Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book three

He stopped, holding his cock buried in DesirЋe's cunt, plugging her hole to keep the sperm up inside her. Wearily, he looked at the shocked councillor.

"Do you mind, man?" Clete said irritatedly. "I'm fucking."

"I-I'm sorry, Clete," Mark stammered. "I d-didn't know."

"Well, give me a while will you?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Mark said quickly. "Sorry, I…"

"Yeah, okay. Just give me a minute to get my shit together."

Mark backed out, not wanting to see the girl's face. He had already seen too much, and he didn't want to know. "I'll come back in a half-hour. That all right?"

"Close the door behind you." Clete growled, and collapsed over DesirЋe's sweat-slickened body, his two fingers still locked in her asshole while his huge cock softened very slowly in her cunt, contentedly draining the last of his thick, rich semen into her.

They stayed like that for a long time, the sheriff's black penis, limp but still huge, damming the flow of his cum in DesirЋe's pussy while it soaked into the raw, tingling walls of her insides. Clete's eyes searched the beauty of her pink flesh, flushed with the glow of sex. Her face turned sideways on the desk, was quiescent and contented for a long time. Then, gradually, he felt her begin to shake with grief. One hand covered her face and the tears flowed onto the table.

"What have I done?" she moaned. "Oh, what have I done?"

Clete moved off her, rolled her over and cupped his hands over her shaking tits. "What's wrong? Don't you love me, Dez?"

DesirЋe sat up, trying to cover her nakedness, way too late. She picked up her wrinkled dress, and turning her back to him, slipped into it. She turned without looking at him, her tearful gaze directed at the floor.

"Dez!" he insisted.

She looked up, her sad eyes guarded. "I love Mark," she said in a small voice. "Only Mark, and I've betrayed him terribly." Her face dissolved into the most heart-rending sight of grief Clete had ever seen, and now that his lust was sated, it touched even his hard heart. Her tears flowed down her lovely cheeks and the sheriff found himself rushing to comfort her. He tried without words, but only found that her tears were soaking his bulging pectorals. He hurried to the bathroom, looking for a Kleenex, searched desperately until he found the box, and brought it back to her.

When he returned to her she was closing her purse and slipping one foot into a shoe.

"Here."

"Thanks," she said, mopping at her flushed face and eyes. "I've got to go."

Clete smiled, but found no like answering expression in her. "You'll be back, sweetie. Don't forget that." He palmed one of her luscious tits and kissed her pouting mouth. "You'll be coming back quite often, so I hope you learn to deal with it."

DesirЋe glanced down at the oversized hose that swung between his legs and shuddered, unable to believe that that thing had been inside her just a minute before and that she had enjoyed it as she had never enjoyed anything else in her life.

Without any further comment, she turned and hurried out of the office, to the front door and out into the street. She had been unable to salvage her torn panties, and before she reached her car, she felt a telltale glop of Clete's creamy sperm exit her still-burning vagina and drip to the pavement beneath her, streaking her nylon stocking on the way. She looked down at the puddle and shivered. He had pumped her full of it and she suddenly felt a need for a shower.

At the car, she found a tissue and wadded it between her legs, over the swampy wet muff of her pussy. She put the keys in the ignition, started the car, and looked around. She didn't think anyone had seen her come out of the station, but she would have to leave the area before Mark returned to meet with Clete. Still, she had accomplished one thing while the lecherous, dishonest sheriff had been in the bathroom searching for something to dry her very real tears. Opening her purse, she took out the video tape that she had retrieved from the machine in the office. Now to find a very deep river.

And call Tanya and Robin for a little girls' get-together. She just couldn't be alone right now. Brooding on her horrible sin would drive her mad.

But DesirЋe was to have no respite from her aching conscience that night. James Devereaux answered for Robin and said that she was not well, and Rodney, still housesitting at DesirЋe's parents' home, answered the phone, sounding exhausted and harried, saying that Tanya was out he knew not where.

Of course, he would sound harassed, for in his quest for news of the wild dog pack he had let a great many things go, leaving himself in serious financial difficulties back home. DesirЋe felt sorry for him, so glad that she knew nothing that would interest him, except what Liz had told her months before.

So when Mark was suddenly summoned to a meeting with Sid Buchanan, the guilty young woman was left alone to agonise alone over her behaviour of the day. On the one hand, she was glad that she would not have to spend the evening with Mark while the memory was fresh of herself bending over the sheriff's desk with his huge cock thrusting in and out of her traitorously wet and responsive vagina while Mark unwittingly stared at her from just a few feet away. But it also meant that she, social person that she was, would have to suffer in solitude with the flames of her conscience.

She considered calling Pastor Hemmings, but in her shame discarded that idea. No one must know, least of all the pastor, even though that was what he was there for. So she watched television all night until exhaustion put her to sleep at four o'clock.

However, she felt lucky when she connected the next day with both her friends, Robin and Tanya, and they made plans for a little coffee klatch at the Mitchell mansion for two that afternoon. Tanya was housesitting while DesirЋe's parents were travelling in Europe.

At that hour, they sat comfortably in the great lounge of the house DesirЋe had lived in until just two months earlier, and it was Tanya, little devil that she sometimes could be, that introduced the idea of adding whiskey to the coffee, and then gin and vodka to tonic, until even Robin, the only one of them still in her teens, began to show a certain lightheadedness.

They talked, as women love to talk, and Robin mentioned the day Priscilla had ridden out into the hills and come back with Dr. Hemmings.

"She's been in there ever since," Robin said, "and I've only seen her once. Uncle Jim has been in there with her, and he's raised the reward on the dog pack."

Tanya looked up knowingly, but said nothing. She had no intention of telling them what she knew about Lobo and his offspring. "What do you suppose happened out there, Robin?" Tanya asked. "Think it was the dogs?"

Robin's blue eyes opened wide in fright. "I don't know. I hadn't thought of that? Do you suppose…"

"It's too horrible to think about," DesirЋe hastened to say. "Even to a girl like Priscilla."

Tanya said, "Maybe Priscilla got just what she needed."

"Tanya, that's mean," DesirЋe said.

"Don't I get to speak an opinion?" Tanya shot back.

"Of course," said Robin. "But I wouldn't wish that on anyone." The youngest girl's eyes seemed to cloud over with her own thoughts. Her lovely mouth turned down at the corners and her eyes misted with obvious consternation.

"What's wrong, baby?" Tanya asked, moving over to sit beside her younger friend. "What's wrong? Come on, you can tell us."

Robin looked up at Tanya, then to DesirЋe. "I-I'm too ashamed to say."

DesirЋe moved over to Robin's other side and put her arm around her friend's shoulders. "Whatever you tell us goes no farther than this room."

Robin dropped her face to her hands, stifled a sob, and dried her cheeks of the tears that suddenly began to course down them. "I'm having an affair."