John Reskind - Kappy

"Oh God! Oh… oohhh Goddd!" Jean gasped in a helpless choking whisper. "Please don't make me do it, Mr. Keele… please don't…!

Jean tossed her head and whined gutturally in her emotional anguish and unprecedented impassioned craving, a stimulating shock tremoring along the smooth flesh of her thighs as she twitched and ground her buttocks down into the softness of the davenport cushion, her whimpers giving way to an incessant, helpless groaning, while his finger teased mercilessly at the thin, passion aroused slit of her vagina, gently thrusting and probing into it, parting the golden, silklike pubic hairs and making a sudden electrifying contact with the tiny throbbing nub of her erect clitoris. She sensed the wetness up between her legs from the undesired excitement that had claimed her, saturating his hand, and she nibbled at her lips, biting occasionally to hold back the moans of unrestrained desire mounting ecstatically inside her.

Oh… ooohhhh… it was evil and wrong… unforgivably wicked! She had to stop him from doing such forbidden, obscene things to her, before it was too late! Suddenly, she forced her small hands against his heavy chest, her teeth gnashing and bared as she squirmed and kicked, trying to shove him away from her and free herself!

"Stop! My God, stop it, damn you! You-you can't…! I won't do it!" she spat tearfully, snarling like a helplessly trapped little animal between her tightly clenched teeth. "Get away from me! Let me go…!"

Though her sudden savage attack surprised Keele, he was not caught napping and easily snatched both her flailing arms, while his great weight held her pinned down and he quickly rolled on top of her. Nevertheless, he was enraged to the point of completely losing his temper.

"Now you listen to me, you little stuck-up cunt!" he hissed angrily. "One more move like that out of you and I'll slap you silly! This is your last chance if you want to keep that fink you're married to from taking a long ride! Now, you be nice and I'll take you up and away! You give me any more trouble and I'll rape hell out of you anyway… besides, throwing the book at him…! Is that clear…?"

Slowly, Jean relaxed her struggles, the incredible horror of her complete helplessness… of the entire abominable situation returning to impress upon her tortured mind. God in heaven! She was hopelessly trapped! There was nothing, absolutely nothing she could do but lie there in defenseless subjugation while he lewdly felt and explored her almost chaste body at will… taking any and every indecent liberty with her that he pleased! There was utterly no way she could stop him… and even if she could, her darling Ken would surely suffer…!

Tears of humiliation streamed hotly down her cheeks as in bitter shame she realized that her treacherous young body was again reacting with unavoidable desire to the maddening play of his finger in her moistened vagina, her hips actually responding of their own volition rhythmically to his tantalizing finger-fucking up between the moistly flushed lips of her excited pussy.

"There… now that's much better, doll," Max hissed down at her. "Much, much better… and you see, you're beginning to love it, baby, eh? That sweet, tight little cunt of yours is getting nice and hot… and you've decided to let old Max fuck you… right?"

Jean couldn't speak. She tried, half-heartedly, but her words bunched in her throat, the sensual jolts of his thick finger teasing skillfully around her erectly quivering clitoris causing her to writhe her buttocks defensively downward into the cushion in a vain effort to escape the erotically frenzied spasms coursing over her soft, vibrant flesh.

"Oh… oh!" she moaned helplessly to his ceaseless fingering of her naked clitoris… until finally, he paused with a grin to let her answer him.

"Well…?" he prodded. "Do we fuck cooperatively?"

"Oh… God, what else can I do?" she whined pitifully.

"Not much, honey. You're beginning to get the idea."

"And… and… you won't do anything to hurt Ken…?" she questioned feebly, hating herself in the knowing that she was actually going to allow herself to submit to him. "Promise me that you won't hurt him…!"

"Hell… I already told you that, angel… providing you promise to fuck me good… the way you did him the other night!"

His reference to their own licit, beautiful love-making in the same breath with the forbidden obscenity he was demanding seemed sacrilegious, while the sound of the lewd four-letter word counteracted, firing strange excitement within her as he uttered it, and she rolled her face from him. "Yes… yes… I'll try… I promise…" she whimpered between tightly clenched teeth.

Max Keele gloatingly moved his big frame further up over her, letting free of her wrists and bringing his hand up to clutch at her long, honey-colored hair, drawing her lovely face back to him. He kissed her hungrily, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his thick finger began once more to massage her cunt.

Jean groaned in under him, fighting to keep control of her rising physical emotions as the convulsive little twinges of heated delight began to race through her loins and belly again.

"I'm going to strip your hot little body naked now, Mrs. Wilson, baby," he whispered, "and I'll need your assistance."

She didn't struggle when he raised her up and lowered the zipper of her uniform down her back. She closed her eyes, refusing to think unless she scream out in sheer, tortuous delight, subconsciously helping him with the necessary movements of shoulders and hips, lifting and lowering, sensing his hands behind her again as they unfastened her bra, the cool rush of air bathing her throbbing young breasts with their hard, distended pink nipples as they became completely exposed to him… and his sharp intake of breath, his big, hot hands eagerly clutching them to knead and squeeze, rolling the tiny nipples erotically between his fingers, until finally his warm, moist mouth encompassed one, his tongue flicking and teasing the little bud maddeningly… then, the other in like manner… his long, wet tongue trailing down the deep narrow vale separating them, her stomach muscles tensing as it slithered tormentingly over her satiny flesh, flicking momentarily into her navel to taunt it while his hands stroked down along her ribs to her curvaceously rounded young hips, his fingers hooking inside the waistband of her thin nylon panties… and she groaned slightly and then voluntarily lifted her buttocks, her eyes still tightly closed…!

Again, she felt a cool gush of air as it brushed against her warm, perspiration dampened thighs and vagina… still refusing to allow herself a single thought as she obediently raised her legs, letting him slip her panties down the shapely, tanned columns… and then she felt the pressure on the davenport as he raised to his knees and she knew he was undressing!

Oh… oh dear God! What was to become of her after this terrible act? She would never be able to forgive herself…!

"Now, doll… open those beautiful eyes," he commanded after an interval. "See what Daddy's got for you…"

Jean did, slowly, reluctantly… seeing him kneeling erect between her legs at the knees that he had compellingly spread apart, completely and massively naked, his handsome face twisted in a lewd grin; she let her eyes trail downward along his broad, hairy torso to the thick, hardened penis standing out from beneath the overhang of his slightly bulging stomach. Her eyes widened in building revulsion and apprehensive disbelief, while his licentious smirk broadened and his hand lustfully stroked the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth, exposing the glistening, blood-inflated head!

"Well… how do you like it, baby? Make your mouth water?" he taunted. "Think it'll fill that hungry little cunt of yours…?"