Babala's Correction by Bethany Amber Page A

knob was enclosed it was released, and his eyes flashed wide open with disappointment.
    â€˜If I suck your cock and drink down all your come,’ Fazath cooed seductively, ‘will you let me go?’ She brushed her black hair against the lad’s belly and her cheek against the smooth stiffness of his cock. Looking up at him she gave a winning smile and felt his shudder at her caresses.
    â€˜Graf and Capel said you did not enjoy the attentions of men... only women.’ He croaked the words, fearful that the others should discover them, and yet his groin was aching with renewed fullness. ‘And what of Babala? Would you leave her and allow my friends to put her up to auction?’
    Fazath snaked her tongue around the lad’s globe, allowing the very tip to tickle the pulsing single eye, and did not speak until the young man was trembling with her attentions. ‘Will you let me go?’ she said, clutching his muscular thighs. ‘Will you?’
    If she could only escape perhaps she could yet rescue Babala and spirit her away to some humble retreat in the forest, where she could delight in the luscious girl forever. Meanwhile, she must degrade herself and suck the youth for all she hated it, hoping she could then run.
    â€˜Do it,’ rasped Peli. ‘Do it. My cock is throbbing as if it would burst.’
    Fazath, her midnight hair tumbled and matted by the days and nights of her trials, her body naked and grimy, arched her body backwards. Her full breasts pouted invitingly and she shuffled open her thighs to display the black nest through which flushed pink folds peeped. Peli groaned.
    â€˜Do you promise?’ she whispered.
    Peli’s fingers rested at the root of his cock, trembling, aching to finish the pleasuring the woman had started. ‘I’ll do what I can,’ he hissed, ‘but do it or my balls will surely burst.’
    With a laugh Fazath opened her mouth and engulfed the full length of the pulsing thickness. Her tongue snaked around the smooth tautness of his skin and her hands cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she used the pad of her thumb to play the sensitive spot between them and his anus. She heard him groan with pleasure and almost gagged as he thrust deeper and deeper into her throat.
    Neither heard the tumble of stones as feet and hands clawed their way up the tortuous slope of the mountain. It was only when a growl of anger filled the cave that they realised they had been discovered.
    But Peli was unable to stop his vigorous thrusting, reaching the point at which he was unable to stop. A moan of pleasure came from his throat and his spume gushed like a fountain into Fazath’s throat, coating her tongue, her teeth, the soft inner lining of her cheeks.
    â€˜Well now, young fellow,’ Graf’s deep voice was punctuated with laughter. ‘I came to rescue you from this harridan, but it would appear...’
    Peli staggered back, tugging at his leather skirt, tucking it around his wilting cock and his balls. ‘She - she was enticing me to help her escape!’ he blurted. ‘Without the girl!’
    Like a panther Fazath sprang at the lad, her nails attacking him like claws, every muscle tensed in anger. Her well-developed biceps, recovered from their long bondage, bulged as she threw her arms around the lad’s chest, crushing him until there was no breath left in him, and her calves wrapped about one of his as she threw him to the ground, where they rolled locked in combat.
    â€˜A pleasing sight,’ grunted Graf, and Fazath heard the lust in his voice, knowing, even in battle, that men found her toned body enticing. ‘But the time for play is over,’ he added.
    A hand stronger than hers prised her arms from the lad and held her, helpless as a kitten. Peli lay on the ground, gasping for breath while Fazath was mauled between her thighs with fingers that opened her cunny and thrust deep into the moist, yielding