Jon Reskind - Kappy volume 2

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…

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.