Oh, God, he's inside me… he's inside me… in my vagina! His penis! It's happening again! DesirЋe thought vaguely, her mind and soul shattered by the liquor and the wretchedness of her emotions, and her body one huge sensation of pagan desire. He can't be doing this… he can't, and I can't be letting him, but he is. Not again, not another time today, with a man. Oh, he is… and, oh, God, it feels so good… I must stop him… but how can I when I can't stop myself?
Sid Buchanan's long, hard penis fucked up and down in her tight cuntal passage, causing her juices to flow like a river, his body heaving in demoniacal force as he drew his sperm-heavy cock nearly out of the clasping sheath of the mesmerized young DesirЋe's pussy, then plunged down again until his aching, bloated testicles slapped ruthlessly against her naked, twitching asshole, itself so sensitive and excitable after having been reamed so thoroughly today. She was itching there, her little anus, still raw from the acts performed in it this very day. He was so intent on the release of his nearly bursting orgasm that he almost forgot about Khalid al-Mazkum in the next room.
Khalid al-Mazkum sucked in his breath sharply and felt a tingle of anticipation surge through his loins and stiffen his penis as he stealthily moved through the door and approached the pair on the couch, listening to the girl's half-repressed sighs and the liquid sounds of a cock sluicing in and out of a wet pussy. No, Buchanan hadn't been kidding. He heard the soft moan, a woman's throaty purr, and murmuring, "Sid… Sid…"
His head nearly dizzy with the anticipatory thoughts of that lovely, na•ve young wife of the aspiring politician being thoroughly fucked by Buchanan, of that luscious DesirЋe Denning first succumbing to Buchanan and then being available to him – Allah! It was enough to send his semen shooting out right then and there!
He moved to the side of the couch.
Balls of the Prophet! He was really doing it! Old Sid Buchanan was fucking the hell out of sweet, innocent DesirЋe Denning! Khalid al-Mazkum nearly staggered backwards with the dizzying excitement that the lewd, licentious coupling aroused in him. There was his business partner pumping up and down on top of Denning's angelic, lovely young wife, sinking his cock to its hilt between her widespread legs, his huge, hairy balls slapping noisily into the wide split of her buttocks, whapping down against her visible tight, pink anus. And there was Denning's wife undulating her body and buttocks in tiny, hungry circles, her face turned sideways so that the Arab could see the effect that the fucking was having on her body. Her features were contorted, as if in rapture, and her mouth hinged wide, her tongue licking her dry cherry-like lips. Slurpy, wet, sucking sounds were rising from the action of their genitals, and Khalid could see tiny ridges of tender tissue emerging from the pink-rimmed vagina as Buchanan stroked outward, which then folded back inside as he pushed back into the girl's hair-framed grotto of pleasure.
The chief of PLO Investments found his breath coming in tight gasps and the burning sensations in his belly growing to maddening proportions each moment as he watched the young, na•ve girl being ravished. Her body perspired freely, and her forehead, cheeks, and upper lip were sheened with tiny beads of sweat. The heavy liquid from her clasping cunt was soaking the couch beneath her bouncing buttocks.
DesirЋe Denning looked almost inhuman to the Arab as he beadily focused on the wildly writhing couple. She was no longer human to him, but a grunting, panting, quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that was begging for prolonged subjugation, was reveling in humiliation at being fucked by the evil, overweight unbeliever over her. She ground her buttocks lasciviously down into the cushions of the couch and the perspiration on her body and on the sales manager's skin glittered in the pale light of the desk lamp like moving diamonds.
al-Mazkum couldn't stand it much longer. He slowly slid his hands down and stroked his burgeoning cock through his pants. Then, unable to resist the temptation, he unbuckled his pants and let them drop around his feet. He lifted one leg, his eyes still feasting on the lewd adultery going on before him, and removed one shoe and one pant-leg. Then the other, and then his underpants. He moaned, transfixed, his cock jutting forward from his loin, pressing against the arm of the couch by Sid's feet. The soft, expensive fabric of the furniture against the head of his cock made an odd tingling sensation. He rubbed his thick shaft up and down in time to the rhythmic drubbings of the manager, Buchanan, and the politician's wife, DesirЋe, as the evil one fucked into the other innocent one mercilessly.
al-Mazkum watched with lust-filled eyes the actions on the couch, ready to crawl up on there with them to quench the fire raging through his penis and testicles. The sight of that virginal girl being buffeted by Buchanan without mercy was too much! Something had to give!
Something did.
The great manipulator, Buchanan, cried out, "Oh, Jesus! I'm going to cum! I'm going… AAHHHHHHHHHHH!" His body froze in mid-stroke, then hurtled downward again in an insane fury as his climax struck and his white hot semen spewed out of his balls like lava from a volcano, inundating DesirЋe Denning's vagina, filling her womb to the overflowing; Khalid al-Mazkum could see his associate's hot sticky cum flow out around his cock and form a puddle on the expensive fabric beneath their sweating heaving bodies… Then Buchanan collapsed forward over the quivering woman, cooing his delight in her ears.
DesirЋe detected movement in the corner of her eye, but nothing mattered except the body of the man breathing hotly over her. It felt so good to be here like this, warm, loved, and full of the man's cream, soothing her hot vagina inside.
"Ya Allah," she heard a voice harshly grate. "You were right, Sid, you certainly were right! Her pussy really was climbing your cock!"
"Didn't I tell you I'd nail her? Heh, heh, be patient, if you want a little of her."
"Man, is she tender! If you don't fuck her to death, I will!"
Sid Buchanan chuckled lewdly and DesirЋe felt his deflating penis slip from her overused and ravaged vagina and his hands pull at her hips. She could sense the sucking withdrawal between her legs and the cool rush of air to her tortured loins, suddenly freed from the body of her husband's mentor. The pain that existed in her mind and in her loins was replaced by a different pain… that of unsatisfied desire. She had had an orgasm with Sid, but she needed more. She squeezed her buttocks together, almost beside herself, for the end of her torment was so far away. She writhed on the sofa, lost in the hedonistic world the liquor and her own betraying flesh had conjured up, and one hand strayed to her damp, hair-lined slit. She stroked into herself fretfully, trying to reach the impossible depths the vanished cock had a moment before.
In the distance she heard the rustle of clothing as the two men changed positions, and she trembled, half in fear and half from impatience. Then, male hands were searching over her again, pulling her thighs apart, urgent fingers parting the lips of her throbbing vagina, and a deep, guttural voice, a voice she knew but couldn't at the moment identify, rumbling as a storm cloud rumbles thunder from above in its guttural Arabic tones. "Come on, DesirЋe. Khalid is going to show you what fucking is all about!"
She gasped at the force of the powerful fingers… and the sudden blunt stab of a fiery pole of flesh. The new male dropped like a sack of concrete, smashing her tightly into the cushions. His thick penis found her tender hole and plunged into her hungrily waiting vagina, pushing the moist unresisting folds of pussy flesh in rippling waves before its smooth, tunneling head.
DesirЋe cried aloud at the quick, brutal impalement, surprised by its thickness. Her whole body twitched and writhed uncontrollably as she groaned out in helpless and abandoned welcome to the huge, punishing instrument sinking ever deeper in her cunt. But the pain was only momentary, and then the greedy walls of her vagina clasped around the fleshy cudgel hungrily, slithering up wetly to devour its length to its hilt. She groaned in relief at the filling of her wide-stretched cuntal passage as the Arab, his identity still unclear to the helpless young girl, began a heavy thrusting motion in her hungrily grinding pussy. She hissed her sex-fire between her clenched teeth, the inferno raging in her loins spurred on by the liquor and the obscene position she faintly realized that she was in. Through glazed, half-lidded eyes she saw the dark, swarthy form heaving above her. There was somebody else watching them from just a couple of feet away, which she knew instinctively was Sid Buchanan, though she couldn't make out the blurred image, which now wasn't important. The flames of growing lust boiled out of control, and there was nothing else in the world. No today, no tomorrow, no Mark; nothing save her deep hole of lust and flesh, of belly smacking belly, of cock heaving into cunt. DesirЋe Denning, ruled by the pagan instincts of her female biology, responded automatically, not caring who was driving so deeply in her, who was ready to burst his sperm into her vagina next. Her hands darted behind the man's driving buttocks, pulling him to her, spreading her legs wider and pulling them upwards until her feel waved in the air above the Arab.