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The Hundred Husbands of Sand Saref 3
🕑 Added 2023-03-30 15:59:01 +0000 UTCIt all happened in a rush, so fast Sand might’ve blacked out for some of it. Strong hands pushed her roughly into a set of clothes; not hers, but clean and as flattering as they were fragile. Sartana dressed hurriedly, calling to Pedro. He came in with Luis.
With Sartana in the lead, they took her to the parking lot, slumped between Pedro and Luis. Sand’s eyes jagged about like she was trying to focus on something, although what she didn’t know. The ta’nna gave her a restless energy that did not feel anything like being awake.
Sartana got the rear doors of a white van. Luis and Pedro pushed her into the back of it, onto a thin carpet that lay across the cold metal floor. They climbed in with her and closed the doors behind her.
“About time, man!” Luis whispered harshly, struggling out of his uniform trousers. “Get her naked for me, now, get her naked!”
“Wait until we get to the next precinct,” Sartana told him, climbing into the driver’s seat. “Give the ta’nna a chance to work. Believe me, you don’t want sloppy seconds of what we did to her.”
“Yeah, what kinda bullshit is you getting to go first, and second, and third?” Pedro demanded.
“You agreed that however the lottery came out—“ Sartana began.
“Uh-huh, you’d get first crack at her. You didn’t say you’d get to use super-Viagra.”
“Quit griping. You still get a shot at her. How many people can say that?”
“At least let me look at her—you don’t know what it’s like, hearing it for hours on end because ‘someone has to hold on to the fort,’” Pedro said mockingly, mimicking a nasal Anglo accent at Sartana’s expense.
“Hold down the fort,” Sartana corrected him. “You wanna look, fine, get a look.”
Sand went limp as Pedro and Luis tore off her clothes—flimsy enough that she now realized they were meant to be torn off. Naked, shivering as the chill of the metal van pressed through the carpet under her, she fell onto her back. And her soft, tanned thighs spread, exposing her moist sex once more palpitating.
“Goddamn, take a look at her tits!” Luis exclaimed. He dropped his pants to his knees, exposing the stiffness of his erection. He was well-hung and extremely hard, his cock dripping precum from the bloated crown. “I’ve never seen such big tits on such a nice, tight little body…”
“Give her holes a rest. Let her blow you,” Sartana suggested. “She gives great head. Like a pro, only she loves it—you feel like she’d suck you off for free.”
Sand panted. Luis moved up her body and lowered his weight onto her full breasts, which proved as plush a seat as he could ever ask for. His knees set down on either side of her shoulders. He took her by the ears and pulled her head up, thrusting his cockhead crudely into her lips.
“Suck on it, baby,” he spat. “Show me you can fuck as good as you look!”
Without any resistance at all, Sand’s lips parted. As soon as she felt Luis’s prick go into her mouth, her pussy was humming with energy again, wet again, and she was full of anticipation of another round of pleasure.
What am I turning into? Sand wondered. Her head was clear, her senses intact, but here she was giving into all of this, as willingly as a crack whore.
Gluttonous, she clasped her lips around his rigid shaft and her tongue swirled desperately around his reddened knob, tasting sumptuously the precum leaking from his tip. She blushed when the taste hit her senses, then sucked hard, milking Luis’s prick for more of that sweet flavor.
“Ahhh!” Luis sighed, relaxing into the sensation and even more turned on by how Sand clearly savored her duties. He pulled her head close to his belly, forcing another inch and a half of his length into her warm mouth. “That’s good, bitch! Mmmm, that feels so good! Sartara, where the hell did you find this one?”
“Can’t you tell? She’s my sister. She came to town asking for me to show her a good time!”
Sand sucked-licked-kissed Luis’s twitching erection, straining to lift her head further up to it with his weight keeping her flat on her back. She was growing very aroused now and, lowering her hand between her legs, she groped through her pubic thatch to the pouting slit of her opening. There, she fingered herself, rolling her thumb over her clit and entering her womanhood. Moving in symmetry with her mouth working itself up and down on Luis’s member.
Sartana brought the van to a stop. They were in the next precinct’s parking lot now, if the farthest corner of it, and she didn’t want to risk snatching any more looks at Sand’s debauchery in the rear-view mirror while she was supposed to be driving. (Not looking at what was happening to Sand simply wasn’t an option.)
“Let me handle that,” she told Sand, mock-considerately, as she moved to the back of the parked fan. “You’ve got enough on your… plate.”
She knelt between Sand’s thighs, grateful that she was getting another shot at her pussy before it was despoiled once more. Almost tenderly, she bowed her head into the twitching wetness of Sand’s womanhood, licking it. Her avid laps splayed its folds, made Sand open her legs and further display herself. Then Sartana was sucking on the folds, worrying at them with her teeth, and thrusting her tongue inside Sand’s tight slit as she’d once enjoyed so much.
“Ggghhhh!” Sand moaned, helplessly rocking her body away from the van floor and into Sartana’s pretty face with all the pleasure that it offered.
Her burgeoning arousal was too much for her; it forced her to suck harder on Luis’s prick, much harder. She wrapped her fist around what her mouth couldn’t reach and jerked him off as well as sucking him. Pumping his dick harder and harder even while she fed more of it into the enveloping tightness of her throat.
“UUHH!” Luis grunted, pumping his hips, fucking Sand’s mouth less like a pleasure and more like a compulsion. “Oh yeah, bitch, get it! My cock’s so hard now! But that’s not enough! Get it harder and I’ll fuck you with it! Suck it, suck it as hard as you want it to be when it fucks you!”
Sartana slid two fingers inside of Sand and pumped them quickly back and forth. Her lips went to Sand’s clit, tightening around it, seeming determined to suffocate it as she sucked it into pleasure.
Sand bucked as if she’d been shocked. She strangled the base of Luis’s erection, although by now she lacked the strength to harm him even if she wanted to. And the way she was sucking on his cock proved that wasn’t her intent.
Color flooded her cheeks while they dimpled and bloated around Luis’s powerful hard-on, demanding his cum, trying to force him to give up his load to the hunger deep down her throat.
“Unn! That’s enough!” Luis groaned. His member painfully stiff as he forcibly removed it from Sand’s slurping mouth. “Not gonna come—gonna fuck you! FUCK YOU!”
Sartana got out of the way, smiling at Luis, giving him a gesture relishing the experience that awaited him. Luis climbed down Sand’s body—she barely had time to look down and see him fitting his cockhead to the gulping mouth of her pussy. Then it was going into her; she moaned with pleasure. Bucking and pumping her ass up from the van floor, thrusting herself onto his cock in her eagerness to be broken in once more.
“Oh shit, what a pair of tits!” Luis murmured. With half of his length set inside Sand’s passage, he put both hands on her swollen breasts. “Can’t believe anyone with a pair like these loves to fuck as much as we love to fuck her!”
He rolled and kneaded her tits in his hands, his appreciation sublime, his attention split only by how good it felt to force his aching hard-on deeper into the grip of her pussy.
“They’re so big,” he continued. “God, what nipples! I can’t believe I’m fucking a chick with such great tits!”
“She can’t believe it either,” Sartana teased. “Make her a believer, man. Remind her she’s still got a real hombre to satisfy…”
