Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book two

Priscilla's mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate. Mark Denning was grinding down faster now, and the groans and howls were furious. He smacked against his ex-girlfriend, driving her deep down into the cushions with each mighty surge. The loud clap of belly against belly, testicles against buttocks, were like claps of thunder. Priscilla curled and uncurled her legs in wild desperation around his hips, and both of them were breathing wildly, with rivulets of perspiration streaming down their pumping and hollowing loins.

"I'm going – I'm going to come, Mark!" Priscilla Devereaux screamed. "AAhhhhh!" And then Mark's low cry of climax came as he burst his seeds of love inside the young woman. "Oooooooohhhhhhh, me tooooo!"

Priscilla's buttocks began small, spasmodic jerkings up tight against her ex-lover's penis. At the same time, Mark Denning groaned above her and his thick, fleshy cock throbbed out milky white semen, leaping bursts of his cum which inundated her vagina and cascaded hotly out from around the pink, wet lips of her cuntal opening. The stream of Mark's ejaculations ran down the widespread crevice of Priscilla's desperately jerking buttocks and pooled thickly on the couch below.

Then suddenly they collapsed onto the couch, breathing raggedly, emitting noises of contentment and satiated passion. Priscilla looked up with dull, half-lidded eyes and saw that her lover was coming around and she heard him say: "Oh Christ, Priscilla, look at the time. I'm going to be late."

"Wasn't it worth it?"

"Sure, but…"

"Wait, honey, before you go, don't forget, you'll want to see this video tape." Reluctantly, Priscilla peeled herself away from Mark's damp flesh and turned on the television set. Inserting the tape into the machine, she turned and looked at him meaningfully. She watched Mark's eyes as he witnessed the contents of the tape, but she saw no expression of dismay, jealousy, or anger.

"What's this, Priscilla, another joke?"

The girl's eyes widened and she turned, her naked breasts flying outward with the quick movement. Her mouth opened wide in disbelief and then she swore. "That fucking son of a bitch!"

It was nothing but a re-run of Cagney and Lacey. Clete had switched tapes on her.

"What I want to know, along with everyone else here," said Peter Smith, "is when are you politicians going to do something about this problem."

There was a chorus of agreement from the assembled local citizens, most of them monied farmers who did not appreciate having their prosperous, complacent, quiet lives of ease disturbed by a loose cannon like a pack of murderous dogs. And nobody seemed to be thinking to ask what that young man was doing there, out on Smith's land near his cattle, in the first place. But then, when someone dies like that, was it appropriate to ask such a question?

"I don't like going out to round up my animals and finding three of them dead beside the body of a young man. It's not a pretty sight and does nothing for my day."

The crowd seated in the town hall applauded their approval. Several male fists shot up and several whistles cut the air.

"Now I heard that against Clete's advice, the council refused to put a bounty on that dog's head."

One of the councilors spoke up defensively. "Bounties cost money, and we've got a sheriff."

Clete Anderson, standing beside the long table at which the council members were seated, stepped forward and faced the man, Will Simpson, who had spoken last. "Excuse me, sir, but I'm the local constable here, not a hunter and tracker, not a dog catcher. My contract mentions nothing about chasing dangerous wild animals. My duties deal with human beings."

Simpson could make no reply.

Smith went on. "You could have done something about this problem months ago, after Nancy Pace was attacked, but you fobbed it off. If you asked me, I'd say it was your hands that had that boy's blood on them, Councilor Denning."

DesirЋe, sitting in the audience, cringed. They were blaming Mark for all this, for failing to do something positive after Nancy's rape. If they had hunted down Lobo then, he never would have been able to come to DesirЋe's room that night two months before and fucked her half-silly – no, more than half-silly. However, Lobo would then not have been able to rescue her from being raped by the three young men, she might have become pregnant by them and…

"So what all of us here are asking now is when you elected officials are going to do more than just bend your arms at your cocktail parties. I've lost livestock, and so have others here too."

"Me too," came another voice.

"And so have I," Ben Drake called out. "Six sheep, and a hen house cleaned out."

"My wife is scared shitless," said another man.

"All right, all right," Mark said, his palms raised to the gathering. "No need for foul language. We've heard all your complaints already, but I think before we start pledging tax money for bounties we ought to have a referendum on the expenditure. I mean, it's your five thousand dollars."

Clete cleared his throat. "I've got a feeling five thousand isn't going to arouse much interest."

"Let's make it higher," someone said.

"Ten thousand ought to sweeten the deal."

"Make it twenty grand just to make sure there's a few takers."

Clete stepped forward again, addressing the council as if on behalf of the constituency. "Twenty thousand is a good start, with maybe a ten-thousand-dollar bonus if the problem is taken care of within two weeks."

Many voices agreed.

"But that's a lot of your tax money," Mark protested. "It will take some deliberation and a vote before we can dedicate that much to it. We'd be remiss if…"

"Well, do you think you can get a move on before one of our wives or children is mauled to death?" Smith said sarcastically. "And I think the city corporation should make good our losses since the problem reared its head two months ago and nothing was done."

A resolution was passed and the councilors stayed behind to make arrangement. As DesirЋe rose, she saw Clete grinning in triumph, and then saw his gaze touch her. He smiled again and the blonde turned quickly away.

It hadn't happened, she thought. It was just a dream, a horrible nightmare, that remembrance of him humping her kneeling body in the presence of Priscilla Devereaux. Nothing at all untoward had happened since the wedding except that she missed Mark so much that she had strange, vivid dreams in his absence. That look in Clete's eye was just his usual, frustrated leer and nothing more. She had nothing to be ashamed of but an overactive imagination due to an underactive recent sex life.

Yes, that was it, she decided.

DesirЋe left the hall with the rest of the people, listening to their snide comments about Mark as they seemed to forget that she was his wife. Or perhaps it was because she was married to him that they said things about him so that she could hear. People were frightened and letting her hear their comments was a way of making sure the message reached Mark. She noticed the women's furtive and faintly hostile glances and she felt very uncomfortable as she walked to her car. She would wait for Mark at home, cook him dinner, and spend the evening amorously with him, giving him all the support that he needed. He had meant well in not initiating a bounty hunt two months previously. He had just not counted on the evil of which Liz's lost pet and his wild partners were capable.

Dinner by candlelight and the rest of the evening in bed, making up for the last three days' forced separation.

Mark came through the door and warmly kissed his young bride. Enthused emotions of hope quivered inside DesirЋe; she knew that he'd emptied his mind of his problems and was looking forward to their planned evening of love. She toyed playfully with him for a few moments, her confidence growing, then left against his begging pleas, knowing he was in a state of hardness beneath the sheet. She didn't want anything to spoil their coming night of pleasure. She went to the kitchen to fix him the meal, while he finally made his presence known in the shower with a badly off-key baritone. Shortly, they ate together, exchanged expressions, words and kisses at the door before he left to "check on things". Two hours later, while she busied herself with personal chores and tried not to think of Lobo, he was back, and that was when her anxiously planned evening began.