Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book three

Now, she would have to learn to accept that she had done this, that she had let Clete, whom she had never liked, make love to her, put his thing into her. But she couldn't allow herself to go off the rails for this mistake. She would have to deal with it on her own terms, try to forget, and be really deeply loving to Mark. She could never tell him, or anyone else about this. These thoughts whirled through her mind as she bounced her jiggly buttocks back at Clete, meeting him stroke for stroke.

Clete was in heaven. She was really responding, to him, to his big, black cock. He could see how her oozing fluids had thickly coated his black, vein-gnurled shaft, making soft, liquid sucking sounds. He watched a few strands of her golden pubic hair clinging to his cock as he thrust in and out, in and out, smoothly, saw the froth of arousal collecting around the mouth of her pussy. He tickled her twitching asshole, flicked his fingertip at the jerking little opening, wet a finger in the gooey foam flecked around her vulva, and slid it into her hot, grasping asshole.

"Oh, Clete, what are you doing?" she whispered slowing the motions of her hips as the finger sank gradually deeper.

"Feeling my cock inside your pussy," he said, and with the finger felt the knob of his cock driving up and down in her vagina. "Feeling the head of my dick each time it runs by."

"Oh," she breathed quietly, accustoming her rectum to the intrusion, resuming her fucking motions. For now, she would accept whatever he did because she had to. Because she needed him to continue so she could come again. And again, if he let her.

Clete kept on, boffing her plump buns from behind, driving his huge, black cock into her tender, pink vagina, filling and emptying her, massaging her female organs with his driving shaft. On and on, bringing her, bringing both of them, to the brink of orgasm again and again, for a long time, until she was nothing but a mass of needing, whimpering woman flesh. All that mattered was her drive to fulfilment and her body moved with a will of its own.

Clete felt he could no longer postpone his ejaculation, felt he must finally allow them both release, when the front door in the outer office opened. DesirЋe's eyes opened wider but her freely-moving body did not pause in its movements until she saw with her cloudy eyes as Mark stepped in and looked around. She stopped her bouncing bottom for a moment only, then resumed her fucking, the breath bursting in her bosom. She had to come! They both had to come and they couldn't stop now for anything.

DesirЋe wondered if he could see her there in the darker room, moving like a rutting animal with Clete plunging into her cunt from behind. Clete never stopped for a moment. For him, this was the apex of revenge on his hated enemy, fucking the seduced wife on the other side of a pane of glass while Mark looked around for him.

The big, black lust-filled sheriff slowed his fuck-strokes into DesirЋe's gripping pussy and he heard her moan as her race to climax slowed as well. Mark stopped, appearing to have heard the sound, stared at the half-shut venetian blinds toward the origin of the sound. The girl, breathing heavily, froze in horror, but couldn't stop from rotating her cunt sensuously on the thick spit of Clete's cock. Spellbound, Clete held her hips still, hoping the young husband would not detect the shape or movement of his bride having sex with the sheriff in the next office. Clete knew he should go to the front office and speak with the councillor but he could not stand to draw his aching cock from the sweet warmth of DesirЋe's hot vagina. It belonged in there and would not come out.

Both of the fucking couple watched trembling while Mark stared long at the glass, wondering if he saw movement, and if he did, whether he could discern it.

Mark stood in the outer office. He thought he had heard a woman's voice beyond the glass and he strained his eyes to detect movement. Where was Clete? Was he out on the hunt, or was he in back? Beyond the counter, the door to the back office was ajar. Did the black man know he was here? If he did, he must know that it was important. Mark did not make frequent trips to the station as Clete had never been a friend, and his own conscience at having had sex with his fiancЋe made him feel unsure about speaking with him at any time. Now it was worse, for he had just promised Nancy to see her very, very often on very, very intimate terms.

Clete started fucking DesirЋe again, restraining his animal grunts and groans, revelling in the heightened feelings of pleasure she was giving him after the brief rest. Her pussy was sucking audibly at his meaty shaft and her anus gripped his finger tightly. His eyes still on Mark, he sped the rhythm of his fucking thrusts, then squeezed a second finger into DesirЋe's asshole as her hips churned needfully.

DesirЋe had tried to stop but her feelings carried her on. She had to come! She couldn't stop now, not after what she'd been through, all the hurt of Mark's attitude toward her of late. Her body was acting of its own accord. She wanted to die. It was wildly disgusting that she should be committing adultery with this black man that she had loathed while watching her own beloved husband pacing in the office just beyond the glass. Stop! Run! Confess! Tell him about your wickedness and beg his forgiveness!

But sweet DesirЋe's hips kept moving, shoving her burning vagina back on Clete's massive cock, sheathing it again and again in her feminine warmth. No, let it never stop!

Clete felt himself beginning to come and he expertly brought DesirЋe along with him, angling the tip of his cock toward her cervix where he planned to deposit his virile, life-giving seed. He felt it coming, just twenty or thirty more strokes, and the girl beneath him was bucking wildly, her moans spilling unchecked from her full, red lips.

Mark heard it, heard Clete's groans, heard the girl's gasps of overwhelming passion as the battering ram of Clete's black cock hammered wetly through her inhibitions and all she held dear and sacred. Her sweet cunt was no longer her own, no longer the private property of her beloved husband, but now free for the use of the evil, black sheriff.

Mark listened, heard the panting, the wet smackings of sex, but without associating the sounds with what they really represented. To him it was just that Clete must be back there, perhaps talking to some woman. Well, he could be interrupted for a really important matter like this, the finishing off of the dog pack that had brought about Nancy Pace's downfall. He walked through the gap in the counter and pushed open the door to the back office.

And froze. It was really a sight to behold. Clete, teeth bared in a rictus of orgasmic release, his giant black cock plunging animalistically into the delicate, pink pussy of a round-assed, big-titted blonde. From where he stood in shock, he could not see the girl's face, his view of her above the neck obscured by the door jamb, but Clete was not letting Mark's presence slow him down at all as he shafted the lovely body bent over the desk before him, two of his dark brown fingers stretching her tiny asshole.

Clete saw Mark standing in the doorway, frozen in an embarrassed position, his hand extended before him. It was too late for Clete to take evasive action. His cock was throbbing, exploding with the joy of his climax while DesirЋe's quaking cunt clamped wetly down on it, receiving the heavy load of virulent sperm that began to erupt up from his swinging balls. Jamming the spouting head against her innocent cervix, Clete held it there, bathing the entrance of her womb with his hot juice and teeming millions of tiny, wriggly sperm. With a growl he held his cock there for a moment, then began making the last pleasurable thrusts of his orgasm into the girl's exploding belly.