Bige Lannigan grunted out a carnal, gasping choke of surprise as the naked girl with the flowing honey-blonde hair and jouncing breasts came running down the stairs tearfully, practically knocking him off balance as she threw herself into his arms… and she might have had not Max Keele beside him, caught hold of him just in time.
"Oh… oh my God, Chief Lannigan… you you… came… you came!" Jean cried, clinging to him tightly, totally unaware of Max Keele's presence in her disorganized, drugged brain… in fact, abruptly incapable of remembering why she was running… and she stared into Lannigan's cherubic, benign face blankly.
The obese man chuckled lewdly. "Yeah," he said, grinning at Max. "Maybe I did at that!"
The Director of Correction, with grumbling pains still gnawing at his groin, glared wickedly at Jean's youthfully naked beauty, vengeful retribution stimulating his lecherous brain. "Looks like Maggie's been playing with her," he said leeringly. "But the little bitch hasn't been up there long enough to go the route… must be she got away on her, which, I wager, is scorching Maggie's ass."
Again, Bige Lannigan chuckled as Jean clung to him with her arms around his neck and he salaciously began to run his big pudgy hands over the smoothness of her nakedly trembling buttocks. "So, who's complaining?" the police chief rasped licentiously. "Christ, what a luscious little ass…!"
"She's higher than a fucking kite," Max said, watching covetously his lackey's gross hands work on the resilient, firm flesh of her buttocks. The little cunt, and he'd planned to keep her all for himself… but now she was going to be taught a lesson. No bitch kicked Max Keele in the nuts and got away with it! "Where's your wife?"
"Upstairs," Chief Lannigan replied, holding tightly to Jean who had suddenly begun to squirm and writhe frantically. "The old sow couldn't wait to get up there and pick herself a cunt to eat."
Max snorted out a laugh. "Par for the course. Well, come on, let's take doll-baby up where she can really enjoy the party," he said, grasping one of Jean's arms while the police official held to the other and they forced her up the stairs.
It was impossible for Jean in her drugged mental state to comprehend what was happening to her; yet, brief instants of truth continued to pierce the dazing mantilla overwhelming her mind… until vaguely she came to realize that she had been drugged… but worse, that Chief Lannigan was anything but a friend… he was one of them!
Oh God…! Oh, dear God…! What were they going to do to her now? Desperately, she tried to struggle to keep her wits against the powerful effects of the numbing dosage of whatever it was they had given her, aware as she was escorted between them that Max Keele's big hand was thrust between her naked buttocks and thighs, his thick finger thrust upward into her strangely moist and dilated vaginal passage, the obscene act causing luridly weird sensations to race through her loins and belly with every step she took; while the deceptive police chief was clutching and squeezing one of her breasts salaciously, twisting and pinching its tiny hard nipple to add to her unwanted excitement.
"Oh… ooohhh…" she whimpered out as Max began to swirl his thick finger inside her teenaged passage, hearing both men laugh… then, they were stopping before the big door and Max Keele was opening it with a key…
Again, Jean was hardly prepared for what she saw beyond that door. But, the maze of naked bodies in the soft light engaged in every form of obscene coupling and act only faintly registered as she was ushered to the center of the room and forced down on some sort of animal fur rug, the sounds of "ohs" and "ahs" and even laughter reaching her ears as if from another world.
She might have known fear had she been able to analyze her situation, but she could not, her torpid brain had progressed under the effects of the LSD to where little but instincts registered, and presently she knew that the stimulating sensation between her legs had ceased and a great disappointment swept over her. She started to cry… and then, recognized a face… a male face. It… it was Ken's and he was lying on his back completely stripped, stretched out on a davenport, a fat woman with great big breasts squatting up over his… his hardened thing that she was absorbing into her widespread, vagina… and another more slender woman standing beside them as if waiting for her turn, while her young husband rolled his head back and forth in what she reasoned to be, ecstasy. Jean smiled benevolently. It pleased her that he was happy…
And then she saw other faces with attached naked bodies that she recognized… Pretty little Sandy Jarvis sitting in a chair with Judge McGraw on his knees between her widespread thighs, obviously licking her pussy… and Carla Montez with a fat man cradled between her open thighs, pumping his heavy loins into her wildly, the expression on both of their faces telling her that they were enjoying what she had just been denied…!
"Do I get first crack, Max?" Jean nebulously heard Chief Lannigan question and looked up at the two men from where she sat on the floor. Both of them were now naked, their massive cocks jutting out salaciously from their hairy loins, their heavy balls entirely visible to her from her position… and she couldn't resist extending her hand up to touch the nearest sac, her own instinctive desire piqued by all that had happened to her and what was going on before her dazed eyes around the room.
Bige Lannigan gave a start when her fingers tenderly touched his bloated balls, and lewdly he grabbed hold of his long, thick cock to stroke it. Max saw her unexpected movement, too, a jealous surge of lust charging through him. The little bitch! Her forced a grin: "Go ahead, Chief… only make it good!"
"Don't worry!" Lannigan rasped. "I'm going to have some of my favorite sport… ass fucking!"
Their words all sounded like a jumbled conglomeration to Jean who had reached down between her hot thighs to slip a finger through the silken blandish hair and separate her moist cunt-lips, while she continued to finger the obese man's hairy balls. God, she could never remember being so excitedly wanting! If… if only she could think straight…!
Ken gaped upward with befogged eyes at the fat, wildly excited woman who was squatting over him, plunging in rhythmic diligence up and down on his aching cock, her massive tits hanging and swaying obnoxiously as she worked to reach her climax, the thought occurring to him that she was either the third or fourth such elephantine creature to crawl lust fully on top of him, and still he had not even come close to releasing the dynamic pressure in his throbbing loins! He saw that there was another waiting, fingering herself as she watched her forerunner… but she wasn't so bad… somewhere in her fifties probably, but slender and maybe with a tight enough cunt to bring him off!
Christ, what had they fed him, anyway? For certainly, he'd been drugged, and he couldn't help but wonder if they'd done anything similar to his Jeannie. He was numbed, but he could still half-way think straight, and there was no question but what they had been cleverly entrapped by a swarm of sex-oriented satyrs and nymphos who would show no mercy in satisfying their lust! Goddamn them, and they had the law and whatever else necessary on their side, too! The beautiful establishment…!
He tossed his head back and forth like a teenaged virgin striving for her first fulfillment as the huge woman worked over him obscenely, her sagging breasts nauseating him, and he closed his eyes to the sight, straining his loins upward in hope that he could lie to himself, cum, and leave her nothing! But his efforts were futile; she beat him, wailing out her obese ecstasy… and then, the next one climbed on… and that's when he saw his Jeannie in the middle of the floor on all fours, Chief Lannigan kneeing his way up behind her and between her spread legs and buttocks, his long, thick cock in his hand while his beautiful little wife waited in obvious excitement…!
"Down…! Down flat on your belly, bitch!" Bige Lannigan ordered Jean who finally responded once the command was imprinted in her blurred mind, and the heavy bellied man knelt between her provocatively scissored legs, staring lasciviously at the warm, tanned body beneath him.
He slid his hand along the inner side of her satiny smooth thigh to the moistened, teenaged lips and then pink slit of her tight young cunt, tracing the hair-lined separation with a forefinger upward between the cream-like cheeks of her firm, whitely contrasting buttocks, watching the rounded soft moons arch and fall in growing excitement to his touch. He felt the desire in his loins glowing hotly as he contemplated what he was about to do to her… what his sow-wife would never let him do… the ugly pig!
Jean swallowed at the dryness of her throat. Her subservient prostrate position, and vaguely knowing that she must submit to whatever vile whim that might titillate her tormentor's warped lust, caused her heavily drugged brain to whirl in a growing kaleidoscope of sensual passion. She had no idea what he was going to do to her… or make her do to him… she was only aware of her lack of control over the ever-rising passion swirling wildly in her belly below. She sensed him up over her back, and she squirmed beneath him to the excitement of his exploring hands, little tongues of flames licking salaciously at her loins and belly, building her desire to greater and greater heights with every passing moment from the obscene teasing of his probing fingers.
She lay her face against the soft fur of the rug and groaned into it, partially muffling the licentious, throaty grunts emitting from between her tightly clenched teeth. Oh God… his hands… his hands…! Her lush, rounded buttocks hollowed and writhed wantonly beneath their pudgy, relentless caresses, a sudden urgency of tremors rippling erotically over her youthful flesh.
She heard his rammish laugh and tried to picture his face, but couldn't. Oh God, why didn't he do it…? Why didn't he fuck her, whoever he was, instead of taunting her this way? She couldn't resist the pleasurable thought of his cock slipping into her…! "Ooahhh," she moaned aloud as she felt his thick finger slide up inside her moist, tingling vagina and she squirmed excitedly down onto it.
Bige Lannigan gloatingly listened to her whine down into the softness of the rug, her voice unnatural, thick with desire and ever-mounting wantonness.
"Aaahhh…" she whimpered again, twisting her passion-contorted face until he could see the effect his teasing hands were having on her, and then it occurred to him that she had absolutely no idea of what he intended to do to her, nor the mental capacity or physical power to fight him in her drugged state. She was completely at his mercy, the thought sending a wave of sadism charging through his heavy loins.
Jean, her bottom churning incessantly beneath his hands while others had gathered in a circle around them to watch the stimulating performance, made no effort to fight against the lewd, carnal urges racing uncontrollably through her lust-incited body, while in her numbed mind she had begun to pray that he would fuck her soon, before his tormenting ministrations drove her completely mad. But instead, his thick middle finger continued to surge with relentless force into her vagina and she froze momentarily, catching her breath when the sensations it caused finished skyrocketing through her.
"Ooahhhh… ooohhh, do it to me… please, please do it to me?" she pleaded back at him, trying to twist her neck so that she could watch his maddening hands working back there between her widespread legs.
"Do what, baby?" he taunted, grinning down triumphantly at her lust-contorted young face as she gaped helplessly and glassy-eyed at the continual growing of his hard, throbbing, thick cock.
"Ooohhh… ooohhh… fuck me!" she moaned, the words tumbling lewdly from her angelic mouth. "Please… please fuck me now…?"
Lannigan began to laugh gleefully as he looked up at the salaciously twisted face of Max Keele who stood watching enviously while he stroked his own rock-hard cock.
"Well, get at it for Christ sake," the director snapped down at him, "before I change my mind and finish the job for you!"
Bige sensed the anger in his political boss' tone and decided that he'd dallied long enough. He stared evilly down at her helplessly tremoring back, a thin line of sweat forming on his upper lip. "Lift up your ass, baby!" he commanded.
Jean realized the order and reacted without hesitation, arching her buttocks higher, feeling his hands on her hips to guide her to her knees, manipulating her to his own satisfaction, until she was entirely raised before him, high and obscenely spread open. She felt the weakness and trembling in her legs and wished in her drug dazed mind that he would hurry and fuck her…
Finally, he moved in behind her, spreading her thighs even wider with his knees, his thick, pulsating cock heaving lustfully as it pointed itself toward the tiny pinkish ring of her anus so lusciously displayed to him between the full rounded spheres of her voluptuous young ass. Abruptly, he inched backwards once more, then leaned forward, probing his saliva dampened tongue upward from the moist, hair-fringed edges of her cunt-lips, along the spread, smooth crevice of her small, puckered rectum where he tried to penetrate with its stiffened tip, but the sphincter was too snug, and instead, he accomplished his main purpose of lubricating it well.
He raised up, sliding in close to her once more, taunting her excited cunt with the now violently pulsating head of his foreskinned peeled cock, until her loud audible whimpers from the insinuated tip between her wide splayed cunt-lips and the teasing her clitoris increased their nakedly watching audience.
Anticipatingly, Jean began to grind and force her upraised young buttocks back at him, her moist, quivering young pussy searching desperately for the pleasure-bringing length of his cock, but as she continued to whimper and moan, Lannigan raised the heavy shaft of hard flesh until its unseeing eye leveled with her hairless, puckered little anus that glistened beneath the thins viscid film of moisture coating her entire genital area. He might have better prepared it by stretching it with his finger, the police chief thought lustfully, but the pleasures he sought were better derived unannounced!
The obese law official doubted that in her drugged condition she realized he was penetrating her asshole at first try, without benefit of stretching it a little with his fingers. And then, she must have sensed its thick bluntness prodding and working against her tightly clenched anus. He chuckled lewdly to himself. She would suddenly decide that it was too big… they all did at first, and she would judge that with certainty any second. He continued to grin sadistically as he wormed the tip of it into the snugly resisting little mouth. He could feel his foreskin being stretched back against his cock-shaft painfully, and he gave a quick hi-thrusting stab until he could feel it slowly wedging its way into her suddenly desperately cringing rectum, until he had popped up inside beyond the elastic little barrier of the now futilely clutching ring of her sphincter muscle…!
It was a full ten seconds of shattering, unexpected pain before Jean realized what was happening… that his thick, long cock was grinding its way up into her tiny naked anal passage brutally… whipping her breath away until she choked on the scream that raised into her throat… her brain reeling in sudden panic… and then, abruptly, it felt as if a tree-trunk was trying to burst into her body through her virginal back passage! She tried to pull away, but he held viselike to her hips, while the agonizing penetration continued!
"Aaanuuuuugggghhhhh! Dear God! Dear God… nnnoooooooo… stop, stop! It hurts terribly…!" she cried out at last.
Bige Lannigan leered excitedly. Of course it hurt… the stupid little cunt! It was supposed to hurt! And he held her in a bear-hug, simply ramming and thrusting!
"Oh God… please… please… I beg you… stop, please? I-It's too big! Y-You're killing me!" the nakedly kneeling young wife screamed back at him through gnashing teeth, while their audience looked on in excited fascination at the sadistically obscene spectacle of his long, heavy cock worming its way deeper and deeper into her salaciously stretched back passage, carnally intoxicated by the knowledge that there was no way she could escape it… his thighs thrusting hers forward, his clenching, pudgy hands slipping her lushly spread young buttocks like an undersized boot back onto his viciously impaling prick!
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I'm helpless! I can't move! It's paralyzing me! Oh… oh… Oh…!
"Shove back, bitch!" the police chief spat down mercilessly at her nakedly bending back. "Do it! Shove your ass back before I slap hell out of you!"
Jean was incapable of thinking in her unbelievable agony, but somehow she knew that to disobey would only mean further torture. Every way was pain, pain, pain! Yet, she did it… she pushed back, subconsciously trying to fart and opening her asshole that final measure out of abject fear. Again, she visualized the horrible tree-trunk unrelentingly being thrust into her tiny anal hole, stretching her buttocks wider and wider apart until she knew she would split open! But then… feeling a buttock flattening pressure back there, she knew it was done… his cruel, thick and brutal cock tunneled completely up into her wide stretched little rectum, solid and extremely painful… but finally better, for there was no more of it to take…
"Oooohhh… ooohhh… ooohhhhhh," she gasped realizing that she was impaled like a helpless insect on his hugely throbbing cock in her rectum to its hilt, and not daring to move less the excruciating torment tear her wide open inside. Oh God, she couldn't conceive of the animalish defilement he was subjecting her to! He was actually sodomizing her! Again, she gasped, but this time for breath as momentarily he remained immobile, and the brief respite was allowing her obscenely stretched channel to become somewhat adjusted to the perverted invader… this rigid and ever-growing length of scouring hard flesh that packed her full! Oh… Oh God, that horrible man she had trusted so implicitly such a short time ago!
Then, all tangible thought was whipped away once more as she heard him croon with delight, gasping as he began to fuck rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep into the soft rubbery confines of her rectum.
Chief Lannigan couldn't contain the lewd groans of lust escaping him as he felt the warm, soft flesh of her fully flattened buttocks pressing tightly back against his heavy loins. He thrust forward into the tightly puckered, obscenely, stretched little mouth, simultaneously sliding his hand down underneath and between her thighs to her opened cuntal slit. He could feel the moisture from the smooth, fleshy lips seeping salaciously out to cover the softness of her pubic-hair brushing teasingly against his semen-filled balls as they swung loosely down between her legs. His eyes locked on his hardened cock vanishing completely into the tight, ovally stretched opening between the twin mounds of her helplessly quivering young buttocks. He grunted again and drew it out slightly, watching with sadistic fascination the tender pink flesh pulling out with it and then disappearing back inside with his inwardly jerking thrust. His breathing increased, incited by the lasciviously exciting sight, until once more he began plunging into her ass in a slow tempoed cadence, in and out, in and out, deep up in to the hot clasping channel of her virgin-stretched rectum!
Jean dug her nails into her palms, bit at her lower lip, and was dazedly surprised when the pain began to lessen, a certain thread of arousal seeming to weave its way back through her tormented young body… although it was still a mixture of hurtful paroxysm blended with weird stimulation. She felt saturatingly damp between her buttocks, and horribly degraded, aware now of the ring of lewd, contorted faces and licentiously naked bodies surrounding them… and someplace amongst them, she remembered, was her own husband… her own darling, Ken… and… Oh God, how he must loath her now…!
Oh… if she could only think straight, but each time she tried to concentrate her thoughts were shattered by a skin-splitting thrust that jolted her forward… until abruptly she realized that her body was voluntarily shoving back against his every ramming plunge… thrusting back onto his fleshy cock meting out the punishment… aware of a new masochistic pleasure that was rapidly growing within her! The pain had become almost insanely erotic, and she was heaving backwards to meet the forward charge of his loins… undulating her hips and moving her buttocks in tiny lewd circles!
Unfathomable excitement surged through her, until she found herself wanting his huge organ buried deeper and harder up the now voluntarily accepting channel of her ass, and she reached back between her spread thighs to scratch gently at his swinging balls, turning her face to one side so he could see the effect his sodomizing cock was now having on her!
Ken Wilson's lust-fired, drugged mind was able to conceive little more than the stream of middle-aged women who climbed in obscene nakedness onto his thrusting, rock-hard young cock that ached with a throbbing pain from deep in his groin. One had been kind enough to suck him off for the first time, gulping his cum eagerly down her throat while the girl Carla licked her cunt, and a second had squatted over him, taking his undeflatable hard cock to thrust up her ass, working fiendishly while she fingered herself and fucked him to completion… but still they came and his still painfully virile young penis continued to satisfy them all!
Christ, he knew he was going to lose his mind before the night was over! No man could endure what they were forcing him to, but even that he would willingly suffer if only they would let his Jeannie out of there! God knows, his thinking capacity was strangely distorted, but it was functioning adequately enough to know the agony his young wife was suffering when he saw her tiny little rectum being sodomized by the huge, blood-filled cock of Chief Lannigan!
He had nearly lost his mind trying to get off the couch to help her, but in his stupefied condition he'd been no match for the group of heavy-set, naked female bitches who had pinned him down, laughing gleefully like a swarm of over-weight harpies as they pawed his genitals and squatted over him to be fucked and sucked! Helplessly, he'd been forced to give way to their overpowering number and salacious acts… until now, nearly drained of his last ounce of energy, he found consolation in the knowing that Jean was no longer suffering… in fact, if anything, she was going wild there on the rug within the circle of spectators… some who had dropped down onto the floor to participate in their own obscene acts while they watched the animalish performance his blonde, teenage wife was giving them all!
Damn, he knew it was all over for them now, that she'd never forgive him for dragging her into this horrible debauchery… but… but good Christ, what was happening now…? Max Keele, the detention home superintendent… he was dropping down in front of her and holding his huge filthy cock in his hand…!
Kneeling above and behind Jean, Bige Lannigan continued to watch the reddish inflamed skin of the young blondes lasciviously stretched anus draw back and partially out with his cock, clutching it as if the tightly sucking channel didn't want it to ever come out! At first, the pressure on his prick had been almost unbearable, but now it was just tight and exhilarating, the type of squeezing delight that promised to draw the jism right out of his balls with the ferocity of molten glass to every stroke!
And then, he saw Max Keele kneeling down in front of her flailing head and holding to his thick heavy cock, an obscene grin twisting his broad face. Lannigan returned the lewd expression with a leer of his own, and the director said: "You've had her all to yourself long enough, Chief, now it's time we spread her around a little… and the place to start is sucking my cock!" Max reached down and caught Jean by the hair, jerking her head erect, her green-eyes popping open widely in surprise. "Come on, baby, let's show Daddy how good you are at eating cock! Just think of it as penance for kicking me in the balls, oh?"
Jean heard the sudden wave of licentious laughter around her as she stared at the heavy, now familiar penis thrust forward at her face and only inches from her saliva moistened lips. Oddly enough, it didn't frighten her as it might have once, nor did the meaning of his words and what he expected her to do; the unbelievable erotic sensations that the charging cock in her now hotly accepting back passage was bringing her had all but destroyed any measure of moral decency she had ever known, and a new maddening excitement and desire abruptly sprang to life inside her!
Slowly, her eyes glazed over smokily and her small hand moved forward to encircle the husky, spearing rod of rigid flesh, and she felt him writhe and heard him groan to her touch as she pressed back the foreskin from the glistening head, exposing its pulsating glans tip. Then, a slight, idiot-like smile curling her lips, she manipulated the thick, outer layer of skin back and forth, fascinated with the hot feel of it in her dwarfed hand! She moved her face forward wantingly, as if magnetized by the phallic wonder, until her lips were but a fraction of an inch from touching it! She heard him grunt once more, while Chief Lannigan fucked furiously into her greedily clenching rectum from behind, spurning her on to suck in her breath and flick out her tongue, bringing it into warm wet contact with the soft, rubbery tip! Excitedly, she swirled her extended tongue around it in moist, experimental slowness, while the big man twisted and jerked to her taunting, until her lingual tip finally found the little split at its end and wiggled teasingly into it!
Jean tasted for the first time in her young life the pungent tang of the droplets of male lubricating fluid oozing from it and immediately a new, more enchanting ripple of pleasure coursed through her. Her teenaged nostrils flared excitedly while her hand smoothed back over the rock-hard shaft of flesh to its velvety base then downward to his bloated testicles. Moaning slightly at its hardness, she drew her nails gently beneath them as she had those slapping deliciously down into the moist, open slit of her cunt, finally weighing them in the small palm of her soft, warm hand. With her other hand, she again pressed the heavy foreskin back, exposing the bulbous head in its sleek nakedness. She moved her face forward, her moistly parting lips teasingly slipping over and fully encompassing the smooth, spongy head, letting it glide along the saliva-moistened length of her tongue as her damp, cylindrical mouth sucked in and absorbed more and more of it.
Max Keele grunted lustfully above her blonde head that had begun to move back and forth on his cock, instigating a pelvic counter-motion of his own, sliding his thick, revenge-hardened cock in and out of her angelic, youthful mouth with a viscidly moist sucking sound, guided by his hand entangled in her long hair behind her head. He watched the licentious puffing and contracting of her beautiful young cheeks as she worked slavishly on the end of his cock, while her whole supple, satiny body quivered from the powerful jolts of Lannigan's ramming cock smashing into her tender, unplundered rectum from behind, his rising sperm near-overwhelming him as he began to shove his throbbing prick forward between her now receptively sucking lips with a vengeance, his evil grin widening with every thrust into her eagerly ovaled mouth.
Jean couldn't resist the sudden, delicious thrill of a man's cock fucking her in her mouth and the lewd, lust-inciting realization that she was actually sucking it! Her brain reeled in glazed rapture and her body was alive with sensual bliss, even though she hardly felt human… more of a mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be pervertedly subjugated. She was actually reveling in the lewd debasement of being sodomized this first time in her life, while she, at the same time, sucked hungrily on her first male cock! She ground her trembling buttocks greedily now back against the man behind her's hairy pelvis and felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the open crevice between the cheeks of her bottom, sensing the dribbling of it down the backs of her smooth inner-thighs. At the same time, the mounting pressure in her vagina and loins signaled that something dynamic was soon going to happen deep inside her beautifully filled young belly…!