Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book four

DesirЋe moved that way for a long time until Billy was groaning and giving an upward stab each time her steaming vagina lowered and swallowed his penis. There were other sounds too, coming from somewhere, human sounds that she thought she recognized. Yes, she knew those sounds well, for she had heard them before, heard them when Mark made love to her and when Clete was raising her to the heights of sexual joy just 48 hours ago. It was her own clear voice, tightened with passion, groaning, moaning, grunting and sighing, barely audibly, almost just a vibration in her head, but growing in volume with each passing moment.

Sam watched her from several feet behind, watched her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, shimmering as she moved, her beautiful derriere rising and falling like a white, inverted heart, the round cheeks parting as she raised them, tipping them up, the cleft opening each time to flash the enticing, pinkish halo of her anus, centered with a tiny dimple so perfect that it looked as if it had never been used for any purpose. A fraction of an inch below that private opening, so clearly displayed, was the entrance for Billy's veiny cock, the thin, perfect edges closed wetly around that shaft, sucking it inside toward her hungry womb. Each time her butt rose, her soft, delicate cuntal lining clung to the penis, to be swallowed back inside as her pretty hips moved back down, the round loaves jiggling as they dropped onto the man's thighs.

Sam saw that she was getting into it, her wet, sucking pussy loving the cock thrusting into it, and he remembered how she had responded when Johnny had taken her on her own bed, but two or three months previously. He had been surprised that she had not recognized either him or Billy when they picked her up on the road today, but he had no way of knowing that Dr. Hemmings had used hypnosis and drugs to cloud memories that would be painful to the dear girl. Whatever was going on in her head, her body was loving what was going on in her little cunt.

And from the way his cock was throbbing, Sam knew that he wouldn't be able to wait much longer to get into the girl. The thing was, Billy was digging it and it was obvious that he had no intention of cutting his own pleasure short just to accommodate his best friend. But his cock was so swollen and painful at watching the beautiful girl moving and fucking so gracefully that he had to loosen his pants to relieve the pressure. He watched her rising and falling, her cunt slurping audibly up and down Billy's long, thick shaft and felt a need building that he could not control.

Kicking off his shoes, Sam let his pants fall to the floor with his shorts and, stepping free of the puddle of clothing, walked forward, his eyes on the junction of the other man's cock with the girl's cunt. Billy's bulging scrotum and DesirЋe's thighs were already shiny and dripping with her lubricant and the inner surfaces of her open buttocks were coated with it as well, her cute asshole shining wetly. Where one hole was occupied, another was vacant, and Sam decided that, after having saved her life, at least for the time being, he should be the first to use the coquettishly-winking orifice.

Billy opened his eyes on the divine sight of the beautiful blonde servicing his heavy penis with her silky, babyish vagina. She was the sight of dreams, her round, pink-nippled breasts bouncing tautly each time her bottom touched his thighs. Her cherry-lipped mouth opened and closed partway with her breathing and with the feelings of rapture that were beginning shoot through her loins, causing her fertile womb to vibrate and sing with joy. Whatever her mind thought, whatever her lips spoke, her cunt loved cock, any cock that could bring it to orgasm. And while he watched her jiggling tits, he saw two hands come up under her arms and spread their fingers across them, squeezing them as if to milk them of the life that someday they would give to the child her pure womb would bear.

He saw Sam's face over her shoulder, saw his friend place his lips on her shoulder in a sucking, hungry kiss. DesirЋe impulsively pressed back against him, her body given over to the sensuality growing inside her. His hands rubbed down her belly and found her clitoris, stroking it while Billy's prick drove up and down inside her, and Billy felt the touch of his friend's fingers more than once by accident.

DesirЋe's brain swam with the enormity of what she was doing and was being done to her, the incredible perversity of being sandwiched in between two men. She squirmed her ass back against Sam, perhaps to push him away, or perhaps to entice him, overwhelmed with the physical chaos she was engaged in. She felt his hand tweaking her clit, felt another hand between her asscheeks, rubbing fondly over her anus, digging into it until a fingertip slipped inside. Oh, no! He's touching my bumhole, putting his finger inside! Somehow, recollections of an earlier troilistic invasion was coming back to her, the face of Johnny, and of these other two young men, all together on a bed, hands feeling over her while one of them fucked her pussy. Recollections, unclear, of gut-wrenching shame and degradation, of being raped while these two held her, resistance and then acceptance, a building pleasure interrupted by a blood-curdling roar, the roar of a lion perhaps, and then all three of them running, leaving her… to what?

But her thoughts wavered from those nebulous, dream-like memories with the pleasant immediacy of what was happening now. Billy was hoisting her hips up and down, reaming her innocent pussy with his driving cock, while Sam's hands played over other sensitive areas. She felt his hands rubbing up and down in the cleft of her buttocks, over her anus, one fingertip intruding, and then two, stretching her open and filling her with a strange feeling.

"DesirЋe, honey," he was saying in her ear. "I've got to have you now, baby." She felt herself warm to his words, hoping this other man would take her away from the one whose cock was filling her belly now, this man she loathed even while he raised her to sensuous heights. But the feelings were irresistible and she was unable to stop herself from bending her head forward and kissing him on the mouth. Billy opened his lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

Sam looked down and wet his cockhead with saliva, slowing her hips' motion with his hands, pushing the perforated tip toward the tight, untouched hole, centering it over the twitching hole and pressuring forward, feeling the tightness resist, resist, and then yield, her warmth flowing over his cock like molten lava.

DesirЋe felt the uncomfortable stretching of her most private, never-before-touched rear hole, choked on Billy's tongue, and groaned.

"Oh, no, not there!" she cried, feeling Sam's arm encircle her waist from behind, pressing her belly so that she was forced back on his hard cock squeezing deeper into her rectum. Was there no limit to the degradation she must endure? Fucking her backside! She had read about things like this, but had no idea she would ever participate, and that it was happening at the same time as another man fucked up and down in her vagina at the same time, well, it was unbearable. There was a fire burning through her, from her well-stretched pussy to the hideously and unnaturally distended rim of her anus and the two cocks were like electrodes arcing a current between them through her genitals.

Having forgotten through hypnotic suggestion all that she had been through in the last few months, she was shattered by the realization of what she was doing. In her mind, her abasement had begun when Clete had used a pornographic film – which she could not remember having participated in – to lure her into a disgusting session of sex in his back office, of all places, while Mark loitered around in the front. She remembered how she had felt, still bucking madly in the throes of her orgasm, when Mark had ventured into the back office and seen her with the black sheriff thrusting into her wet vagina from behind. Disaster had only been avoided because Mark had not seen her face.