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…