Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book three

DesirЋe glanced at Clete, shaking her head in disgust. Then her eyes were drawn back to the screen and she saw the frame widen to show that the girl there was a blonde with buttery, yellow hair that flowed over her shoulders. To Clete's face contorted with pleasure as he drove into her vagina ceaselessly, relentlessly. His white teeth bared animalistically in his dark-skinned face. The sheen of sweat on his massive pectorals and deltoids, like the glow on the girl's pumping round bottom. Back to the girl's golden tresses and hint of a profile, then to her heavy, swinging breasts, a single drop of perspiration gathering and then dripping from one taut, glowing nipple. Feminine grunts of bursting passion, her entire body shuddering with an orgasm, to the black cock swelling, throbbing, throbbing streams of thick, white semen into the girl's pure belly. Her cries of release as she came again.

And then, finally, a shot of the girl's face, the straight, aristocratic nose, fine, sculpted jaw, beautiful, wide, blue eyes beneath graceful eyebrows shining with sweat…

The face, DesirЋe's, and the girl was she, DesirЋe, and suddenly a dim memory came flooding back to her, of the night Priscilla had drugged her and led her into that evil episode. Still a dim memory, but now becoming real with the evidence of it. She had had sex with Clete, and for some reason, she had enjoyed it and forgotten it. And it must have been Priscilla who had wielded the camera, and she must have been drugged, perhaps, for she had no clear recollection.

"Yes, DesirЋe," he said quietly, putting his hand softly on her shoulder. "I think it does concern Mark. It's you and me making love, having hot and beautiful sex, and you can see how much you loved having me inside you."

She stared at the screen, incredulous, both dainty hands pressed against her big, heaving breasts, the nipples swelling and hardening reflexively against her palms. Her eyes were glued to the sight of her own writhing body jerking in fulfilment on the black man's deeply-buried ejaculating penis, and she cringed at the sound of her own passionate moans and grunts blending with those of her film lover.

Hyperventilating at the shock, she felt herself losing consciousness, and Clete caught her as she stumbled back, lasciviously cradling her round bottom in his big hand to set her back on the edge of the desk. Moving around in front of her, he slid his hand up the inside of her thighs toward her moist vaginal mound. He had wanted to go slow with her, knowing that he lacked the advantage of the drugs that had made her so pliant and willing before that short time ago, but the attraction of her sex was too strong for his basic instincts to resist. DesirЋe gasped as she felt his hand cover the damp material between her legs. The hem of her white, light summer dress slid up as his leg insinuated itself between her thighs and his free arm encircled her waist as he drew her up against him, his face inches from hers as he stared into her limpid, deep blue eyes.

"You're mine, DesirЋe," he hissed. "You're mine, and you'll always be mine. We made love once, and we're going to do it, again and again, for the rest of your life. No one can make you come the way I do, 'cause no one has the big, black cock that I do." His fingertips found the edge of her panties' crotch band and pulled it away from her hot spot, sliding into the wet slit, to her clitoris, now throbbing embarrassingly.

"Ooooh, Clete!" she moaned. "Please stop. This just isn't right."

"As far as I'm concerned, nothing could be righter. Babe, you've got nothing to lose. It's too late to stop it. We've already done it, can't you see? You're already mine. We've already fucked, and you want it again."

DesirЋe let a wail of despair pierce the air as Clete's iron fingers gripped the crotchband of her panties and shredded it away from her trembling loins and the garter belt around her waist. Pressing her back over the desk and flipping the skirt up over her belly and drawing her dress down to expose her magnificent breasts, he dropped to his knees with his face over the musky, fragrant, blond and thickly-furred cleft of her moist vagina. Gazing at her beautiful, butterscotch muffin, he felt his mouth water at the delicious sight. His thick broad tongue flashed out and laid itself fully into the warmly flowing furrow of her innocent cunt. He heard her voice rise again in helpless outrage, but he knew that he had her now, now that her resistance was broken.

"Will you fuck me all the time now, Mark?" Nancy pleaded, thrusting her vagina up to his invading cock. "Will you fuck me every day?"

"Anything you say, Nancy," he said, feeling his climax beginning to boil inside him. He was going to flood her with his pent-up, spurting juices, and she was going to have every drop. "I'm coming, Nancy, in your hot little cunt! I'm coming!"

"Oh, come in me Mark! Give me all you've got!" She squirmed and wiggled up at him harder and faster, the tide of her orgasm beginning to burst over her. Her juice gushed from her pussy and bathed his swinging balls while her young muscles clamped down on his shaft, sucking the creamy gift of his seed from him.

Mark roared his fulfilment as his climax exploded up from behind the root of his cock, firing the spurting mass of his sperm up the tunnel of his prick to spray messily inside the hot, swampy hole of her loving pussy. Together, they felt it gushing against her cervix, his seed invading her uterus and the very core of her femininity.

Mark Denning hammered his cock lustfully into the cunt of Clete Anderson's young fiancЋe, feeling the subterranean eruption of his sperm back behind the root of his cock. Nancy was mewling through one of her countless climaxes when he felt his ejaculation spray uncontrollably into the wet well of her cunt. "Oh, Mark, give it to me," she cried. "I want it, oh, I want it!"

"Here it is, Nancy, all of it," he moaned, draining his balls in her cunt, collapsing in the sweaty cradle of her young, perfect body, his softening shaft locked in the tight grip of her vagina. This girl was great! Almost made him forget that his own bride was a dog-fucking slut. There was one thought that hammered at his weary mind. Should he leave DesirЋe and make this girl his mistress? Should he stay with DesirЋe and make her his mistress? Either option, were it known, would be political suicide for a newly-elected officeholder. Not to mention having to brave the wrath of Clete Anderson. Both options seemed completely out of the question, so he would have to put them out of his mind for now and just enjoy the afterglow of this episode.

Nancy. DesirЋe. Nancy. DesirЋe. DesirЋe was his love, his life, and his wife, than whom there was no more beautiful woman alive, but she liked fucking dogs and that thought repulsed him. It further repulsed him and frightened him to remember that he had been excited, turned on, by the sight of her having frenzied, wild sexual intercourse with Lobo. Damn her!

But, bless her, it hadn't been her fault and now that he lay in the warm cradle of Nancy's sweet and sweaty body, he knew that he would have to forgive her, to exorcise the demon of his jealousy over her involvement with Lobo, which had been forced on her.

Damn it! Damn her! Damn Lobo! He had to be stopped, and Mark knew he would never be able to purge these feelings about DesirЋe until the wild animal's hide was tacked to the oak tree in the town square. Something would have to be done.

Lying with Nancy, his cock still plugging the well of her teenaged vagina, filled with his unusually copious load of semen, he stroked her smooth skin with light, loving fingertips, thoughts of revenge still bombarding his mind. The bounty on Lobo was now fifty thousand, but Jim Devereaux's offer of the same amount for each member of the dog pack killed, added up to a massive amount. He was tempted himself to take up a rifle and go a-hunting. But he knew little about guns and hunting, and the best person for the job was this girl's fiancЋ, Clete Anderson, though success would make him a wealthy man.