Too Tough To Tame Ch. 01

"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 Matt was too. She spread her quivering legs even further apart, revealing eagerly the full plane of her tingling pussy.

Matt'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. Matt 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. Matt 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, Matt 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 Matt, she would have sucked his cock ages ago!

Matt 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 pussy!" she moaned abandonedly, tossing her lovely proud head from side to side. Her words of praise stirred her ardent lover into more frenzied swirling and lapping 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!

-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 Raines - 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 Matt 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, Matt 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 Matt 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 Calvin Rhodes. He worked with Echo 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.

Calvin Rhodes hadn't said anything. When he kissed her, it felt like a thousand tiny erotic fingers were butter-flying 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 rousing 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 Calvin'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 quivering 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 Matt right now, and the fact that Matt 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 Calvin had access to the work schedules and he would know when Matt 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 Matt 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 Calvin Rhodes to do to her pussy that she felt miserable. She just knew that if Matt 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 Echo compound at Riyadh 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 Riyadh 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 Riyadh, 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 Calvin 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 Donner 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 Matt worked on his charts.