Jon Reskind - Kappy volume 2

"You don't know how hard that was to do, Carol baby," he rasped, licking at his mouth with the tip of his tongue. "But I'm going to take you at your word… and it better be good."

"It will be, darling," she answered quickly. "I promise…"

"We'll see," he said, letting off a long sigh. "Tomorrow night, you and Jack join us for dinner at our place. Cocktails at seven… Later, Maggie and I will let you prove your mettle…"

Carol tossed aside her manicuring implements and arose from the vanity, the effects of the sensual memory rekindling her curvaceous young body with yet unsatiated desire. God, why didn't Jack come home? He'd better hurry, or she might just have to resort to other methods of release, she thought, smiling inwardly as she went into the living room, poured herself a sherry and folded down into her favorite corner of the sofa to wait. And then, once more she began to relive the lust-firing excitement of the afternoon with Max Keele, and speculate in trembling anticipation on the more promising ones to come at the dinner party…

Had it not been for the virile presence of the rather gaunt, good-looking Jack Heath, Maggie Keele felt certain that his voluptuous young strawberry blonde wife could fulfill her libidinous cravings to no end. She was a vivacious beauty, the raven-haired woman appraised, but there would be opportunities later to get at her. Tonight, she felt very much in need of a virile man's body, and what made it more enticing was that her chosen partner was obviously as eager as was she. All through cocktails and dinner his keen, discerning eyes had warmly played with her own, the expressive smile on his handsomely chiseled face assuring her that she was not going to be sorry. But then, she never was, any more than was her equally lecherous husband who was pouring the absinthe behind their luxurious rumpus room bar, while Carol Heath in her provocative mini thing stood on the opposite side watching him.

"Carol has very beautiful legs," Maggie huskily commented to the girl's young husband seated close beside her on one of the many sofas appointing the vast playroom. Gently, she lay her soft, slender hand on his upper thigh, feeling him tense as she began tiny little suggestive strokes.

His large, bony hand quickly moved to cover hers with a meaningful little squeeze. "And so do you, Mrs. Keele…"

"Maggie… remember?" she smiled over at him, reminding him of their four-way mutual accord to immediately drop formalities. "What was it Max said…? He couldn't imagine anything worse than going to bed with a woman he had to call Mrs…?"

Jack Heath made a tight little chuckle. He had yet to find himself at ease with the open callousness of their arrangement; in fact, he still wasn't quite sure how Carol had inveigled into it so easily the night before… and then he remembered their wild lovemaking session and reasoned that she probably could have sold him the Brooklyn Bridge had she wanted to. He'd never seen her so damned wanton… nor with her determined, stubborn mind so set on anything as this dinner… dinner, hell… swap party was the only proper tag for this arrangement. And not that they hadn't enjoyed the game many, many times before with the gang in the capitol, but there was something about the blatant lecherous attitudes of these two older, fascinatingly arousing people that wouldn't allow him to loosen up. Even so, he knew he was going to go through with it… had to, really, for this was what both Carol and he had been plotting toward… only he wished to hell he could shake off the damned jealous sensation plaguing him…

The severely beautiful woman beside him said some trivial thing then while she continued to suggestively stroke his upper thigh with her warm little hand beneath his own, and he verbally answered her in kind, though his eyes were fastened on his lovely long-haired wife who was staring upward into the rugged, handsome face of the almost lewdly smiling Max Keele. They were crossing the room toward them, Carol carrying a small try of milky, yellowish appearing drinks, while the big man made no efforts toward secrecy as he walked with his arm around her, his huge hand openly cupping and massaging her firm, braless young breast.

"The real stuff, Jack," Max Keele said as Carol held the tray for them to take their glasses. "Made from the wormwood, and damned hard to come by, I might add."

"But Daddy has all the proper connections, don't you, darling?" Maggie put in, immediately drinking half of hers, her little smile suggesting a certain discontent that gave Jack an unpleasant feeling. Christ, she was a provocative creature, and he knew damned well he was going to blow his mind fucking her, but it occurred to him that she would make a vicious enemy. This, on top of the unrestrainable wave of jealousy gnawing at his guts at the sight of their mutual boss openly fondling his wife's erect young breast, caused him to tip up his glass and nearly drain the licorice-tasting contents. Christ, the least he could do was wait until they were all enjoying a little privacy… the lecherous bastard…!

"And now, how about a little stimulating entertainment," the luridly grinning Director offered, leading Carol to a separate sofa so that all were in plain view of each other. Then, the big man walked to a large TV set and switched it on. Carol looked over at her husband and winked, a little smile of sensuous anticipation unhideable on her lovely face, as if she were pleased that everything was going according to plan.

Jesus Christ, for two cents he'd call the whole trigging thing off and storm out of there dragging her by that Goddamned beautiful hair of hers!

Abruptly, his angered thought-train was uncoupled by the picture covering the large screen, but before anyone had a chance to dwell on it, Max switched channels several times, each scene showing young girls in uniform, or different stages of undress, voices and clatter coming distinctly through the sound system. It was a long moment before Jack realized that what he was viewing was not a film, but quite live and by some of the candid language the girls were using, definitely unsuspected. Christ, it was the girl's Detention Home not five hundred yards away! Keele must have hidden cameras strategically placed there and a closed circuit TV! The lecherous son-of-a…!

Again, Jack's thoughts were interrupted as the big Director finally settled on the first channel once more, the screen clearly etched with the erotic naked figures of two young inmates under a shower, enjoying the pleasure of soaping one another's curvaceously exposed bodies, each taking her turn as slave to the other.

"Well, it seems that we're going to witness something unique in the art of masturbation, darling," Maggie leaned close and whispered, her dark onyx eyes sparkling excitedly.

Jack felt her warm, eager hand inching closer to his cock which was rapidly stiffening inside his pants from both her lewd little caresses and the lust-stimulating performance unfolding on the screen. He watched in an almost mesmerized fascination, hardly aware that Maggie had taken his arm and slipped it around her, and totally unconscious of the fact that Max Keele had grasped Carol by the hand to lead off somewhere.

Christ, he could almost feel the softly stroking, sudsy hands of the voluptuous, naked redhead as she sensuously bathed the taller, dark-haired young beauty's smooth whitely glistening contours, teasingly massaging the girl's upthrusting young breasts until the tiny, wine-red nipples were as hard as ripe berries. Then, she moved in closer until their youthful bodies were pressed tightly to one another, their hash breasts flattening against their chests, and as they kissed open-mouthed, the redhead smoothed her small, foam covered hands down the other's ribs and slender waist, over the sweeping arch of her hips to tenderly stroke the dark-haired girl's nakedly accepting buttocks.