Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book two

"Jesus Christ!" the police chief vulgarly swore in his own aroused grossness, gaping down at the full resilience of DesirЋe's rounded, white ass-cheeks spread intoxicatingly before him! The thin hairless crevice dividing them was as smooth as creamy velvet, the tight, tiny recessed dimple of her small puckered anus placed delicately to compliment the lower bridge of shimmering, pink flesh gleaming moistly between the soft, hair-fringed lips of her honey-blonde young cunt! The Goddamned mind-bending bitch! To think that that wild dog had fucked and ejaculated up into that delectable young little girlish pussy of hers!

"Turn your head and look behind you, DesirЋe baby!" Priscilla hissed, her voice almost deserting her in her feverish salacity. "Do it! Look at Clete's cock! Is Lobo's bigger? Could his dog-prick bring you any more joy than that? Could it?"

Naked, Priscilla moved off the bed and went to the video camera that she had placed there, making sure that the focus was right and narrowing the view to just certain parts of DesirЋe's body at a time, her face, her tits, her wide-spread crotch.

Obediently, DesirЋe looked behind her while Clete raised up for her to see the huge length of his long, thick hardness. Obscenely, he began to stroke it, working the heavy foreskin back and forth over its wet and fiery-hued head, his unshaven face widening in a hungry leer of lewd anticipation.

"Oh, oohhh, Clete! Clete Anderson," DesirЋe openly gasped out at the sight of the huge throbbing length of hardened cock flesh, her drug-glazed mind finally lighting to the fact that the man here with them was the black policeman that she remembered fearing and detesting. But then there was his giant, dark-brown, uncircumcised cock there and all the sensual pleasure it could bring her. It was positively huge! Over nine inches and still growing, over two inches in diameter, with a massive, wide-flanged glans as big as a tomato, the wide hole in the end leaking a thick stream of gooey lubricant that hung from the tip in a long string. Fascinated, she watched the coarse-haired, barrel-chested man stroke its thick outer layer of skin back and forth, time and again exposing the heavy, slitted head to her in its moistened, pulsating rigidity. But it was Clete, Clete Anderson, the man she hated with an irrational emotion. Again, she moaned, feeling fear, then uncontrollably reached down under her nakedly kneeling body, between her fully spread thighs to grasp at it fearfully, defensively with her small, slender hand. While she held it tightly, it could do her no harm.

"That's right, darling!" Priscilla excitedly pressed as Clete Anderson blurted out an obscene curse at the contact of Mark Denning's wife's hungrily searching hands with his aching cock. "A bird in the hand, isn't that right, DesirЋe baby?" Priscilla philosophically urged, suddenly conscious of her own forefinger lewdly dipping into the liquid heat of her inflamed cunt. "Put it into you, DesirЋe lover! Put Clete's big cock into your hot pussy so that you can cum and we'll all suck and fuck together."

"Ouuhhh, oummhhhh," the young, drugged wife moaned as she clutched at her plump and round left buttock, the insane expectancy in her drug-incited young body completely blinding her to all else but sensually physical fulfillment! She felt Clete's fingers pry hers away from his organ. Then he grasped the base of the cudgel and directed its oozing head against the soft, wet, pink opening of her vagina.

Ooooohhhh! She inwardly moaned in pleasurable, hesitant breaths to the actual contact of his hot cock-head with her electrified pussy! Whimpering uncontrollably, DesirЋe grabbed at her round and plump left buttock with one of her little hands, while Clete fervidly worked the wet, pulsating tip up and down through her hot, wet vaginal crevice until he'd spread wide the softness of her pubic curls and seated it at her greedily clenching cuntal mouth! Then, uncontrollably, she began to grind and twist her hips and buttocks almost hysterically back at it, her misty eyes looking back over her shoulder into the dark, lusty ones of the black sheriff.

"Fuck!" Clete Anderson foully blurted, the delicious bitch's wanton performance nearly triggering the creamy sperm up out of his balls! Christ, he'd never expect to see anything like it again! He gaped down at his pulsing cock-head with its purplish-brown tip nuzzled into the tight, wet mouth of her visibly-nibbling vagina where he'd placed it, the girth of its moistened head spreading her tightly fleshed little cunt-lips until they encircled it like a golden-furred collar!

"Give it to her, Anderson, damn it! Fuck her!" Priscilla impatiently exclaimed, putting the camera to use between her own obscenely lifted legs to catch the lascivious, uncontrollable, expressions on the young blonde wife's passion-twisted face. Carefully, Priscilla framed the lewdly positioned DesirЋe in all her voluptuous nakedness within the lens' scope, including the vital parts of Anderson, excepting his head. "You hear me? Fuck her! Fuck her!"

"Oh God, Clete! Clete!" DesirЋe pathetically moaned. "Are you going to do it, really? Maybe we should stop!"

But the lecherous glowering police chief was caught up in a lust-filled viewing world of his own, hardly hearing either of their pleas or commands. The mind-bending sight of his number one enemy's innocent young wife's upthrust, round white-ass-cheeks spread lushly open to him as she unconsciously wriggled them back rapidly toward his blood-hammering cock was sending violent stabs of aching pleasure ripping through his loins and sperm-bloated balls! Shit, he intended to wring the last whit of lewd depravity he could from this scene, from this sweet, delectable little bitch that he had desired for so long, bent slave-like before him, from Mark Denning's naked-assed wife, who had fucked dogs, Johnny Canning, and Dr. Hemmings, and was waiting like a brood mare for his aching, over-swollen, over-sized prick!

He ignored Priscilla Devereaux's rasping order and DesirЋe's passionately undulating body, reveling in his own time-consuming lust. Tormentingly, he eased his powerful hips forward, watching the hugeness of his fiery cock-head slowly stretch the viscid, oval mouth of her snug, pink vagina, its surrounding soft flesh yielding and swelling outward to the thick, rubbery pole worming it's way up inside her! She gasped aloud once more, but suddenly her desperate writhings stopped, as if his stretching penetration of her greedy little vaginal mouth had been more than she bargained for!

That realization alone, that he might be hurting her, was enough to set the barrel-chested man off! He growled out an oath as he brutally clutched at the satin-smooth flesh of her upper thighs and hips. Simultaneously, he spread her knees farther apart with his own, wedging his pelvis in tighter behind her upraised buttocks, and then, firmly pulling her naked, defenseless body slowly backward with his hands, he moved forward with penetrating pressure!

Like a burrowing drill, Anderson felt his long, thick cock squeeze slowly up into the futilely resisting channel between DesirЋe Denning's wide-spread thighs, plowing and expanding the hot, frantically clutching flesh in a deep, luxurious impalement! He heard the breath exit quiveringly from her lungs as his powerful hips and pelvis gradually drove the huge black burgeoning shaft of his heavily spearing cock deeper and deeper, her grasping, cuntal passage spasming as might a choking throat stuffed full! Then – wonder of wonders – he saw her smooth back curve downward and her hips rotate upward, turning the luscious cunt up to more easily accept his cock.

"Ohhh, auugghhhh m-myyy Gooodddd!" DesirЋe groaned in lurching, wide-eyed shock, the unexpected force and discomfort of his loving, massive entry rending the drugged veil to register clearly in her brain! "Oooohhh, Clete! Ooohhh, God, you're sooo biiiggg!"