John Reskind - Kappy

Jean merely stared at him, her wide green eyes filling with compassion, her mind ever-conscious of her own shame, knowing the full extent of his meaning and the burden of adultery he was carrying, for God knows, wasn't she suffering the same inner-agony… and perhaps even greater than his? But after tonight it would be over with… she felt confident of that! Chief Lannigan had undoubtedly learned of this party, and with what she had told the official regarding the Keeles' sordid carryings-on with their illegal TV cameras and whatnot, he would undoubtedly act in an effort to catch them red-handed. Once that frightening scene was passed, they would surely be exonerated for the helpful part they'd played… then, they could penitently and lovingly confess to each other… It would be all right… she knew it would… they loved each other too much not to forgive and forget…

"Well," he interrupted her thoughts, "I suppose I should get upstairs to their cozy little rumpus room. I'm supposed to handle the bar. Are the guests arriving?"

"Yes. The girls, Sandy and Carla from the home, are meeting them," Jean answered. "H-Have you ever heard of the… the Spaxtons, Ken…?"

"Spaxtons…? No. What are they?"

"I-I'm not sure, but they… Sandy and Carla, were trying to tell me something about them," Jean said, her pretty brow wrinkling in perplexity. "They couldn't say much with the people coming in, but that is what this party is supposed to be… a meeting of the Spaxtons."

Ken shrugged, moving around the table toward the door and Jean stepped in front of him, raising her lips to be kissed. He did, but reservedly, then stepped back with a shake of his head, almost as if he were trying to clear his mind.

"Cripes," he said, blinking his eyes. "I suddenly feel as if I'd had a half-dozen drinks myself… kind of lightheaded and woozy…"

"You're not going to be ill…?" she questioned, anxiously.

"No… no. I'm all right… and I better be getting up there before the queen sends for me," he answered, smiling pinchedly. "I'll see you later, baby…"

Alone, Jean pressed her hand to her own forehead, wondering perhaps if she, too, might not be coming down with something? For the past fifteen minutes she'd been experiencing a mounting of giddy sensations… an almost euphoric sense of floating, but she'd stubbornly refused to give in to it. There was too much at stake, and she wanted to be on her feet when Chief Lannigan made his appearance.

Lord, she hadn't told Ken everything that Sandy and Carla had been able to whisper to her… nor their seemingly lightheaded and… and yes, even excited exclamations: "Oh, doll, you haven't seen anything yet!" Sandy, the attractive red-head had tittered. "The Spaxtons is a swinging sex-club for top-drawer big-shots and their ugly wives… But don't worry, you will… and I'll bet my hot bottom that you'll never forget it…!"

Again, Jean's train of thoughts were scrambled, as the door swung inward and Max Keele entered the kitchen, an arrogant smile broadening his handsome face.

"So, here you are. I been looking for you, baby," he said, his massiveness crowding in on her. "Mrs. Keele wants you upstairs to help her dress…"

Jean sensed her own sharp intake of breath at his overwhelming closeness, and with an agile movement she tried to ease around him, but he caught her by the upper arm and drew her back, his powerful arms encircling her waist, his big hands immediately clasping the lush spheres of her buttocks possessively.

"Stop…! Stop it!" she spat, struggling in apprehensive rage against him.

Max chuckled lewdly. "What's the matter, Jean, baby? Don't like Daddy anymore? Maybe you need some more of his soothing cock rammed into that hot little pussy of yours, eh? Come on now, give me a kiss…"

Jean could hardly think of anything at that moment except her vehement hatred for this evil beast who had already once subjected her to the horrors of debasement and shame, and in her bitter anger she fought him desperately, suddenly drawing up one knee with sharp force to catch him flush in the groin.

Max Keele grunted out an obscene oath, his eyes widening in pain as he let free of her and staggered backwards to grab at his crotch, while Jean, seeing her advantage, charged through the swinging doorway toward the stairs and Mrs. Keele's room, a feeling of exultation racing through her in the knowing that she had hurt him painfully.

Her head swam by the time she reached the beautiful superintendent's door, reeled buoyantly as if she had glided up the stairway to where she stood, and almost immediately Max Keele was forgotten… or even why she was there… but she tapped against the panel and opened it at the woman's bidding.

Once inside the luxuriously appointed bedroom, Jean stopped short, a little gasp emitting from her when she saw the ravishing, statuesque creature sitting before her vanity in the ivory splendor of her stark nakedness, the huge German shepherd, Kappy, lying on the floor beside her. From where she stood, Jean could see her full, thrusting, ruby-rippled breasts reflected in the mirror, her suggestive half-smile, and the dancing lights in her sparkling dark eyes…

"Well, come on, my dear… don't just stand there," Maggie said throatily, wild little sensations of expectancy beginning to tingle through her loins and belly at her inspired intentions. She turned on the fur-covered bench, completely facing the approaching, reluctant girl, noting the near-vacant expression in her pretty eyes that indicated the effects of the acid she had unwittingly consumed, and as well, perceiving the teenaged lovely's fixed point of view on her naked loins. Slowly, she stood, her lecherous senile broadening slightly. "Why the hesitation, Jean, darling…?" she hissed. "Haven't you ever seen a naked female before?"

"I… I… yes, of course… it's just that I-I wasn't expecting it…" Jean stammered, still astonished at what seemed to her to be an apparition of Goddess-like beauty in her bewildering euphoria. "You… you're very beautiful…" she heard herself say, surprised when she realized that the words had come from her own lips.

An unanticipated sensation of delight rippled through Maggie at the younger girl's compliment, and she moved closer to her, placing her hands on Jean's upper arms. "Thank you, darling," she partially whispered, "and I'd wager that you are just as beautiful without your clothes… aren't you?"

Whether it was the delicate, warm touch of the vision's hands, the alluring fragrance of her enclosing naked curvaciousness, or the suggestiveness of her sibilant question, Jean wasn't certain in her drug-confused mind, but undefinable tiny fermentations had suddenly burst into being inside her. The apparition seemed to envelope her and she sensed the slender hands on her breasts, causing an ensemble of mixed emotions to flutter within her mind and body. She felt as if mesmerized in a state of delicious intoxication as the exquisite face moved closer to hers and its mouth closed down upon her own, tenderly, moistly, hotly… and with increasing urgency.

Jean's own mouth felt strangely soft in response, and she sensed her lips being pressed apart by the vision's sweet-tasting tongue, slipping between them into her mouth as the statuesque body came hard against her own, its naked stomach and soft loins beginning an intimate undulating motion.

"You are a lovely girl, Jean, darling," the throaty voice hissed hotly into her mouth. "And now I'm going to make you deliciously happy… would you like that?"

"I-I… oohhh… I don't know…" Jean gasped, slipping even more into the veil of her dream-world.

Maggie kissed her again and Jean subconsciously met her tongue with her own as she felt the gentle hands caressing her breasts and moving over her body eagerly, finally stroking her buttocks and drawing her tightly against the naked, satiny loveliness.