John Reskind - Kappy

"Oh…! Oh my God!" Sandy blurted unintelligibly around Max's throbbing cock in her mouth, her passion glazed eyes wide as the beast began to fuck into her savagely from behind. "Unghh… unghh… unghhhh!" she grunted in vehement relief, while her buttocks of their own accord, began to move backwards rhythmically to meet Kappy's vicious long strokes plunging deep into the rising heat of her belly.

Max Keele watched through lustful eyes as Sandy's soft, red mouth clasped greedily around his heavily growing cock fucking upward into her face. The thin, tensile rim of her lips clung to it avidly, pink inner-flesh extracting each time he pulled out. He grinned lecherously as he fucked her mouth and watched her desire-contorted face suck and lick his hardened cock while his wife's young German shepherd. Kappy, skewered savagely into her teen-age cunt from behind. She'd taken both hands to cup and squeeze his semen bloated balls and he could see his thick, white secretions dribbling from the corners of her mouth in tiny, obscene rivulets, a masochistic little sparkle beginning to gleam in her befogged eyes.

Fuck, it was time to bring his Maggie into the fray now! He'd made her wait long enough. "C-Come on, baby," he motioned to the raven-haired beauty who was gaping at their shared rapture cravingly. "Let's get that sweet cunt down here where I can taste it!"

She did and eagerly, straddling his receptive face until her flushed and pink, open pussy was directly above his mouth. He clutched at the full rounded moons of her buttocks, drawing her moist, hair-lined vaginal slit down to him and thrusting his hot tongue deep up into her clasping cunt, feeling the velvety, warm flesh open and close in a lewd sucking movement of its own as she groaned out her passion into the heated room surrounding them.

In less than a minute, Maggie had cum twice and was moving toward her third orgasmic release from the magnificent licking tongue of her husband. God, she'd been made to wait too long and now she had no control whatever… but it had been worth it! Yes… yes… yessss! Ooooohhh… this was it! She couldn't stand anymore… and she was… was cuummmiiinnggg again…!

Sandy was lost in the heat of her own ungovernable passion… entirely unaware that Mrs. Keele had briefly straddled her husband's face, and just as unaware when the statuesque woman crawled off him and collapsed beside them… lost to every sense of her surroundings, conscious only of the increased vigor in the splendid animal thrusts pounding from behind up into the deepest parts of her wide stretched young cunt, and the naked loins of the man crushing up tighter and tighter against her cock-impaled face. She could feel the penis that was stiffly poling into her mouth begin tensing in forceful jerking movements and the presence of a hand behind her head gripping hard. His hairy pelvis closed in on her until she felt certain he was trying to drive his cock down her throat to meet the German shepherd's fucking far up into her belly, and that exaggerated thought alone drove her on wildly!

God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth… to swallow his cum and feel it dribble down her throat… then she sensed it swelling convulsively and sucked with renewed madness. Then it burst!

She heard him curse crudely, while his cock gushed forth thick, hot jets of the white, pungent liquid far back into her throat, her pale young cheeks ballooning and contracting as she swallowed desperately in tiny hungry gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest drop of the precious male fluid. Still, she felt the thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her mouth while the big man seemed to go limp beneath her, his shrinking cock slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth…

Both Maggie and the spent Director of Correction gaped in lecherous fascination, reading the wanton expression on the young girl's face when she raised it from his loins, thin, sticky strings of his sperm stretching from her tender lips to his now flaccid cock. Abruptly, they saw her mouth gasp open in a choking wail as she began to toss her head from side to side frantically, her auburn shoulder-length hair flailing and whipping about her face. She was in the beginning paroxysm of orgasm, both realized, gaping in lewd captivation at the wildly insane screwing of her soft, white buttocks back against the desperately humping dog like a rutting young bitch in heat.

Kappy panted heavily and his tongue hung loosely from his mouth as he fucked into the beautiful waving ass from behind, saliva dripping from it onto the coated film of sweat covering the hollow of her smooth, white waist. Again, she wailed like a dying banshee, ramming backward onto the animal-cock deliriously, just as he jerked forward and his lengthy, lust-thickened cock began the obvious spitting of its animal sperm with hard, bullet-like spurts deep into her hungrily milking young cunt.

Simultaneously, Sandy's rounded quivering buttocks started hollowing and tensing uncontrollably, indicating to the wide-eyed watching couple the climactic upheaval within her youthful heaving belly, and a thick, white combination of human-animal cum seeped from the blood flushed lips of her throbbing pussy that was squeezing and milking ravenously at the still hotly fucking dog-cock. Thin, lewd trickles of the hot viscid fluid ran in obscene little streams down the straining white columns of her soft inner-thighs. Her entire backside glistened nakedly in the light, displaying sweat and sperm soaked pubic-hair and open pink vaginal flesh as she pitched forward onto her face exhausted, the deflated penis of the great dog slipping wetly from her ravaged passage… and then he stepped over her prostrate nakedness to stand nobly above her… as if in earned conquest of her battered young body…

There was something about Mrs. Keele deciding to use Ken as a chauffeur that hadn't set at all well with Jean Wilson, but there was little she or her young husband could do about it, she realized. Mr. Keele had brought the uniform down to the kitchen while Jean was preparing the beautiful superintendent's breakfast, ordering Ken, who sat at the table having his coffee, to get into it, that his wife intended to use him in that, as well as other capacities.

It was the way he had said it, in an almost lewd tone of voice, that had upset Jean, but she hadn't let on to Ken who was angry enough in his own right at what he insisted was the "undressing" way the Director of Correction had looked at her. Of course, she had noticed and felt the big man's flinty eyes raking over her, but for some reason the act hadn't bothered her too much. Most girls were used to the lecherous glances of older men, passing them off as harmless gestures of wishful thinking; besides, Max Keele had a position to maintain and she doubted that he was about to gamble with that but his severely striking wife, she was another story!

All the same, Jean knew there was nothing she could do about it and decided to keep her uneasy feelings to herself, secretly watching out the window to see her husband drive off in one of the limousines with Mrs. Keele and her dog, Kappy, sitting regally in the back seat.

A morbid feeling of aloneness crept over her at that moment and she turned from the window with tiny tears puddling into her wide green eyes. Lord, it seemed that all she'd done the past two days was cloud up and cry, but she just couldn't seem to help herself; it was all so miserably unfair. If they'd actually committed some criminal offense…!

Perhaps if she went to Chief Lannigan and pleaded with him… made him realize that they knew nothing about the marijuana Nick had on him…? The robust police official had seemed so kind and understanding, actually such a jovial man… and she'd been certain he intended to let them go before Mr. Keele arrived… Then, what had happened and why? Could it be that this was the way the Keeles acquired free domestic help to serve them and maintain this elaborate home? But that was ridiculous with all the girls they had in the detention home not five hundred yards away…