Sid sped his deep thrusts, feeling her shuddering pussy spasming around his burning, leaking shaft. "DesirЋe, now listen to me. I'm going to come in your sweet pussy, and I hope you get pregnant from it. I'm going to keep an eye on you, and if you have an abortion to stop it, I'm going to make more trouble for you and Mark than you can believe. Understand? Open your hot little womb, 'cause I'm going to flood it with my babies."
DesirЋe cried out and squeezed Mark's hand with her own hand, made so strong by years of piano practice and hefting weights in the gym, so hard that he cried out and suddenly sat up, groggily. He sat there, naked, swaying, his eyes trying to focus as a grunting Buchanan fucked deeply into his young bride's flowing vagina, feeling the burning wad of sperm amassing behind his scrotum for its gooey, life-giving explosion. Sid looked up, grinning at the face of the young man as he felt the ejaculation bubbling down the thick tube running along the underside of his knurled, veiny cock.
"Oh God… don't stop! Don't stop! That's it… harder, deeper, fuck me!"
Buchanan knew the end was close and with every ounce of strength left in his body he pounded violently into her eager heated pussy, gritting his teeth and tightly clenching the muscles of his buttocks in a desperate effort to hold back the seething flood that filled his balls so painfully he thought he'd explode.
Just – one – more… deep – grinding – thrust – just – a few – more!
"Ohhhhhh," DesirЋe's voice let out a deep vibrato flutter; "Oh, I'm cummmming… I-I… I'm cummmming! Oh, aaaggghhh… eeeeiiiii!"
Slamming his hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis against her wildly grinding belly, Buchanan buried his throbbing cock right up to the hilt in the wet juicy furrow of her greedily clasping cunt. With a loud gasping cry of relief he felt his hot surging sperm course the length of his painfully swollen cock to explode in a giant torrent of fiery sticky sperm far up into her belly.
DesirЋe felt the muscles spasm from her toes right up to her head as the surging throes of her climax ran its devastating course. Her ravished vaginal passage hungrily gulped up every precious drop of spewing, life-giving liquid as it pumped into her with spurt after spurt after spurt of hot searing ecstasy.
As the vile man's penis throbbed, jerking out the thick, sticky, hot load of sperm, hotly gushing out into her belly, against her cervix and the tender walls of her trembling vagina, DesirЋe looked up in horror at the face of her young husband. She felt the thick, gooey sperm spattering against her vaginal tissues, filling her private channel with his hot baby-cream, gushing in, and then oozing thickly out to run down over her raw-rubbed anus and form a thick puddle on the sheet below her bouncing bottom. DesirЋe screamed, coming again, her soft belly jerking up against Buchanan, his balls smacking wetly into the swampy recess of her asshole.
"Here's my cum in your cunt, baby," he groaned, shuddering against her. "All you'll ever need."
DesirЋe sobbed with emotion, her legs wrapping around Sid's thick body as he filled her vagina full with his seed, and then she saw Mark topple over sideways onto the mattress, his heavy breathing giving way to a loud snore as Buchanan went on jerking onto and up inside her, flooding her sucking wet love-hole, then collapsed over her trembling, glowing, well-fucked young body. She sobbed several times, feeling Buchanan's cock lying long, thick, and still hard inside her cunt, consciousness draining away from her in her deep, though only sexual, satisfaction.
Buchanan's cock was still massively hard when he reluctantly drew it slowly out of her vagina half an hour later. He wanted to fuck this lovely doll again, but she had fainted away and he didn't want to risk waking her husband. Obviously, the young man had almost come around during Buchanan's session of intercourse with DesirЋe. It would do no good to incur Mark Denning's wrath when he could be of such use, politically, to Buchanan, as long as the young man was friendly. Being cuckolded by his mentor would not do anything but harm the relationship between the two men.
Sid looked down at the sleeping girl, her large, heavy breasts heaving steadily with her breathing, her rosy thighs innocently spread slightly, her raw, red-rimmed vagina stretched slightly from his hour-long session of intimate plunging, returning to its normal size while a trickle of thick, white seminal cream ran from the hole and down into the cleft of her plump bottom. Looking at her, he felt a twinge of emotion. What was it that made him care for this young, long-legged female? He had had many beautiful young women, but none of them had ever moved him in the slightest after he had sampled their charms. What was it that made DesirЋe different, besides the fact that she was just that little bit more physically beautiful? Was it her lovely soprano voice when she sang? Or was it her honesty of character and sincere desire to be faithful to her husband? Or was it just the rare feeling her body and, more particularly, her tiny, tender vagina, gave him when he was heaving and pumping inside of her.
Or was it that she was the daughter of Thurston Mitchell, a man whose success, with real moral rectitude, had never ceased to privately irritate Buchanan, who had never found it possible to succeed at anything honestly. Buchanan, in conquering Mitchell's daughter and making her respond passionately in adultery, felt he had somehow got one up on her father.
Tenderly, Buchanan drew the sheet over her innocently exposed body, then put on his robe. Perhaps he could make use of her in some way, to insure control of her husband or her father somehow. Especially if she had his baby, nine months down the road from now…
CHAPTER FOUR
Liz Clark, dressed only in bra and panties circled the bed, gently urging her three new pets, her darling Lobo's three-year-old pups, to concerted action. With Tanya's unwitting help, she was devising a method of getting even with all the people in this self-righteous, puritanical town that had ostracized her since that time, just a couple of months before, when her own canine lover, Lobo, had vengefully raped Nancy Pace in retaliation for the beating Clete Anderson had given him. And while there was no reported case of any more women being raped by Lobo or his other roving, wild offspring, a few women had been frightened at the sightings and a state of near panic reigned in the neighbourhood now.
Liz was often filled with glee when she thought of what these three young animals would do once they had been trained and turned loose, thinking that all the human females in the world were there for their own pleasure.
Tanya, wearing one of Liz's old sweatshirts and a pair of old panties was being wrestled down onto the king-sized bed by the biggest dog, who had, according to instructions, grasped the old shirt at the back of the girl's neck and dragged her down to her hands and knees. While she was held there immobile, one of the other young males came up behind her and tore the panties from her upturned hips, exposing the glistening gash of her wet and fragrant pussy. Tanya, thinking all this was a game which she had already enjoyed several times, went along with everything, but struggled to make it seem real. The other two dogs flanked the girl, pinning her body between their two while the third began licking sensuously and effectively between her legs. Before long, Tanya, now totally accustomed and enchanted with the bestial sex, began to squeal and squirm with joy.
"That's it, Bruno," Liz encouraged. "Lick that cute little pussy. Make it purr."
Tanya was visibly shivering with arousal. "Oh, that's it, Bruno. Oh, I need it so much." Which was no lie. Rodney was out again, running frantically around trying to find the story of the dogs that raped women. Little did he know that while he was neglecting her running around the hills with Clete Anderson, his sexually deprived wife was actively involved in the story. Yes, Tanya knew it was true, yet she had no intention of telling him. She loved him, but he hadn't been a proper husband since this story had begun circling around in his head. He wanted a Pulitzer. All Tanya wanted was a little affection.