Myles Miles - Tough To Tame

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.