Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book four

Things went through his mind. Priscilla was a malicious bitch, and selfish beyond understanding. Mark berated himself for ever having had anything to do with her, and hating himself for their brief, ill-advised affair. He knew that the auburn-haired harridan still entertained ideas of resuming their relationship, and he now knew that she was not above exposing DesirЋe to anything that might get him back into her life and her bed.

Priscilla brayed with laughter from the part-concealment of the tree, and from her position beneath Lobo, Tanya looked up, seeing the gun in the grinning woman's hand.

"Go on, bitches," Priscilla screeched. "Get on down with those fucking dogs. That's all you're good for now." And she laughed in a high, manic voice at the sight of the two friends kneeling on the ground in bestial passion.

At that moment, Billy and Sam arrived at the edge of the clearing and without breaking from cover looked up at the woman howling with laughter in the tree. They recognized Priscilla Devereaux, her beautiful face distorted by insane hate and perverted emotions, like the jealous queen that killed Snow White. But this fairy tale princess was blonde and she was kneeling subserviently beneath a huge German Shepherd dog being fucked out of her mind.

Sam had never seen such a large dog of that breed. He would have stood hip-high to the tall female with which he was now copulating and his penis was like something from a nightmare. When he drew back, leaving some of its length still buried in the girl's body, fully nine inches emerged, nearly turning her pink vagina inside out, nearly two inches of her delicate, inner tissues pulling out of her, which then folded back inside her as the animal thrust forward with an audible wet sound. The ponderous size of the dog's organ kept him from moving at the normal canine speed of copulation. He thrust slowly, his uplifted tail waving happily behind him, his long tongue drooling slaver onto the smooth sweep of the girl's back.

But DesirЋe was not an unwilling participant, Sam could see. She was jerking and bucking and moaning with pleasure, her knees placed wide on the grass, parting her sweet asscheeks and scrubbing her winking, twitching anus against the fur of the dog's belly. In the last hour, she had developed a skill for having sex with large dogs, and the motions were becoming natural to her. At times she became so avid that she would rise up on her toes, lifting her bottom high, to sheath the giant cock. And, Sam could see, it was nearly three inches thick. How the tight, little pussy he had fucked last week could accommodate such a huge organ, Sam did not know, but it was the most amazing, lewd sight he had ever seen.

At this moment, Rodney and Clete arrived at the clearing from another direction, and true to the hunter's craft, stayed within concealment, as did the other two men across the ground from them. Rodney, his eyes catching the amazing sight of two women in sexual congress with dogs, went to work right away with the camera. He had expected to see DesirЋe here, and though he was completely taken aback at seeing the beautiful, prudish girl squealing and jerking on the giant dog's glistening wet cock, he made sure he captured every detail with his camera. The other girl's face was turned away, and he assumed that it was Priscilla who was being serviced by the other dog.

Fuck! This is worth a million bucks! Two innocent women being raped by dogs, and then responding passionately. He clicked away ceaselessly. The fact that DesirЋe was doing this was chilling, and the pictures were much too explicit and obscene for any national publication, but they were proof positive of the truth of the story that he had been trying to investigate all summer, a cult of bestiality, like rumors of a witch coven in Iowa, or UFOs in Texas. Rodney finished a roll of film, changed cameras, and when that was empty, re-loaded them both.

He needed a different angle and in disregard for any other consideration, broke cover and ran around the edge of the clearing, in plain sight of Sam and Billy.

Clete cursed, for the reporter was disturbing the scene. He had to get these dogs today, and he felt he could do it as soon as they had climbed down from the two unfortunate women, but he could not take a chance on hitting them with a wild shot while they were being fucked by the dogs. Now, Rodney was ruining everything.

Yes, thought Tanya, when she saw him. The silly idiot is ruining everything, and she saw the astounded look on his face as he moved to a different point and saw that it was his own wife being shagged silly by Lobo. He was so shocked that he held his finger down and the camera was taking pictures of everything on its own.

"Tanya!" Rodney gasped, watching her humping her hot, wet pussy back onto Lobo's huge cock.

"Rod-Rodney," his wife choked, "f-forgive me, honey. I can't stop myself."

Rodney looked up and his camera caught Priscilla in the tree as she screamed with laughter. That clearing in the forest was a scene of utter madness, of rutting dogs and degraded women, of hate and malice and animalism, with sweet, lovely DesirЋe Denning at the center of the whole thing, the focus for the drives of the dogs and the insanity of the madwoman in the tree. It was beyond belief. Rodney had always worshipped DesirЋe, the silver-voiced angel too beautiful, too pious to be a nun, now spitted on the huge cock of a wild dog and whinnying like a mare in heat.

DesirЋe looked up as another cataclysmic orgasm began to wrack her body. Her insides were melting with ecstasy, her skin burning, and she felt rivers of sweat running off her. Heavy droplets of it were dripping from her swollen, red nipples as they danced upside down beneath her. Bruno whined and then seemed to roar like a lion as the most gut-wrenching coming of his life shattered his loins. Priscilla, as well as all the men watching, saw his enormous, buried penis expand and throb, pumping his virulent sperm deep into DesirЋe's forever-stretched vagina, filling her to the scuppers. She saw the thick, white liquid explode from the tightly-locked rim of her tender hole to run in thick rivulets down her quivering thighs to pool in the hollows behind her knees or to cascade like a waterfall from her bursting cunt to the grass between her knees. All the dogs stopped still, watching their companion gushing his cream into the squealing, grunting female beneath him.

Priscilla was looking down, and expected Bruno's apple-sized knot to weld him to DesirЋe for half an hour, but the blonde relaxed her muscles and let it slowly slip free, coated with the juices of her passion and the emission of four lusty German Shepherds. And while her sweet, honeyed womb teemed with the foreign sperm of those great animals, Priscilla, regardless of the reporter standing in plain sight snapping pictures, snapped.

"Time for payback, you bitch!" Priscilla cried, furious that DesirЋe had derived so much joy and pleasure from being mounted and humiliated by four rutting, savage dogs. She swung out of her partial concealment, her left hand holding onto a branch above her head while her right raised the revolver and pointed it at poor, spent, trembling DesirЋe, who was trying to raise herself from the subservient position she had been in for over an hour. "Eat lead, you dirty blonde bitch!" And she fired.

The bullet struck the ground between DesirЋe's knees, splashing the puddle of dog jism there in myriad droplets over DesirЋe's sweat-coated belly and breasts. She cried out in terror and tried to scramble up from her sore, painful knees, but Priscilla was already aiming, more carefully this time, for the kill.

At the same time as Clete bounded out into the clearing with his shotgun, Sam stood up thirty feet away. He had seen DesirЋe's danger and he acted without thinking, his pistol firing wildly at the tree. Most of the bullets went wild, but one of them struck flesh, hitting Priscilla in the wrist, shattering it, while the shards of bone shredded the flesh, completely severing the hand, which kept its grip on the branch while its owner tumbled untidily to the ground. She came down hard on her cheek, the stump of her wrist spouting blood from the artery, but her rage dampened the pain and where she would normally have collapsed in shock, she came up firing. One bullet struck Sandy behind the shoulder. The next one hit Sam in the knee.