SE-408 Kappy-Son Of Kaptain Volume Two
by Jon Reskind


Chapter 1

Not even the drab gray :Detention Home uniform she wore could hide the 
lovely, honey-blonde haired girl's young voluptuous curves as she 
walked along the dingy corridor ahead of the ugly-faced Chief Matron. 
With striking, wide green eyes alertly acknowledging unspoken words of 
encouragement from sister inmates framed in the barred openings behind 
locked cell doors, and with the firm little chin of her angelically 
beautiful, teenaged face held proudly high, Jean Wilson moved with a 
defiant, almost haughty gratefulness that neither the corrupt 
institution nor its depraved keepers had been able to strip from her in 
the short period she had been imprisoned.

Her wealth of long golden hair tumbling about her softly sloping, 
feminine shoulders created a vestal-like aureole belying the sensuous 
enticement of her high-set firmly thrusting young breasts and the 
gentle, provocative sway to her smoothly rounded hips and buttocks, and 
she was not unaware of the burning, lecherous eyes of her keeper 
hungrily undressing her from behind as she walked. She had already been 
schooled by her cellmates, Sandy Jarvis and Carla Montez, as to the 
lustfully perverted character of the ugly-faced, middle-aged woman. 
But, as her young informers had advised, the chances of falling, or 
being "tossed," into the woman's hands were small as long as one 
pleased the madam Superintendent and her equally lecherous, handsome 
spouse, the state Director of Correction, a horrifying plight that both 
she and her young husband, Ken, had already been subjected to.

In fact, at that very moment, Jean's unemotional expression was but a 
faade hiding the inner turmoil of fear, degradation, and heartbreak 
that had raged constantly within her since her awakening from the 
drugged stupor Maggie and Max Keele had forced upon both Ken and 
herself only days before. She could still barely comprehend the obscene 
sexual abuses they had been slavishly made to endure at the hands of an 
evil group of older men and women called the Spaxtons. That their 
tormentors had been wealthy and influential state officials of 
prominence only added to her sense of helplessness; yet, as morally 
shattered and fitfully despondent as she was, the determination to 
fight and resist them still burned intently within her curvaceous young 
body, and to all outward appearances she was far from being the mind-
broken sexual tool the stunningly beautiful Maggie Keele made of her 
unfortunate inmates.

"This way, Wilson," the big boned, heavy breasted matron known to Jean 
only as Seybor ordered, guiding her onto an elevator with a painful 
knuckle in the small of her back. "And I'd advise you to drop that 
snooty, stuck-up chin of yours a couple of inches before you walk into 
the Super's suite. You ought to have learned by now that she doesn't 
take kindly to smart-assed young pussy like you, oh?"

Jean made no motion of acknowledgment to Seybor's lewdly phrased 
statement, though she was well aware that what the coarse woman had 
said was all too true. Whether it was a youthful envy, or plain 
sadistic degeneracy on the part of the statuesque superintendent, she 
didn't know and hardly cared. Her one concern was, and had been, since 
emerging from her drugged coma, only of her twenty-year-old husband, 
whom they had framed on false drug charges as they had her, then had 
committed to a prison upstate. Because of her age, seventeen, and for 
obvious other reasons befitting their lustful desires, Maggie and Max 
Keele had seen to it that she had been put in the Home.

God, she could still hardly believe the deplorably sordid course of 
events which had placed her on that elevator ascending them upward to 
the raven-haired superintendent's personal suite ... another 
impregnable den like the Keele private home some five hundred years 
from the institution. A shudder of cold apprehension rippled over 
Jean's soft, satiny flesh beneath the plain, unattractive uniform. She 
had no idea why the austerely ravishing official had taken such a 
dislike to her from the very beginning, when she and Ken had been 
ordered to serve out their probationary sentences as domestic servants 
in their private home. But she unquestionably had ... and then had 
seductively coerced Ken into illicit sex, while the handsome Director 
had raped ... or at the very least, blackmailed her into a wantonly 
shameful sexual performance she would never be able to wipe from her 
memory, any more than she would the unbelievable bestial acts with 
their dog, Kappy, that she had been a part of later on ...

"You know, Wilson, if you'd just smarten up a bit and be nice to the 
right people around here, you'd have it made," Seybor suggested, 
interrupting the exquisite blonde teenager's anguished thoughts, a 
lurid half-grin playing around her homely, thin-lipped mouth.

Immediately, a feeling of repugnance washed through Jean's tremulous 
belly at the obvious meaning of the big Chief Matron's advice, but she 
tried to ignore it. All the same, it brought to memory the way she had 
run from the bedroom of Maggie Keele that night of the terrible Spaxton 
meeting when the Superintendent, enticingly naked, had nearly 
mesmerized her into a revolting lesbian act ... and this, too, Jean 
realized, the stunning official had not forgiven her for. She couldn't 
help but wonder with that abominable experience plaguing her, why the 
woman had sent for her, or what dreaded thing lay ahead ...

Abruptly, her thoughts were once more severed as she felt the hot, 
heavy hand of the homely matron smooth caressingly over the soft curve 
of one rounded, resilient buttock, and every muscle in her young 
voluptuous body tautened abhorrence. Her reflexive action was automatic 
as she pivoted and slapped the older woman sharply across the face.

"Damn you! Don't you ever put your filthy hands on me again!" Jean spat 
through clenched white teeth.

Momentarily stunned, Seybor could only stare in shocked awe at her 
lovely young prisoner. Then: "Why ... why you stupid little bitch!" she 
snarled in growing rage, her big unfeminine hand covering the red 
splotch on her stinging cheek. "I'll break your stuck-up ass for that 
...!"

Realization of her unforgivable mistake stuck Jean with the force of a 
paralyzing blow as the bigger woman started to grab her, but 
simultaneously, the elevator doors opened and the enraged Chief Matron 
caught herself, her small, red-rimmed eyes -blazing with vehement 
hatred. Viciously, she licked at her lips that were drained of blood, 
then slowly stretched them into a wicked leer.

"I-I'm sorry ..." Jean stammered, the fearful apology tumbling from her 
lush, trembling lips. "I-I didn't mean ..."

"You'll be sorrier, bitch!" Seybor whispered raspily, the humorless 
grin never leaving her distorted, heavy-jawed face. "Now, I know I'm 
going to get you ... but I can wait ... Just remember that, I can wait 
... and when you're least expecting it ... I'll be there!" She laughed 
then, a lasciviously frightening sound that caused a series of icy 
chills to race along Jean's spine. "Come on, you stupid little cunt!" 
she ordered, jerking the young girl from the elevator with a cruel hand 
grasping her small wrist in a vise-like grip. "I'll wait my turn."

Jean was too upset to further resist the ill-tempered, enraged Seybor's 
rough handling even had she dared. She stood meekly by the large metal 
desk in the outer office which the elevator opened into, the nebulous 
thought occurring to her that the lift itself was the only accessible 
means to Maggie Keele's private suite and this, the Chief Matron's 
office. Tenaciously, she raised her chin once more, determined to carry 
off her false courageous front even though the turmoil seething inside 
her had driven her to the brink of desperate tears. Dear God, what was 
to happen next ...?

"Mrs. Keele, I have Wilson here," the ugly-featured keeper spoke into 
an intercom unit, never taking her angrily inflamed eyes from the young 
blonde girl's resolute face.

"Good ... bring her in, Seybor," Jean heard the superintendent's 
throaty voice order, this followed by a buzzing sound that released the 
electric lock on the metal door before her. The harrier slid open and 
suddenly she felt Seybor's knuckle jab painfully into the small of her 
back once more, thrusting her forward into the unexpected splendor of 
the luxuriously appointed suite, the heavy door quickly closing with a 
decisive click behind her.

Jean saw the raven-haired, ivory skinned beauty then, but not behind a 
desk as she had anticipated, nor dressed in the customary clothing a 
woman of her position might be expected to wear. There was such an 
office-like arrangement in a small alcove at one corner of the 
spacious, grandly furnished room, but Maggie Keele day indolently 
sprawled on a satin-pillowed sofa at the opposite end, a flowing, 
diaphanous black nglige the obvious single garment covering her soft, 
lithe nakedness. A tall, cool-looking drink sat upon a small table 
beside her, and on the floor rested the handsome German shepherd dog, 
Kappy, a noble animal which Jean had already been so humiliatingly 
introduced to.

The gallant brute arose to its feet and began wagging its tail as if in 
recognition of her, and Jean couldn't deny the vague sensations of 
excitement the sight of him aroused in her young belly and loins, as 
well as in the deep recesses of her brain; yet, it still seemed like 
some outrageous dream born out of the drugged state she had unwittingly 
been subjected to.

"Well, it appears that Kappy remembers your little affair, Jean 
darling," the striking, sensually clad brunette meaningfully greeted, a 
lewd overtone to her smoky voice, while her dark-onyx eyes sparkled as 
they swept lecherously up and down the lovely blonde girl's unhideable 
soft curves. "Come over here beside me. I want to look closer at you. 
And you, Kappy, lie down."

Jean did, but hesitantly, pausing several feet from the plush sofa as 
the German shepherd responded to its mistress' command. She saw then 
that what she had first surmised was so: the Superintendent's 
voluptuous white nakedness was alluringly visible through the wispy 
veil of the sheer nglige covering her. Though she had to be fortyish, 
her rounded full breasts were erect mounds of enviably firm white 
flesh, their nipple-capped peaks hardened, berry-like buds. Jean 
couldn't limp her eyes from trailing downward to her flat belly and the 
narrow slenderness of her waist and further to the enticing flare of 
her hips. Her long, shapely legs rested one over the other at the 
ankles, her rounded, full white thighs erotically enhanced by the soft 
black curls of pubic hair enshadowing their juncture. Nervously, Jean 
fidgeted with her hands, the unexpected exhibitionism taking her off-
guard and momentarily, as it had before in the woman's bedroom, briefly 
hypnotizing her.

"What's wrong, dear? Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before? Or, 
perhaps it's just that I sensually arouse you ... is that it?" Maggie 
Keele taunted, stirring languorously to provoke her ivory-white charms 
into inciting ripples beneath the flimsy material.

Jean felt her cheeks flushing hotly at the smirking woman's 
insinuation. The spell was broken. All of the emotional turbulence she 
had entered there with suddenly churned again inside her, and this 
accompanied with a newborn raging anger at the lecherous 
Superintendent's implied meaning.

"What are you trying to do to us?" she flung at her hedonistic 
tauntress. "And why ... why?"

"Do to you ...?" Maggie repeated, the inflection of her husky voice 
suggesting astonishment. She tilted her head slightly where it rested 
against the fluffed satin of the pillow and let her sparkling eyes 
soften. "My dear, I thought you understood that I'm only trying to help 
you. That's why I had Seybor bring you here to me ...

"Then why did you separate Ken and me? And why did you have him sent 
upstate to the prison?" Jean shot at her, struggling desperately to 
hold back the flow of tears which were ready to burst from her young 
emotion-filled eyes. "We did nothing and you know it! We were drugged 
right out of our minds, and you ... all of you and your terrible 
Spaxtons used us like animals ... worse than animals ...!"

"All right, that will do, Wilson!" Maggie Keele retaliated, her throaty 
voice suddenly growing sharp with authoritative impatience. She raised 
to a sitting position, swinging her small feet to the floor, the 
nglige falling carelessly open to expose nearly all of her naked, 
fully rounded breasts and a good measure of ivory white thighs almost 
to the exotic crest of her silken, hair-adorned loins. "I doubt that 
you're so stupidly nave as to think that anyone would believe such a 
story. In fact, weren't the two of you arrested in the first place for 
possession of marijuana?"

"No, we were not!" Jean defended. "A boy that we had just met had some, 
but Ken and I had no idea ..."

"Of course," Maggie said, cutting the lovely blonde girl short and 
gaining her feet. "The detention homes and prisons are filled with 
innocent people like you who swear they were framed." The ravishing 
brunette picked up her tall drink and sipped from it, making no effort 
to draw the loosened folds of her wispy nglige over the revealed, 
smooth white flesh of her sensuously displayed curves. "In both you and 
your husband's case, you violated the probationary sentences that Mr. 
Keele, in his kindness, managed to obtain for you by again using drugs 
in our home. So, that's why you're here and Ken is in prison;"

"But ... dear God, I tell you we didn't and never have used anything 
like that," Jean pathetically insisted, the tears uncontrollably 
spilling down her soft, teenaged cheeks. "We were drugged, Mrs. Keele 
... and you know it! Oh God ... please ... please let us go ... or at 
least, help Ken get out of that awful prison ...?"

This was the moment that Maggie Keele had been waiting for, that first 
touching instant of pitiableness when they began to beg, and a ripple 
of sadistically lecherous excitement raced through her insatiable, 
almost naked loins and belly. She had the luscious little bitch now, 
had her at last ready to crawl ... anything to save her husband, and 
she intended to savor every delicious moment of it.

"Well now ... do I understand that you're begging me, Jean darling?" 
the raven-haired Superintendent derisively put to her as she sipped 
again from her glass. She half-smiled vindictively, the obscene 
thoughts filling her mind causing her onyx eyes to gleam with wanton 
lust. The voluptuous young bitch, she wouldn't ... couldn't run from 
her this time!

"Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes ... I'm praying to you," Jean whimpered, wiping 
at her eyes with a facial tissue from her pocket, refusing to listen to 
the inner voice of her own better judgment. Anything ... any price 
wasn't too great for this boy she loved ... "Please ... please help 
...?"

Maggie moistened her sensuous lips with the pink tip of her wet tongue. 
"And if I should, what do you offer in return, my dear?"

An icy tingle of dread shivered upward along Jean's spine. There wasn't 
the slightest inkling of a doubt in her tormented young mind of what 
nature the ravishing lecheress' demands would be. She stared with 
mounting apprehension into the beautiful woman's waiting, licentious 
eyes, while inwardly she prayed for the strength to do whatever would 
be expected of her. Oh God ...

"A-Anything ... whatever is necessary ..." Jean finally whispered, 
chokingly. "B-But you must promise me that Ken will be freed ..."

"We'll discuss that part of it later, Jean darling," Maggie hissed, 
moving close to the girl until they nearly touched. "Would you like a 
drink or something first? I have some pot if you prefer. It might help 
... like the acid did at the party."

Jean gaped at her. She had given herself away ... openly admitted to 
drugging them ... the very reason Ken was in prison and she there in 
her horrible situation at that very moment ... yet there was absolutely 
nothing she could do about it ... nothing, only give herself to the 
vile whims of this lust-filled woman if she wanted to help her 
imprisoned husband ...!

"Well, speak up, damn it!" Maggie rasped impatiently. "Drink, pot ... 
what?"

"Oh God..." Jean whimpered in confusion. She was no drinker, and she'd 
truly never used drugs of any kind, but whatever sang-froid and 
determination she had entered the female official's suite with had 
completely deserted her. She had to have something to rebolster her 
courage or she would never be able to go through with it. "Yes ... yes, 
the marijuana ..."

Maggie took a step backward, a snide smirk creeping over her severely 
perfect features. "So, the little girl who has never used drugs chooses 
grass. Now, that's funny ... really funny."

Jean didn't bother to answer the woman's taunting remarks. She knew it 
would be useless. Her choice had been based on the information Ken had 
once casually passed to her, along with other young people she had 
known. It was, they said, the lesser of the two evils, and right at 
that dread-filled moment she wanted only an immunity of feelings from 
whatever deplorable act was to come. Subconsciously, she watched the 
enticingly voluptuous superintendent move away from her toward a small 
table, her veiled, naked loveliness provocatively visible as she 
walked, the rounded fullness of her lush buttocks quivering with each 
step, the shadowed crevice separating them raising a strange, 
unexplainable sensation deep inside Jean's tense young belly.

Maggie returned carrying a small enameled chest which she held open in 
front of her. "This is my private stock. It's hashish ... the very 
best." She took one and waited for Jean to do the same, then lighted 
them both with a table lighter.

"I ... honest ... Mrs. Keele, I've never smoked one before," Jean 
stammered, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at the sweet-
smelling smoke drifting up from the lighted end. "I-I don't know what 
to do ..."

Maggie studied her, not knowing whether to believe the girl or not. 
They were all such lying young bitches ... but this one she wanted to 
totally possess and break to her will more than any of her endless list 
of helpless victims. She had to see her crawling, begging, willingly 
subjecting herself to the most degrading, beautifully humiliating 
things she could imagine. She said:

"Puff on it ... slowly at first ... like this ..."

Jean watched her draw in gently, but deeply, inhaling the smoke in the 
same manner. With trembling hand and constant reminders that she was 
doing it for Ken, she did as she was instructed, finding the taste 
unusual but not unpleasant. She repeated the act, inwardly praying once 
more that the drug would completely numb her tormented senses, taking 
more and drawing it deeper down into her lungs, desperately holding it 
there in the manner of the sensuous woman watching her. Neither spoke 
for a passing of minutes while Jean continued to experiment, her fear 
that it was not going to have any effect on her constantly mounting. 
After a few inhalations, she could barely notice it going down. Almost 
frantically, she took a long, deep measure of the smoke and held it as 
long as she could.

"I-It isn't working!" Jean heard herself exclaim, but her own voice 
sounded a slight distance away.

Maggie smiled, her dark onyx-eyes gleaming knowingly. "Don't worry, 
darling, it's working all right," she said, her voice also seeming a 
long ways away to Jean. "Do you like it ...?"

"I-I don't know," the teenaged blonde lovely replied, suddenly feeling 
surprisingly soft and buoyant. The longer she withheld the smoke the 
more uplifted in spirits she seemed to become. She saw Maggie Keele's 
exotic face smiling at her from what appeared to be a great distance 
off, and it occurred to her that she'd never realized what a 
breathtakingly beautiful woman she was ... and then, Maggie was 
floating toward her ... holding out her hands. A fleeting trace of 
apprehension raced through Jean, passing immediately in the aura of 
warmth the drug had spread through her entire, curvaceous young body...

The apparition seemed to engulf her and she sensed the extended 
delicate hands on her breasts, causing an ensemble of mixed emotions to 
tingle within her mind and immediately awakened young body; yet she had 
no power, nor hardly the desire to resist. She felt as if spellbound in 
her overwhelming state of delicious intoxication while the exquisite 
face moved closer to hers and its perfect, soft mouth closed down upon 
her own, tenderly, wetly, warmly ... and finally with a growing 
urgency.

Her own lips felt strangely soft in response, and she sensed them being 
pressed apart by the vision's sweet-tasting tongue, sliding moistly 
between them into her mouth. The strong, statuesque body came hard 
against her then, its thinly veiled stomach and yielding warm loins 
beginning an intimate undulating motion.

"You're a luscious girl, Jean darling," the husky voice whispered hotly 
into her mouth. "You should never have run away from me that night in 
my bedroom the way you did ... but I'll forgive you if you make it up 
to me now ..."

"A-And Ken ...? Wh-What about him ...?"

"Shhh, we mustn't talk about him now ... or anyone but you and me."

"I-I ... what do you want ... me to do?" Jean managed, the enchanting 
woman's suggestions like a command to the lovely teenager's 
anesthetized mind, as she slipped even more into the ecstasy of her 
unfamiliar dream world.

Maggie hungrily kissed her again and Jean met her hot, probing little 
tongue reflexive]y with her own as she felt the eager hands caressing 
her aroused, swelling young breasts and smoothing over her soft, 
resilient curves with intimate strokes that were rapidly stimulating 
her lush, teenaged body. She felt them move down to possessively cup 
and massage the slightly quivering mounds of her rounded buttocks, 
drawing her tightly into soft, silken loveliness ... and somewhere, a 
dog whimpered...

"I'm going to undress you now, my luscious doll," the smoky voice 
breathed, to which Jean could not reply, but instead, allowed herself 
to be drawn down onto the satin-pillowed sofa; then, gentle expert 
fingers began to move excitingly over her, removing her clothing.

Again, a brief sensation of repugnance at being touched so intimately 
by another female flittered through Jean, but she would not let it 
dwell there. Something horribly fascinating ... strangely forbidden was 
happening to her ... and she was doing it for Ken ... all for Ken, 
though at that moment she could no longer quite fathom why. Whatever, 
she wanted it to continue ...! And then, she was naked, as was the 
voluptuous apparition which was again drawing her upward onto her feet. 
The cooling air of the room bathed her curvaceous young body 
incitingly, bringing her small pink nipples to a rigid hardness as 
Maggie Keele pressed closer to her, brushing her ivory nakedness 
against Jean's soft, supple young flesh, their sensitive little nipple 
tips touching, their yielding full breasts flattening against each 
other's, their lush, satin-smooth thighs meeting as did the silken 
triangles of black and golden pubic curls between their long shapely 
legs.

Jean gasped with the erotic tremor of delight that rippled over her now 
intensively sensitized flesh and through her drug-dazed mind, as the 
beautiful woman's hands caressed her soft white buttocks, spreading 
them apart to slip between and lewdly stroke her tight little puckered 
anus with a lustful, if gentle, finger. Once more, Jean shivered with 
alien excitement, sensing the growing moisture up between her legs that 
had seeped from her aroused vagina and ardently flushing pussy lips.

Suddenly, Maggie's soft hands slithered down her rounded hips and 
smoothly tapered thighs as she lowered to her knees before her and 
began kissing the satiny warm skin of their inner flesh, working slowly 
upward to the sparsely covered, golden-haired lips of her now hotly 
tingling cunt.

The lecherous superintendent's onyx eyes sparkled gem-like as they 
locked on the narrow pink crevice where already a tiny dewdrop of 
viscid moisture glistened from the girl's building passion. Greedily, 
she flicked out her tongue-tip swiping its fresh young deliciousness 
into her mouth; then she drew her hot, wet tongue from the point where 
the pink ribbon of velvety flesh enjoined the smooth cleft between 
Jean's lush buttocks, lightly tracing the thin coral line separating 
her desire-swollen vaginal lips through the golden entanglements of 
silken curls upward to its very peak, feeling the tremor of erotic 
pleasure ripple over the gorgeous girl's naked body. With her thumbs, 
she spread open the soft outer cuntal lips until the teenager's 
delicate pink clitoris came into full view before her, then she wetly 
licked at it causing Jean to gasp out a choking moan.

Maggie pressed her backward to the sofa, and as she dropped onto it, 
Jean felt her fully rounded thighs being raised and pressed back toward 
her shoulders. She lifted her head to dazedly watch the beautiful 
lecheress' face bury itself into her now nakedly exposed loins, her 
short black tresses tauntingly grazing the silken flesh of her 
quivering belly as she began to lick and suck at her hot, wet cunt with 
a furious hunger.

Jean's cloud of moments before had begun to wear thin and she found 
herself wishing she had smoked all of the euphoric cigarette. The mind-
bending sensations Maggie Keele was firing in her sensitive young loins 
and causing to flutter intensively in her teenaged belly were 
breathtaking; yet even as she began to uncontrollably writhe and squirm 
beneath the woman's burning, lustful tongue and sucking lips, revulsion 
toward the obscene lesbian act reared within her. Her upbringing and 
natural instincts were in total contrast, and she had never in her 
remotest dreams believed she could willingly be a party to such 
perversion. But then, vaguely, she remembered Ken and her reason for 
submission to the majestic woman's salacious depravity ... she had 
promised to help free him from prison ... yes ... yes! And there she 
must lie on her back with her legs obscenely raised high, her soft, 
tingling thighs spread wide beneath this beautifully wicked creature 
whose hot, wet mouth and probing tongue were bringing her unbelievable, 
forbidden pleasure ... and she was going to help them ... yes ... yes!

Oh God! She was sucking her tiny, sensitive clitoris and nipping at it 
with her taunting white teeth, sending almost violent spasms of lust-
building intoxication spiraling through her. It was near maddening ... 
erotically maddening! Then, suddenly, her searching tongue had moved 
downward and was sliding smoothly in and out of the hot, moistened 
walls of her vagina, wetly rotating around the thinly bearded edges of 
its elastic-tight mouth, slipping deeply up inside her again as her 
passage dilated receptively to the woman's licentious love-making.

An unrestrainable shudder raced over Jean when she felt her obscenely 
spread buttocks being raised by the long, slender hands cupping the 
resilient, fleshy cheeks, and she voluntarily now held her own knees 
tight to her breasts as she sensed the hot, lust-provoking tongue trail 
downward through her smooth, hairless crevice to her tiny, sensitively 
flexing anus. It licked with a mind-shattering wantonness that raised 
guttural moans from deep in her chest; then its tip pressed firmly 
between the hairless, baby-like lips of the excited little hole, 
penetrating but a fraction of an inch, even though the erotically 
incited teenager had tried to help by relaxing her anal muscles to the 
fullest degree. And then, once more the deliciously wicked, hot tongue 
returned to her inflamed cunt, darting up into her like a frightened 
little serpent and always flicking back to her quiveringly erect 
clitoris, while the pressure mounted wildly in her fervid young loins.

Abruptly, Maggie Keele raised her head and smiled. Jean lowered her 
legs slowly, a wave of disappointment at the loss of the pleasure-
bringing tongue flittering through her.

"Come down and kiss me, you luscious little love-bitch," the raven-
haired woman hissed sensually.

Jean immediately sat upright while Maggie got to her knees between her 
still lewdly spread legs. Obediently, she wrapped her arms around the 
woman's neck, planting her soft, young lips on the moist, glistening 
mouth, tasting the poignant flavor of her own vaginal secretions there. 
The reaction of her aroused senses set off new infusing excitement 
coursing madly through her.

Finally, Maggie said: "I think it's time for another cigarette. We'll 
share this one, my little pussy-girl."

"Yes ... yes ..." Jean whispered, the woman's lewd and lust-rousing 
love-terms adding inexplicable fuel to her ever-building desire.

She watched the tantalizing movement of the woman's alluring nakedness 
as she crossed the room to the little enameled box. Her dazed, green 
eyes clung magnetically to the enticing little sway of her smoothly 
rounded buttocks, the stirring sight sensuously affecting her. It 
occurred to her then, that she had never fully realized the provocative 
beauty in a woman's body ... the erotic enchantment of it ... the 
forbidden desire it could create ...

Maggie returned dragging deep and holding the marijuana smoke in her 
lungs before she lay down on the sofa beside her, extending the 
cigarette. Jean took it and did the same.

God! What was happening to her? It was all unexplainable in words. She 
had never before known such rapturous sensations. She sucked deeply and 
held it, the velvety softness immediately swooping down to envelop her. 
She handed the cigarette back to her lecherous lover and 
simultaneously, her hand, as if of its own volition, reached for the 
woman's lush, firmly resilient breast.

Maggie gasped in pleasant surprise at the soft, unexpected touch. 
"Ughnnnn ... do you like them, my little cunt-girl ...?"

"Y-Yes ... oh yes ..." Jean whispered, moving close to the beautiful 
woman's naked white body, trying to cuddle tightly against it.

Eagerly, Maggie engulfed her in her arms and held her, smiling in self-
satisfaction down at her lovely young face. It was more than she had 
even remotely expected. The pot had completely bent the luscious young 
bitch's brain ... destroyed her moralistic judgment and raised the 
basic, natural instincts to take command of her impassioned young 
flesh. Wild sensations of carnal lust charged through the older woman 
as she placed the cigarette between her lips and ran her hot hand down 
over Jean's soft, smooth belly, and down further to her vibrantly wet 
pussy, drawing a finger upward between the moist, flushed lips.

Jean moaned, attempting to move closer as Maggie cupped her own erect 
full breast and pressed its hardened nipple into the girl's young, 
receptive mouth. She began to suck hungrily, her small hand coming up 
to tenderly hold and caress the resilient mound of warm, white flesh.

"Y-You delicious baty-bitch!" Maggie salaciously gasped. "You love to 
suck my titties, don't you? Don't you?"

"Mmmmm ... Mmmmm," Jean moaned in her overwhelming drugged passion.

"Damn ... damn!" the beautiful, naked brunette cursed, the sight of the 
long blonde-haired teenager's lovely face and lush young lips glued so 
possessively to her breast firing her lust to even greater intensity. 
"Well now well see how well you like to eat cunt!" She smiled, tossing 
the cigarette into an ashtray and quickly maneuvering her voluptuous 
nakedness until she straddled Jean's prostrate form lying dreamily upon 
its drug-induced cloud, moving up until her rounded white buttocks 
flattened the young girl's erect, high-set breasts hard down against 
her chest.

Jean looked up at the beautiful face knowingly, remembering the intense 
erotic pleasure the woman's hot, moist tongue had brought her, a 
strange forbidden feeling of reciprocation filling her. Yet, even in 
her drugged state, she realized that she had never committed such an 
act of lesbianism before ... but she wanted to ... Yes, she wanted to! 
Then, Maggie was raising up until her wet, hair-fringed cunt was 
directly over Jean's excitedly gasping mouth ... and she licked out 
readily with her tiny, moistened tongue, spreading the dark pubic 
curls, drawing it experimentally up through the length of glistening 
velvety flesh.

"Uuuuuuuuunnnnnngggghhh!" Maggie Keele groaned passionately as 
unprecedented sensations of raging desire charged hotly through the 
teenaged girl's curvaceous white body at the wickedness of her 
perverted act. She reached up with trembling, eager hands to grasp 
tightly the beautiful woman's smoothly flared hips, pulling her loins 
down closer as she raved her wildly flitting little tongue through the 
hot, pink folds of her warmly secreting cunt ... exploring her erect 
quivering clitoris and the seethingly moist walls of her vagina, her 
own passionately inflamed desires continuing to mount within the exotic 
rapture clouding her brain.

Wildly, Jean's growing lust burned inside her as she continued to lick 
and suck at the hotly moistened loins up between the older woman's 
beautiful, widespread thighs. Her small, soft hands clutched at the 
full, rounded mounds of the softly yielding buttocks, while the latter, 
her hands smoothing down over her nakedly trembling belly, salaciously 
parted the flushed, hair-lined lips of her pink sensuous cunt with her 
fingers on either side, exposing the intricate velvety folds of coral-
hued flesh to the young girl's open, avid mouth and lashing tongue.

"Oh damn ... damn!" Maggie choked in her uncontrollable passion, at 
last noticing the way the curvaceous blonde teenager's hips and 
buttocks had begun to writhe and squirm in under her. "Get up on your 
knees and let me lie down!" she exclaimed suddenly. "I want to watch 
Kappy fuck you from behind while you eat my cunt! Hurry!"

Something vague, yet familiar, both exciting and degradingly abominable 
passed through Jean's memory bank, but she could no longer think 
intelligently; she merely stared in passion-filled entrancement, her 
wet, seething young pussy forcing her unquestionable decision with its 
insane desire for fulfillment. Drunkenly, she tried to get to her knees 
between the beautiful woman's long, widespread white legs.

"Hurry ... and lift that luscious young ass higher!" Maggie rasped 
licentiously, and Jean did, raising her naked white buttocks high in 
the air.

"Come, Kappy! Up! Fuck her, Baby! Fuck her!

Jean felt the weight of the powerful animal leap onto the sofa behind 
her, and as her softly hanging young breasts swayed beneath her chest 
and her belly quivered uncontrollably, she looked up at the beautiful 
raven-haired woman to see her drug-sparkling eyes gleaming obscenely as 
she directed the German shepherd back to her vulnerable white buttocks.



Chapter 2


Jean could not qualify the apprehensive repugnance that continued to 
wash through her in helpless waves, even as her desire for sensual 
fulfillment raged out of control in her drug-fogged mind. She sensed 
the warm animal breath of the sniffing dog brushing against her 
intensively inflamed genitals and again she looked at the taunting 
older woman who was watching salaciously with eagerly waiting eyes.

God ... she wanted to scream ... to do anything that might break the 
drugged cocoon of lust that was helplessly imprisoning her ... but then 
she felt the wet animal nose tease against her tiny exposed anus, 
making her jerk uncontrollably forward with the erotic shock. Abruptly, 
she sensed Kappi's hot, wet tongue snake out and lick moistly up and 
down the smooth, deep crevice separating her lewdly upraised buttocks. 
It taunted the tiny recessed circle of her anal ring, then began 
licking at the pink, slightly revealed flesh of her desire-moistened 
aunt, running the full length of it, until she sensed Maggie's 
impatient hand squeezing her sensitively hanging breast.

"Spread your legs wider apart! Wider, damn it!" the beautiful lecheress 
commanded. "Open that young bitch-cunt to him!"

"Oh ... oh God ... please ... I-I ..."

"Do as I tell your" Maggie snapped, and she did, unable to help 
herself.

Again, the massive dog ran its hot, thick tongue the full length of her 
young vulnerable loins. He licked all the way up and down from the 
snugly clenched little mouth of her rectum to the hotly flushed lips of 
her helplessly spread pussy. Time and again, the great dog repeated the 
act, its hotly searing tongue laving through her soft, hair-fringed 
young cunt lips as if obscenely trained to the performance, spreading 
her vaginal slit open in the tenderest, most sensitive parts until she 
began to unrestrainably squirm and writhe her naked buttocks back at 
his hungry, animalistic lapping of her helplessly unprotected loins.

Once more, Jean gaped in shamed futility at the nakedly reclined 
superintendent, realizing the uselessness of the gesture even as she 
did it, angry with her own self in her drugged, mind-bent world as the 
exciting sensations the brute was adding to her already insane lust was 
beginning to take command of her.

God! She was losing all sense of control! She whimpered erotically as 
Kappy again drew his thickly splaying tongue the full length of her 
wet, seething cuntal crevice. Unwittingly, she tried to widen her knees 
further to open the throbbing pink flesh between her now voluntarily 
straining thighs more completely to him. His ravishing animal tongue 
thrust wildly through the wetly flooding flesh, teasing at the mouth of 
her welcoming vagina and licking at her helplessly squirming loins 
mercilessly. Then, she saw the raven-haired woman drawing her knees all 
the way back to her breasts so that her naked, silken-haired cunt and 
widespread buttock cheeks were lewdly presented to her.

At that moment, Jean felt the powerful animal mount her from behind, 
its hard, furry body crowding in toward her defenselessly raised 
buttocks, powerful forelegs clutching like hairy male arms at the white 
satiny flesh of her rounded hips. The beautiful beasts lashing tongue 
had set her already seething loins afire with mind-shattering desire 
and as she turned her head to look back, she caught their entire 
obscene reflection in a strategically placed wall mirror. The sight of 
the handsome German shepherd mounting the spread white moons of her 
smoothly ovaled buttocks, plus that of the raven-haired older wombats 
curvaceous nakedness, her ivory-white thighs pulled back in lewd 
presentation of her sensuously moist cunt to be licked and sucked, sent 
unbelievable sensations of lascivious carnality racing through Jean's 
drug-incited brain and body.

She breathlessly gaped at the sight of Kappy's glistening, scarlet 
penis as it emerged from its long sheath, wet and hard, the drippingly 
tapered end slipping and dancing as it probed the damp, pink crevice of 
her voraciously hungering young cunt. She felt the strong animal body 
jerk against the flesh of her softly yielding buttocks as he tried to 
penetrate the moist steaming mouth of her vagina with the thickly 
pointed shaft of jerking cock-flesh.

"Reach back and spread your cunt to help him, damn it!" Maggie rasped 
lustfully, as she, too, watched with glazed, rapacious eyes the 
reflection in the mirror of her own slender, feminine hand moving down 
between her obscenely spread thighs to lewdly work a probing index 
finger smoothly in and out between the blood-swollen lips of her 
moistly contracting cuntal passage.

With an escaping sensual moan, Jean shifted her quivering white 
buttocks about in an effort to capture the dog's lengthening hard cock, 
the impassioned tension burning inside her mounting to nearly an 
unbearable point. Dear God, she wanted ... had to have the long, thick 
animal prick inside her seething, moist cunt ... racing up into her 
soft, fire-filled belly before she went mad with her building desire! 
She reached back between her lewdly spread thighs, grasping the 
slippery animal organ, guiding its pulsating, hot tip to the wetly 
lubricated mouth of her hungrily nibbling vagina. She moved it up and 
down several times to part the thin blonde pubic hair and immediately 
the beast thrust upward, spearing her inflamed cunt-channel open wider 
and wider as it buried the long rod of thickened, hard animal penis 
deep up into her hotly squirming young cunt hole.

Maggie watched in licentious fascination as the thick scarlet rod of 
dog-cock slithered forward with a wet, bestial charge until it was sunk 
to the hilt, Kappy's hairy, sperm-bloated balls swinging wildly into 
the softness below the young girl's damp, golden pussy hair.

"Oh God ..!" Jean choked out, her wide green eyes staring glazedly as 
the great dog began to fuck jerkily into her from behind while she 
subconsciously watched Maggie's several immersed fingers moving sleekly 
in and out of her own pink, moistly splayed cunt. "Ooooohhhh ... 
oooohhhh ... oooohhhh," she chanted in sensuous release, beginning to 
screw her lush young buttocks back with an obscene rhythm to meet the 
animal's powerfully long strokes into her.

Maggie watched in lewd fascination, her slender fingers pummeling the 
lubricious raw flesh of her own insatiable pussy, while her eyes locked 
on her young prisoner's ecstatically contorted face, enraptured by the 
supreme fucking Kappy was giving her. She watched her full, whitely 
quivering breasts dancing and swaying beneath her writhing young torso, 
keeping cadence with the huge animal's heavy lengthed cock fucking 
deeper and deeper into her from behind, his strong sinewy body smacking 
and spreading further apart the soft white moons of her upraised 
buttocks with every solid stroke. It was a merciless piston of 
glistening animal sinew, sinking to its full depths into her soft, 
fire-enraged belly.

Suddenly, Maggie reached down and entwined her long fingers in Jean's 
honey-blonde tresses to lustfully press the passion-crazed girl's 
lovely face downward between her drawn-up, widespread thighs into the 
moistoned, hair-fringed flesh of her burning loins, feeling the 
unhesitant teenager's hot, wet tongue begin to lick voraciously at the 
glistening, velvety folds of her widely splayed cunt ... the lush 
softness of her ovaled lips sucking wildly at her erect, tiny clitoris. 
Then, the length of the lust-incited girl's searing little tongue 
darted feverishly up into her clasping vaginal hole, slashing, 
swirling, sucking ... while Maggie felt her young, hot breaths coming 
in tight gasps against her sensitive, inner cunt flesh, all of the time 
rotating her luscious white ass cheeks furiously, grinding them back 
onto Kappy's massive cock like a bitch animal in heat.

Damn, it was more than she had ever conceived in her lecherous mind; 
the breathtaking young Venus had lost all control, and at that moment 
was little more than a deranged mass of sensually perspiring female 
flesh. The lewdly erotic sight was more than Maggie could any longer 
stand. Her own climax was about to erupt inside her from the beautiful 
mouthing of her screaming hot cunt that the ecstasy-maddened girl was 
administering. She tossed back her beautiful head in an unrestrainable 
spasm, wailing deeply as the bubble burst and waves of orgasmic 
pleasure rocketed through her insatiable loins and belly, causing her 
long shapely legs to jerk out spasmodically on either side of Jean's 
golden head buried deep between her quaking white thighs.

Abruptly, Jean lifted her sensuously slackened face to cry out a 
guttural sound from deep in her own chest. Her glazed green eyes grew 
round and wide as she blurted: "Ooohhhh Godddd ... I can't stand it! I-
It's too much ... too much!" And her voice died in a strangled mixture 
of sob and sigh, her head tossing wildly from side to side, her long 
blonde hair flailing crazily as she began the first convulsions of 
climax, screwing her wildly undulating buttocks back onto the driving, 
long, thick animal cock with wanton depravity.

Maggie watched in the mirror, reveling in her triumph over the 
rebellious young bitch as Kappy's long dripping tongue hung loosely 
from the open mouth of his head, panting and dropping saliva onto the 
white satiny flesh of Jean's smoothly hollowed back, while the beast 
fucked with savage fury into her insanely contorting buttocks from 
behind. Then, Jean shrieked and slammed her lush, rounded ass back 
against the assaulting animal with a desperate, frantic jerk as 
simultaneously the brute thrust forward and his massive cock began to 
spew its heated animal sperm deep up into her desperately constricting 
belly with long hard spurts.

Again, the blonde teenager screamed, her smoothly tautened white ass 
cheeks beginning to contract convulsively while Maggie watched the 
mirror to see the combination animal-human, thick cum seep licentiously 
from her tightly clenching cunt-mouth, which was still clasping and 
milking Kappy's slowly deflating cock, thin rivulets of the sticky 
white fluid running obscenely down the velvety-sleek columns of her 
inner thighs. At last, she collapsed on top of Maggie's loins, giving 
one last gasping sigh of release before fainting ...

The victoriously smiling superintendent ran her hand through the 
entangled mass of silky, golden hair and smiled possessively down at 
her. "You luscious little bitch," she whispered to herself. "And that 
was just the beginning ... Before I'm finished with you, you'll like 
pussy so much you'll even beg to eat old Seybor's cunt ..."



Chapter 3


It was not a week since Carol Heath had excitedly informed her twenty-
six year old husband that what they had learned by whispered rumor was 
actually so: there was such an organization as the Spaxtons and their 
boss, Max Keele, was undoubtedly an important cog in its existence and 
operation. In fact, the supposition of the so-called social club---an 
under-the-breath tale whispered in notable circles of power and 
influence, with elaborate tributaries of extra-curricular sexual 
activities as a potent part of the club's secret ritual---had been 
their basic reason for migration from the capital to seeking positions 
in the State Juvenile Detention System.

They had come well recommended from their last positions in the 
capital, and the handsome Max Keele, Director of Juvenile Correction, 
had not hesitated to hire them on their merits: Jack as a parole 
officer and she as the Director's personal and private secretary, a 
capacity she had learned that very afternoon was not without its 
arousing compensations. Although she had felt quite confident from the 
very beginning that she could lure her good-looking, gray-haired boss 
into making a pass, Carol had not anticipated the inciting sensual 
effect his athletic, if middle-aged, masculinity was about to have on 
her. God, she'd had all she could do to keep from giving herself to him 
right there in his office! But somehow she had managed to retain 
control of her wits, remembering that it was the bid into the Spaxtons 
for Jack and her that she sought ... where lawyers became judges 
overnight, and men were even chosen as gubernatorial nominees, a 
powerful circle which could make the difference in one's entire 
ambitious future ... to say nothing of its sexual delights.

Moving dutifully from bath to bedroom of their apartment as she rinsed 
out personal things to occupy herself while she waited for her late-
working husband, the vivacious, twenty-two year old wife could not rid 
her mind of the handsome and powerful Max Keele, nor the way he had 
held her when he'd kissed her that afternoon, his heavy virile hardness 
pressuring hotly against the soft yielding flesh of her quivering 
belly. God, she had only to think of it and she could feel the warm 
moisture dampening the thin nylon strip of her panties between her 
legs. An erotic little shiver passed over her voluptuous young body 
beneath the sheer black nglige she wore, causing her supple curves to 
ripple enticingly even in the hampering wisp of lacy bra and bikini 
panties. Subconsciously, she brushed her long strawberry blonde hair 
behind her shoulders, seated herself at the vanity and prepared to do 
her nails ... anything to occupy her mind.

She just hoped that she wouldn't seem to over-enthusiastic when she 
informed her husband that they were invited for dinner at the Keele's 
tomorrow night, and without coming right out and blatantly saying as 
much, her politically powerful employer had given her to understand 
what was to be expected of them, if they hoped to get a membership bid 
into the secret organization. It was obviously a matter of "proving 
their mettle" first, as the ruggedly handsome Director had put it with 
a sly, meaningful smile; yet he had never so much as verified the 
existence of the Spaxtons, but merely suggested that he felt certain 
the beautiful Mrs. Keele would enjoy Jack's company as fervidly as he 
would her own.

Once more, a tiny shiver of erotic incitement rippled over Carol's 
curvaceously enchanting young body. She smiled to herself, thinking 
that in the three years of their marriage she had never been able to 
hide from Jack her natural exuberance that choice excitement aroused in 
her ... and Max Keele had provoked such stimulation. Not that swapping 
was a new thing to them; it had, in fact, been the hidden factor that 
had saved their marriage when after the first month they had both been 
ready to go separate ways. Their introduction into a small neighborhood 
"exchange" club in the capital had practically cured all of their 
marital differences, letting them focus their combined energies on one 
shared goal ... the ambition to reach the top ... and now it looked 
very much as if they were about to resolve that situation.

Her lovely self-smile broadened as she recalled the night a week before 
when she had breathlessly told her good-looking young husband that she 
at last had discovered proof of the Spaxtons existence. He had worked 
late, much longer than usual chasing down a calloused, habitual runaway 
girl who had chosen to violate her probation from the Home after two 
weeks, and he'd been very tired. He'd welcomed the stiff bourbon-soda 
she concocted for him while he loosened his tie and collar, stretching 
out in his favorite chair. With head resting back, he had watched her, 
dressed in her usual nglige over panties and bra ensemble, fold down 
into one corner of the sofa, tucking her feet beneath her, the tiny 
lights in her blue eyes obviously making her look like the cat that ate 
the canary.

He half-grinned over at her and said, "Okay, carrot-top, let's hear it 
before you explode."

She couldn't hold back her little giggle. "All right," she'd answered 
enthusiastically, "and brace yourself, honey. I heard Max Keele talking 
to old Judge McGraw on the phone today, and he mentioned the Spaxtons 
... something about their next meeting! So, we were right ... the 
organization does exist and Max Keele is a member ... probably the most 
important member!"

"So ...? Not to belittle your information, baby," Jack had casually 
replied, "but we were already fairly certain of that fact, weren't we 
...?

"Fairly certain, but not positive, darling," she'd reminded him. "Now, 
we are!"

He had nodded, realizing that she was right. Prior to this, they had 
been acting on supposition only. Her little smile of excitement had 
been contagious and he couldn't withhold his own in response.

"What else did you accidentally hear with those shell-like ears, Mrs. 
Heath?" he teased, drinking from his glass.

She had managed a habitual pout. "Not much, I'm afraid. There's to be a 
meeting soon, but I don't know where or when." She had bolted from the 
sofa and gone over to drop onto her knees between his stretched-out, 
spread legs, resting her chin on clasped hands and looking up at him. 
"Oh ... Mr. Keele chucked me under the chin rather suggestively as he 
was leaving the office, and I caught him looking at my legs a half-
dozen times ... if either of those incidents might interest you, my 
ambitious husband."

"Mmmmmmm," he'd mumbled, letting his brow furrow intentionally. 
"Flitting your bottom around the place, I suspect ... trying to drum up 
a little attention. Well, don't think you were the only one being 
scrutinized. The beautiful Madam Superintendent dropped by while you 
were out for coffee, and I was suggestively given the once-over."

"Really? I didn't know," she had said, an uncontrollable twinge of 
jealousy spiraling through her. "S-She is actually beautiful, isn't 
she?"

"Quite ... and like the battery, 'Eveready' I'd guess."

For a long moment she had said nothing. There was no room for jealousy 
in their mutual arrangement, she knew; only honesty was the prime 
requisite ... no hanky-panky without letting the other know, and 
certainly it had proved to be a beautiful relationship. She had forced 
the little green-eyed monster back into its mental cage and filled her 
mind with their prospective future.

"God ..." she had whispered, a touch of avarice replacing her jealousy 
of the moment before. "Do ... do you really think we can do it, 
Jack...? I mean, get a bid to join? You know what it can mean for you. 
I-It isn't as if we haven't gone the swinging route before ... and 
thoroughly enjoyed it. In fact ... I miss the old gang terribly, don't 
you?"

Her tired young husband had laughed, obviously noting the sudden 
caressing movements of her hands along his inner thighs toward the 
concealed flaccid member inside his trousers. She had sat there all 
evening, sipping at sherry and reliving erotic memories with mutual 
friends who had hated to see them leave the capital, and imagining more 
exciting and productive visions to come, if and should, they be able to 
crack the Spaxton barrier. After all, that had been their basic reason 
for resettling, hadn't it?

In answer to her questions, he had said: "In the order they came, Baby: 
yes, I believe we can get a bid ... providing you continue to taunt big 
Max with that luscious, rounded ass of yours ... and I do know what it 
can mean for me ... for both of us, doll. As for the swinging route, I 
miss the old gang as much as you do ... but Maggie Keele could help 
fill that void with very little effort on her part. Okay? Questions 
answered?"

"Pretty well ... except I want to know if you miss Diane Hudson that 
much?" she had put to him, pouting once more.

He had laughed at her teasingly. "No more than you miss Jim, I'll 
wager."

"That much?" she'd taunted, letting her big blue eyes widen even more 
while her hand began to stroke his stiffening penis inside his pants. 
And God, what a beautiful night of love-making that had been, she 
remembered as she meticulously buffed her long, well manicured nails.

Still, she couldn't recall when any man since Jack had so aroused her 
as the handsome Director of Correction. Lord, and he had to be old 
enough to be her father ... at least fifty; yet there was something in 
the dominating way he carried himself that had set little tingles 
glowing inside her since the first day she had walked into his once. 
And that afternoon they had all culminated into one electrifying jolt 
which had nearly caused her to lose all control ...

Of course, she had brought it onto herself with her continual little 
seductive acts and actions, the short miniskirts and revealing blouses 
she wore, all of it being a part of Jack and her scheme to lure the big 
man into making a pass, a task she had performed with much inner 
relish. What she hadn't counted on was the over-whelming virility of 
the massive man and the manner in which it had nearly melted her 
inside. She still wasn't quite sure how she had managed to out-maneuver 
the handsome creature whose big, hot hands had her almost out of her 
mind ... nor whether she should tell Jack the whole truth his 
tremendous sensual effect on her. God, she certainly didn't want to 
spoil everything for them now that they had gotten this far ... and 
especially before the dinner party tomorrow night. And her wonderful 
young husband wasn't beyond his jealousy moments either ... especially 
when he thought that her feelings might go beyond their agreed limits 
of an extracurricular sex party ...

She had been in Max Keele's private office looking through his files 
for some papers he had specifically requested, while he sat behind his 
huge desk watching her from across the room. Naturally, she hadn't been 
unaware of his steel-gray eyes methodically undressing her as she 
pretended to lose herself in her search, ignoring his presence 
outwardly, while inside, tiny fermentations of growing excitement began 
to thump slowly, like a heartbeat, through her young belly and loins. 
It was almost as if she could intuitively perceive that the exact time 
for a most fetching piece of strategy was at hand, and accordingly, 
without allowing herself a moment to reconsider, she closed the upper 
drawer and bent down to pull open the lowest one. Then, without losing 
her young lady-like grace, she squatted on her haunches, her tiny 
miniskirt bunched up almost to the sweeping arch of her rounded hips, 
the thin band of her sheer nylon panties between her legs and the 
satiny-white flesh of her full soft thighs above the silken sheen of 
hose on peekaboo display before the big man's lecherously staring eyes.

Exactly what happened from that point, Carol was not certain. Abruptly, 
Max Keele moved with an unexpected agility from behind his desk, and 
then he was closing and locking the one door that led from the ornate, 
high-ceilinged room to her small office. She hardly dared to look up, 
let alone raise herself out of her provocative, intentionally assumed 
position, both apprehension and maddening anticipation mounting rapidly 
within her. He was over her then, his big, powerful hands reaching down 
from behind to take hold of her beneath the arms and lift her as if she 
were weightless. He turned her about effortlessly, crushing her to him 
inside his strong arms, flattening her full thrusting young breasts 
against his massive chest as his hot mouth came down to engulf her 
tongue-moistened, lush lips.

"Ohhhh!" she had gasped the moment he raised his handsome mouth from 
hers and she caught her breath, her soft belly and loins alive with 
intensively aroused sensations. "I-I don't un-understand, Mr. Keele ... 
What are you doing...?"

"The hell you don't!" he whispered raspily down into her flushed face. 
"You've flaunted this luscious ass of yours before my eyes just about 
long enough," he added, smoothing his huge, hot hands down her back to 
unhesitantly cup and massage the rounded twin moons of her resilient, 
trembling buttocks. "Now, I'm going to have some of it, baby ... a 
great big juicy piece of it!"

"But ... oh please, Mr. Keele ... ohhhh..." Carol had protested, and 
not without a good measure of sincerity. As much as this was the very 
situation both she and Jack had luridly hoped to produce, she realized 
that to give in to him then and there might well be the end of it all 
for them ... like playing her highest trump card too early in the hand. 
Yet even though she perceived this in a racing maze of thought 
patterns, the near-irresistible influence of his enveloping masculinity 
as he held her crushed tightly against him, kissing her at will while 
the long, thick hardness of his stiffening penis pressed into the soft, 
yielding flesh of her trembling belly and fervidly moistening loins, 
was rapidly destroying her capacity to think straight. "Oh ... oh 
please ... we shouldn't ... no ... not here..." she gasped as his huge, 
hot hands smoothed their way up in under her tiny skirt from behind to 
caress and knead the sheer nylon-covered spheres of her full, firm 
buttocks, clutching them tightly and forcing her churning, pliant 
belly, loins, and flushed thighs tighter against the growing heat of 
his pulsating rod of thick hardness.

Again, he kissed her, thrusting his hot, wet tongue between her ripe, 
half-opened lips and into the receptive cavern of her mouth to find her 
own in a moist, lingual caress. Simultaneously, he moved one busy hand 
around to wedge between them while he held her secured against him with 
the other. Carol gasped into his mouth when she felt his huge, warm 
hand moving between the naked flesh of her soft, tingling thighs to 
first stroke then cup the entire puffy area of the dampened hair-
fringed genitals between her legs, gently squeezing and massaging her 
flushed vaginal lips. She felt like a toy in his arms, and before she 
could protest further, she sensed one long, thick finger worm its way 
beneath the thin nylon crotch-band of her wispy panties to slip up 
through the now lubriciously sensitive flesh of her pussy crevice, 
sending spasms of wild sensations racing through her voluptuous young 
body to her brain as he skillfully taunted her tiny, erect clitoris.

"Oh ... oh my God!" she choked breathlessly, her arms wrapped tightly 
around his neck as he continued to tease and stroke her hot, wet cunt 
with his lewdly working fingers ... at last, moving down to worm its 
long, thick length smoothly up into the clasping, moist channel of her 
tingling vagina. "Ooooohhhh ... no ... you mustn't, d-darling...! N-
Noooo ... not here ... like this ...!"

"What the hell do you mean ... not here like this?" Max Keele hissed in 
a deep, lust-filled voice, the feel of her velvety seething cuntal 
flesh clasping wetly around his imbedded middle finger causing the 
lengthy thickness of his hardened cock to begin pulsating achingly 
against the supple flesh of her quivering little belly. "What're you 
trying to pull, baby ... some sort of cock-tease game? Because if you 
are, you've chosen the wrong guy, eh? You teasing little bitch I'm 
going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours until you can't see straight!"

"Oh ... oh, my God!" Carol whimpered in mounting helplessness, his use 
of the sensually inciting four-letter words arousing her unrestrainable 
desire even more, until subconsciously she realized that she had 
unconsciously slackened her thighs for him and was undulating her 
sensuously trembling buttocks in uncontrollable response to the thickly 
buried finger in her warmly stimulated vagina. "Please ... please ... I 
didn't mean to ..."

"Oh yes you did," her handsome, middle-aged employer interrupted her 
panting words while he continued to smoothly finger her passion-
moistened, dilated cuntal passage and she writhingly squirmed with 
ungovernable sensuality in his imprisoning arms. "And this isn't the 
first time you've given me the come-on Mrs. Heath. I've watched you 
toss this beautiful little ass around the office now for weeks ... and 
the goddamned see-through blouses just barely hiding those gorgeous 
tits. Come on, what is it you want ... and what did you expect me to 
do, if not just what I'm doing?"

It was at that lustfully intoxicating moment that she had realized he 
could throw her down on the rug and fuck her then and there if he 
wanted, that she hadn't the power to resist him. Her erotically fired 
young body was alive with maddening sensations racing through her from 
his long, thick finger fucking into her hot, wet pussy with 
unbelievable pleasure-bringing skill, and the licentious desire to 
reach down and release his hidden male cock, to stroke and caress it in 
her small, soft hand, was almost unbearable. Yet, somehow she had 
resisted the almost overwhelming urge, the prime reasoning behind her 
little wanton seduction flitting again and again through her sensuously 
infused brain. God, she had to think of Jack! She loved him ... and 
what she was doing was for them both! Mustn't make a mistake ... ruin 
their whole future...

"Well ...?" the big man hissed hotly down at her while he continued to 
finger fuck her enchantedly receptive, wet pussy, at the same time 
slipping his other big hand inside the waist band of her tiny bikini 
panties to smooth down over the naked satiny flesh of her full, rounded 
white buttocks, his hot finger tracing the deep crevice separating them 
down to the snug little hairless mouth of her puckered anus.

"Oh ... oh ... oohhhh ..." she had chanted moaningly to his lewd and 
lecherous fingering and stroking of her secret genitals, while she 
frantically struggled to regain her wits. "Please ... I-I love Jack ... 
don't you see?"

The big man made a mocking little laugh. "And I love my Maggie, baby 
... so what? That doesn't mean that I'm going to let you get away from-
me ... at least, not until I've emptied my balls up in this tight 
little cunt of yours."

His lust-firing words were like added fuel to the passionate flames 
raging inside her. Still, she couldn't let him ... not yet ... not this 
way...! "I-I know, Mr. Keele ... and I want you to ... but ... but ..."

"But ...? But what, goddammit? What do you want? Name it ...!" he 
rasped gutturally.

"The ... the Spaxtons ... Jack and I ... we want to be members," she 
had blurted, all pretense suddenly cast aside.

Remembering, Carol recalled the void that had crept into her belly when 
for a long moment the big handsome Director seemed to freeze, his 
lewdly working digits stilling both inside her excitedly wet vaginal 
passage and between the finger-spread mounds of her naked white 
buttocks. God, she had made a mistake, she'd felt sure ... and then, he 
had smiled lecherously down at her, his steel-gray eyes gleaming 
salaciously.

"So ..." he said half under his breath. "I think I detect a bit of 
greedy ambition in your voice, baby ... and that's not to say that I 
know what you're talking about. Spaxtons ...? What are the Spaxtons?"

"Oh please, Mr. Keele," she had begged, her keen mental processes 
making a rapid recovery. "Don't try to make a fool of me. I-I know you 
can help us ..."

"Does your husband know about this?"

"Y-Yes."

The big man had stared at her for a breathless time. "And does he know 
the price ... or do you?"

She nodded. "Y-Yes ... and we're both ready to pay it ... but not this 
way ... here in the office."

His lecherous eyes had narrowed, a deeper gleam of eager lust burning 
within them. Slowly, as a wave of disappointing denial washed through 
her passionately aroused body, she sensed his fingers slipping from 
inside her hot, moist pussy and away from her still excitedly trembling 
buttocks, until at last he had completely released her, backing several 
steps away.

"You don't know how hard that was to do, Carol baby," he rasped, 
licking at his mouth with the tip of his tongue. "But I'm going to take 
you at your word ... and it better be good."

"It will be, darling," she answered quickly. "I promise ..."

"We'll see," he said, letting off a long sigh. "Tomorrow night, you and 
Jack join us for dinner at our place. Cocktails at seven ... Later, 
Maggie and I will let you prove your mettle ..."

Carol tossed aside her manicuring implements and arose from the vanity, 
the effects of the sensual memory rekindling her curvaceous young body 
with yet unsatiated desire. God, why didn't Jack come home? He'd better 
hurry, or she might just have to resort to other methods of release, 
she thought, smiling inwardly as she went into the living room, poured 
herself a sherry and folded down into her favorite corner of the sofa 
to wait. And then, once more she began to relive the lust-firing 
excitement of the afternoon with Max Keele, and speculate in trembling 
anticipation on the more promising ones to come at the dinner party ...



Chapter 4


Had it not been for the virile presence of the rather gaunt, good-
looking Jack Heath, Maggie Keele felt certain that his voluptuous young 
strawberry blonde wife could fulfill her libidinous cravings to no end. 
She was a vivacious beauty, the raven-haired woman appraised, but there 
would be opportunities later to get at her. Tonight, she felt very much 
in need of a virile man's body, and what made it more enticing was that 
her chosen partner was obviously as eager as was she. All through 
cocktails and dinner his keen, discerning eyes had warmly played with 
her own, the expressive smile on his handsomely chiseled face assuring 
her that she was not going to be sorry. But then, she never was, any 
more than was her equally lecherous husband who was pouring the 
absinthe behind their luxurious rumpus room bar, while Carol Heath in 
her provocative mini thing stood on the opposite side watching him.

"Carol has very beautiful legs," Maggie huskily commented to the girl's 
young husband seated close beside her on one of the many sofas 
appointing the vast playroom. Gently, she lay her soft, slender hand on 
his upper thigh, feeling him tense as she began tiny little suggestive 
strokes.

His large, bony hand quickly moved to cover hers with a meaningful 
little squeeze. "And so do you, Mrs. Keele..."

"Maggie ... remember?" she smiled over at him, reminding him of their 
four-way mutual accord to immediately drop formalities. "What was it 
Max said ...? He couldn't imagine anything worse than going to bed with 
a woman he had to call Mrs. ...?"

Jack Heath made a tight little chuckle. He had yet to find himself at 
ease with the open callousness of their arrangement; in fact, he still 
wasn't quite sure how Carol had inveigled into it so easily the night 
before ... and then he remembered their wild lovemaking session and 
reasoned that she probably could have sold him the Brooklyn Bridge had 
she wanted to. He'd never seen her so damned wanton ... nor with her 
determined, stubborn mind so set on anything as this dinner ... dinner, 
hell ... swap party was the only proper tag for this arrangement. And 
not that they hadn't enjoyed the game many, many times before with the 
gang in the capitol, but there was something about the blatant 
lecherous attitudes of these two older, fascinatingly arousing people 
that wouldn't allow him to loosen up. Even so, he knew he was going to 
go through with it ... had to, really, for this was what both Carol and 
he had been plotting toward ... only he wished to hell he could shake 
off the damned jealous sensation plaguing him ...

The severely beautiful woman beside him said some trivial thing then 
while she continued to suggestively stroke his upper thigh with her 
warm little hand beneath his own, and he verbally answered her in kind, 
though his eyes were fastened on his lovely long-haired wife who was 
staring upward into the rugged, handsome face of the almost lewdly 
smiling Max Keele. They were crossing the room toward them, Carol 
carrying a small try of milky, yellowish appearing drinks, while the 
big man made no efforts toward secrecy as he walked with his arm around 
her, his huge hand openly cupping and massaging her firm, braless young 
breast.

"The real stuff, Jack," Max Keele said as Carol held the tray for them 
to take their glasses. "Made from the wormwood, and damned hard to come 
by, I might add."

"But Daddy has all the proper connections, don't you, darling?" Maggie 
put in, immediately drinking half of hers, her little smile suggesting 
a certain discontent that gave Jack an unpleasant feeling. Christ, she 
was a provocative creature, and he knew damned well he was going to 
blow his mind fucking her, but it occurred to him that she would make a 
vicious enemy. This, on top of the unrestrainable wave of jealousy 
gnawing at his guts at the sight of their mutual boss openly fondling 
his wife's erect young breast, caused him to tip up his glass and 
nearly drain the licorice-tasting contents. Christ, the least he could 
do was wait until they were all enjoying a little privacy ... the 
lecherous bastard! ...

"And now, how about a little stimulating entertainment," the luridly 
grinning Director offered, leading Carol to a separate sofa so that all 
were in plain view of each other. Then, the big man walked to a large 
TV set and switched it on. Carol looked over at her husband and winked, 
a little smile of sensuous anticipation unhideable on her lovely face, 
as if she were pleased that everything was going according to plan.

Jesus Christ, for two cents he'd call the whole trigging thing off and 
storm out of there dragging her by that goddamned beautiful hair of 
hers!

Abruptly, his angered thought-train was uncoupled by the picture 
covering the large screen, but before anyone had a chance to dwell on 
it, Max switched channels several times, each scene showing young girls 
in uniform, or different stages of undress, voices and clatter coming 
distinctly through the sound system. It was a long moment before Jack 
realized that what he was viewing was not a film, but quite live and by 
some of the candid language the girls were using, definitely 
unsuspected. Christ, it was the girl's detention home not five hundred 
yards away! Keele must have hidden cameras strategically placed there 
and a closed circuit TV! The lecherous son-of-a ...!

Again, Jack's thoughts were interrupted as the big Director finally 
settled on the first channel once more, the screen clearly etched with 
the erotic naked figures of two young inmates under a shower, enjoying 
the pleasure of soaping one another's curvaceously exposed bodies, each 
taking her turn as slave to the other.

"Well, it seems that we're going to witness something unique in the art 
of masturbation, darling," Maggie leaned close and whispered, her dark 
onyx eyes sparkling excitedly.

Jack felt her warm, eager hand inching closer to his cock which was 
rapidly stiffening inside his pants from both her lewd little caresses 
and the lust-stimulating performance unfolding on the screen. He 
watched in an almost mesmerized fascination, hardly aware that Maggie 
had taken his arm and slipped it around her, and totally unconscious of 
the fact that Max Keele had grasped Carol by the hand to lead off 
somewhere.

Christ, he could almost feel the softly stroking, sudsy hands of the 
voluptuous, naked redhead as she sensuously bathed the taller, dark-
haired young beauty's smooth whitely glistening contours, teasingly 
massaging the girl's upthrusting young breasts until the tiny, wine-red 
nipples were as hard as ripe berries. Then, she moved in closer until 
their youthful bodies were pressed tightly to one another, their hash 
breasts flattening against their chests, and as they kissed open-
mouthed, the redhead smoothed her small, foam covered hands down the 
other's ribs and slender waist, over the sweeping arch of her hips to 
tenderly stroke the dark-haired girl's nakedly accepting buttocks.

"Damn!" Jack gasped out as he watched the smaller girl lewdly spread 
apart the twin ovaled mounds to gently slip a probing finger between 
and erotically stroke the girl's tight little anus.

"Yes, darling ... I know what you mean," Maggie whispered hotly, her 
own lesbianistic drives lustfully aroused by the two she recognized as 
Sandy Jarvis, sixteen, and Carla Montez, an eighteen year old 
prostitute. Well had she enjoyed both of the young bitches' delightful 
tendencies, as had her lecherous husband time and again, but this night 
she was more concerned with the attributes of the handsome young male 
beside her. She had watched Max quietly lead his lovely young wife from 
the room to their luxurious bedroom for the first round, as planned ... 
and now, it was her move. "And I'm getting just a little bit jealous of 
the way you're ogling them ... with me sitting right here beside you 
just waiting ..."

Though he hardly heard her words, Jack responded with a grunt of 
sensation when he felt Maggie's small hand gently grasp, then begin to 
outline the long, thick length of his hardened cock in his pants. 
Again, he cursed lightly under his breath, then drew the beautiful 
older woman to him, kissing her hotly as his eager, aroused hands 
smoothed over the perfect, high-set mounds of her full, braless breasts 
and she continued to stroke his throbbing length of blood-engorged 
penile flesh with a sensuous knowing touch.

Out of the corner of his eye, while their moistly heated tongues locked 
in oral embrace, Jack saw the redheaded, naked young girl drop to her 
knees before the taller beauty, and while the latter spread her lovely 
long legs and ground her pelvis obscenely forward, the other in her 
kneeling position gently pressed open with her thumbs the youthful 
brunette's curl-fringed cunt lips to expose its glistening, pink inner 
flesh. Abruptly, the lewdly kneeling red-head nuzzled her face into the 
salaciously open softness between her thighs, her tiny pink tongue 
extended to slither and lash hotly in the other's velvety, wet cuntal 
crevice.

Maggie beautiful head blocked his view at that point as she squirmed 
around on top of the young blonde's husband where they sat, her lush 
mouth still glued to his, her working hand continuing to stroke and 
massage his hardened pulsating cock with wanton hunger. Christ, her 
lips and intoxicating breath were like the absinthe he'd drunk ... rare 
vintage. Her long-lashed, onyx eyes opened to look hungrily at him, and 
he swept his exploring hand over her firmly erect, satin-smooth breast. 
She had squirmed around until she was partially lying across his lap 
and he didn't need a program to know that she didn't have a damned 
thing on beneath the short black cocktail dress she wore. She half-
raised her legs at the knees, then, revealing the enticing sight of her 
full white thighs ... and a ravenish wisp of soft, silken cunt hair! He 
swallowed tightly, all other thoughts suddenly obliterated from his 
mind, only the pink oval of her mouth and tongue between her 
beautifully even white teeth were real as he raised his head to break 
their kiss ... and then he was kissing her again and again ... kissing 
her hungrily while his hand fondled and kneaded the resilient white 
flesh of her full, warm breasts inside her dress ...

"Squeeze them, Jack darling!" Maggie whispered huskily. "Squeeze them 
tight ... I love to have my tits squeezed and bit! Do ... do you like 
to bite a girl's titties, lover?"

Jack couldn't answer her ... could not even speak! He tried but nothing 
came! Christ, he'd never known a woman quite like her. She had to be at 
least a dozen years older than he, and there was something mind-bending 
in that thought alone ... fucking a woman that much older than himself. 
Yet, it gave him a hellishly inadequate feeling, too; she'd probably 
forgotten more about the art of sex than he would ever learn, and he 
couldn't afford to blow this scene. Damn, the sound and feel of her 
voice, the hot fragrance of her nectarous breath along with the meaning 
of her lust-inciting question, set his cock into a pounding hardness 
that left him half-panting.

The lascivious warm tits she spoke of were unbelievable ... so 
goddamned erect and full, with waxen-like, hardened cherry-nipples 
capping the ivory, spherical flesh, hard like smooth marbles, and she 
began to squirm on top of him, her nearly naked, yielding buttocks 
writhing down onto his swollen length of pulsating cock-flesh.

"Damn, let's get these clothes off!" he choked out hoarsely.

"Mmmmm, yes ... Let's get beautifully naked, darling," she sensually 
whispered, continuing to undulate her full, rounded twin mounds in tiny 
lewd circles down against his still growing cock. "It feels so hard and 
big pressed against my ass. Oh God, I want to see it and hold it, lover 
... to kiss and suck it ..."

"Jesus Christ!" Jack gasped, as suddenly she was up off of him and 
pulling him to his feet before she backed away and with tantalizing 
slowness, raised the black dress over her head, completely revealing 
her breathtaking, white voluptuousness; then, as he stood there, she 
folded down onto the sofa into a spread-eagle position to smile 
wantonly up at him.

"Undress for me, darling!" she whispered in her hot, smoky voice. "I 
want to watch you!"

He gaped down at her naked statuesque loveliness, his lust-fired eyes 
playing greedily over her deliciously sculptured contours, ripples of 
incredulous, seething desire charging through him. Christ, he couldn't 
remember when a female had so set him off. He drank in the staggering 
beauty of her naked body, watching her writhing sensuously as she lay 
stretched out in lewd anticipation before him. He'd already discovered 
the enchantment of her magnificently full thrusting breasts, and now he 
stared at the erotic arch of her ivory sheered hips leading downward to 
the delectable sweep of long, perfectly shaped thighs and legs. They 
were spread apart in lurid invitation and he could clearly see through 
the soft entanglements of darkened pubic curls to the fleshy pinkness 
of her vaginal crevice, her excitement obvious in the tiny dewdrops of 
seeping moisture glistening there.

"Damn ..." he hissed. "You're the most sexually inviting creature ever 
seen!"

"Mmmmm, God, darling ... I know I'm going to love you! Please ... don't 
say any more ... just hurry and undress!" she whispered throatily, her 
smoothly rounded hips continuing to licentiously undulate as if of 
their own volition, her ravishing eyes seeming to glaze in their 
mounting passion.

Enraptured, Jack began pulling at his clothes while she watched in 
lecherous captivation as he removed everything, even his socks and 
shoes before dropping his shorts which were inadequately trying to 
contain the swollen bulge of his rock-hardened cock. She raised up and 
leaned forward on an elbow, her eyes fixed lustfully on his hairy loins 
as he made the unveiling.

"Oh God!" she gasped with breathless awe at the long, thick rigidity of 
cock flesh jutting out from his lean, hair-covered pelvis. She stared 
at the throbbing, blood-inflated head, her tiny pink tongue 
passionately moistening her parted, red-rimmed lips. Yes, yes! He was 
the one she had been patiently waiting for ... tall, handsome and 
virile ... with a magnificent, strong young cock that she would teach 
him how to use! "It-It's beautiful! Oh lover, lover ... bring it here 
to me," she whimpered, moving her head toward him to meet it as he 
approached and stood in his stark nakedness before and above her.

Jack felt a jolting spasm of erotic sensation charge over his hot flesh 
as she gently let his now aching cock rest in the soft, warm palm of 
her hand, slowly encircling her graceful fingers around its pulsating 
thickness and sliding the heavy outer skin to and from her, her other 
hand moving between his tremoring thighs to cup and weigh his sperm-
bloated balls tenderly; then, he saw her little pink tongue dart out to 
lick at the small split at its tip, catching the few seminal drops 
which had seeped out in his building lust.

He grunted aloud at the mind-shattering contact of her moistened little 
tongue with the desire aroused nerves of his blood-inflated cockhead, 
and then once more when she drew it gently toward her, opening her 
softly moistened lips to take it slowly but continuously into the hot, 
wet shelter of her beautiful mouth, her eager tongue beginning a 
titillating, smooth swirling motion as she kept sucking it in ... in 
... in ... until he gaped in amazement as almost all of his throbbing 
rod of thick hardness disappeared between her ardently working lips. At 
last, and just seconds before he desperately feared he was going to 
blow his load right then and there, she withdrew her head with 
tormenting slowness, her hot ovaled mouth sucking to its very tip and 
off ... then, she rolled onto her back, her gorgeous, naked white body 
spreading licentiously open to him.

"Now, lover, now! Come down here and fuck me to death with that huge, 
wonderful cock!" she breathed wantonly up at him.

"Goddamn!" Jack blurted, the lewd four-letter word coming from her 
lushly glistening lips and firing his passion even more. He didn't 
hesitate, but dropped onto the sofa, partially on top of her, his gaunt 
hand smoothing excitedly over her white, satin-like flesh from her hip 
to her now excitedly heaving breast, kneading, cupping, stroking, his 
feverishly, wet mouth finding hers, his probing tongue exploring the 
still poignant taste of his own cock there, adding hotly to his crazily 
mounting lust.

"You're the darling I've been waiting for, lack Heath!" Maggie 
whispered possessively. "Not only will you be my own private lover, but 
I'm going to make you the most powerful man in this state! You and I 
together ... all the way to the political top, darling! Do you want 
that ...?"

Jack's desire-fogged brain reeled. What she had said hardly registered, 
and what had penetrated made little or no sense whatever. Max Keele was 
the most powerful man in the state ... her husband ... who at that very 
moment had to be somewhere in the house with his own Carol ... and 
Christ, he could care less what they were doing! "Right now, all I want 
is you!" he rasped hotly down at her, fervidly smoothing his big hand 
over the satin-like ivory skin of her warm, flat belly, and beyond to 
the silky, hair-covered mound swelling into the sensitive, fleshy lips 
of her hotly aroused cunt. He traced his fingers along their pink, 
hair-lined separation, following the hot, dampened crevice downward 
between her spread full thighs to the smooth, deep fissure her lushly 
rounded buttocks formed, while she gasped continuously up into his face 
from the licentious sensations it set off inside her.

He ground his interminable growing cock against her outer thigh and hip 
while he caressed and explored the intimate secrets of her voluptuous, 
naked cunt, his brain spinning with the incredible, lust-firing 
excitement of her. Suddenly, she had his throbbing cock in the softness 
of her tightly curling hand. Her mouth found his ... wide open ... she 
was eating his face ... sucking and nibbling at his tongue ... trying 
to maneuver him completely on top of her between her widely spread 
thighs ... wanting his aching hot hardness inside her warm, wet pussy!

He responded, slithering over her to cradle himself between her yawning 
legs, slipping his hands beneath her shoulders and smoothing them down 
the soft curves of her back and hips. He felt the raised ridges of her 
spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her whole sensually 
excited body up against his in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of 
her long feminine muscles rippled lightly beneath the satinish, milk-
white skin, indicating a vigorous, hidden strength that intrigued him. 
The tenseness of the cords in her inner thighs pressed against his 
hips, and he thought of how those magnificent legs would grip and hold 
him once he'd thrust his pulsating cock deep up into her hot, quivering 
belly ...

"Oh God ... you're something else, Jack Heath! I love your body!" she 
whispered hotly, biting at his lips and grinding the yielding little 
bowl of her soft belly tightly up to him. Her hands stroked their way 
to his lean, taut buttocks, her nails raking him there, moving upward 
the length of his hack in a similar pattern.  "You're all mine from 
this night on, lover! Totally mine!" she hissed into his ear. "Do you 
understand that, darling?"

"Right now, I'm not certain if I understand much of anything!" he 
countered in a raspy voice, then kissed her open, panting mouth, her 
nose, her eyes.

"You'll before this night is over ... know that what I want, I take, 
lover ... and I want you like this ... your hard, thick cock and young 
jism-filled balls ... all of you ... every night, every night!" she 
hissed in uncontrollable passion. "Now do you understand?"

He stared down at her, his brain whirling lustfully. "I know that I'm 
going to fuck you right out of your beautiful head ... you luscious 
bitch!" he gasped between clenched teeth.

"Oh my God! Yes ... yes! Do it! Fuck me crazy! Make me beg! Shove that 
wonderful cock into my hot cunt before I go mad, lover! Now ... fuck 
me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Jack wedged his hands further down beneath her, cupping the pliant 
smoothness of her lush, white buttocks and pressing her passion-wet 
loins up tighter against his own. He fitted his thick pulsating cock 
into the wide splayed mouth of her pink, velvety cunt, grazing its 
hardness back and forth, up and down, until it was well insinuated 
between the flushed hair-lined lips; then he began a rhythmic sawing 
motion, sensing the erotically nibbling mouth of her incited vagina 
growing more wet and omnivorous with each passing second. Her 
beautiful, rounded ass began an urgent rotation against his churning 
loins while his lust-bloated cockhead gently massaged the distended 
little bud of her clitoris and she gasped through her teeth at him.

"Ooooooohhhh ... I-I love that! Damn ... you do know how, don't you! 
Mmmmm ... my Godddd ... put it into me now! I want it inside me! Fuck 
me ... oh, fuck me good, lover ...!"

Her long shapely legs scissored out wide on either side of his naked 
body, their strong smooth calves locking behind the backs of his tensed 
thighs as she squirmed wildly in under him. He kissed her, open-
mouthed, while her hands wedged between them to grasp his rock-hard 
cock again and guide it pointedly downward through the raw, wet crevice 
of her passion-heated vulva. She trembled from head to toe, whimpering 
loudly as her loins lurched upward at him, the lubricious clasping 
mouth of her cuntal passage seeking desperately the blood-filled, lust-
inflamed head of his long, thick spear of aching hard flesh.

Jack grunted in his own fired passion, feeling the soft silken hairs of 
the older woman's hotly seething pussy grazing his cock from her hungry 
little nibbling movements, and he gave himself to it all the way. He 
sucked in his breath and thrust his hips forward, feeling the 
receptive, wet vaginal hole accepting and absorbing his throbbing 
hardness right up into the depths of her hotly clutching cunt with a 
tiny wet sucking sound, her cunt muscles immediately setting to work on 
the rigid fleshy length of his wildly pulsating cock as it raced up 
into her.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Maggie Chanted at the mind-shattering 
sensation his plunging young penis soaring right up into the deepest 
confines of her wet, searing passage sent charging through her. She 
felt the bloated, rubbery head nudge her cervix with a twinge of 
exhilarating pain, and she dug her nails into her shoulders as she 
cried out with the ecstasy, thrusting her loins up at hint for more...

Oh Christ, Jack thought, his lust-inflamed brain whirling wildly. He'd 
never had anything like her! Her wetly sucking cunt walls were milking 
at his imbedded cock like a pulmotor! Fuck, he wouldn't last ten 
seconds this way! He realized now why he'd felt so damned inadequate 
right from the beginning; she was just too much woman for him! The 
whole goddamned scene was going to blow his nuts before he ever got 
started! He turned his head to one side, trying to momentarily blank 
his mind, but then he saw the reflection of their obscene squirming 
entanglement in the mirrors wherever he looked, and then he tried to 
concentrate on the TV screen that now showed nothing but the empty 
shower room. The girls were gone, but just remembering that lascivious 
spectacle of the two naked girls playing with each other damned near 
peaked him!

He tried desperately to establish a rhythm and simultaneously control 
his mounting orgasm, thrusting his long, thick cock the full length of 
her open vagina, but her hungrily sucking cunt flesh was drawing 
fiendishly at the lining of his balls! He felt them slap hard between 
the rounded white cheeks of her nakedly churning ass, and sensed his 
own rectum constricting spasmodically! Shit ... oh shit, he couldn't 
hold it; he damned sure couldn't...!

"It's all right, darling!" Maggie gasped up at him, her hot little 
tongue suddenly laving his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Cum ... cum ... 
cum!" She drew her thighs back high until her quivering full breasts 
were flattened into her chest beneath them, grinding her wet, steaming 
loins up at him, making her tight, wildly clasping cunt channel 
subservient to his frantic, lust-crazed plunges.

"Christ! I can't hold it back!" he choked down at her.

"It's all right, my lover! This is just the beginning! Fuck me hard! 
Cum! Squirt it into me ... way up in my belly ... your hot jism ... 
fill me, darling, fill me ...!"

Jack did, uncontrollably, his thickly bursting cock lurching and 
jerking insanely, shooting his hot, white sperm deep up into the 
waiting depths of her womb in convulsive gushes, racking his whole 
frame as he pumped and pumped it into her wildly clasping cunt ... a 
raging, torrential river of boiling lust. He heard himself half-wail 
and curse out his pleasure, abruptly sensing that she, too, was 
climaxing as she cried out and her cunt pulled even more voraciously at 
his hotly spewing cock while she writhed and squirmed beneath him with 
savage movements of sensuality inspired abandon ...!



Chapter 5


Carol Heath reasoned that she was hardly in need of any sort of 
stimulant; she had thought of little else but the inciting arrangement 
of their "dinner," party since the passion-arousing episode with Max 
Keele the day before. Nonetheless, she had drunk three of his absinthe 
concoctions while watching the lewdly erotic performance of the two 
naked girls on the TV screen. Though she had never thought of herself 
as having the slightest lesbian tendencies, she couldn't deny the added 
sensual arousal their touching and fondling of each other's naked young 
bodies caused within her.

She hadn't questioned the big, handsome man's obvious motives when he'd 
led her from the rumpus room away from Jack and Maggie to the privacy 
of a large, exquisitely furnished bedroom; it was, in fact, what she 
had been ardently waiting for. The huge ovaled bed immediately caught 
her eye, and everywhere she looked she saw it reflected in the solid 
mirrored walls. Of course, there was a plush little bar and another TV 
screen placed conveniently above the bed where one, or several, could 
lie and watch the live sensuous antics of the unsuspecting young 
inmates in the adjacent Girl's Detention Home.

It had been some minutes before she had concluded the source of their 
lustfully inspiring entertainment, and even though the voyeuristic 
invasion of the unaware girls' privacy somewhat angered her, she 
couldn't keep her eyes off the licentious scene. To that point, her 
middle-aged boss had done little more than fondle her tingling breasts 
and kissed her once as they walked down the hallway, which had 
surprised her as much as it spurred her anticipation. She only hoped 
that Jack hadn't detected the lusty excitement she had been very 
carefully trying to hide from him. But God, she couldn't help it. It 
was simply a matter of some weird chemistry; Max Keele did something 
for her that she just couldn't ignore ...

"Well, are you going to come have a drink, or are you just going to 
stand there and watch those little bitches eat each other's pussy?" 
Max's deep voice reached her from where he stood behind the small bar. 
When she turned, facing him, he was smiling handsomely and leaning on 
the bar, holding a drink in one hand and watching her. She sensed a 
warm little shiver ripple over her smooth white flesh beneath her mini-
dress at his casual use of lewd phraseology. Blushing lightly, she 
moved toward the bar.

"I-I'll have to admit, it's not a scene that I've witnessed before," 
she said, her voice a bit unsteady.

He pressed a new drink into her hand. "You mean, you've never played 
the girlie games ... not even when you were a kid?"

He was still smiling that immorally lecherous expression that wildly 
turned her on inside, even as it suddenly caused her to experience new 
little apprehensive twinges, a sadistic gleam she had not before 
noticed abruptly becoming apparent in his steel-gray eyes. She 
swallowed tightly and shook her head in the negative.

"No ... I never have," she truthfully replied, then stretched the 
point. "And I doubt very much if I ever could."

Max Keele chuckled almost obscenely. He drank from his glass while she 
sipped at hers. Then, he said: "Now that's too bad, baby ... because 
moving up in the world ... getting into the right circles which, as I 
understand it, is what you and Jack want, is going to require some cunt 
licking ... along with a variety of other erotic delicacies too 
numerous to mention. That's why we're talking and not fucking at the 
moment. I always prefer to get the hang-ups out of the way right in the 
beginning."

Carol felt her cheeks flushing a deeper red. God, as much as sex and 
swapping wasn't a new game to her, nor the use of the naughty four-
letter epithets when she was engaged in bed, his coarse and sordid 
spewing of them as he frankly informed what was to be expected of her 
added to the anxiety she had begun to feel. Had she bit off more than 
she could chew? Had Jack? Was their ambitious greed for success at any 
cost going to destroy them in the end? God ... swapping around was one 
thing ... but perversions with another woman? To ... to take a man's 
penis in her mouth could be wonderful ... but another woman's vagina 
...? Oh God, she didn't know ... she didn't ... but she had to go on 
... had to! There was too much at stake now ... and Jack was out there 
with this man's wife, undoubtedly wrapped tightly between her long 
smooth legs by now ...

"You look as if you might be having a few misgivings, Carol baby," the 
big man said, his smile intact while his searching eyes narrowed 
satyrically. "Are you sure you want to go through with it?"

He couldn't be certain what was running through the clever brain of the 
vivacious doll standing before him, Max Keele reasoned, but in order to 
extract the ultimate from his lustful games as well as test proposed 
Spaxton members, he had to mercilessly probe, to learn the nature of 
their inevitable little hang-ups and play on them. There was no 
question in his mind but what he was going to feast on the nectar of 
this delicious young bitch's cunt before many more minutes passed, even 
should she suddenly change her mind and decide not to go through with 
it, that the price was too high. In fact, forcing them, raping them, 
was often more sexually stimulating for him that having them flop down 
on their backs and willingly spread their goddamned legs...

"I-I don't know, now ... honest Max..." she finally answered his 
question. "Honest ... you've suddenly confused me ... frightened me, I 
guess. I-I wanted to ... very badly ... but now ... I just don't know. 
You ... you don't make it very easy ... or inviting for a girl, talking 
the way you do, throwing it all at her so coarsely ... as if she were 
just a common prostitute off the streets ..."

The big Director chuckled his vulgar little laugh. Then, he said: "Look 
baby, to me most cunts are whores. It's what makes them tick that 
classifies them. Some are just fuck happy; others operate on some 
vindictive theory that only head-shrinkers can analyze, and then 
there's your type, the greedy bitches, but in the end you all use your 
hot little pussies to get what you want. So let's get at it, honey. My 
cock's getting harder than a fence post just thinking almost filling 
that pretty, little belly of yours."

Carol could only stare at him in shocked awe. His absolute vile and 
chilling vulgarity was not only turning her off as might a drenching in 
ice-cold water, but his degrading classification and opinion of her 
instigated an immediate revulsion that she wasn't certain but what she 
felt more for herself than for him. Good God, there was no longer any 
doubt in her mind; she just couldn't give herself to this man now for 
any price! What had she been thinking of? He was nothing but an obscene 
animal, and whatever it was that he had mesmerized her with, the spell 
was broken! She had to get out of there, away from him ... find Jack 
and leave this terrible house! They would go back to the capital ... 
wipe this deplorable memory from their minds ... there had to be 
another way ...!

She had backed several feet away from him, her lovely eyes gaping in 
wide disbelief, causing a lustful sensation of sadistic pleasure to 
race through his churning groin and belly. He moved around the little 
bar, setting down his glass and slowly walked toward her.

"What's wrong, baby? Did I suddenly prick your balloon?" Max taunted, 
his lecherous grin growing more evil with the passing seconds. "Or 
maybe you think you're going to pull the cock-tease act on me again, 
eh?" He laughed as he closed in on her retreating form, watching with 
sadistic delight her opened mouth and awe-stricken eyes as she 
continued to shake her head. "I hope so, because I love to force my 
bitches to suck my cock ... and baby, that's just what you're going to 
do!"

Carol couldn't speak. She stared at him in ever-growing, wild-eyed 
detestation, completely shocked by his vilely depraved transformation, 
both shame and fear taking precedent over all else. My God, was it 
possible that she'd been so blind as not to see the sadistic animal 
that he was ... or hadn't she wanted to? Yes ... yes, that was it! The 
lechery she had read from the beginning in his cruel eyes had 
fascinated her ... had set an unprecedented masochistic desire alive 
within her! But she had associated that lechery with a warm and virile, 
masculine gentleness ... never these obscene sadistic words he had 
suddenly unleashed upon her! Automatically, she continued to retreat 
from his approach, shaking her head ... forgetting that only the bed 
lay strategically behind ...

She watched his wet tongue dart out to lick at his twisted, dry lips as 
he moved ever closer. In unbelievable building fear, her eyes screamed 
her mounting fright, while her brain raced in a new wild chaos as she 
backed unknowingly closer to the bed, her head shaking negatively, 
causing her long copperish hair to brush about her shoulders in mild 
frenzy. At last, a word formed on her lush, parted lips and she blurted 
it out.

"N-No ...! No! Never! I-I can't ... I was wrong! Y-You're not the man I 
thought!"

"Tough, baby ... tough," he hissed. "We all make mistakes ... and you 
made one with a promise that you're going to keep, bitch ... because 
this night you're going to suck and fuck, and there isn't one goddamned 
single thing you can say or do to get out of it. You're trapped, little 
girl ... helplessly trapped!"

Carol let out a short cry of surprise then, the edge of the bed 
catching her behind the knees and she fell backward, her long, slimly 
tapered legs spreading apart as she lost her balance, the delectable 
sight of the sheer nylon strip of her black panties snug against the 
puffy little mound of flesh between her white full thighs sending a 
licentious charge of lust jolting through him. Quickly, he forced his 
knees between her shapely scissored legs, clutching at them so that she 
could not slither or roll away from him, and then with one hand he 
reached up under her tiny skirt, catching his hand in the wispy 
waistband of the bikini-like panties, ripping them away as if they were 
tissue paper.

"Oh ... oh my God ... stop ... no!" she gasped in half-anger as well as 
shamed fright. But the big man merely laughed, while simultaneously he 
pulled her to an awkward upright position on the bed and forcefully 
stripped her dress over her head to toss to one side as he pressed her 
back down on the satin coverlet once more.

"Now what did you think of that little maneuver, baby?" he rasped down 
at her, his evilly lecherous eyes raking hungrily over the soft white 
nakedness of the voluptuous young curves cringing beneath him.

Carol let out a choking gasp as she inadequately tried to cover the 
full thrusting mounds of her quivering breasts, forgetting that her 
vulnerable naked loins were completely exposed to him. Tears abruptly 
filled her eyes and she tossed her head wildly in her mixture of fear, 
anger, and shame, realizing the hopelessly entrapped position she was 
in.

"Oh God ... damn you! Stop it! Stop this minute!" she cried, futilely 
attempting to squirm from beneath him. "You can't! Oh, please!"

"Beg me, you conniving little cunt!" the big man rasped. "Not that 
it'll make one fucking bit of difference. I'm going to take you every 
way I can think of, damn your luscious young ass! I'm going to bury my 
cock up to my balls in that tight little pussy-hole of yours if it's 
the last thing I ever do!"

Carol froze beneath him. Her mouth fell loosely open, her eyes glazing 
behind the blur of her tears as the now deplorable filth he spat caused 
a wave of loathing degradation to surge through her. And then, she felt 
his big, hot hand with unbelievable tenderness sliding along the smooth 
white flesh of her satiny inner thigh. She involuntarily trembled 
beneath its touch as it moved ever upward toward her reddish-gold 
fringed loins where it brushed tantalizingly and pressed skillfully 
against the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her sensitive vagina, causing an 
uncontrollable little moan to escape her.

"Oh no, please ... let me go! I don't want you to, don't you see? I-I 
was wrong!" she whimpered vainly, unable to comprehend the wild 
sensations that were suddenly racing through her soft quivering belly 
and rapidly moistening pussy.

Max Keele ignored her protests, hardly hearing her, while with his free 
hand he brushed her small ones away from her full white breasts, his 
breath catching lecherously in his throat at the sight of the rounded 
mounds of soft, resilient flesh standing proud and firmly erect, their 
small pinkish nipples hardening from the unwanted lewd manipulations of 
his big, warmly perspiring hand between her spread, trembling thighs.

"There now, baby ... that's better," he hissed, bending down for a 
closer look at the thin ribbon of glistening pink flesh running the 
length of her exposed loins, separating the flushed, hair-lined lips of 
her cunt and joining the ovaled, satin-like spheres of her lush 
buttocks pressed tightly to the bed. He sucked in his breath at the 
lust-inciting spectacle, her little whimpers of shame-filled 
degradation falling on lecherously deafened ears. Christ, he'd fucked 
and raped many of these luscious young bitches, but none more tender or 
desirable than this. The thought of involuntary moans of sensuous 
pleasure tumbling from those ripe, petulant lips as he knew they would 
once the absinthe really began to take effect, had taunted his long, 
thick cock into a stone-like hardness. He could feel the blood pounding 
almost painfully into its expanded, bulbous head and the thick, wet 
drops of seminal fluid already seeping from the sensitive glans at its 
tip, smearing hotly against his thigh.

Goddamn the greedy little cunt, she was only beginning to learn the 
cost of a Spaxton bid, and before this night was over she'd either be 
one of them or a prime candidate for a first-class whorehouse, and that 
thought by itself was enough to cause his pants-imprisoned cock to 
begin a rhythmically throbbing ache ... until he was forced to open his 
fly to relieve the pressure. Then, using his thumbs pressed to either 
side of her pouting hair-shadowed vaginal lips, he teasingly spread the 
vertical crevice until its moist pinkness flowered open to him, and he 
panted lustfully at its sparkling, jewel-like delicacy. He felt her 
warn, soft inner thighs quiver uncontrollably against the backs of his 
hot, brushing hands, and heard her breath hitch deep down in her 
throat, followed by a choking moan.

The maze of mixed emotions that had swept through Carol became even 
more confusing as she suddenly realized that his debasing teasing of 
her naked vagina was causing incredulously stimulating sensations to 
tingle hotly through her obscenely positioned body. She moaned 
helplessly, caught up in the unbelievable wave of rapidly mounting 
sensual desire washing through her. Tiny electric-like shocks of 
intensive arousal began to ripple along the satiny white flesh of her 
thighs, and again she squirmed her full, rounded buttocks down into the 
softness of the bed, her moans dissolving into rekindled whimpers of 
unwanted passion as his lewdly provoking fingers taunted the ever-
moistening crevice of her defenselessly splayed open cunt.

Oh God ... what's happening to me? I don't want him to ... I don't ... 
but I can't help myself! Oh damn him ... goddamn him! I despise it ... 
no, I love it! Oohhhh ... oooohhhh ... he's going to lick me there ... 
he ...!

Expertly, Max Keele leaned closer into the widespread "V" of her naked 
white loins, and with the tip of his thick, wet tongue sliced hotly 
through the softly fringing curls enshrining her tiny, erect clitoris. 
Then, grinning triumphantly between her open pussy lips, he felt the 
erotic shock of his hot moist contact surge convulsively through her.

"Ooooohhhh ... oooohhhh ... please don't ... not that ... oohhhh..." 
she whined in stubborn pretense even as she raised her head to stare 
down between her full, nipple-hardened breasts so that she could better 
watch the licentiously inciting scene of his handsome face buried in 
the building wet heat of her sensuously fired loins. Then, his steel-
gray eyes looked up over the silken curls of her pubic mound to grin 
mockingly up at her. "Ooooohhhh Godddd ..." she unrestrainably gasped 
again, twitching and writhing as his hot, wet lips closed over the 
strawberry blonde curls there at the base of her croaking, soft belly 
to suck and nibble teasingly while she watched wide-eyed in confused, 
ever-pyramiding desire. She saw his face disappear once more further 
down into the dampened furrow between her trembling thighs which he was 
raising upward and pressing back relentlessly toward her full rounded 
breasts, while he planted sizzling kisses on the thin pink ribbon of 
her wet cuntal flesh, his tongue flicking with serpent-like stabs at 
the now palpitating opening.

Carol gasped with a shuddering, hissing sound beneath his incessant 
assault, her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head 
tossing from side to side in her desperate attempt to regain control of 
the overwhelming passion consuming her.

Oh, dear God!

The experienced, lecherous lips sucked wetly, drawing the soft, warm 
folds of raw flesh into the cavern of his gently nibbling mouth, while 
his hot, thick tongue continued its maddening licking against the 
urgent pink smoothness of her now flowered-open pussy.

Oh God ... she couldn't fight it, she couldn't! Whatever anger she had 
felt such a short time before had melted in the seething heat of her 
wildly growing passion, while the shame and degradation which he had 
sadistically drenched her in had gradually inspired an unprecedented 
masochistic subservience to race wantonly through her. She sensed the 
hot gushes of his breath graze her sensitively inflamed genitals and 
she couldn't keep from moaning aloud in a gasping tempo. Again she 
raised her head, catching at her breath as she heard him grunt 
lustfully, then felt the full length of his long, hot tongue thrust 
wetly up into the clasping velvety sheath of her palpitating vagina.

"Ooooohhhh ... oooohhhh God, please ..." she choked, hearing her own 
unmeant and confused plea, her body responding automatically, jerking 
with spasmodic lurches as his tongue slithered in and out of her 
moistly clutching pussy in lecherous, beast-like fury.

Max Keele slaved hungrily, feeling the silky curls of her pubic hair 
brushing his cheeks with a lust-taunting delight. He had completely 
opened the front of his pants, pushing them down along with his shorts, 
and now he slowly stroked the heavy foreskin of his long, thickly 
hardened cock back and forth over its blood-engorged head, while he 
continued to spear his hot, flicking tongue deep into her searing 
cuntal passage. He smoothed his big hands up over her satin-skinned, 
flat belly to the resilient, desire-swollen flesh of her full, warmly 
trembling breasts, pinching and rolling the pebble-hardened nipples 
between his sadistic fingers, cupping and squeezing the white yielding 
mounds, while his ravaging tongue performed lasciviously at the 
widespread crevice between her trembling legs.

Salacious, wet sucking sounds filled the room, and her groans of 
building rapture drove his rapacious tongue faster and faster as it 
worked its way up and down between the now throbbing, pulsing lips of 
her wildly palpitating cunt. Yeah, he had her all right, he knew. There 
was no goddamned doubt of it now. She was his type of bitch, unable to 
control the sensual passionate drive that a few absinthes aroused, and 
a licking tongue in her hot young cunt sent racing uncontrollably 
through her curvaceously writhing body. He'd tormentingly degraded her 
with purpose ... brought rage and anger to the surface, then watched it 
dissolve into obvious masochistic pleasure totally beyond her control 
with his sucking and tonguing of her wet, seething cunt. She was as hot 
as any bitch he'd ever taken, and only minutes away from begging and 
pleading for his cock. Christ, how the members were going to love 
getting at her, both male and female, but not until he'd had his fill 
this night.

He couldn't keep from lecherously gloating as suddenly her small, soft 
hands began toying about his head, her long fingers running caressingly 
through his hair while moans unceasingly emitted from her. Finally, she 
was clutching, the moans tumbling from her petulant lips in a rhythmic 
chant, her beautiful head flailing from side to side ... until finally 
the soft little hands were trying to guide his hotly working mouth to 
the small nibbling hole of her cunt. He complied, pressing his wet lips 
to her desire-moistened vaginal mouth, plunging his stiffened lingual 
member once more up into the raw, velvety-smooth flesh, then quickly 
withdrawing it to tantalize the ragged, hair-lined edges of her flushed 
pussy lips.

She cried out in her lust-infused passion, wildly writhing her smoothly 
rounded hips and ovaled buttocks beneath his salacious oral fucking. 
Again and again he thrust his stiffened, cock-like tongue wetly up into 
her seething channel. His hot, moist lips were glued to the clasping, 
viscous opening, bringing a continual series of guttural groans from 
the voluptuously naked girl whose warm, full thighs were closing 
spasmodically around both sides of his almost submerged head.

The lecherous Director could feel the sleek, rubbery cuntal flesh slip 
moistly around his long extended tongue. The delicately ribbed walls of 
her dilated vagina opened and closed in an unmistakable hungry sucking 
action, attempting to draw his tongue deeper and deeper into it. 
Christ, it seemed that her clasping pussy throat was suddenly trying 
with a separate lust of its own to extract his tongue by the roots and 
omnivorously devour it. Her heels began to push down against the 
muscles of his back, pressing his big, powerful body into the hot, 
quivering flesh trap between her lewdly spread legs. His nose was tight 
against her tiny quivering clitoris and with every inhalation he sensed 
the arousing, poignant aroma of her lustfully growing passion. Damn, 
it's delicate piquancy was driving his throbbing cock into an 
impossible hardness, a swollen, blood-filled erection that had begun to 
ache with the agony of an exposed nerve in a tooth. He had to do 
something with it soon or his sperm-bloated balls were going to blow 
apart!

Carol's voluptuously naked young body was completely swept up in the 
breathtaking, sensual rapture overwhelming her. Her brain whirled in a 
wild vortex of intense desire, realizing that she had lost all physical 
control beneath the lascivious oral fucking her handsome boss had 
forcefully subjected her to. Hardly anything made sense to her, even 
her prime intentions and reasons for being there ... only the 
maddeningly delicious sensations his hot, wet tongue and sucking mouth 
were causing to saturate her entire passion-inflamed body mattered. 
Every muscle of her erotically fired being was tensed as she strained 
her soft, white hips and tautly rounded buttocks upward in unhidden 
wantonness toward the earth-shattering ecstasy he was building between 
her obscenely spread thighs.

Her long, drawn-up legs opened and closed around the lecherously 
working mouth, controlling the ravenous, pleasureful tongue that was 
licking and spiraling into her passion-seared cunt channel. The cords 
of her neck stood out in strained relief as she clawed and pulled at 
his head frantically, splaying her curvaceously shaped limbs out wider 
and wider to the sides, allowing him deeper access into her seething 
hole.

Masochistically, she reasoned that she was his to do with as he pleased 
... his slave ... his bitch ... his whore ... and at the same time, 
vaguely realizing that she had never felt this way with any man ... 
none of the young husbands they had swapped with ... not even Jack! But 
then, there had never been such a dominating, sensuously inspiring 
lover among the lot of them, had there ... including her own young 
husband ...!

"Oh God!" she whimpered almost pitifully, her thought-train severed as 
he slipped his big hands beneath her quivering, white buttocks and 
pulled them up to him with possessive authority. They trembled and 
spasmed of their own volition beneath the plunging hot tongue sending 
wild erotic charges of unprecedented sensation screaming through her 
insanely aroused body. And then, suddenly, she felt his searing tongue 
flick from her wildly tingling vagina downward along the smooth, 
hairless crevice between the ovaled spheres of her fully rounded ass 
cheeks toward the tiny raised ring of her puckered anus. Responsively, 
she stiffened, moaning in lustful delight at the wet, delicious contact 
of his burning tongue with its little sensitive anal lips. She closed 
her eyes in steeped passion at the licentious fermentations the lurid 
act added to her already overwhelmingly excited young flesh. Oh God ... 
it was too much ... too much, she sensually reasoned, rolling her 
naked, rounded hips and trying to screw her excited rectum back onto 
his stiffly probing tongue. She had to do something for him ... to make 
him know how wonderfully magnificent he was ... how much she loved him 
for the delicious ecstasy he was bringing her!

"Turn around! Oh God, turn around, darling! Quick, so I can have your 
cock! I want to suck it, lover! Please ... hurry!" she pleaded 
salaciously.

Her words were like a charge of electricity bolting through him, the 
very lust-infusing sounds he had been lecherously waiting to hear 
tumble from those ripe, petulant lips. Without hesitation, the big man 
knelt up and tore the clothes from his massive frame, while she lay 
there with half-closed eyes in her voluptuous nakedness, tossing her 
head as little mewls and whimpers erupted from her slender, white 
throat in sensual anticipation. His cock jerked and throbbed insanely 
as he eagerly turned around on all fours above her, then buried his 
face in her dampened, hair-fringed loins once more. As his hot, wet 
tongue lashed out to lave through the moist, velvety flesh between her 
blood swollen cunt lips, Max felt her small hand and fingers curling 
around the throbbing hardness of his long, thick cock that he knew was 
hanging down like a stallion's between his heavy thighs, and he grunted 
out his guttural delight, thrusting his stiffened tongue deeply up into 
her clasping cunt channel once more.

The lizard-like reinvasion only served to personify what Carol already 
knew: he was the most fulfilling lover she had ever had and she wanted 
to prove it to him ... had to! But even as the fantastic sensations of 
erotic rapture immediately began to churn madly again within her naked, 
obscenely positioned body, the actual sight and feel of his huge, hard 
cock in her tiny hand telegraphed momentary spasms of unwanted fright 
to her brain. Dear God, she had never seen anything human the length 
and thickness of it! Her slender fingers could hardly encircle it, and 
his heavy, sperm-bloated balls encased in their grayish, hairy sac 
hanging down above her face were a bull-like phenomenon in themselves. 
Yet, the very hugeness of their unique and virile masculinity fired a 
loving warmth inside her and she raised her head excitedly. With ovaled 
mouth wide, she let her moistened, lush lips slip warmly and wetly over 
the sheathed cockhead, while she held to its heavy base with both 
thumbs and forefingers to pull back its thick foreskin, then tried to 
anxiously take more than she was capable of into her salivating mouth.

In her unbridled desire, she sucked it so deeply into the hot, wet 
cavity that it nearly choked her, but she twisted her head enough to 
catch her breath, then began to feverishly run her tongue up and down 
the soft, sensitive underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her oral 
touch and ardently tasting the heady spice of its seeping seminal 
fluid. While her tiny tongue worked in slavish passion, she cupped and 
deliciously caressed his heavy, cum-inflated balls with subservient 
affection, tiny explosions of scintillating lust bursting in her 
sensuously blinded brain, and he began to move up and down ... gently 
in and out of her mouth with his thick, hardened cock in a licentious 
rhythm to his own lashing, probing tongue thrusting and swirling deeply 
in her wet, searing cunt.

Oh God, she'd beg him to do this every day with her at the office, she 
thought giddily. He would lick her cunt while she sucked his beautiful 
cock ... and there'd never been another cock like it in the whole 
world, she felt certain of that! Sometimes, she would just kneel down 
between his legs and gently take it out for him, then suck it, even 
when he didn't do anything to her! She would, she would ... and Jack or 
no one could stop her! It was magnificent ... his handsome, throbbing, 
delicious cock ... and she'd learned to suck it right down into her 
throat for him, even as big as it was!

These thoughts flashed in Carol's lust-crazed mind intermittently as 
she sucked with fury and masochistic servility at his hardened rod of 
white-hot flesh, its smooth rubbery tip brushing at her palate, while 
Max Keele, with obscenely wet licking sounds, worked hungrily at her 
impassioned, naked loins, his big hands beneath and clutching the 
resiliently white rounded cheeks of her writhing ass, his hot tongue 
burrowing deeper and deeper into her moist, wantonly accepting pussy.

Then, another new sensation of prurience registered in her desire-
incited brain! She felt his long, thick finger suddenly working at the 
tiny puckered mouth of her exposed anus! Her breath quickened and she 
momentarily forgot all else. She sensed the finger stiffening ... 
abruptly, pushing into the snugly resisting mouth with a quick, 
unpainful, forbidden challenge, and the long invader slid right up the 
warm, spongy confines of her rectal passage like another cock, all the 
way to the palm of his big, cupping hand against the rounded, yielding 
spheres of her wide-spread, white buttocks.

"Aaaaagghhhhhh ..." she grunted around his expanding hard cock in her 
sucking mouth, but in ecstasy and delightful sweet pain as her lips and 
tongue slowed momentarily in their lewdly swirling motion, his sudden 
intrusion into her tightly clenched asshole causing an immediate twinge 
of orgasm to start building in her soft belly and fervid loins. She 
felt his mouth fixed against the round, elasticized vaginal hole of her 
sensuously inflamed cunt, his deeply thrusting tongue swirling and 
lashing the moistened, sensitive-fleshed walls in lust-spiraling 
cadence to his long, thick finger fucking obscenely into her wantonly 
presented asshole. Frantically, she began to nurse and suck the hot, 
hard thickness of his huge cock with all of her inherent, feminine 
ability, her cheeks hollowing and swelling obscenely, while her soft, 
white belly rose and fell hungrily as she pulled at him.

God, how she wanted him to cum when she did! He had to, she thought 
passionately ... desperately ... him squirting his hot, thick cum into 
her mouth while the same maddening sensations burst inside her! But ... 
but he'd have to hurry, she reasoned, her lips clasped tightly around 
the pulsing, blood-filled head of his long, thick cock, and at that 
very moment, deep in her seething belly and passion-inflamed young 
loins, the first violent spasms of ecstasy were beginning; she squeezed 
with enslaved affection at his swinging, sperm-bloated balls above her 
face, then raked her nails with inbred knowledge beneath them, as 
simultaneously, she strained to her own heatedly rising climax ...!



Chapter 6


Jack Heath lay exhaustedly still, but not really at peace with himself: 
satiated from a sexual standpoint, at least temporarily, but unable to 
rid his brain of little jaundiced thoughts concerning his wife, Carol, 
and Max Keele. They had immediately crept back into his think-tank 
moments after he'd emptied his loins into Keele's own beautifully naked 
wife lying on the sofa beside him. It wasn't fair, he knew ... a real 
lousy double-standard approach, but damn it, he couldn't help it. This 
arrangement wasn't the same as the capital"gang" swaps; there was a 
motive here ... a task to be accomplished, and there was little doubt 
now but what that was going to work out ... though at what cost?

He forced those thoughts to the back of his mind; he couldn't afford to 
let the curvaceous, dark-haired older woman beside him detect his 
secret feelings. It could blow the whole scene. Anyway, he couldn't 
remember an orgasm that had rattled him as much in weeks. Maggie Keele 
... she was a deliciously wanton fuck all right. He looked over at her 
relaxed, striking face and she smiled warmly at him, the lecherous 
little sparks still gleaming in her dark onyx eyes.

"Christ, I was whipped the moment I screwed into you," he said 
apologetically. "You're too much ... too frigging much, Mrs. Keele ... 
I hang my head in shame."

"Maggie, darling ... remember, no formalities?" she said, springing up 
from the sofa to her feet.

"Sorry ... sorry a second time."

"No reason for the first, lover. You were beautiful! I came too."

"I thought you did."

"I did! Honest!" she said, and he gazed up at her from his kingly 
position on the sofa.

Christ, what tits! As firmly erect and big as Carol's, and she had to 
be twice his voluptuous young wife's age! Spectacular ... colossal! 
Maybe he'd fuck them! Bury his thick hard cock between them ... imagine 
that? Thrusting his swollen length of hot prick between her fantastic 
breasts ... and when he cam she'd take it in her mouth and suck it dry! 
Shit ... he was working himself right back up again ...

"I think we both need a drink, darling," she called from behind the bar 
and he watched her concoct them.

She came toward him carrying two glasses in one hand and the absinthe 
bottle in the other. She set the bottle on the stand beside her, then 
passed him a glass.

He'd watched her marvelous, full-thrusting white tits jiggle and sway 
all the way across the room, along with the graceful roll of her 
smoothly arched hips and long shapely legs. Christ, she was something 
else, all right. She sat down on the sofa and he reached over to lay 
his hand on her soft, satin-skinned thigh while she covered it with her 
own slender one.

"I meant what I said about you belonging to me, Jack Heath ... and I 
intend that you'll be a powerful man in this state ... a power that 
we'll share together," she said meaningfully, her long-lashed eyes 
searching his face carefully. "But that's going to entail some doing 
... some conniving ... and we'll get to all of that after tomorrow 
night."

Jack said nothing, only stared at her, his brain trying to register and 
decipher the meaning of her words. Maybe he was flipping, but it 
sounded very much to him as if this voluptuously naked woman, whom he 
had just fucked, was talking in terms of a massive double-cross ... and 
that her powerful husband, big Max Keele, was the intended victim. A 
cold, cramp-like tension suddenly gripped at his gut, and he remembered 
his first impression of what a vicious enemy she would make ...

"Tomorrow night will be your first meeting with the Spaxtons ... right 
here in this very room, darling, and you'll see how mighty our little 
group is ... and what it would mean to control them ... you and I," she 
said in a half-whisper. Then, he felt her small hand moving along his 
thigh and slipping beneath his testicles, cradling them in her hand as 
if she were weighing them.

Jack sensed his flaccid cock give its first lurch as she lay down 
beside him, her one hand continuing to tenderly fondle and caress his 
revitalizing balls between his spread thighs.

"I-I don't think I quite get the picture, baby," he managed, sensing 
the heat from the soft palm of her massaging little hand spreading 
upward through his loins pleasantly and he gulped from his drink.

"You will ... when it's time, lover," she assured him. "But first ... 
just how much does your luscious Carol mean to you?"

Jack threw a sharp look at her. She was probing toward something ... 
something that he felt certain he wasn't going to like ... but he'd 
gone this far ... they both had ... and it was all the way now.

"She's my wife, doll ... if that's an answer."

Maggie laughed softly. "It isn't," she replied, her soft, warm hand 
moving slowly up to gently grasp his re-hardening cock and begin to 
possessively stroke it. "Max Keele is my husband, too, but we've been 
married long enough for that to no longer matter. With you, lover ... 
you're jealous, seeing green ... lynx-eyed, right at this very 
minute..."

"Why the hell should you say that?" he snapped angrily, irate that she 
had so easily penetrated his faade. "I'm here with you, aren't I ...?"

"Yes, darling, and Max is with your lovely wife ... undoubtedly fucking 
or sucking her within an inch of her life ... a compulsory must for 
every Spaxton. Now, how does that thought set with you, lover?"

For a moment, he had all he could do restrain himself. Her words seared 
into him like a white-hot cauterizing iron, but he fought it, steeling 
himself. Hell, they both knew why they were there ... he had to trust 
her ... and he knew her well enough to have learned all of her 
inhibitions. Sure, she'd go the legitimate swap route, but she had her 
limitations, and who should know that better than he. Hadn't every 
husband of the capitol gang complained to him because she wouldn't let 
herself go ... no sixty-nine, nothing but just the straight lay ...?

Suddenly, he felt Maggie's soft hand unleashing his now half-hardened 
cock as she got to her feet once more. Surprised, he watched her cross 
the room in all of her quivering, curved nakedness to the TV set, then 
turn to face him.

"They say a picture is worth a thousand words, Jack honey, and to prove 
it, I'm going to show you one," she said, her eyes sparkling 
licentiously as she smiled at him. "Brace yourself, lover. This may 
come as one hell of a shock to you ..."

With that, she clicked the selector, the large screen immediately 
reflecting a scene that caused his eyes to bug, while his jaw fell 
loosely open and something knotted and twisted inside him just before 
his jealous rage began to boil deep in his entrails. Christ, it was 
them, Carol and Max ... and God almighty, they were sucking each others 
cock and cunt like a couple of fucking animals ...!

*  *  *

Max Keele was well aware that the luscious, naked young bitch writhing 
and straining beneath him was going to cum! Every muscle and cord, each 
squirming movement and response of her perspiring, voluptuously 
impassioned body telegraphed the event to his lecherous brain. Christ, 
what a delectable gem-in-the-raw, and how he intended to polish this 
gem! The way she was sucking his throbbing hard cock while he tongued 
and bit at the hot, quivering flesh of her salaciously grinding cunt 
was enough to make him blow his mind. Fuck, she was going to cum all 
right ... and again and again and again, so that she'd never forget 
...!

Carol half-screamed. She couldn't do more; her breath caught somewhere 
between her lungs and throat. The overwhelming explosion inside her 
caused her entire naked body to shudder enrapturously. Her mind played 
no part; she was mentally swept up in its thunderous cataclysm ... and 
then, a second time ... and a third! Dear God! She was cumming again 
... and she did! His magnificent, wild tongue played skillfully around 
the outer perimeter of her tiny, palpitating clitoris taunting her to 
climax after climax, and she never wanted him to stop!

Gaspingly, she slipped her mouth off his cock and cried: "Oh damn, 
lover ... lover! Keep doing it! I'm cumming and cumming! Oh God ... I 
love you, darling! Please ... squirt your hot cum in my mouth so I can 
taste and swallow it! Oooohhhhh ... don't stop! Lick my cunt while I 
suck you off ...!"

Max felt her hot mouth eagerly absorbing his thick hardness once more. 
Her licentious plea was too much for him. He felt the sperm building so 
hotly down in his balls rumble and ferment at the peaking lewdness of 
her words. Christ, he wished it could go on and on ... but he had one 
consolation ... this wasn't the end ... fuck no ... it was just the 
beginning, as she was going to find out!

Carol had no conception of space, time, or individuals. Her series of 
climaxes had completely destroyed relativity ... and she was cumming 
again! Oooohhh ... good God! Her soft, sensuous body felt as if it had 
been impregnated with a million needles! Her wet, seething cunt drifted 
on a cloud of its own! She could cum a million times ... but then, she 
felt the big man's loins jerk above her face, the massive rubbery head 
of his long, heavy cock swelling in her voraciously sucking mouth ... 
and suddenly it came!

She wasn't quite ready when with a spontaneous burst it shot down into 
the back of her throat in wild, powerful spurts of teeming, creamy 
liquid, gush after gush of the hot, sweet, male-tasting sperm, joined 
by the convulsive tremors of her own nakedly lurching hips and loins as 
her umpteenth climax erupted in a wild explosion of blinding, lustful 
bliss. Again and again, he spewed his virile jets of thick, boiling cum 
deep into her throat, and she groaned while she continued swallowing 
and sucking almost fiendishly, her Adam's apple bobbing lewdly, frothy 
remnants bubbling out around her tightly locked lips, as she swallowed 
and swallowed the flood of nectarous semen squirting into the warm, 
receptive shelter of her mouth ...

*  *  *

Jack couldn't believe what his own eyes were witnessing. He gaped at 
the TV screen, standing now, with Maggie nakedly beside him, his arm 
unconsciously encircling her slender waist while she clung to his 
throbbing hard cock possessively. Someone ... all of them, his great 
capitol buddies, and even her, his own sweet little bitch-wife, had 
lied to him, because she did eat cock all right, and like a wanton 
whore! He'd never seen anything like it! Shit yes, she'd sucked him, 
but never to the end, until he'd shot his load in her mouth. What was 
it she always said ...? "Oh, Jack darling, I could never go all the way 
and let you cum there ..." The deceiving, lying, little cock-sucking 
cunt! Well okay, baby ... but two could play at these back-alley games 
... yeah, and maybe even more! There was too much at stake to blow it 
all now that they'd come this far, but that didn't mean there wasn't a 
way to even the score with her ... now, did it!

Even as his jealous rage seethed inside him, Jack couldn't restrain the 
rigid length of hardness his long, thick cock had swollen into at the 
salaciously obscene performance of his naked wife sprawled lewdly 
beneath the aging, massive body of Max Keele whose lecherous face was 
buried in her wet, pink loins while she slutishly sucked his massive 
cock. On top of this, Maggie's curvaceous soft body pressed against him 
as they stood there, her hot little hand gently stroking his rising 
length of hardness, had rekindled an angered, heat in his loins and 
belly, but this time it was almost a sadistic, vindictive, lustful 
urge.

"So, darling, what do you think now?" the statuesque, raven-haired 
woman beside him with the voluptuous naked body taunted as she 
continued to massage his throbbing penis with an adept little hand.

"Hell, I think we ought to join them ... make it a foursome," he said, 
forcing a grin, then drawing her close to kiss her soft, lushly parted 
lips. Her hugely thrusting breasts flattened against his chest, the 
tiny hardened nipples burrowing into his flesh.

"It's a beautiful idea, Jack lover, but I don't think I want to share 
you this first timed," she whispered, her eyes dancing excitedly.

"Hell, let's not be greedy, baby. There's enough cock here to go 
around," Jack lewdly urged, hardly able to control the vengeful anxiety 
ripping through him. "And it's ready for action again!"

"Mmmmmm," Maggie hummed, giving his jutting length of hardness an 
affectionate squeeze. "I'll say it is, lover ... but I'm just that ... 
greedy, and I want it all for myself tonight. Tomorrow night's another 
story ..."

No ... hell no, he didn't want that! It was his sweet, loving, cock-
eating wife that he wanted to get at, and right in front of these two 
lecherous bastards who'd made it all happen. She couldn't renege then 
with everything at stake. It all meant too much to her ... the future, 
position, money! No, she'd play the game because she had to. She might 
hate him for the rest of his life, but to hell with that, too!

"Come on, baby... we'll make a real swinging party of it," he pressed 
anxiously.

"Unh unh ... no way, my wonderful cock-man," she half-whispered, 
running her soft, slender hand down beneath his balls to fondle and 
caress once more. "Tonight, you belong to Maggie. Tomorrow night comes 
the extra curriculars ... and now, the second performance is about to 
begin ..."

He might have argued further had she not slithered downward to her 
knees in front of him, still holding to his cock and balls with both 
small taunting hands, and then she was tonguing the tip of its 
throbbing, purplish head with her tiny pink tongue, moistly laving the 
bulbous knob all over its wet, satiny flesh to fire his lust and make 
him temporarily forget his anger. Christ, she was just too much ... too 
goddamned much to argue with ... especially when she had his cock in 
her mouth ...!



Chapter 7


Ever since she had made the mistake of slapping Seybor, the Chief 
Matron's face for making perverted advances at her, Jean Wilson had 
paid for it. There was no task to low nor drudging in the Home that the 
big, ugly-faced woman didn't commit her to, until the lovely teen-aged 
girl was near exhaustion from overwork and lack of rest. This, on top 
of her general despondency over her forced separation from her young 
husband and both of their imprisonments on trumped-up charges, had 
nearly broken her and probably would have if it hadn't been for her 
inmate friends, Sandy Jarvis and Carla Montez.

It had been their sympathetic kindness and encouragement alone that had 
kept her from both mental and physical collapse, Jean knew, and 
finally, their secret plans of an attempted escape at the first 
opportunity, that had bolstered her spirit and kept her from succumbing 
to the evil matron's continuous, depraved proposals. God knows that 
lacking their moral support she would have surely given in to the 
horrible woman's warped desires, if only to enjoy one full night's rest 
without being dragged from bed in the wee hours to perform some low, 
menial job or another.

And then, as if these torments were not enough, her persecutor had 
managed to castigate her even further. Now, as she sat naked and 
chilled in the special confinement cells the curvaceous, honey-blonde 
girl could still barely comprehend the cruel and vicious punishments 
that had been heaped upon her, to say nothing of the sexual debasements 
she had been forced to endure at the hands of the Superintendent, 
herself, and her massive German shepherd dog. Though, when she thought 
of the beautiful animal, she couldn't deny the forbidden prurient 
sensations the vivid memory of his huge feral penis thrusting into her 
instigated, regardless of the absolute debasement of the abominable 
act. But they were short-lived little fermentations, for her immediate 
unwarranted and shameful situation left room for nothing but the misery 
at hand.

True, she'd had several drags off the marijuana cigarette which Sandy 
had produced from a secret little cache in her mattress, but she'd been 
so exhausted after twelve hours in the laundry and on the verge of a 
crying fit that she would've done anything to soothe her abused young 
body and demoralized brain.

Then, the brutal, coarse-faced woman had burst in on them, grinning her 
luridly vicious smirk. Flanking her had been two of her masculinish 
helpmates, and while they had kept both Sandy and Carla from 
interfering, Seybor had dragged her by the wealth of her long tresses, 
winding her big hand painfully in them as she proceeded to rip the 
nightgown from her.

Dear God, what would happen next? She had no idea, but she doubted if 
it could be more degrading then the vile hands of the three of them 
pawing over her soft, naked young body as they dragged her down the 
stairs to the detention cell. That deplorable memory would live with 
her for a long time ... hands clutching and squeezing her unprotected, 
tender white breasts, and between her helpless, vulnerable buttocks, 
cruel fingers gouging at her sensitive little anus and vagina, before 
throwing her onto the dirty mattress of the unfurnished cell. Then, to 
their almost fiendish cackling laughter, the heavy lock had clicked 
with a heart-sinking finality and there had been nothing but a damp, 
chilling silence since ...

How long ago had that been ...? One hour ... two ... maybe longer ... 
she couldn't be certain of anything except her bleak and bitter misery, 
but even as she sat there on the thin, stained mattress, her knees 
drawn up beneath her chin with her arms hugging them in an effort to 
find some warmth in her own naked body, she couldn't help but pitifully 
wonder what ever was going to become of her. Dear God, was it possible 
that such medieval torment could exist and go on undetected and 
unpunished in this age and time ...? Yes ... yes, it could, because it 
was actually happening to her! It was no nightmare that she would 
suddenly awaken from to find herself in the arms of her young husband, 
Ken ... Oh God, she was going to lose her mind for sure if she didn't 
occupy it some way ... or if she didn't freeze to death first ...!

Subconsciously, she began to vigorously rub the smooth, satin-like 
flesh of her calves, her thighs, arms, belly and breasts to force her 
blood stream into more rapid circulation ... and it was then that she 
heard the heavy lock of the door click again, causing her breath to 
catch with a frightened gasp in her throat ...

"Well now, how does my little blonde bitch like her new quarters?" the 
Chief Matron leered down at the nakedly cringing teen-ager who had 
quickly balled up into her knees-beneath-chin position once more, but 
this tine to hide her nudity from the lecherous eyes of the big, evil-
faced woman. "Do you think it was worth breaking the rules for ... and 
with pot of all things?"

Jean didn't answer, but merely stared upward at the powerful woman who 
stood in a heavy bathrobe glaring licentiously down at her, a small 
leather bag hanging from her right hand. What was to come now? She had 
no idea, though she was terribly certain it would be some lewdly 
abasing horror that in the end, regardless of her struggles, she would 
be unmercifully subjected to. Oh God ... oh God ... why didn't someone 
come and help her ...?

"P-Please ... don't do anything else to me ...?" Jean heard her own 
pathetically whimpering voice. "H-Haven't you done enough already ...?"

The woman's harsh laughter interrupted her words. "You're a stupid and 
stubborn little cunt, Wilson. You know that by now, don't you? You 
never had to go through any of this ... if you'd just been nice to me. 
I told you that in the beginning ... tit for tat. You could've enjoyed 
luxuries like the other girls ... a joint now and then, just a few 
light work details to make it look good ... but no, you had to be hard 
to get. So, where the hell are you? In confinement for using drugs 
until I decide to let you out. And on top of that you're going to get 
more time hung on your sentence once I turn in my report ..."

"Oh God, no please, not that!" Jean cried, shaking her head almost 
wildly as the ugly-faced woman's appalling words registered. "You can't 
... you can't ...!"

"Oh ...? And why can't I?" the Chief Matron taunted. "That's my job, 
bitch, punishing and rehabilitating incorrigibles the likes of you."

"Oh ... damn you ... damn you!" Jean uncontrollably blurted in tearful 
rage. "I-If you do, I'll tell everything I know about this terrible 
place ... the way you sell drugs to the girls, and ... and use us, both 
for your perverted desires as well as the Keeles! I-I'll tell 
everything, I swear it ...!"

Again, the big woman's harsh, guttural laughter silenced Jean. "You 
poor, stupid young bitch!" she spat down at the honey-blonde teenager's 
nakedly cowing, white loveliness. "Don't you suppose that's already 
been tried by smarter chicks than you? And how far do you think they 
got? Aren't you intelligent enough to know that nobody's going to 
listen to you ... that you'd only be cutting off that pert little nose 
to spite what could remain a pretty face? Come on, Wilson, get with it. 
There's nothing you can do ... only make it easier on yourself ... and 
that starts with me, girl, right here and now!"

It was the latter, meaningful part of the Chief Matron's leeringly 
confident words that sent the clammy chill of utter dread racing 
through Jean's huddled, naked young body. Abruptly, she found herself 
slithering backward, her white softly rounded buttocks scraping against 
the harsh material of the dirty mattress as she cringed back toward one 
corner of the tiny cell, her amber-flecked, green-eyes widening in 
revulsive fear. Before her, the big woman had set down her mysterious 
leather bag and was slowly undoing her robe, the expression on her ugly 
face one of blatant, lecherous lust.

Dear God! She was totally naked beneath, a powerfully built, waistless 
woman with heavy pendulous breasts. Instant nausea washed through 
Jean's young belly at the repelling sight and for one brief moment she 
thought she was going to faint.

"Oh ... oh Lord, please ... please don't ...?" the lovely young 
teenager whimpered, no longer trying to hide her own nakedness, but 
simply endeavoring to evade the older woman's obvious, evil intent as 
she moved awesomely toward her.

"Don't be afraid, little pussy-cat. You be nice and Seybor won't hurt 
you," the ugly-faced matron hissed, her heavy jaw slack and her eyes 
glazing with lust as finally she stood over the cowering girl, her hand 
extended down to her. "Come up here to me. I want to hold that luscious 
white body of yours right up tight to me ... to feel those firm young 
tits against mine with your ass-cheeks in my hands ... they're so full 
and soft and smooth looking ...! Hurry, come up here!"

"Oh ... oh God, please ...?" Jean whined in repugnance at the other's 
lewd statements, her brain racing madly for any means of possible 
escape, even as she realized that there was none. "Don't make me ... 
I'll do anything else you want ... but not this ... please ...?"

"Come up here you snooty little cunt!" the powerful woman snarled, 
clutching her hand a second time in Jean's long, blond hair and jerking 
her painfully to her feet. Then, before the voluptuous young girl could 
offer the least resistance, Seybor had her inside her imprisoning, 
strong arms, pressing her softly yielding curves tightly against the 
smothering coarseness of her own flesh. "Mmmmmm ... you beautiful 
little bitch, you! I'm going to drive you right out of your mind ... 
make you cum like no man ever could, you hear? And don't try to fight 
me if you know what's good for you, or I swear I'll destroy you and 
that hubby of yours completely ...!"

In her entire young lifetime, and with all of the deplorable horrors 
that had been heaped upon her in that terrible place, Jean had never 
felt so obscenely degraded and hopelessly lost as she did at that 
moment. The older woman, with one big hand clutching at her full, naked 
buttocks and the other massaging and kneading one youthful, sensitive 
breast, crushed her thick-lipped mouth wetly down against her own 
tender, ripe lips, sending overwhelming waves of shameful revulsion 
washing through her. Unable to move in the big woman's lecherous 
embrace, Jean could do nothing but let her have her perverted way with 
her defenselessly cringing body, while tears of sordid disgrace spilled 
down her smooth, young cheeks.

Suddenly, she tasted-the woman's breath as she smashed her long, thick 
tongue wetly into her mouth while simultaneously pinching her tiny pink 
nipples into an unwanted, pebble-hardness. Then moving both big, hot 
hands down to clutch at the soft, pliant mounds of her trembling white 
buttocks, she ground her thick, hair-covered pelvis obscenely against 
the little bowl of Jean's belly. At the same time, the woman's heavy 
thigh forced its way between the cringing young blonde to salaciously 
pressure and massage with lewd, undulating movements the sensitively 
tender young vaginal lips and inner pink flesh of her soft, curl-
sheltered young loins.

"Oh ... oh dear God!" Jean gasped nauseously, breaking their kiss with 
a twist of her head when she felt the woman's hot, rough hands 
spreading the rounded ovals of her naked white buttocks apart to run a 
thick finger down through its smooth, hairless crevice, then probe 
lasciviously at her tightly clenched little anus. "Please ... please 
... oh don't!" she begged futilly to the other's heedless, panting 
abuses, the urge to scream out nearly overwhelming her.

Yet, at the same time, the uselessness of the effort vaguely registered 
in Jean's frantic, shame-filled brain. There was no one to help her ... 
nothing she could do only submit to the depraved woman's perverted 
assault ... try to shut her mind from the despicable things she was 
doing to her. There was no other way but to give herself and hope to 
God that it would end soon ... that she would satisfy her warped lust 
... and perhaps then, even have a little mercy on her ...

"You like that don't you pussy-cat!" Seybor rasped, mistaking Jean's 
sudden loss of tenseness against her as a sign of arousal. "... Like 
your big mama's finger playing with your tight little asshole?" The big 
woman began to pant more intensely then, convinced that she had begun 
to reach the voluptuous young teenager she held in their lewdly naked 
embrace. "Well, you haven't seen anything yet, honey! I told you I was 
going to make you cum like no man ever could, and now I'm going to 
prove it!"

The powerful woman let free of Jean suddenly and dropped to her knees 
in front of the girl. Without a word and almost before the lovely 
blonde teenager knew was happening, the Chief Matron took hold of her 
white, smoothly arched hips and turned her around. "Now, bend over, 
pussy-cat! Spread those luscious, soft thighs and bend way over, then 
reach back and pull these delicious ass-cheeks open! Hurry!"

Shocked at the utter perversity of her suggestion, Jean could only 
stand there, gaping back over her shoulder at the naked hulk of a woman 
who knelt behind her, the sight of her heavy, sagging breasts in 
themselves enough to cause her young stomach to turn over.

"Oh please ... my God, stop ... I can't ...!" Jean wailed pathetically.

She was unprepared for the vicious slap across the sensitive white 
mound of her right buttock that the angered woman stingingly 
administered. "Do it, you little bitch! Do as I say before I slap you 
silly! Do it!"

Too filled with fear not to obey, Jean bent forward, but hesitated to 
comply with Seybor's lewd command to reach back and spread open her 
buttocks.

"Put your legs apart ... further ... further!" the matron raspingly 
ordered. "Damn it, bend over further!"

Jean did, until her lushly rounded young buttocks were obscenely 
presented to the mercy of the big woman, all sense of resistance 
suddenly draining from her. She knew now that she would eventually be 
forced to give in the end, anyway. There was nothing left but horrible 
humiliating submission to the depraved female's warped desires. Oh, 
dear God ...!

Kneeling behind her, Seybor gaped lustfully at the full white ovals of 
smooth, silken flesh offered up in slave-like servitude before her. 
Damn, she had never seen anything more sensuously intoxicating in her 
life. Hot waves of lecherous passion raced through her thick loins and 
belly, the urge to thrust her tongue into the deep, narrow crevice and 
lick her way down to the thin ribbon of revealed pink flesh between her 
golden, hair-fringed cunt lips nearly over-whelming ... but no, not 
yet! She'd waited too long to get the little bitch this way, helpless 
and bent like a lowly serf before her. Now, she had to extract the most 
from it!

She held herself in restraint, anticipating the delicious moment when 
she would lean forward and plunge her tongue into the satiny canyon the 
rounded white moons formed. And what a proud young ass it was, swaying 
defeatedly before her. She would break her completely, the arrogant 
little cunt ... would have her squirming and begging before this night 
was out.

Hungrily, she lay her hot, sweaty hands on the smoothly ovaled spheres, 
cupping their yielding, resilient flesh as they cringed to her touch, 
then moved them slowly outward caressingly over the soft, silken-
skinned curves of her young hips and downward along Jean's tapering 
outer thigh to her shapely calves. Slowly, tauntingly, to the throbbing 
beat of her own lecherous heart, the big woman brushed her coarse hands 
upward along the smooth backs of her trembling legs, her thumbs tracing 
their velvety inner-flesh up and up, until once more she cupped the 
full, supple mounds, her thumbs inserted in the sensitive, hairless 
crevice of Jean's helplessly exposed buttocks.

A moan of unbridled shame escaped the lovely, long-haired teenager when 
she felt the quivering, white cheeks being lewdly spread open, the 
matron, kneeling behind her, reveling sadistically in the naked girl's 
obscene, debasing position. Desperately, her buttocks tried to clench 
together against the ever increasing pressure Seybor was exerting with 
her thumbs, until the obvious uselessness of her efforts caused Jean to 
relax them bit by bit. The ugly woman's face was on a level with the 
thin pink folds of her young vaginal flesh, and as she watched with 
gleaming eyes, they slowly parted beneath the thumbs. She could see the 
slight film of moisture forming and glistening on the soft inner-flesh 
of the girl's fully rounded thighs as she pressed the lush ovaled 
cheeks farther and farther apart.

She leaned her eager face forward then, until it was inches from the 
silken curls of Jean's blonde, pubic-hair, sprinkled over the pouting 
fleshy lips of her tight young pussy, and the odor was one of 
intoxicating sweetness drifting invitingly to her flaring nostrils. 
Seybor swallowed deeply while her thumbs continued to pressure outward 
until the lovely teenager's lust-inciting young cunt flowered open to 
her frozen gaze ... until suddenly, it was completely open and the 
velvety, raw inner flesh came into tantalizing view. Hungrily, the big 
woman feasted on its pink smoothness and the droplets of moisture from 
her secretions that had seeped out to glisten wetly on the smooth inner 
flesh of her thighs.

The lecherous Chief Matron breathed hard? then blew tormentingly into 
the obscenely bent girl's thumb-spread cunt, causing a shudder to 
ripple over the soft young curves of her naked body with its unexpected 
sensation.

"Oh ... ooohhhh!" Jean whimpered in confused shame, twisting her neck 
to look back at the perverted, naked Seybor kneeling up behind her, 
clutching at her widespread buttocks, the heat of her rapid breathing 
sensitively brushing against her moistly exposed genital flesh. The 
young girl's own breath caught in her throat as she sensed the woman's 
face move closer into her defenseless loins, then felt the full length 
of her long hot tongue slip wetly up into her helplessly cringing 
vaginal channel.

Her soft, voluptuous young body recoiled reflexively with a convulsive 
jerk, a loud groan bursting from her chest as she tried to squirm her 
buttocks free of the debasing outrage the Chief Matron was committing 
on her unprotected, vulnerable young pussy. Her stomach lurched and 
churned in rapidly mounting confusion and she moaned loathingly, while 
the kneeling woman's fire-hot tongue slithered wetly in and out of her 
slavishly upturned cunt in a wild, animal-like frenzy.

"Ooohhhhh ... oonhhhhh ... don't ... please ... stop it, stop it!" Jean 
groaningly begged in her abased degradation, her head beginning to toss 
back and forth in humiliation at the older woman's salacious teasing 
back between her widespread thighs and buttocks. Oh God ... it wasn't 
happening ... couldn't be! It was too despicable ... a fiendish 
nightmare, she tried to reason as the long, thick tongue raced in 
liquid-like torrent up into her unwanting, yet rapidly dilating young 
cunt.

"Ooahhh ... oohhhh, my God! You ... you filthy an-animal!" Jean 
stammeringly cried in her mortification, while at the same time, 
unwanted tingling spasms of lewd delight were bursting into being 
inside her youthful loins and belly from the demented licking of her 
awakened, moist pussy,

She sensed Seybor's rough hands smoothing in a greedy caress once more 
over the soft white skin of her lips and along her slender waist and 
rib-cage, then beneath to clutch and knead the swelling firm flesh of 
her hanging, hardened-nippled young breasts. She cupped and tormented 
them almost brutally, while her mouth and tongue sucked and thrust into 
the widespread crevice of her moistly aroused vagina with wet, 
obscenely echoing lapping sounds that filled the room.

Oh God ... oh God help me, the lovely blonde teenager prayed inwardly. 
The horrible female's depraved ministrations were too much ... too 
much! Frantically, her brain struggled for control against the 
maddening sucking and licking of the wet, intensively incited crevice 
between her open legs, fighting desperately to keep her wits from 
melting into the hot, liquid ravishment that was creeping slowly, but 
surely, over her, telegraphing unbelievable, bliss-filled sensations in 
mind-shattering excitement through every vein, muscle and cord of her 
quivering white flesh.

Seybor knew that she had won. The ugly-faced woman felt more than 
triumphant, for this was no ordinary little bitch ... no Sandy Jarvis 
or Montez. The proud, arrogant young beauty was for real, every inch of 
her lusciously curved, naked body, and the lecherous Chief Matron was 
reveling in its conquest. Suddenly, her thick lips probed and explored 
until they found the erect pulsing bud of her tiny clitoris. She heard 
the girl's abrupt moan of agonized pleasure as she engulfed the little 
palpitating nub between her teeth and clutching it there, raved her 
hot, wet tongue over and around it in a series of ever-increasing 
circles. Then, opening her lust-hungry mouth wider, she sent her 
ravaging tongue upward through the moistened, raw velvety flesh to the 
heated, throbbing mouth of her now hesitantly nibbling vaginal passage.

Jean was shamefully aware that she could hardly, if at all, any longer 
control herself. Her erotic stimulation had reached beyond her mental 
governing. Her soft young naked body had been lasciviously taunted into 
a pleasureful rapture which had destroyed all strength, within her to 
fight against it. She found herself flailing her head wantonly from 
side to side, her long blonde-hair thrashing wildly, her tingling, full 
breasts swaying and quivering to the rhythmic tempo of the long, thick 
tongue that was fucking hotly up into her from behind. It probed and 
lashed and slithered in swirling delight up into her moist, clasping 
vagina, while she listened as if from another world to her own low 
whimpering sounds of rising passion.

Abruptly, Jean felt the older woman grasping her hands to pull them up 
and place them on her buttocks behind her. Subconsciously she reasoned 
what she wanted. This time, the nakedly twisting young girl didn't 
hesitate, but in stead, lewdly clutched at the rounded, soft mounds of 
her white buttocks with both small hands, pulling them widely apart as 
she bent further down to the prison matron greater access to her 
licentiously offered cunt.

In blinding lust at the girl's unhesitant response, Seybor clutched at 
her soft-fleshed upper thighs and hips, burying her face in the 
deliciously smooth wet crevice between her salaciously spread ass-
cheeks.

Jean's whines of uncontrollable, involuntary pleasure filled the room 
as Seybor plunged her hot, wet tongue deeper and deeper into the 
seething, fluid depths between her obscenely parted buttocks. Then, the 
girl felt it flick from her clasping pussy-hole upward toward the tiny, 
puckered little mouth of her anus. Again, there was the reflective urge 
to scream out ... but instead, she groaned in rapture at the 
surprising, wet searing contact with the forbidden, sensitive opening. 
She closed her eyes and licked at her lips in sensual enchantment.

"Oh ... oh ... oh," Jean coughed ecstatically. "Oh Lord, don't ...!" 
she moaned, even as she waggled her hips, trying to screw her tormented 
rectum back deeper onto Seybor's stiffly probing tongue.

The big Chief Matron gloated inwardly, thrusting hard against the snug, 
little anal lips, raising goose-flesh along the hollow of Jean's smooth 
white back.

"Oh ... ooahhhh ...," the teenager continued, tossing her head wildly, 
her helplessness and degradation still alive within her, even as her 
naked young buttocks jerked and writhed in the spread-open grip of her 
own soft, slender hands to the delicious sensations racing maddeningly 
through her. "Ooohhh ... ooohhh God ...," she gasped again and again. 
Then, finally: "Ooohhh ... oohhh ... yes ... yes, do it! Don't stop! My 
God, I've got to cum ... please ... make me cummmmmm ...!"

"Aahhh ... now you're ready, my little pussy-cat!" the ugly-faced woman 
rasped hotly, ceasing her oral ministrations, then following with a 
series of heated wet kisses to Jean's intensively fired genitals and 
passion-moistened inner thighs.

The Matron moved away behind her and Jean twisted her head in a wave of 
disappointment to see the naked woman reaching into her mysterious 
leather bag. Slowly, she released her hold on her own soft buttocks as 
she saw the instrument Seybor produced ... a strange instrument, but 
immediately recognizable. Jean gaped at it in fascination, a new queer 
feeling at the pit of her stomach. It was a solid rubber length in the 
shape of a double male penis, one at each end, the latter at an upward 
angle to the first. Attached to it were two bloated rubber testicles, 
and where the bases of the penises met, an elastic strap long enough to 
stretch around a pair of hips. Another strap ran from the testicles to 
fit between a pair of thighs and join the first strap at the back.

"Like I told you, pussy-cat, I'm going to make you cum like no man ever 
could!" the big woman repeated luridly, while Jean watched in 
spellbound confusion as the other quickly stepped into the harness, 
then with her heavy legs spread in a lewd, squatting stance, inserted 
the angled, simulated penis into her own excitedly open vagina ... 
moving it in and out slowly until its entire length was absorbed, up 
between her thighs.

As the lovely blonde teenager watched in growing, apprehension, Seybor 
completed her adjusting of the false male genitals, then straightened, 
her big hand encircling the thickness of the rubber cock standing out 
long and stiff from her pelvis, the inflated balls hanging down loosely 
between her thighs.

"Hot cream," the coarse faced woman hissed licentiously, grasping the 
simulated sac between her legs. "A quart of it to empty into your tight 
little cunt when you cum!" She moved forward then, the thick length of 
false cock held lewdly in her hand, her huge breasts swaying obscenely 
with her necessary short strides because of the penetrating dildo in 
her own cuntal-channel. "Bend over again, just as you were before ... 
and spread those pretty ass-cheeks wide! Big mama's going to fuck you 
to death!"

As much as Jean wanted to rebel ... to defy the older woman's vile 
command and debauched intentions, she realized the futility of the 
effort. The depraved, naked matron intended to have her lustful way 
with her now, and at any cost. There was absolutely nothing she could 
do to defend her helpless young body against the perverted outrage 
about to be committed on her, and she groaned bitterly as she bent 
forward, spreading her legs to reassume her lascivious, slave-like 
position.

"Your ass ... reach back and open your ass! Hurry!" Seybor snapped, and 
once more Jean reached back with her small hands to clutch and pull her 
white, softly rounded buttocks apart before the evil woman who was 
moving up close behind her in her lewd, stand-up pose.

"Oh ... oh God, please don't hurt me ...?" the teenager pleaded, 
remembering the huge size of the long, thick, human-like cock, her 
heart beating so loudly she felt something would burst inside her, her 
belly heaving as if she were already being penetrated to the very core.

She moaned and twisted her head, an erotic little shudder passing over 
her naked white flesh at the electrifying contact of the soft, rubbery 
tip with the wet, sensitive flesh of her still hotly incited pussy ... 
She hardly dare breathe as she stood petrified in her obscene position, 
waiting ... waiting, then feeling the bulbous, artificial head parting 
the flushed, hair-lined lips of her virgin tight cunt, while her young 
brain reeled in both fear and anticipation. Then, Seybor flicked her 
heavy hips slightly forward, causing a sharp needle-like pain from the 
stretching pressure of the false cock-head pushing into the tight 
elastic opening of her vagina.

"Aaauuugghhhh!" Jean grunted, and Seybor eagerly pressed again. 
"Ooohhhh my God!" the satin-skinned, blonde girl choked as the huge tip 
was forced into the forcefully stretching mouth, brutally stretching 
the tender pink flesh until Jean was certain she was being split apart 
from the almost unbearable outward pressure. "Stop! You're hurting me! 
My God ... no, don't ... don't!" she cried back at the woman clutching 
savagely at her rounded, white hips, but her sadistic, near-inhuman 
expression reminded the teenager again of the uselessness of her pleas.

Jean gaped back at her through agony-glazed eyes, the big matron's 
lust-contorted face revealing the extreme pleasure she was deriving 
from the torment she was inflicting. Cruelly she kept up the slow, 
torturous impalement between Jean's widespread full thighs into the 
moistly stretching channel of her sensitive young cunt.

"Aaaanugghhhh ...!" the naked, blonde-haired girl grunted gutturally to 
the inch by excruciating inch penetration into her upturned vaginal 
passage, while Seybor's face slowly changed and became a mask of 
demented passion ... as if the sight of her helpless young victim 
trying to absorb the huge artificial cock strapped to her thick loins 
and buried in her own seething vaginal hole was more than she could 
bear. Abruptly, the matron clutched the girl's soft, ivory-white hips 
in a powerful, steel-fingered grip and thrust her heavy pelvis forward 
brutally, sending the long thick artificial cock soaring up into her 
futilely resisting passage with the fury of a rutting bull.

"Aaaaauungghhhhh!" Jean screamed again as the thick bulbous head 
pressed the tight cringing walls of her moist vagina in rippling waves 
before it, the full unending length of it plunging into her belly until 
she felt the heavy, milk-filled testicles smack down hard against the 
tiny bud of her erect clitoris below. "Oh ... oh ... oh ..." she choked 
from her helpless bent-over position, immobile now, not daring to move 
for fear of being ripped wide open! Her young belly was stuffed to 
capacity with the false cock and her vagina felt as if its tender, 
sensitive flesh had been scraped raw by the vile woman's perverted 
assault, the massive dildo's every simulated ridge and wrinkle 
discernible to her in its buried depth inside her.

Behind her, Seybor panted excitedly in her lecherous lust, her big 
coarse hands oozing all over the lewdly bent girls white flesh, 
searching and entering and pulling apart and digging to allow the girl 
no part of herself that was still her own secret! This was it! Yes ... 
yes, she thought excitedly as she began to move in and out of the 
moaning teenager's slowly acclimating cunt channel, digging her nails 
into the soft white flesh of her smoothly rounded hips, while at the 
same time enjoying the salacious pleasure of the huge artificial cock 
that was reaming and inciting her own pussy-hole to an extravagant 
culmination.

"Oh ... oh God ... y-yes ... do it ... ooohhh ... easy ...please ...?" 
Jean whimpered as Seybor thrust the last fraction of the dildo's thick 
length into her expanding passage to nudge in pleasureful pain at her 
tiny cervix. Knowing there was no escape, the nakedly positioned young 
blonde felt a wave of masochistic desire wash through her curvaceous 
young lady, and she began to lend herself to it wantonly.

"Fuck back, pussy-cat!" Seybor hissed luridly, sensing the young 
beauty's enraptured responses as she began to licentiously squirm and 
writhe before her. "Shove that luscious ass back at me and I'll make 
you cum like a fountain!"

Jean tossed her lovely head in an engulfing deluge of unequivocal 
passion, the last twinges of pain rapidly leaving her desire-aroused 
body, her shapely spread legs on either side of the simulated thick 
cock fucking into her seething pussy, quivering and twitching 
spasmodically in wild unrestraint, while velvety noises of mounting 
ecstasy began to gurgle deep down in her throat. Never before in her 
young life had she known anything to equal the obscene enchantment 
sweeping over her. It was like being impaled on a pleasure-filling, 
vibrating stake. Thrust after thrust shot into her helplessly offered 
loins to explode in a shower of building delight at each apex. 
Frenziedly, she began to thrash her naked buttocks backward at the 
onslaught of hardened false cock that was racing into her with 
breathtaking, rhythmic fulfillment. Oh God ... she would cum ... yes 
... yes, like a fountain!

Seybor had begun to plunge the long, thick dildo into both of them with 
insane force, lengthening the stroke as well as quickening it, 
thrusting her heavy, hair-covered loins lustfully against the soft 
yielding flesh of the girl's rounded white buttocks, forcing the rubber 
phallus deeply into both of their hot, clasping cunts. Lecherously, the 
feeling of power and maleness, as always, was becoming more than she 
could bear. She had to cum ... had to have release, or she'd explode!

She withdrew the heavy artificial penis nearly out of the tight, wet 
sheath grasping it hungrily, then thrust forward again into the tender 
young defenseless hole, causing the mushroomed knob of its buried 
length inside her to smash erotically against her own hotly tingling 
cervix. Her brain swam with increasing lust. She gaped downward at the 
tiny pink lips of Jean's puckered anus and without hesitation, began to 
worm one thick finger into its resisting, rubbery mouth, heedless of 
the girl's whimpering moans to her added defilement. Instead, the older 
woman continued to work the thick finger into the hot, velvety flesh of 
the honey-blonde's lewdly exposed rectum until it was buried to the 
palm of her hand, while the teenager uncontrollably groaned out her own 
lust-incited pleasure.

"Oh God ... oh ... oh dear God!" the obscenely bent girl choked in 
desire-glazed frenzy. Her womb flared and the youthful flushed lips of 
golden-fringed cunt opened even further in the dual rape of her young, 
sensitive genitals.

Seybor stared lustfully downward at where her thick finger was lewdly 
fucking in and out of the hotly sucking depths of Jean's asshole, and 
beyond to the long, thick, artificial cock that was slipping with 
glistening smoothness in and out of the voluptuous teenager's moist, 
vibrant cunt. She concentrated on the raw, pink folds of her clasping 
young pussy as they clung to the rampaging length of rubber hardness 
she was thrusting with jack-hammer force up into her. Again, she tried 
to increase the pace and deepen the stroke as Jean writhed insanely 
before her, shoving back onto the false cock with wild, frantic lurches 
that could mean only one thing. The delicious little pussy-cat was 
getting ready to cum!

"Oh ... ooohhhh ... don't stop ... oohhh ... harder ... harder!" Jean 
gasped out in wantonly chanting gulps.

The big matron grunted obscenely in her own mounting climax, thrusting 
hard and deep in her effort to plunge the mock, hardened cock far up 
into the untouched sanctuary even beyond the writhing girl's womb, 
rotating her own massive hips wildly around the thick, long length of 
human-like phallus buried to the depths of her own heaving belly. She 
watched and felt her pendulous breasts quiver and jerk erotically 
against her and the flesh of her heavy buttocks rippling with the 
ferocity of her jarring motions.

In her earth-shattering ecstasy, Jean felt the new sweet pain to her 
insides as the head of the huge, deeply sunk cock made an almost 
expanding convulsion that threatened to mangle her inner organs. Then, 
it began to spurt! She could feel the deliciously hot, white liquid 
shooting into her with the sensation of male sperm, sloshing around her 
dilated womb like a stream of searing lava. The very pores of her 
teenaged cunt-walls reflexively opened to it, oozing forth their own 
enraptured answer, spilling her climatic secretions into the already 
flooded cavern of her spasming cunt.

It was maddeningly beautiful! No words could ever describe it! She was 
out of her mind with the enchantment!

She clawed frantically back beneath her writhing buttocks with both 
hands to eagerly squeeze at the mock balls pressed into the widespread 
crevice of her quivering white buttocks. Her legs trembled, jelling, as 
if suddenly boneless, but the clutching hands at her hips held her 
fast, while the enormous cock continued to squirt into her. Delicious 
hot jets streamed from its head never-endingly in blissful, 
unbelievable white rivers, overflowing her womb and gushing out the 
sucking, convivial young cunt-lips mouthing the base of the false cock, 
saturating in torrents the silky, pubic hair it was buried so deeply 
into.

"Oh ... oh God ... don't stop ... please! I-I'm cumming ... 
cuuummmiinugggg!" Jean wailed passionately.

"Like a fountain, pussy-cat? Is it! Is it?" Seybor gasped as she fucked 
wildly into the luridly bent young girl.

"Yesss ... ooohhh yesssssss!" she screamed, while the seething walls of 
her clasping pussy slicked ravenously at the squirting, false cock, 
until it offered one final spurt, the last drop of its pleasure-
bringing mockery driven from it ...

It was over ... exhaustedly completed! Jean felt the release of the 
powerful matron's big hands at her bruised, soft hips and swimmingly, 
she fell forward onto the mattress, the long, thick hardened dildo 
pulling out of her with salacious, wet sucking sound. She curled onto 
her side and stared up at the grotesque form of the naked woman with 
the lewd instrument pervertedly hanging from her wet loins.

"Quite a cock, isn't it, pussy-cat?" she said grinning luridly as she 
unhitched the harness and obscenely withdrew it from her own vaginal 
channel. "Never had anything like that in your hot little belly before, 
now did you?"

Jean said nothing, but sensed her face flushing shamefully and once 
more attempted to ball into a protective, curled position. The big 
woman laughed and picked up her robe, slipping it on. Finally, Jean 
managed: "H-How long do I have to stay here ...?"

"Well now ... that depends on you, pussy-cat," Seybor replied 
gloatingly as she tucked the still glistening dildo, wet with both of 
their passion-released secretions, into its leather case. "Like I told 
you in the beginning, you be nice to me and I'll look after you ... 
know what I mean?

Jean cringed inwardly at her obvious meaning. This wasn't the end of it 
... only the beginning ... but she had to get out of there and back up 
with Sandy and Carla now ... Her mind was made up. Slowly, she nodded 
her pretty head and relucantly hissed: "Y-Yes ... I understand ..."

"That's better, pussy-cat ... and next time, we'll change around," the 
Chief Matron lewdly suggested. "You can play the daddy and make love to 
me, just the way I did to you ..."

Dear God! Just the thought was enough to make Jean nauseous to the 
point of wanting to vomit ... but she had to pretend ... yes ... yes! 
Again, she nodded her lovely head, while at the same time her mind 
raced frantically.

"All right, pussy-cat. Come on and I'll take you back up," the ugly-
faced woman said, reaching down and helping her onto her feet, then 
slipping an arm around the voluptuous, naked teenaged girl, her big, 
coarse hand immediately cupping and licentiously fondling Jean's firm, 
full white breasts. "You're going to need some rest along with Jarvis 
and Montez for the Keele party tomorrow night." She snickered in her 
lurid fashion. "You three and a couple more are going to provide the 
entertainment for the wheels at the Spaxton get-together, and I 
wouldn't want you dragging when all of those cocks and cunts swing into 
action, eh?"

Once more, an apprehensive feeling of utter despair charged through 
Jean's helplessly naked young body ... but with it came the first 
inkling of a possible plan of escape, and it was this far-fetched, yet 
to be developed scheme, that suddenly gave her the necessary uplift to 
go on. She even managed to smile at the evil woman who was obscenely 
running her vile hands over the helpless soft curves of her naked young 
body as they moved out into the corridor.

"Ahhh, that's better, pussy-cat ... much better," Seybor gasped while 
they walked, her rekindling lust obvious in her tone. "Your big mama 
made you cam like a fountain, didn't she ...? Didn't she?"

"Oh yes," Jean replied almost subconsciously, even as the matrons lewd 
hands continued to stroke and caress her unprotected, white curves with 
a hungry possessiveness. Her keen young brain was too occupied to any 
longer notice or care ...



Chapter 8


Dawn was brightening the skies in the east when they drove away from 
the Keele residence. Behind the wheel, Jack Heath maneuvered their 
convertible in a firm-lipped silence, while his young wife rested with 
her lovely head lying back against the upholstered seat, her eyes 
staring dreamily off toward the glow of the new-born day. She was 
either exhausted or high, he couldn't decide which, but in either case, 
the satiated expression of fulfillment on her beautiful face only added 
to the bitter ire churning in his guts since Maggie had tuned in on 
their licentious six-a-neuf performance hours before. The deceitful 
bitch ... she'd been conning him all along... "Oh darling I could never 
go all tile way and let you cum there ..." The lousy little liar! How 
many other cocks had she sluttishly drained of their cum in their own 
crowd and lied about it? And why the big denial? That was part of it, 
wasn't it ... no sexual hang-ups ... and whatever, always the come-
clean truth between them after ... no secrets?

Damn her ... damn her! If he didn't love her so much it wouldn't 
matter, but he did, though for the life of him, at that moment, he 
couldn't imagine why. Had Maggie ... that spellbinding, wanton woman 
... Christ, she'd all but sapped the goddamned marrow from his bones 
... but had she only agreed and joined him in making Carol's and Max's 
suck-circus a foursome, he'd have gotten in a few licks of vengeance 
that his loving wife wouldn't have forgotten right away, and there 
wasn't a damn thing she could've done about it. They could ill-afford 
to blow the scene after coming this far ... at least, that's the way 
he'd felt about it then, but now he wasn't so sure. The trigging cost 
was beginning to look all out of proportion to the end gains. Christ, 
he loved her, the beautiful blonde vixen ... at least, he wanted to, 
but ... goddamnit, now he was so fucking confused ...!

Of course, it wasn't too late for her to make a clean breast of it all, 
the way they had always done with the capitol crowd after a "swapmeet." 
And if she came right out and told him she'd sucked the lecherous 
bastard to completion, and it was the first time she'd ever gone the 
whole route, then he'd believe her ... believe her because he wanted 
to. But damnit, she wasn't saying a word, hadn't since they'd climbed 
into the car. He glanced over at the manner in which she was still 
almost languorously slouched in the seat, her head lying back, the 
slightly spread position of her shapely long legs with the smooth white 
flesh of her rounded thighs carelessly revealed beneath her hitched up 
mini-skirt. His limply drained penis responded with an aching, 
uncontrollable lurch, but then the expression of sensual contentment on 
her lovely face immediately doused that spark.

Angrily, he hit the accelerator. He had to unwind somehow, or blow 
wide-open. Maybe it was the joints of hash Max Keele had broke out to 
settle them all down just before they left that was responsible for her 
mien of satiated tranquillity. She was high; he was, he knew, and damn, 
he was grateful for that under the circumstances...

"Don't drive so fast, Jack," she said without looking at him, her tone 
of voice nearly emotionless.

He glanced at her again and saw that she hadn't moved from her 
provokingly supine position "Well, glad to know that you're still with 
me," he edgily replied. "I was beginning to think you were still up on 
a cloud with that lecherous sonofabitch we humbly refer to as our 
boss."

"You sound terribly vindictive, darling," she said, her soft intonation 
unchanged. "Didn't your end of the party go so well?"

Goddamn, for two-cents he'd backhand her right across the teeth; he was 
a roaring furnace inside ... Keep cool ... keep cool ...! "I didn't 
intend that it would," he lied, struggling to keep his voice calmed. 
"Remember, we had a purpose?"

"And I think we accomplished it," she said, dreamily. "Anyway, we'll 
know better tonight won't we."

"You sound as if you might be looking forward to it with vigor," he 
snapped, worming his way with an angry recklessness through the sparse, 
early morning traffic.

"Well aren't you?" she questioned, raising her head for the first time 
to look over at him.

"Depends what phase of the program you're referring to, Mrs. Heath," he 
replied, sensing her unwavering stare measuring him. "Personally, I 
went into this arrangement for the monetary reward, not the 
entertainment en passant."

"I-I don't think I like your inference, Jack," Carol managed, a qualmy 
tightness knotting in her belly as she straightened in the seat and 
tugged demurely at her tiny skirt. God, was she wearing the sensuous 
feelings Max had aroused in her that openly? It must be the pot. She 
had to get hold of herself ...!

"Was I inferring? Or could it be that I struck a vein of guilt in your 
conscience, my love?"

"A-A vein of guilt ...!" she half-choked, as much angered by his tacit 
question as she was flustered by her own lack of emotional camouflage. 
God, she had never intended that he would know ... not really know ... 
or was he just making little green-eyed stabs in the dark? She had to 
bluff her way now ...! "Just what in hell are you trying to get at, 
Jack Heath?"

"Oh shit, Carol! Let's not play games, eh? I know you, remember ... 
your husband, the guy you sleep with when you're not tied up for the 
night?" he spat, immediately sorry for the latter, unfair barb, but for 
one brief second his jealous rage had nearly gotten the better of him. 
Quickly, he added with a wry sneer: "My loving wife, the straight girl 
with all the inhibitions!"

Carol sensed the blood flushing hotly into her cheeks, a short-lived 
wave of apprehensive shame and guilt washing through her. My God, he 
had to know, but how? Had he seen her ... watched them from some 
voyeuristic advantage ... or was he still just stabbing out wildly? All 
right, it was his move! She'd be damned if she would make any open 
confessions!

"Just what am I supposed to feel guilty about, lord and master?" she 
threw at him, forcing the knife-like edge to her tone. "And correct me 
if I'm wrong, but I've been laboring under the impression that this 
swapping arrangement with the Keeles was to both our mutual advantage, 
and like all the others in the capitol, agreed on before hand. Or maybe 
it's just that I've suddenly blown my mind, eh ...?"

"Don't get cute with me, Carol," Jack flung sharply back at her. "And 
don't try to compare the old gang parties to a night with that 
lecherous sonofabitch! Christ, at least the capitol crowd were all 
friends our own age, and ... and the whole idea with them had been to 
strengthen our marriage, not to undermine it, or is my memory failing 
me!"

"God, something is failing you, I swear!" Carol replied, feeling a 
resurgence of confidence at his unhidable jealousy. He was floundering, 
flailing out wildly, blinded by his jaundiced eye, and as much as that 
usually did nice little things for her ego, this time it was almost 
nauseating to her. "And if you don't slow this damned car down, 
everything is going to be failing both of us! Please, Jack will you 
drive slower... please ...?"

He did, but subconsciously; her unexpected haughtiness had completely 
upset him. Christ, he'd handled it badly right from the beginning, 
instead of keeping silent as he'd planned. But maybe it wasn't too late 
for that treatment. She knew damned well he was plenty up-tight, and 
sooner or later she was going to conclude why, if she hadn't already. 
He could wait now; he'd planted the self-incriminating seeds.

Carol welcomed the end of their verbal barrage. The silence was 
soothing, even though the atmosphere between them was tensely strained. 
He'd been right about one thing, she thought as they drew closer to 
their apartment: there was no comparing her wanton performance with Max 
Keele to any other "swap" arrangements she had ever participated in. 
And she had no desire, as in the past, to discuss it with her husband, 
or work into the usual love-making with him to prove where their true 
affections really lie.

In fact, she felt no urge to try and smooth things. Let him stew in his 
jealousy; it might do him some good in the long run. Besides, in the 
wake of her absolute sensual fulfillment she felt like doing nothing 
but reveling in the physical satiation of her still tingling young 
body. The mere thought of sex now with Jack after the erotic, and 
excitably obscene session with Max, seemed like the chaser that 
followed a good stiff drink ... only to put out the fire and spoil the 
effect.

It wasn't that her love for Jack had lessened in the slightest; it was 
simply that the big handsome Penal Director had aroused in her an 
almost mesmerizing desire for his carnally salacious lovemaking. Dear 
God, what a licentious animal he was! No man had ever brought her such 
absolute physical enchantment, she realized, remembering how she had 
sucked his huge cock with eager voraciousness, until his raging hot 
sperm had squirted down her throat, the vivid memory alone sufficient 
to again send wild sensations of lustful incitement racing through her 
sensitive young loins and belly.

She had never done that before to any man ... couldn't bring herself to 
... not even to Jack, but there had been some unfathomable, lewdly 
compelling charisma this vilely wicked lecher emitted that she couldn't 
fight against, and God knows, she would do it again! She would ... she 
would! If only Jack possessed one fraction of Max's dynamic magnetism, 
what a success he would be! Yes ... and a measure of his animalism, too 
...!

God, she could hardly wait for night to come ... and the Spaxton 
meeting. She could only imagine the orgiastic acts indulged in, her 
lewd mental scenes adding fuel to the rekindling desire in her 
sensuously exhausted young body. If only it never had to end ...

*  *  *

Jack slept fitfully throughout the morning, finally awakening shortly 
after noon to see and feel the warmth of Carol's lushly curved 
nakedness beside him, contentedly relaxed in the throes of sleep. For a 
long moment he stared at her beautiful reposed face, the pangs of his 
jealousy creeping back over him. Her slightly parted, full ripe lips 
reminded him of the way they had been wrapped around Keele's huge cock 
and once more his gut knotted in vindictive bitterness. He let his eyes 
move hungrily down over her soft, sensually arousing contours which the 
silken sheet couldn't hide, but rather, enhanced as she lay there on 
her back, the thin material clinging provocatively to them. Damn her, 
why hadn't she confided in him ... told him the whole story as always? 
Had she been afraid of what he would say, or do? No ... no, he couldn't 
believe that. There was only one answer: she didn't want him to know 
... because she never wanted to do it to him! The bitch! For two-cents 
he'd climb right up on top of her and shove his cock right down her 
throat!

She stirred slightly and he felt his lips begin to tremble in his rage. 
He clenched his hands into fists and waited until he was certain that 
she slept once more, then he quietly climbed from the bed. No, he 
wasn't going to blow it all now! He could wait that much longer ... and 
then he'd have his sweet vengeance with all of its side-dishes in the 
bargain. First-things first, and number one on his list at that moment 
was a good stiff drink to help calm him, then he would take care of the 
rest ...

Sleep, baby, sleep! I think you're going to need it!



Chapter 9


Earlier, the Chief Matron had issued the five girls chosen to 
"entertain" at the Spaxton meeting their wardrobe for the evening ... a 
brief and sexy little mini-dress, nothing more with the exception of 
their shoes. When the ugly-faced Seybor returned to Jean's, Sandy's, 
and Carla Montez's shared cell where the other two girls, Dollie Malloy 
and Barbara Sayer, two attractive teenaged brunettes, had been made to 
join them, the five youthful beauties sat side by side facing one 
another on the edges of the small beds, their legs modestly held 
together to hide their pantieless young loins even from each other.

Minutes before the big woman's arrival, fifteen year old Dollie with 
fearful tears brimming in her dark-eyes had said: "Honest, I'm so 
scared I could scream! Doing it with a boy is one thing, but with old 
and fat men ... God!"

"Hey now, get hold of yourself, honey," lovely Carla Montez, an 
eighteen year old professional prostitute encouraged, slipping an arm 
around the younger girl beside her. "It's not all that bad in the first 
place, and in the second, you know the plans ..."

"Shhhh!" Jean cautioned, holding a finger to her pursed lips. "Seybor's 
got ears like a blood-hound's nose."

"Speaking of hounds, I wonder if that beautiful Kappy will be on hand 
to do his bit?" red-headed Sandy Jarvis put in with a little smile of 
anticipation.

Jean, too, felt a tiny ripple of excitement twinge in her belly at the 
mention of the great German shepherd, her cheeks flushing lightly at 
the memory of her first introduction to him. She turned her head, 
hoping the others hadn't noticed.

"I'll take him anytime to the rest of those lecherous old bastards," 
Carla replied, lighting a cigarette.

"Oh God!" the long, raven-haired Barbara Sayer, a sixteen year older 
exclaimed. "You mean ... w-we have to do it with a dog, too ...?"

"Oh, but what a dog, honey!" Carla said, rolling her big eyes and 
licking at her lips as she let out smoke from her lungs. "He'd put most 
men I've laid to shame ..."

"All right, let's go back over our plan," Jean interrupted. "We haven't 
much time left. Does everyone understand what they do ...?"

It was at that precise moment that Seybor had walked in on them, a 
coarse grin twisting her thick-lipped mouth as the girls immediately 
fell silent.

"Discussing the hot events to come, I presume," the Chief Matron 
luridly taunted in her raspy voice. "Well, some of you already know 
what it's about, and the other two are going to learn. Remember, you 
can either enjoy it or blow it. I'd advise you to play your cards right 
and make them happy, male and female; you might even do yourselves some 
good. I understand there's going to be some state big-wheels there, and 
they'll expect the right kind of "entertainment," eh? I've got your 
regular quota of "trip-tonic" here ... that is if you want it. It helps 
... if you know what I mean ..."

"We've decided that we don't need it," Jean said, looking directly into 
the big woman's ugly face.

"Yeah ...?" Seybor questioned in surprise. "Now listen, pussy-cat, you 
better not douse this show up if you know what's good for you ..."

"Don't worry, we're not fools, Seybor," Carla cut her short. "We know 
what's expected of us ... and what'll happen if we don't 'give our 
all', so as to speak, eh?"

The big matron's eyes narrowed as she leveled them on the attractive 
Latin girl. "You better give your all, Montez, if you know what's good 
for you. Otherwise, you're going to answer to me."

"And I can't think of anything more revolting than that, Seybor," the 
long-haired brunette replied with a sneer.

"Bitch!" Seybor hissed, venomously. "I'll get you yet ... wait and 
see!"

"Ugh!" Carla made a pretended gagging sound, followed by a nauseated 
contortion of her pretty face. "Better I should eat shit!"

The powerful matron's homely face flushed an angry red as she clenched 
her strong hands into fists in an effort to control her mounting rage. 
For a long and tensed moment silence hung heavy in the room, until Jean 
dared to break it.

"I-Isn't it about time we left for the Keele house?"

The big woman let off a hissing sigh, then nodded her head. "Okay ..., 
okay, Montez, I'll wait a little longer ... until you hang yourself. 
Meantime, on your feet, cunts.... it's time for the show to start ..."

*  *  *

Nervously, Carol Heath paced back and forth across the living room of 
their apartment, occasionally glancing at her watch, then walking to a 
mirror to primp at her hair or fidget with the black, cocktail mini 
garment she had chosen to wear. She felt quite naked actually, never 
having worn the low-cut dress without a bra before, but it seemed in 
keeping, under the circumstances. By the same token, she had decided 
against panties, her panty-hose seemingly sufficient, and the lack of 
these usual necessities snuggling against the softness of her young 
vagina gave rise to the little heated sensations fermenting in her 
belly.

God, she had no idea what had happened to Jack. She hadn't seen him 
since they'd exhaustedly climbed into bed that morning, and when she'd 
awakened late in the afternoon he was gone. His absence hadn't 
surprised her too much; there were things to be taken care of and she'd 
assumed he was doing that. But when he hadn't returned for dinner, she 
had begun to wonder, and now it was passed nine, the hour they were due 
at the Keeles. God, was it possible that his jealousy had gotten the 
better of him and he'd simply walked off ... maybe even left her? But 
... but he wouldn't do that ... would he ... under the circumstances 
... or would he? He'd been very angry with her, she realized, and all 
because she hadn't been willing to discuss their "party" as they always 
had in the past ... and yes, he was that jealous!

But nothing had really changed; she still loved him as much as ever, 
and she was certain that he loved her. Max Keele hadn't destroyed that, 
anymore than she felt sure that Maggie could never steal his love from 
her. It had simply been the lustful chemistry of it all, and even now 
she had only to review the wildly lewd events of the night before to 
start the licentiously tingling sensations racing through her still-
excited young body.

Damn him, why didn't he come? Again, she glanced at her watch. Angrily, 
she nibbled at the inner flesh of her upper lip. What if he had walked 
out on her? What would she do? Damn him ... damn him! Well, one thing 
she knew for certain that she was going to do, and that was go to this 
Spaxton meeting! Even if she had to call a taxi and go by herself! 
There was too much at stake now to let it all fall through! So ... if 
that's the way he wanted to play it, it was all right with her! To hell 
with you, Jack Heath! I'm not waiting another minute ...!

And she didn't!

*  *  *

Maggie Keele walked around the luxurious suite of their bedroom 
quarters completely naked, with Kappy following close behind her. She 
carried a scotch-soda in her hand and wore her softened, alluring 
smile. Dropping onto the expensive, fur-upholstered bench of her 
vanity, she turned to look at her dressing husband who was glancing out 
the large window overlooking the large circular drive. She said:

"Is it beginning to look like the governor's parking lot, darling?"

"Just about," Max replied without looking at her. "Chief Lannigan and 
Judge McGraw just arrived with their frumpy fraus."

"Have you seen the Heaths yet?"

"No. That's why I'm watching. It's almost nine-thirty," he said, a 
little ring of concern in ... his voice.

Maggie smiled at his broad back. "You liked that novice little pussy, 
eh daddy?"

He turned, offering her a lewd grin. "Enough so that I want to try it 
again."

"Sharingly tonight, remember," his wife taunted.

Max chuckled. "Listen, there's enough there and then some to go around, 
baby."

"Hmmmmm ... I might sample it myself, once things get into full swing," 
Maggie said, cupping her fully rounded white breasts from beneath and 
admiringly watching her own provocative reflection in the mirror. 
Caressingly, she trapped their wine-colored nipples between two fingers 
of each hand and erotically provoked them into swollen hardness. She 
caught sight of Kappy's deep-brown animal-eyes attentively watching and 
reached out to pat his massive head, another thought coming to mind. 
"Have the girls been brought over yet?" she questioned.

"Yeah, I saw Seybor ushering them in ... five of them," Max answered, 
applying brushes to the temples of his graying hair. "That ought to be 
enough to form the nucleus of some real sporting daisy-chains."

I want Jean Wilson for Kappy first," Maggie said, her onyx-eyes 
narrowing vindictively as she continued to massage the rounded white 
mounds of her firm, full breasts in the mirror. "That should get things 
off to a good start."

"You really have got it in for the poor kid, haven't you?" He shook his 
handsome head, mentally enumerating the lurid paces they had both put 
the luscious little blonde bitch and her husband through since he'd 
first forced Judge McGraw to place them in his home as servants. 
Actually, he doubted that the kids had been guilty of possessing pot, 
but once he'd eyed that tight, rounded young ass, there'd been nothing 
but lechery in his heart, and a hardened cock in his pants. And Christ, 
what a sweet fuck she'd been ... in fact, he might go a little piece of 
that again tonight in between Carol Heath and that red-headed Sandy 
Jarvis ...

I've got it in for a lot of people, darling, Maggie thought to herself 
as she continued to massage her breasts and the soft, satiny flesh of 
her belly and abdomen, feeling the silkiness of her dark pubic curls 
brushing against the edge of her slender hand. One of which is you, 
once I get my young lover-man trained ... and that isn't going to take 
long with that marvelous young cock of his ...

"What the hell is that stuff you doctored the drinks with tonight?" Max 
asked, interrupting her scheming thoughts.

"Pargyline, darling. I was given to understand that it's not fully 
developed as to all of its uses as yet, but supposedly it's far ahead 
of L-Dopa as an aphrodisiac. I promised our friend, Dr. Ganzza, that 
we'd give it a real test on the girls and guests tonight ... though I 
doubt that you or I will need any. Just be careful only to drink from 
the marked bottles."

Again, Max chuckled to himself. Leave it to Maggie to arouse the basest 
animal instincts in either a male or female. He had no idea what this 
Pargyline was, but he'd bet his ass it was effective to the nth degree, 
especially if that abortion machine, Ganzza, had anything to do with 
it. The bastard should've been drummed out of the human race years ago 
...

"Well, I'm going down and join the fray, Mrs. Keele," he said taking 
one last look at himself in the mirror. "I presume you'll make your 
regular dynamic appearance in due time?"

Maggie turned her alluring, if severely beautiful, smile on him. "Very 
shortly, darling. I have only to slip on my gown."

"I don't know why you bother," he said, grinning. "You won't have it on 
that long."

"Only so that some handsome young man like Jack Heath can take it off 
for me, lover," she sensually replied, still caressing her lush, white 
breasts. "A woman likes that, you know."

"Ill remember it," he said, walking toward the door. "And happy 
fucking, my dear."

"Likewise, I'm sure, darling ..."



Chapter 10


Jack Heath was not so drunk that he didn't know what he was doing, but 
he'd spent most of the afternoon wandering from bar to bar, and the 
last two hours in a neighborhood establishment not two blocks from the 
Keele home. Once he'd gotten the business at hand taken care of, his 
mind had refilled with the jealous rage that had been with him since 
witnessing Carol's wanton performance with Max Keele the night before. 
And the more he thought about it the angrier he became, drinking 
another and another with each increasing degree of rage, until on an 
empty stomach it was not long before he was staggeringly inebriated.

Still, he felt quite confident that he knew what he was doing, and that 
if he didn't stop he wouldn't be doing anything very long ... he'd pass 
out. Well, fuck that too! What difference did it make? Without Carol 
nothing mattered, and she'd blown their whole goddamned marriage by not 
coming clean with him that morning. The beautiful sweet bitch ... 
goddamn her ... sucking that lecher-bastard's cock and swallowing his 
filthy hot sperm right down into her soft belly ... his own little 
soft, white belly! The sluttish bitch! Christ, how he loved her! Why 
hadn't she come right out and told him, like always? He would've 
understood, but to try and hide it from him ... and after the tender 
way he had always treated her. Shit, he'd never forced her to do 
anything she didn't want to when they made love, and he'd insisted that 
none of the capitol gang ever take advantage of her either. Well, maybe 
that's where he'd made his mistake, eh? If he'd just socked it to her 
anyway he felt like, made her suck him, or anything else he could think 
of, it all might be different right now ... And maybe it wasn't too 
late for that, either!

With blurred eyes, he looked at his watch. Nine-thirty. All right, 
goddamnit, before he threw in the towel, one last try. He'd go back to 
the apartment and lay it on the line ... No, he'd just rip off his 
clothes and hers too, if she wasn't already in bed; then he'd have the 
whole goddamned thing out with her once and for all. No more pretended 
inhibitions! She was either going to be his wife or not, and there was 
no time like the present to find out!

Angrily, he stumbled from the bar into the street and hailed a cab. He 
couldn't remember now where he'd left his car, and that was just as 
well, he reasoned. He was too drunk to drive it anyway; besides, he 
didn't want to concentrate on anything but the wild fucking party he 
was going to revel in with that voluptuous blonde creature he called 
"wife" ... even if he had to beat the shit out of her first ...!

*  *  *

Having gone through the sordid experience once before, Jean Wilson was 
not surprised when Seybor led them into the Keele's rumpus room on the 
second floor of the mansion to where the so-called Spaxton meeting was 
taking place. The sight of the maze of naked, as well as near-naked, 
bodies in the soft light engaged in every form of obscene coupling and 
act imaginable, did not shock her as it had the first time, yet she 
couldn't deny the tight feeling of apprehensive fear gnawing at her 
insides.

Beside her, she saw the faces of both Barbara and Dollie blanch even in 
that faint light, and she reached out to give both of their trembling 
young hands a squeeze of encouragement. Then, before they had gone 
three more steps, Bige Lannigan, the deceitful Chief of Police, had 
barged forward to grab Sandy, running his big, fat hand lewdly up in 
under her tiny dress between her soft, white thighs.

"Come on, you little red-headed bitch!" he rasped foully as Sandy 
jerked with natural reflex to his abusing hand between her legs. 
"You're my sucking girl tonight, and I've got a loaded cock as hard as 
a lead weight! Come on, let's get over here where you can get at it 
...!"

Jean watched Sandy force her receptive little smile, knowing the 
revulsion her young friend had to be feeling, especially without the 
drugged effects of their usual "trip-tonic." God, she hoped she'd done 
the right thing by talking the girls out of taking it, but it was going 
to be necessary that they keep their wits if their plan was ever to 
work ... and this would be the only chance they would ever get if it 
didn't.

"Oh, my Dollie gasped, watching the fat police official leading Sandy 
willingly away. "I can't go through with it, Jean! I just can't ...!"

"Stop that talk!" Jean snapped at her. "You've got no choice, unless 
you want to be just raped anyway, and that, I promise you, would be 
horrible!"

"Well, how about a little drink, girls?" Max Keele's voice interrupted 
them, and simultaneously, they both felt his big, warm hands caressing 
their young, rounded buttocks through the sheer material of their 
short-skirted dresses

"Sounds fine to me," Carla put in. "I can see the good Judge McGraw 
eyeing me again, and a stiff belt is going to make his ancient tongue a 
lot more enticing in my pussy."

Max laughed outright. "That's the girl, Carla ... the way we like to 
hear you talk. Might just as well get at the heart of the problem, eh?"

"Might better," the Latin beauty smiled up into the big handsome face 
of the Director of Correction, the thought crossing Jean's mind that 
Carla wouldn't at all mind a romp with the powerful man.

"Come on, we'll go over to the bar first, then join the fun and games 
after," he said, leading them off through the scattered, occupied 
couches.

It was not until after they had welcomed their third concoction of a 
punch-drink which went down as easy as water, that Max Keele dispensed 
them like slaves to chosen middle-aged men, ordering lean alone to stay 
with him. At first, the lovely blonde teenager was of the impression 
that he was going to be her love-partner and being that she had already 
been exposed to his lustful methods, she was not wholly repulsed by the 
thought. At least, he was more desirable than the two fat, middle-aged 
senators who had lecherously whipped the reluctant Barbara and a near-
crying Dollie away ...

Then, two things happened. Maggie Keele made her dramatic entrance in 
white, billowing, see-through silk that brushed the floor, the massive 
German shepherd, Kappy at her side, while flanking her on the left, 
walked a strikingly voluptuous, strawberry-blonde wearing a contrasting 
black mini dress that did nothing but enhance her breathtaking curves. 
Max Keele saw them at the same time, and Jean had only to look at him 
to realize she'd guessed wrong. The girl who had entered with Maggie 
was obviously to be his chosen partner for the night.

Jean said nothing as the big man took her by the arm, walking her 
toward the newcomers, though a light wave of disappointment rippled 
through her, along with a sudden strange sensation that at first caused 
her a few seconds of giddiness this was followed immediately by a 
series of sensual fermentations in her young loins and belly ... 
tingling-like little spasms that she couldn't at all understand ...

"Her husband, Jack, hasn't arrived and Carol has no idea where he is," 
Maggie Keele said sharply, her dark onyx eyes almost glaring at her 
husband as if he were to blame.

"Oh ...? Well, maybe he'll show in a little while," Max replied, taking 
hold of Carol's arm while his steel-gray eyes lecherously devoured her 
youthful lowliness. "Why don't you and I go to the bar and have a 
drink, dear? I think my wife has some plans for this little doll beside 
me, don't you, Maggie?

Jean felt her stomach sink. Her pulse began to pound as she stared 
fearfully into the narrowed eyes of the white-gowned woman who had more 
then once displayed her wrathful hatred of her.

"Most definitely, I do!" the raven-haired Superintendent snapped. "Up 
front, Wilson ... on the fur-rug in the center of the room. I'm sure 
you remember, don't you?"

"Oh ... oh please, not that, Mrs. Keele ...?" Jean pleaded, even as she 
sensed a moistening dampness between her inner thighs which had 
unanswerably seeped from the warmly flushing lips of her vagina.

"Do as you're told, girl!" Maggie snapped, irascibly. "Don't be 
difficult. You know what happens to my incorrigibles, don't you? Well 
then, don't make me hand you over to Seybor. Now, up front ... my baby 
here feels the urge to exercise his animal-loins, don't you, darling?"

"Oh ... oh God ...," Jean moaned despairingly as Maggie caught her 
roughly by the arm and led her to the center of the room.

"Wh-What is she going to do to that girl?" Carol half choked, not yet 
quite able to comprehend the absolute lascivious performance going on 
all around her, say nothing of what she feared was about to take place 
between the lovely young blonde girl and the massive German shepherd 
Maggie had called her baby!

"You'll see, honey," Max said with a lewd little chuckle. "Meantime, 
let's get a pitcher of punch and take a ringside couch. You won't want 
to miss a minute of this show ..."

Carol stood as if frozen in a sudden benumbed shock, watching Maggie 
Keele stripping the dress from the helpless girl to reveal her young 
curvaceous body in all of its whitely shimmering nakedness. She was 
unaware that Max had left her to go to the bar ... unaware of anything 
at that moment but the obvious plight of the beautiful blonde girl 
whose amber-flecked green eyes had suddenly taken on an almost glazed 
effect ... as if she hardly knew what she was doing, or what was being 
done to her. And then, Maggie was ordering her down onto all fours, and 
finally her head lowered until her full, young breasts flattened 
against the fur-rug, her rounded white buttocks obscenely raised with 
shapely thighs spread wide apart ...

"Now, Kappy ... she's yours! Fuck, baby, fuck!" Carol heard Maggie 
command the great animal, and then Max was beside her again, taking her 
arm and leading her toward their ringside couch ...

Whatever in God's world had suddenly come over her, Jean had not the 
remotest idea, except that suddenly she was near intoxicated with 
lustful anticipation in her drink befogged world. "Oh God," she thought 
helplessly, "I shouldn't have taken it!" She felt the cool breath of 
air bathing the smooth crevice separating the whiteness of her 
licentiously splayed buttocks, brushing over the tiny raised circle of 
her slightly puckered anus and taunting the raw, glistening strip of 
hot flesh between her now vibrantly flushed cunt-lips. Her swelling 
young breasts tingled wildly as she purposefully caressed their 
sensitive hardness against the soft fur-rug. Oh God ... why didn't they 
make him do it to her ... now ... now! Her brain reeled, unfathomably. 
Yes, she wanted it now ...!

And then, she felt something cold and wet abruptly brushing against the 
lewdly exposed smooth crevice separating her spread white buttocks, 
finally moving downward toward the moistened, flowered-open flesh 
between her involuntarily palpitating vaginal lips. Reflexively, she 
stiffened and jerked at the wet spasmodic touches against her 
sensitively aroused genitals. Then, as the long animal-tongue snaked 
out to lick wetly up and down the soft trembling ass-crevice 
surrounding the tiny pink hole of her rectum, Jean breathed a gasping 
sigh of drugged anticipation, a salacious thrill of delight rippling 
through her voluptuously naked body.

Carol was hardly conscious of Max Keele's strong arm encircling her 
waist, its big powerful hand cupping the almost naked fullness of one 
breast, while his other rested hotly on her thigh below her skirt. She 
was too awe-struck by the overwhelmingly licentious orgies going on 
around her. Not even in her wildest imaginations had she visualized 
such debauchery ... middle-aged women with their lust-contorted faces 
buried obscenely in the open loins of one another ... young helpless 
girls from the Home sucking the hardened penises of lecherous old men, 
while another fucked into them from behind ... and most shocking of 
all, the poor defenseless girl not six feet in front of her who had 
been forced into her absolutely beastial position before the massive 
dog that had begun to ruttishly lick at her nudely vulnerable young 
loins.

Dear God! What had she foolishly let herself in for ... and without 
Jack there to help her? Th-This was no ordinary little "swap" party; 
she was in the midst of a whole group of debauched sex maniacs"

Dry mouthed, she eagerly gulped from the glass of sweet-tasting punch 
in her hand, half emptying it as she gaped at the unbelievably lewd 
reactions of the obviously drugged girl bent slave-like on the floor in 
front of her. She was waggling her upraised young buttocks 
uncontrollably back as the massive animal's wet tongue-tip burrowed for 
a moment at the tiny puckered opening of her pink anus, then, the long 
length of hot animal flesh began to lap greedily at the splayed, coral 
mouth of her moistly glistening pussy. The girl's breath seemed to 
catch excitedly in her throat to the fluid tonguing of her Bushed 
loins, laving from the raisin-like lips of her tiny little anal-hole 
down over the ragged pink edges of her desire-swollen cunt, reaching to 
the tiny, pulsing bud of her erect clitoris.

An unheralded sensation of sympathetic excitement rippled through 
Carol's sensuous loins and belly at the erotically stimulating sight, 
and for a brief moment she felt her head swim giddily ... this followed 
by another series of throbbing sensations in her belly and slowly 
moistening vagina. My God, was the utterly obscene spectacle taking 
place before her uncontrollably kindling her own desires? Oh God, she 
had to get out of there ... before it was too late ...!

But then, once more she was captivatingly spellbound as the obscenely 
bent girl gasped out to the thick lingual member spreading through her 
velvety wet vaginal flesh like a keenly honed blade through soft warm 
butter. Relentlessly it raved between her licentiously spread thighs 
and buttocks, until suddenly she reached back with both hands to 
luridly pull open her lush young ass-cheeks. Another series of small 
tingling sparks raced through Carol's aroused belly and loins as she 
watched the animal's hot, wet tongue move to the advantage, plunging 
only occasionally with thrusting, lust-whetting curls into the 
quivering, liquid mouth of the kneeling blonde's pinkly seething 
vaginal hole.

"Ever see anything like that, Carol baby?" Max Keele whispered luridly 
into her ear, at the same time massaging and kneading the rounded full 
mound of her firm breast until the tiny nipple was swollen into a 
tingling hardness. "Wouldn't you like to have your hot, little pussy 
licked and sucked like that, eh?"

"Oh ... oh God, Max ... don't, please ...?" she gasped, reaching down 
to stop his big, hot hand that was sliding upward along the sensitive 
inner-flesh of her nylon-covered thigh. "I-I must leave ... I-I don't 
know why I came here without Jack ..."

Her unexpected statements took the handsome Director by complete 
surprise and for a few seconds he could only stare at her. At first, he 
thought she was merely teasing him, but then he read the expression of 
shocked fear on her face and in her rapidly glazing eyes, and the 
inevitable feeling of sadistic lust charged through him.

He grinned lewdly at her. "Going to play the reluctant cunt again with 
me tonight, eh baby? Well, that ought to make it interesting," he half-
sneered, forcing his big hand all the way up between her hot, soft 
thighs to the puffy little mound of dampened flesh at their apex, 
feeling the moisture that had secreted from her drug incited pussy-lips 
to saturate the sheer material of her panty-hose. He heard her 
unrestrainable gasp of mounting desire as he clutched at the thinly 
protected, hair-covered flesh of her soft, sensitive cunt and he 
chuckled lecherously. "You want to get naked for me, baby ... or would 
you rather that I ripped them off you?"

"No ... oh no ... please!" Carol cried, as her brain whirled dizzily in 
a mixture of wildly building arousal and confused fear ... and then she 
was fighting him, twisting, kicking, scratching, until for one brief 
moment she had squirmed free! She staggered, tried to run, but her feet 
went out from under her ... and then hands were on her ... all over 
her, ripping and pulling at her few clothes ... until at last she was 
naked and being forced onto the fur-rug beside the blonde young girl 
who was obscenely positioned before the massive German shepherd!

"Christ! Let me at that beautiful bitch, Max!" Carol vaguely heard a 
foul male voice rasp. "What a fuck she ought to make! Who is she, 
anyway?

"She's private property right now, Lannigan, and hands off until I say 
so!" Max replied sharply. "Just keep fucking your little red-head until 
I call you."

"Seeing that her chicken-husband stood me up, I want a piece of her 
too, darling!" Carol heard Maggie's unmistakable voice demand. "A 
little vengeance might serve to pacify me."

"Okay, okay ... but wait until I get into the wildcat bitch," Max 
snarled angrily. "I'm going to teach her that it doesn't pay to renege 
on a Spaxton ..."

Carol was breathing heavily in the wake of her fear-filled struggling 
when she saw the now naked body of Max Keele lie down on the rug beside 
her to stretch out on his back, his long, thickly hardened penis poling 
upward menacingly from his hairy loins. She gaped at its huge, heavy 
veined thickness with the same mixture of emotions racing through her 
befogging brain, frightened apprehension. Yet, she was experiencing 
undeniable sensuous incitement, while hazily she wondered how on earth 
she had ever gotten the massive thing into her mouth the night before.

She lay sandwiched between the blonde teenager on all fours whose low, 
sensuous moans of passion were filling the room from the licking tongue 
of the German shepherd, and the powerful naked body of Max Keele, until 
suddenly the big Director reached over, grabbing her by the waist and 
lifting her on top of him as if she were weightless.

"Oh ... oh God, don't ... don't!" she gasped when he forced her to 
straddle him, placing the soft whiteness of her widespread buttocks on 
top of his hairy loins, the solid hardness of his thick cock splaying 
open the sensitive moistened lips of her tinglingly flushed pussy.

"Reach down between your legs and put it in, bitch!" Max snarled, 
clutching cruelly at the full thrusting mounds of her rounded white 
breasts to squeeze and knead their resilient satiny flesh with painful 
pressure. "Put it in or I'll squeeze them 'til they burst!"

"Oh please ... my God!" Carol winced from the sadistic agony, quickly 
raising her hips and grasping his hot, thickened rod of hardness to 
slip back the heavy foreskin, then insinuating its huge mushroomed head 
into the wet, glistening crevice between her wide-spread thighs, until 
its tip was pressing hotly up into the mouth of her vaginal passage.

"Okay, baby ... get ready for the fucking of your life!" he snarled, 
suddenly releasing her breasts to grasp at the soft flesh of her curved 
hips, forcing her yielding white buttocks downward onto his cock at the 
same time as he arched his hips from the floor, thrusting the long, hot 
length of solidly swollen genital flesh up into her resistant wet 
cuntal channel.

"Aaaaauuuggghhhhh! Ooooohhhhhhh dear Godddddddd!" the voluptuous 
strawberry-blonde girl wailed, jerking convulsively from the erotically 
painful shock of his huge cock smashing into her belly, sending forth 
rippling little waves of wetly pink vaginal flesh before it. Ooohhhh 
God!!! she was filled like a pregnant cow, she ridiculously compared 
amidst the array of scintillating explosions of torment flitting 
crazily through her benumbed brain, feeling the almost inhuman thing 
throbbing and flexing inside her, smoothing out every crevice and inner 
secret fold she might have had! She hardly dared to breathe! Pain 
stabbed from her toes to her scalp, but more intensely from her knees 
to her buttocks and through her loins and belly. God, he had split her 
... torn something, she was certain!

Her pussy was trying desperately to adjust ... if that were possible 
... and then, once more an unreasonable measure of fired sensuality 
raced through her without rhyme or reason, and she began tossing her 
head back and forth, her long hair flailing wildly around her 
shoulders, her full white breasts quivering and swaying as she clenched 
her eyes shut at the swirling sea of leering faces now watching them.

Besides her, the maddening and lascivious desire racing through Jean 
Wilson carnally raging young body was about to drive her out of her 
drugged mind! Oh God ... yes ... yes ... she wanted to be fucked so 
badly ... had to be by someone ... something! Oh, she had to have a 
cock inside her hungrily waiting vagina to quell the passionate fire 
burning there or she'd go insane! Then ... she felt him mount her, the 
strong fore-legs gripping at her softly rounded white hips, and the tip 
of something hot, wet and hard probing damply back between her full, 
tingly thighs, searching for her quivering vaginal mouth, and the 
ecstasy she knew it would bring saturated her now lust charged brain.

With a deep passionate moan, Jean squirmed the twin ovals of her white, 
upthrusted buttocks in little searching circles, attempting to capture 
the wet, phallic hardness, the salacity of her own wanton movements 
building the tension within her to a near unbearable peak. God, she had 
to have it, her mind screamed, reaching frantically back through the 
arch of her thighs and loins to grasp the dripping, rubbery spear of 
hot, hard animal-flesh and guide its throbbing tip toward her moistened 
cunt mouth. Oh Yes ... yes ... yes, she thought in her drugged haze.

Immediately, Kappy thrust, expanding the wetly receptive channel of her 
seething pussy wider and wider as with a whimper the powerful dog 
buried his long, thickening animal-cock deep up into the hotly 
squirming hole up between her lushly spread thighs!

"Oooohhhhh ... ooohhhhh ...!" Jean sighed gutturally, her breath 
exploding from her lungs. "Oooohhh sweeeet Goddddd!"

"Hot damn!" a rolly-polly senator from the state capitol cursed, his 
length of thick, middle-aged cock swaying like a wagon-tongue as he 
moved around to the side, shoving others out of the way to get a better 
view. Shit, he'd seen a lot of wild fuck shows in his time, but nothing 
to match this! He gaped in licentious fascination as the long, scarlet 
dog-cock slithered into the breathtakingly built young teenager with a 
wet sluicing thrust until it was sunk in her tight young cunt-hole to 
the hilt, the handsome beast's sperm-bloated testicles swinging with a 
flat smocking sound down against the dampness of her golden pubic 
curls.

"Ooohhhh ... ooohhh God, yessss! Fuck me good ... please ... please 
...!" Jean moaned, conscious for a moment in her clouded brain that her 
lover was the magnificent dog, Kappy, the same beautiful animal who had 
brought her such bliss before, the forbidden salacious thought alone 
adding unbelievable fuel to her intensively rising desire. "Ooohhh ... 
fuck it good ... fuck it good!!!" she cried out thickly, her eyes wide 
and glazed as the great animal, as though sensing her intense need, 
began to fuck rhythmically into her from behind, while in ecstatic 
relief she began to squirm backward with her open cunt to meet the 
powerfully long strokes.

The senator stared in awed lust, uncontrollably stroking his own aching 
thick cock while he watched the teenaged girl's contorted, beautiful 
face, completely enraptured by the fierce animal-fucking the powerful 
dog was giving her. He found himself keeping tempo with his pumping 
fist to the brute's ever-thickening cock skewering deeper and deeper 
into her from behind. The great animal's savage, muscular body battered 
and thudded resoundingly between her wide-spread young ass-cheeks, his 
huge cock a merciless piston of glistening, rigid brute-flesh sinking 
to its full length deep into the soft confines of her quivering white 
belly. Lewdly, she rotated her smoothly curved hips and lush buttocks 
with a fury, grinding them back against the German shepherd fucking 
into her like a mongrel bitch in heat!

Christ, he couldn't stand just to watch it any longer! He had to worm 
his throbbing thick cock into her somewhere before his sperm-bloated 
balls burst, he reasoned licentiously, moving in front of her to drop 
to his knees, then entangling his pudgy hand in her long, honey-blonde 
hair to force her head upright!

And like the obscenely performing teenager beside her who was wantonly 
giving her curvaceous young naked body to the handsome animal fucking 
wildly into her from behind, Carol Heath sensed all moral restraints 
and powers of physical control gradually eluding her. Even the first 
sharp agonies of pain she had suffered from the long, thick cock 
fucking upward into her now intensively seething vagina had rapidly 
diminished. Nothing mattered anymore but the enrapturing sensations 
this vile man's huge rod of fleshy hardness was bringing her. Yet, she 
still had her basic wits about her ... knew where she was and that the 
naked, lecherous man lying beneath her on his back between her 
widespread, thighs and plunging his wonderful hot length of rigid 
genital sinew up into her from below was Max Keele. But as well did she 
know that she lacked the strength of purpose to any longer fight him, 
or the blissfully carnal delights he was firing within her.

There had been something in the drink ... the punch, she dimly 
reasoned, and the lovely thrashing girl being lucked from behind by the 
huge dog beside her had obviously been given it, too ... perhaps 
everyone present by the looks of the obscenely debauched orgies taking 
place around her. But what did it matter? Nothing mattered only the 
long, thick cock fucking magnificently up into her burning cunt! 
Nothing! Nothing!

In his ever-mounting sadistic lust, Max Keele was well aware of the 
moment when Maggie's Pargyline-spiked punch took its full effect on the 
luscious bitch straddling him. She began to smile almost pleadingly 
down at him, at the same moment clenching her hotly working buttocks 
tightly to her own advantage as she began to ride rhythmically up and 
down his thick length of throbbing cock. He could feel the added 
secretions of her lubricating, passion-fluids from the velvety walls of 
her hot vagina bathing his rock-like hardness warmly, the tight sheath 
swallowing up every fraction of it with a muscularly sucking action 
that pulled at the very lining of his cum-inflated balls. Cruelly, he 
reached up and squeezed at her swollen, pink-nippled breasts again, the 
smooth, resilient white flesh oozing between his fingers like spongy 
putty, while she worked her lush, fully rounded buttocks furiously up 
and down, her wildly aroused cunt threatening to eat his cock alive ... 
devour him in its desperately sucking passion!

Christ, what a hot little fucking machine the drug had turned her into! 
He raised his head to better see, his lecherous steel-gray eyes gaping 
at his huge, glistening cock pushing and pulling at the pink, ragged 
lips of the wet, hair-lined pussy between her straddling white thighs, 
the tiny coral petals of its moist, inner lips clasping hungrily around 
the glistening shaft as it disappeared deep up into the carnivorously 
biting hole ... thank God it didn't have teeth!

And then, as he lie there, the twin long shapely columns of his 
Maggie's spread, ivory-white legs came into view above and on either 
side of his head and he glanced upward at the lustfully charging sight 
... It was a bird's eye view he had of her smooth-white, perfectly 
ovaled buttocks and the pouting little lips of her raven-haired cunt 
with its thin ribbon of moistened, pink cuntal flesh splitting them. He 
watched as she moved forward toward Carol, until she was standing 
astride his stomach, her wetly seeping loins on a level with the 
passion-blinded girl's lovely face. He saw Carol look up at her with 
lust-glazed eyes, then at the moistened cunt in front of her which 
Maggie was lewdly spreading open with slender fingers, arching her 
curved white hips obscenely forward toward her lips.

"Lick it, Carol honey!" Maggie hissed salaciously. "Run that tiny pink 
tongue right up through my hot little cunt while Max is fucking you! 
Hurry, baby ... don't be afraid, your husband has fucked it! Lick it 
all over!"

Even though mixed emotions of momentary shame and repugnance raced 
through her at the voluptuously naked older woman's words, Carol knew 
that she could not turn away from the lustfully inciting cunt that was 
moving closer and closer toward her waiting, tongue-moistened lips. 
Wild sensations of increasing passion saturated her insanely aroused 
young body as she slowed her furious up and down motions onto Max's 
hotly throbbing cock and began a greedy little grinding movement with 
her hips and buttocks, then leaned her excited face toward Maggie's 
lewdly presented loins.

Eagerly, Maggie stared down at the almost golden crown of the girl's 
head, moving her hands away from her loins as Carol nestled her face 
into the warm curl-fringed hollow of her open thighs. Immediately, 
Maggie was filled with wild, lecherous sensations that danced and 
rippled like wildfire through her belly as she felt soft, hungrily 
nibbling little kisses along the hot, tingling flesh of her inner 
thighs ... felt the warm puffs of panting breaths ... and then, the 
magic wet contact of Carol's tongue licking the soft, hair-lined cleft 
of her pussy crevice as if experimentally ... licking in long grazing 
strokes that grew more and more bold ... from the bottom to the top, 
not entering, but causing her to thrust her naked cunt forward with 
each tantalizing up-lick of tongue against her sensitive vaginal lips.

The raven-haired superintendent felt her clitoris quivering in its 
hardness and knew that it was erotically throbbing out now from her 
open cunt lips, enjoying the first stab of sensual bliss as the tiny 
pink tongue grazed it. She expelled her breath with a slight hissing 
sound, pressing her pelvis horridly forward, while Carol growing 
braver, eased her tongue inside the folds of hot, wet cunt to lick 
upward from her vaginal mouth ... upward toward the tiny bud of her 
tingling clitoris ... Maggie's breath caught in her throat, then 
exhaled sharply at the wantonly delicious contact.

Carol, whose own gyrating, cock-filled young pussy, was a raging 
inferno of continually building sexual sensations at the unexplainable 
and uncontrollable lustful desires filling her, hungrily pressed her 
lush lips closer, separating the soft, fleshy, hair-covered outer folds 
of Max's wife's passion-drenched pussy. At the same time she reached up 
with both hands to lewdly caress the lecherous woman's firmly rounded, 
erect full breasts, while her mouth became ravenous in its newly 
discovered delight.

To Maggie, it became open and hot, nothing but tongue invading her 
seething, moist cunt, nothing but tongue lashing at her tiny erect 
clitoris, tongue everywhere in her wildly palpitating pussy that was 
wet with the passion-released juices blended with the girl's excited 
saliva. Her tiny pink tongue flicked and fluttered lizard-like up into 
it as it swirled wildly up into her searing vagina and then returned 
again and again to her hotly quivering little clitoral bud ...

*  *  *

Only a moment before, Jean had breathed a moan of bliss from her ripe 
young lips, while she moved in cadence backwards to meet Kappy's 
panting superb thrusts into her steaming teenaged cunt. She felt his 
forelegs clinging to her satiny smooth white hips like furry arms, and 
she wantonly undulated her voluptuously naked body, rotating the 
resilient fleshy mounds of her ovaled buttocks in tiny licentious 
circles, giving herself fully to the obscenely erotic delight of the 
beautiful fucking her animal-lover was savagely humping into her from 
the rear.

Though vaguely she realized that there was something pressing that she 
must do, she would not ... could not ... let her brain dwell on it. 
Nothing else in the entire world mattered but the absolutely fantastic 
carnal rapture filling her. In her mind-twisting lust, she wished their 
was someway she could watch his marvelous, pleasure-bringing dog-cock 
disappearing inside her hotly clasping, wet cunt, but she could only 
visualize the sordidly forbidden scene. The mere thought of their 
wickedly unnatural coupling set salacious and masochistic exultation 
soaring through her sensually inflamed young flesh ...!

It was at that moment her head was painfully jerked erect and through 
lust-glazed eyes Jean saw the exposed hairy loins and long, thickly 
hardened cock poling out toward her face, its sperm-bloated testicles 
beneath swaying lewdly as the obese, bald-headed senator kneed in 
closer to her.

"Suck it, baby-doll!" the fat, middle-aged man hissed in a lewdly 
excited rasp. "Come on, kid, open those pretty lips and suck the cum 
juice right out of it! Do it ...!

Jean didn't hesitate. It was the added debased depravity she needed to 
satiate her brain-warped passion, and eagerly she opened her lushly 
moistened lips, licking out with her tiny pink tongue first, bringing 
it into warm wet contact with the smooth, rubbery tip while he held it 
for her, pulling back the thick foreskin to expose the glistening, 
blood-filled head. Excitedly, Jean swirled her hot little tongue over 
the pulsing, velvety flesh, causing the lecherous politician to twist 
and jerk, until her tongue-tip found the thin little, pre-cum seeping 
split at its end and wiggled hungrily into it!

The pungently sweet taste from the tiny droplets of oozing seminal 
fluid fired new, more intense ripples of lascivious pleasure to course 
through her, and her nostrils flared wantonly. With her young slender 
hand, she smoothed it along the swollen shaft of blood-heated hardness 
to the satiny flesh at its thick base, then downward to his sperm-
bloated balls, drawing her nails beneath them before weighing them in 
her soft palm. With her other hand she worked his foreskin lewdly back 
and forth, finally peeling it until the ponderous head stood out sleek 
and naked once more, and she slid her moist ovaled lips onto it 
hungrily, encompassing the glistening, spongy knob inside the hot 
liquid shelter, letting it slide the full length of her tiny tongue as 
she began to suck greedily and shamelessly at it.

The senator gasped loudly, unaware of the sea of faces that had closed 
in to watch, dropping to their knees to stroke and finger their own 
salaciously exposed genitals while Kappy lucked her from behind like a 
programmed machine, and she whorishly sucked at his aching, swollen 
hardness. He stared lustfully as the young blonde's soft encircling 
lips clasping in abandoned greed around his thick, pulsating rod of 
aching flesh fucking forward into her beautiful teenaged face. He 
gasped excitedly and began to rhythmically fuck her widely ovaled young 
mouth, watching her desire-twisted expressions, while simultaneously 
the German shepherd skewered viciously into her wet, pink cunt from 
behind. She'd taken both little hands to cup and squeeze his screaming 
balls and looking down at her cock filled face he could see the thick, 
white fluid beginning to dribble salaciously from the corners of her 
lipsticked mouth in tiny lurid rivulets, a masochistic little gleam 
brightly glowing in her desire befogged eyes.

Jean was lost in the raging of her ungovernable passion, lost to every 
sense of her surroundings, conscious only of the increased vigor to the 
splendid animal thrusts pounding from behind into the remotest parts of 
her inflamed young cunt, and the heavy naked loins crushing up tighter 
and tighter against her face. She could feel the long, thick cock that 
was fucking so licentiously into her mouth begin tensing in forceful, 
trembling spasms and the hand pressed tight behind her head gripping 
harder and harder. His fat, hairy pelvis closed in on her until she 
felt certain he was trying to drive his hardened penis down her throat 
to meet Kappy's expanding animal hardness pummeling far up into her 
soft, quaking white belly from behind. That exaggerated thought by 
itself drove her wildly on.

God, she wanted him to shoot his hot male sperm into her mouth ... to 
swallow the hot, squirting cum and taste it as it gushed lewdly down 
her throat! Then, suddenly, she sensed his blood-engorged hardness 
swelling and jerking spasmodically in her mouth and sucked with renewed 
madness!

It burst! She heard him curse, while his spurting, convulsing cock 
spewed quick hot jets of the white, pungent liquid into her voraciously 
extracting throat, her beautifully complected cheeks ballooning and 
contracting in masochistic lust as she swallowed in hungry, desperate 
gulps, fastening her lush, red-rimmed lips tightly around the jerking 
organ, fearful of losing the tiniest drop of the hot, precious liquid. 
Yet, as hard as she tried, she sensed the thin rivulets of his jism 
seeping lewdly from the corners of her mouth in tiny escaping trickles. 
Then, his entire frame went limp before the fierceness of her oral 
assault, his shrinking cock slithering lifelessly from her still 
greedily drinking mouth ...

Jean whimpered aloud then in a distraught sense of denied fulfillment 
... until there was another thrusting length of hardened cock suddenly 
working its way between her open desire-slackened lips, and she sucked 
it in deeply, pulling at it with unfathomable hunger, until finally it, 
too, squirted its sweet reservoir of liquid passion down her insanely 
gulping throat.

One after another they came, smiling in anticipation and dropping on 
their knees in front of her beautiful young drug-slackened face to 
shove their impatiently waiting rods of hardened penile flesh between 
her sperm-coated lips. Behind her, the massive Kappy, his long hairy 
paws locked tightly around the whiteness of her nakedly grinding hips, 
continued to fuck furiously into her tightly clenched cunt, driving her 
own dynamic moment of climax almost, but not quite, to the very brink. 
The nakedly bucking young blonde hung suspended helplessly in 
passionate frustration, unable yet to tumble into the enrapturing chasm 
of orgiastic completion ...!



Chapter 11


It was no task to gain entrance into the Keele mansion for Jack Heath, 
once he'd shaken off the worst of his drunkenness, and not finding his 
young wife, Carol, at home had served to do that. Quickly, the sudden 
realization that she had gone on to the Spaxton meeting without him 
dawned in his alcohol stupored brain, and with an abrupt sinking 
sensation gripping at his guts, he'd half staggered from the apartment 
to hail another cab.

No one had answered his ring, so he'd opened the door and walked in, 
rapidly moving through the rooms of the first floor before going to the 
second ... and it was there that he found them in all of their nakedly 
obscene glory!

At first, he couldn't believe the incredible spectacle that met his 
eyes wherever he looked! Christ, not that he was any angel, but the 
utterly depraved orgy struck him like a solid blow to the mid-section! 
Then, in the center of the dimly lit room where a more brilliant glow 
of light played, he saw a naked blonde girl on her hands and knees, her 
perspiration covered young body kneeling slavishly before a huge dog 
that was actually fucking her from behind, while she sucked an older 
man's cock who was kneeling in front of her face!

Christ, it was his wife, Carol, he thought momentarily, beginning to 
thread his way between the couches and licentious entanglements of 
naked flesh lying everywhere! But as he drew closer, he realized that 
he was mistaken ... it wasn't his wife ... still, he couldn't take his 
eyes from the absolutely perverted scene!

He caught hold of a couch-back, ignoring the naked couple who were 
fucking frenziedly on it, and gaped in unbelievable awe as the middle-
aged man whose cock the girl was sucking began to shudder violently, 
and Jack knew he was shooting his full load of sperm into her young, 
feverishly sucking mouth and throat. Finally he fell away, sticky 
strings of his white, viscid jism stretching from her sperm-coated lips 
to his thick, slowly deflating cock! Abruptly, another older hulk of 
nakedness moved in to take his place.

The girl moaned out then, whimpering wailingly in a thick, frustrated, 
unreal voice as she clutched at her new lecherous assailant, eagerly 
grasping his long, thick rod of swollen cock-flesh to thrust back its 
foreskin and hungrily plunge it into her young mouth, taking damned 
near all of its whitely glistening length right down into her throat 
until only a narrow circle near his balls remained visible!

Awe-struck by the unimaginable, perverted debauchery, Jack momentarily 
forgot his reason for being there and stared with gaping eyes, his own 
cock lurching uncontrollably inside his pants at the massive dog's 
tongue dancing rhythmically from its mouths while it fucked into the 
voluptuous, obscenely bent-over girls wet, pink cunt, her beautiful 
white ass grinding back in wanton degeneracy. Saliva dripped from the 
long, lingual member onto the coated film of perspiration covering the 
white hollow of her smooth, slender waist. She groaned around the 
length of huge hardness sucked into her throat, at the same time 
ramming deliriously backwards onto the long, thick animal-cock, and 
Jack reasoned that she was straining desperately for her orgasm.

Almost immediately, the naked hulk whose cock the girl was sucking 
blurted out an oath, his heavy frame convulsing as he began to empty 
his balls into the insanely sucking girl's mouth. It was then that Jack 
heard her begin to utter meaningful whimpers, and as the man slithered 
back away from her, she raised her lovely head and gasped out.

"Oooohhhh ... oooohhhh God ... I-I'm cuuuummmmmmiinnnggggg ...!"

Her voice died into a strangled chant of sob and sigh, her head 
twisting from side to side, her long honey-blonde hair flailing wildly 
as she began the first obvious spasms of orgasm, screwing her white 
smoothly rounded buttocks back hard onto the driving animal-cock with 
abandoned fury.

Jack gaped open-mouthed at the lust-inciting performance, watching the 
animal's tongue hanging loosely from the mouth of its great head, 
panting and dripping its saliva onto the satin-like, creamy flesh of 
her back while he lucked into the hungrily undulating young buttocks 
with beastial frenzy.

The girl shrieked again, slamming her lusciously curved asscheeks back 
against the furiously pumping dog with a frantic jerk as 
simultaneously, the brute rammed forward and his cock began to spew, in 
long hard spurts, its load of hot animal-sperm deep up into the hidden 
recesses of her soft white belly. Again, she screamed, her orgasm 
tautened buttocks beginning to contract convulsively while Jack gaped 
at the lewd combination of viscid, human-animal cum exploding from the 
lips of her young tight cunt. Hungrily, the thin, blondely bearded lips 
clasped and squeezed like a warmly oiled rubber-gloved hand around the 
dog's thick cock, tiny rivers of the sticky fluid trickling down the 
smooth white columns of her satin-skinned inner thighs ... until at 
last, she collapsed, falling forward, satiated and only half-conscious 
onto her face ... and it was then that he saw his Carol!

*  *  *

When Maggie spotted Jack Heath staggering toward their three-way little 
orgy, she reluctantly pressed his young wife's hungrily licking mouth 
from the hotly palpitating crevice between her spread legs and moved 
toward the angry-eyed, approaching husband. He was obviously drunk, she 
quickly deduced as she walked smilingly toward him in all of her naked 
splendor ... and he looked like trouble!

"I knew you'd come, darling," she said, slipping her arms around his 
neck and pressing her curvaceously exposed loveliness tightly against 
him.

"Wh-What ...?" he stammered numbly, looking beyond her toward his 
beautiful young wife who was wantonly straddling Max Keele, her naked, 
white buttocks beginning again to work furiously up and down over him, 
her gilded, hair-fringed pussy eagerly swallowing his huge, glistening 
cock to the hilt. "Jesus Christ! That's my wife ...!

"Why, of course it is, darling ... she and Max, and I've been waiting 
for you. Where have you been?" She kissed him then. "Mmmmm ... my 
pussy's so hot for your big beautiful cock, baby ..."

"Oh Christ ..." he groaned jealously. "Look at her fuck back at him, 
the bitch!"

"Why, Jack darling, do I sense little green-eyed monsters riding on 
your shoulders?" Maggie taunted, surprised, but certain she had touched 
at the crux of his anger.

"Oh Christ ... I don't know, Maggie," he managed, unable to take his 
eyes from Carol's salaciously writhing and perspiring nakedness as she 
wildly fucked Max Keele's long, thick-veined cock up into her heaving 
white belly. "All that I do know is that I want to get even with her 
...

"For what, darling?"

"Never mind what. I just want to even the score, is all ...!"

A maddeningly exciting thought raced through the secretly smiling woman 
at that point and she said: "All right, lover ... let's just do that. 
Come on, get naked with me and I'll show you some lovely little 
gimmicks."

Jack stared at her, then back at the licentiously provoking spectacle 
in the center of the floor, reacting blindly. He couldn't take anymore. 
Watching his voluptuous young wife fucking her cunt wantonly down onto 
Keele's thick, wetly glistening cock felt in his mind as if she had 
swallowed up his own that had grown into a aching hardness ... except 
that he wasn't getting any of the benefits from it. Suddenly, he began 
tearing at his clothes, while Maggie Keele slowly knelt before him, 
sitting back on her heels, watching in excited anticipation as he 
angrily shed his things, her eyes locking on the long, thick length of 
his husky penis thrusting out from his strong young loins the moment it 
came into view.

Maggie quivered delightfully as Jack dropped onto his knees before her, 
took her into his arms and kissed her, worming his tongue hotly and 
wetly into her mouth. She clung to him, pressing her full, firm white 
breasts hard into his chest and he grunted with the delight of their 
touch, his strong hands smoothing down the silken skin of her soft-
fleshed back to the rounded and protruding mounds of her lush naked 
buttocks, his rock-hard cock smashed tightly against the yielding warm 
flesh of her belly.

"H-How do we do it ... the get-even gimmicks. I mean?" Jack questioned 
eagerly, sensing his own mounting lust growing to match the anger 
inside him.

"Just one minute, darling," Maggie said, inching back away from him and 
bending down to flick her small pink tongue out, whipping away the 
several drops of seminal moisture that had seeped out from the slit at 
the tip of his cock

"Oh fuck," he grunted. "Come here and let me ...

"No, darling ... not yet," Maggie replied, quickly gaining her feet. 
She reached down and took his hand. "Come on with me, lover ... it's 
time to get even ... Maggie's way."

He followed her to the fur-carpeted stage where Carol and Max were 
groaning and gasping as she worked furiously in her perspiring white 
nakedness over the big man's powerfully upthrusting, body.

"Now ... you get right down behind her, Jack darling ... straddle Max's 
legs ... that's right, just like that," Maggie said enthusiastically, 
dropping to her own knees and moving in close. "There ... now just 
spread open your wife's beautiful little ass-cheeks, lover, and tell me 
what you see ..."

Jack hardly knew what he was doing in his still half-drunken state. He 
was aware only that he owed his deceited young wife in front of him a 
debt of anger that somehow he was going to pay, and he did as the 
raven-haired woman directed. He took the lewdly grinding mounds in his 
hands, spreading them slowly outward with his thumbs until he could see 
the thick, glistening rod of Maggie's husband's cock-flesh that was 
burrowing up into her loins from below, thrusting up almost brutally 
into the clasping, hair-fringed folds of her wetly impassioned cunt. 
Then, above he saw the tiny, nakedly vulnerable little hole of her 
anus, almost a flushed red, and flexing hotly in time to Keele's 
thrusts from below as she bucked her hips up and down onto the wildly 
impaling cock.

"Well, what do you see, lover?" Maggie hissed, licentiously.

"H-Her asshole! Yeah! ... her asshole!"

"And is it virginal, darling?"

"Christ ... I don't know anymore ... but I think so ..."

"Well ... let's rectify that for starters, baby, eh? Let me see you 
worm that handsome long cock of yours right up into that tight little 
hole while my husband's fucking her cunt! She'll love it, I promise you 
...!" Maggie whispered in breathless lechery. "She'll like a double 
fuck!"

"Y-Yeah ... yeah ... and who gives a fuck whether she likes it or not!" 
Jack spat in his mixed emotions of angered jealousy and mounting lust, 
while using his finger, he felt down to where the other man's cock was 
fucking into her and wet it against the moistly clasping lips of her 
flesh filled cunt.

Then, Maggie bent down to Carol's ear and ordered: "Wait, Carol honey! 
Hold perfectly still for a moment, darling! Yes ... that's it ... 
perfectly still, baby ... you're in for a delicious surprise ... and 
from your very own husband!"

Carol had continued to lustfully ride up and down Max's wonderful 
pleasure-giving cock with her upper body bent forward until her large 
rounded breasts were squashed down against his powerful chest, hardly 
aware of anything but the magnitude of her blissful coma. Then, she had 
felt a pair of strong thumbs pressing outward and parting her soft 
vulnerable buttocks, followed by Maggie's command in her ear and the 
mention of her husband. Desperately, she tried to reason what Jack was 
doing there, but the sudden probing at the sensitive raised circle of 
her tiny anus swept away all other thought. Though the initial contact 
of what she decided was a finger teasing around her cunt lips as Max 
fucked hotly up into her, its movement to the soft, sensitive little 
mouth of her rectum aroused new licentious sensations inside her 
straining body. Then, further insistent prodding began to hurt. Her 
lovely brow furrowed and she began to fight against it, yet, she was 
hesitant to move away for fear of losing the overwhelming erotic 
delight of the huge cock filling the inflamed cuntal passage to her 
quivering belly from below, and she clenched her teeth to endure the 
invading finger worming its way deeper and deeper into the soft rubbery 
depths of her rectum.

"Aaaahhhgghhh ... ooohhhh ... nooooo ... nnnooooo!" she groaned out, 
while her husband began to grin sadistically. "P-Please ... oh please 
don't ... it hurts ...!"

But the hand with the imbedded finger wouldn't stop and she felt thumbs 
on her soft, yielding buttocks, spreading them even further. Then, 
another finger lustfully joined the first, squirming its way lewdly up 
into the hot, spongy confines of her cringing nether-channel, and she 
came to a frozen halt in her fucking movements, while Max Keele 
clutched savagely at her waist to keep her from squirming completely 
off of him in her sudden pain. The strong hands continued to spread her 
exposed, naked buttocks lewdly open, easing the cheeks of the resilient 
white mounds further and further apart until it seemed that she was 
going to rip open back there! And then, as they had entered, the 
fingers were removed with a quick, lurid hissing sound and she felt the 
soothing bath of air across her nakedly exposed rectum ... but only for 
one brief moment. Abruptly, a larger, smooth rubbery object pressed 
against her tightly clenching anus, and there was no mistaken its 
nature or purpose ... it was another cock!

"Oh ... oh God ... no ... please ...!" she cried out, writhing 
violently, trying to get away from the intruding pressure without 
losing the enrapturously filling warmth of Max beneath her, but whoever 
it was trying, obscenely, to penetrate her rectum from behind with his 
hardened, thick penis, pushed relentlessly against her there, until she 
painfully sensed the tight elastic ring of her snugly clenched little 
hole pop open to slip tortuously up over the tormenting cock-head. She 
grunted loudly as the thick heavy length of anger-hardened flesh began 
to worm its way unceasingly up into the vainly resisting confines of 
her helpless rectum!

"Oh ... ooohhh God, stop! Stop! You're killing me!" Carol wailed, 
flailing her head wildly, her rounded white ass-cheeks waggling 
furiously in their attempt to shake the thick, brutal invader from her 
hopelessly resisting rectum, but between the two men she was being 
sandwiched between, they clung to her unmercifully as the burning rod 
of hardness continued to pressure relentlessly into her.

"What's the matter, wife?" Jack rasped through vengefully clenched 
teeth. "Any bitch who sucks cocks and swallows cum the way you do 
shouldn't mind a little ass-fuck now and then, oh? If you're going to 
be a whore, let's do it properly!"

Reality charged into Carol's drugged brain with the force of an 
explosion. There was no longer any question as to who was administering 
the torturous agony from behind, nor why! "Oh ... ooohhh God, Jack ... 
please ... please stop!" she cried, as Max Keele chuckled lecherously 
up at her, while other leering faces grinned hungrily, moving in closer 
to eagerly watch. Her own face contorted not only from the brutal pain, 
but the very shame and humiliation of her own husband's angry cock 
lewdly sodomizing her virginal and defenseless rectum for everyone to 
see! "Ooooohhhh ... damn you, Jack ... I'll never forgive you for 
this!" she wailed back at him.

Without respite, Jack clutched savagely at her hips while Max lay 
completely still beneath her, waiting for the irate husband to work his 
way entirely into her, his own length of throbbing, hard cock entombed 
in her wet cuntal sheath to its hilt. Roaring sensations of sadistic 
lust charged through his powerful groin at the obscene assault they 
were committing on her, and the sight of Maggie's licentiously watching 
face as she knelt to one side, her eyes not inches away from Carol's 
smoothly rounded buttocks where Jack Heath was luridly pressuring his 
cock up into her tiny cringing ass hole, added even more fuel to his 
lust. She was fingering her own moistly splayed cunt with one hand and 
reaching between Jack's legs to caress his sperm-bloated balls with the 
other. Christ, this was going to be the culmination of the night!

"Oooooh, God!" Carol moaned aloud. She could barely think any longer, 
the pain was so overwhelming. Tears of shame, rage, and torment welled 
up into her eyes to stream down her cheeks as the hands clutched 
restrainingly at her waist and thighs, and the huge, hard cock wormed 
its way slowly up into the warm, rubbery depths of her slowly expanding 
rectal passage, the pressure of her angered husband's straining thighs 
forcing her forward until her face was flat against Max's hair-covered 
chest, her soft white buttocks spread nakedly, helping his throbbing 
cock to fuck up deeper into her back there. She could feel its 
pulsating head plowing the spongy, resistant anal flesh before it, 
until finally she sensed the thickness of it rubbing against Max's 
beneath her! God, they were separated only slightly by the thin, fleshy 
wall between her vagina and rectal channel! And then, with one last 
buttock smacking lunge that flattened her softly yielding ass cheeks 
back against her hipbones, he sunk the length of it all the way up into 
her bowels!

"Oooohhh ... oooohhhhh," Carol whimpered, faintly hearing the chorus of 
heavy licentious breathing from the onlookers as she felt his pelvis 
smack loudly into the softness of her whitely upturned ass-cheeks, his 
heavy balls swinging lewdly down against Max's still unmoving length of 
buried cock-flesh. She gasped for breath, unable to move from the 
excruciating pain of the two massive rods of hardness obscenely 
imbedded in her vaginal and anal passages at the same time and 
threatening to split her apart! Oh God ... her own husband was 
punishing her ... debasing her ... completely and utterly destroying 
her forever! She would never outlive the shame of this degradation ... 
and she loved him so ... dear God! Ooooohhhh ...!

Jack couldn't hold back the grunts of pleasure tumbling from his lips 
at the sight and thought of what he was doing to this beautiful wife of 
his whom he really loved with all of his heart. Damn her! He'd teach 
her who the head of the family was, and he should've done it a long 
time before. He felt with lust-filled delight the warm soft flesh of 
her pelvis flattened buttocks pressing tightly into his loins. He 
thrust forward into her tight velvety anal passage, the feel of Max's 
hot shaft of still unmoving cock against his own as their balls rubbed 
hotly below, firing him licentiously on. His eyes locked on his own 
rigidly swollen prick disappearing entirely into the ovary stretched 
little hole between her helplessly spread buttocks. He grunted again, 
drawing it out slightly, watching with bated breath the tender ridges 
of pink anal flesh pulling out with it, and then disappearing back 
inside with his inward plunge. His breathing came faster, louder, and 
suddenly with a gasp of further arousal he began fucking rhythmically 
in and out, deep up into the warm, clasping rectal channel.

"Dear God! Dear God! Oooohhh ...!" Carol whimpered and moaned 
confusedly. The pain was becoming weirdly pleasurable! She found 
herself moving backwards to meet the lascivious forward thrust of his 
loins. "Aaahhh ... Ooonhhhh ... yes ... yes! Do it ... both of you ... 
sandwich me ... fuck me! Oooohhhh God yes ... yes ... sandwich fuck me 
... sandwich fuck meeee ...!"

Then, soft feminine hands began to fondle and squeeze her prickling, 
swollen breasts caressingly and glazedly she recognized that they 
belonged to Maggie who was kneeling beside her and watching with 
lecherously gleaming dark eyes ... and then, she moved toward Jack 
behind her, while she continued to stroke and knead her rhythmically 
dancing breasts in a knowing, desire inciting manner.

Maggie's straining eyes were but a few scant inches from the two 
glistening cocks plunging into the young wife's wide stretched channels 
like a pair of lubricated pistons. Then, they gaped even more excitedly 
as the lengthy wet rods of hardness that were moist from her cuntal 
secretions slowly coordinated and began fucking wildly into her in 
harmonious rhythm. She watched, carnally fascinated, while she stroked 
Carol's swaying full breasts with one hand, and finger-fucked her own 
hotly yearning pussy with the other ..., watched the frayed pink edges 
of Carol's flushed inner cunt-flesh being pulled out with Max's heavy 
cock on the down stroke then disappearing back up inside again when it 
rammed up into her belly. The same lewd sight caught her eye with the 
young woman's husband, Jack's, thick cock sucking back out of her, 
tugging the tight coral ridges of her roundly stretched asshole with 
it, to vanish back into her as he lunged forward again and his heavy, 
cum-filled balls were wedged hard into the smoothly opening crevice 
between her whitely quivering ass-cheeks.

Carol was again hopelessly engulfed in sensual rapture. Uncontrollably, 
she undulated her fire-filled loins and buttocks as she skewered 
herself down and back in furious cadence onto the two wonderful cocks 
fucking into her passionately inflamed channels, squeezing with her 
cuntal muscles and tensing her buttocks to delight the impaling thick 
lengths of hardness. Dear God ... dear God!

"Yessss ... oooohhhh yesssss!" she chanted hoarsely, completely 
enraptured by the savagely thrusting pair that were fucking into her 
cunt and rectal passage simultaneously ... their abrupt raising of 
guttural grunts and groans driving her on in wanton sexual abandonment. 
"Aaaahhh ... God, yes! I can feel both of your beautiful cocks almost 
touching inside me! Faster ... faster! Oh please! Faster and harder ... 
make me cum ... oooohhhh!" she begged of them, goading them on in a 
whirlpool of cyclonic lust. Oh God ... don't ever let it stop ... the 
building erotic bliss ... the hands gripping and clutching at her as if 
she were a lowly sluttish slave! Her brain reeled ... nothing mattered 
but the tremendous sensations of subliminal ecstasy getting ready to 
burst inside her ...!

Not even the loud commotion that had suddenly broken out at different 
sections of the room could penetrate the wall of obscene lust blinding 
the debauched participants on the fur-rug in the center of the floor. 
In their over-whelmingly approaching climaxes they were completely 
oblivious to the fact that Carla Montez, knowing that Jean had 
exhaustedly passed out from her drugged ordeal, had given the signal 
for the other girls to grasp the long steel darning needles they had 
hidden in their hair and attack strategic guests such as the senators 
and Judge McGraw, holding them at bay with the weapons poised at their 
throats. As well, were they unmindful of the fact that the coup might 
have worked, had not Chief Lannigan produced a revolver from his nearby 
coat and threatened to start shooting if they didn't back off ... to 
which the despondent, weeping girls had been forced to reluctantly obey 
...!

For Carol, heaven was about to burst open! Wildly she strained toward 
the climactic upheaval rising inside her and she sensed Max's hardness 
jerk and expand, as was Jack's in its delicious pummeling of her 
lubriciously pounding ass! Oh ... oh, ooooh God ... they were all three 
going to cum together!

Suddenly, Max cursed out and his long, thick rampaging cock began 
spewing its white, hot load deep into her hungrily clasping cunt 
channel, while with a loud oath, Jack rammed deep into her rectum, his 
heavy cock beginning to ejaculate its thin white jets of hotly seething 
jism deep into her bowels! The force of their dual orgasms sent hot, 
cascading sperm splashing erotically around inside her, foaming back of 
her golden hair-lined cunt-lips and down the smooth cleft of her 
buttocks to drench their still wildly jerking pelvises and balls.

Almost insanely, she screwed her lush white buttocks tightly back onto 
her husband's still hard squirting cock sunk deep in her hungrily 
milking rectum, and as Max's deflating organ grew limp in her tightly 
clutching vagina, she let out a loud whimpering wail and felt her 
sweat-soaked body shudder violently as the great gush of overwhelming 
sensuous pleasure rippled through her. Her wail became a wild banshee 
scream of ecstatic enchantment ... a scream that filled the room ... 
just as the door burst open and the first wave of state police poured 
in to surround the frightened, scurrying horde of naked debauchers ...!

And then, it was done ... and well-done, Jack Heath reasoned in panting 
exhaustion. They couldn't have timed it better ...!



Chapter 12


The Friday that Ken Wilson was released from prison with all charges 
dropped, the Heaths, along with his lovely teenage wife, Jean, met him 
at the gates and drove to the capitol to spend the weekend at the Heath 
home. It was there while lounging in the comfortable living room over 
Sunday afternoon drinks, and with Kappy, the massive German shepherd 
which had become Jean's inseparable companion, that Jack and Carol 
enlightened their new friends of the mysteries surrounding all that had 
happened.

Both Ken and Jean could hardly believe it when Jack told them that he 
and his beautiful young wife were actually agents of the Federal Prison 
System, planted in Max Keele's employ to determine if the rumors 
concerning the Director and his regime were true, and of course, they 
certainly had been. The younger couple were further astonished to learn 
that the Heaths had been chosen for the task after intricate 
psychological interviews and studies were made of each by the Federal 
department's psychologist, the operation calling for a sensuous couple 
who were as brilliant and clever as they could be promiscuous. In fact, 
the department had even learned that they were members of a 
neighborhood swap-club, which was exactly the type they needed.

"Good Lord, what an exciting story," Jean said as she petted Kappy's 
great head beside her. "And the courage it must have taken for you, 
Carol."

"No more than what you and the other girls from the Home showed with 
those darning needles," Carol answered, smiling warmly at the beautiful 
golden haired girl.

"I'm afraid I wasn't much help there," Jean replied, shaking her lovely 
head. "Carla and the others deserve all the credit, even though it 
didn't work. Anyway, I hope they'll all find themselves now that 
they're free."

"What will they do to Keele and Maggie, Jack?" Ken asked, lighting a 
cigarette and letting out smoke.

"They'll get a good stiff sentence, don't worry," Jack answered, 
sipping at his drink.

"Well, one thing I'm sure of," Jean put in "the young people who are 
unfortunate enough to be confined to state institutions are going to 
have a more humane time of it with you as Director, Jack."

"Thanks," he replied, smiling appreciatively over at her. "I'll do my 
best ..."

"And try to keep your hands off the young pretty girls in the bargain?" 
his strawberry-blonde wife teased with a little impish gleam in her 
eye.

"Well ... I won't go so far as to say that," he said, pretending at 
seriousness, "of course, if you take proper care of me, and increase 
the dosage to say ... three times a day, that might help."

"Brag!" Carol taunted, the tiny impish gleam growing more intense.

"Maybe it's time we gave them both another measure of last night's 
performance, Carol," Jean suggested, a tiny licentious sparkle coming 
to life in her amber-flecked green eyes.

"I think I could stand about two hours of that," Ken Wilson put in with 
a grin. "Remember, that was a long lay-off I had."

"The idea strikes me as being a winner," Jack said, getting immediately 
to his feet. "But just remember, tonight you people meet the gang and 
you don't want to be too washed out for that."

"Listen to who's talking," Carol teased, getting to her feet and 
pressing her curvaceous young body against her husband's, her rounded 
hips and buttocks going through suggestive little arousing movements. 
"Enough verbal barrage, Mr. Heath, now let's see some action."

"Right here or in the bedroom?" Jack half-whispered as he began to 
unbutton Carol's blouse.

"Why not here? There's more room," Carol replied, her voice catching 
with anticipation. "All we need is a fur-rug ..."

"To hell with the fur-rug!" Jack hissed as his wife began to unbuckle 
his belt and Kappy whimpered aloud.

To that, they all laughed and Jean stroked the gallant head 
affectionately.

"Don't worry, darling, you won't be neglected," she said down to the 
beautiful animal.

"And what about me, doll?" Ken put in, running his hand along his 
teenaged wife's soft, white inner thigh.

"Well now, let's see ... we'll just have to figure something out for 
you, darling," the lovely blonde girl teased, and they all laughed 
excitedly once more as they began to quickly strip away their clothes 
while Kappy wagged his tail excitedly and continued to make little 
whimpering sounds of sexual expectation.


The End
