DesirЋe could cry. Mark had left without a word to her. She'd wanted so much to discuss Priscilla Devereaux's phone conversation with him, and especially give him the opportunity to say something concerning Nancy Pace that would clarify the auburn-haired girl's malicious intimations. God knows, it wasn't that she'd readily believe such vicious gossip, nor wanted in the least to doubt his fidelity, but she hadn't the courage to broach the subject. She'd never seen him so distant, so guiltily ignoring her.
The lovely, honey-blonde, young bride could hardly believe it when he'd left her so coldly, his heavy footfalls pounding along the hallway until the outside house-door closed and his car started up. He must have seen her back stiffen as she listened on the phone, and the way her eyes darted at him when she heard what Priscilla had to say.
Well, she could be thankful for Carol and Rodney's being here, at least. She still had to see them tomorrow, where they were staying with her parents over at her erstwhile home, while Mark was away and Priscilla's snide phone call had aroused such doubts in her mind. She didn't want to be alone while her beloved – unfaithful? – young politician husband was away.
Confused and nearly in tears, DesirЋe dressed. She hardly knew what Priscilla Devereaux expected of her, forgetting whether she'd been invited to dinner or not. Mark's actions had upset her so. Nevertheless, she had to go, had to know more no matter how horrible it would be, and she dressed accordingly, the striking Priscilla Devereaux's emphatic statement constantly repeating itself in her mind: "It's time you learned a few things about your handsome husband, DesirЋe darling. And don't tell a soul that you're coming here."
What else could she do but agree? Nor had she broken her word. Though she couldn't quite understand the insistence for such secrecy, Priscilla's emphasis of it had, and it was intriguing her. What more could the wealthy, spoiled girl add to what she'd already implied that demanded such a furtive meeting? Had she made some horrible mistake in marrying Mark?
But even if she had, what could she do? She loved him so much, so very, very much!
After she'd securely concealed Clete Anderson in his strategic spot in her bedroom clothes-closet, taken a long look at the harmless appearing little sugar-cube on the serving tray, Priscilla Devereaux entered the luxuriously furnished front-room of their ranch house with an almost evil, lust-tugging smile playing about her sensual mouth. It had occurred to her that DesirЋe Denning did – actually did! The voluptuous blonde delight closely resembled her ex-roommate at college, resembled her to a striking T! And what erotic hours they had spent together! Of course, Wendy had been made-to-order lesbian material from her parental situation, but who was to say this gorgeous creature was any different? God, wouldn't that be an unexpected pleasure though! Actually, the tiniest leanings would be enough, regardless of whether she knowingly, or unknowingly, acknowledged them; the acid, with proper suggestiveness, would quickly bring them to the surface! Damn, it'd been a long time since she'd enjoyed those intoxicating games, hadn't it? The idea was more than slightly invigorating, especially with it producing all the desired results she vindictively sought. One way or the other, she was going to have her pound of flesh this night!
The curvaceously shaped, auburn-haired girl in her braless, slack ensemble, was in the act of mixing herself a drink when the front bell rang. She smiled, placing the ice-cube filled glass onto the small bar and walked toward the door, enjoyably performing the task of the servants she had dismissed for the evening.
"Well, hello, DesirЋe, please come in?" she warmly greeted the enthralling, shoulder-length, blonde-haired lovely in the black, mini-cocktail dress, her raking green-eyes immediately dropping from the revealing cleavage of smoothly firmed, white, full breasts to the dark nylon-encased beauty of perfectly rounded, lush thighs that tapered downward toward exotic calves and enviable ankles. "I didn't expect that you'd dress so – enchantingly, dear. You look absolutely stunning!"
"W-Well, thank you," DesirЋe replied with widening eyes, surprised at the other's generous compliments. "I wasn't sure whether you had mentioned dinner or not."
"Come in and have a drink, darling," Priscilla expertly trimmed her partially asked question short, catching her arm with feminine gentleness and leading her into the vast livingroom toward a couch. "Here – sit down, honey. This is my favorite nook, more intimate than the rest, I think. What will you have?"
"Oh, anything…" DesirЋe answered, carefully seating herself so that her knees were chastely touching, her revealed legs and outer thighs demurely at an angle. She watched the graceful, striking young woman glide away to the corner-bar. It was difficult for her to believe that only hours before, her hostess had sharply insisted that this secret tђte-€-tђte be held. Appraisingly, DesirЋe let her smoke-blue eyes brush over the other's appealing curves, noting the masculine broadness of shoulder and narrow waist. But the full, voluptuous contours of her rounded hips and buttocks in their silvery, tight-fitting slacks, belied any male influence. And her oval, full sweeping breasts, obviously unhampered by a bra according to their nipple-embossed flow of movement, were those of a girl who would look as well without, as with brassiere. And that was a rarity.
"I prefer martinis this time of evening," Priscilla was saying without glancing back at her. "And seeing you have no preference. An olive, or lemon twist?"
"Fine. Either," DesirЋe automatically responded, hardly knowing what she was saying as she tried to reason the meaning behind it all. Nothing was happening as she had anticipated.
"I know you're quite up-tight about our phone-conversation," Priscilla said in a calculatedly disarming tone as she gracefully returned to the couch with their drinks, smiling and handing one to DesirЋe before she eased downward onto the edge of the cushion. "I think such things are better done on a full stomach, DesirЋe dear, so let's have dinner first, just you and me, then talk." With that, she confidently added an additional lie: "I prepared it myself, orange duck, and not very good, I'm afraid, but at least private, as this little get-together should be."
DesirЋe sat forward, running her tiny tongue-tip over her lips nervously. "Just… what is this… little get-together all about, Priscilla?"
Surprising DesirЋe, the stunning girl lightly laughed, then charmingly arose to her feet. "Later, darling. Now, why don't you give me a hand in the kitchen? There's only the two of us tonight. Would you mind?"
Totally overwhelmed by the other's captivating manner, DesirЋe gained her feet and took her drink, as did her hostess, into the elaborate kitchen, readily helping with the dinner they carried to the dining table. Finally, they sat down at an intimate setting, eating scrumptiously, DesirЋe thought, with the proper wines, the light conversation doing nothing but putting her at ease, and making her wonder if any of their intensive exchange on the telephone had ever taken place.
It wasn't until they were back in the living room over coffees and cognac, still enjoying a pleasant mood, that she came to know different.
"You'll want sugar, darling," Priscilla said. "It's a very strong espresso."
"All right, one, just one, thank you. Ordinarily, I don't use any," DesirЋe replied with a smile. "I've been putting on weight."
The emerald-eyed hostess began to stir with her tiny spoon as did her guest, all of the mentally erotic imaginings Priscilla had been patiently guiding them toward about to culminate with her ruthless, nasty plans. She could hardly contain the lewd excitement bubbling within her sensuous young body. In keeping with the evening, she raised the demitasse cup and DesirЋe responded, daintily sipping.
"So at last we come to the reason for our little party, DesirЋe dear," the auburn-haired girl breathed, leaning back against the davenport. "It's always been my belief that when two women have shared a man, each owes a certain honesty to the other regarding him. Don't you think so? I mean, today, darling, it's become a recognized fact by us girls the necessity of banding together against the male beast, right?" She smiled warmly at her voluptuous companion who was properly balancing her little saucer and tasting from its miniature cup.
To that point, the curvaceous blonde's intrigued blue-eyes had been like innocent gems of concerned purity, Priscilla evaluated, their almost virginal expression feeding her licentiously building hunger. You enticing little bitch! Your innocent, almost unfucked look is a bewitching fraud, but it's going to make it all the more delightful!
She watched the unconcealable flicker of apprehension reveal itself in their abrupt, uneasy stare, but waited until the intoxicating creature perfunctorily sipped the last drop from her cup. Then, she said: "I'm sure you must've considered that Mark had a love-life before he met you, darling?"
"O-Of course – he's not a child," DesirЋe replied, a strange little tremor rippling over her. "But I can't believe that was why you were so insistent that I come here tonight – to discuss my husband's former love-life."
"Former?" Priscilla repeated the adjective with a smile. "You sound very much like a naive young wife, DesirЋe. His little affair with Nancy Pace in the old quarry this morning doesn't sound like a former love-life to me. Of course, I have no idea how long that's been going on."
"I don't believe it, Priscilla!" DesirЋe defended, the bite to her tone automatic.
"Well, that's very loyal of you, darling, but not very smart," Priscilla said, her avid green-eyes narrowing. "Suppose I should tell you that I too, have enjoyed his cock since you two have been together? Would you believe that?"
Whether it was what she'd said, or her casual use of the lewd four-letter word, DesirЋe didn't know, but rather than the offended rage she should be feeling, an unexplainable sensation bordering on the erotic had incredibly fluttered through her! Something was not right in her head, but God knows, she couldn't reason what, nor why! The room itself had suddenly taken on intense hues, and the attractive face of the auburn-haired, green-eyed girl beside her seemed to have assumed a wavering, vision-like quality!
"Yes, DesirЋe darling. You see, I've known Mark a long, long time," Priscilla began to half-whisper confidingly, moving closer to the lovely blonde woman beside her. "We used to fuck every day. I think eating cunt is probably his foremost love-making talent, don't you," the woman needled, "or hasn't he ever gotten down between your thighs and licked your pussy?"
DesirЋe could only gape in overwhelming awe at the strikingly beautiful face which seemed to be floating ever closer to her own, its lovely, sparkling lips slowly moving to emit the incessant flow of lewd words and deeds which were causing funny, butterfly-like sensations to increase inside her!
"I usually sucked him. I like to suck cocks, always and especially, Mark's!" Priscilla excitedly continued. "It's so long and thick, isn't it, DesirЋe dear? I mean, his cock is bigger than most I've had – but maybe you've done better, darling. Though, for me, swallowing Mark's thick hardness right down into my throat was always heaven! Even his cum tastes different, more masculine and hot than most, don't you agree, honey?"
For a brief instant, DesirЋe was aware of a desperate struggle taking place in the dazed recesses of her brain, the unexpected tirade of lewd verbiage and the obscene meaning behind it inciting a sensuous vacuum at the pit of the young wife's softly rising and falling belly. My God, what's happening to me?
"Really, darling," Priscilla's sultry voice danced around her ears and simultaneously, across the room. "Can you think of anything more fascinating than that freckle on the under-end of our Mark's cock? Can you now?"
In aroused confusion, DesirЋe stared at the provocative smile on the vision's ravishing face, her mind uncontrollably picturing the tiny freckle on the under-tip of her husband's penis at Priscilla's suggestion! Yes, it was fascinating, she thought, feeling the tiny cup and saucer being removed from her hand, even as she subliminally fought against the lustful sensations that were stealing all control from her!
"Wouldn't you love to have him fuck you good right now, DesirЋe, my doll?" Priscilla wantonly hissed. "His thick cock thrusting into your hot little pussy until you cum like a geyser – wouldn't you, baby?"
"Oooohhh! I – oooohhh Goddd!" DesirЋe whimpered.
"Yes, I understand, DesirЋe. My, you're getting all hot and wet up between your legs," Priscilla tauntingly breathed, gently reaching over to brush her small hand along the young wife's nylon-covered, upper thigh. "You know, darling, when I get this way I say all the dirty words I can think of, like fuck, cunt and cocksucker! Go ahead, baby, say them. It'll make you feel better. Go ahead, don't be afraid! Cum, shit, cunt!"
"S-Suck, fuck, cock, cunt, jism! Prick!"
"Asshole!" DesirЋe began, hesitantly, at first, her quivering voice rising in crescendo as the obscene words began to scream burningly in her brain as if crying for release. "Oh, my cunt is on fire! Yes! Yes! Mark's big cock inside my pussy-hole, in my mouth – anyplace!"
"That's it, lovely baby, that's the way!" Priscilla hotly rasped, smoothing her hand up over DesirЋe's round little belly toward her fully, rising and falling breasts to tenderly caress and cup the rounded firmness of one, letting her fingertips softly tease between the erogenous, naked white flesh of their exposed cleft. "Now, lover, just think of your own tingling cunt, the hot, wet pussy between your legs and mine so moist and excited between my legs and the delicious feel of a tongue, my tongue, licking your tiny clitoris, and yours playing with mine. Isn't that a beautifully exciting thought, DesirЋe, my baby? Isn't it?"
"Ooooohhh! What's happening to me, P-Priscilla?" DesirЋe whimpered gaspingly, brushing a hand over her forehead, the salacious question her vision had lustfully put to her burning like a firebrand in her brain! Passionate sensations of stimulating pleasure rippled through DesirЋe at the feel of magic hands sensitively playing over her still clothed, passion-incited young body.
"Isn't it, DesirЋe baby? Can you imagine a more delectable thought then my hot, wet tongue licking up into your pussy hair? Would you like that?"
"Oooohhh, oohhhh yes, yesss! A tongue spreading my pussy hair and licking my cunt split and yours, darling!" DesirЋe gasped uncontrollably, her own small hands beginning to caress and tease over the nylon encased roundness of her smooth upper thighs.
"Then let's do it, DesirЋe darling! Let's get all naked, then you can lie back with your legs raised high and spread wide so that Priscilla can lick it for you!" the vindictive, auburn-haired girl vengefully implanted, her eyes a green glow of lascivious triumph.
"Please! Please, now! I want to now, Priscilla!"
DesirЋe whimpered and writhed, her dress pushed up over the tops of her thighs, her slender fingers attempting to worm inside the leg-band of her snug, nylon panties between her now, wantonly spread legs.
"Not here, lover; we'll go into my bedroom where we can be cozy and it'll be as good or better than your husband, Mark, fucking you, won't it, baby?" Priscilla couldn't help but taunt.
"Oh yes! God, yess! I'll cum! I'll cummmmm! Oh, and I have to cuummmm! My Godddd!"
"Of course, you have to!" Priscilla heatedly answered, rising to her feet and drawing the honey-blonde young wife upright. Abruptly, she grasped the voluptuous, younger girl in a lesbian embrace, pressing DesirЋe's softly yielding curves tightly against her own as she lecherously smoothed her hungry hands over the other's vivacious warmth. "Kiss me, my hot little cunt!" Priscilla aggressively demanded and DesirЋe did, opening her lush, tongue-moistened lips to receive the other woman's ravishing tongue, while the ravisher's fervently exploring hands eagerly worked their way beneath her mini-dress to stroke and clutch at her resilient, wispy-pantied buttocks with unrestrained hunger!
It was not his canny intuition that led Lobo to the remote place where the young female of the auburn hair lived. He had lurked in the shadows of Pickford's Meadows throughout the day, staying close to his golden-haired one, because he had not seen her for over a month and he had found her again, picked up her sweet scent. An uneasiness for her welfare gnawed inside him, even though he had seen her sleeping beyond the glass barrier in her house before the wedding. The she-human, Tanya, which his golden mate had provided for his fulfillment had affectionately pleased him, but the fire-eyed female was not his chosen female! Something, he instinctively sensed, was not right with his golden one, and he remained close by to ascertain this.
Not until the darkness came once more did he see her climb into a speeding thing and rush away. He had followed as best he could until the vehicle that carried her was beyond the town-lights, and then from a hill he had watched her direction, loping tirelessly along behind. When she reached the quiet country and chose certain paths, he felt sure. There was but one singular shelter in that direction where humans were and she could go! Priscilla, the auburn-haired female! He bounded leisurely over known ground, not surprised that his golden one had reached the destination before him, leaving his rendezvous with the rest of the pack forgotten.
Yes, the pack, his three four-year-old male offspring whelped by the German Shepherd bitch in the next valley. He was proud of them, his partners in hunting and his apprentices in copulating with human females, in training with Liz Clark. Dusty, the clever one, Sam, the swift one, and Bruno, the giant, even bigger than Lobo with a cock that had made even Liz cry out with discomfort last night when they had visited her.
But now his concern was for the golden-haired female of the tender and fragrant, pink femaleness. With his stealthful, animal silence, Lobo moved in close, individually examining the visual scenes beyond the windows. One after the other, he searched, until at last, he saw her, and there he tensed like an immobile shadow to watch, his rendezvous with the rest of the pack forgotten.
DesirЋe felt as if she, too, were floating, but wanting to in her erotically fevered excitement, sensually inflamed by the delicate touch of the soft, yet aggressive mirage guiding her! They were going to intimately kiss and tongue each other's aroused, moistened pussies! She could almost feel the beautiful auburn-haired girl's hot, wet tongue teasing her tiny, excitedly jerking clitoris! Oooohhh, she needed that! Yessss, warm clitoral love – and, yet…
"Take off your clothes, DesirЋe baby, strip naked for Priscilla!"
The curvaceous, honey-blonde, young wife suddenly stood alone in the center of the lavish bedroom, her alluring seducer backing away and lowering herself to the edge of the bed, salaciously watching as she stroked her slender white hands upward along her ribcage and over the firm fullness of her own rounded, braless breasts.
God, what a voluptuous young Venus she was, the enchanting bitch! Priscilla Devereaux, thought smugly. Wendy, her room-mate in college had been lovely, but nothing to equal this heavenly-built female! Christ, it was luscious cunts like her who made woman's lib worth while! Her own pussy had never been any hotter or more wet from the excitement of anticipation! She'd make the lovely-titted bitch tongue and lick her pussy 'till she had cum a dozen times! Then, Clete Anderson waiting in the closet, could fuck the living shit out of her with his giant black cock, spoil her sweet, tight little vagina forever for anyone with a normal-sized penis!
DesirЋe reached over her own shoulder and up behind her to lower the zipper of her dress – then, something, an unexplainable something, stopped her. Her satin-skinned brow furrowed to the deeply inherent ideals vainly trying to penetrate the drugged cocoon enveloping her dazed brain. Somehow, she reasoned that her upbringing had never condoned the wanton sexuality motivating her at that moment. She staggered slightly, brushing her hand over her face and forehead, while the floating vision before her merely smiled, as if knowing and pleased that she mentally suffered.
"It's all right, DesirЋe darling, you can undress now," Priscilla half-whispered. "There's just you and me, and you want to spread your legs wide and have your hot little cunt licked, remember – like you're going to kiss and love Priscilla's."
For a moment more, DesirЋe hesitated, then: "Yes! Yes! Take off my clothes and be naked, so we can lick and love each other."
"That's right, baby, everything, everything!" the emerald-eyed girl hissed, watching Mark Denning's drug-influenced young wife slowly reveal her breathtaking, naked charms, at last, stepping out of the sheer nylon of her flimsy, black laced panties. "Now – come here, lover." Priscilla huskily ordered, rising to meet her. "You have to undress me! You want to, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, I want to undress you, Priscilla!" DesirЋe whispered chokingly, quickly moving to the statuesque, auburn-haired girl in her sensually inciting nakedness which the young bachelorette couldn't endure for a moment without exploring with lewd, eager hands.
"Oh, oh!" she heard the young, nakedly-stripped blonde gasp as she ardently performed her task to the tweaks and hardened-nipple pinches of Priscilla's lecherous fingers, the latter's brain racing with the maddening thought of how lustfully beautiful it was going to be! "Un-undress you, Priscilla darling…" DesirЋe was whimpering passionately. "Make you naked, like me…"
"Yes, baby," Priscilla purred, "and kiss me all over my skin while you do it!"
"Oooohhhh, darling, kiss you all over – you're so soft and lovely, kiss you all – all over. Even – even your pussy!" DesirЋe half-mumbled, gently removing the girl's clothing as she stood there, the blonde, young wife kissing her neck and shoulders, her erectly rounded, firm breasts and flat, white belly, then kneeling before her to turn her about and kiss the emerald-eyed girl's full, oval buttocks. At last, with a hesitant compliance, DesirЋe swiveled to her once more, then moved her lovely face between the other's lewdly spread thighs to place a warm, hungrily nuzzling kiss on her auburn-hair-fringed cunt-lips!
"Uuuuunnnnnnggghhh!" Priscilla Devereaux gaspingly groaned, drawing DesirЋe upright and lecherously clutching the smooth, white warmth of her blonde, naked loveliness tightly against her, thrusting her merciless tongue into the younger girl's mouth as she forced her backwards toward the bed! "I'm going to devour your luscious little cunt, you sweet bitch! I'm going to lick your pussy-hole until you scream for mercy! Then, I'm going to tongue-fuck your beautiful virginal asshole before I let you get between my legs and lick me! And you're going to suck and lick 'till I go out of my mind! What do you think of that, DesirЋe Denning?"
"Oooohhhh, yessss! I want to, I want to, darling, until you go out of your mind!" DesirЋe resounded her words, completely entranced within the drugged lethargy claiming her entire being.
"Damn, you gorgeous bitch!" Priscilla exclaimed, pressing her down onto the bed and crawling between DesirЋe's white, receptively spreading thighs. "Wider! Spread your legs wider!" Priscilla lewdly commanded. "Raise them way up high and wide! Further! That's it, as high and wide apart as you can so your hot little cunt will split open for me!"
DesirЋe never hesitated, wanting to do whatever the beautiful, slightly older woman demanded of her. She drew her firmly shaped thighs up and back until her knees pressed tightly down against the resilient mounds of her desire-swollen breasts, their tiny, hardened nipples tingling and burning to the caress of her own legs. The obscene position spread her vulnerable young loins wide open to the aggressive, auburn-haired girl, DesirЋe's golden curled, pink-creviced cuntal-slit raised high and waiting before the naked Priscilla Devereaux's lesbian assault!
Everything that the ambisexual bachelorette had ever found salaciously captivating in another girl, had ever experienced in the licking and sucking of their young, sensuous cunts, was exemplified a thousand times in the mesmerizing nakedness spread defenselessly before her! God, this had to be the ultimate, so much that the mere possessing of it, rather than the cumming, might drive her mad! It would never be enough! Maybe, if she were a died-in-the-wool lesbian, yes. But she wasn't! Cocks and cunts, either as erotically appealing to her as the other, had always haunted her sex-oriented brain, but after this she wondered if she mightn't emerge with a one-track mind and stay a lesbian the rest of her life! Damn, this beautiful naked creature, with her intoxicating young pussy helplessly offered up to her to do with as she pleased, was breathtaking! God no, she would never get enough of it! Ever!
Tauntingly, Priscilla gazed down between DesirЋe's openly spread thighs and began teasing at the softness of her innocently exposed pussy, wild sensations churning in her own nakedly seething loins as she brushed one finger through the blonde silken hair sparsely lining its puffy lips, the outer, fleshy cunt-folds clinging snugly to each other with only the moistened, pink ribbon of inner-flesh assuring of the hot, wet mouth they protected up inside! She lowered her eagerly smiling face, filling her nostrils with the fragrance of its perfumed aroma. Her eyes were like a matched pair of insatiable, fired gems! To Priscilla, it was suddenly as if the touching of it with her mouth was going to unleash an overwhelmingly delicious plague of lesbian desire she could never again be rid of, but she had to taste it! And she did!
Her hotly licking tongue in the beginning did little more than lightly trace the pink, hair-lined crevice, wetly laving its silken curls with warm, slackening moisture. Intently, she tongue-combed the wispy blonde tufts, while the delightedly drugged young wife of Mark Denning beneath her moaned in ever-mounting desire, squirming and gasping as she ardently waited for her desire-flushed pussy lips to be spread apart and the smooth, moist flesh within hungrily ravished!
When it happened, DesirЋe cried out! In her intensely LSD-sensitized world, she felt the hot, wet tongue burningly spraying through the secret flesh of her lust-inflamed cunt! She sensed the scraping, cat-like surface grazing the tiny hole of her urethra, licking over the sensitive nerves within her opened pussy-lips, and at last, its tip flicking hotly against and stroking the tiny bud of her erectly throbbing clitoris.
Again, the young blonde wife whimpered, but in a state of feverish passion. Voluntarily now, she ground her naked obscenely spread loins upward toward the avid mouth engulfing them. At the same time, the smiling, auburn-haired woman nuzzled her face tighter into the soft, liquid heat between DesirЋe's lewdly spread legs, mouth lips widely ovaled to cunt lips, engulfing it all in a lewdly kissing suction motion! The hot length of Priscilla's wet tongue darted in plunging stabs, licking ravenously, then sucking the tiny erected flowerette of her clitoris until DesirЋe could do little more than wail and twist about helplessly beneath.
Clete Anderson wasn't sure that he could take a hell of a lot more of this sort of play without joining in! He'd been stuck in the stifling closet for too long, and on top of that he had a huge throbbing hard on! Christ, who wouldn't, watching a pair of luscious bitches eat cunt, even though the show was still pretty lopsided! Goddamn, if he dared, he'd charge out there and bury his aching, stiff cock in one of them, but how the hell could he? Priscilla was calling the shots. Already, he'd taken an armful of pictures, though it was Denning's sweet-assed young wife he was supposed to catch eating pussy! Jesus, why didn't Priscilla switch the tables right now? The little blonde bitch was whimpering and ready for anything, unless, Priscilla Devereaux had a thing for cunt! And Clete had been waiting for so long, so long to sink his throbbing cock into DesirЋe's tiny, pink vagina.
Sonofabitch, he'd both his arms, the big black man inwardly groaned, wiping perspiration from his brow, then clutching at his heavy, swollen cock inside his pants. They were both too fucking much in their soft, white nakedness, to say nothing of watching Priscilla tongue and suck the other's cunt, her face wetly buried in the hot, pink flesh between the other doll's wide-spread thighs! Shit, he couldn't stand much more of it! He'd never laid eyes on a rounder, whiter, tighter looking ass than DesirЋe's, and that was not taking anything from his little Nancy's, which was probably still warm and waiting for him right at that moment!
The ebony-faced, barrel chested police chief lecherously grinned to himself as he thought about it. He'd taken her right across his lap in the kitchen, yanked up her mini-skirt and jerked the tiny nylon panties right off her, then brutally spanked her naked, teenaged ass, vowing not to stop until she told him everything! At first, the way she'd kicked and screamed, he'd thought sure he was going to have to quit, but he'd hung in there laying the meaty palm of his big hand viciously against the naked flesh of her firm young ass-moons, until they blushed with the splotches of blood-raised ridges just beneath their satin-covered skin! Then, the craziest Goddamned thing! She'd spread her legs and he could see the wetness beginning to trickle from her tight, hair-fringed young cunt-lips! Suddenly, she was humping her naked, rosy-red ass up at his hand in a rhythmic, fucking motion to his every savage swat!
"Oh, oh God! Don't stop, Clete lover! Harder! Harderrr!" she began to wail like a fucking banshee! "I'mmmmm cuuummmmiiinnnngggg!"
Goddamn, he'd never seen anything like that! His cock had railed out as hard as a fence-post, about the same as it was right at that moment, only he didn't have his masochistic little Nancy here to suck it off like she had when he'd finished spanking her ass! All the same, he remembered, he'd found out what he wanted to know from her. She'd told him everything, how that frigging pretentious politician had tried to get smart with her, made a pass and got no where.
Christ, he wanted a piece of her, a piece of Priscilla Devereaux, too, when the time was right, but right now a delicious chunk of DesirЋe! She had the most luscious cunt the valley had ever seen! Even spanking Nancy's tender, naked ass and having her blow him after, couldn't equal sinking his throbbing cock all the way up to DesirЋe Denning's hot, little belly! He just wished to hell she wasn't freaked out, so she'd know what was happening to her. But this was the way Miss Devereaux wanted it, and she usually got what she wanted. Though the manner in which she was eating the blonde doll's pussy, it was beginning to look like an all night session!
Anderson gaped voyeuristically through the small crack the slightly opened door afforded, his lust-filled eyes fixed on DesirЋe Denning's pink tightly splayed cunt with Priscilla Devereaux's mouth and tongue glued to it in their cock-raising position. He could see the wriggling, licking movements of his young female cohort's little wet tongue working with lapping fury in the glistening flushed crevice between Denning's wife's hair-fringed little cunt-lips! Christ, how long was a man supposed to put up with that, he swore, opening the front of his pants to unleash his huge, straining cock! And then…
"Now, darling, it's your turn to make Priscilla happy!" the naked, auburn-haired bachelorette whispered breathily, raising back to her knees, her lips, chin, and the tip of her small nose wetly shining in the lamp-light with viscid moisture from the young blonde wife's cuntal secretions.
"B-But, but, I need to cum – to cum!" DesirЋe whimpered, smoothing her own soft hands down over her flat, panting belly toward the fire-filled, liquid hearth of her obscenely displayed loins, her passion-peaked body squirming lewdly in its curvaceous nakedness.
"Later, baby, after you've licked and sucked Priscilla's cunt," the emerald-eyed girl soothed, leaning forward to catch the other's hands and gently, but firmly contain them. "Don't you want to make Priscilla happy, too, lover?"
"Y-Yes, yes – of course – yes. I want to make Priscilla happy…" DesirЋe gasped, her mind racing blindly in her confused, drugged arousal.
"Then – come and kiss my pussy, darling," the statuesque bachelorette urged in her sultry voice, moving up beside the other and lying back onto the pillow. "Get down on your knees between my legs, as I did to you. Later, I'll turn around on top of you and we'll both lick and suck each other at the same time, until we cum together."
Slowly, DesirЋe lowered her trembling legs, something rebelling within her as she began to raise herself into an upright position. Even through the dense haze befogging her heavily drugged brain, inbred moral principles again attempted to break through the spaced-out fog engulfing her. She shook her head as if to clarify the confusion inside it, and Priscilla Devereaux said: "Don't be afraid, baby. You'll love it. Haven't you ever licked pussy before?"
"No, never."
"Well, there's always a first time for everything, darling. Don't be frightened. Come on, sweetie, get down between my legs. See how tempting it looks, all wet and pink just waiting for you to love it, baby! Hurry! Don't keep Priscilla waiting. She needs your hot little tongue there."
"Yeessss, yesss – I know!" DesirЋe heard herself say, the frantic force of her unfulfilled desire pitted against the credo of upbringing creating havoc inside her. Again, she shook her blonde head, her long silken hair wildly flailing around her white, naked shoulders as she sensed the burning excitement of wantonness taking complete command over her, but with it came delicious memory waves of Mark, of, of Lobo! Her wonderful animal-lover would do it for her! She sat for a moment in her exquisitely feeling naked, staring at the vivacious girl who was lying back before her, the open, invitational spread of Priscilla's shapely white thighs, and the passion inciting sight of her open, hair-encircled vaginal mouth skyrocketing wilder sensations of desire through her.
DesirЋe stared in fascination up between Priscilla Devereaux's wide held legs, at her moistened cuntal-slit and the visual enchantment of her tiny, palpitating, puckered vermilion anus! Licking sensual flames whipped through the blonde, young wife! Yes, yes – Lobo. Had she been capable of feeling shocked at this point she would have been at thinking that she needed the wild dog Lobo to bring her ecstatic joy!
"Now, baby, now!" Priscilla sharply commanded, suddenly realizing that the whole scene was taking a wrong twist! "Remember Priscilla, sweet lover? You promised to kiss her pussy. You – promised!"
"P-Priscilla?" DesirЋe repeated, staring and loving the sight of the beautiful girl enticingly presented before her. And yet – "Y-Yes Priscilla, you're so lovely. But I have to go now. I have to go!"
The auburn-haired girl felt her mouth falling open! She'd heard the other's words, but couldn't quite believe them! Then, an enraging thought dawned! That stupid sonofabitch, Anderson, had made the dose too gentle! Some trip! Goddamn him! She lowered her legs and jerked upright to a sitting position. "Listen. You don't want to go home, DesirЋe, my baby! Mark is gone, far away!"
"No. No, I have to leave now, Priscilla." DesirЋe insisted, almost blankly, easing off the bed. "Mark – -Lobo."
"You-You stupid cunt!" Priscilla spat, not waiting for her to finish her statement. "Goddamn you! Clete! Clete! Where in hell are you?"
"Right here, right here, Priscilla!" the big man responded, bursting from the closet. "What you want, honey?"
"Fuck the shit out of the little bitch! Fuck her!" the blazing, emerald-eyed girl snarled. "She doesn't get out of here tonight until we're through with her!"
"Sure, sure!" Anderson blurted with a lewd grin, his lurid smirk spreading his full-lipped mouth as he began to pull at his clothing. "You want I should fuck her now?"
"Like a Goddamned animal, no mercy!" the auburn-haired girl vindictively ordered in her aroused nakedness. "Fuck her from behind, dog-fashion, while I lay here beneath and watch! And get the camera! The bitch! Fuck her like a whore-dog!"
"I doubt it'll be any surprise to this sweet bitch," Anderson gutturally spewed, hustling for his camera and handing it to the naked, angry girl on the bed who was reassuming her obscene, leg-raised position. "That Goddamned wild bastard, Lobo, has been fucking her, at least once that I know about!"
"I don't care about that – just fuck her like a Goddamn she-dog from behind!" Priscilla hissed, her young brain swimming in denied rage. "Push her cunt up over my face and give it to her! I can watch your big black cock stuffing her full!"
A deep growl of raging anger filled the massive throat of the wild dog watching through the sheet of glass separating him from his golden one. Uneasily, he lowered himself and padded back and forth, then, caught forepaws onto the windowsill once more. His glowing, amber-eyes fixed on the now, uncovered black brute-man that he hated, who was forcing his yellow-haired, unclothed mate back onto the sleeping place where she-of-the-cattle lay back with her white legs raised and open, her moistened, red-framed female split thrust upward, as if waiting!
Vocal sounds, harshly toned, reached Lobo's keen ears and he saw that they came from the bitter-eyed female who lay back prone and waiting, then the brute-man responded, but his golden mate made no sound, nor did she seem to struggle, for her eyes were dimmed and uncertain. Fierce resentment filled his animal body, yet the shelter with its glass barriers shielded them from him! He could do nothing but watch – and wait for the moment of his vengeance!
The sudden arrival of a man in Priscilla Devereaux's bedroom struck DesirЋe as being a strange phenomenon, but in her drugged state it meant little to her. Oddly, her exposed nakedness before him raised no sense of embarrassment or shame; only his big hands suddenly gripping hold of her arms and detaining her from leaving caused a wave of frustration to wash through her sensuously trembling belly. She had to get to her husband, or to Lobo to have a wonderful cock plunging up into the raging and wet, desire-throbbing hole between her legs! Why didn't Priscilla, understand?
"No – no please, I have to leave now! He – he'll be coming to my window soon to make beautiful love to me!" DesirЋe confusedly pleaded as Clete pressed her nakedly stripped body back onto the bed. "Please, don't you see?"
"Sure, bitch, I see, all right!" Anderson rasped gutturally, the feel of her warm, soft flesh to his hands making his throbbing cock jerk excitedly in its naked, poling hardness. Damn, he had waited so long to get to this bitch. "On your hands and knees, baby, that's right, move right up there," he lecherously ordered, kneeing onto the bed behind her and lewdly grabbing onto his long, thick shaft of blood-swollen ebony flesh, unable to take his eyes off the sensuously rounded curves of the youthful nakedness bent helplessly down before him!
"Now, that's better, lover!" Priscilla half-whispered.
"Yes, yessss, but I have to cum! Don't you see, and he'll be looking for me," DesirЋe whimpered, her smoke-blue eyes growing wet with threatening tears.
"She's talking about that fucking wild mutt!" Anderson lewdly enlightened. "Don't you get it? Like I said, she's been screwing that filthy dog! The Goddamn acid is acting like a truth serum on her!"
"Please, please, I have to go now, Priscilla!" DesirЋe insisted.
"He must be looking for me, and I need him so bad tonight!"
"Who'll be looking for you?" the green-eyed, obscenely positioned girl questioned, the full realization of what Anderson had been trying to say registering at last to further spur her burning desire. "Who, baby?"
"M-My darling, Lobo. He can help me because Mark's not here. He'll find me again somehow. He'll come to my window, and I won't be there!" DesirЋe innocently whimpered. "And – and I need him so much tonight!"
"Does he fuck you good? Does he, darling?" Priscilla questioned with a hiss, her overwhelming lust at the exotic, big-breasted, blonde-wife's bestial revelation maddeningly exciting her. "Tell me, does he, DesirЋe, and is his animal-cock big?"
"Oh, oh yes, he fucked me so wonderfully, once a long time ago, and his thing is so long and thick and hard!"
"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!"
Anderson couldn't resist his obscene grunt of lecherous pleasure as he held tight to her slowly squirming young hips, weakly trying to twist its way off his piercing hard prick nudging at the very underside of her helplessly cringing belly! "You needed it shoved up your tight little cunt, baby, and that's what you've got!" he mercilessly rasped, moaning with the incredibly pleasurable feel of her vagina around his throbbing penis. Her cunt was so soft and silky, so tight and wet. With a deep moan of lust and passion, the love-smitten sheriff began to carefully and gently fuck in and out of her from behind, savoring the feel of her inner tissues, his eyes locked salaciously on the sight of her winking anus and the moistened pink inner-flesh of her wide-split vagina clinging to his aching hardness when he pulled it wetly out of her and plunged back up inside again.
Almost immediately, the caress of her silky inner love-tube caused a deep burning behind the root of Clete's cock and he felt the glands begin an excited, spasmodic jerking. He held his weighty, ebony shaft still while the sensations cooled and he could control them, watching her delicate, pink-lipped vagina nibbling at the base of the deep-penetrating organ. He wasn't going to come yet. He had waited too long for this chance to make love to this luscious girl and he was going to make it last, bring her along until she loved him as much as she loved her foppish politician husband. Clete drew his huge penis out, until the flanges of the knob popped out past her gripping inner cuntal lips with a viscid smack, the pink, contrasting inner membranes clinging lovingly to the wetly-glistening, black shaft, coating it with DesirЋe's hot juices.
Gritting his teeth, Clete found a rhythm while Priscilla watched, purring her encouragement.
"Fuck that sweet little pussy, Clete baby," she hummed. She watched the massive, dark body of the sheriff. He was built like a bull, like one of those body-builders in the magazines, his chest, shoulders, and arms bulging with well-defined muscles. Her eyes devoured the sight of him with the blonde girl, like a black stallion mounted on a palomino mare, his equine cock plunging gently, even lovingly forward while his sinewy thighs worked and his big, dark, sweat-sheened buttocks flexed and hollowed with his copulatory efforts. His heavy balls, the size of ripe plums, swung pendulously in their dark-brown sack as he thrust inside her furry, soaking vagina, the great gonads swinging up under her trembling belly and fat-lipped pubic mound, caressing her passion-charged red clitoris beneath.
"Fuck, oh, fuck!" Clete chanted passionately, looking down at the beautiful white bottom spread submissively before him. Here he was, looking down at this angel's twitching, tight asshole while his fucking penis plunged so pleasurably in and out of her snug, smooth, almost untouched vagina. Mark Denning's wife's vagina. Her anus winking provocatively up at him, exposed in a way he never would have thought would ever happen. Clete groaned contentedly and began to fuck her a bit faster, giving each thrust a twist and upward hook that brought moans of servile acceptance from DesirЋe's parted, cherry-red lips.
Clete drew the act out luxuriously, his hands roaming tenderly over the blonde's body, over her down-swinging tits, pinching the pebbly-hard pink nipples. She groaned and followed his rutting with naturally beautiful movements of her hips and thighs, her big breasts bouncing against the back of her upper arms. In the throws of the drug, DesirЋe felt tiny orgasms shake her every two or three minutes, causing her flooding, baby vagina to spasm and clamp down wetly on the sheriff's loving, black cock. Each thrust, that he took care to drill into her tender cunt deeper, pushed the coarse tuft of his pubic hair against her tingling, excited asshole, sending chills of ecstasy streaming up her twisting, flexing back and spine.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oooohhhh!" DesirЋe suddenly cried, while Priscilla watched in lust-charged fascination through the lenses of the still and the video cameras, torn between the snapping of pictures and the fingering of her own burning, wet cunt. Excitedly she divided her time, triggering the camera lens to catch such scenes as the naked blonde wife's wildly flailing hair and tossing head, then, unrestrainedly caressing her own quivering erect clitoris to the erotic sight of DesirЋe's whitely hanging breasts, jiggling and dancing in lewd rhythm to Clete Anderson's strong, deep thrusts fucking into her tender vagina from behind!
"Dezzy, oh baby!" Clete growled, fucking her harder and faster. "Oh, baby, I've waited so long to do this to you!"
"Clete, Clete!" DesirЋe moaned, grinding her pussy back over his massive, horse-like cock, her body shaking with another orgasm. "You're doing it to me. You are! You're really doing it to me, so good, sooooo gooooood! Feeling so good!"
The immediate discomfort, like too-hot bath water, quickly mellowed into a soothing balm of pleasure-bringing rapture to DesirЋe in her drug induced passion, her inflamed cuntal channel eagerly dilating and acclimating to the long, thick cock fucking fiercely in and out of it. Nothing mattered except the climactic release to the sensual buildup of ecstasy maddeningly pyramiding in her intensively screaming loins and fire-filled belly! To cum! Oh God. Yessssss, to cum!
Her brain swam in a whirlpool of inconceivable, licentious wantonness. Oooohhhh, he's fucking me so beautifully! she lustfully thought, vehemently feeling the rubbery, mushroomed head of his heavily pulsating cock grazing, and erotically tormenting, her uterus as it taunted and buffeted hard up against the underside of her quivering belly deep up inside. She sensed his cum-bloated balls slapping heavily against the tiny bud of her erectly tingling clitoris below with every thrust, and then, by accident, she saw their reflection in the vanity mirror, the wildly erotic reflection of his hard, glistening black penis disappearing and reappearing wetly up between her own white, lewdly offered ass cheeks and furry labia raising a low gasping sound of sheer lust from her!
"Oh, Clete, darling!" she moaned, turning her head toward him for a kiss, and the lust-ridden sheriff lowered his thick-lipped mouth to cover hers, splurging his tongue in her mouth while he fucked slowly and passionately into her pussy from behind. "Clete, my darling!" she cried again.
DesirЋe lost track of time as her predatory, black lover drew her joy out to over a half-hour, skillfully thrust deep, deep, in and out of her silky, juice-dribbling young vagina. There was no thought of what she was doing now, and little thought of who it was that was drawing as much pleasure for her body and she was receiving from him.
Priscilla saw it and took advantage, reaching for DesirЋe's flailing strands of honey-blonde hair on either side of her lovely, drugged face. "Here, DesirЋe!" she pressed, drawing DesirЋe's face around to face the camera while she snapped a picture of the passionate, babyish, young face and her upturned, red-rimmed vagina spread open to the invading black cock. "Pose for the camera, baby. Make a real nice picture!"
"Oh, oh yes, yesss!" the curvaceous blonde girl whimpered in her drug-enchanted nakedness as the huge police chief's cock fucked with wet slurping sounds into her hotly sucking pussy-hole from behind. Insane sensations of lustful intoxication raced into and burst inside her! Obscene words again screamed for release in her brain, while simultaneously she gaped with widened, glazed, eyes toward the lens! "Oh, ooohhh, fuck! Cum! Yes! Cum!"
"Uuuuuunnnnnggghhhh!" the auburn-haired girl grunted, plunging her own fingers into her seething cunt! "Oooohhh God, yesss, DesirЋe, yessss!"
"The camera! The camera!" Clete Anderson, windedly choked out. "Get a picture of this!"
And she did, that and many more, wondering how many would be blurred, and if she'd give a damn if they were? This was the way she was going to get her way, bring the angel-voiced little girl to ruin and have Mark back in her bed every night. The little darling kept sliding her wet vagina back over the pumping cock, no idea in her mind that Priscilla, with the help of her camera and Clete's giant, cunt-stretching cock, was destroying her mind, body, and future forever.
"Oh, oohhh DesirЋe, baby, you're going to come soon!" Priscilla droned. "I can see it. Your pussy looks marvelous swallowing Clete's big cock."
Furiously, the blonde young wife began to buck her hips back at Clete's wonderful, driving penis, his passionate cries of ecstasy all DesirЋe needed to know of the intensity of their lovemaking! She felt the sudden liquid release of more of her cuntal secretions as her luscious naked body jerked and trembled beneath the sensuous fucking of the black man behind her, that intricate explosion of her feminine juices abruptly pushing her own supreme moment of climax to the crest!
"Oh, shit, fuck!" Anderson's vulgar voice exclaimed behind her. "Me too, Priscilla! It's… it's cummmmiiinnnggg. Jesus Christ, it isssss!"
DesirЋe sensed the huge man's urgent thrusts and eagerly and shamelessly ground her nakedly trembling buttocks back at his raging cock, pounding into her, the resounding, rhythmic smack of his cum-filled balls down against her own tiny, creaming clitoris causing her eyes to gape unseeingly in the mounting passion of her own wildly rising moment of orgasm! It swept over her insanely whipped her wide-split, sweaty, fire-inflamed young ass cheeks back onto Clete Anderson's heavily plunging cock!
"Oh darling!" DesirЋe cried. "We're coming! We're coming together!" She began to quiver and buck, clawing up handfuls of the bed sheets, her genitals bathing his balls in her feminine ejaculation, totally forgetting the danger of letting another man besides her husband, this man, come inside her with his heavy, life-giving seed.
And then, then, all was culminated deep in her own crazily contracting belly and maddeningly driving loins, a shattering of universes colliding in unimaginable ecstasy throughout her nakedly jerking body while, she, like the very central sun, brought them all fulfilling joy, grunting animalistically and pushing her perfect ass backward, her belly filling and almost bursting with the thick and creamy sperm hosing wetly out of the huge cock of the heavily grunting man fucking into her from behind and then, collapsed as the last of her explosively flowing white sperm and cunt juices backwashed out the tightly locked lips of her vagina and she fell forward. Clete followed her exhaustedly, lying on her sweating, panting back, his softening, but still huge, penis staying locked in her sperm-flooded vagina.
While Lobo, the fierce wild animal who had seen it all, walked in raging circles outside beyond the obstructing window!
After only ten minutes rest, Clete rolled the blonde over, forgetting Priscilla's presence. She was still tripping. He peered down between her loosely parted thighs at the juvenile pout of her pussy, moving up over her again. Her eyes didn't open as he hoisted up her knees and eased his cock into her sperm-flooded vagina again, beginning to stroke in and out again while she mindlessly writhed against him. Damn, this was heaven! He was so wrapped up in DesirЋe's body that when he saw Lobo's face and blazing yellow eyes through the closed window, he could only grunt and go on with his animalistic fucking.
Not tonight, he mused, giving himself up to his lust, pounding it into the angel-faced beauty beneath him. Wait until they've raised the reward. Then I'll come up – somehow – with the bait. He kissed the girl and felt the passion building in his heavy, swinging balls and deep-fucking cock.