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.
CHAPTER SIX
Wakefulness came slowly to DesirЋe long after the sun had risen and the sun was well on its way across the sky. Her eyelids felt puffy and moved open only with effort.
It was the pounding on the door that was cutting through her fantastic dream, and she shifted her body heavily on the sheets. She was in her own bed, there in her new home that she shared with Mark. Her hands traveled over her body, trying to wake her senses, to bring herself around from the fantasies that had been whipping through her dreams. Dreams of herself, Priscilla naked, dancing around with a camera, DesirЋe herself on her knees, peering back over her shoulder, over the raised mounds of her bottom, at Clete Anderson, his grimacing, big, white teeth cutting the lusting dark face in half as he pummeled her with his huge penis. She screaming, pleading, moaning. Coming, while the great cock spewed its virulent semen into her spasming cunt.
A dream.
But then her roving hands found the evidence that it could have been more than a dream in the heavily-crusted, glue-like residue matting the lush pelt of her pubic hair, down there by her strangely numb and satisfied pussy. She had been fucking – with someone! Was it really Clete? The thought caused her to shudder.
The knocking at the door went on. DesirЋe peeled her damp body off the sheet, shrugged on her rob, and shuffled unsteadily to the door. Clete Anderson! Making love to her? Making her come? Was it possible? She shook her head and opened the door.
"We were worried about you, Dezzy," Tanya said from the porch, Rodney at her elbow. "You're late coming to see us."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Tanya," DesirЋe apologized, pulling the robe closed around her bosom. "I must have overslept."
"Overslept!" Tanya reproved good-naturedly. "It's three o'clock."
"Three o'clock?" DesirЋe was shocked. She had never slept so late in her life.
"We were going to lunch, remember?" Tanya waited for some reply from the beautiful girl. "Dez, are you all right?"
DesirЋe stepped back and let the pair in, falling tiredly back on the sofa, the robe riding up and not covering her creamy thighs properly. Rodney was trying not to notice.
"DesirЋe," Rodney said. "I've got to meet some local people. This magazine article could turn out to be something really big."
"Article?"
"Yes, of course," Rodney said. "The story about the dog raping women. Remember? Well, he's struck again. But this time it's murder."
DesirЋe stared at him blankly, a cold chill creeping up the back of her neck.
"Haven't you heard?" Tanya asked incredulously. "The dog. He's killed a man."
DesirЋe groaned in terror. He, Lobo, who had had sex with her just a month previously, had killed a man.
"Tore him limb from limb," Rodney said. "I was out there today. I took this picture." He handed it across to DesirЋe. "I hope you won't be too shocked, but maybe now you'll understand that it's for real."
With trembling fingers, DesirЋe took the color blow-up that the young man had just developed in his own portable darkroom. After the briefest glance, she dropped it as if it was a hot iron. She began to shiver all over, even in the heat of the day. She had recognized Johnny Canning, the young man who had raped her before her wedding, just five weeks ago. She remembered her fear at the time, his pimply, grinning face, his heaving body and thrusting cock that had ultimately made her feel such pleasure, that had left her excited and vulnerable to the dog that had invaded her room just after that.
"Dez, are you all right?"
DesirЋe came back from far away. "Yes. Yes, I'm fine."
But it was obvious that she was not all right. Rodney could see that she was shaken, and her robe had separated over her thighs and between her carelessly parted thighs, he could see the honey-brown curls of her moist pussy; he shook his head and looked away, again conscious of the feelings he had once entertained for her from afar. Tanya was concerned and walked over to her friend, discreetly pulling her robe back over her creamy thighs.
"Darling," Tanya cajoled, stroking her friend's face with a tender hand. "You've got to pull yourself together. Mark will be back in a few days."
The blonde looked into her friend's eyes, and then her face crumbled into despair. The recollections of the night before came back vividly, her unforgivable behavior and what she had allowed Clete Anderson to do, with her full encouragement. She remembered it all, the black sheriff behind her, shafting her tender body in the most indescribable way with his giant sex organ. It was all true, she now knew, it had happened, and the reality overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
Tanya saw DesirЋe's pretty, blue eyes turn up while the girl keeled over backward in a faint.
DesirЋe came around feeling so warm and cozy. Warm water. Warm, warm water. Tender, feminine hands on her body.
Rodney stood in the doorway, stroking his red beard, watching the blonde's lovely breasts bobbing among the bubbles on the surface of the bath water. His eyes were drawn to the silken-haired pussy where Tanya was soaping away the wispy, white streamers of some viscous, pearlescent stuff that was leaking out of the girl's pink cuntal slit into the hot water, something that looked suspiciously like semen. But how could that be? Mark had been away last night, so who could have been doing the duty? No, impossible. They'd just got married and DesirЋe, like most women, was fastidiously faithful. No, he shouldn't be looking and seeing things and jumping to conclusions. But he smiled at himself, for that was his business. Seeing things and getting suspicious and jumping to conclusions. Writing interesting stories, whether they were entirely accurate or not.
Rodney turned away, berating himself as he walked into the living room to leave DesirЋe with her privacy. Damn me, she's a friend, he thought. Here he was, speculating on some white stuff floating in the bath water between her knees. Had she been raped by a dog, that wild dog, last night? He surely couldn't write that about DesirЋe while he was staying in her good parents' home.