Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book three

"Listen to me, DesirЋe, listen to me now," he said in a soft but insistent voice. "I want you to listen to me. You are going to forget everything that has happened. Forget Lobo, both times that he mounted you. Forget the whole episode. Forget Clete Anderson and what he did to you, and forget Buchanan. Those things are just bad dreams. They will become less and less vivid with each passing day, just like any dream, until, a week from now, you will forget them completely. You'll forget everything you've ever done with any male, human or canine, besides your own husband. You'll forget everything that has ever happened in my office here in the last three months. The memories will slowly dissipate, until you won't be able to remember a thing about them. And you will forget the video tape. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Doctor," she said, nodding trustingly. "They are just dreams. Oh, I'm so glad they are just bad dreams."

"Just bad dreams, but you're forgetting them."

"Forgetting them."

"And now I'm going to do something to make you feel good and forget them." He reached over and began unbuttoning her blouse while he started moving his finger in her cunt again. The juiciness returned and her pussy began moving in tiny circles. Baring her huge tits, he tickled the prominent pink nipples while he worked with his other hand to slide her skirt off her hips. Pulling her to a sitting position he worked the clothing off her upper body.

Supporting herself on her straight arms she looked into Hemmings' face. "That feels better, Doctor," she whispered. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because, I must. You know I must. It's part of your therapy."

"Oh, yes, now I remember… I think."

"Yes, it helps you forget your bad dreams, and purify your womb for motherhood."

Still stirring up her feminine lubricants, he unfastened his belt and pants and pushed down his undershorts. His big cock, released like a wild animal, sprang free, dripping its own liquid from the perforated tip.

"Now, DesirЋe, I want you to look straight up at the ceiling and think of the happiest thing you can think of, whatever makes you feel good and warm. Whatever makes you have orgasms. Do you know what makes you orgasm?"

DesirЋe's face softened into a beautiful, dreamy expression and her lips curled into an irresistible smile, showing a flash of perfect, white teeth. "Mark," she sighed. "Oh, Mark, he makes me come!"

Hemmings grimaced with jealousy, and, hoisting up the girl's knees so that they gaped wide, like the jaws of an alligator, and the soft, hair-covered lips of her love-slit parted. He maneuvered the throbbing head of his cock into the warm crease, running it up and down in the furrow to part the fine tendrils of hair and find the eagerly palpitating opening of DesirЋe's sweet vagina. The soft labia circled the glans like a fur collar and her clitoris pulsated against the purplish, mushrooming male organ. Hemmings took a deep breath, remembering and then making himself forget that he was a doctor and a pastor that she trusted. Forgetting, and breathing unevenly as he leaned slowly forward, applying pressure with the head of his prick, until her tight ring of flesh yielded and opened around the leaking tip.

DesirЋe caught her breath and Hemmings stretched out his hands and grabbed her magnificent, creamy-skinned, round tits as he leaned forward and slid deeply into her cunt. He could feel that she had been doing her exercises faithfully, for her feminine channel, which had been incredibly tight the last and only time he had fucked it, two months before, was now like a mousetrap. He slid in deep and in a spasm of sexual pleasure, she reached up and gripped his biceps.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried, rocking her knees back.

Hemmings began fucking her smoothly and slowly, looking down to where his rock-hard cock thrust back and forth in her tender, pink-lipped pussy, hearing the gentle squishing sounds of her juicy cuntal caress. He pushed in deeper and deeper with each stroke until she felt his big, heavy scrotum slapping up against her tight, little anus.

"Are you thinking of your-your husband?" he said, trying to control his breathing as he sluiced in and out of her young, almost untouched vagina, chafing the insides of her thighs as he thrust again and again into her hot, hairy cleft.

"Thinking," she moaned. "Dreaming. Oh, I'm dreaming of Mark. He feels so good inside of me!" She heaved upward toward him again and again, her thighs gripping his hips urgently as he plunged in and out. "Oh, my God, deeper, darling, deeper and harder! Faster!" Her pussy was circling around his buried penis. She panted, more and more excitedly, and she directed her misty gaze at his face. Eyes widening, she looked downward to where Hemmings was working sweatily between her thighs.

"Dr. Hemmings! Oh, no, what are you doing?"

The doctor closed his hands on her soft waist and fucked her a bit faster.

"DesirЋe, this is part of your treatment. You must trust me."

"But, Doctor, you're-you're doing it to me."

"… all right," he gasped. "It's all right. It's part of your treatment, and it's only a dream anyway. You need me, and I must do this to you. For you."

He thought of her innocence and beauty. He didn't think he could stand the thought of her being away from him, even if she was here with Mark Denning. He must ensure that she never left Pickford's Meadows. She needed a baby, Mark wasn't doing his duty, and here he, Hemmings, was, his penis in her sweet vagina, ready to flood her unprotected womb with his seed. He had an idea, just then, that he should impregnate her himself, bind her to him that way, even though she might be away with her over-lucky young husband more often than not. Buchanan had probably failed in his perverse design; he would check her urine specimen to find out. But if DesirЋe could be made to come to the office every three days, Hemmings could make sure the job was done properly. It would help keep her together with Mark and maybe keep things stable. And, as long as Braun's hypnotic suggestion kept her mind clouded to reality, she would think the baby was Mark's and he, Hemmings, would be able to use her body regularly.

DesirЋe felt the wonderful shaft of his cock driving back and forth in the sensitive sleeve of her young, tight cunt, felt the tickling of his hairy scrotum in the gaping cleft of her bottom. The soft crown of the shaft pushed again and again into her innocent cervix, sensitized by her passion, dilating receptively to the coming flood of sperm. Mark and Hemmings had somehow melded into the same heavily fucking body wallowing in the pleasure of the trough of her spread and raised thigh.

The doctor looked down at where his thick, glistening prick sank into her heaving belly, at the soft labia, covered with rich, buttery tendrils of soft hair, doubled over on each side of the invading organ. With each withdrawal, thin pink ridges of her inner vaginal lining clung lovingly to the retreating penis, then folded back inside as he thrust deeply back into her tender, swampy warmth. DesirЋe gave soft, throaty whimpers and grunts with each welcome thrust into her sweet cunt and her bouncy buttocks thumped audibly on the examining table, her copious lubricants puddling on the leather.

Hemmings groaned, feeling the erotic caress of her silky vagina over the length of big cock. These thoughts weren't doing anything for his control, thinking of the innocent beauty secretly carrying his child, caring for her weekly in his office, delivering the baby. All he had to do was give her a regular sperm injection, the natural way, like this, with all the erotic pleasure he was feeling now. While Mark despised her for having been raped twice by the devil dog, Lobo, Hemmings could be enjoying her intimate, girlish charms.

He began to fuck her faster, whipping her overly-wet pussy up into a lather. Reaching underneath his own swinging balls, he found her exercise-tightened anus and slid his finger into her rectal warmth, feeling the bulge of his cockhead driving up and down in the snug sleeve of her vagina. Yes, he was in there good. Through the thin wall, he pressed against his shaft with his intruding finger, increasing his own pleasure, felt his penis swell dangerously close to ejaculation. Whipping his finger free of her asshole, he grabbed her hips and sped his deep, loving thrusts into her cunt. DesirЋe's legs closed around his waist and her arms around his neck as he boffed her faster, faster and harder and deeper.