Jon Reskind - Kappy volume 2

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…!

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."