Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book three

Mark owed it to DesirЋe and himself to see that these animals were exterminated as soon as possible. The smart thing to do would be to see that Clete got out there and found them right away and the way to do that was to stoke the black man up to get the job done. It was up to Mark to make sure that Clete knew about the huge rewards. There was no reason why he couldn't devote more time to the hunt, since the drug problem had strangely seemed to become very quiet lately.

Finally, after much thought, Mark drew his limp penis from the tender grip of Nancy's pussy, lifted himself from her sweet body, and began to dress.

"Where you going, Mark lover?" she said dreamily.

Looking down at the sperm-smeared, raw pout of her cunt, he said, "Going to see your boyfriend, Nance. Gotta make sure he bags that dog pack and makes himself a rich man."

Looking into the pink gash of DesirЋe's honeyed vagina, Clete felt that he was looking into the gates of heaven. The thick, straight hair was a rich, butterscotch color, lying in orderly fashion over the plump labia like the tendrils of a feather, thinning toward the bottom of the slit to that smooth, hairless short expanse of skin bordering on the pink-haloed dimple of her tiny anus, twitching there nervously. He lay his hands over her smooth inner thighs above her stockings, right next to her aromatic pubic foramen and laid his tongue again over the delicious dish, licking from anus to the clitoris, just now beginning to emerge from the small sheath of rosy flesh containing it, and he watched it swell and redden.

"Sweet pussy, sweet pussy," he muttered passionately between licks of the best-tasting appetiser he had ever had. DesirЋe was groaning with anguish, her flesh shuddering with feelings foreign and surprising to her. This black man was touching her in a way she would never let most white men think of touching her. But she was overwhelmed with the shock of what she had seen on the video tape. Now he was licking her vagina, her bumhole, her clitoris, and there, his tongue was sliding inside her, inside her feminine hole, as far as it could go while his chin pressed hard against that other hole beneath and his nose burrowed into her damp vulval pelt.

However, it didn't hurt, not at all, not physically, even though it was torture mentally. No, quite to the contrary, it didn't hurt, but rather felt strangely pleasant, in a nightmarish sort of way. This couldn't be happening, couldn't have happened before for that video tape, but it was, and it had, and she was rocked by the realisation that she had been unfaithful to Mark. She definitely didn't want to be again, but her needing, hungry, sexually-neglected body was answering each wipe and swipe and stab of his tongue with electric jolts of pleasure that darted from her hot, moistening pussy up through her womb and ovaries to her stiffly-tingling pink nipples, up to the very back of her neck, causing the hairs there to bristling as if she had been touched by a high-tension wire.

"Clete, oh Clete!" she cried. "You've got to stop. Pleeeeease." She gave a grunt of suppressed pleasure. "Yes, please stop. No one has ever done this to me. Ever."

Clete snorted and bored his tongue far up into her creaming love channel. "I don't know how you can say that," he said, reaching up above his head with both his arms to grab her great tits with his big hands. "What about Priscilla and that damned wild dog?"

"Wild dog? Priscilla?" DesirЋe shook her head, looking down at Clete's moving head between the mounds of her tits being manipulated by his big, meathook hands.

"Yes, remember?" he said, flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly against the head of her love button, causing her hips to squirm uncontrollably down toward her face. "That fucking Lobo, and your lover-doll friend Priscilla."

DesirЋe cried out again as vague memories tormented her burning brain. Vague flashes of Priscilla's hot, swampy pussy before her face, of the older girl licking her own in much the same way as Clete was doing now, and of being climbed upon by a huge, German Shepherd dog, tormented her mind. Clete must be lying, but why did she have these hallucinations? Was it Clete's suggestion creating unreal images, or were they really forgotten factual episodes? If she could only sort out the dreams from the realities, if she could only concentrate on the problem for a moment or two.

But Clete wasn't allowing her time to think, or to breathe, or to do anything but feel his seducing tongue on the sacred, private openings between her legs. He was trespassing on Mark's private property and there seemed to be nothing she could do about it, as the most amazing sensations shot through her loins.

Clete moved one hand down to the bottom drawer of the desk on which DesirЋe sat, slid it open, and took out the dildo he had hidden there. It was textured rubber and black in color, like his own penis, with a broadly-flaring head. It also had attached a parallel second penis, slimmer and slightly shorter, with less than an inch of space between itself and its larger brother. But the most interesting thing was the crescent-shaped bit, somewhat like a boxer's mouthpiece, attached to the end so that it could be held in the teeth. He had greased both coronas with pure, white surgical lubricant before putting it in the drawer, and he carefully moved it up to DesirЋe's soft, wet cunt.

Gripping the mouthpiece between his teeth, he quickly placed the larger dildo tip against the reluctant opening of her pussy, noting that the smaller one was aimed at her unsuspecting, innocent little asshole. Now, gripping her tits again with both hands, he used the muscles of his neck to slide the dual penises forward. DesirЋe yelped with alarm at the unexpected penetration, felt two inches invade her vagina before the smaller shaft pried it's way into her tight little anus. At first she thought that she was shitting in reverse, but then the dildos found their deepest depth and the ticklers in the joining of the probes stimulated her perineum in an eerily erotic and pleasant way.

To DesirЋe this was all beyond fantasy and beyond horror. Her long neglected vagina accepted greedily the attention he was giving it, the huge penetration of the soft rubber intruders. She struggled with herself, and visions of Mark flashed through her mind and her body wanted to imagine that it was his penis inside her pussy, causing her to grow wetter and wetter with each gentle probe. His hands were everywhere, stroking her tingling breasts, her fiery nipples, her tender belly, dipping into her pert navel, stroking her reflexively jerking flanks, delving into the cleft of her vulva and her ass. Her mental torment was heightened by her inability to control the fires of pleasure that were raging through her loins as the artificial penises sliced back and forth in her moist tenderness.

Clete's flexing neck slid the dildo in and out of her twin orifices, watching the inner linings clinging to the rubber on the outstroke and folding back in on the instroke. He could see every fold of her intimate flesh, every silken tendril of hair, as the artificial penises slid back and forth smoothly inside her. He loved the view of her perfect, young, nubile vagina and anus, and if he could have pushed his head up inside her slippery love channel and licked the very inside of her womb, he would have. He watched her aroused pink flesh clinging to the shuttling rubber shafts for a long time while DesirЋe's uncontrollable arousal grew and grew.

Clete used one hand to unfasten his pants and liberate his monster penis – much larger than what she was now accommodating – and as he released his oral grip on the dildo and stood up quickly, everything he wore slid to a ring around his ankles while he shrugged off his shirt, revealing the monstrous musculature of his upper body. Slowly drawing the artificial cocks out of her belly, he tossed them across the room, then took DesirЋe's two hands and drew her to a sitting position on the edge of the desk. DesirЋe's pleading eyes locked with his as he gripped his huge, grossly-swollen cock and directed the great, purple, blunt end against her softened, flooded pussy.