen cock began to squirt its hot,
animal sperm deep up into her hungrily devouring belly in long,
forcible streams. Again, Jean wailed, while her nakedly quivering
buttocks began to contract spasmodically, and all watched to see
the thickly white combination of human-animal cum nearly explode
back out from the swollen lips of her teenaged cunt.
* * *
What followed was still beyond the realm of Ken's thinking.
He wasn't certain, but he thought that his young wife, Jean,
fainted, though when he tried to go to her, he was caught by rough
male hands and swung abruptly around.
"Take him, Chief," Max ordered. "He's violated his probation
... using drugs ... lock him up! We'll take care of the
particulars in the morning. And don't be nice to him, eh? You
know how we feel about junkies, Bige ... the scum of the earth!"
Ken heard the police chief chuckle, while he, himself, stared
in disbelief at the Director's evil grin, but before he could put
up the meagerest struggle, he was being ushered forcibly from the
room and down the hallway, still naked and staggering from the
effects of all that had happened to him in the short, nightmarish
span of the last several hours ...
Chapter 12
Jean had awakened and lay that way for a long time unnoticed,
trying to familiarize herself with her cell-like surroundings and
place the voices of the two girls who sat beside each other on one
of the small beds, talking in low, confidential tones. Vaguely,
their faces, then their uniforms, registered. A nauseating
tightness gripped at her intestines and with a start, she raised
to her elbows.
"Wh-Where am I ... !" the blonde girl gasped, the sheet
falling away from her breasts, making her aware of her nakedness.
Modestly, she quickly drew the covering back up over their firm,
rounded fullness and stared at the rapidly approaching two who
both dropped on their knees beside her bed.
"So, at last you're awake, Baby," the red-haired teenager
Jean remembered as Sandy said and smiled. Tenderly, she took
Jean's hand to hold between her own. "We were beginning to wonder
if you were going to come out of it this month, weren't we,
Carla?"
"You sure can sleep, Honey," Carla replied with a pretty
smile of her own.
Jean could only stare at them in bewilderment, while her
swimming brain struggled to make sense from their statements ...
until slowly, a series of vile and horrifying recollections began
to flash through her mind, adding sudden anxiety to her quaimish
stomach. Her lovely green-eyes widened in growing panic. She
exclaimed:
"I-I'm in the Home, aren't I ...! Oh God ... aren't I ...?"
"There, there, Baby, now don't get yourself all up tight,"
Sandy soothed gently, chafing the blonde girl's hand between her
own.
"Tell me, for Lord's sake!" Jean choked, trying to raise up
once more. "Why have they put me here ...?"
Carla caught her shoulders, lightly but firmly pressing her
back down onto the bed. "All right, Honey, we'll tell you, but
you better make up your mind that it isn't going to help getting
all worked up! You've been hallucinating on acid for three days
and nights, and unless you get a firm grip on yourself you're
going to wind up in the booby ward ...! Okay? Is that clear
...?"
"Easy, Carla," Sandy said to the older girl. "You want to
send her right back on a mind- bender ...?"
"I want to snap her to her senses, and the first thing is to
make her understand her situation," Carla answered determinedly,
as if from experience, Jean thought, staring into the brunette's
dark, piercing eyes.
"It's ... it's all right ..." the blonde girl managed,
focusing her eyes on Sandy's attractive face. "I-I think I
understand ... and I'll try to ... to keep hold of myself ..."
"That's the girl," Carla praised, her lovely Latin face
warming in a white, toothsome smile.
"Can ... can you tell me why I'm here?"
"You were framed, Honey," Carla answered in a near-whispering
voice. "It's all part of the game here; they drugged you with LSD
then charged you for breaking your probation by using the stuff.
Obviously, either Papa or Mama Keele ... or maybe both, want to
keep you around for awhile."
"Oh ... oh, my God!" Jean gasped, vivid memories of her
obscene debauchery at their terrible orgy suddenly flashing
through her sickened brain once more. Then, she remembered: "And
... and Ken, my husband ...? Where is he ...?"
Neither of the girls answered immediately, until Carla
finally said: "We're not sure, Jean honey ... but probably upstate
..."
"Up ... upstate ...?" Jean repeated, her delicate complexion
blanching as the full meaning of the Latin girl's words inscribed
themselves in her mind. "You ... you mean ... prison ...?"
It was their expressions that told Jean she was accurate, for
neither girl chose to answer ... and in an uncontrollable burst of
tears she turned her back to them and wept despondently.
Oh God ... what was to become of them now? Would she ever
see her husband again ...? Oh ... oh, she wished she was dead ...
* * *
Seybor's ugly face broke into a nasty smirk as she gazed
across the desk at the raven-haired Superintendent who sat
leisurely in her large swivel-chair, petting Kappy's massive head
while he lay nobly beside her.
"Well, she's finally up and taking nourishment, Mrs. Keele.
I thought you'd like to know. She came out of it yesterday, but I
figured an extra day in the sack might help her acclimate."
For a moment, Maggie said nothing, only stared at her desk
while the Chief Matron's information classified itself mentally.
So, the little bitch had finally come back to earth ... which
meant she was ready for proper training. It was time she learned
that to defy Maggie Keele was to cut one's own throat around there
... and there was no forgiveness in her for the way the little
slut had ran out of her bedroom on the night of the Spaxtons
meeting ... Oh, she was going to pay all right ...!
"Very well, Seybor ... that sounds just fine," the statuesque
official replied finally, a licentious gleam beginning to sparkle
in her flashing dark-eyes, "because Kappy and I are right in the
mood for her! Bring her in ... I feel like some more pleasurable
fun and games ... how about you, Kappy darling?"
The gallant animal's barks of response seemed almost human
...!
Chapter 13
Not even the drab gray :Detention Home uniform she wore could
hide the lovely, honey-blonde haired girl's young voluptuous
curves as she walked along the dingy corridor ahead of the ugly-
faced Chief Matron. With striking, wide green eyes alertly
acknowledging unspoken words of encouragement from sister inmates
framed in the barred openings behind locked cell doors, and with
the firm little chin of her angelically beautiful, teenaged face
held proudly high, Jean Wilson moved with a defiant, almost
haughty gratefulness that neither the corrupt institution nor its
depraved keepers had been able to strip from her in the short
period she had been imprisoned.
Her wealth of long golden hair tumbling about her softly
sloping, feminine shoulders created a vestal-like aureole belying
the sensuous enticement of her high-set firmly thrusting young
breasts and the gentle, provocative sway to her smoothly rounded
hips and buttocks, and she was not unaware of the burning,
lecherous eyes of her keeper hungrily undressing her from behind
as she walked. She had already been schooled by her cellmates,
Sandy Jarvis and Carla Montez, as to the lustfully perverted
character of the ugly-faced, middle-aged woman. But, as her young
informers had advised, the chances of falling, or being "tossed,"
into the woman's hands were small as long as one pleased the madam
Superintendent and her equally lecherous, handsome spouse, the
state Director of Correction, a horrifying plight that both she
and her young husband, Ken, had already been subjected to.
In fact, at that very moment, Jean's unemotional expression
was but a facade hiding the inner turmoil of fear, degradation,
and heartbreak that had raged constantly within her since her
awakening from the drugged stupor Maggie and Max Keele had forced
upon both Ken and herself only days before. She could still
barely comprehend the obscene sexual abuses they had been
slavishly made to endure at the hands of an evil group of older
men and women called the Spaxtons. That their tormentors had been
wealthy and influential state officials of prominence only added
to her sense of helplessness; yet, as morally shattered and
fitfully despondent as she was, the determination to fight and
resist them still burned intently within her curvaceous young
body, and to all outward appearances she was far from being the
mind-broken sexual tool the stunningly beautiful Maggie Keele made
of her unfortunate inmates.
"This way, Wilson," the big boned, heavy breasted matron
known to Jean only as Seybor ordered, guiding her onto an elevator
with a painful knuckle in the small of her back. "And I'd advise
you to drop that snooty, stuck-up chin of yours a couple of inches
before you walk into the Super's suite. You ought to have learned
by now that she doesn't take kindly to smart-assed young pussy
like you, oh?"
Jean made no motion of acknowledgment to Seybor's lewdly
phrased statement, though she was well aware that what the coarse
woman had said was all too true. Whether it was a youthful envy,
or plain sadistic degeneracy on the part of the statuesque
superintendent, she didn't know and hardly cared. Her one concern
was, and had been, since emerging from her drugged coma, only of
her twenty-year-old husband, whom they had framed on false drug
charges as they had her, then had committed to a prison upstate.
Because of her age, seventeen, and for obvious other reasons
befitting their lustful desires, Maggie and Max Keele had seen to
it that she had been put in the Home.
God, she could still hardly believe the deplorably sordid
course of events which had placed her on that elevator ascending
them upward to the raven-haired superintendent's personal suite
... another impregnable den like the Keele private home some five
hundred years from the institution. A shudder of cold
apprehension rippled over Jean's soft, satiny flesh beneath the
plain, unattractive uniform. She had no idea why the austerely
ravishing official had taken such a dislike to her from the very
beginning, when she and Ken had been ordered to serve out their
probationary sentences as domestic servants in their private home.
But she unquestionably had ... and then had seductively coerced
Ken into illicit sex, while the handsome Director had raped ... or
at the very least, blackmailed her into a wantonly shameful sexual
performance she would never be able to wipe from her memory, any
more than she would the unbelievable bestial acts with their dog,
Kappy, that she had been a part of later on ...
"You know, Wilson, if you'd just smarten up a bit and be nice
to the right people around here, you'd have it made," Seybor
suggested, interrupting the exquisite blonde teenager's anguished
thoughts, a lurid half-grin playing around her homely, thin-lipped
mouth.
Immediately, a feeling of repugnance washed through Jean's
tremulous belly at the obvious meaning of the big Chief Matron's
advice, but she tried to ignore it. All the same, it brought to
memory the way she had run from the bedroom of Maggie Keele that
night of the terrible Spaxton meeting when the Superintendent,
enticingly naked, had nearly mesmerized her into a revolting
lesbian act ... and this, too, Jean realized, the stunning
official had not forgiven her for. She couldn't help but wonder
with that abominable experience plaguing her, why the woman had
sent for her, or what dreaded thing lay ahead ...
Abruptly, her thoughts were once more severed as she felt the
hot, heavy hand of the homely matron smooth caressingly over the
soft curve of one rounded, resilient buttock, and every muscle in
her young voluptuous body tautened abhorrence. Her reflexive
action was automatic as she pivoted and slapped the older woman
sharply across the face.
"Damn you! Don't you ever put your filthy hands on me
again!" Jean spat through clenched white teeth.
Momentarily stunned, Seybor could only stare in shocked awe
at her lovely young prisoner. Then: "Why ... why you stupid
little bitch!" she snarled in growing rage, her big unfeminine
hand covering the red splotch on her stinging cheek. "I'll break
your stuck-up ass for that ...!"
Realization of her unforgivable mistake stuck Jean with the
force of a paralyzing blow as the bigger woman started to grab
her, but simultaneously, the elevator doors opened and the enraged
Chief Matron caught herself, her small, red-rimmed eyes -blazing
with vehement hatred. Viciously, she licked at her lips that were
drained of blood, then slowly stretched them into a wicked leer.
"I-I'm sorry ..." Jean stammered, the fearful apology
tumbling from her lush, trembling lips. "I-I didn't mean ..."
"You'll be sorrier, bitch!" Seybor whispered raspily, the
humorless grin never leaving her distorted, heavy-jawed face.
"Now, I know I'm going to get you ... but I can wait ... Just
remember that, I can wait ... and when you're least expecting it
... I'll be there!" She laughed then, a lasciviously frightening
sound that caused a series of icy chills to race along Jean's
spine. "Come on, you stupid little cunt!" she ordered, jerking
the young girl from the elevator with a cruel hand grasping her
small wrist in a vise-like grip. "I'll wait my turn."
Jean was too upset to further resist the ill-tempered,
enraged Seybor's rough handling even had she dared. She stood
meekly by the large metal desk in the outer office which the
elevator opened into, the nebulous thought occurring to her that
the lift itself was the only accessible means to Maggie Keele's
private suite and this, the Chief Matron's office. Tenaciously,
she raised her chin once more, determined to carry off her false
courageous front even though the turmoil seething inside her had
driven her to the brink of desperate tears. Dear God, what was to
happen next ...?
"Mrs. Keele, I have Wilson here," the ugly-featured keeper
spoke into an intercom unit, never taking her angrily inflamed
eyes from the young blonde girl's resolute face.
"Good ... bring her in, Seybor," Jean heard the
superintendent's throaty voice order, this followed by a buzzing
sound that released the electric lock on the metal door before
her. The harrier slid open and suddenly she felt Seybor's knuckle
jab painfully into the small of her back once more, thrusting her
forward into the unexpected splendor of the luxuriously appointed
suite, the heavy door quickly closing with a decisive click behind
her.
Jean saw the raven-haired, ivory skinned beauty then, but not
behind a desk as she had anticipated, nor dressed in the customary
clothing a woman of her position might be expected to wear. There
was such an office-like arrangement in a small alcove at one
corner of the spacious, grandly furnished room, but Maggie Keele
day indolently sprawled on a satin-pillowed sofa at the opposite
end, a flowing, diaphanous black negligee the obvious single
garment covering her soft, lithe nakedness. A tall, cool-looking
drink sat upon a small table beside her, and on the floor rested
the handsome German shepherd dog, Kappy, a noble animal which Jean
had already been so humiliatingly introduced to.
The gallant brute arose to its feet and began wagging its
tail as if in recognition of her, and Jean couldn't deny the vague
sensations of excitement the sight of him aroused in her young
belly and loins, as well as in the deep recesses of her brain;
yet, it still seemed like some outrageous dream born out of the
drugged state she had unwittingly been subjected to.
"Well, it appears that Kappy remembers your little affair,
Jean darling," the striking, sensually clad brunette meaningfully
greeted, a lewd overtone to her smoky voice, while her dark-onyx
eyes sparkled as they swept lecherously up and down the lovely
blonde girl's unhideable soft curves. "Come over here beside me.
I want to look closer at you. And you, Kappy, lie down."
Jean did, but hesitantly, pausing several feet from the plush
sofa as the German shepherd responded to its mistress' command.
She saw then that what she had first surmised was so: the
Superintendent's voluptuous white nakedness was alluringly visible
through the wispy veil of the sheer negligee covering her. Though
she had to be fortyish, her rounded full breasts were erect mounds
of enviably firm white flesh, their nipple-capped peaks hardened,
berry-like buds. Jean couldn't limp her eyes from trailing
downward to her flat belly and the narrow slenderness of her waist
and further to the enticing flare of her hips. Her long, shapely
legs rested one over the other at the ankles, her rounded, full
white thighs erotically enhanced by the soft black curls of pubic
hair enshadowing their juncture. Nervously, Jean fidgeted with
her hands, the unexpected exhibitionism taking her off-guard and
momentarily, as it had before in the woman's bedroom, briefly
hypnotizing her.
"What's wrong, dear? Haven't you ever seen a naked woman
before? Or, perhaps it's just that I sensually arouse you ... is
that it?" Maggie Keele taunted, stirring languorously to provoke
her ivory-white charms into inciting ripples beneath the flimsy
material.
Jean felt her cheeks flushing hotly at the smirking woman's
insinuation. The spell was broken. All of the emotional
turbulence she had entered there with suddenly churned again
inside her, and this accompanied with a newborn raging anger at
the lecherous Superintendent's implied meaning.
"What are you trying to do to us?" she flung at her
hedonistic tauntress. "And why ... why?"
"Do to you ...?" Maggie repeated, the inflection of her husky
voice suggesting astonishment. She tilted her head slightly where
it rested against the fluffed satin of the pillow and let her
sparkling eyes soften. "My dear, I thought you understood that
I'm only trying to help you. That's why I had Seybor bring you
here to me ...
"Then why did you separate Ken and me? And why did you have
him sent upstate to the prison?" Jean shot at her, struggling
desperately to hold back the flow of tears which were ready to
burst from her young emotion-filled eyes. "We did nothing and you
know it! We were drugged right out of our minds, and you ... all
of you and your terrible Spaxtons used us like animals ... worse
than animals ...!"
"All right, that will do, Wilson!" Maggie Keele retaliated,
her throaty voice suddenly growing sharp with authoritative
impatience. She raised to a sitting position, swinging her small
feet to the floor, the negligee falling carelessly open to expose
nearly all of her naked, fully rounded breasts and a good measure
of ivory white thighs almost to the exotic crest of her silken,
hair-adorned loins. "I doubt that you're so stupidly naive as to
think that anyone would believe such a story. In fact, weren't
the two of you arrested in the first place for possession of
marijuana?"
"No, we were not!" Jean defended. "A boy that we had just
met had some, but Ken and I had no idea ..."
"Of course," Maggie said, cutting the lovely blonde girl
short and gaining her feet. "The detention homes and prisons are
filled with innocent people like you who swear they were framed."
The ravishing brunette picked up her tall drink and sipped from
it, making no effort to draw the loosened folds of her wispy
negligee over the revealed, smooth white flesh of her sensuously
displayed curves. "In both you and your husband's case, you
violated the probationary sentences that Mr. Keele, in his
kindness, managed to obtain for you by again using drugs in our
home. So, that's why you're here and Ken is in prison;"
"But ... dear God, I tell you we didn't and never have used
anything like that," Jean pathetically insisted, the tears
uncontrollably spilling down her soft, teenaged cheeks. "We were
drugged, Mrs. Keele ... and you know it! Oh God ... please ...
please let us go ... or at least, help Ken get out of that awful
prison ...?"
This was the moment that Maggie Keele had been waiting for,
that first touching instant of pitiableness when they began to
beg, and a ripple of sadistically lecherous excitement raced
through her insatiable, almost naked loins and belly. She had the
luscious little bitch now, had her at last ready to crawl ...
anything to save her husband, and she intended to savor every
delicious moment of it.
"Well now ... do I understand that you're begging me, Jean
darling?" the raven-haired Superintendent derisively put to her as
she sipped again from her glass. She half-smiled vindictively,
the obscene thoughts filling her mind causing her onyx eyes to
gleam with wanton lust. The voluptuous young bitch, she wouldn't
... couldn't run from her this time!
"Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes ... I'm praying to you," Jean
whimpered, wiping at her eyes with a facial tissue from her
pocket, refusing to listen to the inner voice of her own better
judgment. Anything ... any price wasn't too great for this boy
she loved ... "Please ... please help ...?"
Maggie moistened her sensuous lips with the pink tip of her
wet tongue. "And if I should, what do you offer in return, my
dear?"
An icy tingle of dread shivered upward along Jean's spine.
There wasn't the slightest inkling of a doubt in her tormented
young mind of what nature the ravishing lecheress' demands would
be. She stared with mounting apprehension into the beautiful
woman's waiting, licentious eyes, while inwardly she prayed for
the strength to do whatever would be expected of her. Oh God ...
"A-Anything ... whatever is necessary ..." Jean finally
whispered, chokingly. "B-But you must promise me that Ken will be
freed ..."
"We'll discuss that part of it later, Jean darling," Maggie
hissed, moving close to the girl until they nearly touched.
"Would you like a drink or something first? I have some pot if
you prefer. It might help ... like the acid did at the party."
Jean gaped at her. She had given herself away ... openly
admitted to drugging them ... the very reason Ken was in prison
and she there in her horrible situation at that very moment ...
yet there was absolutely nothing she could do about it ...
nothing, only give herself to the vile whims of this lust-filled
woman if she wanted to help her imprisoned husband ...!
"Well, speak up, damn it!" Maggie rasped impatiently.
"Drink, pot ... what?"
"Oh God..." Jean whimpered in confusion. She was no drinker,
and she'd truly never used drugs of any kind, but whatever sang-
froid and determination she had entered the female official's
suite with had completely deserted her. She had to have something
to rebolster her courage or she would never be able to go through
with it. "Yes ... yes, the marijuana ..."
Maggie took a step backward, a snide smirk creeping over her
severely perfect features. "So, the little girl who has never
used drugs chooses grass. Now, that's funny ... really funny."
Jean didn't bother to answer the woman's taunting remarks.
She knew it would be useless. Her choice had been based on the
information Ken had once casually passed to her, along with other
young people she had known. It was, they said, the lesser of the
two evils, and right at that dread-filled moment she wanted only
an immunity of feelings from whatever deplorable act was to come.
Subconsciously, she watched the enticingly voluptuous
superintendent move away from her toward a small table, her
veiled, naked loveliness provocatively visible as she walked, the
rounded fullness of her lush buttocks quivering with each step,
the shadowed crevice separating them raising a strange,
unexplainable sensation deep inside Jean's tense young belly.
Maggie returned carrying a small enameled chest which she
held open in front of her. "This is my private stock. It's
hashish ... the very best." She took one and waited for Jean to
do the same, then lighted them both with a table lighter.
"I ... honest ... Mrs. Keele, I've never smoked one before,"
Jean stammered, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at
the sweet-smelling smoke drifting up from the lighted end. "I-I
don't know what to do ..."
Maggie studied her, not knowing whether to believe the girl
or not. They were all such lying young bitches ... but this one
she wanted to totally possess and break to her will more than any
of her endless list of helpless victims. She had to see her
crawling, begging, willingly subjecting herself to the most
degrading, beautifully humiliating things she could imagine. She
said:
"Puff on it ... slowly at first ... like this ..."
Jean watched her draw in gently, but deeply, inhaling the
smoke in the same manner. With trembling hand and constant
reminders that she was doing it for Ken, she did as she was
instructed, finding the taste unusual but not unpleasant. She
repeated the act, inwardly praying once more that the drug would
completely numb her tormented senses, taking more and drawing it
deeper down into her lungs, desperately holding it there in the
manner of the sensuous woman watching her. Neither spoke for a
passing of minutes while Jean continued to experiment, her fear
that it was not going to have any effect on her constantly
mounting. After a few inhalations, she could barely notice it
going down. Almost frantically, she took a long, deep measure of
the smoke and held it as long as she could.
"I-It isn't working!" Jean heard herself exclaim, but her own
voice sounded a slight distance away.
Maggie smiled, her dark onyx-eyes gleaming knowingly. "Don't
worry, darling, it's working all right," she said, her voice also
seeming a long ways away to Jean. "Do you like it ...?"
"I-I don't know," the teenaged blonde lovely replied,
suddenly feeling surprisingly soft and buoyant. The longer she
withheld the smoke the more uplifted in spirits she seemed to
become. She saw Maggie Keele's exotic face smiling at her from
what appeared to be a great distance off, and it occurred to her
that she'd never realized what a breathtakingly beautiful woman
she was ... and then, Maggie was floating toward her ... holding
out her hands. A fleeting trace of apprehension raced through
Jean, passing immediately in the aura of warmth the drug had
spread through her entire, curvaceous young body...
The apparition seemed to engulf her and she sensed the
extended delicate hands on her breasts, causing an ensemble of
mixed emotions to tingle within her mind and immediately awakened
young body; yet she had no power, nor hardly the desire to resist.
She felt as if spellbound in her overwhelming state of delicious
intoxication while the exquisite face moved closer to hers and its
perfect, soft mouth closed down upon her own, tenderly, wetly,
warmly ... and finally with a growing urgency.
Her own lips felt strangely soft in response, and she sensed
them being pressed apart by the vision's sweet-tasting tongue,
sliding moistly between them into her mouth. The strong,
statuesque body came hard against her then, its thinly veiled
stomach and yielding warm loins beginning an intimate undulating
motion.
"You're a luscious girl, Jean darling," the husky voice
whispered hotly into her mouth. "You should never have run away
from me that night in my bedroom the way you did ... but I'll
forgive you if you make it up to me now ..."
"A-And Ken ...? Wh-What about him ...?"
"Shhh, we mustn't talk about him now ... or anyone but you
and me."
"I-I ... what do you want ... me to do?" Jean managed, the
enchanting woman's suggestions like a command to the lovely
teenager's anesthetized mind, as she slipped even more into the
ecstasy of her unfamiliar dream world.
Maggie hungrily kissed her again and Jean met her hot,
probing little tongue reflexive]y with her own as she felt the
eager hands caressing her aroused, swelling young breasts and
smoothing over her soft, resilient curves with intimate strokes
that were rapidly stimulating her lush, teenaged body. She felt
them move down to possessively cup and massage the slightly
quivering mounds of her rounded buttocks, drawing her tightly into
soft, silken loveliness ... and somewhere, a dog whimpered...
"I'm going to undress you now, my luscious doll," the smoky
voice breathed, to which Jean could not reply, but instead,
allowed herself to be drawn down onto the satin-pillowed sofa;
then, gentle expert fingers began to move excitingly over her,
removing her clothing.
Again, a brief sensation of repugnance at being touched so
intimately by another female flittered through Jean, but she would
not let it dwell there. Something horribly fascinating ...
strangely forbidden was happening to her ... and she was doing it
for Ken ... all for Ken, though at that moment she could no longer
quite fathom why. Whatever, she wanted it to continue ...! And
then, she was naked, as was the voluptuous apparition which was
again drawing her upward onto her feet. The cooling air of the
room bathed her curvaceous young body incitingly, bringing her
small pink nipples to a rigid hardness as Maggie Keele pressed
closer to her, brushing her ivory nakedness against Jean's soft,
supple young flesh, their sensitive little nipple tips touching,
their yielding full breasts flattening against each other's, their
lush, satin-smooth thighs meeting as did the silken triangles of
black and golden pubic curls between their long shapely legs.
Jean gasped with the erotic tremor of delight that rippled
over her now intensively sensitized flesh and through her drug-
dazed mind, as the beautiful woman's hands caressed her soft white
buttocks, spreading them apart to slip between and lewdly stroke
her tight little puckered anus with a lustful, if gentle, finger.
Once more, Jean shivered with alien excitement, sensing the
growing moisture up between her legs that had seeped from her
aroused vagina and ardently flushing pussy lips.
Suddenly, Maggie's soft hands slithered down her rounded hips
and smoothly tapered thighs as she lowered to her knees before her
and began kissing the satiny warm skin of their inner flesh,
working slowly upward to the sparsely covered, golden-haired lips
of her now hotly tingling cunt.
The lecherous superintendent's onyx eyes sparkled gem-like as
they locked on the narrow pink crevice where already a tiny
dewdrop of viscid moisture glistened from the girl's building
passion. Greedily, she flicked out her tongue-tip swiping its
fresh young deliciousness into her mouth; then she drew her hot,
wet tongue from the point where the pink ribbon of velvety flesh
enjoined the smooth cleft between Jean's lush buttocks, lightly
tracing the thin coral line separating her desire-swollen vaginal
lips through the golden entanglements of silken curls upward to
its very peak, feeling the tremor of erotic pleasure ripple over
the gorgeous girl's naked body. With her thumbs, she spread open
the soft outer cuntal lips until the teenager's delicate pink
clitoris came into full view before her, then she wetly licked at
it causing Jean to gasp out a choking moan.
Maggie pressed her backward to the sofa, and as she dropped
onto it, Jean felt her fully rounded thighs being raised and
pressed back toward her shoulders. She lifted her head to dazedly
watch the beautiful lecheress' face bury itself into her now
nakedly exposed loins, her short black tresses tauntingly grazing
the silken flesh of her quivering belly as she began to lick and
suck at her hot, wet cunt with a furious hunger.
Jean's cloud of moments before had begun to wear thin and she
found herself wishing she had smoked all of the euphoric
cigarette. The mind-bending sensations Maggie Keele was firing in
her sensitive young loins and causing to flutter intensively in
her teenaged belly were breathtaking; yet even as she began to
uncontrollably writhe and squirm beneath the woman's burning,
lustful tongue and sucking lips, revulsion toward the obscene
lesbian act reared within her. Her upbringing and natural
instincts were in total contrast, and she had never in her
remotest dreams believed she could willingly be a party to such
perversion. But then, vaguely, she remembered Ken and her reason
for submission to the majestic woman's salacious depravity ... she
had promised to help free him from prison ... yes ... yes! And
there she must lie on her back with her legs obscenely raised
high, her soft, tingling thighs spread wide beneath this
beautifully wicked creature whose hot, wet mouth and probing
tongue were bringing her unbelievable, forbidden pleasure ... and
she was going to help them ... yes ... yes!
Oh God! She was sucking her tiny, sensitive clitoris and
nipping at it with her taunting white teeth, sending almost
violent spasms of lust-building intoxication spiraling through
her. It was near maddening ... erotically maddening! Then,
suddenly, her searching tongue had moved downward and was sliding
smoothly in and out of the hot, moistened walls of her vagina,
wetly rotating around the thinly bearded edges of its elastic-
tight mouth, slipping deeply up inside her again as her passage
dilated receptively to the woman's licentious love-making.
An unrestrainable shudder raced over Jean when she felt her
obscenely spread buttocks being raised by the long, slender hands
cupping the resilient, fleshy cheeks, and she voluntarily now held
her own knees tight to her breasts as she sensed the hot, lust-
provoking tongue trail downward through her smooth, hairless
crevice to her tiny, sensitively flexing anus. It licked with a
mind-shattering wantonness that raised guttural moans from deep in
her chest; then its tip pressed firmly between the hairless, baby-
like lips of the excited little hole, penetrating but a fraction
of an inch, even though the erotically incited teenager had tried
to help by relaxing her anal muscles to the fullest degree. And
then, once more the deliciously wicked, hot tongue returned to her
inflamed cunt, darting up into her like a frightened little
serpent and always flicking back to her quiveringly erect
clitoris, while the pressure mounted wildly in her fervid young
loins.
Abruptly, Maggie Keele raised her head and smiled. Jean
lowered her legs slowly, a wave of disappointment at the loss of
the pleasure-bringing tongue flittering through her.
"Come down and kiss me, you luscious little love-bitch," the
raven-haired woman hissed sensually.
Jean immediately sat upright while Maggie got to her knees
between her still lewdly spread legs. Obediently, she wrapped her
arms around the woman's neck, planting her soft, young lips on the
moist, glistening mouth, tasting the poignant flavor of her own
vaginal secretions there. The reaction of her aroused senses set
off new infusing excitement coursing madly through her.
Finally, Maggie said: "I think it's time for another
cigarette. We'll share this one, my little pussy-girl."
"Yes ... yes ..." Jean whispered, the woman's lewd and lust-
rousing love-terms adding inexplicable fuel to her ever-building
desire.
She watched the tantalizing movement of the woman's alluring
nakedness as she crossed the room to the little enameled box. Her
dazed, green eyes clung magnetically to the enticing little sway
of her smoothly rounded buttocks, the stirring sight sensuously
affecting her. It occurred to her then, that she had never fully
realized the provocative beauty in a woman's body ... the erotic
enchantment of it ... the forbidden desire it could create ...
Maggie returned dragging deep and holding the marijuana smoke
in her lungs before she lay down on the sofa beside her, extending
the cigarette. Jean took it and did the same.
God! What was happening to her? It was all unexplainable in
words. She had never before known such rapturous sensations. She
sucked deeply and held it, the velvety softness immediately
swooping down to envelop her. She handed the cigarette back to
her lecherous lover and simultaneously, her hand, as if of its own
volition, reached for the woman's lush, firmly resilient breast.
Maggie gasped in pleasant surprise at the soft, unexpected
touch. "Ughnnnn ... do you like them, my little cunt-girl ...?"
"Y-Yes ... oh yes ..." Jean whispered, moving close to the
beautiful woman's naked white body, trying to cuddle tightly
against it.
Eagerly, Maggie engulfed her in her arms and held her,
smiling in self-satisfaction down at her lovely young face. It
was more than she had even remotely expected. The pot had
completely bent the luscious young bitch's brain ... destroyed her
moralistic judgment and raised the basic, natural instincts to
take command of her impassioned young flesh. Wild sensations of
carnal lust charged through the older woman as she placed the
cigarette between her lips and ran her hot hand down over Jean's
soft, smooth belly, and down further to her vibrantly wet pussy,
drawing a finger upward between the moist, flushed lips.
Jean moaned, attempting to move closer as Maggie cupped her
own erect full breast and pressed its hardened nipple into the
girl's young, receptive mouth. She began to suck hungrily, her
small hand coming up to tenderly hold and caress the resilient
mound of warm, white flesh.
"Y-You delicious baty-bitch!" Maggie salaciously gasped.
"You love to suck my titties, don't you? Don't you?"
"Mmmmm ... Mmmmm," Jean moaned in her overwhelming drugged
passion.
"Damn ... damn!" the beautiful, naked brunette cursed, the
sight of the long blonde-haired teenager's lovely face and lush
young lips glued so possessively to her breast firing her lust to
even greater intensity. "Well now well see how well you like to
eat cunt!" She smiled, tossing the cigarette into an ashtray and
quickly maneuvering her voluptuous nakedness until she straddled
Jean's prostrate form lying dreamily upon its drug-induced cloud,
moving up until her rounded white buttocks flattened the young
girl's erect, high-set breasts hard down against her chest.
Jean looked up at the beautiful face knowingly, remembering
the intense erotic pleasure the woman's hot, moist tongue had
brought her, a strange forbidden feeling of reciprocation filling
her. Yet, even in her drugged state, she realized that she had
never committed such an act of lesbianism before ... but she
wanted to ... Yes, she wanted to! Then, Maggie was raising up
until her wet, hair-fringed cunt was directly over Jean's
excitedly gasping mouth ... and she licked out readily with her
tiny, moistened tongue, spreading the dark pubic curls, drawing it
experimentally up through the length of glistening velvety flesh.
"Uuuuuuuuunnnnnngggghhh!" Maggie Keele groaned passionately
as unprecedented sensations of raging desire charged hotly through
the teenaged girl's curvaceous white body at the wickedness of her
perverted act. She reached up with trembling, eager hands to
grasp tightly the beautiful woman's smoothly flared hips, pulling
her loins down closer as she raved her wildly flitting little
tongue through the hot, pink folds of her warmly secreting cunt
... exploring her erect quivering clitoris and the seethingly
moist walls of her vagina, her own passionately inflamed desires
continuing to mount within the exotic rapture clouding her brain.
Wildly, Jean's growing lust burned inside her as she
continued to lick and suck at the hotly moistened loins up between
the older woman's beautiful, widespread thighs. Her small, soft
hands clutched at the full, rounded mounds of the softly yielding
buttocks, while the latter, her hands smoothing down over her
nakedly trembling belly, salaciously parted the flushed, hair-
lined lips of her pink sensuous cunt with her fingers on either
side, exposing the intricate velvety folds of coral-hued flesh to
the young girl's open, avid mouth and lashing tongue.
"Oh damn ... damn!" Maggie choked in her uncontrollable
passion, at last noticing the way the curvaceous blonde teenager's
hips and buttocks had begun to writhe and squirm in under her.
"Get up on your knees and let me lie down!" she exclaimed
suddenly. "I want to watch Kappy fuck you from behind while you
eat my cunt! Hurry!"
Something vague, yet familiar, both exciting and degradingly
abominable passed through Jean's memory bank, but she could no
longer think intelligently; she merely stared in passion-filled
entrancement, her wet, seething young pussy forcing her
unquestionable decision with its insane desire for fulfillment.
Drunkenly, she tried to get to her knees between the beautiful
woman's long, widespread white legs.
"Hurry ... and lift that luscious young ass higher!" Maggie
rasped licentiously, and Jean did, raising her naked white
buttocks high in the air.
"Come, Kappy! Up! Fuck her, Baby! Fuck her!
Jean felt the weight of the powerful animal leap onto the
sofa behind her, and as her softly hanging young breasts swayed
beneath her chest and her belly quivered uncontrollably, she
looked up at the beautiful raven-haired woman to see her drug-
sparkling eyes gleaming obscenely as she directed the German
shepherd back to her vulnerable white buttocks.
Chapter 14
Jean could not qualify the apprehensive repugnance that
continued to wash through her in helpless waves, even as her
desire for sensual fulfillment raged out of control in her drug-
fogged mind. She sensed the warm animal breath of the sniffing
dog brushing against her intensively inflamed genitals and again
she looked at the taunting older woman who was watching
salaciously with eagerly waiting eyes.
God ... she wanted to scream ... to do anything that might
break the drugged cocoon of lust that was helplessly imprisoning
her ... but then she felt the wet animal nose tease against her
tiny exposed anus, making her jerk uncontrollably forward with the
erotic shock. Abruptly, she sensed Kappi's hot, wet tongue snake
out and lick moistly up and down the smooth, deep crevice
separating her lewdly upraised buttocks. It taunted the tiny
recessed circle of her anal ring, then began licking at the pink,
slightly revealed flesh of her desire-moistened aunt, running the
full length of it, until she sensed Maggie's impatient hand
squeezing her sensitively hanging breast.
"Spread your legs wider apart! Wider, damn it!" the
beautiful lecheress commanded. "Open that young bitch-cunt to
him!"
"Oh ... oh God ... please ... I-I ..."
"Do as I tell your" Maggie snapped, and she did, unable to
help herself.
Again, the massive dog ran its hot, thick tongue the full
length of her young vulnerable loins. He licked all the way up and
down from the snugly clenched little mouth of her rectum to the
hotly flushed lips of her helplessly spread pussy. Time and
again, the great dog repeated the act, its hotly searing tongue
laving through her soft, hair-fringed young cunt lips as if
obscenely trained to the performance, spreading her vaginal slit
open in the tenderest, most sensitive parts until she began to
unrestrainably squirm and writhe her naked buttocks back at his
hungry, animalistic lapping of her helplessly unprotected loins.
Once more, Jean gaped in shamed futility at the nakedly
reclined superintendent, realizing the uselessness of the gesture
even as she did it, angry with her own self in her drugged, mind-
bent world as the exciting sensations the brute was adding to her
already insane lust was beginning to take command of her.
God! She was losing all sense of control! She whimpered
erotically as Kappy again drew his thickly splaying tongue the
full length of her wet, seething cuntal crevice. Unwittingly, she
tried to widen her knees further to open the throbbing pink flesh
between her now voluntarily straining thighs more completely to
him. His ravishing animal tongue thrust wildly through the wetly
flooding flesh, teasing at the mouth of her welcoming vagina and
licking at her helplessly squirming loins mercilessly. Then, she
saw the raven-haired woman drawing her knees all the way back to
her breasts so that her naked, silken-haired cunt and widespread
buttock cheeks were lewdly presented to her.
At that moment, Jean felt the powerful animal mount her from
behind, its hard, furry body crowding in toward her defenselessly
raised buttocks, powerful forelegs clutching like hairy male arms
at the white satiny flesh of her rounded hips. The beautiful
beasts lashing tongue had set her already seething loins afire
with mind-shattering desire and as she turned her head to look
back, she caught their entire obscene reflection in a
strategically placed wall mirror. The sight of the handsome
German shepherd mounting the spread white moons of her smoothly
ovaled buttocks, plus that of the raven-haired older wombats
curvaceous nakedness, her ivory-white thighs pulled back in lewd
presentation of her sensuously moist cunt to be licked and sucked,
sent unbelievable sensations of lascivious carnality racing
through Jean's drug-incited brain and body.
She breathlessly gaped at the sight of Kappy's glistening,
scarlet penis as it emerged from its long sheath, wet and hard,
the drippingly tapered end slipping and dancing as it probed the
damp, pink crevice of her voraciously hungering young cunt. She
felt the strong animal body jerk against the flesh of her softly
yielding buttocks as he tried to penetrate the moist steaming
mouth of her vagina with the thickly pointed shaft of jerking
cock-flesh.
"Reach back and spread your cunt to help him, damn it!"
Maggie rasped lustfully, as she, too, watched with glazed,
rapacious eyes the reflection in the mirror of her own slender,
feminine hand moving down between her obscenely spread thighs to
lewdly work a probing index finger smoothly in and out between the
blood-swollen lips of her moistly contracting cuntal passage.
With an escaping sensual moan, Jean shifted her quivering
white buttocks about in an effort to capture the dog's lengthening
hard cock, the impassioned tension burning inside her mounting to
nearly an unbearable point. Dear God, she wanted ... had to have
the long, thick animal prick inside her seething, moist cunt ...
racing up into her soft, fire-filled belly before she went mad
with her building desire! She reached back between her lewdly
spread thighs, grasping the slippery animal organ, guiding its
pulsating, hot tip to the wetly lubricated mouth of her hungrily
nibbling vagina. She moved it up and down several times to part
the thin blonde pubic hair and immediately the beast thrust
upward, spearing her inflamed cunt-channel open wider and wider as
it buried the long rod of thickened, hard animal penis deep up
into her hotly squirming young cunt hole.
Maggie watched in licentious fascination as the thick scarlet
rod of dog-cock slithered forward with a wet, bestial charge until
it was sunk to the hilt, Kappy's hairy, sperm-bloated balls
swinging wildly into the softness below the young girl's damp,
golden pussy hair.
"Oh God ..!" Jean choked out, her wide green eyes staring
glazedly as the great dog began to fuck jerkily into her from
behind while she subconsciously watched Maggie's several immersed
fingers moving sleekly in and out of her own pink, moistly splayed
cunt. "Ooooohhhh ... oooohhhh ... oooohhhh," she chanted in
sensuous release, beginning to screw her lush young buttocks back
with an obscene rhythm to meet the animal's powerfully long
strokes into her.
Maggie watched in lewd fascination, her slender fingers
pummeling the lubricious raw flesh of her own insatiable pussy,
while her eyes locked on her young prisoner's ecstatically
contorted face, enraptured by the supreme fucking Kappy was giving
her. She watched her full, whitely quivering breasts dancing and
swaying beneath her writhing young torso, keeping cadence with the
huge animal's heavy lengthed cock fucking deeper and deeper into
her from behind, his strong sinewy body smacking and spreading
further apart the soft white moons of her upraised buttocks with
every solid stroke. It was a merciless piston of glistening
animal sinew, sinking to its full depths into her soft, fire-
enraged belly.
Suddenly, Maggie reached down and entwined her long fingers
in Jean's honey-blonde tresses to lustfully press the passion-
crazed girl's lovely face downward between her drawn-up,
widespread thighs into the moistoned, hair-fringed flesh of her
burning loins, feeling the unhesitant teenager's hot, wet tongue
begin to lick voraciously at the glistening, velvety folds of her
widely splayed cunt ... the lush softness of her ovaled lips
sucking wildly at her erect, tiny clitoris. Then, the length of
the lust-incited girl's searing little tongue darted feverishly up
into her clasping vaginal hole, slashing, swirling, sucking ...
while Maggie felt her young, hot breaths coming in tight gasps
against her sensitive, inner cunt flesh, all of the time rotating
her luscious white ass cheeks furiously, grinding them back onto
Kappy's massive cock like a bitch animal in heat.
Damn, it was more than she had ever conceived in her
lecherous mind; the breathtaking young Venus had lost all control,
and at that moment was little more than a deranged mass of
sensually perspiring female flesh. The lewdly erotic sight was
more than Maggie could any longer stand. Her own climax was about
to erupt inside her from the beautiful mouthing of her screaming
hot cunt that the ecstasy-maddened girl was administering. She
tossed back her beautiful head in an unrestrainable spasm, wailing
deeply as the bubble burst and waves of orgasmic pleasure rocketed
through her insatiable loins and belly, causing her long shapely
legs to jerk out spasmodically on either side of Jean's golden
head buried deep between her quaking white thighs.
Abruptly, Jean lifted her sensuously slackened face to cry
out a guttural sound from deep in her own chest. Her glazed green
eyes grew round and wide as she blurted: "Ooohhhh Godddd ... I
can't stand it! I-It's too much ... too much!" And her voice
died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her head tossing
wildly from side to side, her long blonde hair flailing crazily as
she began the first convulsions of climax, screwing her wildly
undulating buttocks back onto the driving, long, thick animal cock
with wanton depravity.
Maggie watched in the mirror, reveling in her triumph over
the rebellious young bitch as Kappy's long dripping tongue hung
loosely from the open mouth of his head, panting and dropping
saliva onto the white satiny flesh of Jean's smoothly hollowed
back, while the beast fucked with savage fury into her insanely
contorting buttocks from behind. Then, Jean shrieked and slammed
her lush, rounded ass back against the assaulting animal with a
desperate, frantic jerk as simultaneously the brute thrust forward
and his massive cock began to spew its heated animal sperm deep up
into her desperately constricting belly with long hard spurts.
Again, the blonde teenager screamed, her smoothly tautened
white ass cheeks beginning to contract convulsively while Maggie
watched the mirror to see the combination animal-human, thick cum
seep licentiously from her tightly clenching cunt-mouth, which was
still clasping and milking Kappy's slowly deflating cock, thin
rivulets of the sticky white fluid running obscenely down the
velvety-sleek columns of her inner thighs. At last, she collapsed
on top of Maggie's loins, giving one last gasping sigh of release
before fainting ...
The victoriously smiling superintendent ran her hand through
the entangled mass of silky, golden hair and smiled possessively
down at her. "You luscious little bitch," she whispered to
herself. "And that was just the beginning ... Before I'm
finished with you, you'll like pussy so much you'll even beg to
eat old Seybor's cunt ..."
Chapter 15
It was not a week since Carol Heath had excitedly informed
her twenty-six year old husband that what they had learned by
whispered rumor was actually so: there was such an organization as
the Spaxtons and their boss, Max Keele, was undoubtedly an
important cog in its existence and operation. In fact, the
supposition of the so-called social club---an under-the-breath
tale whispered in notable circles of power and influence, with
elaborate tributaries of extra-curricular sexual activities as a
potent part of the club's secret ritual---had been their basic
reason for migration from the capital to seeking positions in the
State Juvenile Detention System.
They had come well recommended from their last positions in
the capital, and the handsome Max Keele, Director of Juvenile
Correction, had not hesitated to hire them on their merits: Jack
as a parole officer and she as the Director's personal and private
secretary, a capacity she had learned that very afternoon was not
without its arousing compensations. Although she had felt quite
confident from the very beginning that she could lure her good-
looking, gray-haired boss into making a pass, Carol had not
anticipated the inciting sensual effect his athletic, if middle-
aged, masculinity was about to have on her. God, she'd had all
she could do to keep from giving herself to him right there in his
office! But somehow she had managed to retain control of her
wits, remembering that it was the bid into the Spaxtons for Jack
and her that she sought ... where lawyers became judges overnight,
and men were even chosen as gubernatorial nominees, a powerful
circle which could make the difference in one's entire ambitious
future ... to say nothing of its sexual delights.
Moving dutifully from bath to bedroom of their apartment as
she rinsed out personal things to occupy herself while she waited
for her late-working husband, the vivacious, twenty-two year old
wife could not rid her mind of the handsome and powerful Max
Keele, nor the way he had held her when he'd kissed her that
afternoon, his heavy virile hardness pressuring hotly against the
soft yielding flesh of her quivering belly. God, she had only to
think of it and she could feel the warm moisture dampening the
thin nylon strip of her panties between her legs. An erotic
little shiver passed over her voluptuous young body beneath the
sheer black negligee she wore, causing her supple curves to ripple
enticingly even in the hampering wisp of lacy bra and bikini
panties. Subconsciously, she brushed her long strawberry blonde
hair behind her shoulders, seated herself at the vanity and
prepared to do her nails ... anything to occupy her mind.
She just hoped that she wouldn't seem to over-enthusiastic
when she informed her husband that they were invited for dinner at
the Keele's tomorrow night, and without coming right out and
blatantly saying as much, her politically powerful employer had
given her to understand what was to be expected of them, if they
hoped to get a membership bid into the secret organization. It
was obviously a matter of "proving their mettle" first, as the
ruggedly handsome Director had put it with a sly, meaningful
smile; yet he had never so much as verified the existence of the
Spaxtons, but merely suggested that he felt certain the beautiful
Mrs. Keele would enjoy Jack's company as fervidly as he would her
own.
Once more, a tiny shiver of erotic incitement rippled over
Carol's curvaceously enchanting young body. She smiled to
herself, thinking that in the three years of their marriage she
had never been able to hide from Jack her natural exuberance that
choice excitement aroused in her ... and Max Keele had provoked
such stimulation. Not that swapping was a new thing to them; it
had, in fact, been the hidden factor that had saved their marriage
when after the first month they had both been ready to go separate
ways. Their introduction into a small neighborhood "exchange"
club in the capital had practically cured all of their marital
differences, letting them focus their combined energies on one
shared goal ... the ambition to reach the top ... and now it
looked very much as if they were about to resolve that situation.
Her lovely self-smile broadened as she recalled the night a
week before when she had breathlessly told her good-looking young
husband that she at last had discovered proof of the Spaxtons
existence. He had worked late, much longer than usual chasing
down a calloused, habitual runaway girl who had chosen to violate
her probation from the Home after two weeks, and he'd been very
tired. He'd welcomed the stiff bourbon-soda she concocted for him
while he loosened his tie and collar, stretching out in his
favorite chair. With head resting back, he had watched her,
dressed in her usual negligee over panties and bra ensemble, fold
down into one corner of the sofa, tucking her feet beneath her,
the tiny lights in her blue eyes obviously making her look like
the cat that ate the canary.
He half-grinned over at her and said, "Okay, carrot-top,
let's hear it before you explode."
She couldn't hold back her little giggle. "All right," she'd
answered enthusiastically, "and brace yourself, honey. I heard
Max Keele talking to old Judge McGraw on the phone today, and he
mentioned the Spaxtons ... something about their next meeting!
So, we were right ... the organization does exist and Max Keele is
a member ... probably the most important member!"
"So ...? Not to belittle your information, baby," Jack had
casually replied, "but we were already fairly certain of that
fact, weren't we ...?
"Fairly certain, but not positive, darling," she'd reminded
him. "Now, we are!"
He had nodded, realizing that she was right. Prior to this,
they had been acting on supposition only. Her little smile of
excitement had been contagious and he couldn't withhold his own in
response.
"What else did you accidentally hear with those shell-like
ears, Mrs. Heath?" he teased, drinking from his glass.
She had managed a habitual pout. "Not much, I'm afraid.
There's to be a meeting soon, but I don't know where or when."
She had bolted from the sofa and gone over to drop onto her knees
between his stretched-out, spread legs, resting her chin on
clasped hands and looking up at him. "Oh ... Mr. Keele chucked me
under the chin rather suggestively as he was leaving the office,
and I caught him looking at my legs a half-dozen times ... if
either of those incidents might interest you, my ambitious
husband."
"Mmmmmmm," he'd mumbled, letting his brow furrow
intentionally. "Flitting your bottom around the place, I suspect
... trying to drum up a little attention. Well, don't think you
were the only one being scrutinized. The beautiful Madam
Superintendent dropped by while you were out for coffee, and I was
suggestively given the once-over."
"Really? I didn't know," she had said, an uncontrollable
twinge of jealousy spiraling through her. "S-She is actually
beautiful, isn't she?"
"Quite ... and like the battery, 'Eveready' I'd guess."
For a long moment she had said nothing. There was no room
for jealousy in their mutual arrangement, she knew; only honesty
was the prime requisite ... no hanky-panky without letting the
other know, and certainly it had proved to be a beautiful
relationship. She had forced the little green-eyed monster back
into its mental cage and filled her mind with their prospective
future.
"God ..." she had whispered, a touch of avarice replacing her
jealousy of the moment before. "Do ... do you really think we can
do it, Jack...? I mean, get a bid to join? You know what it can
mean for you. I-It isn't as if we haven't gone the swinging route
before ... and thoroughly enjoyed it. In fact ... I miss the old
gang terribly, don't you?"
Her tired young husband had laughed, obviously noting the
sudden caressing movements of her hands along his inner thighs
toward the concealed flaccid member inside his trousers. She had
sat there all evening, sipping at sherry and reliving erotic
memories with mutual friends who had hated to see them leave the
capital, and imagining more exciting and productive visions to
come, if and should, they be able to crack the Spaxton barrier.
After all, that had been their basic reason for resettling, hadn't
it?
In answer to her questions, he had said: "In the order they
came, Baby: yes, I believe we can get a bid ... providing you
continue to taunt big Max with that luscious, rounded ass of yours
... and I do know what it can mean for me ... for both of us,
doll. As for the swinging route, I miss the old gang as much as
you do ... but Maggie Keele could help fill that void with very
little effort on her part. Okay? Questions answered?"
"Pretty well ... except I want to know if you miss Diane
Hudson that much?" she had put to him, pouting once more.
He had laughed at her teasingly. "No more than you miss Jim,
I'll wager."
"That much?" she'd taunted, letting her big blue eyes widen
even more while her hand began to stroke his stiffening penis
inside his pants. And God, what a beautiful night of love-making
that had been, she remembered as she meticulously buffed her long,
well manicured nails.
Still, she couldn't recall when any man since Jack had so
aroused her as the handsome Director of Correction. Lord, and he
had to be old enough to be her father ... at least fifty; yet
there was something in the dominating way he carried himself that
had set little tingles glowing inside her since the first day she
had walked into his once. And that afternoon they had all
culminated into one electrifying jolt which had nearly caused her
to lose all control ...
Of course, she had brought it onto herself with her continual
little seductive acts and actions, the short miniskirts and
revealing blouses she wore, all of it being a part of Jack and her
scheme to lure the big man into making a pass, a task she had
performed with much inner relish. What she hadn't counted on was
the over-whelming virility of the massive man and the manner in
which it had nearly melted her inside. She still wasn't quite
sure how she had managed to out-maneuver the handsome creature
whose big, hot hands had her almost out of her mind ... nor
whether she should tell Jack the whole truth his tremendous
sensual effect on her. God, she certainly didn't want to spoil
everything for them now that they had gotten this far ... and
especially before the dinner party tomorrow night. And her
wonderful young husband wasn't beyond his jealousy moments either
... especially when he thought that her feelings might go beyond
their agreed limits of an extracurricular sex party ...
She had been in Max Keele's private office looking through
his files for some papers he had specifically requested, while he
sat behind his huge desk watching her from across the room.
Naturally, she hadn't been unaware of his steel-gray eyes
methodically undressing her as she pretended to lose herself in
her search, ignoring his presence outwardly, while inside, tiny
fermentations of growing excitement began to thump slowly, like a
heartbeat, through her young belly and loins. It was almost as if
she could intuitively perceive that the exact time for a most
fetching piece of strategy was at hand, and accordingly, without
allowing herself a moment to reconsider, she closed the upper
drawer and bent down to pull open the lowest one. Then, without
losing her young lady-like grace, she squatted on her haunches,
her tiny miniskirt bunched up almost to the sweeping arch of her
rounded hips, the thin band of her sheer nylon panties between her
legs and the satiny-white flesh of her full soft thighs above the
silken sheen of hose on peekaboo display before the big man's
lecherously staring eyes.
Exactly what happened from that point, Carol was not certain.
Abruptly, Max Keele moved with an unexpected agility from behind
his desk, and then he was closing and locking the one door that
led from the ornate, high-ceilinged room to her small office. She
hardly dared to look up, let alone raise herself out of her
provocative, intentionally assumed position, both apprehension and
maddening anticipation mounting rapidly within her. He was over
her then, his big, powerful hands reaching down from behind to
take hold of her beneath the arms and lift her as if she were
weightless. He turned her about effortlessly, crushing her to him
inside his strong arms, flattening her full thrusting young
breasts against his massive chest as his hot mouth came down to
engulf her tongue-moistened, lush lips.
"Ohhhh!" she had gasped the moment he raised his handsome
mouth from hers and she caught her breath, her soft belly and
loins alive with intensively aroused sensations. "I-I don't un-
understand, Mr. Keele ... What are you doing...?"
"The hell you don't!" he whispered raspily down into her
flushed face. "You've flaunted this luscious ass of yours before
my eyes just about long enough," he added, smoothing his huge, hot
hands down her back to unhesitantly cup and massage the rounded
twin moons of her resilient, trembling buttocks. "Now, I'm going
to have some of it, baby ... a great big juicy piece of it!"
"But ... oh please, Mr. Keele ... ohhhh..." Carol had
protested, and not without a good measure of sincerity. As much
as this was the very situation both she and Jack had luridly hoped
to produce, she realized that to give in to him then and there
might well be the end of it all for them ... like playing her
highest trump card too early in the hand. Yet even though she
perceived this in a racing maze of thought patterns, the near-
irresistible influence of his enveloping masculinity as he held
her crushed tightly against him, kissing her at will while the
long, thick hardness of his stiffening penis pressed into the
soft, yielding flesh of her trembling belly and fervidly
moistening loins, was rapidly destroying her capacity to think
straight. "Oh ... oh please ... we shouldn't ... no ... not
here..." she gasped as his huge, hot hands smoothed their way up
in under her tiny skirt from behind to caress and knead the sheer
nylon-covered spheres of her full, firm buttocks, clutching them
tightly and forcing her churning, pliant belly, loins, and flushed
thighs tighter against the growing heat of his pulsating rod of
thick hardness.
Again, he kissed her, thrusting his hot, wet tongue between
her ripe, half-opened lips and into the receptive cavern of her
mouth to find her own in a moist, lingual caress. Simultaneously,
he moved one busy hand around to wedge between them while he held
her secured against him with the other. Carol gasped into his
mouth when she felt his huge, warm hand moving between the naked
flesh of her soft, tingling thighs to first stroke then cup the
entire puffy area of the dampened hair-fringed genitals between
her legs, gently squeezing and massaging her flushed vaginal lips.
She felt like a toy in his arms, and before she could protest
further, she sensed one long, thick finger worm its way beneath
the thin nylon crotch-band of her wispy panties to slip up through
the now lubriciously sensitive flesh of her pussy crevice, sending
spasms of wild sensations racing through her voluptuous young body
to her brain as he skillfully taunted her tiny, erect clitoris.
"Oh ... oh my God!" she choked breathlessly, her arms wrapped
tightly around his neck as he continued to tease and stroke her
hot, wet cunt with his lewdly working fingers ... at last, moving
down to worm its long, thick length smoothly up into the clasping,
moist channel of her tingling vagina. "Ooooohhhh ... no ... you
mustn't, d-darling...! N-Noooo ... not here ... like this ...!"
"What the hell do you mean ... not here like this?" Max Keele
hissed in a deep, lust-filled voice, the feel of her velvety
seething cuntal flesh clasping wetly around his imbedded middle
finger causing the lengthy thickness of his hardened cock to begin
pulsating achingly against the supple flesh of her quivering
little belly. "What're you trying to pull, baby ... some sort of
cock-tease game? Because if you are, you've chosen the wrong guy,
eh? You teasing little bitch I'm going to fuck that sweet cunt of
yours until you can't see straight!"
"Oh ... oh, my God!" Carol whimpered in mounting
helplessness, his use of the sensually inciting four-letter words
arousing her unrestrainable desire even more, until subconsciously
she realized that she had unconsciously slackened her thighs for
him and was undulating her sensuously trembling buttocks in
uncontrollable response to the thickly buried finger in her warmly
stimulated vagina. "Please ... please ... I didn't mean to ..."
"Oh yes you did," her handsome, middle-aged employer
interrupted her panting words while he continued to smoothly
finger her passion-moistened, dilated cuntal passage and she
writhingly squirmed with ungovernable sensuality in his
imprisoning arms. "And this isn't the first time you've given me
the come-on Mrs. Heath. I've watched you toss this beautiful
little ass around the office now for weeks ... and the goddamned
see-through blouses just barely hiding those gorgeous tits. Come
on, what is it you want ... and what did you expect me to do, if
not just what I'm doing?"
It was at that lustfully intoxicating moment that she had
realized he could throw her down on the rug and fuck her then and
there if he wanted, that she hadn't the power to resist him. Her
erotically fired young body was alive with maddening sensations
racing through her from his long, thick finger fucking into her
hot, wet pussy with unbelievable pleasure-bringing skill, and the
licentious desire to reach down and release his hidden male cock,
to stroke and caress it in her small, soft hand, was almost
unbearable. Yet, somehow she had resisted the almost overwhelming
urge, the prime reasoning behind her little wanton seduction
flitting again and again through her sensuously infused brain.
God, she had to think of Jack! She loved him ... and what she was
doing was for them both! Mustn't make a mistake ... ruin their
whole future...
"Well ...?" the big man hissed hotly down at her while he
continued to finger fuck her enchantedly receptive, wet pussy, at
the same time slipping his other big hand inside the waist band of
her tiny bikini panties to smooth down over the naked satiny flesh
of her full, rounded white buttocks, his hot finger tracing the
deep crevice separating them down to the snug little hairless
mouth of her puckered anus.
"Oh ... oh ... oohhhh ..." she had chanted moaningly to his
lewd and lecherous fingering and stroking of her secret genitals,
while she frantically struggled to regain her wits. "Please ...
I-I love Jack ... don't you see?"
The big man made a mocking little laugh. "And I love my
Maggie, baby ... so what? That doesn't mean that I'm going to let
you get away from-me ... at least, not until I've emptied my balls
up in this tight little cunt of yours."
His lust-firing words were like added fuel to the passionate
flames raging inside her. Still, she couldn't let him ... not yet
... not this way...! "I-I know, Mr. Keele ... and I want you to
... but ... but ..."
"But ...? But what, goddammit? What do you want? Name it
...!" he rasped gutturally.
"The ... the Spaxtons ... Jack and I ... we want to be
members," she had blurted, all pretense suddenly cast aside.
Remembering, Carol recalled the void that had crept into her
belly when for a long moment the big handsome Director seemed to
freeze, his lewdly working digits stilling both inside her
excitedly wet vaginal passage and between the finger-spread mounds
of her naked white buttocks. God, she had made a mistake, she'd
felt sure ... and then, he had smiled lecherously down at her, his
steel-gray eyes gleaming salaciously.
"So ..." he said half under his breath. "I think I detect a
bit of greedy ambition in your voice, baby ... and that's not to
say that I know what you're talking about. Spaxtons ...? What
are the Spaxtons?"
"Oh please, Mr. Keele," she had begged, her keen mental
processes making a rapid recovery. "Don't try to make a fool of
me. I-I know you can help us ..."
"Does your husband know about this?"
"Y-Yes."
The big man had stared at her for a breathless time. "And
does he know the price ... or do you?"
She nodded. "Y-Yes ... and we're both ready to pay it ...
but not this way ... here in the office."
His lecherous eyes had narrowed, a deeper gleam of eager lust
burning within them. Slowly, as a wave of disappointing denial
washed through her passionately aroused body, she sensed his
fingers slipping from inside her hot, moist pussy and away from
her still excitedly trembling buttocks, until at last he had
completely released her, backing several steps away.
"You don't know how hard that was to do, Carol baby," he
rasped, licking at his mouth with the tip of his tongue. "But I'm
going to take you at your word ... and it better be good."
"It will be, darling," she answered quickly. "I promise ..."
"We'll see," he said, letting off a long sigh. "Tomorrow
night, you and Jack join us for dinner at our place. Cocktails at
seven ... Later, Maggie and I will let you prove your mettle ..."
Carol tossed aside her manicuring implements and arose from
the vanity, the effects of the sensual memory rekindling her
curvaceous young body with yet unsatiated desire. God, why didn't
Jack come home? He'd better hurry, or she might just have to
resort to other methods of release, she thought, smiling inwardly
as she went into the living room, poured herself a sherry and
folded down into her favorite corner of the sofa to wait. And
then, once more she began to relive the lust-firing excitement of
the afternoon with Max Keele, and speculate in trembling
anticipation on the more promising ones to come at the dinner
party ...
Chapter 16
Had it not been for the virile presence of the rather gaunt,
good-looking Jack Heath, Maggie Keele felt certain that his
voluptuous young strawberry blonde wife could fulfill her
libidinous cravings to no end. She was a vivacious beauty, the
raven-haired woman appraised, but there would be opportunities
later to get at her. Tonight, she felt very much in need of a
virile man's body, and what made it more enticing was that her
chosen partner was obviously as eager as was she. All through
cocktails and dinner his keen, discerning eyes had warmly played
with her own, the expressive smile on his handsomely chiseled face
assuring her that she was not going to be sorry. But then, she
never was, any more than was her equally lecherous husband who was
pouring the absinthe behind their luxurious rumpus room bar, while
Carol Heath in her provocative mini thing stood on the opposite
side watching him.
"Carol has very beautiful legs," Maggie huskily commented to
the girl's young husband seated close beside her on one of the
many sofas appointing the vast playroom. Gently, she lay her
soft, slender hand on his upper thigh, feeling him tense as she
began tiny little suggestive strokes.
His large, bony hand quickly moved to cover hers with a
meaningful little squeeze. "And so do you, Mrs. Keele..."
"Maggie ... remember?" she smiled over at him, reminding him
of their four-way mutual accord to immediately drop formalities.
"What was it Max said ...? He couldn't imagine anything worse
than going to bed with a woman he had to call Mrs. ...?"
Jack Heath made a tight little chuckle. He had yet to find
himself at ease with the open callousness of their arrangement; in
fact, he still wasn't quite sure how Carol had inveigled into it
so easily the night before ... and then he remembered their wild
lovemaking session and reasoned that she probably could have sold
him the Brooklyn Bridge had she wanted to. He'd never seen her so
damned wanton ... nor with her determined, stubborn mind so set on
anything as this dinner ... dinner, hell ... swap party was the
only proper tag for this arrangement. And not that they hadn't
enjoyed the game many, many times before with the gang in the
capitol, but there was something about the blatant lecherous
attitudes of these two older, fascinatingly arousing people that
wouldn't allow him to loosen up. Even so, he knew he was going to
go through with it ... had to, really, for this was what both
Carol and he had been plotting toward ... only he wished to hell
he could shake off the damned jealous sensation plaguing him ...
The severely beautiful woman beside him said some trivial
thing then while she continued to suggestively stroke his upper
thigh with her warm little hand beneath his own, and he verbally
answered her in kind, though his eyes were fastened on his lovely
long-haired wife who was staring upward into the rugged, handsome
face of the almost lewdly smiling Max Keele. They were crossing
the room toward them, Carol carrying a small try of milky,
yellowish appearing drinks, while the big man made no efforts
toward secrecy as he walked with his arm around her, his huge hand
openly cupping and massaging her firm, braless young breast.
"The real stuff, Jack," Max Keele said as Carol held the tray
for them to take their glasses. "Made from the wormwood, and
damned hard to come by, I might add."
"But Daddy has all the proper connections, don't you,
darling?" Maggie put in, immediately drinking half of hers, her
little smile suggesting a certain discontent that gave Jack an
unpleasant feeling. Christ, she was a provocative creature, and
he knew damned well he was going to blow his mind fucking her, but
it occurred to him that she would make a vicious enemy. This, on
top of the unrestrainable wave of jealousy gnawing at his guts at
the sight of their mutual boss openly fondling his wife's erect
young breast, caused him to tip up his glass and nearly drain the
licorice-tasting contents. Christ, the least he could do was wait
until they were all enjoying a little privacy ... the lecherous
bastard! ...
"And now, how about a little stimulating entertainment," the
luridly grinning Director offered, leading Carol to a separate
sofa so that all were in plain view of each other. Then, the big
man walked to a large TV set and switched it on. Carol looked
over at her husband and winked, a little smile of sensuous
anticipation unhideable on her lovely face, as if she were pleased
that everything was going according to plan.
Jesus Christ, for two cents he'd call the whole trigging
thing off and storm out of there dragging her by that goddamned
beautiful hair of hers!
Abruptly, his angered thought-train was uncoupled by the
picture covering the large screen, but before anyone had a chance
to dwell on it, Max switched channels several times, each scene
showing young girls in uniform, or different stages of undress,
voices and clatter coming distinctly through the sound system. It
was a long moment before Jack realized that what he was viewing
was not a film, but quite live and by some of the candid language
the girls were using, definitely unsuspected. Christ, it was the
girl's detention home not five hundred yards away! Keele must
have hidden cameras strategically placed there and a closed
circuit TV! The lecherous son-of-a ...!
Again, Jack's thoughts were interrupted as the big Director
finally settled on the first channel once more, the screen clearly
etched with the erotic naked figures of two young inmates under a
shower, enjoying the pleasure of soaping one another's
curvaceously exposed bodies, each taking her turn as slave to the
other.
"Well, it seems that we're going to witness something unique
in the art of masturbation, darling," Maggie leaned close and
whispered, her dark onyx eyes sparkling excitedly.
Jack felt her warm, eager hand inching closer to his cock
which was rapidly stiffening inside his pants from both her lewd
little caresses and the lust-stimulating performance unfolding on
the screen. He watched in an almost mesmerized fascination,
hardly aware that Maggie had taken his arm and slipped it around
her, and totally unconscious of the fact that Max Keele had
grasped Carol by the hand to lead off somewhere.
Christ, he could almost feel the softly stroking, sudsy hands
of the voluptuous, naked redhead as she sensuously bathed the
taller, dark-haired young beauty's smooth whitely glistening
contours, teasingly massaging the girl's upthrusting young breasts
until the tiny, wine-red nipples were as hard as ripe berries.
Then, she moved in closer until their youthful bodies were pressed
tightly to one another, their hash breasts flattening against
their chests, and as they kissed open-mouthed, the redhead
smoothed her small, foam covered hands down the other's ribs and
slender waist, over the sweeping arch of her hips to tenderly
stroke the dark-haired girl's nakedly accepting buttocks.
"Damn!" Jack gasped out as he watched the smaller girl lewdly
spread apart the twin ovaled mounds to gently slip a probing
finger between and erotically stroke the girl's tight little anus.
"Yes, darling ... I know what you mean," Maggie whispered
hotly, her own lesbianistic drives lustfully aroused by the two
she recognized as Sandy Jarvis, sixteen, and Carla Montez, an
eighteen year old prostitute. Well had she enjoyed both of the
young bitches' delightful tendencies, as had her lecherous husband
time and again, but this night she was more concerned with the
attributes of the handsome young male beside her. She had watched
Max quietly lead his lovely young wife from the room to their
luxurious bedroom for the first round, as planned ... and now, it
was her move. "And I'm getting just a little bit jealous of the
way you're ogling them ... with me sitting right here beside you
just waiting ..."
Though he hardly heard her words, Jack responded with a grunt
of sensation when he felt Maggie's small hand gently grasp, then
begin to outline the long, thick length of his hardened cock in
his pants. Again, he cursed lightly under his breath, then drew
the beautiful older woman to him, kissing her hotly as his eager,
aroused hands smoothed over the perfect, high-set mounds of her
full, braless breasts and she continued to stroke his throbbing
length of blood-engorged penile flesh with a sensuous knowing
touch.
Out of the corner of his eye, while their moistly heated
tongues locked in oral embrace, Jack saw the redheaded, naked
young girl drop to her knees before the taller beauty, and while
the latter spread her lovely long legs and ground her pelvis
obscenely forward, the other in her kneeling position gently
pressed open with her thumbs the youthful brunette's curl-fringed
cunt lips to expose its glistening, pink inner flesh. Abruptly,
the lewdly kneeling red-head nuzzled her face into the salaciously
open softness between her thighs, her tiny pink tongue extended to
slither and lash hotly in the other's velvety, wet cuntal crevice.
Maggie beautiful head blocked his view at that point as she
squirmed around on top of the young blonde's husband where they
sat, her lush mouth still glued to his, her working hand
continuing to stroke and massage his hardened pulsating cock with
wanton hunger. Christ, her lips and intoxicating breath were like
the absinthe he'd drunk ... rare vintage. Her long-lashed, onyx
eyes opened to look hungrily at him, and he swept his exploring
hand over her firmly erect, satin-smooth breast. She had squirmed
around until she was partially lying across his lap and he didn't
need a program to know that she didn't have a damned thing on
beneath the short black cocktail dress she wore. She half-raised
her legs at the knees, then, revealing the enticing sight of her
full white thighs ... and a ravenish wisp of soft, silken cunt
hair! He swallowed tightly, all other thoughts suddenly
obliterated from his mind, only the pink oval of her mouth and
tongue between her beautifully even white teeth were real as he
raised his head to break their kiss ... and then he was kissing
her again and again ... kissing her hungrily while his hand
fondled and kneaded the resilient white flesh of her full, warm
breasts inside her dress ...
"Squeeze them, Jack darling!" Maggie whispered huskily.
"Squeeze them tight ... I love to have my tits squeezed and bit!
Do ... do you like to bite a girl's titties, lover?"
Jack couldn't answer her ... could not even speak! He tried
but nothing came! Christ, he'd never known a woman quite like
her. She had to be at least a dozen years older than he, and
there was something mind-bending in that thought alone ... fucking
a woman that much older than himself. Yet, it gave him a
hellishly inadequate feeling, too; she'd probably forgotten more
about the art of sex than he would ever learn, and he couldn't
afford to blow this scene. Damn, the sound and feel of her voice,
the hot fragrance of her nectarous breath along with the meaning
of her lust-inciting question, set his cock into a pounding
hardness that left him half-panting.
The lascivious warm tits she spoke of were unbelievable ...
so goddamned erect and full, with waxen-like, hardened cherry-
nipples capping the ivory, spherical flesh, hard like smooth
marbles, and she began to squirm on top of him, her nearly naked,
yielding buttocks writhing down onto his swollen length of
pulsating cock-flesh.
"Damn, let's get these clothes off!" he choked out hoarsely.
"Mmmmm, yes ... Let's get beautifully naked, darling," she
sensually whispered, continuing to undulate her full, rounded twin
mounds in tiny lewd circles down against his still growing cock.
"It feels so hard and big pressed against my ass. Oh God, I want
to see it and hold it, lover ... to kiss and suck it ..."
"Jesus Christ!" Jack gasped, as suddenly she was up off of
him and pulling him to his feet before she backed away and with
tantalizing slowness, raised the black dress over her head,
completely revealing her breathtaking, white voluptuousness; then,
as he stood there, she folded down onto the sofa into a spread-
eagle position to smile wantonly up at him.
"Undress for me, darling!" she whispered in her hot, smoky
voice. "I want to watch you!"
He gaped down at her naked statuesque loveliness, his lust-
fired eyes playing greedily over her deliciously sculptured
contours, ripples of incredulous, seething desire charging through
him. Christ, he couldn't remember when a female had so set him
off. He drank in the staggering beauty of her naked body,
watching her writhing sensuously as she lay stretched out in lewd
anticipation before him. He'd already discovered the enchantment
of her magnificently full thrusting breasts, and now he stared at
the erotic arch of her ivory sheered hips leading downward to the
delectable sweep of long, perfectly shaped thighs and legs. They
were spread apart in lurid invitation and he could clearly see
through the soft entanglements of darkened pubic curls to the
fleshy pinkness of her vaginal crevice, her excitement obvious in
the tiny dewdrops of seeping moisture glistening there.
"Damn ..." he hissed. "You're the most sexually inviting
creature ever seen!"
"Mmmmm, God, darling ... I know I'm going to love you!
Please ... don't say any more ... just hurry and undress!" she
whispered throatily, her smoothly rounded hips continuing to
licentiously undulate as if of their own volition, her ravishing
eyes seeming to glaze in their mounting passion.
Enraptured, Jack began pulling at his clothes while she
watched in lecherous captivation as he removed everything, even
his socks and shoes before dropping his shorts which were
inadequately trying to contain the swollen bulge of his rock-
hardened cock. She raised up and leaned forward on an elbow, her
eyes fixed lustfully on his hairy loins as he made the unveiling.
"Oh God!" she gasped with breathless awe at the long, thick
rigidity of cock flesh jutting out from his lean, hair-covered
pelvis. She stared at the throbbing, blood-inflated head, her
tiny pink tongue passionately moistening her parted, red-rimmed
lips. Yes, yes! He was the one she had been patiently waiting
for ... tall, handsome and virile ... with a magnificent, strong
young cock that she would teach him how to use! "It-It's
beautiful! Oh lover, lover ... bring it here to me," she
whimpered, moving her head toward him to meet it as he approached
and stood in his stark nakedness before and above her.
Jack felt a jolting spasm of erotic sensation charge over his
hot flesh as she gently let his now aching cock rest in the soft,
warm palm of her hand, slowly encircling her graceful fingers
around its pulsating thickness and sliding the heavy outer skin to
and from her, her other hand moving between his tremoring thighs
to cup and weigh his sperm-bloated balls tenderly; then, he saw
her little pink tongue dart out to lick at the small split at its
tip, catching the few seminal drops which had seeped out in his
building lust.
He grunted aloud at the mind-shattering contact of her
moistened little tongue with the desire aroused nerves of his
blood-inflated cockhead, and then once more when she drew it
gently toward her, opening her softly moistened lips to take it
slowly but continuously into the hot, wet shelter of her beautiful
mouth, her eager tongue beginning a titillating, smooth swirling
motion as she kept sucking it in ... in ... in ... until he gaped
in amazement as almost all of his throbbing rod of thick hardness
disappeared between her ardently working lips. At last, and just
seconds before he desperately feared he was going to blow his load
right then and there, she withdrew her head with tormenting
slowness, her hot ovaled mouth sucking to its very tip and off ...
then, she rolled onto her back, her gorgeous, naked white body
spreading licentiously open to him.
"Now, lover, now! Come down here and fuck me to death with
that huge, wonderful cock!" she breathed wantonly up at him.
"Goddamn!" Jack blurted, the lewd four-letter word coming
from her lushly glistening lips and firing his passion even more.
He didn't hesitate, but dropped onto the sofa, partially on top of
her, his gaunt hand smoothing excitedly over her white, satin-like
flesh from her hip to her now excitedly heaving breast, kneading,
cupping, stroking, his feverishly, wet mouth finding hers, his
probing tongue exploring the still poignant taste of his own cock
there, adding hotly to his crazily mounting lust.
"You're the darling I've been waiting for, lack Heath!"
Maggie whispered possessively. "Not only will you be my own
private lover, but I'm going to make you the most powerful man in
this state! You and I together ... all the way to the political
top, darling! Do you want that ...?"
Jack's desire-fogged brain reeled. What she had said hardly
registered, and what had penetrated made little or no sense
whatever. Max Keele was the most powerful man in the state ...
her husband ... who at that very moment had to be somewhere in the
house with his own Carol ... and Christ, he could care less what
they were doing! "Right now, all I want is you!" he rasped hotly
down at her, fervidly smoothing his big hand over the satin-like
ivory skin of her warm, flat belly, and beyond to the silky, hair-
covered mound swelling into the sensitive, fleshy lips of her
hotly aroused cunt. He traced his fingers along their pink, hair-
lined separation, following the hot, dampened crevice downward
between her spread full thighs to the smooth, deep fissure her
lushly rounded buttocks formed, while she gasped continuously up
into his face from the licentious sensations it set off inside
her.
He ground his interminable growing cock against her outer
thigh and hip while he caressed and explored the intimate secrets
of her voluptuous, naked cunt, his brain spinning with the
incredible, lust-firing excitement of her. Suddenly, she had his
throbbing cock in the softness of her tightly curling hand. Her
mouth found his ... wide open ... she was eating his face ...
sucking and nibbling at his tongue ... trying to maneuver him
completely on top of her between her widely spread thighs ...
wanting his aching hot hardness inside her warm, wet pussy!
He responded, slithering over her to cradle himself between
her yawning legs, slipping his hands beneath her shoulders and
smoothing them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He felt
the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she
undulated her whole sensually excited body up against his in a
slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her long feminine muscles
rippled lightly beneath the satinish, milk-white skin, indicating
a vigorous, hidden strength that intrigued him. The tenseness of
the cords in her inner thighs pressed against his hips, and he
thought of how those magnificent legs would grip and hold him once
he'd thrust his pulsating cock deep up into her hot, quivering
belly ...
"Oh God ... you're something else, Jack Heath! I love your
body!" she whispered hotly, biting at his lips and grinding the
yielding little bowl of her soft belly tightly up to him. Her
hands stroked their way to his lean, taut buttocks, her nails
raking him there, moving upward the length of his hack in a
similar pattern. "You're all mine from this night on, lover!
Totally mine!" she hissed into his ear. "Do you understand that,
darling?"
"Right now, I'm not certain if I understand much of
anything!" he countered in a raspy voice, then kissed her open,
panting mouth, her nose, her eyes.
"You'll before this night is over ... know that what I want,
I take, lover ... and I want you like this ... your hard, thick
cock and young jism-filled balls ... all of you ... every night,
every night!" she hissed in uncontrollable passion. "Now do you
understand?"
He stared down at her, his brain whirling lustfully. "I know
that I'm going to fuck you right out of your beautiful head ...
you luscious bitch!" he gasped between clenched teeth.
"Oh my God! Yes ... yes! Do it! Fuck me crazy! Make me
beg! Shove that wonderful cock into my hot cunt before I go mad,
lover! Now ... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Jack wedged his hands further down beneath her, cupping the
pliant smoothness of her lush, white buttocks and pressing her
passion-wet loins up tighter against his own. He fitted his thick
pulsating cock into the wide splayed mouth of her pink, velvety
cunt, grazing its hardness back and forth, up and down, until it
was well insinuated between the flushed hair-lined lips; then he
began a rhythmic sawing motion, sensing the erotically nibbling
mouth of her incited vagina growing more wet and omnivorous with
each passing second. Her beautiful, rounded ass began an urgent
rotation against his churning loins while his lust-bloated
cockhead gently massaged the distended little bud of her clitoris
and she gasped through her teeth at him.
"Ooooooohhhh ... I-I love that! Damn ... you do know how,
don't you! Mmmmm ... my Godddd ... put it into me now! I want it
inside me! Fuck me ... oh, fuck me good, lover ...!"
Her long shapely legs scissored out wide on either side of
his naked body, their strong smooth calves locking behind the
backs of his tensed thighs as she squirmed wildly in under him. He
kissed her, open-mouthed, while her hands wedged between them to
grasp his rock-hard cock again and guide it pointedly downward
through the raw, wet crevice of her passion-heated vulva. She
trembled from head to toe, whimpering loudly as her loins lurched
upward at him, the lubricious clasping mouth of her cuntal passage
seeking desperately the blood-filled, lust-inflamed head of his
long, thick spear of aching hard flesh.
Jack grunted in his own fired passion, feeling the soft
silken hairs of the older woman's hotly seething pussy grazing his
cock from her hungry little nibbling movements, and he gave
himself to it all the way. He sucked in his breath and thrust his
hips forward, feeling the receptive, wet vaginal hole accepting
and absorbing his throbbing hardness right up into the depths of
her hotly clutching cunt with a tiny wet sucking sound, her cunt
muscles immediately setting to work on the rigid fleshy length of
his wildly pulsating cock as it raced up into her.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Maggie Chanted at the mind-
shattering sensation his plunging young penis soaring right up
into the deepest confines of her wet, searing passage sent
charging through her. She felt the bloated, rubbery head nudge
her cervix with a twinge of exhilarating pain, and she dug her
nails into her shoulders as she cried out with the ecstasy,
thrusting her loins up at hint for more...
Oh Christ, Jack thought, his lust-inflamed brain whirling
wildly. He'd never had anything like her! Her wetly sucking cunt
walls were milking at his imbedded cock like a pulmotor! Fuck, he
wouldn't last ten seconds this way! He realized now why he'd felt
so damned inadequate right from the beginning; she was just too
much woman for him! The whole goddamned scene was going to blow
his nuts before he ever got started! He turned his head to one
side, trying to momentarily blank his mind, but then he saw the
reflection of their obscene squirming entanglement in the mirrors
wherever he looked, and then he tried to concentrate on the TV
screen that now showed nothing but the empty shower room. The
girls were gone, but just remembering that lascivious spectacle of
the two naked girls playing with each other damned near peaked
him!
He tried desperately to establish a rhythm and simultaneously
control his mounting orgasm, thrusting his long, thick cock the
full length of her open vagina, but her hungrily sucking cunt
flesh was drawing fiendishly at the lining of his balls! He felt
them slap hard between the rounded white cheeks of her nakedly
churning ass, and sensed his own rectum constricting
spasmodically! Shit ... oh shit, he couldn't hold it; he damned
sure couldn't...!
"It's all right, darling!" Maggie gasped up at him, her hot
little tongue suddenly laving his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Cum
... cum ... cum!" She drew her thighs back high until her
quivering full breasts were flattened into her chest beneath them,
grinding her wet, steaming loins up at him, making her tight,
wildly clasping cunt channel subservient to his frantic, lust-
crazed plunges.
"Christ! I can't hold it back!" he choked down at her.
"It's all right, my lover! This is just the beginning! Fuck
me hard! Cum! Squirt it into me ... way up in my belly ... your
hot jism ... fill me, darling, fill me ...!"
Jack did, uncontrollably, his thickly bursting cock lurching
and jerking insanely, shooting his hot, white sperm deep up into
the waiting depths of her womb in convulsive gushes, racking his
whole frame as he pumped and pumped it into her wildly clasping
cunt ... a raging, torrential river of boiling lust. He heard
himself half-wail and curse out his pleasure, abruptly sensing
that she, too, was climaxing as she cried out and her cunt pulled
even more voraciously at his hotly spewing cock while she writhed
and squirmed beneath him with savage movements of sensuality
inspired abandon ...!
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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