Myles Miles - Tough To Tame

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!

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.