Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book three

A bitch, she was. Yes, there was no denying it now. The auburn-haired girl insanely moaned as she lowered her head and opened her lush, tongue-moistened lips, her green-eyes glazing when she slid them down over the hot, bevelled tip, working her curling tongue along the thickening length of it until her mouth was filled to the stretching point with the wild sweet-tasting animal-cock! Blindly, she locked her eager lips around it and immediately the sprawled dog began to obscenely pump his loins upward into her face, causing her to almost gag as it shot to the back of her throat then down, its entire length nearly disappearing between her hungry, ovally nursing lips!

Voraciously, Priscilla sucked, her lust-glutted mind totally devoid of reality. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated as she worked her head up and down, her tongue uncontrollably exploring the forbidden sleekness of his huge animal-penis! Her soft hand warmly cupped and caressed his massive, cum-filled balls, while at the same time she thrust her naked buttocks back in rhythm onto the growing hardness of Lobo's furiously plunging cock completely stuffing the stretched channel of her ass!

Oh! What would it taste like, its cum?

Less than human? Gamey? Sweet? Tangy! As hot and pungent as Mark's? God, it didn't matter now! She wanted it… wanted it shooting hotly into her mouth… to swallow his animal jism, feeling it dribbling down her throat, filling her raging belly just as Lobo's massive cock pummelling into her maddeningly stretched rectum was going to fill her bowels to the bursting point from behind! Together, they could drown her in their scalding, beast-sperm and… and she would cum like a boiling geyser! A-Any minute now! Ooohhh… she wanted them all to cum together… together!

She sensed the-oncoming explosion of the wolfish brute beneath her, its hardness abruptly swelling in her mouth and wildly she sucked it! It's tongue ceased in the blazing, wet crevice of her inflamed cunt, a weird whine come from down between her wide-spread legs as the first squirt of animal-cum gushed hotly up into her greedily working mouth! Then, it spurted an unending stream squirting from it! Lustfully, she swallowed in thick hungrily absorbing gulps, locking her lips tightly around the rhythmically ejaculating cock, determined not to lose the tiniest drop of the fiery cascading liquid!

Lobo growled fiercely from deep in his powerful throat.

Uncontrollably, Priscilla whimpered around the brute-cock slowly deflating in her mouth, feeling the thickly boiling liquid of Lobo's animal-sperm shoot far up into her rectum, and detonating her own final, shattering climax! Delicious spasms of insane release frantically rocketed through her! She could feel every contraction of his huge, hardened animal-cock as it incessantly squirted its load of wild, burning semen deep, deep up into her eager, inwardly sucking bowels!

She felt the dog tear his massively-swollen dog-knot from her rectum, bloodily rupturing her abused anus. And then she felt another animal mount her, his identical penis penetrating her cunt in one brutal thrust, beginning to fuck in and out wildly. Wildly.

On and on it went, like some pagan ritual performed as an offering to the devil himself, human gasps and animal growls filling the morning air in that alter-like alcove, until finally it was over when the third and unexpected canine penis erupted gushingly in her cunt and drew painfully out, devastatingly tearing her vagina as well, and the dishevelled auburn-haired girl was left lying obscenely spread out on the earthen spot dampened by her own urine, smeared and stinking with her own excrement. Finally, she raised her head to look around as a gasping tremor seized her half-naked young body in its lewdly splayed position. She was alone, quite alone. And then, she remembered, clambering to her knees to frantically search around her. They were gone, gone! They had taken her boots, scared off her horse, and left her here, miles from home, disgustingly soiled. With her climax she had dropped her face down on the muck of her own shit. Her own father wouldn't recognize her, nor could he stand to touch her now.

With thick trails of dog sperm running down her thighs, and looking like an impressionist's idea of a walking bowel movement, she crumpled down onto the ground and began to cry. And sob. And cry.

Repelled by what he had seen, Hemmings gathered up his equipment very quietly and moved away to where he had left his car, half a mile away and concealed in an arroyo. He would do some editing with both the tapes, distilling the best shots onto one tape, and send a copy to Priscilla. And he would make sure that DesirЋe would never be plagued with any kind of coercion from the spoiled Devereaux woman again.

He had been surprised when the third dog had shown up from nowhere to mount and copulate with the passionately-responding, kneeling girl. And as they loped away, they were joined by a fourth that had apparently been standing watch while the first three fulfilled their animal needs. So, there were four of them that he could see and while they didn't seem to be dangerous to a friendly male, they, like male chauvinists everywhere, were fully disposed to make use of any woman available at the time the need to rut arose. The leader, the only one with the tag, which said LOBO, had approached him cautiously at the house. It had been he that was attracted by the aroma of DesirЋe's pilfered panties. The others appeared to be free and without human ownership, and with a bit of that brawny, wolf-like quality that Lobo had. Lobo meant wolf in Spanish. He wondered if Liz Clark had given him that name.

Now, as he watched the marauding dogs disappear into the hills, Hemmings knew what he had to do. From his car, through his binoculars, he could see the weeping Priscilla trying to straighten her dirtied clothing. On painfully bare feet, she was hobbling over the rocky ground and making for the road. He couldn't leave her to walk all the way back with bleeding anus and vagina. In spite of his sins with DesirЋe, he had to remind himself that he was a medical doctor and a man of the church, and he would have to help her get to his office for an examination and medical attention, which, from what he had seen, she would need.

Robin had seen Priscilla go at high speed and had tried to follow her, but the older girl was a better rider and had a long headstart, so that soon Robin was forced to admit that she would never know just why her flighty and enigmatic cousin had rode out like the devil on some evil mission. Turning back, she hurried toward the house at a greater speed.

The reason for her haste was the sight of a huge, wolf-like German Shepherd watching her from a rock with baleful, yellow eyes. She did not know that the dog's name was Bruno and that he was probably the largest animal of his breed that she would ever see, nor that he was generally friendly and harmless, but she remembered the stories that DesirЋe had told her, and the fright, the electric frisson of terror that had shot from her tailbone to the back of her neck had galvanized her to kick the horse into a breakneck run. The horse himself smelled the wolf on the wind and panic lent wings to his hooves.

She quickly found that she could not control the stallion that she, unfortunately, had taken, and while she found she could hang on, even at high speed, stopping was impossible. She lay down over the horse's neck and dropped her eyes to the ground racing beneath her. It was a big horse and the fall could be very dangerous, and she knew that if the horse didn't stop soon, she could be severely injured or killed. She tried to call out but the rough motions of her mount and the punching saddle horn kicked the breath out of her.

Got to hold on! her terrified mind screamed. Hold on, Robin girl!