Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book four

But now, after having crossed the boundaries of race and all decency, she had sunk to the very depths. She was taking two men at once, one of them in a forbidden spot reserved for excretion only, in the most unnatural way. Her poor back passage was burning, spasming around the penis stretching it, and she felt she must die of shame and embarrassment. Anything but this, please! She felt like begging him to stop, that she would let him do it in the natural way, if only he would stop.

Not that it felt bad, for the pain had vanished almost immediately. Once the muscle had stretched, it was not uncomfortable, for the opening had passed objects of similar size and shape before, but the idea of being used this way was so loathsome as to nearly mask the sensations caused by the dual shuttling motions of the invading penises.

Sam held his cock planted deep, feeling that of his friend, fucking into her honeyed vagina from the front, rubbing his through the tender wall separating the twin, pleasure-giving channels. He could feel Billy's cockhead, swollen to bursting, alongside his own, ramming up and down in her belly like a fleshy piston. The three of them had become a single machine of passion and pleasure. Sam initiated a smooth thrusting up and down in her rectum, his knees braced against Billy's.

DesirЋe opened her mouth to protest, to beg for mercy, but a wave of sensation passed through her, from one penis to the other, and she began trembling violently. Sam fucked her asshole carefully, drawing incredible pleasure from her silky, hot inner surfaces sliding over his cock. This girl could kill a man with pleasure, and could thereby tame any man she let into her.

Billy felt Sam's cock rubbing against his own, and felt the girl begin to groan and move with a new frenzy. She began to jerk wildly, her two holes clamping down on the cocks fucking them. Billy felt her juices gush out over his balls and cock and knew she was coming. He was making her climax, and he just couldn't believe it! He was making this lovely girl, better looking that anything he could ever hope to buy with a thousand dollars, come like a river. Her swampy crotch was making sucking noises as she ground her pussy against him in circles.

And then sagged forward over Billy, panting and whimpering with exhaustion.

Sam, feeling her anus clasping spasmodically around his hard cock, said, "I want some of that pussy."

"I didn't come yet," Billy said, beginning to shuttle his prick into her still body as best he could. "But I guess we can trade places."

"On the bed."

"Yeah."

Sam drew out of her asshole slowly, stood, grasped her under her arms. Billy got up and helped him carry her to the bed. Sam repositioned the cameras to take in the next episode, and then, while Billy stood jacking his cock and watching, got onto the bed. DesirЋe's eyes were open, watching him come down over her. In her situation, she had bonded with him as her protector against the insane other half of the kidnapping team, taking him for a friend. Now, as he hooked his hands under her knees and drew them high and wide apart, he looked down at her enticing vulval slit covered with the soft pelt of butterscotch-colored hair, lying like cornsilk on the plump labia, either side of the delicious, wet furrow.

DesirЋe's breasts heaved with her breathing as she looked up at him helplessly, knowing that a second penis would soon be sluicing wetly into her sacred vagina. She peered between the ample melons of her round tits as his cockhead disappeared below the hairy mound of her pussy. She felt the insistent prod of his flaring glans, felt the mouth of her cunt yield and stretch, giving way before the young man's lusting thrust. Once again, she caught her breath in a gasp as he eased his cock into her vagina, his weight supported on one arm while his other held one of her knees high and wide. Their eyes locked as the intimate penetration deepened, then the both looked down to watch it happen, as they alternately glanced from each other's face to the junction of their genitals. Sam saw her tender flesh swell outward, the labia doubled back.

Billy watched, jacking his big cock while his best friend sank his cock into the cunt of the most beautiful girl he had ever known, saw her mouth open wide as Sam's shaft slowly and completely disappeared from sight, his big balls swinging against her exposed asshole, raw and red from the fucking it had received and which had helped bring her to her first orgasm. When he was all the way in, Sam lowered himself onto the comfort of her tits, which bulged out to the sides, and the girl's legs, trembling in the air, slowly raised up higher and folded around her new lover's lean buttocks, which began to slowly rise and fall, driving the rampant cudgel of his penis in and out of her soft, tight vagina.

Billy knew what his friend was feeling and knew that he would not want to change places very soon, so he stepped back and flopped in the chair, stroking himself to bring back the sensations he had relinquished when they had drawn their wet cocks from her juicy, young, female belly.

Sam was fucking her, and he had never felt anything so pleasant in his life, her tightness and tenderness goading him on involuntarily to the next deep, hard stroke, and the next and the next, in and out of her pink, honeyed palace of joy and pleasure. He felt her moving instinctively with him, pushing her vagina up and over his cock, matching him stroke for stroke, feeling the inner surfaces of her flexing asscheeks clutching at his down-swinging balls, her fingers gripping his shoulders and pulling him down close to her, so that her panting breaths puffed in his ear. She was so sexually hungry, he wondered if her politician husband was giving her regular sex or not. And he heard her very quiet voice in his ear grunting quietly whenever his penis hit an especially sensitive spot inside her.

"You… you won't let him hurt me, will you?" she whispered. "I didn't hurt his brother. I – agh – agh – I've never hurt anyone."

Trying to control his voice in spite of the feelings the loving grip of her cunt was raising in him, Sam whispered to her, "I'll do my best, DesirЋe, but – agh – aaaaagh – but you've got to make – aaaagh, shit – you've got to make him like you. Don't let him think you don't like him."

DesirЋe strained harder against him, feeling the reaming stab of his cock to her cervix, making her womb vibrate with desire for his cum. He began fucking her faster and faster, rising up over her so that his thrusts jarred her heavy tits and made them roll on her chest. Sam could see the inner lips of her pussy gripping his penis, could feel his passion building.

And then she was coming again, great shudders of body-quaking explosions ripping through her loins as her nails scored his back. She moaned and whimpered for a long moment, and fell back, her pussy still squeezing his cock in spasms.

– you've got to make him like you, came the echoes of her present lover's admonition in her mind. She had to make him like her, but how? While Sam, whose name she did not know, continued fucking his cock into her still-hot vagina, she turned her half-closed eyes toward Billy, sitting in the chair masturbating. Taking a chance, she reached out her hand for him.

At first he didn't notice, but then he got up and stepped over to the bed, leaning his knees against the edge of the mattress. DesirЋe's hand moved slowly, timidly to his prick, which she found difficult to encompass, and began stroking it up and down in the same way he had been doing to himself. Billy took a deep breath, smiled, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back, savoring her gentle touch.

Sam kept fucking DesirЋe and she urged him quietly, "Please don't stop," she said in her silky voice. "Don't stop yet, please."

"You like it, baby?" he whispered, feeling her left arm distractedly moving her hand up and down Billy's cock, her thoughts on the deep electric feelings in the loving vagina.