DN-6829A TOUGH TO TAME by Myles N Miles



CHAPTER ONE



Beautiful Claire Wells took a long tired drag from her cigarette and turned her eyes from the gloomy interior of her living room to the moonlit city outside. It was so quiet out there, as though the world wire dead, as dead as she felt, except for the growing, gnawing hunger in her pussy.



What was -- she doing in the middy of nowhere -- for she considered any place outside of the U.S. the middle of nowhere -- in the middle of the night with her pussy aching for a fuck like it was going out of style, and a husband who was always too tired to screw her, and too hung up to screw her any way but the standard old man on top, woman on bottom. She knew part of the answer anyway. She was here in Ad Dammam, Saudi Arabia, because it was her husband's job. As a geologist surveyor for Esso of California he was assigned to all sorts of God-forsaken places, mostly in the Middle East, and she always went with him because she wanted to be with him. Because she did love him. The only part she couldn't stand was the exhausting workload her husband Grant was sometimes obligated to carry -- it was then that she never saw him and when he, got too tired to satisfy her ravenous desires.



Normally, he satisfied her very well. Even though his sexual repertoire was limited to the one position, he still did a damn good job with it, and it was because of that she knew that if he ever let himself go he would be a wild, crazy man in bed. Oh God! If only he were! Her pussy ached so at the thought -- it would feel so good to be fucked silly right now -- she only wished she could be.



Claire took one last drag on her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray on the coffee table. Well, it was no use thinking about it. It wouldn't do any good, and it would only succeed in getting her horny as hell. Her temples began to throb with a terrible, pounding sensation and she wished more than ever that Grant would wake up and take her in his arms and fuck her senseless!



The troubled young wife rose from the couch and padded across the living room toward the bathroom. She simply had to take something for her headache, something that would let her sleep. As she passed the bedroom, walking softly down the hall, she saw that she had not shut the door and that it stood slightly ajar. She stopped at it and she felt at that moment a deep, basic need for her husband. Maybe if he wasn't asleep he would fuck her!



Moving quietly forward, Claire pushed open the door and went slowly to the bed. Grant lay quietly in his bed, covered by just a sheet which he had kicked down in his sleep. His muscled strong chest rose and fell steadily with his breathing. Love and deep pride flowed along his wife's spine, clutched at her throat as she matched him sleeping. He was so handsome, so masculine!



Grant stirred in his sleep, as if aware of her eyes on him, and rolled full onto his back. His feet kicked convulsively at the sheet covering him, and the bedclothes rustled as the covering drifted down over his stomach and over his thighs to his knees. Suddenly, Claire was looking at her husband's huge naked cock! Grand had apparently been too tired to dress for bed, and because of the heat, had gone to bed in the nude. Claire felt an involuntary gasp strangle in her throat as she stared at his powerfully corded masculinity. He lay peacefully, no longer stirring, his face in repose once again, his legs parted slightly to expose the full sight of his prick to his wife's lust-widened eyes. His cock, limp, lay largely nestled in the soft sac of his balls, the head huge and red, the glans opening seemingly immense to the staring Claire.



She couldn't take her eyes off the thick resting member of this man she loved so much. It's... it's so big! she thought in awe. How I would love it in my cunt! Oh Grant, I love you so much, I love all of you, I love your chest and your arms and your cock and your balls. Oh...!



Claire felt a sudden dryness in her mouth and throat as she stared at the nakedly powerful form of her husband, at the size of his prick. There was a curious fluttering sensation in the pit of her belly and in her pussy and she knew that she was getting hot. She was getting horny as hell! Dear God, she was not just standing there and staring at her own husband's nakedly exposed cock.



She stood there by the side of the bed, her eyes glazing. Her heart was thumping, and if a thunderbolt had struck behind her she couldn't have moved. Anticipation trickled through her brain, raising goose-bumps all over her skin, as she tried to marshal her wandering thoughts. Oh God, woman, pull yourself together, she ordered herself desperately, but to no avail. She just stood there, mesmerized. By what, she didn't know. All she knew was that something strange was overtaking her and she just couldn't combat it.



Then, as if in a dream, she reached out her hand and brushed her long slender fingers delicately around the throbbing bulge of his cock.



"Aaaaahhhh..." Grant sighed in his sleep, not knowing what she was doing in his sleeping state but recognizing the pleasure of her fingers on his cock.



The semi-hard prick leaped into surging life under her touch and she stared at it almost wonderingly.



"Oooohhh, Claire," Grant whispered dreamily, almost awake.



Unconsciously, she reached out once more and this time enclosed the slowly growing rod between her fingers. Oh God, it felt so nice and firm in her hand -- she loved the vibrant feel of it so much! Random thoughts flicked through her dazed brain as she began to carefully stroke the pulsing shaft. It was wrong, what she was doing, stroking and caressing her husband's cock in a shamefully lewd way that was almost depraved. But she couldn't help herself. Some inner force was guiding her on, making her do this strange, unnatural act.



She could feel the blood racing resoundingly through the expanding prick between her fingers, and it gave her a sense of power and urgency to realize she was creating this life force. As if in a dream, she continued to run her fingertips up and down the sensitively squirming surface, titillating veined underside, probing just under the huge cock head, burrowing down into the ebony-dark curled patch at the base. Then her other hand dropped to cradle his softly dangling balls, and she could feel them contract in her palm.



"Oh Christ, Claire... your hand feels great on my prick!" Grant murmured excitedly, waking from his sleep and then closing his eyes and lying back against the pillows. He could hardly believe it was happening. It was so eerie the way he had awakened with her standing there looking down at him like something out of a dream and fondling his prick. It might be some kind of a weird dream he was having. But the pleasure shooting through him was certainly real, there was no doubt about that. Claire had never done anything like this to him before and though he knew it was wrong he couldn't help but enjoy it.



Claire looked down tenderly at the stretched-out form of her husband. She couldn't explain the feelings which were surging through her mind and body. They were as inexplicable, perhaps more so, as the maternally solicitous feelings he had evoked in her when they had first been married. She knew that he was wondering what had come over her to make her caress his cock so lewdly. He might even think he was still dreaming. She'd never thought she'd do anything like this either. It was so out of character and yet, she had been so starved for sex these past few months, it must have affected her mind. He had not touched her in so long that finally the unquenched fire had raced out of control. It was this feeling which had caused her to stand over the bed and stroke and fondle his ever-hardening cock.



It was even more surprising in view of his opinions on the subject of proper fucking. But she was no longer worried by what was happening. She didn't care about his opinions any more. For once, she was going to seduce him the way she had always wanted to do. He had always had the upper hand before, and this time she was going to be the boss. She'd just follow her heart, and accept the consequences.



And she knew what she wanted to do now. Depraved it might be, perverse even. But she wanted to go ahead and do it, she was the boss. Grant was still too groggy to protest and she wasn't going to give him the time to protest, she was going to seduce him good and fast.



Her eyes narrowed as she stared lovingly down at him. She was going to do something she had never done, something she had never wanted to do before now. But this time, it was different. She looked down at her aroused husband and her eyes softened. Then slowly, she lowered her head, and reached out with her tongue, ran it along the quivering length of his thickly pulsating cock!



Grant's eyes flew open and he gasped in astonishment as his beautiful wife bent lasciviously over his cock. He could hardly believe it! He could feel shivers of excitement running along his spine, and he could see her long pink tongue lapping wetly along the tingling surface of his prick. The blonde sensed his amazed stare and turned to gaze at him for a moment.



"I'm going to suck your... your cock," she said softly, her eyes glowing, her luscious lips curved into a seductive smile. "Would you like that, honey?"



Was that softly purring voice really hers? she wondered almost detachedly. Was she really saying those obscene words?



"Yes, oh Christ, yes," Grant gasped, carried away by the moment, and lying back on the pillows, his heart racing. Another tremor shivered through him as she resumed her tonguing, wetting his glistening prick all over with her saliva, darting her agile tongue into the tiny glans opening at the tip, tantalizing the heavily pulsing shaft with her twisting, slippery oral caress.



Claire settled herself on the bed and moved her head closer to her enticing target. His pungent male odor permeated her nostrils and drew her like a magnet to the enthralling tingling flesh of his balls. Then, slowly, carefully, she parted her full red lips and slid them down over his huge cock, enclosing it completely in her mouth, and tightening just under it like an elastic band. Mmmmmm, she couldn't help thinking, it feels good -- wonderful, in fact!



Instinctively, she began to glide her ovalled mouth down over his throbbing prick, enfolding as much of it as she could between her lips, until she felt the spongy cock head touching the back of her throat. Then she began to move her lips up and down his thick shaft, pressuring it almost unbearably each time, slipping the stiffened prick out until just the head was still enclosed, and then taking it all back into her wetly gripping mouth, until his crinkly pubic hairs grazed her face. Her eyes closed and a look of pure lust masked her lovely face. She loved sucking his cock like this, she loved the feel of his pulsing shaft between her lips, just as she loved cradling his seething cum-filled balls in the palm of her hand.



"Oh Christ... it's fabulous!" Grant gasped as shudders spasmed through his naked body, and warm flurries of pleasure gathered deep inside his loins. He wanted to just lie there, having his cock sucked and kissed by his beautiful wife, as if he was in some kind of dream world. But he also wanted to see her.



Slowly he opened his eyes and he couldn't help the sudden sharp intake of his breath. Her long golden hair curtained her lovely face, and the light from the moon outside the window shone on it, making it glitter and radiate almost like a halo. Her face was almost ethereal and at the same time she was definitely earthily lusty as her red mouth circled around his hardened cock. The flabbergasted husband wondered for a long moment if it was, after all, just a dream, because he couldn't imaging his wife doing anything as incredible as this to him. Then he sank back once more against the pillows, letting the tantalizing vision fade from his view, but keeping it firmly in, his mind.



Claire continued to kiss and suck the thickly throbbing shaft between her lips, her tongue working frantically as it swirled and dipped and darted around his sensitive cock-flesh. She felt completely happy and fulfilled, indulging in a task which she suddenly found to be one of the most pleasing in the world, and she knew from the groans and sighs of pleasure emanating from the head of the bed that she was doing a good job. Cock-sucking seemed to come instinctively to her as she teased the tingling rod of his prick in her mouth, dipping her tongue once more into the glans opening at the tip of the head, and flicking off a tiny drop of pre-cum juice which glistened there in the moonlight. She ran her busy tongue down the full length of his throbbing cock, right to the very base which was buried in black pubic curls, and she even took those in her mouth when she could.



For a moment she stopped her frenzied sucking and lapping of his hotly quivering prick, and dropped her tongue to lick at his cum-laden balls.



She felt the almost hairless skin crinkle under her touch, and immediately she closed her lips around his balls, taking as much of them as she could right into her mouth!



"Oh God, Claire, you're driving me crazy!" Grant couldn't help moaning as he writhed around on the fed. He was achingly alive from the sensations rippling through him from his wife's wild sucking, and his head felt as if it was about to explode. Unwittingly, he reached up and tangled his fingers in the golden curtain of hair which he loved so much, and forced her head down harder against his jerking cock, which was lunging up lewdly into her mouth. Oh God, he was past caring what he was doing. He forgot all about his previous opinions on sex. His thoughts that any way of fucking but the standard way was wrong -- and that oral sex was the most perverted of all -- disappeared as he felt his wanton wife's tongue slither lewdly the length of his cock. All of it had left his mind and nothing mattered but that he was here with the most fantastic woman he'd ever known, or even imagined.



Claire sensed the quickening urgency in his lithe young body and redoubled her lapping and tonguing. As she continued to work her tongue frenziedly his lustfully trembling cock between her lips, she realized that he had crossed the threshold with acceptance. Before this, anything that had happened with Grant had been his own ideas and methods. But tonight, it had all been her own doing. She had calmly and rationally initiated this cock-sucking, and Grant hadn't given her the slightest indication or reason for not doing it.



It was just that she recognized the surfacing longings in her own body and was compelled to obey them. What would happen when this lewd spell she had woven was over she couldn't answer, but for now that didn't matter. All she knew was that she had made her choice and had decided to follow the impulses of her body. She would have to take the consequences, and she suddenly realized that she was so brave because she didn't mind the consequences -- whatever they might be, they wouldn't be any worse than the ache in her cunt. They were worth it, for the sexual liberation which even now surged throughout her body.



But Grant, lying impassioned on the bed, knew nothing about her self-questioning thoughts. All he knew was that his cock felt as if it had been transformed into a time bomb, ready to be detonated at any moment. He was pounding his ass down into the mattress, and he couldn't stop the hoarse, lewd sounds which were spilling from his lips.



"Oh Christ, keep sucking my prick like that! Aaaahhh... keep succkkinggggg... aaaaarrrrggghhh!"



Claire felt his body stiffen and then he was ramming his pulsating cock far back against her throat. Her lips closed tightly around the thickly jerking shaft, and then she felt the first rush of his scalding juice as it erupted from the lust-bloated head and gushed up into her mouth. Greedily, she sucked it, feeling it trickle down her throat. Her cheeks hollowed and filled like a stranded fish as she accepted his seething cum, taking it gratefully in her mouth, not letting even a tiny drop escape.



"Oh God... oh God... don't stop!" Grant moaned unconsciously as his head tossed from side to side and he continued to force his ejaculating cock up into his wife's hungrily sucking mouth. The tantalizing pressure of her lips around his heavily pulsing prick added to his mind-erupting pleasure, as did her almost frenzied kneading of his writhing -- balls. Claire closed her eves in blissful happiness.



As she still clung greedily to his rapidly deflating cock, she knew that all barriers had been removed, for tonight anyway. For this one night she was free to follow her impulses, which right now led her unerringly to her husband. He was all she was interested in, and she would show him how much she loved him and needed him. But she was afraid. What if Grant had been brought out of his dreamlike state by the cum she had sucked him to? What if he were mad at her? She wanted so badly for him to fuck her, but if he were mad he wouldn't, and she would be left with her hotly aching cunt and a belly full of his cum-juices which she had so hungrily swallowed.



Fearfully she stood over him and waited, holding her breath for his next move. He would have to be the one to make it now, and she was terrified at the thought that he would turn away from her.



Suddenly, Grant's hand reached up and clasped hers, holding it softly, lovingly. "Claire, that was wonderful! I never thought I would be saying that about having my cock sucked. But it was marvelous!" He sighed with contentment.



"Oh, thank goodness, darling," she murmured, throwing herself into his arms. "I thought you might be mad at me."



Maybe later he would be but for now Grant just smiled and folded her in a strong passionate embrace.



"I want to thank you properly for that," he whispered urgently. "I want to do something special tonight!"



"Ooohhhh, what's that?" Claire whispered, excited already.



"Just wait and see," he said enigmatically. "Now get that nightgown off!"



Eagerly, Claire complied with his terse order. She didn't mind his seeming lack of romanticism, because it only revealed the strength of his desire for her. She knew he loved to look at her naked body, even in his most tired state, and now she quickly pulled off the long silky nightgown she was wearing. She was eager, too, for him so that she could feast her eyes on his lithe, muscular body -- the body that was capable of giving her so much pleasure.



"Now how are you going to thrill me?" She giggled when she had climbed into bed next to him.



"Don't be in such a hurry," he said, clamping his mouth against hers in a tight, grinding kiss. As always, she melted into his arms, feeling her body fuse against his. Her full red lips parted as his tongue slipped inside and immediately hers leaped up to join in a lewd frenzied dance, whipping up a froth of their commingled saliva. Then his mouth reluctantly pulled away and began to trace hot burning kisses down the sweep of her long silky neck, lower still until they touched the sensuously throbbing mounds of her tits. Then he enclosed first one, and then the other desire-tautened nipple, trapping it between his teeth and titillating it with his tongue. Lower still, to kiss gently the nipped-in curve of her waist, and still lower until his mouth brushed against the curly wisps of her golden pussy hairs.



"Oh darling, oooooohhhhh..." She found herself sighing from the unexpected contact. Chills raced along her spine and she began to writhe almost imperceptibly on the bed. Involuntarily she eased apart her tender thighs, revealing the moist pinkness of her quivering cunt slit.



"Aaaaaaaahhhh..." she gasped as her husband's tongue came into delirious contact with the wetly pulsing pussy flesh, and unconsciously she winced, pulling away quickly before she realized what she was doing.



"It's all right, honey. I'm just going to lick your cunt like you licked my cock!"



Claire gasped at the lewd words that came from her husband's mouth. A forbidden chill spiraled along her backbone as she realized just how obscene the whole oral sex thing was, but she didn't care it felt so good. It's perverse -- but after that her thoughts were blanked out as Grant's long wet tongue snaked up into the secret folds of her trembling cunt.



A long tremor scrambled through her naked body and left her almost breathless. Oh dear God, it might be wrong, but it felt so good. Far better than she had even imagined it would. She waited almost expectantly for the next gentle oral caress, holding her breath as she felt him lick and kiss the tremulous outer flesh. Then she couldn't help spreading her legs a little further apart and flexing her pussy upwards as he continued lapping at the hot, slippery furrow of her eagerly exposed cunt.



Claire was in absolute heaven. She had abandoned herself completely to the impassioned sensations which were being awakened in her finely honed body, and she was quickly dispatching the irksome worries which had first clouded her thoughts when she had started to suck his prick. She was free of all that, she reminded herself, and she vowed to make sure that Grant was too. She spread her quivering legs even further apart, revealing eagerly the full plane of her tingling pussy.



Grant's tongue searched among the wet, velvety folds of her pussy lips, taking them in his mouth, kissing and sucking and lapping at the piquant cunt flesh. Her flowering pussy rimmed his nose and mouth and he could inhale the exotic odor of her cunt juices. His hands tightened their stranglehold on her hips as his roaming tongue suddenly found the hotly quivering bud of her clit.



"Aaaaaaaarrrhhhh... oh God! Oh God!" she gasped helplessly as he began to titillate the little knob mercilessly, rolling it between his teeth, teasing it with his tongue, making it grow into blood-filled rigidity.



He could feel her body writhing and churning with mounting passion and suddenly he wanted to see her.



He always thought she looked more beautiful than ever when she was flushed with sexual excitement, so he raised his head and glanced up the length of her visibly quivering body. Grant saw that her curvaceous body was suffused with a sensual flush, and that the roseate buds of her nipples were hard and pointed. Then he noticed that her ivory carved face was shining with lewd intensity, transformed by the sheer force of her illicit arousal. Her blonde hair hung in curling tendrils around her lust-dimmed features, and he could just barely discern that her eyes were half closed with the overwhelming intensity of her passion. With a satisfied sigh, he went back to his lascivious task, flicking his tongue out expertly and probing it up into the far reaches of her pulsating pussy.



"Aaaaarrggghhh...!" Claire screamed out in pleasure. For a few moments, she felt as if she was suspended somewhere in space. Her entire body was tingling, and she knew that her breath was coming in ragged pants. Grant finally stopped licking and stroking her turgid little clit and now his pointed tongue was dipping enticingly at the edges of her hungrily clasping cunt. She held her breath, every nerve ending strained for the tremendous sensations which she knew were just around the corner.



Then without hesitation, after playing teasingly with the petal -- shaped edges of her eagerly waiting pussy hole, Grant stiffened his tongue and drove it right up into the hot, clamoring depths of her hungry cunt.



"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhh! Aaaaaggghhhhh! AAAaaaaghhh!" the helplessly aroused wife sobbed wildly as her body twisted and flailed on the disrupted bed. She felt her hot, juicy pussy walls clutching voraciously around the deeply fucking tongue, trying to suck it right up into her openly receptive cunt depths.



Oh dear God, this was fantastic, and it was getting better, and better. If she had known that the obscene behavior she had displayed tonight would trigger such a response in Grant, she would have sucked his cock ages ago!



Grant continued to send his agile tongue thrusting up into her greedily devouring cunt. He could feel his breath coming back to him in pussy-scented wafts, and it enhanced the satisfaction he was feeling from the pleasure he was giving his beautiful wife. He'd had an idea that she'd like getting her pussy licked just as she had liked licking his cock.



The passionately aroused blonde was in a world of her own. Every breath released a pleasurable sob and she felt as if her body was ready to break in two. She was furiously grinding her seething cunt down against her husband's frantically sucking mouth, trying to get as much enjoyment and pleasure out of it as she could. Electrifying ripples shot through her perspiration-soaked body, and made her tremble all over, and each up thrust of his salaciously working tongue seemed to echo throughout her body and reverberate with accelerating intensity. Oh God, she was going crazy, and from sheer, unadulterated lust!



"Aaaaarrrhhh... oh God, darling, I love the way you're eating my cunt!" she moaned abandonedly, tossing her lovely proud head from side to side. Her words of praise stirred her ardent lover into more frenzied swirlings and lappings of his ever-active tongue, which felt as if it were being yanked off with each powerful clutching of her hungrily clasping pussy walls.



"Oooohhh yesss, baby, I'm almost ready to cum from your fabulous sucking!" she murmured crazily, the lewd words tripping incoherently from her tongue. She was past caring about anything now but the whirlwind of pleasure eddying around inside her boiling pussy, and the incredible licking she was getting right in the heart of her burning cunt. But oh God, she couldn't stand it much longer -- it was just too much for her!



Then, "Aaa... oh God, I'm there, I'm... I'm... cuuummm... cuuummiinnnggg... aaaaaaahhhh...!"



Her shrill orgasmic cries echoed throughout the room and crashed against the ceiling, only to fall down and resound, crazily to her own disbelieving ears. Oh dear God, she couldn't help it... she was lost, totally lost in a jungle of pure primeval passion!



Her body twisted and flailed, every muscle and cord in her lithe body tensed and standing out as she ground her hotly trembling ass-cheeks into the bed and forced her ravenous pussy mound up against her husband's half-hidden face. Her feverish cunt passage was clutching wildly on his fucking tongue, making it difficult for him to keep thrusting it in and out, and then he felt a fine mist cascading down on his perspiring face as her helplessly clasping cunt walls gushed out her hot pussy juices.



Still she quivered uncontrollably, her mouth still uttering incoherent moans of pleasure and her hot churning pussy still ground eagerly against his mouth.



At last he felt the tremorings in her body begin to subside and finally she released her strong thigh hold on his face. Numbly, he pulled his wet, reddened face away and glanced at her tingling body, still basking in the afterglow of her tremendous mind-shattering cum.



He didn't know what had gotten into either of them tonight but whatever it was, it was great. Being sucked off by his wife had been one of the greatest sensations he had ever had. It had even made him forget for a time how wrong he thought oral sex was!



CHAPTER TWO



An azure-eyed blonde, Claire had a generously proportioned young body that caused most men to stop in their tracks and forget what they were doing just to get another look at her. Then one noticed her blonde hair cascading down past her shoulder blades, wind-blown and thick and straight, tousling back from her high forehead with wild splendor. There was something about the way she carried herself, gracefully, but with an almost uncontainable bursting energy, that made a man's cock jerk at the sight of her. Her eyes were sky blue and she had flawless skin, a lovely luminous white, soft and blushing into a faint pink on the undersides of her high cheekbones.



Her looks made it terribly hard on her living in an Arab country. Whereas most of the women were dark and sultry, here was Claire Wells -- like a ray of sunshine in the dark, and she was noticed by more than one man in the cities. In fact, she had even been followed by the Arab men, and she could not seem to get rid of them.



The way they avidly undressed her with their dark, smoldering eyes sent Claire into flurries of exasperation. And though she had told Grant of this unwanted attention, he seemed to pay it no mind. If he ever took it seriously at all. To him, a woman enjoyed being appreciated -- and she did, but not like the Arabs appreciated her.



She'd tried to call her husband's attention to their obscene overtures but, as usual, Grant had been in his own terribly private world. He seemed oblivious to everything, especially lately, ever since that wild night of oral sex. Why, he had not even touched her in weeks. It was as though he were feeling responsible for their obscene fucking and had decided to stay away from her to prevent further occurrences. Or it may even be that he was mad at her for the way she had behaved and was now punishing her. Whatever the reason, it was taking its toll on both of them. Her pussy seemed to be hot all the time, now, and with no one to satisfy her, she was both frustrated and bored.



It was a boredom that came from not having her desires as a woman satisfied. Nights she'd lie awake in bed, tossing and turning and hoping Grant would wake up in a rare moment of passion and plunge his thick cock up into her eager young pussy again. But he didn't. In the morning she'd awake, after only hours of sleep, and dread the idea of getting up and facing a day that would be filled with loneliness.



She found herself going out of the complex on the barest excuse, searching for companionship with the wild oil crowd she knew frequented the little town close by. That had been the root of her troubles. Already she'd attended three spur-of-the-moment parties, unaccompanied by Grant. And already she was involved in a guilty flirtation that she was desperately trying to get out of.



The man's name was Lyle Rhodes. He worked with Esso as a construction engineer at an oil site being built a few hundred kilometers away. He had come into the main compound for supplies when she had met him.



One night last week he had driven her across the compound to her house after a party. Instead of going to her house, he had driven to the fenced border of the compound and had stopped the car. He had slid across the front seat next to her.



"Why did you come out here?" she'd asked, tensing as his hand caressed her long slender neck and slid down to the top of her blouse.



Lyle Rhodes hadn't said anything. When he kissed her, it felt like a thousand tiny erotic fingers were butterflying teasingly through her belly, sending lewd wisps of desire into her cock-hungry cunt.



Again he'd kissed her and she'd opened her mouth, letting his tongue play heatedly against her own. Then her own tongue plunged into his mouth and he'd drawn his lips around it, sucking on it vigorously while his hand parted the front of her blouse and began kneading her passionately throbbing tits beneath her lacy white bra. Her nipples hardened achingly as he slipped his fingers deeper beneath the bra and squeezed on the stiffening little buds. Then his other hand drew her skirt up along her quivering thighs and he caressed their firm supple fullness until driving heat banked rousingly through her starving cunt. The excited young blonde wife let Lyle touch her white panties.



"Oooohhhh," she moaned, grinding her desire-inflamed pussy-mound up and down on the car seat, feeling the cushion rubbing between her legs arousing her all the more. She tried to get as much pleasure out of the experience as possible without actually letting him ravish her heatedly frustrated cunt.



But struggling against him had been hard. Within moments after he kissed her, he forced Claire's hand around his exposed thickly jerking prick while he thrust one extended middle finger up beneath the tight elastic leg band of her skimpy bikini panties.



She jerked on his impatiently throbbing cock while he finger fucked in and out of her hot, slippery cunt. Finally, the trembling wife could feel a cum charging down through her hungry pussy in a blinding flash. I'm cumming, she thought, just from the sweet pressure of his finger fucking in my hot pussy! As the cum gushed through her wetly clasping cunt walls that clasped tightly around Lyle's fingers, his throbbing cock trembled wildly in her hands. She jerked harder on his pulsing shaft, feeling the swollen underside swell up and grow quiveringly thick and stiff. Then she looked down and saw his bulbously rounded cock head beginning to spew its white jets of seething juices into the gentle cup of her hand.



It had happened so fast that Claire felt nothing but a deep sense of disappointment after it was over. Neither the young woman nor the oil construction engineer said anything to each other on the drive back to her house. When she reached home, all the lights were out and Lyle tried again to persuade her to let him fuck her.



"This time I'll fuck you. I don't want any more of these teenage finger fucks, for God's sake."



She managed to remain composed, kissed him good night, and walked shakily back to the darkened house.



He had had to go out to the new site the next day, but he would be back sooner or later. And then she would start to worry. As it was with her and Grant right now, and the fact that Grant hadn't fucked her in weeks, made the temptation to have an affair almost overwhelming.



If he came by again she didn't know what she would do, and he would come by, she was sure of it. He had said as much to her -- he might even come by tomorrow before he left. But that wasn't the worst part of it; the worst part was that Lyle had access to the work schedules and he would know when Grant was out on a job or at the office. He would know when she would be alone!



Claire didn't sleep well that night and when she woke the next morning, she felt tired and dragged out. In fact, the only good thing about the whole morning, she decided, was the fact that Grant had already left by the time she woke up and he didn't see the condition she was in. She felt so damned guilty about what she had allowed Lyle Rhodes to do to her pussy that she felt miserable. She just knew that if Grant had seen her he would have been able to tell immediately how upset she was. In her distracted state he would probably even be able to tell why she was so miserable.



Well, no matter. She would keep herself busy today, that way she would not have to think about the whole affair.



The Esso compound at Ad Dammam was set up like an army base. It was nearly self-sufficient. It had its own stores and restaurant and a cafe. Every Monday morning the guards at the compound gate would let the local merchants in from Ad Dammam and they would set up a kind of market on the main street.



Claire enjoyed going shopping in the weekly market, and today it was just what she needed. She dressed quickly and drove down to the center of the compound.



She needed the admiration the Arab men always bestowed upon her -- she needed it desperately today, and she got it! The merchants waited to serve her, and several times she caught one or another of them savoring the provocative jiggle of her sensuously curved ass-cheeks as she moved from one stall to another.



"Hey, Hanin! Hey, beautiful Bibek! Hanin!" one man called after her as she darted past the adjacent stall.



"Hello! Hello! Hello!" one young darkly handsome merchant called as the pretty blonde American passed his stall.



Claire laughed as she turned down the street from the market to the central plaza of the compound. Here, she took the lewd remarks that were thrown at her as compliments, not insults against her breathtaking figure. It was different from the furtive way the Arabs in the big cities had given her the once over -- they didn't seem as dirty, somehow. Foreign girls had developed a reputation for being fast according to Arabic standards. Claire understood this and accordingly dressed in what she considered conservative fashion. It wasn't her fault that however modestly she swung her lushly rounded ass-cheeks, she brought out catcalls and salacious laughter. But instead of an arrogant stare back at them, she smiled and went on brightly about her business.



From Ad Dammam, she could hear the prayer callers sounding the call for the midday prayer from the towers of the minarets. There was a sudden crowding of people around her as the office workers got off for their lunch breaks and made for the restaurant opposite the main office building, crowded with employees from the compound.



Claire found a table under the awning in the shade and waited only a moment before a waiter appeared and she ordered a strong Arabian coffee. Across from her, the glass windows of the main office building glinted back the noonday sun into her face. In a moment, the waiter returned with the coffee. She took out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled the first drag of the morning.



There wasn't any chance of running into Lyle Rhodes. He would have left hours ago, she thought. The blond engineer was not one to waste time if he had a job to do.



"Well, hello," she heard a familiar woman's voice coming from behind her. "Where have you been keeping yourself?"



Claire turned and saw Francine Danner maneuvering through the crowded tables toward her. Francine was a dark-eyed, curvaceous woman of about twenty-five. Although her skin was light, there was an exotic Middle-Eastern cast to her face. She had waist-length, coal black hair, enchanting, almost black eyes, and a voluptuous body which she revealingly enhanced by wearing the skimpiest and tightest ensembles available. She looked very much like the local girls, though she wasn't. She was from Italian stock. Her clothes were daring in any country, but in the Middle East they were downright dangerous.



"I wasn't planning on coming into the center." The brunette dropped into the chair across the table from Claire. "But I was just so bored, I couldn't resist."



The young blonde wife sipped her coffee and said, "Same here. I couldn't seem to get anything done at home so I split. Besides, I've got nothing to do but sit around in that house."



Claire lowered her eyes and tried not to be shocked by the other's skin-contoured white slacks and matching low-cut halter. Francine never seemed to care about the lewd stares and obscene remarks the Arab men made about her clothing. In fact, she never seemed to be affected by anything at all. She and her husband had been living here so long that she had probably gotten used to it.



The waiter appeared and Francine ordered black coffee. The alluring brunette slid her chair closer to the table and said, "You're very lucky to run into me when you did."



Flecks of sunlight glimmering in the young woman's jet-black hair caught Claire's attention. Francine was in constant vivacious movement, now bringing out a cigarette pack from her purse, then raising and setting down her coffee, then fussing with her purse, as though led on by several trains of thought at once.



"Why's that?" Claire asked.



"Guess."



Claire giggled. "I've got no idea what you're talking about!"



"I've been hearing some interesting things about you that I thought you'd like to know about."



"Thanks, but no thanks," the young blonde woman said. "Hell, if people are talking about me then I'd rather not hear it. It would make me nervous to find out what they are thinking of me."



The ravishing brunette was a warm, outgoing girl, and Claire liked her very much, always had. That was the whole trouble. She didn't approve at all of Francine's free-swinging sexual attitudes and wild life-style, but she had found herself drawn to her friend, since they had first met, years ago... if only because being with the lively brunette had proved more interesting than sitting around while Grant worked on his charts.



"I know you don't like my bringing it up. But how are things going between you and Grant?" Francine had a gift for getting straight to the heart of the matter.



Claire laughed. Francine had a serious way of approaching sensitive topics that had always proved very successful.



"As well as can be expected," the blonde said.



"If he isn't fucking you right, you should have an affair." Francine impatiently crossed her legs.



"No -- I couldn't do that to him," Claire said.



"Why not? What the hell is he doing for you?" Francine rested back in her chair so that her hugely billowing tits were raised to Claire's eye level across the table. "A little fooling around might make Grant want to fuck you all the more. Make you all happy all the way around."



"I don't think so. Grant's such a prude. I mean, he gets embarrassed and uptight if I do the seducing. If he found out I had another man, well..." Claire said glumly and shrugged her shoulders. "Grant's just real busy right now, that's all. He'll come around soon."



The cafe was now emptying of customers. A young Arab boy led a donkey past the terraced cafe, loaded with all of his baskets and market goods. Claire felt more relaxed now that Francine and she were left alone. She was even tempted to confide the horrible situation she had got herself into with the engineer, Lyle Rhodes, to her friend. The perplexed blonde let her mind play over the possibilities for a few moments, then dropped it out of sheer embarrassment.



"Well, it's a shame that a pretty girl like you doesn't get all the screwing she needs." Francine smiled over the rim of her coffee cup. "What bothers me is whether you're getting fucked well or not. I mean, when you do screw -- is he good at it?"



"When we do, he's marvelous," Claire confessed. "But he just never seems to want to, especially these last few weeks."



"Really? Does he ever want to lick your pussy or anything?" the grinning girl said.



"What?"



"Does he ever... run his tongue over your pussy?"



"Well, once." Claire giggled at the strange turn of their conversation. "Hell, that's the reason he's ignoring me! He's embarrassed because I sucked his cock and he licked my pussy."



"Embarrassed?" Francine was dumbfounded that a grown man would feel that way about what she considered to be natural.



"I hardly have enough guts to ask him to even fuck me at all since he's been acting this way," Claire complained.



"You poor kid! No wonder you looked so sad." Francine's exotic dark eyes seemed to be hinting at something terribly exciting. "God, how I love it when a man sucks my pussy." She paused, as though for dramatic effect. "And when I suck his prick."



"I only had nerve enough to do it once, but I agree with you -- it was great!" Claire shifted back in her chair. And I only wish I cold do it again, she thought silently to herself, only with Grant. But Grant would never do it again. The only way she could ever get her cunt licked again was if she cheated on Grant -- with someone like Lyle Rhodes.



By the time Claire arrived home it was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon. The whole compound seemed empty and suffocating in the sweltering heat, and it would be all Claire could do before her energy left her to get into the skimpiest summer clothes she owned and fix herself a drink.



She put her purse on the hall chair and padded into the bedroom to change into a pair of hip-hugging shorts and a skimpy white halter. A chili of apprehension icicled down her spine when she thought of the possibility of Lyle Rhodes ever coming over to her house while her husband was out. The husky blond man had rather frightened her with his demands, Claire realized, as she went into the living room and dropped down onto the couch. What had begun as an innocent flirtation was threatening to become an affair and she didn't like it. At least Lyle Rhodes was stationed outside the compound.



But the problem was how to make him leave her alone when he came for supplies. It wasn't easy to make a man realize, when you'd kissed him and let him touch your pussy, that you weren't prepared to let him go any farther.



Claire recalled her conversation with Francine, arid was glad she hadn't let on about the strange new relationship she had with the young engineer, Lyle Rhodes. It was ironic that her best friend had asked her about having an affair, almost as if she knew something of the sort was going on.



The curvaceous young blonde knew she'd have to break it off with Rhodes the next time she saw him. It was the first time she'd been remotely unfaithful to her husband in three years of marriage, and though she hadn't let Lyle fuck her, the experience had been a shock. Lyle expected her to go all the way with him. He'd made it clear the last time they were together that he wasn't content to have her hold his cock in her hand. She'd told him that, yes, she wanted him to screw her as much as he wanted to explode his lewd jets of cum up into her squirming little belly -- but things just couldn't happen that way.



The faultlessly pretty blonde undid her halter straps and pulled down the bra like top, exposing her round, milk-white titties to the cool air-conditioned air.



She looked down at the softly billowing mounds with secret admiration. Though they were huge, they had a youthful firmness that deliciously accented their size. Her tiny nipples, crested on blushing-pink areoles, grew pebble hard in the slight breeze that blew through the air-conditioning unit. Casually, she dropped her hand to one gently trembling tit and squeezed it, feeling its nipple spike out erectly against her palm. A delicious sexy feeling drifted through her body, igniting something responsively warm in her cunt. Her other hand touched her thigh and slipped up the tanned smoothness till her thumb rested against the crotch-band of her tight shorts.



Though her husband had been anything but attentive to her needs, there were ways of quenching the flames that flickered hotly through her young pussy. Often, when Grant had gone off for several days, she'd made herself cum by sticking one hand beneath her panties and rubbing her fingers against her frustratedly tingling pussy lips and clit. She'd had no guilt about that, just an emptiness inside when she realized how much better a real cock fucking deep into her love-starved cunt hole would feel.



She withdrew her hands from her tit and from between her long slender legs and retied her halter straps, reminding herself again that one of her friends could drop by at any time and she had no wish to be caught with her hand in her cunt -- so to speak.



The well-endowed blonde rose to her feet from the couch. The moment of hot excitement she'd just experienced had sent her into a confused state of mind. She wanted to touch herself, to finger her impassioned cunt until she came, but she had an uneasy feeling that she had better leave it till later when there was no chance that someone would just drop by and visit.



The lewdly aroused young wife went over to the bar and made a drink, then returned to the living room.



Suddenly there was a sound outside at the front of the house. She tensed, took a sip of her drink, then set it down out of sight behind the huge lamp. She heard a squeal of tires in the gravel driveway, the slamming of a car door, and then the expected sound of footsteps scuffling in gravel.



"Claire! Hey, Claire Wells!" she heard a man's voice as she hurried into the living room. She saw the muscular figure of Lyle Rhodes running up the walk to the front door.



"Jesus, it's good to see you, Claire." He embraced her as soon as he'd flung the door open. "I only have a few days here and I just had to see you!"



"Why, I thought you would be out at the site for weeks," she smiled weakly.



"Made a deal with the boss out there. A little trade for some more time at the compound." She smelled alcohol on his breath as he kissed her. "He thinks he's made the bargain of his life and that I'm the biggest sucker in the world. But he hasn't had a look at you!" He laughed.



"What are you talking about?" She drew away from him. "After all, I am a married woman."



"Some Goddamn husband," Rhodes said loudly. "He's crazy to leave a sexy little girl like you alone out here in this dump with a hot, horny pussy."



"You've been drinking." She laughed in spite of herself. "Or you would not talk to a married lady like this."



"Okay. Your husband is a fine guy and I wish him all the luck. But if you were my wife..." He left the sentence to speak for itself as his eyes flickered across her hugely straining tits, then down to the enticing "vee" of her swelling pussy mound encased beneath her revealingly tight summer shorts.



Claire felt uncomfortably undressed from the obscene looks he was giving her as she walked across the bare tile floor of the hall to the partition separating the modernly furnished living room from the dining room.



He dropped down on the couch. "Look, your husband doesn't give you enough cock to last you through the day, but I will."



"You make it sound so romantic," she said.



"Romance to me is fucking you." He looked comically satisfied with himself.



"That's all over. All of it," she said firmly.



"You've got no idea how good I can make you feel. When's the last time you got fucked by your husband? The last time he really satisfied you?"



"God, will you please stop!" she said.



"All I care about is you, baby. Jesus Christ, maybe I'd like to have a little something to drink," he said.



"What would you like? Really, all I've got is rum and some brandy. I was so upset earlier that I already fixed a daiquiri for myself."



"For God's sake." He lumbered up from the couch. "You're acting like a virginal teenybopper."



She moved quickly over to the bar, with Lyle Rhodes practically panting down her neck.



"I told you how I felt about what happened in the car." Her hands trembled as she poured a shot glass of rum into a tumbler. It didn't help her any that Lyle sat down on a chair by the bar and watched her as she made the drink.



Lyle Rhodes was strongly built with big bruiser forearms and a thickly muscled neck that bulged and rippled when he got angry, which he appeared to be now. He looked better suited to be a construction worker, rather than an engineer, with his deep desert tan and healthy build. Claire looked at the handsome man now as she set some ice cubes from the ice bucket on the bar top. The way he fucked her visually, practically x-raying through the small halter and her hip-hugging shorts, sent a forbidden tingle of excitement roaring into her denied young belly.



"Sometimes I get the feeling I'm running around in circles," he said. "What is it with you?"



"Nothing." She shuddered and handed him the daiquiri, suddenly wishing she hadn't made him a drink.



"You know what you are?" He held her by the waist. "A little cock-tease. That's what we used to call chicks who played around in college."



"Nonsense," she said.



He grinned. "Okay then, let's drop the subject... temporarily." He watched her as she came out from behind the bar and kept watching the sexy blonde as she sat down gracefully on the Persian rug in front of the coffee table.



"Today's the day you and I were going to finally fuck." He rose and stood to the side of the large picture window. "Let's be blunt about it." He looked directly at the nervous young wife. "You promised you'd fuck me."



"I said nothing of the sort," she said.



Rhodes wheeled around and dropped to the Persian rug beside her. "Christ, Claire. I haven't been able to think about anything but fucking you. You know I'm crazy about you!"



"Stop talking like that." She shivered.



An edge of craziness burst in little lust-sparks through his eyes as he took in the lovely wife's voluptuously curved body in a long heated glance. She turned her face away from him, looking out toward the street. The street was deserted, as it always was this time of the day. The temperature would be well up past the hundred mark and no one who had a choice would be outside.



Lyle Rhodes touched Claire's knee lightly and ran his fingers up the tanned softness of her naked thigh. Tiny goose-bumps rose on her skin, and she tensed, trying to pull her long tapered leg away. But it was useless. His groping fingers dug hard into her trembling thigh, drawing painful welts from its smooth surface.



"God, let me go," she whimpered.



"If it's your husband you're worried about, you might as well forget it," he said with an edge of anger in his voice.



Claire's heart seemed to be beating out of control in her temples.



"Claire, baby, we're alone, for Christ's sake." He lifted his drink with his free hand, drank half of it down, then set it on the teak coffee table between them.



"That's what I'm worried about." The blonde tried again to squirm free.



She looked down at his hand pressed against her shaking leg and a feeling of helplessness rushed through her young body. Her conscience told her to fight against him, but another forbidden emotion made her want his hard cock fucking hard in her cunt. She felt as hot as the air outside, as though she and the rising tides of passion were one with the heat outside.



"My God, it would be all over the compound in an hour if I let you screw me." She looked past him toward the street.



"Shit," Lyle said, moving his hand up from her sleek inner thigh toward the tight leg-band of her short shorts.



Claire leaped to her feet and rushed into the bedroom, with Lyle scrambling up and racing behind.



"For the last fucking time!" He grabbed her and pushed her against the dresser. She fell backward, knocking her perfume bottles onto the floor, then struggled, meaninglessly, to push past him back into the living room.



"Look, you're drunk, why don't you go back to your quarters and sober up?" she reprimanded him.



Rhodes' hands grappling at her arms slid to her quivering titties. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? What do you want me to do? Tell your old man about how I've been finger fucking you nights when he's home, reading his Goddamn geological reports?"



The ominous possibilities of the situation began to dawn on her. She'd foolishly teased this aroused man into expecting her to let him fuck her pussy earlier that week and now, in his drunken state, he meant to really screw her.



"You must be reasonable," she said, leaning back against the dresser. "How can you enjoy it if I don't want you to fuck me?"



"The secret is," he said as he squeezed the ripe fullness of her left tit, "I don't think about it. I figure, sooner or later, you'll come around."



Suddenly she was being lifted up in his strong arms and carried bodily over to the bed where she and Grant slept. She writhed, kicked, and screamed, but resisting him was pointless. She was tossed onto the bed and before she could spring off the mattress, he fell heavily down beside her.



"Lyle, let me go this instant," she cried out as his big firm hands seized her by the shoulders.



Her command irritated him even more. He was too far gone in alcohol and sexual frustration to listen and he wound his fingers into her halter, in one movement ripping away the bra like top to reveal her lushly billowing titties.



Claire managed to break loose and slide from the bed, but he was immediately up after her, backing her against the bedroom closet. The movement had caused the closet door to slide partially open and she grabbed the nearest piece of cloth and pulled the material across her body to hide her nakedly quivering tits. "Lyle, don't you dare!"



The angry engineer's breath came faster as he grabbed her wrist and yanked her slender arm to one side with brutal ease so that her huge quaking tits leaped free and bounced up in front of his face. He half grunted, half growled as he stared at the smoothly billowing mounds. Consistent with the blonde's slightly blushing complexion, her small round nipples were the palest of pink, delicate and finely formed.



It was with an animal savagery that he stepped forward and locked one burly arm around the terrified woman's slender waist and squeezed, forcing her to bend over backward away from him. Claire tried to protest but his other hand was clamped over her mouth with painful force, and her head was forced back to where it collided with the closet door.



She was pinned between Lyle's hard-pressing body and the closet, bent backward from the narrowness of her waist while her tits bobbed nakedly free and tilted up to where his hot, hungry mouth could ravish them. He was close to going berserk as he greedily licked at the distended little nipples. Clamping his voracious mouth over them, he sucked hard and then bit down cruelly on them, feeling their berrylike buds respond, growing tautly bulleted as he rolled them around with his tongue and teeth.



The young blonde wife struggled with all her might, but her frantic squirming only seemed to excite the engineer to more brutality and worsen her position. His powerful hips were being ground savagely into hers, and she could feel the rapidly growing cock straining under his pants. Her head was forced back, and her naked tits tilted sensuously toward the ceiling. They glistened wetly in the soft light coming through the window blinds. They were slippery with his hot saliva as his hungrily sucking mouth darted from one erect little nipple to the other.



Finally, the struggling young wife was able to turn her head to one side, freeing her mouth from his restraining hand. "Lyle, stop! It's me, Claire!" She knew he was drunk and she had to bring him to his senses. "It's me, Claire!"



"Claire!" He roared out her name and let go of her, stepping back and standing in a savage semi-crouch, looking at her hungrily and letting out a wild laugh, a laugh utterly devoid of humor, full of violence, and ugly contempt.



Claire stood against the closet completely naked to the waist, her twin, fearfully swelling titties heaving resiliently as she gasped for breath. She tried not to move... not to startle him. My God, he was beyond reason. He had been drinking much more than she'd realized! His eyes were glassy and wild, glazed over with lust and alcohol. She had to get through to him!



"Lyle, wait a minute. Take it easy! It's me, Claire." She spoke softly, as though to a child. She was trying to reassure him. "It's me, Claire, not some local whore. Remember? Take it easy. Wait a min..."



She never got a chance to finish her sentence. The young wife screamed involuntarily as the solidly built blond man brutally seized her by the wrists and, with a strength she never dreamed he possessed, pulled her to him, then headed toward the bed. He threw her with incredible strength, tossed her as though she were a child on the end of crack-the-whip. She literally flew through the air until her body struck the mattress and the momentum rolled her forward -- down on her sobbing face and belly to the bed.



She bounced up on her knees from the sudden impact, but the savage engineer was on her from the rear, his thumb and fingers clamping themselves on the back of her neck like painful steel bands. He tightened his grip and a wail of fear came out of her throat as he forced her face down onto the bed. His other hand groped for the hip-hugging shorts, and she heard them rip as he impatiently clawed at them until he had torn away every last shred of her shorts and the tiny white bikini panties underneath.



Now the frightened young wife was completely naked, and pinned helplessly down on the bed, the covers rubbing against her spiked-out nipples, already extraordinarily sensitive from his biting and sucking. His heavy breathing was a combination of things: alcohol, exertion, and a growing ungovernable passion. A horny wildness was coursing through the young man's blood and surging into the throbbing, iron-hard head of his cock that now was pounding so fiercely it ached.



He looked down at the beautiful blonde, at the hollow of her back and the way it arched up to where her shoulder blades curved out like incipient angel's wings. He stared, almost drooling at the creamlike whiteness of her flesh, at its molded fullness, especially at the wonderfully extravagant way her smoothly curved ass-cheeks blossomed into twin mounds of trembling succulent softness before his eyes.



An obscene sound of animal hunger came out of his throat as he lifted her head from the bed, causing her to arch her back even more so that two tiny dimples appeared in the middle of her fearfully quivering ass-cheeks.



With his mouth twisted into a drunken smile, Lyle Rhodes watched the helplessly pinioned young girl work her hands and arms under her lush young titties, and push up slightly, taking some of the pressure off her tortured neck. She winced and tried to hold her neck erect as she gasped, "Lyle... y-you... you're hurting meeeeeeeeeee!"



It was a plea, a plea that ended in a squeal because he was hurting her -- his neck hold was pressing against her nerves, and she had to have some relief. She pushed against the bed with her hands and lifted her body a little more. In doing so, her hugely billowing tits were tightly squeezed between her arms, creating a deep shadowed cleavage.



Lyle stared down almost mesmerized at the sculpted twin cheeks of her ass and the darkly inviting crevice separating them. Watching them move and tense with Claire's struggles to relieve the neck pressure, the rapaciously aroused engineer gloated as he saw her muscles ripple and her rounded ass-cheeks become firm and full, then relax, and become firm and full again! Damn! It was wild to see! The Arab girls loved it, but he'd never done it to an American girl!



He was completely drunk now and driven by a real whorehouse abandon. Kneeling over the blonde wife's nakedly tormented body, he hooked a hand between her tightly clenched legs and, holding his middle finger outstretched like a Viking ramming log, he drove it between her thighs while he held her pinned in place face down with his iron grip on her neck.



"Lyle, my God! Pleeeeeeeassssseeee!"



Alcohol drifted like smoke over his brain, and his temples pounded with the brutal lust he felt heatedly bolting through his body and hammering in his turgidly thick cock. He had her good -- this teasing bitch who had led him on for two Goddamned weeks!



The incited male let her go and lurched backward, losing his balance and staggering back like a punch-drunk fighter as he ripped off his shirt, heedless of the buttons popping to the floor like broken teeth.



Claire spun on the bed to face him, kneeling with arms crossed over her fearfully quivering tits, her long blonde hair hanging down like spun gold licking at her shoulders. Her hair framed her face in loose strands which gave her features a tousled wanton look and her arms crossed over her voluptuous titties only drew attention to their fleshy fullness as they swelled into tantalizing warm mounds billowing upward.



"My God, Lyle, do you understand me? I'm married, you can't do this to me. Don't you understand? Talk to me!"



She shrank away from him, really afraid now, her neck hurting while her eyes darted around, looking for an escape. She must get through to him or get away. He was berserk, wild -- not the same man she had met at the party. Somehow the desert had affected his mind, turning him into a wild man!



He tossed his shirt away, breathing loudly through his nose and feeling his body covered with sweat from his sexual desire and the humidity from the air-conditioner. He grinned at her as he staggered around, taking off his pants. He liked to see her afraid -- he liked to see her cowering in fright before him, her thighs rigidly closed together, her sparse blonde pussy hairs wedged tight at the "vee" of her cringing little cunt, her titties all bunched up like white straining moons as she tried to hide them. He laughed aloud as he saw the halos of her pink nipples peeking like two inquisitive eyes over the edge of heir protecting arms.



"Lyle, you have to hear me! If you don't stop, I'm going to scream for help!" But she knew that screaming would be useless. Everyone was indoors with the air-conditioners going full blast.



He paused, blinking, his thumbs hooked lewdly in his shorts. Then he yanked his underwear down, having some difficulty pulling it over his hugely throbbing prick.



It was enormous!



Claire was suddenly more frightened than she had ever been before in her life as she looked at his massively pulsing cock. Before, when they had petted in the dark car, she hadn't got such a good look at it.



Now her fingers flew to her mouth as she saw the full immensity of his prick jerking so menacingly in front of her in the dim light from the blinds-covered window. Thick veins snaked along its heavy shaft, carrying even more hot blood to the already lust-swollen head that was bulging a plum-colored red. His pulsing cock-tip was spread and shone in the half-light with its smooth swelling thickness. It hung away from his body and swung heavily toward her, as though it were sensing her -- about to strike!



His hair-dappled cum-bloated balls hung low as he stood in front of her, a frightening specimen of masculine sexuality with his rippling belly muscles and his hair-covered chest tapering in a "vee" to his lean hips and the veins standing out on his biceps and oaklike arms. He had done a lot of physical work at the building sites, and it showed. His muscles glistened with sex-sweat and heat. Abruptly, a shudder of involuntary admiration combined with fear went through the cringing young blonde.



With a roar, the young engineer was over her, twisting her defenselessly naked body and sending her sprawling backward on the bed. He fell on top of her with a crash that made little stars explode in the room before her eyes as she felt the breath knocked out of her and pain spread through her chest and belly.



With another roar, his brutal wet mouth was cutting off her scream by locking onto hers, crushing her full sensuous lips, bruising them as he ground fiercely down and his tongue wormed its hot way up into her mouth. Claire fought to catch her breath, thinking she would gag or suffocate as she felt his full weight and the long hotly throbbing shaft of his cock pulsating against her fearfully cringing belly.



Tears dimmed her eyes as he forced her long slender legs apart, bruising and pinching the sensitive flesh of her smooth inner thighs. He forced her legs wider still until the muscle cords stood out like alabaster-colored cables along her upper thighs.



With all her strength, she pulled her mouth free and sobbed. "Oh God, Lyle, stop! Think what you're doing!"



A stinging slap was his only answer. She never saw the blow, only felt it sponge into her face, numbing her with pain. She gasped for air and sobbed, thinking she would pass out... almost hoping for unconsciousness.



With a grunt, he shifted his weight and seized the stunned wife's wrists again, forcing them up and back over her head. Then she felt his cock, the heatedly throbbing head of it like some jerking wild thing, at the entrance to her fear-tensed cunt. The terrified blonde wife shut her eyes and tightly contracted her cunt walls in an effort to prevent him from fucking her, to prevent this brutal rape. Then the pressure at the tiny pussy hole up between her legs began, built, then became a searing firebrand of agony.



"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGHGHHHHHHH!"



Suddenly, his thickly insistent cock head plowed forward, easily spreading her defenseless cunt lips that parted reluctantly under the sheer power of his thrust. Lyle lifted his torso and stared down between their nakedly conjoined bodies. His excitedly pulsating prick was poised, its sheath pulled back tight from the tip that was almost a deep red color from the blood that throbbed and pounded in it. With something akin to wonder, he saw the swollen cock head was almost completely covered by her wide-stretched, hair-lined pussy lips that had so reluctantly parted to make room for his invading thickness.



Her entire cunt furrow was quivering in fear as he thrust his lust-thickened prick forward and he saw her pussy lips part and fold inward under the force of his entry, revealing the tiny pink bud of her little clit standing proudly erect and throbbing in its own wet valley.



Again, he gave a laugh that ended in a snort as he thrust his hips forward, causing the captive young wife to cry out in agony as his penetrating cock -- like a mammoth redwood tree -- disappeared up into her lewdly stretched cunt hole.



"Aaaaggggggrxhrrhhhh!" Claire screamed as she felt her trembling thighs being spread even more painfully apart, and she gave out another birdlike mewl of distress, but it made no difference to him.



The powerful thrust of his cunt-stretching prick up into her helplessly stretched pussy forced her quaking ass-cheeks to clench and her legs to jerk up in the air. He began plunging and withdrawing with an oxlike strength, brutally and lewdly fucking in and out of her tight little cunt, sawing heedlessly away with his wetly glistening cock.



The engineer's fucking was merciless and wild and his hands were all over her naked young body as he pinched and massaged her fearfully quivering tits, leaving scratches on her smooth, white belly and bruises on her shoulders and tits. He was raping her, but she could do nothing to stop him. Her mind was near hysteria, but she really didn't want to scream and get outside help. She didn't want anyone to know -- ever -- that she had herself involved in this horrible depraved infidelity.



Each savage fuck was hurting the ravished blonde wife now, jostling her humiliated body as he pounded his massively pulsating hardness home, its head banging up against the cushiony tip of her cervix, causing her to wince at each stroke. He was fucking into her so hard that the force of his lunges was shoving her helplessly squirming body deep down into the mattress.



Claire never stormed struggling or pleading, but her voiced protests were as futile as her pathetic efforts to escape. This man she'd thought she was attracted to was fucking into her as hard and as violently as he could now, with his arms straight down at his sides, and his clawlike fingers digging savagely into her spasmodically quaking ass-cheeks.



Lyle felt a slow aching pressure building deep within his cum-filled balls, and he gripped her frantically wriggling ass-cheeks and squeezed with a crushing strength, feeling her quake from head to toe in protest as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.



"Oh, fuck... oh, oh," he gasped, and groaned, increasing the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against her wetly trembling cunt as his long, thick cock rammed far up into the hidden recesses of her obscenely violated belly.



When he felt himself cumming, he put his hands down beneath her knees and shoved her widespread thighs up over her shoulders until her knees were on each side of her head and her tight little pussy defenselessly exposed to whatever outrage he wanted to perpetrate on it. A moment later, he ground his huge, lust-hardened prick as far up into her wetly opened cunt as he could go, rousing groans of passion from his lips that once again locked tightly to hers. His hands again clasped her squirming ass-cheeks in a death grip, the ache in his heavily bloated balls becoming unbearable.



Now! The moment was now!



He gasped into the unreciprocating wetness of her mouth, felt the wild staccato bursting of his prick and then, with a deep soul-shattering roar that went on and on, his white-hot cum exploded deep up inside her belly, spewing its liquid far into the rippling depths of her lewdly stretched cunt!



CHAPTER THREE



Almost every evening before he went home from the office, Grant Wells stopped in at the compound bar and had a nice relaxing drink. It wasn't that he couldn't relax at home but just that he enjoyed the privacy he got while he was in the bar.



Grant poured the dark foaming bottle of beer into his tall glass and leaned back in his chair to enjoy his solitude. After a sip of beer, his thoughts returned irritably to the past three weeks. He was Goddamned upsets pissed off! First, Claire had come in that night and sucked him off, and then he too had lost his head and licked her pussy. He couldn't bear to touch her after that and she had been hurt and taken to going out at night without him. He didn't mind her night-time outings so much while they were in the compound, but what was he going to do about them when they left for Dhahran tomorrow? For a woman to go out alone at night there was downright dangerous.



Why, why? he thought. Just why did she have to do this tome? Maybe, some time alone together might help her, some time away from the desert and the compound. She hasn't had a vacation in a long time, maybe that was her problem.



Grant decided to forget his wife's problems for the moment and picked up the local English newspaper. He tried to read but couldn't seem to concentrate. He laid the periodical down with relief when he heard Claire's friend, Francine's voice coming from the door. Francine was one friend of Claire's that he really liked... she was wild and somewhat of a bitch but then maybe that was why he liked her so well.



The pretty brunette smiled as she saw Grant sitting in the booth and walked over to the table.



"Hello, there." Francine dropped into a chair across from Grant. "Where's your wife?" She swung her glance around the bar, and not seeing Claire turned inquiring eyes back to Grant. "I don't see her around anywhere."



"I haven't gone home yet," Grant said blandly.



"You know what I'm thinking?" Francine said through a lascivious grin.



"No." Grant chuckled.



"I'm thinking that you two have had some kind of an argument and aren't speaking to each other very much."



"And I'm thinking that you have a big mouth that should keep itself occupied in its own business instead of other people's."



"You're right," Francine agreed. "I was just joking, Grant. I didn't come into this bar to waste my time solving your troubles. Except for one little problem I think you should know about. Grant, I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you."



"No bad news, please, Francine. I don't think I can take any right now." Grant shook the last droplets of beer from the bottle into his glass.



"Maybe you ought to have another drink. Maybe you ought to have a whiskey."



"I don't want anything more td drink. I have to go home in a few minutes," Grant said almost angrily.



"What would you say if I told you that sexy blonde wife of yours has been stepping out on you?" Francine shifted in her chair.



"I'd say you were nuts!"



"Crazy? Me, I'm just trying to be a good friend."



"Okay, I take it back," Grant answered.



"The details are a little skimpy, but I got the rundown from the horse's mouth," Francine said.



"I don't believe you."



"You don't have to believe me," Francine said. "I'm just reporting what I heard from a friend of mine. Our Claire has been jumping in the sack with this young engineer from the site up north."



"My God," Grant said, feeling like the floor had just lurched beneath him.



"Evidently, the guy's been after Claire for a few weeks now," Francine went on. "And she was confiding in him -- you know, crying on his shoulder."



There was a pause.



"That's right, my friend," Francine went on. "And this engineer told me that yesterday afternoon he was fucking the daylights out of her while you were down at the office."



"That can't be! It's impossible!" Grant Wells turned pale. It just didn't seem like Claire to be carrying on like that. Claire was his wife, she wouldn't cheat on him that way, would she? She had been acting rather strange, lately.



"I've got to get home," Grant said.



Francine rose from the table with him and walked him to the door. "You want my advice, you might try listening to your wife."



"I'll do that, Francine," Wells said as he turned into the sun-drenched street.



Grant Wells stumbled through the winding streets toward the lower part of the compound. The still intense late afternoon heat throbbed into his brain, magnifying the shock and seething anger he felt toward the anonymous engineer and his deceiving wife. Halfway home he stopped and considered finding out who the engineer was, to con front him about it, then realized he was being foolish.



He stood in a shadow, looking up at the azure blue of the Saudi Arabian sky, and tried to cool down. Instinctively, he accepted the truth of what Francine had said. It fit in too well with the usual way Claire had bees acting lately. A kind of listlessness had come over her. Jesus! Grant thought. He knew she was bored, staying out in this compound for so many months at a time, but he had no idea it would come to this!



The best thing to do, he tried to think rationally, was to continue on with the trip as planned. They would both go into Dhahran. He would attend the business meeting as planned and then he would devote himself to his wife and her problems. If she wouldn't open up to him, then he would tell her that he knew all about her affair with this engineer fellow and settle it from there. There had to be a reason for her to behave this way and he intended to find out what it was.



For Christ's sake, Grant Wells thought, as he looked over at his wife sitting next to him in the car, she's looking as sexy as a Goddamn porno star... no wonder she's always complaining about being grabbed in the streets!



"It's going to be nice to get away from the compound for a change." She finally broke the silence.



"Even if it is a business trip, it'll be nice to spend some time together," he sighed.



Claire looked out the window toward the low mountains rising west of the tarmac road. Now that they were actually on the way, Claire felt better, even optimistic about the possibilities of getting over the brutal fucking she had received from Lyle Rhodes and for them getting emotionally back together during this trip. Already the incident with the engineer seemed like a bad dream she wanted nothing more than to forget both the tawdry rape and her own infidelity.



They drove for several more minutes without talking. Grant concentrated on his driving as he passed through a herd of sheep and a little later the clay like dwellings that meant they were coming into town.



"Oh my God." Claire yawned later, looking at her watch in the dim car light and then smiling at him. "It's already nine o'clock!"



Grant went up with his wife to their hotel room and, after they'd unpacked their bags, the tall young man said, "I'm sorry, but I've got to go down to the bar and find Meyers. I know it's late, but I do have to meet him for my itinerary tomorrow."



"You can't mean it." Claire turned from the small dressing-table mirror. "I thought we'd spend a nice quiet evening by ourselves."



Grant had changed into a white sports jacket and slacks. Now he poured himself a drink from the bottle of Scotch room service had sent up.



"There are lots of things I'm much rather do than get together with those old fogies, but business is business," he said.



His young wife had changed into a provocative-looking sheer black nightgown. Her wavy blonde hair streamed across her shoulders, a few careless tresses falling seductively over the softly billowing mounds of her tits. Goddamn it to hell! She sure does look nice, Grant gasped to himself.



"Okay, Grant," she said with forced cheerfulness as she turned from the dressing table. "You do what you think is best. I've got a book to pass the time with." She walked across the soft Persian carpet toward him, and he saw their dark and blonde reflections in the mirror-paneled closet door. Her lushly rounded hips and the flat plane of her belly rising to her narrow waist seemed perfectly matched to his athletically lean body.



Grant turned impulsively to the liquor bottle and poured himself another shot. "I'll be out fairly late, so don't wait up for me. I have an early meeting in the morning, then maybe we can go out on the town -- do a little shopping, whatever you want."



"Okay, darling." Claire walked her serious-looking husband to the door.



He stopped so abruptly, just as he was leaving, that they jostled into one another. "One more thing," he said, stepping out into the hall, "I know all about you and that engineer, so you can quit moping around, and try and figure out what we are going to do about it."



Claire was left open-mouthed as he turned on his heels and disappeared down the hall. It was hard to believe that he knew how had he found out so fast -- and she slipped back into the room, feeling nothing more than stunned shock for several minutes. Yes, that was the way it would be with Grant, she finally thought to herself -- cold, controlled, no anger -- a problem to be solved in a logical manner.



Trembling in spite of her concerted efforts, to remain calm, the unfaithful young wife made herself a drink and settled down by the window.



The hotel looked out over the city, and she could see the low green foliage broken by long -- stemmed palm trees illuminated by the city lights. Sighing heavily, she lit a cigarette -- then put it out and sipped her drink. Instead of the shame and guilt she supposed she should have felt, she felt a rising implacable anger.



Everything was all mixed up! She'd thought Grant would at least be angry about her affair with Lyle Rhodes, maybe even ask her why she had let it happen but he had shown no reaction at all. The only emotion he showed was to be more distracted than usual, as though his mind were a million miles away. Worse yet, whatever he was thinking about, she seemed to be a very small part of it. She'd been humiliatingly raped, then had worked herself into a mood for reconciliation with Grant, and now the only prospect of excitement was the argument they were going to have when -- and if -- she told him why she had let Lyle fuck her.



Claire finished her drink and got up to pour herself another. She stared at the amber-colored liquid splashing into her glass, then reminded herself she was drinking way too much. She paused, just about to take the bottle into the bathroom and pour it down the sink, when she remembered Francine was in town staying at her summer house. After mentioning it to Grant this afternoon, it had completely slipped her mind. The young, dark-haired beauty had asked her to call her house sometime while she was here.



In a vengeful mood. Claire dialed the wondering the number Francine had given her and waited while the servant girl got her on the line.



"Yes?" she heard Francine's voice coming over the phone.



"This is Claire. Look, I can't see you tomorrow, Grant's made a sudden change in plans. He wants us to spend the day together."



"Okay. Is Grant there with you now?"



"No, he's gone down to the bar to have a 'before-the-meeting' meeting with Meyer."



"Why didn't you go with him?" Francine asked pointedly.



"He didn't ask me," Claire admitted. "Besides, it's a business meeting of sorts and he doesn't like me to concern myself with his job."



There was a pause at the other end of the line. Claire could hear only some laughter until Francine said, "Two friends are visiting me here at the house. Maybe you'd like to join us."



"That'd be nice... but Grant would be furious if he knew I'd gone out without letting him know," the young blonde demurred.



"Who does Grant Wells think he is?" Francine demanded haughtily.



Claire lit a cigarette nervously. The alcohol had burned off some of the nervousness she'd felt earlier and replaced it with an exciting tingle coursing deliciously over the surface of her skin. "You know, I was just wondering the same thing myself," the slightly tipsy wife said with unusual bitterness.



"C'mon, Claire," Francine continued. "I've got two very rich, very good -- looking friends. We'll drink some Hassa -- that's an Arabian aphrodisiac, you know -- and maybe have a little fun. Everything you can imagine, with beautiful -- girls and handsome men. If that doesn't relax you, I don't know what will."



"Hassa? Two men?" Claire repeated. Her friend had to be kidding!



But Francine went on, "You're a beautiful girl, Claire, and you deserve to have your fun. I can't stand to see you waste your life waiting for that no-good husband of yours to pay attention to you."



The lonely young wife was convinced. "It's late now," Claire said. "I'll only be able to stay until midnight, then I've got to get back."



Filled now with excited determination, she hung up and changed quickly into a low-cut black dress. After a brisk sweep of the comb through her blonde hair and a dab of makeup on her cheeks she was on her way down the elevator. For the first time she could remember since her marriage, Claire was in a rebellious mood. Who does he think he is, indeed! she thought in the cab, savoring what Francine had said. Grant didn't have to be so damn condescending. It was as if he thought of her as a child who didn't know any better.



Well, she really hadn't known what she had been doing when she flirted with Lyle Rhodes, but she sure as hell knew what she was doing now!



CHAPTER FOUR



Claire Wells knocked nervously on Francine's door and waited for it to open. After a few minutes, she knocked again, irritated that Francine would go out when she was expecting her. After a few more knocks and no answers Claire tried the door herself, and finding it unlocked, she stepped inside. It could very well be that Francine had just not heard her at the door. She might be out on the terrace with her friends or something. Deciding this was probably the case, Claire picked her way carefully toward the French windows on the other side of the living room.



As she walked further into the room, she noticed that a candle was burning in a little alcove by the bar and another in the hall leading to the kitchen. Claire made her way to the candle with the intention of using it to find her way around the house and finding Francine. She picked the candle up in her hand and turned back to the darkened living room. Then, almost dreamily, she paused.



A sound had come from behind a closed door next to the windows. Voices! She thought maybe Francine was in bed with some man. Maybe she'd better leave immediately!



A slight twinge of anger stirred in her at the possibility that Francine expected her to wait outside while she and some man screwed. Picking up her purse, Claire was just about to leave when she heard a man's voice say in French, "Who the hell ever taught you to fuck like that?"



Claire stopped, translated it again. "Who in the hell ever taught you to fuck like that?" the man had said. It came out that way the second time she translated it too. At first she'd thought she'd heard incorrectly, or translated badly. Involuntarily, she found herself wondering what he was talking about.



The answer was a feminine gasp and an exclamation, also in French, of, "Ohhhh, do that again! It's wonderful! Don't stop... don't stop! Ooooohhhh!"



Claire's breath caught in her throat. Moving across the room she saw that the door to the library wasn't quite closed, and she peered into the darkened room located off the living room.



From a candle placed on the big desk she distinguished two naked bodies on the floor locked in a sensual embrace of fucking that caused her to freeze in shock. Francine was lying on her back with her knees raised high in the air, and a dark-haired man was sliding down between her wide-splayed legs until his head was over her naked, curl -- fringed pussy. Then she heard Francine's murmured words, words broken and swallowed and spat with passion, and now she found herself listening, sheer curiosity forbidding her to leave.



Claire's heart pounded wildly. She'd never watched two people actually fucking before -- she'd never imagined it would look like this, and it seemed so strange that they were talking in French.



"Oh yes, darling, lick it... lick it! Eat my cunt! Ohhhh, it's beautiful..."



The dumfounded blonde wife could not believe her eyes and ears. A tightening sensation had caught at the pit of her belly and she blinked her eyes that were hazy from drink, trying to bring them into proper focus to assure herself that she was actually seeing correctly. Francine had clutched at the man's dark hair with both hands and was desperately grinding her nakedly exposed cunt up against his face.



Momentarily, Claire thought she saw his tongue lash out snakelike and disappear into the soft, hair-lined slit of the brunette's quivering pussy, then little mewling sounds began to emit from her friend's contorted mouth. The horribly depraved scene was beyond belief, and Claire took a step backward as if she had been struck by a blow. It was so much like what she and Grant had done.



She tried to clear her head, to think straight. She and Francine had talked openly about oral fucking, but somehow Claire had never believed anybody really did it until she and Grant had licked each other. But my God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of sheer unadulterated lust before.



"Harder, darling! Suck harder!" Claire heard her girlfriend exclaim. "Yes, yes, like that... ohhhh!"



Well... it wasn't her business, the shocked blonde reminded herself, and something within advised her to turn away and leave before they heard her. But the salacious sight and sounds had temporarily hypnotized her. They actually fascinated her -- yes, aroused her, too, affecting her in a way she would never have dreamed possible. Instead of absolute revulsion, she felt a strange light-fingered palpitation deep up between her own trembling thighs. And then the exciting sensations increased as the man wagged and bobbed his head furiously, making vile, wet, sucking noises over Francine's splayed-open cunt.



"Aaaaagh," the brunette groaned, raising a rash of goose-bumps that rippled responsively across Claire's arms and up to her heaving titties, now beginning to rise and fall heavily in vicarious arousal, making the nipples distend against her bra.



As her eyes adjusted to the light in the library behind the door, she could see his lashing tongue more clearly now, working animal like in lewd subjugation at the widespread tightness of Francine's pussy hole, and she could see the contortions on her face above the nakedly trembling tits.



Suddenly he was bringing his hand down into the furrow separating her rotating ass-cheeks, and she jerked her legs high until her kneecaps were touching her jiggling tits, exposing the whole moist plane of her wetly glistening pussy to her lewdly incited lover. He flicked his tongue into her tight little puckered asshole beneath, and Claire stared mesmerized by the lascivious sight. A long low moan escaped from the dark-haired man arid she clenched her eyes tightly shut, her lips baring back over her teeth at the obvious irresistible sensation it sent racing out of control through her squirming body.



"Oooooh, don't stop, don't stop!" Francine whined, writhing her hips furiously at the hot flicking tongue, licking without mercy at her tiny asshole. "Shove your finger in there! Yes, like that! Oh, yes, stick it in my asshole!"



Claire could hardly breathe now; the excited rasping escaping her own throat and lungs had become so loud. Her mouth was hot and dry and the throbbing sensation between her thighs caused her to clamp them tightly together, making her excruciatingly aware of her own pulsating cunt. Unconsciously, she reached down and lewdly stroked her own tingling pussy through her dress.



Never before in her life had the young wife experienced such a shocking sense of wicked fascination, even when she had sucked Grant's cock. The strange sight and obscene sounds held her helplessly spellbound as her titties began to throb painfully with a lewd desire of their own. She found herself thinking of Lyle Rhodes the night before, wishing he'd licked her cunt instead of just going ahead and fucking her. Then she might have cum too, then it might not have been rape! She knew if he were here right now... right now at this very moment...!



"I'm cumming... cumming... oh, wow, I'm cumming!" Francine groaned, finally crooning off into a weird little wail as she choked and sputtered out her lewd satisfaction.



Then the man lowered her legs and was raising himself up over her to kneel in front of the brunette's face with his knees straddling her naked shoulders on either side. His hugely throbbing cock stood out in the air like a massive pole. He had his hand around it, rubbing the glistening head softly against Francine's wetly parted lips.



Claire saw the girl's head come eagerly forward as the man thrust his hips at her face, sliding his huge prick deep within the confines of her anxiously receiving mouth as he tangled his fingers in her long hair and she began a gentle sucking motion. Claire could dimly see the tiny ridges of soft pink flesh pulling from Francine's ovaled lips as his impaling member drew back and then disappeared up inside once again, his thick cock sliding all the way to the back of the pinioned woman's throat.



Claire watched, transfixed, as he began a rhythmic sawing back and forth, never withdrawing his prick all the way, but leaving its blood-engorged tip just inside the warm wetness of her softly clasping mouth. Then Francine was reaching up between her own trembling thighs, cradling the softness of his cum-filled balls in her palms. She stroked them gently as she sucked voraciously at his steadily ramming cock that in the eerie candlelight looked to Claire like a wetly glistening piston of flesh, moving methodically in and out between her nibbling lips. Again, Claire heard little mewls and groans of shameless pleasure.



Abruptly, an electriclike jolt shot through Claire and she nearly cried out her alarm as she felt a pair of huge masculine hands slipping around her from behind and curling over her voluptuously ballooning tits.



"Shhhh, they'll hear us," a strange, accented voice whispered in her ear as he drew her tightly back against his hard body, pressing his stiffening cock lewdly into the crevice between her twisting ass-cheeks.



"What? Who are you?" Claire hissed, struggling to make him let her go. Turning her head, she saw a swarthy-complexioned Arab in his thirties, elegantly dressed, obviously one of the more well-to-do Arabs in the country.



"I am Hamid. I was in the kitchen when you came in." He wrenched her body tightly back. "Quite a show, isn't it?" he continued to whisper, his warm breath hot in her ear. "I have been standing behind, watching you too. They went to the library when I went to get ice from the kitchen. When I came back, there was no one here. Then I saw you come, so I decided to stay after all."



"Please... pleasssse... let me go!"



"She is really sucking him off, isn't she?" He held her firmly and went on as though he hadn't heard her.



"Y-you... don't have to talk that way," Claire hissed back at him over her shoulder. "And take your hands off me this minute," she ordered.



She tried to squirm free of his clutching fingers on her softly billowing tits, feeling a numbing fear rising through her trapped body. Wild thoughts of what he might do to her raced through her brain, and she decides that if she could only wrench free and run... but he was not about to release his hold, and she felt him grinding his thickly pulsing cock into her squirming ass-cheeks, pressing her skirt into the soft quivering crevice between her ass.



While his hand massaged her tits, he whispered, "Now, why are you getting upset. You have been standing here watching them sucking and licking each other for ten minutes. You know what I believe? I believe you wish you were that little girl and had that big juicy cock right in your own pretty little mouth."



Again Claire tried to quietly struggle with him, her whole being filled with revulsion at the filth he was spewing into her ear. But his clutching hands only ground harder into her trembling tits as did his pants-enclosed prick against her defensively tightening ass-cheeks.



Suddenly, the man with Francine stopped, pulling his cock from her mouth as he suspiciously looked around the room. Claire strained to see his face but could catch only fleeting glimpses of his pale features.



"You hear something?" the dark-haired man asked Francine, still craning his neck while Hamid, holding tight to Claire's straining tits, held her locked firmly in front of him.



"No," Francine cooed, "but I don't give a damn anyway. Come back here, you crazy son of a bitch. Fuck me now, honey. Fuck it in my cunt... oh, Jesus, yes, that's the way... the way to do it!"



"Please!" Claire gagged. "Please, let me go!"



But, instead, the strange Arab pushed her closer to the door where they could watch the deplorable performance even more easily. All the while, he continued brazenly squeezing and caressing her helplessly quivering titties, and his hotly jerking cock throbbed deep between her ass-cheeks. She was beside herself with a near uncontrollable mixture of rage at Francine and impotent fear of this awful man. Her growing fear, however, was muted by an unfathomable smoldering lust which the fucking couple and the Arab's foul obscenities were kindling within her.



"See there, my blonde bibeh... now he's fucking her," the man, Hamid, whispered, and then his hand was slipping down inside the cleavage of her daring black dress to her nakedly heaving tit, cupping it hard as she gasped at the wet, abandoned coupling of the two entwined bodies on the library floor.



Hamid gave a sudden hard pinch against Claire's soft rubbery nipple, sending a flash of pain and pleasure shooting along the full length of her spine so that she had to clench her teeth tight to keep from muttering a helpless groan that might be heard by Francine. His tongue flicked wetly into her ear, causing her to squirm back against his thickly pulsing cock.



"See that?" He continued the lewd mutterings into her ear. "She has got her long white legs wrapped right up around his neck now, so that her cunt is wide open and he can fuck his cock up into her belly until she can taste it!"



"Oh God, please don't." Tears welled into the defenseless young blonde's eyes. She was horrified at the humiliation of being caught peeping at such an obscene spectacle -- he had her in a position where she couldn't fight back and he knew it. If she resisted too strongly, they were bound to be overheard in the next room, and she would be discovered out here spying on Francine's lewd activities. And that would be all that was necessary to end the relationship with one of her best friends. God, why had Francine done this? Couldn't she have waited until Claire had come and left?



The figures in the library were still for a moment and Claire was certain they had been discovered. It was as if her blood had turned to ice water for that brief panic-filled instant, then she saw the dark-haired man begin a slow rocking motion as he resumed his animalistic fucking into the abandoned brunette's cunt.



Once more, the entrapped blonde's eyes riveted helplessly on the wantonly fucking pair and she saw the man withdraw slightly, his heavily throbbing prick sliding out of Francine's cunt for several inches before he thrust forward again, holding his massive cock totally embedded far up in her pussy. Again he withdrew until the underside of the lust-swollen head, wet and glistening, was visible to the hypnotized Claire.



Her mouth dropped open in disbelief as she watched Francine's long white legs come down to wrap convulsively around his rocking hips, her heels tight against his bucking ass-cheeks, straining to pull him back deep up inside her pussy with each withdrawal. The cords on the inside of her thighs flexed tightly as she pushed her wetly clasping cunt back up over his deeply fucking prick.



Her hollowing ass-cheeks lifted several inches off the pastel-colored Persian rug as she struggled upward, desperately trying to absorb the entire stiff length of his massively throbbing cock up into her hot, expectant cunt.



A vicious, wet sound resounded through the library as she eagerly slithered her pussy up to welcome his huge thickness. Her flexing ass-cheeks began a rhythmic beating up and down his steel-hard cock, his softly dangling balls slapping in tempo against her faintly puckered little asshole below.



Francine was mouthing obscenities at the wildly fucking man as she squirmed lewdly in the throes of passion beneath him, causing the exciting tingle to dart menacingly between Claire's gradually wettening thighs once more.



Now, as she watched, completely absorbed, the indistinguishable man curled his hand beneath the girl's undulating ass, the tip of his extended middle finger tantalizingly circling the small pink ring of her tightly puckered asshole. It played there for a long teasing moment, then suddenly brought a tortured groan from the brunette's twisting body beneath as his finger slipped through the protective fleshy ring and disappeared obscenely up against the tiny circle. Legs kicked out again, another tortured moan and curling of toes, and then the legs locked over his ass once more as Francine pumped her loins once more to meet both lewdly probing instruments.



Suddenly, Claire's own body stiffened as she felt Hamid's hand sliding down over her smooth belly, down... down... to gently apply pressure at her heatedly pulsing pussy mound. All the while the few drinks she'd drunk coursed lazily through her bloodstream, intensifying the sudden unchecked depraved sensations beginning to surge through her feverishly responding body.



Desperately she clenched her eyes shut, fighting against the primitive need to be screwed with all her strength as his insistently roaming fingers nipped teasingly at her stiffening nipples, and the growing hardness of his prick ground into her ass-cheeks, bringing forth weak submissive moans from her twisting lips.



"Goddamn, you're luscious," he hissed into her ear. "You are one of the most glorious American women I have ever seen. And you need to be fucked so badly, just like Francine is getting fucked!"



"Ohhhh, don't, don't, don't! Please..." Claire whimpered as she felt the delicious wanton feeling rippling across her skin.



His hand slid down over her dress to her wetly pulsating cunt.



"Oh God, no... don't do that! Don't touch my pussy! You mustn't!" she sobbed, still conscious of the heavy groans coming from the library. She moaned and tried to pull away from his lewd caresses, using all her willpower to overcome the myriad strange sensations building against her will deep in her belly.



She gasped and held her breath as she felt him edge the hem of her dress up to the top of her trembling legs, letting the cool night air rush against them. Suddenly his fingers came into hot, searing contact with her naked thighs and a ravishing shock rippled up through her steaming cunt as she felt him slipping an extended finger slowly under the tight elastic band of her sheer panties.



The aroused blonde squirmed back against him, one hand trying to push him away while the other fought to pull out his hand exploring inside her dress, cruelly squeezing her tits. But he was not to be denied and she whimpered helplessly as his fingertips found her cunt and thrust gently up into it, parting the soft blonde pussy hairs and making sudden delicious contact with the tiny throbbing head of her clit. The little bud was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire permeating her whole being, and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest.



Dear God! There was nothing she could do and the tears of humiliation cascaded warmly down her cheeks as, to her horror, she found herself involuntarily reacting to the maddening caresses of her hotly quaking tits and cunt. She was excitedly wet between her legs and found her hips suddenly gyrating in unintentional rhythm to the light teasing of his finger rummaging up between her voluntarily parted thighs.



"You know you want me to screw you," he breathed hotly into her ear. "My nice big cock slipping into that tight little cunt of yours. Tell Hamid you want him to fuck you good and proper. C'mon, we'll do it quick before they cum."



It snapped then that thread of willpower she had still possessed -- as she felt Hamid's hand lift her dress above her hips, bunching it around her wasplike waist. He drew her thin white nylon panties down over her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks and she numbly lifted her feet as he pulled them from her ankles. Then his heavy body was pulling her over to the couch.



Claire could hear the metallic sound of a zipper being opened as she trembled nakedly, half in fear and half in impatience. Then... a slight movement on the cushions... hands searching over her, pulling her thighs wide apart... his weight crawling between her spread legs... urgent hands parting the lips of her throbbing cunt... and suddenly the blunt stab of a fiery cock head at her cum-drenched pussy hole.



Her whole body twitched and writhed uncontrollably on the soft cushions as she groaned in abandoned welcome to the deliciously huge prick sinking so deep and recklessly up into her cunt. Her face contorted with passion, mewls of ecstasy escaping from her tightly clenched teeth.



Moaning incoherently, the abandonedly responding young blonde wound her long smooth legs around the Arab's hips as he sunk his cock far up into her hungrily devouring cunt. The velvety smooth walls of her pussy held him, squeezing tightly around his prick until she could feel every inch of his heavily pulsing cock.



She had never known this madness before -- and her lust-hazed mind reveled in her weakness as she screwed her hips up tight against the Arab's pelvis until she could feel the tantalizing swelling of his cum-filled balls pressed into the wetly stretched ass below her cunt. The soft, juice-laden balls danced teasingly against her sensitive asshole, sending shivers of lewd delight surging through her fluttering nerve ends.



There was nothing else in the world -- no tomorrow, no yesterday, no Grant -- nothing but this deep dark hole of lust and flesh, of belly smacking against belly as they lay on the couch, his cock grinding furiously up into her cunt.



"Oooooh, yes, fuck it hard, darling, fuck it hard! Give it to meee!" she begged, gasping in her ecstasy as she realized she was already starting to cum. She thought fleetingly that her body had become something animal -- surely she was no longer human as she twisted and contorted beneath his thickly fucking prick.



Totally abandoned to lust, she spread her quivering legs even wider apart and then pulled them up to her own shoulders, bending them at the knees and spurring him on like a wild stallion with the heels of her feet digging into his hard-muscled ass. He had dropped his pants from his hips and the obscene feeling of the cool metal zipper pressing into her thighs brought further surges of lewd delight coursing frenziedly through her.



She was vaguely aware of someone entering the living room, but nothing mattered now except the male body driving his cock rhythmically into her cunt from above.



"You bitch," an angry male voice said.



The puzzling voice continued to attack her, but it didn't matter. Her body was white-hot and her head flailed from side to side wildly, her mouth open in slavish abandon. Hamid's heavy body dropped down on her twisting form like a savage beast, smashing her hotly quivering tits tightly back against her chest. His huge prick fucked deep into her hungrily waiting cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting waves of her hot pussy flesh before its cruelly rampaging head. Her cunt clasped around his thickening cock voraciously, wetly devouring its ever-burgeoning head to the very hilt. She groaned in relief at the wonderful rigidity filling her lewdly stretched pussy walls as he continued a hard deep thrusting into her obscenely grinding cunt.



"Don't let me stop you," a male voice said. "Just go right ahead. But, boy, are you ever going to be sorry you did this to me. You are going to be so sorry!"



Claire's body drove on unheeding -- she was almost ready to cum and could not stop now. Tiny relentless flames of lust flared in her belly, burning the insanely tingling walls of her hungrily devouring cunt. Sweat was pouring from her body as she strove wildly for the end -- just an infinitesimal second away.



And then... and then... it happened.



"Aaaannnnnngggghhhh! I-I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming! Fuck harder! Fuck harder!" she pleaded in a voice distorted with passion. "I'm cumming -- aaaaaahhhh!"



Her hands darted behind his driving ass, pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper up into her wildly cumming cunt. Her cum juices flowed wetly out around his still fucking cock, seeping down the sweating crevice of her buttocks and flooding his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against her tight-puckered ass-cheeks.



Above her, Hamid groaned and she could feel the lewd, hot waves of his juice shooting deep up into her greedily milking womb, mixing lasciviously with her own pussy juices. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the powerful fiery squirts surged wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with this Arab's heated cum. The hot, juicy walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking prick like a sucking, starving mouth, until Claire's firm young body was drained of everything -- and her limbs collapsed loosely onto the couch cushions, as Hamid's grip on her legs was released and he fell heavily on top of her.



They lay there panting, still almost fully dressed, for several moments before she again became aware of the other, unknown presence in the room. In her ecstasy, she had assumed it was Francine, and she hadn't cared, hadn't had the power to stop even if her friend had seen them. But now she turned her head and opened her fluttering eyelids to look up through the narrow hazy slits of her lust-smoked eyes at the unbelievable presence of her husband.



It was Grant!



Or, at least, it had been Grant, for his tall figure was now tearing out of the house, overturning everything that came into his path. He had seen her being fucked by the Arab!



"I came back from the business meeting early," he turned and spat venomously from the door. "I figured you might have gone to visit the banners, but I'll admit I didn't figure you would fuck them!" Then, with an abrupt turn, he was out the door.



Not too much later, Claire left the apartment without so much as having spoken to Francine, and without a good-bye glance at the Arab who had screwed her so well. She cried helplessly all the way back to the hotel in the taxi, wondering what the hell she could do to get herself out of this mess!



CHAPTER FIVE



Claire and Grant avoided each other the next day.



Grant didn't know how Claire felt, he did not dare ask her for fear of what it might open up, but his own mind was a mass of confusion. Now that he had seen that man fucking Claire last night, what was he to do? Nothing in his life had ever prepared him for dealing with a situation like this. As a geologist, his mind had been trained to deal with facts -- and he had enough of those to prove his wife's infidelity -- and he could handle that part of it. What he could not handle were the emotions that had come with the discovery. They were tearing him apart!



Part of the problem he knew was with him -- and his upbringing. He had always been taught that though fucking was pleasurable, it was also a sin and therefore was not to be considered "fun". So, he had never really considered it a big part of his life. Perhaps if he had, things would have been different between Claire and himself.



He had loved her very much when they had gotten married, and he loved her still -- but she had never behaved as he had expected a woman to behave. Oh, she had been a good wife to him, that wasn't a problem. The problem was that she was so wild in bed. He had fucked her as often as he could, and she had cum wildly each time, but he always got the feeling when it was over that she was somehow disappointed. He had never been able to figure out why she would be so disappointed -- until that night three weeks ago when she had sucked his cock.



She had been so strange, that whole event had been, almost as though it were a dream. It was that night that had triggered off her wild adulteress spree. But Goddamn it! Why?



He had gone back to the hotel then, unable to stand these thoughts anymore, and waited until he had enough to demand answers for all of his questions. Claire wasn't in when he got there, so he sat in the quiet room thinking again about what he should do.



Claire came in an hour later. They didn't speak; she puttered around the room, trying to keep busy, and he continued staring out over the city, watching the people as they moved in the street below, watching the sky turning pink with the encroaching sunset.



"Do you want me to have dinner sent up?" Claire finally asked, unable to take the silence any longer.



There was no answer from Grant who sat in his chair with his back turned toward her.



Claire ran her hairbrush through her hair. If only there were some way of making up with Grant, to explain. She wanted to call him to her and embrace him, to run her hands down over his muscular back till she held his cock in her hand and was making it passionately hard with her massaging fingers. But she knew she couldn't -- after all, he wouldn't even talk to her.



On a sudden impulse, she walked over and stood in front of his chair.



"Oh, Grant, I want to apologize for everything. I can't stand this damn silence between the two of us any longer!"



"Oh, brother!" He laughed openly at her.



His frustrated young wife began to cry soft bitter tears as she leaned back against the wall.



"I feel so guilty... so ashamed!"



He got up from his chair and walked to the center of the room, with her trailing behind. "I got a Goddamn eyeful of that guy fucking your cunt tonight. Now you turn around and expect me to accept an apology. Jeezus, you're fucking crazy!"



"If only, you had paid more attention to me," she blurted out. "Shown me that you cared."



"What the hell are you complaining about? You've had a hell of an easy time while I've been working my ever-lovin' ass off."



"That has nothing to do with you fucking me!" she protested.



He turned from her to open the closet, tearing his light sports coat from the hanger. "Maybe what I need is a little more experience. You've already had yours."



"Okay." Claire dropped into his vacated chair so that, to her enraged husband, it looked as though she were hoping to excite him by playing the slut, with her eyes flashing and her long blonde hair falling brazenly across her shoulders. She was hoping he was aroused enough to be enticed into fucking her. "I admit I enjoyed what happened. I liked it... his putting his cock in my pussy."



A crazy smile passed over his lips as he looked down at his skimpily dressed wife who had parted her legs invitingly and arched her hips into a lascivious position.



"Well... now it's time for some of my own private pussy," he shot back over his shoulder as he headed toward the door.



"What do you mean by that?" his confused wife began, getting up.



"I intend to even the score. There's some pretty wild places in this town. I'm sure to find a cunt to fuck somewhere."



He went out abruptly and Claire was left sobbing in the chair, wondering what she had ever done to deserve all of this misery, plus the horrible empty ache in her pussy!



Grant Wells walked blindly through the dirty crowded streets of Dhahran, trying to figure out a way to punish his wife for the hurt she had caused him.



If he were going to match what Claire had done, he had to find a young pretty girl, willing but not whorish. Then another idea struck him -- his revenge would have even more bite if he could give it to another hot bitch while Claire was forced to watch as he had done last night. Maybe he could even figure out something worse. Whatever it was, he wanted it to be good. Now all he had to do was find the right girl.



He hailed a cab and had it take him to the best hotel in town. He needed a high-class cunt and he knew that this was the place to find one. Immediately he saw what he wanted. At the end of the lobby reading a magazine at the magazine stand stood a girl with long wavy black hair. Christ, she's tit-heavy, he said to himself. He walked across the plush lobby and stood next to the girl, picking up a magazine to thumb through till he could work up enough courage to speak to her.



"Traveling through?" He smiled at her.



The brunette flipped through a few pages of her magazine. "Well, I guess I'm a visitor to Dhahran, but my father is Sheikh Rashid of Al Haria. My mother is American. I am going to visit my grandparents in America!"



She was a slight-framed girl whose pettiness was emphasized by the ripely swelling mounds of her titties that poked out braless at him beneath her thin white dress. Her nose was dainty and turned up, and her white translucent skin was slightly freckled. She couldn't have been more than seventeen.



"I'm a visitor too. My wife and I came down from Ad Dammam for some business."



Hearing this, she put the magazine back on the rack and stood next to him. She seemed tinier to him now, but that made her lusciously curved figure that much more tantalizing. A fuckable female, if he'd ever seen one, Grant Wells thought to himself -- and perfect for the lewd three-way scene he envisioned between him and her and Claire. That is, if she was a liberated Arab.



"My father wanted me to travel with about twenty female chaperones, but I have studied in the United States and I know how to take care of myself. He has bodyguards for me always, but I am very good at losing them. I am the best of all my brothers and sisters at losing them!"



"You must be. I don't see anyone now," he said.



"I know," she said earnestly. "I lost them hours ago." She paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know I am half American and yet I know little of American men. I have not had the chance."



Probably not, Grant thought, wondering if she might let him introduce her to a taste of what an American man could be like.



"What's your name?" he asked.



"Leila, Leila Salim."



"I'm Grant Wells," he said. "I work for the Esso Company in Ad Dammam."



"Goodness," she said. "You must be a very important man since you are so handsome and strong." She giggled.



He straightened up and put the magazine back on the rack. "Would you like to go for a walk around the plaza?"



"Mmmmmmmmmm." She turned to face him and she slid one hand down from his shoulder to his muscled ass, cupping both his ass-cheeks to draw his cock hard up against her cunt mound. "What's your wife like? Do you think she'd mind me coming to your hotel room to meet her? I need to meet some American women as well."



"I don't know... there's only one way to find out," he said.



"What's that?"



His hand caressed her dimpled chin, then he lowered his head and kissed the young Arab's slightly parted lips. She thrust her tongue back at him, splurging it into the warm receptive cavern of his mouth.



Then he said, "You'll have to meet her."



"That sounds crazy." She smiled.



"We might have a good time."



"What does that mean, Mr. Wells?"



"We might try some things. Like fucking together."



"All three of us?" She laughed.



"Uh-huh."



Her hugely billowing tits pressed against him, and he could feel their hardening nipples through his shirt and the thin cloth of her dress. "Let's go then," she said.



Minutes later, he and Leila Salim were in a taxi heading up the palm-lined highway to the Hotel Oasis. The sexy young Arab girl had agreed to anything Grant wanted to do, as long as no one ever found out what she had done. The thoughts of fucking that had been running through his mind all day made him seethe with libidinous desire. He could almost see Claire's expression when he brought the girl in...



He knocked softly on the hotel room door and, after a moment, Claire opened the door a crack, then, looking numbly astonished, she let Leila and Grant in.



Before his wife could say anything, Grant ordered her to lie down on the bed. "I want you to do exactly as I say," he glowered at his young wife.



Claire had been sleeping and she was still accustoming her eyes to the flare of the overhead light. She looked at the young Arab girl and said innocently, "I'm glad you brought him back here. I was scared to death he'd get into trouble."



Leila, not looking at the young blonde woman, walked past the bed and stood by the window. Grant filled three glasses with Scotch and soda, and handed one tumbler to his wife. "Drink this," he said. "You'll need it."



"Grant..." Claire's voice was still slurred with sleep. "What's going on?" As she gulped her drink anxiously, she glanced at the brunette's profile silhouetted by the city lights flickering in the city behind her.



"You wait and find out," he said in a louder, harsher tone.



"But... I don't understand."



Suddenly Leila turned back toward the room and wrapped an arm around Grant's waist. "Oh, you will, you will. Your husband here has wild tastes."



Grant drew away from the brash Arab girl and scowled down into Claire's face, where she sat on the edge of the bed. "You will do exactly what I say. For now, you'll just lie there and let Leila do what she wants to you."



Leila looked at Claire's eyes, then frowned doubtfully at Grant.



"Look, are you sure this is going to be OK? I mean, I don't want to get into anything that's going to cause a scandal. I mean, my father's a powerful man and he would literally kill me if I got messed up in anything scandalous."



Grant looked annoyed. "I told you it'll be fine. This is a new thing for her, so she's a little upset and scared. Go on, you can be first."



Leila grinned down at Claire, who looked back up with big uncomprehending eyes. Did Grant expect her to go down on a girl like this? That... that was lesbianism. "No!" she cried. "I won't do such a vile thing!"



Grant walked back to the edge of the mattress. "You will do exactly what I say!" he commanded. "I'm quite capable of divorcing you right now, and you'll be left with nothing, not even friends. So you just behave and lie still and do what you are told. No one is going to hurt you." And he bent down to push his wife out full length on the bed. Too astonished to do anything else, Claire lay where he placed her.



Grant straightened, spun on his heel, and sat down in a chair which he moved into a good viewing position. He nodded to Leila, who shrugged and pulled her dress over her head, revealing her sensuously ballooning titties.



Claire watched the strange Arab girl with her eyes still wide and unfocused from sheer shock. There seemed to be two of her. Who was this girl who was undoing her clothes and exposing her young body to both of them?



Leila twitched her hips as she began slowly rolling her blue bikini panties down over her taut belly until her "vee" shaped triangle of ebony pussy curls was visible to Claire's incredulous gaze. Finally she pulled the skimpy panties down her legs and tossed them on the floor, exposing her completely naked young body to the married couple.



"Grant!" Claire blurted out in shock and protest.



This was a new depraved side of her husband she'd never experienced before, and sloe wanted out of the room right now! She bolted her drink for courage and rose from the bed, but a sharp slap of Grant's hand across her face sent her flying back onto the mattress. Then Grant was pouring his sobbing wife another drink and handing her the glass, and she drank greedily to calm her nerves. She polished off another glass, this time filled mostly with straight Scotch. If only she hadn't dressed in her nightgown again -- as it was, she was in no condition to leave the room, even if she could have got past her husband.



"Why?" Claire asked.



"Because it makes me happy. Besides, last night was your turn to have fun and tonight I'm running the show."



Claire couldn't understand all he said, for her attention was constantly shifting between her husband and the young Leila. Now she looked up to see her in the process of kneeling on the bed up between her open thighs. She tried to close her legs, but she couldn't because Leila's shoulders were in the way. In the struggle, Claire's nightie had inched up over her smooth, white belly and her naked pussy was an inverted wispy blonde triangle below the hem. Her hands flew down to cover her helplessly exposed cunt and Leila gave a low chuckle, saying over her shoulder to Grant, "Grant, you didn't tell me she was going to be so uptight."



He smiled. "We had a little falling-out last night. Claire hasn't realized how much of a slut she really is... but I know with your help, Leila, she'll cooperate."



He got up and poured Claire another drink which she downed quickly. Then pulling his intoxicated young wife's nightgown off her shoulders with a single jerk, he sat down in his chair again.



Feeling humiliated and defenseless, Claire closed her eyes and tried to keep from making any sound. She sensed something brutal and animal like in her husband and didn't want to anger him any more than was absolutely necessary. She could feel Leila's soft caressing hands running over her nakedly quivering thighs, touching them in a slow sensuous way, lingering over the tingling insides of her parted legs, then gently trailing up to where the older woman's hands were cupped protectively over her naked pussy.



She heard Leila say in a girlish voice, "It won't do any good, baby. Remember, I'm a girl too, and I know what turns us on."



Gently, she tried to pry Claire's fingers loose with Claire clutching all the harder, pressing her own fingers into the wet, fender flesh of her cringing cunt, inadvertently separating her blonde-fringed pussy lips, one from the other.



Claire's whole body leaped as she felt Leila's expert tongue licking softly along the insides of her trembling thighs, and she tightened her hands over her whole trembling cunt with a sudden, helplessly excited moan. She realized that the girl, who was not even out of her teens, was adept as a courtesan in making other women happy, and she thought of the harem girls she'd read about who satisfied each other with their tongues when they were not chosen to be fucked by their master.



The naked wife could feel her clit swelling like a tiny nub of fire despite her attempts to hold back the blaze.



"Ooooooohhhhh, my God!" she moaned.



Leila's tongue licking, licking on and on, licking now over her hands, trying to force its wet way up between her covering fingers, caused shivers of lust to course up and down her spine. God, she didn't want to get turned on, but so lewd and obscene were the Arab girl's ministrations at her straining thighs that little shocks of pleasure -- like electric static -- crackled through her entire willfully responding body.



Wildly, she looked over at her husband, who leered with shameless delight, his cigarette forgotten in his ashtray as he watched the younger girl licking up and down between his blonde wife's lewdly parting thighs.



Claire could almost feel Leila's eyes boring into the pinkly glistening slit of her cunt peeping erotically from between her protecting fingers. Then she felt her hot cheek resting on the sensitive flesh of her twisting thigh, close enough for her nose and lips to be tickled by the sparse silken pussy hairs curling up between her fingers.



The more the other woman's tongue probed, the harder Claire resisted, realizing with a frustrated moan that the harder she persisted, the more she was exciting herself. Leila's tongue began darting around, searching for an opening, a weakness, as Claire -- in order to prevent her -- kept moving her fingers, inadvertently massaging her own pulsating cunt mound. The desperate defensive movements only served to intensify her wanton arousal, and she realized she couldn't go on struggling against the salacious pleasure much longer.



Her cunt was now becoming slippery with juices and her moans increased as Leila's burrowing head found one corner of her pussy unprotected and slowly forced Claire's fingers to one side a fateful fraction of an inch. Now the skillful Arab girl licked furiously while Claire gritted her teeth and fought with what little moral force she had left not to give in. The utterly delicious sensations rippling through her lusting young body were as foreign to her as this country. Yes, for God's sake, she thought, there was a raging need in her pussy -- and maybe it could be quenched by another woman. Her moans increased and her heart fluttered as though she'd been injected with some strong aphrodisiac.



"Uuhhhhhhhhhh!" she coughed, an involuntary groan of delight escaping from her throat.



"Lie back. Just relax. Let me take care of you!" Leila said.



In a surprise move, Leila darted her head lower so her tongue could find the enticing shadowy crevice of Claire's ass-cheeks and lick crazily while her fingers worked to part and widen the older woman's softly trembling ass-cheeks. Claire gasped and moaned while Leila worked her hands under her desperately churning ass to cup the two spontaneously wriggling half-moons in her hands. The petite, youthfully energetic brunette tilted Claire's hips ever so slightly, and the young blonde shuddered as she felt her tongue flick hotly over the sensitive hole of her puckered little ass.



"Aaaaaaarrrrrggghhhhh," Claire groaned before she could think. "It feels so gooooooodddd!"



Dumbstruck with shame, she moved her, hands to stop Leila, and, before she realized it, the younger girl's mouth and tongue were working eagerly over her suddenly exposed pussy lips!



Claire twisted and writhed helplessly, thrusting her hands down on Leila's perspiration-beaded forehead to push the girl's slavering mouth away. But that movement, which started as one of protest, soon eased into revolving, undulating motions designed to get that tortuously worming tongue farther up between her hotly throbbing cuntlips. She clenched and ground her ass-cheeks up and down, virtually helpless before the searing tongue thrusting deeper un toward her lust-pulsing pussy hole. It was too good, too delicious to resist anymore!



Her mind flew back to last night, when Grant had walked in and seen her being fucked by Hamid at Francine's home. With a fogged vision, she looked across at him and moaned in intoxicated arousal and shame. There, sitting forward in his chair, he was watching again, but this time he'd forced her to do it! Let him see, let him make her do anything and everything.



Oh! She'd never had her susceptible pussy tongue-loved by anyone but Grant before, let alone another girl. Lesbianism! Yes, that's what it was! It was contrary to everything she'd ever been taught or known, but she wanted it. Oh yes, yes! She needed her tongue in her cunt.



The impassioned blonde wife lifted her head forward to see what she could, her eyes suddenly filled with the intoxicating spectacle of Leila's ebony hair streaming like coal over her passionately heaving hips and thighs. She felt the soft magic puffs of cool air grazing her own delectable naked pussy, merging with the maddening wet caresses of Leila's tongue now furrowing up her glistening pussy split from her hot, juicy cunt mouth to her tiny taut, hardened clit.



The aroused young brunette was withdrawing her head from between Claire's helplessly splayed-out thighs, a demented look of lust on her face as she leaped on top of Claire and began to grind her own throbbing pussy into Claire's saliva-coated cunt. Her soft pussy hairs massaged Claire's steadily moistening cunt and excited the young wife still further.



"Split those lovely legs as wide as you can, you're going for a real ride now, baby!" Leila hissed.



Clear-headed for a second, Claire shot her husband an uncertain glance.



Grant nodded and smiled. Jesus, he thought, he'd been so intent on shaming Claire, he'd never realized it'd be this exciting! He could feel his cock pounding like a lead pipe in his pants.



"Go ahead, let her fuck you," he said. "Spread your legs so she can rub her cunt against your pussy!"



His obscenely pinioned wife felt Leila's small, supple-fleshed body bending over her own and could feel the Arab girl's hugely swaying tits and distended nipples grazing tautly against her own titties. The pretty dark-haired girl's mouth lowered down to Claire's sensuously heaving mounds, and she sucked one nipple into a quivering bullet shape. A wild sensation charged through Claire's entire naked form -- it felt to her as though a balloon were inflating inside her own body, a balloon that could be exploded at any moment, depending on the next depraved whim of either her husband or he girl.



"Open your legs, yessssss, open them wide," the girl intoned, lewdly pushing up on her hands over the young wife's loins.



Leila again began to grind her pussy hard down against Claire's cunt as the intoxicated older woman mewled with shameless pleasure and thrust up, rotating her hips as if they were on ball bearings. As the Arab girl and the young wife rubbed their excited pussys together, Claire watched her husband wrestling out of his clothing. He threw his slacks and shirt carelessly on the chair, then she saw him standing at the side of the bed, his thickly pulsing cock swaying out in front of him like an obscene serpent.



Grant, his mind reeling with excitement, dropped on the bed beside the two excitedly humping young females. He crawled up the mattress until his hips were on a level without facing the sides of their heads, then grabbed his painfully jerking cock and began jerking it back and forth in his hand.



"Oh, yessssss, let me hold your cock." Leila grinned as she unpried his fist from around his enlarging cock and took it in one hand.



With the other hand on the back of Claire's head, Leila forced Grant's wife's open mouth toward his hotly pulsating cock. Rut Claire didn't need much forcing her lips opened wider, without urging, then closed over the hot rigidity of her husband's hugely throbbing prick. It was wonderful, just as it had been three weeks ago when she had sucked it for the first time, she thought as her lips nibbled down the thick shaft. At the same time, she could feel Leila's hair-covered cunt mound still grinding back and forth in wild rhythm to her own depraved sucking on her husband's big cock.



The young blonde began bloating and hollowing her cheeks, working to get more of Grant's massively jerking prick inside her mouth. Simultaneously, she could feel the young brunette slipping down her squirming body until she was once again licking Claire's erotically trembling cunt. Claire sucked hard on Grant's impaling cock, holding onto the base of his impatiently jerking prick with one hand while she bent up her knees and split her legs as wide as possible. The soft tremors of awakening passion had built into wild eruptions and she felt her cum rushing on as surely and vividly as the light seeping in the window.



"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she groaned as she sucked her lips around her husband's thrusting prick.



But just before Claire's desire-convulsed body came, Leila stopped tonguing her pussy!



"It's my turn to suck his cock honey." The wanton young Arab lifted her head again and crawled up over Claire's body until her mouth was on a level with Claire's own. Then Claire felt her husband's heavily throbbing cock slip with an obscene, wet sucking sound from between her lips.



"Oh, that's so exciting," she sighed as she watched Leila's mouth, a few inches away from her own, circle over the passion-inflated head of Grant's cock. The younger girl ran her lips lovingly over the lust-knotted head, then parted her mouth farther to take in its entire pulsing length with a lewd, voracious puffing of her cheeks.



Unable to resist, Claire began licking and gently biting the lower shaft of her husband's long hard cock where it protruded from the brunette's mouth. She lay beneath Leila who began again rotating her pussymound against Claire's while sucking on Grant's prick. The lust-corrupted wife felt the lush nakedness of the young girl pressing ripely against her own nakedly quivering body, and the two impassioned cunts writhed hotly against each other like separate parts of one yearning female form, striving to make their impossible union orgasmically complete.



Grant was going out of his mind as he watched the two wanton women. He began to slip his painfully pulsing cock out of one eagerly sucking mouth and then into the next. Back and forth, he went, his hips moving from Leila to Claire now, letting his wife suck on his huge staff and then his newfound mistress. The two girls were getting more and more passionate, and paused to kiss each other greedily on the mouth while Claire held her husband's long, purple-headed cock like a fleshy hammer in her hand, then offered it to the young Arab to suck on.



"Yessssssss, Leila, suck him, put your lips around my husband's cock," she moaned.



With a guttural sound, Grant suddenly broke free of the two female sex-demons and crawled around behind. Claire gasped heavily as his additional weight was being placed over Leila who lay on top of her, forming an obscene sandwich with the brunette in the middle.



It took only an instant for Claire to figure out what her husband was doing. He had fucked his cock up into Leila's pussy from behind and the other girl was moaning insanely while her face pressed against Claire's. The brunette's expression became blissful as she closed her eyes and groaned, "Oh! Oooohhhhhhh! Fuck meeeeeeeee!"



Claire could feel her husband screwing into the Arab girl, from above, could feel his cum-filled balls slapping down hard on her own pussy flesh that was exposed between Leila's parted thighs. With each thrust Grant made into Leila's eagerly milking cunt, the whole bed rocked violently, and Leila's little belly writhed and rippled against Claire's while the smaller girl stabbed her tongue deep into the blonde's passionately accepting throat.



Grant shifted his weight and his wife could hear his cock's juice-slickened length slipping obscenely out of Leila's wetly clinging cunt before she felt it part her own unresisting pussy-mouth. He was in a position to change from one hotly hungering cunt to another at will, and now he screwed into his wife with lust-bared vengeance. The brunette's additional weight between them, jiggling like a buffer of resilient foam rubber, increased the licentious effects of his wild hard fucking. The tight, wet heat of Claire's pussy sucked around her husband's rampaging cock like a voracious vacuum, and the shamelessly excited blonde felt as though she were past cumming now that she was too aroused to ever cum. Fucking had never been so good -- never.



"UUuuummmmmmmmmm," she hummed into young Leila's passion-swollen face, wanting this night to go on forever... and forever...



And it seemed to... they changed positions as though one position were not enough. Now it was Claire on top of Leila, staring down at her pretty sultry face as Grant fucked into his wife's hungrily devouring cunt from behind. And now it was Claire, making lewd hungering sounds as she kneeled over Leila's ebony cunt and lowered her head to lick the puffy little pussy lips while Grant urged her on.



Grant, watching her, wanting her to do something lewd and immoral, was excited! She sunk her face down hard into Leila's cunt and licked and sucked the girl's erect little clit for all she was worth. Behind her kneeling body, Grant grabbed his wife's nakedly quivering ass-cheeks and kneaded the soft globelike mounds avidly. Then, he fucked her again from the kneeling animallike position, plunging his massive cock home until its pulsing head slapped heavily against the cushiony tip of her cervix.



She was out of her mind with lust! The thought of being fucked in such an obscene way and of being so sluttishly responsive was mind-blowing! The very image of her kneeling and licking the young girl's cunt while her own husband screwed his prick deep up into her clasping pussy hole from behind -- forcing her face down between Leila's widespread thighs while the brunette seized her tangled blonde hair with her hands and ground her hips up from beneath -- was enough to drive her to the brink of madness!



"Ooooooooooooo, I'm cummmmmmminnnnnnnngggggg!" she moaned into the feathery softness of Leila's pussy hairs. "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"



Like a crack of sizzling flame, Claire came, wracked and convulsed by a pleasure so sweet and intense her body seemed to turn liquid, to become limp as with a long groan, and she collapsed.



And still, it wasn't over!



Claire moved to the side of the mattress, enjoying her body's tingling and the sight of Grant fucking Leila. She watched him on top of her, with the brunette's slender legs wrapped around his waist as he slammed his pelvis into her tight little belly with all his might while Leila moaned and mewled in wild ecstasy. Claire could see the girl's cum coming by the way she slapped her hands down on Grant's flexing ass-cheeks, then flung out her arms.



Leila's eyes tightened and closed and Claire felt a sympathetic whirlpool of delight racing through her own ravished pussy as she watched her husband's huge pulsing shaft pull out to just below the heart-shaped head, then plunge back up inside the girl's hungrily devouring cunt again. Leila kicked out her legs on either side of Grant's muscular torso, groaned throatily, then fell back onto the bed with a long satiated gasp.



Grant scrambled up from the exhausted brunette and leaped like a wild satyr onto his young wife. His lewdly impaling hardness slipped easily into her cum-drenched cunt and the velvety warmth of her pussy walls once again clasped and sucked around him, urging him to fuck her into the bed without mercy or thought of injury.



"That's it," Leila chanted from beside them. "Yes, fuck her like a crazy man!"



Claire's cunt milked him into a hardness and rigidity the young husband had never felt before, her hips practically spinning in place as he groaned and lurched over her. He held his wife tight around her back, flattening her huge, ecstatically quivering tits against his chest, not even caring if she could breathe.



And then he came!



Like an erupting volcano, he spewed his hot cum streams deep up into her tightening cunt, filling her all the way to her tenderly sucking pussy lips and fountaining more of the endless white jets of cock-juice until it felt as though, he would burst her open!



"Jesus!" He fell off her, his body dropping down heavily between the two young women.



The night became wilder, more abandoned. Half the time, they didn't care what they did, and half the time Claire couldn't tell who was doing what to whom. All she knew was that she was getting fucked and sucked to her heart's content -- fucked enough to make up for the past few years!



CHAPTER SIX



The next morning, Claire woke late. She moved her head slightly but stopped after a moment because it seemed to have triggered a chorus of small aching pains throughout her body. She held her head still and opened her eyes slowly. There were no other sounds in the room, no breathing but her own, and after a few moments she sat up carefully, holding her head, and looked around the room. She was alone. She slid out of bed, noticing that her body was bruised and the insides of her thighs red and chafed. She found her robe, put it on, and stumbled into the bathroom. No Grant there, either. She returned to the bedroom and saw the two liquor bottles and brimming ashtrays, mute evidence of the wild orgy the night before. The shame-seized blonde sank onto the rumpled bed with a groan, her head in her hands. Then she jumped up, acutely aware of the obscene fucking that had happened here on the bed... on the floor!



"Grant?" she called, wandering to the balcony and squinting in the violent white light reflecting off the bay.



His confused young wife remembered he'd said something about needing some more data for his geological survey from the library and figured he must have gone out after only a few hours sleep. She saw by the alarm clock it was noon. What time had they quit fucking last night -- rather, this morning? If she remembered correctly, it had been Grant who had urged the whole thing on, who had brought Leila to the room and insisted on Claire lying on the bed naked. Yet, after the shameless things she'd done, could she ever look her husband in the face again? And what was his relationship with the Arab girl? How had he induced her to behave so lewdly?



She was going to have to think very hard about that question, she thought, but later. Right now, it was more important that she pack up this hotel room and be ready to leave when Grant returned from his business conference. There was no point in staying in Dhahran when they could settle their differences just as easily in Ad Dammam.



Grant was so cheerful on their way home, almost as if nothing had happened the night before. She was amazed at him as, during their first night home, he'd even tried to fuck her, but she'd turned coldly away from him, pretending she was asleep, still miffed about his cruel humiliation of her.



Today, not having anything better to do, she'd gone out with him to a site he was surveying along the coast of the Persian Gulf, and had spent most of the afternoon watching the geological crew take samples from the area for further study.



The hot shimmering air of Arabia felt good on her bruised skin, and the pretty young housewife was in a bright mood. From time to time, her dark-haired husband would break off from his work and engage her in conversation, but she only pretended interest.



Secretly, she was plotting her revenge for what he had done to her. If Grant Wells thought he could get away with what he'd made her do, the night he'd brought Leila to their hotel room, he was out of his mind. Whatever she had done in the past with Lyle Rhodes or Hamid, it had never been as bad as what he had done to her. What had happened at Francine's house, she thought back to that night, had been a mistake. She hadn't meant to put on an exhibition in front of her husband. But next time, the situation would be different, she thought. Next time... there would be no mistakes, and I'll shock the daylights out of my dear husband!



She looked over to where the men were working. All day, she had been admiring two young Arab men who were working at the far side of the survey site.



She didn't hide her suggestive glances as they passed by where she was sitting to collect geological equipment from the jeeps. The curvaceous blonde would smile as they trudged past her, making it obvious she enjoyed looking at their rippling chest muscles and their bronzed skin.



In the late afternoon, Grant drove back to the compound to pick up some new equipment. The older of the two Arab men, seeing Claire's husband was gone, dropped to the ground beside her. She looked around and saw some of the geologists were still working hard, and others were packing up their gear, making ready for the short ride back to the compound.



The young Arab man was drinking a bottle of beer. He offered Claire a sip. "No, thank you," she at first refused, then decided she was thirsty and took a gulp.



"You very pretty," he said.



"Thank you," she said. "I didn't know you could speak English."



"We learn from the work here."



"Oh."



"When your husband come back?"



"I don't know. Why... do you ask?" She felt the color come to her cheeks.



"Nothing," he said.



"What's your name?" She tugged her skirt gently across the full smoothness of her thighs.



"Makumud," he said. "My friend name is Khalid. He think you are very pretty. He said to me, she is nice girl. You no touch American woman with blonde hair like that. Let me show Khalid he is crazy."



Makumud's hand caressed Claire's forearm, making her skin tingle deliciously as he moved his fingers down lightly to her wrist.



"Now Khalid knows differently." She laughed.



The other Arab came over and stood in front of Claire and Makumud. He was taller and more strongly built than Makumud. Both young men couldn't have been more than twenty years old. Their bodies glistened in the afternoon sun, showing off smooth sculpted muscles that had been developed through years of strenuous labor.



"Khalid." Claire smiled at the grinning young man standing in front of them. "Why are you laughing like that?"



"You both funny," he said.



"I tell her she come with us. We show the Hanin things she never seen before."



Khalid laughed. "Makumud, she come with us. We show her everything!"



Moments later Claire, accompanied by the two young Arab workers, was walking the short distance to the beach and a small house. The house must have been there for years, for it was literally falling apart. The two young men had to help Claire, whose skimpy sundress made climbing over the fallen stones difficult. She could feel their hands squeezing her smoothly curved ass-cheeks as they picked their way through the rubble to the inner room.



Finally they reached the inside and from the half-blocked window she could see what seemed like the entire stretch of the Persian Gulf.



"It's really lovely," she said.



Khalid laughed. Claire's eyes shifted uneasily from the magnificent view to the taller boy. His rounded features seemed to be mocking her. But it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Though it didn't really matter, she knew what she was thinking, and it wasn't about the view.



"Hanin," Makumud said. "Let me kiss you. I want to kiss you on your pretty face!"



Claire let him press his lips against her own and she felt a slight tremulousness in her throat as Makumud's tongue snaked into her warm, receptive mouth. For some reason, her thoughts flashed back to the time she'd gone wild and sucked Grant's prick. God! It seemed like she could never get enough cock anymore.



"You kiss real good," Makumud said. "Hey, Khalid, the American kisses! Maybe you do the same for my friend? He is very shy. He don't know how to ask."



"Maybe we ought to go back," she said, suddenly afraid.



"You stay here," Khalid said to Claire as he came up behind his friend. "You let me have fun first."



The taller Arab pushed Makumud aside and seized Claire by her trembling arms. Where Makumud had been gentle, Khalid was forceful, unrelenting. He pulled her to him and pressed his mouth almost painfully against her own.



"God!" she said.



"Makumud, she kisses beautiful!" Khalid exclaimed.



Claire was about to say something, but for some reason she couldn't. She looked at the slightly built boy and felt her eyes almost caressing his skin. The strangest thing was happening to her. It almost seemed as though she could touch the younger boy's smooth, bronzed flesh with her eyes. She tried to pull her glance from Makumud, but she couldn't. "God!" she cried out.



"You see me. Can you see me?" Khalid shook her.



Her eyes ripped from Makumud's lean muscular body and suddenly fixed on Khalid's well-proportioned chest. She could see his pectoral muscles flexing, could make, out the rhythmic pulse of his heart. Khalid kissed her again, drawing her drugged mind away from looking at him to feeling him with her hands.



Suddenly, she felt another hand. It was Makumud's. He was behind her now, touching her neck, running his hands down her arms and tweaking and kneading her hotly quivering tits beneath her blouse and white lacy bra.



"You let me kiss. You go on behind," Makumud said.



Khalid released his grasp, and Makumud, shorter but just as powerfully magnetic to her, slipped into his place. She jerked back, momentarily afraid, but then painfully aware of the insatiable desire for pleasure. The feeling, blazing like a thousand flickering candles in her tight little belly, was accentuated by Khalid's hands that grasped her firmly molded ass-cheeks in both his hands. He kneaded them in rhythm to Makumud's movements -- slipping his hands between her blouse and squeezing her lushly throbbing titties.



"You like this? I squeeze your tits?" Makumud cried out.



"Oooooooh," she quivered and trembled, the helpless prey of the irresistible sensation soaring through her.



From a combination of her own burning lust and theirs, she was delirious with excitement. She could almost see her feverish desire blazing out from inside -- it was so strong and ravenous.



"You get naked and we fuck!" She heard a voice, but she wasn't aware of its origin.



She felt herself being toppled over to the ground, but it seemed as though it were in a dreamy slow motion. She felt something ecstatic blush out inside of her. She was lying on the dusty ground on the floor of some stone house. Makumud had unbuttoned her blouse. Now he was running his fingertips across the front of her sheer white bra and her nipples seared with delight as he squeezed her ecstatically quivering tits, holding them like two succulent melons in both hands.



"Yes... Makumud, squeeze my tits like that!" she exclaimed, suddenly shocked at her own voice. It seemed as though another person had pronounced those words, another mind had hold of her fiery undulating body.



Behind her, she could feel Khalid tugging down her skirt. She felt the side zipper give, then felt the delicious rush of the cotton fabric over her firm full thighs as the hot desert air raced over her belly and eased softly at her pussy lips through her sheer bikini panties.



"Mmmmmmmmm," she groaned.



"You take off the panty," Khalid gasped at her from behind.



She squirmed into Makumud, and then ran her hands down her own body to the waistband of her bikini panties. With a slow teasing smile, she hooked her thumbs in the thin elastic waistband and rolled the flimsy material inch by inch down over her full-fleshed thighs and long tapering legs to the ground.



She looked down and noticed that Makumud's crotch was getting hard. His thickly jerking prick was already straining tightly against his jeans and pressing against her soft little pussy mound. The lewdness seemed to increase. Everything around her seemed crystal clear, the failing sunlight freckling on Makumud's tan-darkened shoulders and the droplets of perspiration glistening on his full upper lip. She felt so strange -- almost as though she were lust incarnate. She was extremely detached, yet at the same time wildly sensuous. She felt more wicked than she had ever felt in her life.



Feeling the excited jerk of their dicks through their pants from in front and behind, she reached down and squeezed Makumud's hotly pulsing prick, then jerked on Khalid's lust-swollen cock through his jeans.



If only that bastard husband of hers could see her now! That would make up for yesterday!



Claire could hardly believe her own audacity as her hands seemed to move by themselves to unzip the two Arab men's flies. Then the two heavily throbbing shafts lurched nakedly out and her hands curled automatically around each one, embracing a stiffly pulsating cock in either palm. At the same time, Khalid's hands moved upward from behind to cup her ripely swelling young tits. His hands dipped into the cream-white cleavage and began massaging slowly over the enticingly trembling mounds while Makumud in front pulled her legs wide apart and splayed one hand over her nakedly moistening pussy. She worked the two ever-hardening cocks gently between clasped fingers for several minutes, sliding them up and over the huge lust -- swollen heads until droplets of their obscene juices oozed out of the tiny slits in the centers. She'd found her paradise -- a heavily pulsating cock in each hand!



Leaving her for barely a minute, both boys pulled off their jeans. She stared languorously up at their muscled profiles standing at the low window overlooking the Persian Gulf. The sun set behind them, a large red egg yolk dropping into the sea. Suddenly they jumped down on the ground once more.



"Ooooooh," she moaned as their hands reached for her, pulling her greedily next to their naked bodies.



Claire whimpered in lewd delight. "Yes, touch meeee, touch me." Her lust-induced moan echoed back at her as hands coursed excitedly over her nakedly hungering young loins.



The voluptuous blonde girl now lay on the earth between them, her arms loose at her sides, trembling from the wicked sensations running through her unprotected body. As he leaned over her, Khalid's thickly pulsating cock rubbed warmly against the outside of her thigh, trailing soft wet drops of his hot juices in his excitement. It increased her delicious feeling of utter wantonness incredibly!



"I kiss you again." Khalid's mouth clamped hard on her lips, his tongue filling her open mouth and Claire began swaying with the hard pressure of the young Arab and Makumud, both rocking insistently against her.



Claire gave each of their hotly throbbing cocks an extra tight little squeeze as her eyes raced over their young virile flesh -- one male so rugged and mature, and the other lean and boyish.



The naked young wife swallowed hard as the Arabs' hands continued to roam with greater urgency over her softly quivering curves, their eyes and bodies straining closer and closer to her tender nakedness with each passing second. Her hands moved rapidly now over the two jerking cock shafts sliding in and out of her tight clasping fingers.



Claire felt the rising tide of implacable passion beginning deep in her spasmodically quivering belly. Oh God... fucking was so wonderful, so mind-blastingly wonderful! The very defenselessness of her position and the impending ravishment of young body brought tiny strange devils of fire dancing through her lust-inflamed nerves. Just thinking about what the two Arabs were going to do to her made hot wisps of desire pulse through her tingling pussy and rivulets of hot cunt-juices come gushing rapidly down between her legs.



Khalid began working at her slippery pussy, slowly and expertly insinuating his fingers between the blondely furred lips to widen and moisten her tight little hole for the greater entry to come.



"Ugggghh," Claire moaned, trembling at the lewd spasms his plunging fingers sent coursing through her cunt walls.



Makumud, on her other side, dropped his head to one tiny erect nipple and began nibbling at it with hungry urgency. Suddenly he grunted, and pushed Khalid aside, surprising them both with his aggressiveness.



The older Arab placed his hands on the softly flaring curves of her hips and began slithering down over her prostrate body. Now, his face was right in line with her pussy mound. Makumud wanted to suck and lick the beautiful blonde's enticing cunt. Claire, sensing what her Arab lover wanted, quickly obliged by parting her legs as far as she could and rotating her hips invitingly.



It took the young man only a moment to work his hotly aroused body down, and position his mouth over the older woman's blonde-fringed pussy lips. With a quick movement of his thumbs he pulled the soft, hair-lined lips back to expose the pinkly glistening flesh of her pussy furrow and the tiny erect clit at the top.



"Oh, yes, Makumud, you're going to suck and kiss my pussy, aren't you?" she intoned.



While Claire continued to caress his friend's cock, the self-assured Makumud wormed his tongue slowly up into the slippery wetness of her cunt -- both of them were enjoying the steady licking movement of his tongue pressing wetly down from her clit into the pulsating smoothness of her thumb-spread pussy hole. Finally, his tongue crushed completely through the tight elastic-like ring like a plumed serpent and plunged deep up into her moist, warm hole.



"Lick it, Makumud." She heard Khalid shout from beside her. She could feel the hotness of Makumud's tongue slithering up inside her tight belly walls and filling her loins completely with a sense of total lewdness. Never before had the young house wife experienced such a feeling in spite of all her recent adulterous wanderings -- in spite of the fact that Leila had done the same thing to her a few days before, and her own husband before that. But with a strange man doing it, it was incredibly different. She reveled in the perversely wanton feeling as Makumud drew back to nibble teasingly at her clit, and then more forcefully plunged his tongue again up into the steaming passage of her cunt.



The wild feeling of slippery wetness running up between her parted thighs and the gusts of hot breath from Khalid's panting and watching them filled Claire's senses with constant throbbing reminders of the depraved attack she was allowing the two men to subject her to.



She lay on her back, her eyes staring blissfully into the wild, golden-red streaked sunset. One hand stroked harder and harder at Khalid's huge cock while Makumud's tongue licked maddeningly over her throbbing pussy. A mounting feeling of almost animallike sensuousness thrilled through her naked body. It was ecstatic! Heavenly! If only it could go on forever!



"Roll her over. I wanna roll the American over." Khalid's voice came hoarsely from beside her where he continued staring down at the Arab's mouth working obscenely up and down over her flowering cunt.



There was a moment of silence before Makumud, satisfied with the lewd situation, lifted his head. He grunted in a dazed voice. "A minute... then you fuck her."



"No, I want to fuck her in the ass!"



"What? Khalid? You crazy?"



"No, Makumud, I got to do it," Khalid groaned.



"Khalid... you are wild," his Arab friend drawled, reluctant to remove his mouth from Claire's hotly nibbling cunt. "Uh, okay, I fuck her up front. You take her nice round ass... behind."



Taking little note of what the boys were saying, Claire moaned unintelligibly. She was in a dazed state of disappointment as she felt Makumud's mouth pulling away from her lust-crazed pussy mound. The early evening air struck the wetness between her widely parted legs, and she gave an involuntary shudder. She had been so close, so ready to cum!



Then the meaning of what the two Arabs had said struck through her dazed consciousness with full force. It couldn't be true! She had looked forward to pleasing both boys with every trick she'd learned these past few weeks, but this wasn't right! It was inhuman to have a big cock ramming into her asshole at the same time as another prick was fucking into her cunt!



She clenched her legs and ass tightly together below her in frightened reaction to the horrible thought.



Through her daze, the trembling geologist's wife felt their hands turn her over and pull her up on her hands and knees. Then, Khalid's strong fingers sank into the softly curved flesh of her ass and drew apart the milk-white cheeks. She tried to keep them clenched together, but wasn't able to as he applied the full force of his brutelike strength. Her legs fell open and she shivered as another rush of cool air coursed over her nakedly exposed nether crevice.



Claire could hear the Arabs suck in their breath. She realized the tiny puckered ring of her asshole was exposed to full view, and she flexed tightly at the inner sinews of her ass in a desperate effort to protect the vulnerable spot and prevent the cruel ass-fucking she knew was coming. Her whole body stiffened in fear as Khalid's outstretched middle finger probed gently at the rubbery little circle. Then he plunged roughly forward, sinking his finger as far in as the first knuckle.



"Aggggh!" she groaned as a sharp searing pain shot through her. "No, please, no! Stop!"



But the aroused young man didn't stop there; without giving her a moment to adjust to the strange unnatural presence in her asshole he shoved his finer deeper steadily until it was in as far as the second knuckle. The obscenely skewered blonde closed her eyes to ward off pain. His fingernail caught briefly in the soft flesh lining the tightly resisting passage, sending a momentary harsher biting pain coursing through her. She groaned and slithered on her elbows on the ground, making another useless effort to escape.



"Oh no! Please don't! You're hurting meeeee!" She choked hoarsely, wishing the younger boy would help her. "Makumud... please?"



But there was no response from the other Arab. She could feel his pulsing cock rubbing lasciviously against her naked thigh as he watched his friend preparing her asshole for a violent fuck. Tears of shame and humiliation began to stream down her cheeks as she realized fully that Khalid hadn't been talking idly.



The two young men planned to fuck her together. They had aroused her, and now they were going to screw her mercilessly, both at the same time. The boys were so intensely involved in that effort that her protests of pain and unwillingness meant nothing to them.



Finally beaten, the sobbing blonde let her ass go limp to be used as Khalid wished, mentally steeling herself to endure the pain.



"She got a nice ass, Makumud." Khalid coughed from behind, digging his fingers cruelly into her virginal asshole, widening and expanding it without mercy. The boy shoved a second finger in alongside the first and then both were embedded up in the tight narrow passage between her ass-cheeks, causing her to jerk forward spontaneously.



Suddenly Khalid pulled the fingers out of her nether tunnel and Claire sighed with momentary relief, allowing her tormentor to force her legs apart with his knees. She flushed deeply as she imagined the leering expressions on their cruel, sharp, Arab features while they peered at the naked little anus that Khalid would violate brutally in the next few minutes. She jerked down onto her belly at the strange feeling when he leaned forward to drop spittle from his lips to moisten and lubricate his entry.



"Up! Get back up on your knees," Khalid commanded, totally confident of his obscene power over her.



The trembling young wife complied without hesitation. Moaning, she jerked her hips back up to a salacious kneeling position, the full white mounds of her ass-cheeks swaying obscenely behind her. Her ass was thrust high in the air, waving in apparent open invitation while her tightly clenched anus puckered in alternating fear and helplessness.



As Khalid knelt behind her, he placed his hands on her fearfully quivering ass-cheeks and once again drew them firmly apart. The full, blood-hardened length of his cock slid searchingly up and down the warm nether crevice, teasing her obscenely as it grew and expanded to even greater size from the lewd contact. He levered himself up on his arms and pressed forward slightly with his hips for a moment, directing his hugely throbbing cock straight at the tightly clenched circle of her asshole.



"Ahhhhhhh," Claire gasped from the first hard pressure between her wide-held buttocks. "Oooohhhh. Nooooooo!"



It was so huge. She could never take that massive prick up in her ass without it ripping her belly in half! But before the fearfully trembling young woman could jerk away, Khalid's hands dug into her shoulders, pressing them down hard and flat against the dusty ground. She could feel his muscularly rippling thighs pressing closer as the lewd probing of his heatedly searching cock at her puckered asshole increased.



"Aaaaahhh!" A deep soul-shattering moan escaped from her contorted lips at the searing pain that shot through her loins as her resisting tight asshole gave way before the unyielding pressure of his cock. "Ugggggghhh," she groaned as the throbbing blood-filled head popped up inside.



It was too big... it was just too much!



The cruel unnatural invasion brought great waves of pain vibrating through every fiber of her helplessly kneeling body, and she groaned in anguish as he thrust mercilessly onward, filling her virginal rectum with his massive cock.



Time became meaningless. The dazed young American focused randomly on little dust motes floating before her eyes, trying to ward off the pain by distracting her attention. But it was hopeless. She seemed to be caught in an eternity of excruciating agony and her eyes widened as his pressuring cock increased the torture till she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily against her lewdly impaled ass. The giant rod of flesh buried to the hilt in her aching asshole.



Makumud was muttering obscenities in Arabic from behind the lewdly engaged couple. "Khalid, turn her over. Turn the American over!" he shouted in a thin sadistic voice.



Claire groaned as Khalid's ass-splitting cock nudged far up inside her painfully stretched anal passage, skewering her like a sacrificial lamb on a spit. Then his hands moved under her heaving belly, and he pulled her up and over him as he rolled onto his back on the ground. The helpless young blonde came to rest with her legs splayed out limply on the outside of his thighs, lying full length on her back, pressed tight against his stomach and massive chest.



At once, Makumud fell eagerly onto her helpless body, positioning himself between her wide-stretched legs and shoving them even farther apart. In the next second, he had his impatiently jerking prick in his hand. "I fuck her now. I put it in her pussy," he said. He guided the obscenely bulbous head directly into the clasping opening of her wetly waiting cunt.



"Noooooo," Claire groaned. "You're hurting me! Ooooohhhh pleasssssssee!"



But her protests ended in a surprised gurgle as the excited young Arab youth rammed toward her with one mighty thrust that buried his lust-swollen cock deep up inside her belly, joining Khalid's cock sunk to the hilt in her asshole. Lying there, thoroughly impaled by the two lust-driven men, the dazed young wife could feel the two massive shafts throbbing sympathetically almost side by side, with only a thin membrane of skin separating them. And then they began fucking her, thrusting up with long hard lunges that threatened to tear her loins apart.



Falling into a natural rhythm, they buffeted her body between them as though she were a rag doll as the defenseless geologist's wife groaned in pain. She tried to tear herself from between them, but her muffled moans and whimpers merely incited them to smack their bodies against her with greater and greater force.



Claire could feel tiny ridges of her tender pussy flesh pulling out with the base of Makumud's deeply fucking cock as it withdrew for another lunge up inside. The same was true of Khalid's deeply fucking cock thrusting warmly in and out of her sodomized asshole.



"God! God, help me!" Her voice seemed to echo back at her from the surrounding walls.



She discovered it didn't hurt when she didn't try to fight the pain, which was now slowly decreasing. And then, as she became certain there would be no pain, she actually began to enjoy being fucked in the ass and the pussy at once! It was a strangely masochistic joy brought on by the very helplessness of her position and the thought of being used and abused by two total strangers at once!



Moving her hips slightly and finding that the motion didn't hurt, the obscenely skewered blonde began undulating her ass-cheeks slowly at first and then with greater force as she gained confidence, causing a lewd thrill to course through her entire body. She began to move backwards to meet the rigid up-thrust of Khalid's thick cock plunging into her wide-split asshole, and then rotated forward again to receive the full length of young Makumud's lust-heated prick ramming into her hungrily devouring pussy, as her hips and ass moved in slow seductive circles between the two men's sandwiching loins.



"Ooooooh!" she moaned as her naked young body began to twist and writhe in voluptuous abandon.



"Whaaaa..." a new voice full of anger and sheer shock grunted, but none of the lewdly entwined trio heard it.



Grant Wells, standing now at the window looking into the collapsed house, gripped the rock ledge to keep his balance.



He had walked over to the building only minutes ago trying to find his wife. All the other geologists and workers had left but he had asked Claire to wait for him, so he knew she was still there. Then he'd heard the voices coming from the stone house on the beach and he'd seen a man's naked profile through the window of the main room, then he had heard laughter.



Now, at the window, Wells stared incredulously at the depraved scene being enacted on the dusty ground before him. Unable to believe what his eyes were telling him, he blinked, then stared again. Claire, his wife, was being fucked, not by one, but by two young Arab men at the same time! Goddamn ass-fucked! The outrageous bastards! He'd hang them both by the balls! He'd show them what happened when they messed with Grant Wells' wife! He'd tear the two of them at once into hamburger and have them sold for dog meat down at the open market! And his wife! The lousy two-timing bitch! They stoned women for adultery in Arabia!



He peered across the room, his body shaking as he took in the soul-shattering sight. Forgotten was the night he'd forced Claire to make love to Leila, the young Arab girl. All he could think of now was that his wife was groaning with passion as the two Arab boys fucked relentlessly up into her from her ass and her cunt.



It was she who ground her heels into the slighter man's ass, pulling his loins up tight to her pelvis and screwing herself up hard on his thickly thrusting cock by squirming her ass around. Her hands sank behind her body and wedged between Khalid's ass-cheeks and the ground, straining and pushing to increase the force of his already violent fucks up into her asshole. Christ... fucking bloody Arabs, was the first thing that came to his mind.



And suddenly, a strange mounting desire shot like quicksilver through his loins at the sight of his naked wife sandwiched between the two dark-skinned Arabs. He'd gone through so many changes recently that he was no longer the patient scholarly man of two weeks ago. Fuck! There was nothing he wanted to do more than ram his aching prick up between his young wife's traitorous lips and punish her as she was torturing him by her self-debasing submission to the two strange men.



Great swirls of lust-created heat pulsed through his cock's turgid hardness until he could contain himself no longer. "Damn, damn!" he shouted as he approached them.



Claire heard his voice and then sensed a movement above her. Peering over Makumud's perspiration-slickened shoulder, she saw her husband's angry form coming at them. In her lust-drugged condition, she thought she must be imagining things. But it was Grant! She saw the lewd, aroused look in his eyes and knew that it was going to be all right. His body tensed as he tore off his clothing and tried to get at her. If wasn't hard to see that he too wanted to be a part of her debasing subjugation!



"Over here, darling. Come put your cock in my mouth," she crooned, wresting the upper part of her body slightly out from between the two hard-fucking men and putting her cheek on the ground. The two Arabs, desperately relieved at her husband's impulsively aroused reaction, accommodated her.



Grant slipped down into the dirt and lay aslant her so that his loins hovered menacingly beside her face. He reached toward her immediately and, clamping his hands harshly onto the sides of her head, he twisted his fingers into her long disheveled blonde hair. She sensed his excitement -- a combination of murderous rage and overwhelming lust -- and it made her squirm her hips that much harder between the other two men.



Oh God, this is it, she thought. All the desires that she had ever repressed were now going to be simultaneously fulfilled as she was plundered by the three lusty men in her every hole!



But her thoughts were cut off with the heels of his hands digging into her cheeks. He pulled her face downward until her lips brushed over the huge, throbbing head of his cock standing out in full, blood-hardened erection between his legs. It felt smooth and hot and was slippery from the excited secretions of his loins.



"Yesssss, let me suck your cock... you'll like me doing it while the other men fuck me, won't you, darling?" she mewled wantonly.



His hands pressed against her cheeks, pulling her lips apart, and the long thick cock sank inward.



"Mmmmmmmm," she mumbled. Oh God, he was going to cum in her mouth, spewing all his boiling juices into her with hard shooting bursts so that she would have to swallow to keep from choking.



More aroused now than ever, she immediately began working her lips in a tight gripping circle just under his lust-swollen cock head that steadily shuddered its way deep up inside as it plunged greedily toward her throat. It tasted deliciously tangy and pungent and she recalled somewhere in the wavering distance of the past -- was it three days ago? three weeks ago? -- when she had done it to him before, but this time it was different! She could tell from its throbbing pulsations that he was about to shoot out his hotly scalding cock-juices into her wildly sucking mouth at any moment.



The two Arab men below her, excited by her husband's unanticipated participation, began to increase the force of their own mighty thrusts up into her tightly clasping pussy and asshole. They lunged into her with deep, desperate strokes, their eyes focused on the third erect prick stretching her pink lips lewdly to their limit.



To their lust-glazed eyes, the thickly pummeling cock seemed to disappear into a strange lengthened fusion with Claire's face as her angrily aroused husband sank far into the back of her wetly sucking mouth until the coarse dark hair of his loins brushed the tip of her nose. His cum-filled balls danced beneath, slapping lewdly against his wife's chin in unison with his hard upward thrusts.



Then, suddenly, as they watched through impassioned eyes, Grant Wells jerked his cock from his wife's sucking lips and held his prick about two inches away as, with an agonized groan, he began spewing his hot, thick cum into her greedily opened mouth in an obscene geyser spray.



"Shit," he gasped as the jetting spurt streamed from his ballooning cock head like water from a fireman's hose, filling her mouth to the brim.



His young wife swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the lust-inciting juices as her mouth bobbed up and down to keep up with the hotly jerking prick jettisoning its life-satisfying juices into her face. Her husband's cock continued to squirt out its last remaining spurts of cum, and her mouth overflowed, thin trails of the pearl-colored liquid running out from the corners of her lips and over the rapidly working muscles of her throat that continued swallowing and gulping down the seemingly unending reservoir.



"Aaaaaagh! Aaaaaaaagh, fuck... FUCK ME, YOU BASTARDS!" Claire coughed and groaned at the mental picture of her handsome young husband obscenely shooting his cock-juice into her mouth while the others fucked deep into her ass and cunt.



She was cumming now too, and wildly writhed out her release as she continued her uncontrollable gyrations on the two expanding cocks fucking into her.



"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrggghhh!" She was going out of her mind now! The thought of her husband spewing his angry cum-juice all over her helpless face while the two Arab men fucked her cunt and asshole was too much!



Her husband's tanned, muscular body glinted with perspiration, as though anointed with magic sensuous oil -- the early twilight glimmered across the Persian Gulf, waving surrealistically in front of her lust-filled eyes. Everything was more alive, more vibrant with excitement than it had ever been in her life -- she couldn't define her ecstasy as the two Arabs pumped their hotly throbbing shafts in and out of her contorting belly... she had to cum now! She couldn't hold back any longer!



Khalid and Makumud felt her two cock-stuffed holes flowering open around their aching pricks and gushes of wet, hot liquid flooding around and down their furiously pistoning cocks.



"Khalid, fuck her hard," Makumud hissed from in front.



They screwed faster, digging deep, deep up inside her, feeling the ecstatically aroused young wife jerk between them several times, the muscles of her frantically heaving pelvis working and sucking hungrily at the two cocks fucking deep inside as though trying to milk them dry.



Claire's breath was coming in short desperate gasps as she felt them plunge deep inside again as the searing jets of their hot, scalding juices shot from the tips of their lust-crazed cocks into her heatedly quivering belly. The orgasmic juices mingled deep down inside her in a hot, wet pool of abandoned passion that Claire had never known could exist.



The muscles of her drained and exhausted body gave way abruptly, and her limbs fell obscenely out to her sides on the cum and sweat-dappled ground beneath them. The satiated blonde lay still, her naked back flat on Khalid's chest, Makumud's young body splayed over her own.



Her heart pounded as though it would burst. For several moments, she panted deeply to get her breath, sinking into a half-conscious state of joy and contentment she had never known before.



Sometime later, she was vaguely aware of movement beside her and she lightly felt a soft, tender kiss on the cheek and then the rush of air as someone left the tiny inner room of the house.



CHAPTER SEVEN



Claire awoke some hours later. The night had come, and she could see the stars shining coldly against the blackness of the sky through the little window. She shook her head groggily as though to clear it and then rose shakily to her feet. Claire knew someone had left the little room hours ago, and she looked around fearfully for a moment, afraid that it might have been Grant who had walked out on her. As her eyes scanned the shadows, she went almost weak with relief as she realized that it was the two Arab boys who had left her, and her husband was sleeping peacefully in the same spot where he had collapsed in exhaustion after he had emptied his hot, luscious juices into her willing mouth.



Claire walked slowly over to where Grant was sleeping, careful not to make a sound that would disturb him. He looked so handsome lying there in his sleep -- so innocent and carefree -- just as he had been when they had first married in what now seemed like so many years ago. She felt the tears well up in her eyes as she remembered how much in love they had been then. Even now she could feel how strong her love was for this man, and she knew that no matter what he would ever do to her she would always feel this way. If only she knew what he was feeling for her.



They both had changed so much in the past few weeks that maybe they would not be compatible anymore. Maybe Grant even hated her!



Claire turned away from him, the tears running down her face at such an unbearable thought. She searched for her clothes and put them on as quickly as she could for the air in the room had suddenly become oppressive. And she needed to get out of there. She nearly ran out of the house and out into the open air. The distraught young wife walked across the beach to the shore. A hot wind blowing from the Gulf tousled and tossed her long wavy hair and seemed to ease some of the seething thoughts in her mind.



Claire Wells sat down on the cool sand and stared out across the black moving waters of the Persian Gulf. She never heard his footsteps as he came up beside her, she just knew that he was there, and he was speaking to her.



"Claire!" She heard her husband's voice behind her. She turned and saw his thin muscular body walking barefoot across the sand toward her.



"Grant," she said.



Grant, clad only in his shorts, came up to her and dropped to the sand. He looked at her inquisitively and smiled. She smiled back, feeling utterly calm all of a sudden.



Then he said something in a low tone, which she didn't hear, but pretended that she did. He looked so handsome there in the moonlight -- he could almost have been one of the magical princes out of the Arabian Nights.



He smiled and Claire smiled back, wondering what was going on in his mind. Suddenly, he dropped from his sitting position with a kind of animal poise and lay outstretched on his side in front of her. From the look of his strong calloused hands and the bulging muscles of his biceps, she was reminded of how great a lover he could be when he wanted. His lean body rippled with sinewy muscles that he could use to her greatest pleasures when he screwed her.



Claire told herself she should say something. But she couldn't seem to get anything out, and anyway, what happened next would be up to Grant. She had no right to ask her husband for anything anymore. If he wanted her back he would have to be the one to make the first move.



Claire's husband grabbed a handful of sand and sifted it from one hand to the other. "Claire." He let the sand run through his fingers like the sand in an hourglass. "We have to talk."



"I know," she said.



His coal-dark hair was a perfect accent to the deep permanent tan of his broad shoulders, and each time he lifted another handful of sand she could see the ripples of his hard chest muscles, and as she looked at him lying in front of her in his shorts, her belly and cunt flamed with uncontrollable passion. She could see his cock was hard by the way the cloth at his crotch bulged out toward her.



"Do we have to talk?" she asked suddenly.



Grant made a low hissing sound, and for some unknown reason she felt her insides turn to jelly as she saw the answer to her question in his eyes.



Grant laughed, flashing gleaming, perfectly straight teeth, then reached behind and tossed some sand gently at her. She brushed the sand from her blouse, unconsciously blushing, and said, "Are you sure you want an over-sexed wife around?"



"Positively." He laughed, and moved over next to her so close she could feel his chest muscles as he breathed against her back.



"I'm sorry for what I've done," she said.



"I know," he said, touching her arm. "So am I. Let's call it even and forget it."



"I love you so," she said, feeling another hot flame of lust curling up through her belly.



She felt her husband's lips, moist and sensuous, kissing her arm, nibbling at the sensitive goosebumps there, and she sighed, tentatively trying to pull away from him for a moment.



"And I love you," he said.



He was kissing her neck now, licking his tongue along the satin skin until he was caressing below her ear, blowing hotly against her sensitive lobe. He pivoted himself toward her so that their lips met and his tongue wormed wetly into her mouth.



"Lord," she said as she broke away.



He laughed and kissed her again. It felt like thousands of little sparklers were igniting in her loins. In the pit of her belly the white-hot heat merged with a weak feeling she'd experienced only moments before. She felt him shift his weight, and then looked down to see he was squirming out of his shorts. In the pale moonlight she made out the length of his wonderfully huge prick. It was as beautiful as she remembered, with a few black pubic hairs anointing its base.



Grant touched her hand and guided it to his erect cock. She tightened her hand into a fist, but as soon as she felt his hotly pulsating cock touch the ridges of her fingers, she unclasped her hand and instinctively wrapped her fingers around it. She began jerking his fully erect cock in one hand, and closed her eyes to listen to Grant's breathing.



Suddenly, she felt his hands on the front of her blouse, unbuttoning the tiny buttons, then unclasping her lacy bra.



Grant made grunting sounds as he kneaded and sucked the smooth white billowing mound of her naked tit. She turned toward him, her half-dressed, quivering body laid out beside him in the soft sand, and continued stroking his eagerly throbbing cock, sliding the smooth flesh up and down in a slow tantalizing rhythm that caused him to move his pelvis urgently back and forth.



Claire glanced up the beach to see if anyone could see them, but the darkness had shrouded the drifts of sand even a few yards ahead. At the same time, moonlight radiated around them, making her pale body look luminous, and Grant's appear smoky dark.



The young blonde wife rose to her knees and hovered over her aroused husband on all fours, her head a scant few inches from the warm, lust-inflated head of his cock. She held it lightly between both hands, stroking it along the fiat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused Grant's hard-clenched ass-cheeks to undulate in time to her maddening rhythm.



"Oooohhh, Claire, yesssss!" the young husband intoned to the sensuous figure of his wife kneeling provocatively over him.



Then Claire's head dropped slowly toward the slender rigidity of his cock and suddenly her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the slight moistness of the small opening on the head.



"Ooooohh yessss!" He sucked in his breath from the excruciatingly pleasurable contact.



His lean stomach tensed and rippled and Claire could see the sinews of his pelvis tightening spasmodically. She wondered why she had never taken things into her own hands and forcefully seduced him before. She might have saved both of them from a lot of sexual problems.



The young blonde sensed that Grant was watching as she clasped her ovaled mouth wetly around in a soft, warm pressure that caused the heavily throbbing tip to become increasingly turgid and hot. Her lips tightened like a pink elastic band just below the pulsating cock head, trapping his lust-thickened shaft inside the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.



"Oooooh," he groaned, lifting his head from the sand to more easily stare down at Claire's passion-contorted face.



She could tell the sight of his cock sunk halfway up between her greedily sucking lies increased the sensation a thousand-fold for Grant, and she made all her movements deliberately provocative, touching her own titties for a moment, then caressing his rapidly heaving chest.



The young husband's prick glistened from her saliva as it began to move in a steady rhythm in and out between the soft fullness of Claire's obscenely encompassing lips. She massaged the velvety resilient skin of his balls with one hand, then moved the other down from his chest and stroked his cock's base between thumb and finger as she began to suck in earnest up and down on his saliva-coated prick.



"Oh, Claire, Claire -- Claire!" the young geologist moaned at the softness of her tongue twirling with an obscene moist pressure around his thickly pulsing cock at the apex of withdrawal, the tongue tip dancing incitingly across the tiny opening at the end.



He flexed his ass in the sand, his head still raised, his dark hair falling loosely across his forehead. His dark smoldering eyes hazed over as he watched the top of Claire's blonde head bobbing salaciously up and down below. The exciting vision of her mouth encasing his wildly hammering prick was almost painful in its lewdness.



Claire delighted in the throbbing reaction in her husband's loins and began to suck a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hotly jerking shaft, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood along beneath the skin's surface. She shifted her position without disengaging her mouth from his huge blood-engorged cock, kneeling on all fours between his obscenely opened legs.



Reaching under his tightly flexed ass-cheeks, she cupped his rock-hard ass in her palms, pulling his jerking pelvis up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped around the warm bulbous head furiously until Grant made a grinding noise with his teeth -- she knew he was near the bursting point as she took almost all his massive shaft up in her throat.



Continuing the maddening sucking on and on, Claire paused at long intervals to take a gasping mouthful of breath before starting all over again, working over his body in mindless lust. Tiny rivulets of sweat were rolling from her naked titties as she bucked wildly over Grant lying there on the deserted beach, deliberately trying to make him spurt his white cum down her gluttonously sucking throat.



"Ooooooohhh Loooorrrddd!" he groaned at last into the star-filled night.



The muscles on his stomach tightened until Claire thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the soft sand, pushing even farther up between the continued her gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the steaming juice from her depleted young husband.



They lay there quietly, each enjoying the delicious aftermath of sexual satisfaction for several minutes.



"You are wonderful!" he said.



"And so are you!" she said, lying stretched out on the sand next to him, so both of them could lie side by side in the white gleaming sand.



CHAPTER EIGHT



"Won't the Wells' be upset that you are entering their house with them not at home?" Hamid asked the wanton brunette as she pulled a key out of her purse and inserted it into the Wells' front door.



"Claire gave me the key herself for just such a moment as this." Francine smiled and turned the key in the lock. The door opened and she walked in, Hamid following behind her.



"You know, I think that Claire's been having some trouble with her marriage lately. I mean that's obvious by the way she let you fuck her. Hell, that's not Claire's style, letting a stranger screw her pussy." She looked at Hamid a moment in reflective silence. "You know she never let anyone fuck her but her husband until several weeks ago."



"Then there must be some problem with her husband, though I must say that I could find nothing wrong with her. She fucks like a dream. But I do not wish to reflect on her, I want to know more about you. The Wells' will not be home for hours."



He didn't wait for any objection from her, but instead he moved up beside her, taking her in his arms and kissing her. She moaned a weak resistance into his mouth, but then she pressed her body tightly against his. She stood up on her toes to push her thigh into his groin, moving her upper legs with seductive abandon, and he moaned, dipping his tongue into her mouth, sucking greedily at the wetness of her sweet -- tasting tongue. His fingers fumbled with the tie of her halter, eager to get it off so that he could massage her sensuously billowing titties.



"I'm gonna fuck you crazy," he whispered in her ear. "You like to be fucked, don't you, you little tramp..."



Francine giggled, loving the way the handsome Arab called her tramp and whore. Words like that, lewd and wicked, turned her on more than anything else.



"Take your clothes off," she purred, her hands reaching down for the bulge in his pants. "Take them off so I can see what you're gonna fuck me with."



Francine was so excited that she was going to be fucked right here in her best friend's house, and that friend might come in any second, that she stooped to the floor to help her Arab lover pull his pants down over his hips, down over his knees, and finally discard them altogether.



"Come on, Hamid," Francine squealed. "Let me see you fuck!"



The drive home from the geological site was a silent one. Claire sat snuggled close to her husband, hugging his free hand firmly in her own. Her life had been straightened out this evening, and she and Grant had settled their differences once and for all. She felt elated, as though nothing in the world could go wrong. The heat of their fucking on the beach had extinguished some of the aching hunger down between her legs, but not all of it. She knew that it was going to be there for a long time, but now at least, Grant would be there to help satisfy it.



She glanced over at Grant, his face pale in the light of the oncoming headlights.



"I forgot to tell you," Claire said, breaking the silence. "I was talking to Francine and she said she might drop by tonight with a friend."



Grant nodded and turned into the driveway of their house. He courteously opened the door for Claire and they walked arm in arm into the house. One step inside and he headed for the bar, she for the bedroom.



Claire slipped into a nightgown while her husband made them drinks and then she applied fresh make-up and combed her hair. As a last-minute preparation, her slender form reached for the latch on the window and opened it, despite the air-conditioning gently wafting from the vent below the window. Sounds...? Coming from where?



"Aahhhhh, fuck it, suck it, ahhhh!"



Who could that be? she wondered. Claire turned off the lights in the bedroom and, hiding behind the drapes, peeked out into the small light-filled backyard, where in a corner under the awning of their little-used patio she saw what looked like two forms.



"Ooooohh, it feeelllls sooo goooodddd!!!!"



Her hand went to her mouth. "Oh my God!" she gasped as she realized what she was looking at in the yard. She felt like she was seeing some kind of lewd stag film. My God, that must be what I look like too, when a man fucks me!



Francine! It's Francine and the Arab, Hamid who fucked me in Dhahran, and they're screwing, obviously in the throes of something wild, even though she couldn't make out the exact position of their lust. Without bothering with robe or slippers she slipped quietly down the hall, finding the kitchen dark as well as the rest of the house. She stood there, arms outstretched, leaning against the glass sliding doors separating her and the couple only yards away.



Francine was completely naked, sitting up over Hamid, and her back was to Claire. Humid was stretched out on his back, his legs slightly spread and his arms lying flat at his sides on either side of the brunette.



The lewdness of the scene both horrified and excited the young wife, too reminiscent was it of the lewdity of her actions earlier this evening.



In the moonlight, Claire could see the wetly glistening cock each time Francine lifted herself up high on it and then it would disappear on the downstroke as she sat down.



It's so obscene, Claire's mind cringed, so wicked, so awfully beautiful! She had never seen anyone fuck this way before, not even on that wild night with Leila and Grant in Dhahran. And never in her life had she dreamed that a woman might get up over a man and be fucked that way. Francine must really be a nymphomaniac!



She watched spellbound as Francine began tossing her head from side to side, making her hair whip around her shoulders. From their screams it was obvious that they were both about to cum and a minute later, still glued to the glass door, Claire watched as his slipping deflated prick slithered from her best friend's wet cunt. She saw and heard it all, the sounds and sights creeping into her mind and body to eat away at the control she'd won over her own runt this evening. The ice was melting as she found herself breathing heavily and spasmodically from watching the obscenely moaning pair outside, and the tingling down in her loins had become a burning center of heat that threatened to rage out of control through her belly.



Then, almost unconsciously her right hand moved down to the hem of her nightgown and slipped up underneath, her seemingly self-willed fingers finding the narrow pussy furrow up between her clenched thighs and burrowing its way relentlessly into the throbbing slit.



Claire's cuntlips were warm and slightly wet, and she extended her middle finger to press it in between the outer folds where she began rubbing experimentally at her tiny quivering, clit. The first contact of her fingers, sent shivers of excitement racing up and down her insides, and she breathed a silent moan through her parted lips. Her eyes were still wide open as she stared through the opening of the door and saw Hamid's form move.



The handsome Arab's eyes were still glazed from the force of his mind-blowing cum, and he raised his upper torso until his hand could run with appreciation over Francine's smooth white belly and onto her still heaving tits. Then he moved on his side down along her naked young body until his face was at the level of her hips. He still reached up to tweak at her distended pink nipples as he began planting wet kisses all around the delectable plane of her belly, pausing once to lick his tongue into the little round indentation of her navel. Then, he traced a wet trail of saliva straight down as his tongue slipped down the juncture of her thighs to probe the cum-matted curls of her pussy hairs. Straddling her legs with his own, he pushed his face down into the dark little triangle.



What the newly aroused Arab was doing sent more waves of obscene uninvited pleasure coursing through the watching woman's pussy, and she almost groaned aloud as she watched Francine's legs splay out to the side to give him greater access. The naked woman was still collapsed in utter fatigue on her back, but soon the lewd ministrations of the Arab's tongue up between her parted thighs brought low moans of pleasure from her passion-parched lips. She pulled her knees up high over her chest and placed her feet on his shoulders, opening to him still further the wet furrows of her pussy. He slipped his hands quickly down her sides and clasped the half-moons of her ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands, pulling her loins tighter to his face, pinching and kneading at the firmly giving flesh with his fingers, while his head bobbed hungrily at the openness of her cunt.



At the sliding glass door, Claire could hear the slight noises the Arab was making as he slaved over her best friend, the sounds mingling with the guttural nonsensical words that Francine was spewing out from between her compressed lips. The young wife's own massaging of her clit had brought it up to full erection and she pushed her middle finger farther up along her soft pussy slit, into the now slippery mouth to her cunt.



She felt as though she had to reach inside her belly and assuage the hunger she felt there. She felt the intense heat groping at the tip of her finger and she shoved farther and farther inside until it was buried up in her cunt to the second knuckle, the warm wetness clasping and unclasping around her finger greedily as though it needed more than she could possibly give it. She began stroking in and out in time to the bobbing head laboring over the girl's loins, and each time she withdrew her finger she flipped the nail lightly up over the pulsating clit, making her inner thighs tremble uncontrollably from the maddening sensations it sent through her frame.



More, more, her eager cunt seemed to be begging, and she drove her finger faster and faster to no avail. The white-hot heat she was suffering inside only grew and grew until she thought she would die from the blissful agony!



Claire continued fingerfucking as she saw Francine's hands move dancingly under the moonlight down her belly flesh to tangle in Hamid's hair, pulling his sucking lips and lashing tongue even tighter to her now softly gyrating loins. Claire clutched the door frame with her supporting hand until her fingers ached and turned white from the strain, knowing she should run and find Grant so that he could also view the shocking scene she was watching, but she couldn't. She wanted a cock to fuck her wantonly responding body, but her body would not obey. She had to look -- the lewd spectacle seemed to be hypnotizing her!



By now, Hamid had worked the recently exhausted brunette back up to a fever pitch and her mouth hung open in ecstatic abandon as she continually wet her parted sensual lips with the roving pink tip of her tongue. Her glassy, lust-crazed eyes stared up into nothingness as her hips began a slow up-and-down movement in rhythm to the probing of her Arab lover's lashing tongue that promised soft mewls of animal pleasure to seethe out from between her clenched teeth. The responding woman was gradually becoming lost once more in a mindless uncontrolled lust and her upper torso writhed like a belly dancer's beneath her upturned legs.



Claire was becoming lost in her own bodily appetites, no longer certain whether the two writhing bodies were real or a figment of her imagination -- they sometimes seemed to her to be erotic dancers performing inside her own prurient mind. Waves of mind-bending sensations were racing through her, her pussy was burning out of control... nothing in the world existed anymore but the scene she was witnessing, and she seemed somehow mystically connected to the two lewdly writhing figures fucking before her very eyes!



Hamid had raised himself up slightly on his knees as he slaved over the writhing form beneath him, and as he spread his knees a little on the pavement to balance himself, Claire suddenly caught sight of his softly dangling balls and thickly swollen cock and she remembered how good it had felt in her pussy! It seemed to Claire that his balls were swelling by the second before her very eyes and pulsing excitingly as he became aroused by his lewd sucking at Francine's nakedly splayed cunt.



In spite of her desire to go find her husband so that he could fuck away the fire sparked by the lewd spectacle, the excited wife squirmed her cunt down tighter onto her own fingers and thrust her ass-cheeks back to wave nakedly beneath her nightgown. Her rounded ass-cheeks circled wantonly as she delved deeper and deeper up into her wetly throbbing cunt, and she wished she had something loner and thicker to put up inside to still the hunger building almost to an unbearable pressure point.



Then, suddenly without warning, she felt a rubbery hardness probing up under her nightgown from behind into the narrow crevice of her rotating ass-cheeks. She started to cry out in fright as her fingers slipped wetly frown her cunt, but a hand clamped roughly over her mouth prevented her from letting any sound pass her lips. She was holding her breath from shock and then she heard her husband's voice whispering in her ear.



"It's okay, baby, it's just me, you look like you need a little help!"



Claire mumbled incoherently into his hand pressed over her mouth and rolled her eyes back to look into his face leaning down over hers. He was staring past her through the glass door into the yard where Hamid and Francine were doing lewd things to each other's bodies! God, how excited he had been when he had first seen them fuck. His eyes were filled with a combination of lust and jealousy. He wanted what Francine was giving to Hamid!



He must have been watching for some time without Claire's knowledge, because she could feel his already stiffened cock rubbing excitedly up between her naked ass-cheeks, obviously driven by the passion infusing his aroused cock with throbbing hot blood.



"God!" he whispered hoarsely. "She's really getting turned on. Look at that little bitch go! Goddamnit, she's hot...!"



Claire's eyes involuntarily returned to the couple on the patio. Francine was twisting and writhing as though she were trying to squeeze the life out of a hungry little animal trapped in her belly, and then suddenly Hamid stopped what he was doing and pulled her knees down, spreading her legs flat out on the ground. He crawled up over her thrashing body, his lips slowly working their way up over her white skin, pausing now and then at soft, sensitive spots for a quick flick of the tongue.



Again, Claire focused on the now hugely expanded cock protruding into full view between his legs, his cum-swollen balls beneath filled to bursting with his juices. His cock paused momentarily over Francine's undulating cunt, and both Grant and Claire thought the Arab was going to fuck it up into Francine's belly right then and there! But, instead, he continued slowly moving all the way up her slippery, sweating torso until he straddled her quivering upthrust titties.



The lewdly excited wife could see the firm lush mounds squeezing up around his heavily pulsing shaft as he took them in his hands and pressed them against his lustfully rigid cock. He stroked his prick back and forth between them, flicking at the tautly erect nipples with his thumbs as he went, then he moved farther until his ass-cheeks were pressed heavily down on her titties. Claire saw the tight mounds bulge out as his weight sank down, smashing them against Francine's chest. His thickly jerking cock stood straight out from his belly, the rubbery tip only a few inches above the girl's gasping mouth.



Then, he reached one hand back behind him and with a quick flick of his wrist, shoved his middle finger up between her wide-open legs, fucking it deep into the soft, cum-slick flanges of her cunt as far as the flatness of his palm. Francine shuddered as he rotated it around inside her pussy hole, teasing the wetly sensitive walls until finally she moaned and gasped, breathing a harsh groan of surrender to the lascivious ministrations her Arab lover was working on her body. The hotly aroused girl began jerking her pelvis up to meet the hand worming its way rhythmically deep inside her.



Grant was still holding one hand over his wife's mouth so she could not cry out, while with his other he reached around under her arm and began kneading through the thin material of her nightgown at her ecstatically quivering tits. Claire felt her nipples responding uncontrollably inside her gown as his fingertips played over them, twisting the tiny buds into tingling erection. Down between her naked ass-cheeks she could feel his pulsating cock slipping up and down in teasing motion until, suddenly, as he bent his knees behind her, it slipped through the narrow juncture of her inner thighs so that the huge head was thrust up between her legs, the rubbery tip rubbing back and forth along the wetly throbbing slit of her cunt. The little velvety glans flipped back and forth over her clit as she had been doing previously with her own middle finger, driving her wild with even more intense, wanted, craving sensations in her belly!



Behind her, the lewdly aroused young husband could feel his wife beginning to respond to his presence. Her nostrils were flaring above his hand covering her mouth as she breathed more and more raggedly, and he could feel her smoothly curved ass-cheeks begin to slowly grind back against his massive prick. Slowly he released his hold over her mouth, afraid for a minute that she might scream loudly with passion and bring the couple's attention to the fact that they were being watched, but Claire made no such effort after the first gasping intake of air.



Grant slipped his hand around to the back of her nightgown and in one swift motion lowered his hand between the thin fabric and the fullness of her titties.



Claire hardly noticed what was happening. In front of her spellbound gaze Hamid's face twisted into a lewd moonlit grin as he reached down with his free hand to press the underside of his swollen cock in a slow teas ing circle around Francine's open lips. Her tongue flicked hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening at the end of his prick, and she strained forward, the cords in her neck standing out as she tried to suck the tantalizing instrument deep into her mouth, but Hamid laughed above her and kept it just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick greedily up and down its underside. He was still rocking slowly back and forth on her smashed-down tits, bringing his cock almost up to the working wetness of her lips, then backing it away again.



The obscenely fascinated young wife's breath was coming in short quick gasps as she involuntarily continued to stare at the scene being played before her. The gnawing heaven and hell of sensation in her belly continued pervading her entire being until she didn't think she would be able to stand another minute of it without somehow satisfying her unbearable longing! She squeezed her upper thighs together again around Grant's wonderful huge cock, now moistened by her seeping pussy-juices, and moaned softly in front of him.



Claire could feel the yearning building within her to have him fuck his long thick cock up inside her pulsing cunt, and suddenly she wanted him to fuck her more than anything else in the world!



Grant felt the abrupt change of mood in the woman before him, and he quickly wrapped his arms tighter around her, as he whispered in her ear.



"Claire, I'm going to fuck you good now!" His voice was heavy and thick. "You're going to love it, just like Francine does!"



The arm around her shoulders caused the top of her nightgown to fall to her waist as her huge white titties were nakedly exposed. With a deft motion of his hand, Grant pulled away the other strap of her nightgown.



Now her titties were completely bare, and he cupped her right one in appreciation as he gazed lewdly down over her shoulder, breathing heavily into her ear, his eyes devouring the cream-white mounds tipped with their throbbing pink nipples.



"What a pair of tits! I've always loved them," he gloated hoarsely, kneading greedily at the resilient white mound in his palm, trapping the hardened, sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched it until the excruciating sensation brought tiny gasps of pain and surprised excitement from his wife's lips. He pushed forward with his pelvis to grind up from behind against the narrow crevice between her tightly clenched ass-cheeks.



Grant didn't want to wait any longer! He crushed her ribs so tightly in his embrace that she thought they would break as he leaned back forcing her feet up off the floor. She let out a weak, stifled cry and kicked her knees up in front of her as he carried her through the glass door, sliding the door open with his elbow...



She couldn't believe what Grant was doing! He was carrying her out the glass door and onto the patio where Francine and Hamid were fucking!



Claire had never been so happy in her entire life. Everything was really going to be all right, after all. She was going to get all the fucking she would ever want... from Grant, and all the other cocks and cunts that came their way!



THE END