John Reskind - Kappy

Beside her and salaciously stroking his endowment of heavy-lengthed cock, Max Keele gaped with licentiously glued eyes at the erotically enchanting spectacle of the young bride, Jean Wilson's magnificent, naked loveliness. The fact that she was simultaneously getting fucked by her legitimate husband only added to the mounting lust in his fired and lecherous loins… watching the changing expressions of momentary enchantment to sudden twinges of pain as the young boy's wetly glistening shaft of hot, hard flesh was forced deeper into her, inciting envious, sadistic spasms to charge through his gut… staring eagerly at her wide-spread, full rounded young thighs… the delicious cleft to her white, untanned ass… the rippling delight of her firmly jutting breasts as she worked passionately to accept him… Christ, what a phenomenal species of teen-age female she was!

He'd taken one look at her in Lannigan's office, a sufficiently long enough look to know the hidden pleasure yet unleashed in her tight, rounded ass, and damned little more was necessary. Neither the police chief nor that junky, McGraw, dared to oppose him when he'd suggested the kids would make a nice set of playthings around his house for the next three months, and that was logical. He'd used a measure of psychology in bringing Lannigan into the Spaxtons with that dumpy, ugly wife of his, and he supplied all of McGraw's "H". There was little Goddamned else they could do but comply to the wheel's wishes.

Max grinned confidently, indulging himself in the luxury of his statewide power for a moment. He damned sure had the trigging state pretty well secured, didn't he? It wouldn't be long before he could name governor nominees, and what came after that except Washington! His grin broadened, even as he clutched his cock and stared at the screen above. That was another shrewd little enticing move he'd made, having the closed-circuit TV installed and strategically placed around. Hell, he had it made, like damned few potentates with all their harems ever dreamed of. He had a whole trigging detention home filled with them! Six hundred and better… which reminded him…

"Where the hell is that little bitch?" he spat at his wife, rolling his head toward her and lifting it from the pillow.

"She should be here," Maggie replied, looking over at him. "You have the remote. Switch it around."

Max Keele made a guttural sound as he picked up the control panel and pressed a button. Responsively, the screen picture changed, depicting several young girls in full dress moving around a room. Again, he pressured a button that presented a similar scene, end yet another, until the screen display pictured a shower room of the adjacent penal home.

The sounds of the splashing shower-sprays and the voices of the three naked young girls beneath them filled the bedroom. Eagerly, Max Keele's flinty eyes raked over their teenaged bodies, feasting carnally on their tender charms.

"The one in the middle, Daddy, Sandy Jarvis… with the long red hair," his wife informed in a throaty voice. "Like…?"

"Hmmmmm… not bad… not bad at all," Max grunted, admiring the firmness of the unaware girl's pointed young breasts, firmly rounded buttocks and hips, to the symmetrical pattern of her well-proportioned thighs and calves. "How old is she?"

"Sixteen. This is her second stay with us, and for the same reason, shoplifting," Maggie said, admiring the pretty redhead's inviting body sapphically. Already, she had enjoyed its youthful delights in her private suite at the home and knew from which she spoke. "And don't worry, Daddy, she knows all the tricks, that little girl. I presume she's had to, coming from a near destitute family with a drunken father and prostitute mother…"

"Okay, okay, I don't give a damn about her poor unfortunate history," Max cut her short. "Let's get the little bitch over here before this thing shatters from the strain, eh?"

Maggie tittered lightly, a warm, desirous sensation washing through her as she trained her view on the erect, thick and long object her husband of eighteen years was referring to. He still held it salaciously in his hand while he worked the foreskin up and down to cover then reveal its moistly swollen head. And what a magnificent cock it was, she mused sensuously. God, she had all she could do to keep from pouncing on it right then with her own building passion firing her, but experience had taught her the ecstatic advantages of letting him navigate the course of events they would follow. She said: "Don't get impatient, Daddy. Seybor will be bringing her along shortly… as soon as she gets all nice and dainty for you. In the meantime, why don't we switch back and watch our new playthings for awhile. That darling boy does quivery things to your baby's belly."

The big man responded with an obscene little laugh, re-picturing the Wilsons in their act of intimate sex, while Kappy lay his great head on the bed, nuzzling his nose against his mistress's soft hip meaningfully with a tiny whimpering sound.

"Looks as if Kappy's impatient, too," Max said, grinning.

Maggie stroked the beautiful animal's head affectionately and cooed down at him. "Don't worry, darling. You'll have your own little party pretty soon. Mama could never deny you…"

"Ooooohhhh… oooohhhh Godddddd!" Jean moaned into the pleasure-slackened face of her young desire-incited husband as he continued to fill her with slow, long thrusts… rhythmic plunges that fucked into her tight, yielding vagina to greater and greater depths, until at last she felt the smooth spongy tip brush at her cervix and his full, sperm-filled balls slap resoundingly into the soft sensitive crevice separating the widespread cheeks of her naked buttocks. The pain-pleasure left her breathless… somewhere between purgatory and heaven, she thought wildly! Oh yes… yes… maybe this was the night! Oh, God, it was so beautiful… so beautiful! And she groaned from deep in her throat with the bliss that was overwhelmingly intoxicating her…

At first, from her tiny wailing gasps, Ken feared that he'd hurt her, but then he felt her begin to writhe and squirm beneath him aggressively and he knew different. Her deliciously clasping young cunt, as if of its own uncontrollable volition, initiated a voracious muscular squeezing along the full length of his deeply burrowing cock, her hard little nipples gouging sensuously into his chest. Her warm lovely belly pressured hotly upward against him while her thighs clamped and released at his waist as she worked her now hungrily accepting young pussy up and down the full hardness of his driving penis, helping to establish the tempo of their fucking.

"Oh Ken… darling, darling… don't ever stop," she murmured as his now aching rod of desire-hardened flesh soared into her moistly secreting cuntal sheath and her head began to flail excitedly from side to side. He saw the tiny teeth marks appear on her ripe lower lip where she'd nibbled at it; then, she was sucking and biting at his tongue and forcing her own into his mouth and almost wantonly, gasping warm, sweet breath into his throat.

He saw the thin film of sweat beading on her forehead beneath the entangled halo of honey-hued hair, and the way her neck was straining, low hums of erotic abandon beginning to gurgle from deep in her throat against his lips. Damn… damn… he'd never seen his proud little wife really let herself go this way! The erotic sight of her enchantingly naked body writhing and bucking in feverishly rising heat spurred him lasciviously on. She was his now… all his to fuck when and however he chose…!

Jean cried out beneath him, twisting suddenly to escape the abrupt, unexpected pain as he slipped his hands beneath the firm white cheeks of her smooth rounded buttocks and pulled her nakedly open loins up tighter to him, fucking into her defenseless young pussy with a new unleashed savagery. The vicious smacking of his heavy, semen-bloated balls against her tiny puckered anus and the smooth, softly yielding crevice between her upturned buttocks echoed lewdly throughout the small room.