John Reskind - Kappy

"Don't worry!" Lannigan rasped. "I'm going to have some of my favorite sport… ass fucking!"

Their words all sounded like a jumbled conglomeration to Jean who had reached down between her hot thighs to slip a finger through the silken blandish hair and separate her moist cunt-lips, while she continued to finger the obese man's hairy balls. God, she could never remember being so excitedly wanting! If… if only she could think straight…!

Ken gaped upward with befogged eyes at the fat, wildly excited woman who was squatting over him, plunging in rhythmic diligence up and down on his aching cock, her massive tits hanging and swaying obnoxiously as she worked to reach her climax, the thought occurring to him that she was either the third or fourth such elephantine creature to crawl lust fully on top of him, and still he had not even come close to releasing the dynamic pressure in his throbbing loins! He saw that there was another waiting, fingering herself as she watched her forerunner… but she wasn't so bad… somewhere in her fifties probably, but slender and maybe with a tight enough cunt to bring him off!

Christ, what had they fed him, anyway? For certainly, he'd been drugged, and he couldn't help but wonder if they'd done anything similar to his Jeannie. He was numbed, but he could still half-way think straight, and there was no question but what they had been cleverly entrapped by a swarm of sex-oriented satyrs and nymphos who would show no mercy in satisfying their lust! Goddamn them, and they had the law and whatever else necessary on their side, too! The beautiful establishment…!

He tossed his head back and forth like a teenaged virgin striving for her first fulfillment as the huge woman worked over him obscenely, her sagging breasts nauseating him, and he closed his eyes to the sight, straining his loins upward in hope that he could lie to himself, cum, and leave her nothing! But his efforts were futile; she beat him, wailing out her obese ecstasy… and then, the next one climbed on… and that's when he saw his Jeannie in the middle of the floor on all fours, Chief Lannigan kneeing his way up behind her and between her spread legs and buttocks, his long, thick cock in his hand while his beautiful little wife waited in obvious excitement…!

"Down…! Down flat on your belly, bitch!" Bige Lannigan ordered Jean who finally responded once the command was imprinted in her blurred mind, and the heavy bellied man knelt between her provocatively scissored legs, staring lasciviously at the warm, tanned body beneath him.

He slid his hand along the inner side of her satiny smooth thigh to the moistened, teenaged lips and then pink slit of her tight young cunt, tracing the hair-lined separation with a forefinger upward between the cream-like cheeks of her firm, whitely contrasting buttocks, watching the rounded soft moons arch and fall in growing excitement to his touch. He felt the desire in his loins glowing hotly as he contemplated what he was about to do to her… what his sow-wife would never let him do… the ugly pig!

Jean swallowed at the dryness of her throat. Her subservient prostrate position, and vaguely knowing that she must submit to whatever vile whim that might titillate her tormentor's warped lust, caused her heavily drugged brain to whirl in a growing kaleidoscope of sensual passion. She had no idea what he was going to do to her… or make her do to him… she was only aware of her lack of control over the ever-rising passion swirling wildly in her belly below. She sensed him up over her back, and she squirmed beneath him to the excitement of his exploring hands, little tongues of flames licking salaciously at her loins and belly, building her desire to greater and greater heights with every passing moment from the obscene teasing of his probing fingers.

She lay her face against the soft fur of the rug and groaned into it, partially muffling the licentious, throaty grunts emitting from between her tightly clenched teeth. Oh God… his hands… his hands…! Her lush, rounded buttocks hollowed and writhed wantonly beneath their pudgy, relentless caresses, a sudden urgency of tremors rippling erotically over her youthful flesh.

She heard his rammish laugh and tried to picture his face, but couldn't. Oh God, why didn't he do it…? Why didn't he fuck her, whoever he was, instead of taunting her this way? She couldn't resist the pleasurable thought of his cock slipping into her…! "Ooahhh," she moaned aloud as she felt his thick finger slide up inside her moist, tingling vagina and she squirmed excitedly down onto it.

Bige Lannigan gloatingly listened to her whine down into the softness of the rug, her voice unnatural, thick with desire and ever-mounting wantonness.

"Aaahhh…" she whimpered again, twisting her passion-contorted face until he could see the effect his teasing hands were having on her, and then it occurred to him that she had absolutely no idea of what he intended to do to her, nor the mental capacity or physical power to fight him in her drugged state. She was completely at his mercy, the thought sending a wave of sadism charging through his heavy loins.

Jean, her bottom churning incessantly beneath his hands while others had gathered in a circle around them to watch the stimulating performance, made no effort to fight against the lewd, carnal urges racing uncontrollably through her lust-incited body, while in her numbed mind she had begun to pray that he would fuck her soon, before his tormenting ministrations drove her completely mad. But instead, his thick middle finger continued to surge with relentless force into her vagina and she froze momentarily, catching her breath when the sensations it caused finished skyrocketing through her.

"Ooahhhh… ooohhh, do it to me… please, please do it to me?" she pleaded back at him, trying to twist her neck so that she could watch his maddening hands working back there between her widespread legs.

"Do what, baby?" he taunted, grinning down triumphantly at her lust-contorted young face as she gaped helplessly and glassy-eyed at the continual growing of his hard, throbbing, thick cock.

"Ooohhh… ooohhh… fuck me!" she moaned, the words tumbling lewdly from her angelic mouth. "Please… please fuck me now…?"

Lannigan began to laugh gleefully as he looked up at the salaciously twisted face of Max Keele who stood watching enviously while he stroked his own rock-hard cock.

"Well, get at it for Christ sake," the director snapped down at him, "before I change my mind and finish the job for you!"

Bige sensed the anger in his political boss' tone and decided that he'd dallied long enough. He stared evilly down at her helplessly tremoring back, a thin line of sweat forming on his upper lip. "Lift up your ass, baby!" he commanded.

Jean realized the order and reacted without hesitation, arching her buttocks higher, feeling his hands on her hips to guide her to her knees, manipulating her to his own satisfaction, until she was entirely raised before him, high and obscenely spread open. She felt the weakness and trembling in her legs and wished in her drug dazed mind that he would hurry and fuck her…

Finally, he moved in behind her, spreading her thighs even wider with his knees, his thick, pulsating cock heaving lustfully as it pointed itself toward the tiny pinkish ring of her anus so lusciously displayed to him between the full rounded spheres of her voluptuous young ass. Abruptly, he inched backwards once more, then leaned forward, probing his saliva dampened tongue upward from the moist, hair-fringed edges of her cunt-lips, along the spread, smooth crevice of her small, puckered rectum where he tried to penetrate with its stiffened tip, but the sphincter was too snug, and instead, he accomplished his main purpose of lubricating it well.