Myles Miles - Tough To Tame

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.