John Reskind - Kappy

"You're a very luscious and desirable little girl, Jean, baby," he spoke softly. "I'm just sorry I had to be the one to show you that tape, but you would've found out sooner or later, anyway. Those episodes always come to light… though, maybe you ought to thank me for letting you know what kind of an adulterous punk you're married to before it's too late," he went on, his hot hand caressing her own tenderly.

"No… no, Ken's not an adulterous punk!" she snapped in his defense, the full impact of the salacious sequence of scenes coming back to her. "I don't know how it came to happen, but I'm sure it wasn't my husband's fault. He loves me too much! I'm certain of that!"

"Well… I'll say you're loyal, anyway, little girl," Max said, his own drinks warming him into a mellow mood that made him momentarily feel as charming as he did lecherous. Nevertheless, the latter emotion, as always, predominated, and he smiled while the licentious gleam flamed brighter in his eyes.

"A helpless tremor rippled through Jean as she felt his hand move brazenly to the bowl of her tense belly, smoothing suggestively before slipping around her waist while he inched closer to her, until his big, handsome face was mere inches from her own. But what amazed her more was that the touch of his hand and its generating warmth through the material of her maid-uniform sent a strange, unwanted thrill spiraling upward along her spine. She fought it; she couldn't ignore the fact that she was definitely a married girl… and even though Ken, for whatever reasons, had violated their vows, she had no intentions of doing the same; but she still loved her darling husband and would stand beside him, regardless of anything he had done!

"Stop…! Please… oh please stop!" she insisted emphatically, writhing from his grasp and gaining her feet unsteadily. "No matter what has happened, I-I can't be a part of what you want! Please, I beg of you, let me go downstairs…?"

Max arose beside her, his features set in a determined expression. "You make it difficult, Jean, baby… but only for yourself and that gook you're married to! I told you how it was going to be… willingly, or unwillingly… but fuck all the way! It's going to happen, chick, but how is still your choice!"

Jean stiffened as if she'd been submerged in ice-water, the shocking fact that there was no escape finally reaching her! Her lovely little mouth fell loosely open and her striking eyes widened in utter disbelief, again his blatant use of the evil word knifing into her as she at last began to sense the measure of her helplessness against him. She sensed his hands slipping around her waist again and the strength of his powerful arms slowly but surely drawing her tight against him, those same hands moving blatantly down to encompass the round, full spheres of her buttocks. She felt the blood rushing to her face in the shame of his coarse hands moving intimately over her tensed, fear-cringing body.

"S-Stop! Oh God, stop it!" she pleaded desperately.

He hardly heard her as he ran his big hands over her lecherously, holding her within the imprisonment of his massive arms. "There's no escape, baby," he hissed down into her face. "I'm going to claim this proud little ass of yours… but I promise you one thing… you'll cum like a Roman fountain!"

She could only gape across the inches upward into his face as his teasing hands massaged and stroked her soft, sensuous young buttocks, pressing her tighter against the terrible rising bulge at his loins, while his words and promise taunted her brain in unavoidable desire.

Feebly, she struggled in his arms, as if to satisfy her own conscience, but in actuality she was helpless against his great strength, and slowly he lowered his head until his lips completely engulfed her soft, moist mouth, his hot tongue worming wetly beyond her teeth into the vainly resisting cavern beyond. He held her close, his large, hotly massaging hands ever-moving as they pressed into the round cheeks of her lush young buttocks to force her pelvis tighter against him, his height placing the throbbing bulge of his penis hard against the soft giving flesh of her belly, and an ungovernable tremor rippled over her.

God! Something unfathomable was happening inside her! She was actually experimenting little tremulous sensations of unwanted excitement to counteract those of shame and repulsion at his forced assault on her body, and although she offered limited spasmodic resistance, her mouth opened willingly to the pillage of his lewdly working tongue, and she relaxed against him as he drew her back down onto the couch, his large right hand completely engulfing her full, erectly throbbing breast, sending further electric-like tingle soaring licentiously through her!

"Oohhh… ooahhh!" she groaned, flustered, and he smiled arrogantly above her.

"Can't help yourself can you, baby?" he taunted lewdly, his hands roving over her exploringly. "It's the absinthe… it turns you on, little girl! The real McCoy made from wormwood… and I promise you, doll, you're going to love this!" he advised, leaning above her and teasing at her beautiful young face, using his tongue while she half-whimpered beneath him.

His words ricocheted against the walls of her stupefied brain as she tried to decipher their meaning. She was beset with overwhelming, unknown sensations. His hand, his tongue, his whole massive body was setting her aflame in a manner of desire she had never remotely dreamed of! Never… never before, not even with Ken, had she ever felt so overcome with raw, lustful craving! My God, she had to get some hold on herself! Was she losing her mentality entirely? That she could come to enjoy the lascivious caresses of this horrible and wicked man was beyond comprehension! Oh… oh Ken…! Please help me… please…?

And then, his huge hot hand was on her leg… her thigh… the soft, tingling inner flesh of her thigh… and she wanted it there! Oh Ken, darling… darling… forgive me… but it's so warm and big and gentle… moving upward… always upward… toward it…!

"You delicious little bitch, you!" Max Keele hissed down at her where she sat, receptive at last beside him, while his hungry, always working hand smoothed up and down the satiny flesh of her quivering leg, enjoying the feel of the nylon-encased flesh just before it ceded to the hot smooth nakedness of her velvety and vibrant thighs. He let it brush several times to the very peak, knowing it would instigate the sensation of contact as it pressed against the white, nylon strip of her panties, hiding her soft, sensitive young cunt… and it did, he was certain by her quivering reaction.

Jean groaned and responded spasmodically to each pressured touch against her now tingling vagina, her mind desperately fighting to seize control from her rapidly overpowering physical senses. Oooooh God! She had to put an end to this horrible degradation she was allowing herself to be subject to!

"No… no, Mr. Keele… oh please… please stop…?" she whimpered pathetically, her breaths quickened as she felt his fingers teasing at the snug elastic leg band of her panties. Yet, insane as it was, as she spoke her absinthe inspired passion won over and her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs opened to him uncontrollably, while her tongue trailed of its own volition across his triumphantly grinning lips, tiny mewls of helpless submission gurgling in her throat.

It happened then! She sensed his middle finger, insinuated under the crotch band of her panties now, tracing the thin, pink split of her naked young pussy and she squirmed her helplessly held buttocks beneath it! Her hands moved to his powerful shoulders, their long nails digging into the hard flesh through his clothes, and a minute sensation of repulsion swept through her even as prurient spasms of involuntary desire rippled through her loins and belly… while tauntingly, she could feel him part the sparse, silken pubic curls and worm his middle finger up between her traitorously opening little vaginal lips…!