Jon Reskind - Kappy volume 2

Maggie watched in lewd fascination, her slender fingers pummeling the lubricious raw flesh of her own insatiable pussy, while her eyes locked on her young prisoner's ecstatically contorted face, enraptured by the supreme fucking Kappy was giving her. She watched her full, whitely quivering breasts dancing and swaying beneath her writhing young torso, keeping cadence with the huge animal's heavy lengthed cock fucking deeper and deeper into her from behind, his strong sinewy body smacking and spreading further apart the soft white moons of her upraised buttocks with every solid stroke. It was a merciless piston of glistening animal sinew, sinking to its full depths into her soft, fire-enraged belly.

Suddenly, Maggie reached down and entwined her long fingers in Jean's honey-blonde tresses to lustfully press the passion-crazed girl's lovely face downward between her drawn-up, widespread thighs into the moistoned, hair-fringed flesh of her burning loins, feeling the unhesitant teenager's hot, wet tongue begin to lick voraciously at the glistening, velvety folds of her widely splayed cunt… the lush softness of her ovaled lips sucking wildly at her erect, tiny clitoris. Then, the length of the lust-incited girl's searing little tongue darted feverishly up into her clasping vaginal hole, slashing, swirling, sucking… while Maggie felt her young, hot breaths coming in tight gasps against her sensitive, inner cunt flesh, all of the time rotating her luscious white ass cheeks furiously, grinding them back onto Kappy's massive cock like a bitch animal in heat.

Damn, it was more than she had ever conceived in her lecherous mind; the breathtaking young Venus had lost all control, and at that moment was little more than a deranged mass of sensually perspiring female flesh. The lewdly erotic sight was more than Maggie could any longer stand. Her own climax was about to erupt inside her from the beautiful mouthing of her screaming hot cunt that the ecstasy-maddened girl was administering. She tossed back her beautiful head in an unrestrainable spasm, wailing deeply as the bubble burst and waves of orgasmic pleasure rocketed through her insatiable loins and belly, causing her long shapely legs to jerk out spasmodically on either side of Jean's golden head buried deep between her quaking white thighs.

Abruptly, Jean lifted her sensuously slackened face to cry out a guttural sound from deep in her own chest. Her glazed green eyes grew round and wide as she blurted: "Ooohhhh Godddd… I can't stand it! I-It's too much… too much!" And her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her head tossing wildly from side to side, her long blonde hair flailing crazily as she began the first convulsions of climax, screwing her wildly undulating buttocks back onto the driving, long, thick animal cock with wanton depravity.

Maggie watched in the mirror, reveling in her triumph over the rebellious young bitch as Kappy's long dripping tongue hung loosely from the open mouth of his head, panting and dropping saliva onto the white satiny flesh of Jean's smoothly hollowed back, while the beast fucked with savage fury into her insanely contorting buttocks from behind. Then, Jean shrieked and slammed her lush, rounded ass back against the assaulting animal with a desperate, frantic jerk as simultaneously the brute thrust forward and his massive cock began to spew its heated animal sperm deep up into her desperately constricting belly with long hard spurts.

Again, the blonde teenager screamed, her smoothly tautened white ass cheeks beginning to contract convulsively while Maggie watched the mirror to see the combination animal-human, thick cum seep licentiously from her tightly clenching cunt-mouth, which was still clasping and milking Kappy's slowly deflating cock, thin rivulets of the sticky white fluid running obscenely down the velvety-sleek columns of her inner thighs. At last, she collapsed on top of Maggie's loins, giving one last gasping sigh of release before fainting…

The victoriously smiling Superintendent ran her hand through the entangled mass of silky, golden hair and smiled possessively down at her. "You luscious little bitch," she whispered to herself. "And that was just the beginning… Before I'm finished with you, you'll like pussy so much you'll even beg to eat old Seybor's cunt…"

It was not a week since Carol Heath had excitedly informed her twenty-six year old husband that what they had learned by whispered rumor was actually so: there was such an organization as the Spaxtons and their boss, Max Keele, was undoubtedly an important cog in its existence and operation. In fact, the supposition of the so-called social club-an under-the-breath tale whispered in notable circles of power and influence, with elaborate tributaries of extra-curricular sexual activities as a potent part of the club's secret ritual-had been their basic reason for migration from the capital to seeking positions in the State Juvenile Detention System.

They had come well recommended from their last positions in the capital, and the handsome Max Keele, Director of Juvenile Correction, had not hesitated to hire them on their merits: Jack as a parole officer and she as the Director's personal and private secretary, a capacity she had learned that very afternoon was not without its arousing compensations. Although she had felt quite confident from the very beginning that she could lure her good-looking, gray-haired boss into making a pass, Carol had not anticipated the inciting sensual effect his athletic, if middle-aged, masculinity was about to have on her. God, she'd had all she could do to keep from giving herself to him right there in his office! But somehow she had managed to retain control of her wits, remembering that it was the bid into the Spaxtons for Jack and her that she sought… where lawyers became judges overnight, and men were even chosen as gubernatorial nominees, a powerful circle which could make the difference in one's entire ambitious future… to say nothing of its sexual delights.

Moving dutifully from bath to bedroom of their apartment as she rinsed out personal things to occupy herself while she waited for her late-working husband, the vivacious, twenty-two year old wife could not rid her mind of the handsome and powerful Max Keele, nor the way he had held her when he'd kissed her that afternoon, his heavy virile hardness pressuring hotly against the soft yielding flesh of her quivering belly. God, she had only to think of it and she could feel the warm moisture dampening the thin nylon strip of her panties between her legs. An erotic little shiver passed over her voluptuous young body beneath the sheer black negligee she wore, causing her supple curves to ripple enticingly even in the hampering wisp of lacy bra and bikini panties. Subconsciously, she brushed her long strawberry blonde hair behind her shoulders, seated herself at the vanity and prepared to do her nails… anything to occupy her mind.

She just hoped that she wouldn't seem to over-enthusiastic when she informed her husband that they were invited for dinner at the Keele's tomorrow night, and without coming right out and blatantly saying as much, her politically powerful employer had given her to understand what was to be expected of them, if they hoped to get a membership bid into the secret organization. It was obviously a matter of "proving their mettle" first, as the ruggedly handsome Director had put it with a sly, meaningful smile; yet he had never so much as verified the existence of the Spaxtons, but merely suggested that he felt certain the beautiful Mrs. Keele would enjoy Jack's company as fervidly as he would her own.

Once more, a tiny shiver of erotic incitement rippled over Carol's curvaceously enchanting young body. She smiled to herself, thinking that in the three years of their marriage she had never been able to hide from Jack her natural exuberance that choice excitement aroused in her… and Max Keele had provoked such stimulation. Not that swapping was a new thing to them; it had, in fact, been the hidden factor that had saved their marriage when after the first month they had both been ready to go separate ways. Their introduction into a small neighborhood "exchange" club in the capital had practically cured all of their marital differences, letting them focus their combined energies on one shared goal… the ambition to reach the top… and now it looked very much as if they were about to resolve that situation.