Myles Miles - Tough To Tame

"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.

"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.