Jon Reskind - Kappy volume 2

"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.