However, it didn't hurt, not at all, not physically, even though it was torture mentally. No, quite to the contrary, it didn't hurt, but rather felt strangely pleasant, in a nightmarish sort of way. This couldn't be happening, couldn't have happened before for that video tape, but it was, and it had, and she was rocked by the realisation that she had been unfaithful to Mark. She definitely didn't want to be again, but her needing, hungry, sexually-neglected body was answering each wipe and swipe and stab of his tongue with electric jolts of pleasure that darted from her hot, moistening pussy up through her womb and ovaries to her stiffly-tingling pink nipples, up to the very back of her neck, causing the hairs there to bristling as if she had been touched by a high-tension wire.
"Clete, oh Clete!" she cried. "You've got to stop. Pleeeeease." She gave a grunt of suppressed pleasure. "Yes, please stop. No one has ever done this to me. Ever."
Clete snorted and bored his tongue far up into her creaming love channel. "I don't know how you can say that," he said, reaching up above his head with both his arms to grab her great tits with his big hands. "What about Priscilla and that damned wild dog?"
"Wild dog? Priscilla?" DesirЋe shook her head, looking down at Clete's moving head between the mounds of her tits being manipulated by his big, meathook hands.
"Yes, remember?" he said, flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly against the head of her love button, causing her hips to squirm uncontrollably down toward her face. "That fucking Lobo, and your lover-doll friend Priscilla."
DesirЋe cried out again as vague memories tormented her burning brain. Vague flashes of Priscilla's hot, swampy pussy before her face, of the older girl licking her own in much the same way as Clete was doing now, and of being climbed upon by a huge, German Shepherd dog, tormented her mind. Clete must be lying, but why did she have these hallucinations? Was it Clete's suggestion creating unreal images, or were they really forgotten factual episodes? If she could only sort out the dreams from the realities, if she could only concentrate on the problem for a moment or two.
But Clete wasn't allowing her time to think, or to breathe, or to do anything but feel his seducing tongue on the sacred, private openings between her legs. He was trespassing on Mark's private property and there seemed to be nothing she could do about it, as the most amazing sensations shot through her loins.
Clete moved one hand down to the bottom drawer of the desk on which DesirЋe sat, slid it open, and took out the dildo he had hidden there. It was textured rubber and black in color, like his own penis, with a broadly-flaring head. It also had attached a parallel second penis, slimmer and slightly shorter, with less than an inch of space between itself and its larger brother. But the most interesting thing was the crescent-shaped bit, somewhat like a boxer's mouthpiece, attached to the end so that it could be held in the teeth. He had greased both coronas with pure, white surgical lubricant before putting it in the drawer, and he carefully moved it up to DesirЋe's soft, wet cunt.
Gripping the mouthpiece between his teeth, he quickly placed the larger dildo tip against the reluctant opening of her pussy, noting that the smaller one was aimed at her unsuspecting, innocent little asshole. Now, gripping her tits again with both hands, he used the muscles of his neck to slide the dual penises forward. DesirЋe yelped with alarm at the unexpected penetration, felt two inches invade her vagina before the smaller shaft pried it's way into her tight little anus. At first she thought that she was shitting in reverse, but then the dildos found their deepest depth and the ticklers in the joining of the probes stimulated her perineum in an eerily erotic and pleasant way.
To DesirЋe this was all beyond fantasy and beyond horror. Her long neglected vagina accepted greedily the attention he was giving it, the huge penetration of the soft rubber intruders. She struggled with herself, and visions of Mark flashed through her mind and her body wanted to imagine that it was his penis inside her pussy, causing her to grow wetter and wetter with each gentle probe. His hands were everywhere, stroking her tingling breasts, her fiery nipples, her tender belly, dipping into her pert navel, stroking her reflexively jerking flanks, delving into the cleft of her vulva and her ass. Her mental torment was heightened by her inability to control the fires of pleasure that were raging through her loins as the artificial penises sliced back and forth in her moist tenderness.
Clete's flexing neck slid the dildo in and out of her twin orifices, watching the inner linings clinging to the rubber on the outstroke and folding back in on the instroke. He could see every fold of her intimate flesh, every silken tendril of hair, as the artificial penises slid back and forth smoothly inside her. He loved the view of her perfect, young, nubile vagina and anus, and if he could have pushed his head up inside her slippery love channel and licked the very inside of her womb, he would have. He watched her aroused pink flesh clinging to the shuttling rubber shafts for a long time while DesirЋe's uncontrollable arousal grew and grew.
Clete used one hand to unfasten his pants and liberate his monster penis – much larger than what she was now accommodating – and as he released his oral grip on the dildo and stood up quickly, everything he wore slid to a ring around his ankles while he shrugged off his shirt, revealing the monstrous musculature of his upper body. Slowly drawing the artificial cocks out of her belly, he tossed them across the room, then took DesirЋe's two hands and drew her to a sitting position on the edge of the desk. DesirЋe's pleading eyes locked with his as he gripped his huge, grossly-swollen cock and directed the great, purple, blunt end against her softened, flooded pussy.
Cupping his hands over her plump buttocks he pulled her forward so that her thighs were spread wide by his muscular hips. Her eyes stared transfixed into the black wells of his own as he brought his face close to hers and she could smell the tobacco on his breath as he spoke.
"You're mine, DesirЋe, and don't you forget it. This is how it's going to be from now on, whenever I need you, whenever you need me. Every day, every day, until you understand who you belong to. Mine, Dez, mine."
And with those words he pressed forward with his enlarged, blood-engorged cock, driving it deeply, deeply, into her tiny, wet vagina. He moaned with the feel of her cuntal caress around his throbbing cock, heard her answering gasps, moved ahead until he was sunk inside her deeper than even he had gone before, the head of the ten and a half inches of gouging black flesh reaching as far as her navel.
Holding her unmoving, weak body tightly, he began fucking his cock gently but firmly in and out of her silky, slippery wet vagina, beginning his drive toward climax. Yes, he would fuck her every day now, every day until he was sure she was carrying his black child. He hoped for a son, a male heir to the Mitchell fortune which would be his key into the family when he had finally succeeded in prying her away from her stupid husband. She would be his, the mother of a dozen black children, a line that would start with this one, this baby that he was going to fuck into her belly right now. And he would be doing this to her at least every two or three days until he was sure she had his black embryo growing in her belly.
Thrusting wetly in and out of her vagina, he looked down at his glistening black cock vanishing into the furry pie of her cunt. Her head lolled back on a rubbery neck, her eyes glassy and half closed, her tits jiggling slightly when his belly bumped against her spread-open crotch.