Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book four

"I think we're following the wrong trail, Billy," Sam remarked, trying to catch his breath. "We're not going to be in any shape for a fight if we do find him. We've lost the element of surprise. We'll stagger out there like boxers at the end of fifteen, and he'll blow us away."

But Billy seemed to feel no fatigue. He was high on cocaine and utterly obsessed, nearly having forgotten his reason for revenge, his brother's murder. His irrational brain was fixed on one thing, Clete Anderson, the object of his hate, and he had left aside all fear and discretion. He was sweating freely, like an overworked horse and his heart pounded wildly in his chest, but the drugs he had inhaled kept rationality far from the present situation. He was carrying two pistols and a shotgun, while Sam reluctantly toted a small revolver, though he felt that at some time it was more likely that he should have to use it on his companion. His knees were aching from the pounding over the ground as they arrived, only by chance and by a serpentine route, near the clearing where poor DesirЋe was undergoing her ordeal, which now had passed beyond forty minutes while her would-be rescuers stumbled around in the woods.

And there, just thirty yards from where the young bride was going through the most humiliating and degrading experience of her life, Billy stumbled and hit his head.

Tanya happened onto the clearing so suddenly that it took her, and its occupants, by surprise. Bruno and Dusty, near to breaking into a savage fight, were startled and stopped their lunging and circling, and in a moment recognized their devoted friend and human lover. Tanya was shocked to see her best friend DesirЋe in an obscene dog-fucking position doing just that, her body jerking, bottom punching back at Sandy as if there were no tomorrow, while animal grunts of passion tumbled from her throat. Her fingers were clawing at the ground, pulling up tufts of grass, while Sandy was coming in her. Tanya could see the blonde's pussy sucking at the throbbing cock, heavy drops of sperm leaking from the tightly stretched rim of the delicate orifice.

Meanwhile, Lobo appeared to be aroused anew, his incredible cock protruding again from its furry scabbard, almost as large as Bruno's, which was fairly close to bursting. With the smell of females in the air, the animals were in a rutting, mating frenzy and it appeared that they would soon forget their companionship and go at each other's throats. DesirЋe did that to men, and male animals it seemed, without even trying or knowing she could. Tanya's main worry was that if they began a fight over possession of DesirЋe pussy, she might be seriously injured or killed in the dogfight. Lobo was coming around for another turn at the girl's sweet body and Bruno, nearly as large as a Shetland pony and with a penis to match, was clearly determined to sample what the others had already enjoyed.

DesirЋe was alternately sobbing and groaning with pleasure in a way Tanya had not thought possible for the chaste, prudish blonde to do. Look at that sweet pussy go, she thought as she watched DesirЋe churning her tightly expanded cuntal foramen around the swollen cock. Sandy was struggling to get the bulge of his cock free of her vagina's tight-muscled grip and with the way Lobo was stirring things up, Tanya feared that that cock knot would tear the poor girl asunder. She had to do something to calm Lobo down, and she did the only thing she could think of.

Reaching up under her skirt, she slid off her panties as she kicked off her shoes, hiked up her skirt, and assumed the dog position on the grass where Lobo could see her. Reaching between her spread thighs, she rubbed her pussy to bring up her lubrication and her irresistible feminine aroma. She saw Lobo jerk, saw him sniff, and then immediately circle around behind her. Lobo mounted her and buried his cock in her receptive and willing cunt and began his fuck-strokes that would soon bring them both to orgasm.

Tanya succeeded in catching DesirЋe's eye, and the blonde gasped and groaned with shame.

"Oh, Tanya! Please don't watch!" she squealed as Sandy finally slid his oozing cock out of her cunt and backed off, making way for Bruno, who was nearly in a state of madness.

"Don't worry, kid, I won't tell a soul if you don't." Already Tanya was feeling the heat of her passions, a purely biological reaction to the friction of Lobo's massive cock, and she began to move to pleasure both him and herself. Her eyes began to narrow with the familiar feelings at the same time as Bruno reared up and settled on DesirЋe's uplifted buttocks. She moaned and sobbed at the inevitability of it as she felt his ponderous cock swinging back and forth between her parted thighs, banging against one and then the other of her sperm streaked legs. The tip of the horse-like cock pushed against the split mound of her pussy, finding the slit, mashing against the fiery clitoris, then finding the tight, raw loop of her cuntal orifice. Immediately, he romped forward, sliding easily on the sluice of his partners' seminal cream, parting the delicate walls in rippling waves before the tunneling head, until it was interred to the hilt, nearly twelve inches of vile, wild dog cock buried in her unwanting belly.

DesirЋe cried out, and then yelped sharply as Bruno, without a moment's hesitation, began fucking her as neither he, nor she, had ever fucked before. "Oh, oh, ooooooooooh," howled the young blonde bride as she felt her cervix pushed up into her belly as far as her navel. If she had thought the others were savage-fucking, heavily endowed beasts, then this animal was the daddy of them all. She felt his huge balls swinging up beneath her on each stroke to collide with her tender, hairy pubis, wringing a surprised cry of pleasure from her each time they beat against her super-sensitive clitoris.

The sound of the abused blonde's voice carried to Billy and Sam, as the latter was just bringing his friend around from the trip over the exposed tree root, which had stunned him slightly. At the sound of DesirЋe's pitiful cry, his eyes sharpened and he sprang up.

"She's fucking him," Billy said, drawing his gun and checking the load. "Clete's fucking the bitch and I'm going to whack him while he's on the job."

Sam was horrified. Billy would shoot DesirЋe in the process, and that just wouldn't do. Sure, she had a taste for black cock, but Sam couldn't forget the way her eyes had looked into his when they were coming together, the way she had cooed when he flooded her cunt with his cream. She belonged to him, at least a part of her, and Billy mustn't be allowed to hurt her. As for Clete, he could watch out for himself, and Sam was happy to let him die. He had murdered Johnny after all.

Sam tried to prepare himself as he followed his crazy friend. He could tell that the sounds were coming from fairly close by.

The sounds of DesirЋe's moaning voice caused Clete and his companion to stop in their tracks.

"Did you hear that?" Clete asked Rodney.

Rodney's eyes were wide. "Think so. Sounded like DesirЋe's voice. She's the only one in the world with tones like that."

The sheriff listened carefully, hearing distant sounds of torment – or passion. His hand shot out and he starting running. "That way."

Rodney followed.

It crossed Mark's mind that he would have to get more exercise and fewer lunch cocktails with his political associates. The breath was burning in his tortured lungs and his run was down almost to a walk. He had thought he heard a distant gunshot, nearly an hour ago, and he had begun to run, but his physical conditioning was not up to the demands of the situation. He was nearly to the forest toward which he had seen three other vehicles driving. How he would find them once he got into the trees was anybody's guess.