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Osman smiled to himself above her. The mixture had worked its strange magic as it always had before.

The little bitch thinks I'm her husband, he grinned lewdly to himself. He remembered that her passport identified her as a single American girl of twenty-two years, which meant that she must have been married only recently to this Robert. Perhaps they had never even fucked yet. The thought that she might still be an innocent, untried virgin made his thick expanded cock jerk wildly in his hand, and he stroked the throbbing rod slowly, running his free hand lightly over the full enticing mounds of her breasts and down over her quivering white belly to the mysterious blonde pubic triangle below. Gently he shoved her manipulating hand away from her moistly responding cunt, thrusting his own extended middle finger into the ready and waiting wetness inside.

"Ohhh, darling, darling. Be gentle," the girl droned on beneath him. "I'll make you so happy, Robert. Please be gentle."

Penny was dreaming on, her body now becoming alert to the magic caresses turning her tingling body into a hot vessel of passionate desire. Tiny thrilling goosebumps dotted the whiteness of her druggedly sensitive skin while hot flashes of sheer unadulterated lust shot up through her widespread loins.

God, how she wanted him! Her body ached and burned to be touched gently and with understanding as he was doing it now.

The new bride pushed from her thoughts the insensitive rape her young husband had subjected her to in the hotel earlier that night. She just wanted to make up for all the time she had denied him and herself the natural ways of merging their bodies into one. She felt as though she wanted him to climb right up inside her, to possess her, to still the thunder and hot lightning that was building up deep, deep inside from the ministrations of his maddening fingertips playing softly over her defenseless nakedness.

Perhaps he would understand her now, understand that she herself had suffered as much as he had while they were waiting-that she had wanted him badly too. Now it was different, she was thinking in her dreamy drug-induced state; they were here together alone, and now they were married and completely free to give each other all that they had to give.

In a mental haze, she passed her tongue slowly over her moist lips, savoring the pungent taste of aroused cock still clinging to them. It did strange things to her-the odor and taste coursing through her entire being like a love potion, lighting little fires in her turgidly erect nipples and causing a throbbing in the nerve ends deep up in her warm throbbing vagina. She writhed and twisted her body on the bed, groaning softly up into the dimly-lighted room. She could feel tiny dewdrops of moisture gathering down there between her legs as her nakedly palpitating pussy lips began a slow spasmodic contracting, clasping wetly together up between her quivering thighs.

Osman grinned, his greedy dark eyes feasting lewdly on her unconsciously squirming nakedness.

Gently he pulled his finger from her cunt and moved his knees on the bed, crouching on all fours over her undulating young body, pushing her unresisting milk-white thighs wider apart. Then he crawled up between them, his knees pressed outward against her ankles and his face panting a few inches above the openly spread pinkness of her loins. He passed his tongue hungrily over his lips as his eyes bored down at her gleaming pussy rotating sensuously and expectantly just below his extending tongue. He could see her moist juices glistening in the tiny pink opening of her vagina, slowly seeping and spreading down the full length of the delicious narrow valley of tender young pussy-flesh. Her flowing love-juices trailed on down between the rounded cheeks of her buttocks pressed tightly into the mattress below.

Through half-closed eyes, the drugged young blonde could see her husband's face, dimly visible as he leaned down between her widespread legs. She could feel the flat open palms of his hands pressing outward against her sensitive inner thighs, forcing them even farther apart. Her most secret treasure was offered up to him to use as he wished, and she held her breath as he lowered his face closer and closer and then suddenly-she felt the first searing contact!

The lustful Turk's hot probing tongue lashed out lightly over her quiveringly erect clitoris.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, shuddering from the electrifying pressure of tongue on pussy-flesh, her whole body jerking wildly up at him, as his warm moist lips closed hungrily over the entire quaking mound at the base of her belly. His face was lost to her view, buried in the fine blonde fleece, and she closed her eyes tightly again to enjoy the wet tickling kisses he was planting in the tenderly shuddering furrow, his moist tongue flicking serpent-like at the dilated opening of her cunt.

Her hands slipped sensuously down over the quivering swells of her breasts and brushed over the smooth plane of her shivering belly, coming to rest at her loins, on either side of Osman's avidly sucking lips. Her fingers stroked gently for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, tracing the hot flashing sensations coursing through her tender skin, and then she salaciously spread the fleshy outer folds of her pussy farther apart to give his devouring lips fuller access to her hotly throbbing inner crevice.

The night manager's wetly searing tongue shot out again and again, its flicking tip circling the erected clitoris while his lips sucked ravenously, drawing the warm slippery pussy-walls into the steaming hot cavern of his mouth. His sharp teeth nibbled playfully at the pink outer flanges as his tongue darted in and out of the succulent cuntal mouth. Then suddenly his teeth closed lightly around the turgid nub of her clitoris tugging at it as though he wanted to bite it off, his greedily pointed tongue darting repeatedly over its rigid tip.

The defenseless young wife groaned huskily as the hot probing wetness licked against the straining pink bud and she bucked her loins tighter up against his face. Slowly he let her tiny clitoris slip out from between his teeth and began laving his saliva-soaked tongue up and down the length of her desire-moistened pussy-slit. Starting at the lower belly and slithering its way over the elastic-rimmed opening of her wetly clasping vagina, the questing tongue slipped down, down into the crevice of her clenching buttocks, probing in heated search of the tight puckered anus below. Her hips were now grinding impatiently down into the squeaking bed while soft mewling animal sounds escaped from between her clenched teeth.

Osman worked hungrily up and down her pussy, feeling the curly wet pubic hair brushing teasingly against his cheeks. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to have such a proud innocent bitch squirming under his tongue and moaning for more. Her groans drove his tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down the steaming wet valley of her loins. He wanted her begging for it when he was ready to ram it to her-and she was almost there. He had never seen anything like it, never seen anyone so hot for it, even with the potion. She obviously needed fucking really bad, and she would get exactly what she wanted-this was just the beginning.

The incredulous Turk knew the drugged young bride was too far gone now to fight anything he wanted to do to her and his mind began to form weird erotic pictures of the positions he could put her in and the things he could do at will to her thrashing desire-wracked young body.

He chuckled lewdly as he felt her hands begin desperately clawing at his greasy black head of hair, guiding his face tighter against the palpitating opening of her cunt. Again and again, he ran his tongue into the soft hair-rimmed furrow, flicking at the hungrily clutching cuntal mouth for a moment, and then quickly withdrawing to tease again around the hot throbbing edges of her pussy-slit.

He let her force his mouth down still more firmly over the tight little opening to her wetly clasping vagina. As his eagerly sucking lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, he thrust his tongue deep up into it, bringing a low guttural groan from the defenseless young woman as her soft warm thighs closed convulsively around the sides of his bobbing face. He could feel the wet cuntal flesh slip moistly around his hotly extended tongue as the walls of her vagina opened and closed in a greedy clutching motion attempting to pull the invading instrument in deeper and deeper. It felt as though the nibbling voracious mouth would pull his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive.

She snaked her legs around his body and pushed her heels down against his back, pressing his face into the velvety trap until he could barely breathe, his nose smashed tight against the tiny hard clitoris above. He breathed in the sweet pungent odor of her vaginal secretions, now flowing in abundance from her cunt, the aroma inciting his penis to a hardness he could no longer control. He had to fuck this little bitch soon or he would explode his load of cum all over the mattress!

The only half-conscious Penny was lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips desperately upward toward that maddening probe between her legs. Robert had become like a god to her. She had never expected it could be like this, that her husband could bring such glorious sensual feelings to her inexperienced body.

Her love for him incited her further as her up-drawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was gluttonously licking at her flame-seared pussy below. The tendons of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his bobbing head.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhh, gooood!" she moaned, splaying her legs out wider and wider to give him easier access to her wildly throbbing loins.

The lust-crazed Turk could stand it no longer. He grabbed the hallucinating bride's flailing legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up over her sweat-soaked body at the same time. His rigidly jerking cock brushed against her wet prickling pubic hair as he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders, her ankles locking tightly behind his neck. He could look down between their bodies and see her upturned ass-cheeks and expanded cuntal slit, visibly fluttering just inches from his painfully throbbing cock.

Osman grinned obscenely above her as he edged his quivering penis slowly forward, watching its broad tip nuzzle into the pink moist flower of her eagerly waiting cunt. He stopped when the tip was firmly set in place, ready to slip forward and impale her at the first lunge he would make with his hips. He could feel her straining upward to take it in her, her hotly palpitating cuntal flanges writhing against him, sending waves of unbearable pleasure all the way from his bloated glans down the rigid cock-shaft into his aching balls hanging heavily below. He let her beg with her cunt a moment longer, poised above her like a bird of prey just waiting for the right instant to swoop down and spear her-then he drew back slightly for the first thrusting drive up into her quaking white belly.

At that moment, he heard the unmistakable sound of tires crunching in the gravel of the driveway outside the cabins.

"Damn!" he cursed out loud.

He had put off the exquisite moment he had been waiting for one minute too long. It didn't seem possible that so much time had passed, but it must have. He hovered above her a little longer, considering going ahead and shoving forward into the squirming hot cunt clutching at his pulsating shaft-but he wanted to carry it to full humiliating completion when he did.

Cursing again under his breath as he gazed from above down at the uncomprehending young wife, he disentangled himself from her encircling arms and legs and climbed hurriedly down off the bed.

"Don't worry, little hot bitch. I'll fuck you later till you can't walk," he growled down at her undulating, unsatiated body. It only took him a split second to slip his clothes back on again, and then he let himself out of the room, taking care to lock the door securely from the outside so that the desperate blonde wife would not be able to get away. He left the key in the lock, hoping to return quickly and finish what he had started.

Penny thrashed and moaned on the bed, unable to comprehend what was happening. Had she somehow made Robert angry with her again? Didn't he understand that this time she was ready for whatever he wanted to do to her? She moaned out her frustration, clamping her thighs tightly together. She was willing to give him any kind of pleasure, if only he would put his exciting hardness into her now and drown the gnawing fire that raged out of control in her vagina.

The hopelessly confused young wife opened her drug-fogged eyes and glanced searchingly around the dim moonlit room, groaning again in unsatisfied passion, when she found no sign of her husband. Finally, in desperation, she thrust her hands back down into the steaming hotness of her loins, slipping her fingers lewdly along the moist pussy-slit. It relieved the aching urgency a little, and she began to stroke her extended fingers back and forth along the quivering vaginal mouth, driving her excitement to even greater heights. She found her hard-nubbed clitoris with the fingers of one hand and massaged the throbbing little bud in frenzied need, the other hand becoming soaking wet as it plunged into her moistly expanded cunt and established a wild fucking rhythm. She groaned again and again, in frustrated memory of the hard fleshy rod that had been so near to quenching the fires of love "Robert" had ignited inside her.