Jon Reskind - Kappy volume 2

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…!

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.