Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book four

And so, she forced herself to relax and let herself drift into an exhausted slumber.

Sam felt her sweet body melt. She was so wonderful to lie with this way, all feminine aromas and honeyed flesh. He felt content to stay like that, in the arms of this sexual Goddess, and would have been happy never to move, but after only ten minutes, he felt a hardness push against his soft and limp penis as it was gradually slipping from her vagina. The stiff prod turned out to be Billy's re-hardened cock seeking entrance where his own lay lifeless in the sucking mouth of her pussy. He allowed his shrunken hose to slip free, felt Billy's shaft find the opening and squeeze into the streaming hole.

Billy began fucking loudly and before long, DesirЋe was following his movements, her eyes half open and rolled back in her head. Sam lay quietly and watched her respond and lose her mind to the newly-stoked fires in her loins. He was getting aroused just watching her face as Billy fucked her from behind. She raised her upper leg to better accommodate Billy's driving cock and Sam could see the pink folds of her pussy taking the hammering cock.

He was hard again, Sam saw, so hard that he thought it would explode, but there seemed nowhere to put his aching member. It seemed impossible, but he moved into position, pressing his cockhead against Billy's slippery one, waiting for the instroke, and then fucked up inside her vagina, his penis driving inside her cunt right alongside his best friend's. Incredibly tight, but if she could take Clete's monstrous shaft, she could stretch to take both Sam's and Billy's cocks.

DesirЋe yelped, groaned, and swore. "Oh, shit! You're tearing me apart!"

But both young men fucked away in her tender, hideously stretched vagina and until she came again twice and her two lovers again pumped their creamy sperm into her belly.

Tanya had led Robyn room by room through the lovely, rambling home that she was watching for the Mitchells while they were away in Europe. While Uncle Jim Devereaux's house was just as big, she found the decorating more tasteful and opulent in DesirЋe's parent's house. She was impressed with the library, the high bookcases and DesirЋe's own collection of books on music and its history. For her young age, DesirЋe was quite an intellectual, Robyn surmised. But then, she had always known that her friend was talented and intelligent. She found it doubly hard to believe DesirЋe's admission that she had had an affair outside her marriage with some, as yet, unnamed man.

She would have been shocked to know that that man was Clete Anderson, the black town sheriff, whom DesirЋe had mentioned only once and in the worst possible context.

But that would be something for another day, if any day at all. The fact that DesirЋe had admitted to that certain indiscretion took some of the sting out of Robyn's conscience for her affair with her Uncle Jim, with whom, it must be admitted, she felt a great admiration, affection, and yes, most certainly, attraction. For even while she hated herself for her weakness, it took a great effort of will not to go running back to the Devereaux house for more of the same sexual stimulation she had been enjoying for the last few days.

She supposed that moving from this lovely house to Mark Denning's much smaller home would have been something of a hardship, though she understood that true love makes many such things easier. So, why had DesirЋe started an adulterous affair? Still, in her position in her strange relationship with her Uncle Jim, Robyn told herself that she had no right to judge. DesirЋe's peccadilloes could in no way approximate the wickedness of her affair with James Devereaux.

"And this is the bedroom," Tanya announced as they walked in. It was a big and airy room with a large, double window and louvered closet doors. "Rodney and I sleep in here now, and if anyone wanted to peek, they could hide in the closet and see everything we did – if we ever did anything."

In the final days of August, the room was hot and Tanya walked over and opened the window. From her angle of vision, she did not see Lobo waiting, and for once she was glad, for she wanted Robyn all to herself and was sure that Robyn would be terrified to see the legendary raping dog in the room with them. Smiling, she turned back to Robyn, an idea forming in her mind. She had liked the feel of the younger girl's firm, ripe, hard-nippled breast when she had touched it earlier and she had felt her lonely woman's lesbian longing for the other girl. Not that a man wasn't always better, just that this innocent, young brunette dancer was here and available and recently awakened by Jim Devereaux's randy penis just two days previously. Big Jim must be some man to have broken through this little cupcake's defenses.

Tanya laughed at herself, at the way she was thinking. Cupcake indeed! Robyn was just a couple of years younger than she.

Robyn was standing there, her arms at her sides, when Tanya crossed to her and put an arm around her waist, lightly pressing her left tit against Robyn's right.

"Cozy room, isn't it?" Tanya said in a low voice. "To think some kids are born to this, while the rest of us live like peasants. What's your place like back home, Robyn?"

Robyn smiled and she drew away from Tanya's friendly touch, though her body had been enjoying the tender brush of the older girl's breast against the sensitive nipple. "Like a peasant, of course. Uncle Jim's the rich man in the family and he's kept Priscilla bottled up like a rare perfume."

"Looks to me like she's rebelled in a big way," Tanya remarked. "How were you brought up?"

"Very, very straight."

Tanya drew the shy young girl down to sit on the bed beside her. "I don't suppose you ever felt like just up and breaking free?"

Robyn shook her head. "No, not really – well, not very often."

"I suppose your mother dragged you to church and told you never to let a man touch you," Tanya said, her finger lightly brushing the back of Robyn's hand where it lay on the bedspread. "But I guess you've seen by now that you missed out on a lot of fun."

Robyn blushed and dropped her gaze. She really didn't understand all the foreign, rebellious thoughts and impulses that whipped through her mind and flesh. She did know that she felt terribly ashamed by what she had done with her older lover, and somehow she blamed herself for enticing him into betraying the relationship of brothers, her father and her uncle. She also knew that the floodgates of her passion had been opened and, try as she might, found it impossible to stop the feelings from bubbling to the surface, upsetting her chaste scruples. Could she redeem herself from her own filth, now that she had committed fornication with her own uncle? Did she have the strength to resist these new impulses that had possessed her mind? She knew the best thing she could do now was to stay away from James Devereaux as much as possible.

The young coed felt a tingling on her thigh and saw that it was coming from the stroking of Tanya's magic fingertips.

She was very lovely, Tanya was, with long slender legs like Robyn's and a glow in her eyes that seemed to mesmerize her. Her face was very close to her own and she could feel the older girl's breath on her cheeks.

"Here, Robyn," Tanya whispered. "Let me take your hurt away."

As Tanya's lips moved toward hers, Robyn felt her own breathing quicken, and then, like an electric shock, the contact of labial flesh against labial flesh shot a bolt of current through her body that ricocheted up to the top of her head. Robyn moaned with startled passion and felt Tanya's hands playing over her clothed body as her unresisting lips were pried open by a questing tongue.

"Baby, you're going to feel so good before the day is out," Tanya said. "You'll be in no hurry to go back to that other place."