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…!