Jon Reskind - Kappy volume 2

"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 reflexively 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.