DesirЋe kicked her car and swore. Tanya raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"This damn car won't start!" DesirЋe complained, pounding the wheel.
Tanya had never seen her so furious, nor ever heard her swear. But she knew nothing about how to fix a car or make it run.
The blonde began to cry. She wanted to see Mark, so very, very much. She wanted to meet him at the airport, dressed and made-up as she was, to dazzle him and throw her arms around him. She was very happy that nothing had happened last night during her meeting with Hemmings and Dr. Braun. She remembered meeting them, speaking to Braun, having the injection in her bottom, and then talking to Braun some more. Just before leaving, he told her that she had tested negative for all the known canine diseases, but that she should return often to be monitored by Dr. Hemmings. She remembered nothing else, except that she felt very relaxed and well as she walked out with Tanya, who had been waiting for two hours talking to Hemmings in the waiting room.
Anyway, feeling clean and free of any problems with Hemmings, though with a smarting conscience for her behavior with Priscilla and Clete, she wanted to be in Mark's arms right now. To make love with him, to erase from her mind – again – the stain of her misdeeds. She knew he was coming back for a purpose, to officially initiate a hunt for Lobo, the murdering and raping wild dog, but she hoped he would at least have a half-hour for her before the meeting.
But now, she was sorely disappointed. Mark would be standing there in the airport wondering where she was while she was stuck here in the driveway with a dead motor.
DesirЋe leaned her head against the steering wheel and sobbed. Tanya tried to comfort her, but it was useless. She loved him so much and the car was depriving her of time with him that she sorely needed.
Mark Denning picked up his bag from the small carousel and looked at his watch. He was late and he hoped DesirЋe hadn't been waiting long. He hated to keep the dear, sweet angel waiting. His eyes scanned the airport and saw nothing of her dazzling beauty that was impossible to miss. But he looked again nevertheless.
Worried, he checked his watch again to see that he had read it properly. DesirЋe was never late and if she wasn't here now, then it meant something was wrong.
"Waiting for someone, handsome?" said a familiar, sultry voice.
Mark looked up. "Priscilla. What are you doing here?"
"Little Dezzy couldn't make it, darling. She was otherwise occupied, shall I say?"
"I'm in no mood for jokes. How did you know I was going to be here?"
Priscilla laughed irresistibly. "Oh, Mark, I can know anything I want to know. Don't forget who you're talking to."
"To the world's worst, scheming, spoiled brat," he retorted. "What have you done with DesirЋe?"
The auburn-haired girl laughed again. "Mark, Mark, you silly boy. Why would I do anything with her. She's a big girl and can do anything she likes, when she likes. It seems she had something else to do right now other than come for you. It's a good thing I dropped by."
"Dropped by? I really believe that."
"Well, you'd better," she said with a broad smile, taking his hand and leading him along. "My car is right out here waiting, and you'll want some time to freshen up before the town meeting."
Through the glass doors, Priscilla's car was standing at the curb in a no-parking zone, being eyed by a man in uniform. The police officer smiled and relaxed when he saw them, for both of them were well-known in the county. Still angry, and somewhat worried, Mark tossed his bag in the back seat and got in on the right side. Priscilla took the wheel.
"Listen, Priss, if this is one of your tricks…"
"When have I ever played tricks," the girl said, pulling away. "I know you're under pressure and you deserve better than you're getting. I know you've made mistakes that could come back on you big-time. You should have put a bounty on that dog and you let it go by and now six cattle and fourteen sheep have been killed, a hen house raided, and a young man mauled to death. You could have prevented it, but you didn't, and now things are coming down around your ears. Am I right?"
Mark twitched and kicked the floor. "Damn it, Priscilla, you're right. I should have stopped this before it got this far but I didn't listen to Clete. Now everything is out of hand, and from what I hear, it's more than one dog, it's a whole pack of them." Mark lit a cigarette and kicked the floor again. "Fuck! Everything is going to hell here and I had to leave important negotiations to come back and sort them out. So what's this bullshit you're giving me about DesirЋe?"
"No bullshit, Mark darling," Priscilla said smoothly. "A lot of things have happened while you were spending so much time pursuing your political career. The girl gets lonely and needs company. She's keeping it right now with one of your least favorite people." Priscilla stopped the car in front of a row of condominiums and turned off the engine.
"Stop jerking me off, Priscilla!" Mark said with growing irritation. "Tell me what you've done with DesirЋe."
"Not what I've done, lover," the girl said. "It's what she's doing right now. You let it go too long and now she just can't tear herself away. You want to know who she's with?" Priscilla drew a video tape out of her handbag. "Just come on in and take a look at this."
Mark looked around. "Whose place is this?"
"One of my father's town houses," she said casually, getting out and walking toward the front door without looking back.
Mark followed reluctantly. Still, he was curious to see where all this was leading. The video tape aroused his interest. Certainly, there had to be something on it, and though he was not sure he wanted to see what it held, he felt compelled to find out.
Priscilla keyed the door open and they went in. It was nearly as big as Mark's home, and decorated opulently. Priscilla's father was such a rich prick!
"Take off your jacket," she said, pushing him down on the sofa in front of the television. "Let's talk."
"I don't really have time for intimate conversation, Priscilla. I've got a town meeting to be at with members of the public attending. I mustn't be late. I'm coming late with this thing as it is."
"Then let's not delay your coming another minute." The girl zipped down her tight-fitting mini-dress and let it fall around her ankles, the big, heavy tits falling free, the brownish nipples taut with desire.
Mark's mouth fell open. The young man had had no female attention in several days and the sight of her lovely body caused his prick to stiffen instantly. The strength to resist left him, as it always did, almost immediately, and while he sat there, immobilized by his own hormones, Priscilla knelt in front of him, unfastened his pants and belt, and drew his trousers quickly off his legs. Her wet mouth went instantly to his throbbing cock and with a groan Mark arched his shaft into her throat.
"Damn you, Priss, you cock-sucking bitch!"
"Yeah," she said between slurps. "But you love it."
She looked up at him, smiling cattishly. "You like what I'm doing, Mark darling?"
Mark didn't answer. He couldn't, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. His heart hammered with the beating of his transformation from serious politician to lover – there was no way of stopping it, he realized. His cock's large hardness couldn't be denied. Neither could Priscilla. He glanced at the clock on the wall with agonized eyes. He wasn't going to make that meeting at this rate.
Then, suddenly he didn't care. His ex-lover's ministrations and sensuous provocations were too much. Nothing else mattered to him now but plunging his aching cock into her delightful flesh, and Mark reached for Priscilla, his hand slipping gently beneath her auburn tresses and drawing her head to him. Their lips met momentarily and then broke apart – reaching out but not quite touching. He drew her closer, grasping her lower lips between his teeth and pulling the moist, soft flesh into his mouth – his teeth slipped off and his lips devoured her as he sucked her lips into her mouth.
"Darling – darling," she murmured as he sucked.
Priscilla felt a tingling shock run icily into her. Her darting tongue wedged beyond his lips, back inside, over the roof, and across the front of his teeth, caressing – always caressing.
Mark leaned forward, his momentum carrying them both back onto the sofa and he crushed his mouth harder against hers, his arms pressing her to the pillow. He raised himself and rolled, half sitting, so that he was beside her. Priscilla lay back against the cushions obediently, her arms wide and her legs slightly spread.
"Yes, Mark," she whispered softly, her lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes. "Please take me – take me…"
"Yes, yes…" he managed to say. He ran his hands over her throbbing breasts and down her belly, into the soft, fleshy folds of her cunt.
Priscilla moaned, her body alive to his caresses. Her creamy satin skin was a lamina of hot desire. God! She wanted him! Her body cried out to be loved tenderly and totally – as he was doing now. She wanted him to merge with her, crawl up inside her and possess her and quell the raging torrents that were building up in the very depths of her soul from his maddening stroking. Dear Lord, Mark Denning – the only man she could give herself to fully – was making her deliriously happy.
"Oh yessss," she whimpered. "Oh yes, Mark, touch me there. There, oh yes, therrrrre!" she moaned, helplessly caught up in the tingling pricks of lust that were dancing through her. She sensed the dewdrops of moisture rising between her open thighs as the exposed hair-lined lips of her pussy began to spasmodically contract wetly against one another. Mark ran the tip of his tongue around the rim of her ear and plunged it deep inside. Her whole being seemed aflame with a fever of surging senses. She couldn't wait much longer or she would go mad!
"Ohhhhh!" she cried. "I want you inside me! Now darling! Now!" Priscilla twisted Mark's hair, pulling him violently over her. "Please, darling! Please!"
The strange obscenity of her passion-filled pleas excited Mark to a frenzied, blinding furor. He sensed his cock and testicles aching with blood-filled lust, and then suddenly grow flame-hot as one of Priscilla's hands closed like a steel trap over the thick, glistening penis. It pulsed wickedly against the palm of her hand as it slid up and down the hard flesh, and insane with lust, he didn't need further urging. He grabbed her jutting breasts and rolled on top of her, her legs wide and cradling his hips. The flowering lips of her cunt widened, and she guided his hardened cock to the wetness between her legs, her groans of desperate agony seething in his ear. She rubbed his swollen penis along her open pink slit and parted the soft, resilient pubic hair until it was nestled teasingly in the entrance to her vagina.
Mark clamped his fingers into the full cheeks of her buttocks and rammed his body downward. His swelling cock disappeared into her cuntal tunnel with a wet sucking sound.
Priscilla groaned. Her body tightened into an arch of hardened passion as the initial entry split the walls of her vagina. Then she writhed under the rising heat of her delirious sensations, her belly squirming. She raised up under the pressure of his fingers, the glistening prick sliding out until its coronal ridge caught at the straining lips of her cunt, then surged in again. Up and down, faster and faster, and Priscilla's face contorted with passion and her nostrils flared open as her breath burned her lungs.
Mark felt the smooth raw flesh of the passion-aroused girl's pussy clasp him tightly, pulse against his pumping shaft until his balls felt ready to explode, and he lost all track of time as the excruciating pleasure rocked through him. He drove deeper and deeper into her vagina with each thrust of his buttocks. She twisted her head from side to side, flaying her hair against the cushion, and rode his cock like a bitch in heat. She drove her hips up, screwing every inch of his cock and routing the head around in her seething belly, causing Mark to gasp and quiver. A fierce storm whirled through him as his penis sucked deep in her pussy and battered her cervix. He felt the eruption of his boiling sperm starting deep in his groin, and knew he was about to come.
Priscilla sensed it, too. She could feel his cock swelling and straining against the moist ribs of her fleshy vaginal walls. She begged, "Now – harder!"
Priscilla had her legs splayed wide on either side of his plunging body and periodically she would kick them high in the air then wrap them around her lover's driving buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his thighs, pulling him into her with all her strength. Mark cupped her naked buttocks with a savage strength that cut red, bloodless lines into the full, uplifted moons. He squeezed her buttocks together, forcing the walls of her vagina tighter around the thickness of his rigid pelvis, striving to milk the big shaft of its strength, the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the narrow ridge which ran the full length of the underside of Mark's penis.
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.