of her belly and she blinked her eyes that were hazy from drink, trying to bring them into proper focus to assure herself that she was actually seeing correctly. Francine had clutched at the man's dark hair with both hands and was desperately grinding her nakedly exposed cunt up against his face.
Momentarily, Claire. thought she saw his tongue lash out snakelike and disappear into the soft, hair-lined slit of the brunette's quivering pussy, then little mewling sounds bean to emit from her friend's contorted mouth. The horribly depraved scene was beyond belief, and Claire took a step backward as if she had been struck by a blow. It was so much like what she and Grant had done.
She tried to clear her head, to think straight. She and Francine had talked openly about oral fucking, but somehow Claire had never believed anybody really did it until she and Grant had licked each other. But my God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of sheer unadulterated lust before.
'Harder, darling! Suck harder!' Claire heard her girlfriend exclaim. 'Yes, yes, like that… ohhhh!'
Well… it wasn't her business, the shocked blonde reminded herself, and something within advised her to turn away and leave before they heard her. But the salacious sight and sounds had temporarily hypnotized her. They actually fascinated her – yes, aroused her, too, affecting her in a way she would never have dreamed possible. Instead of absolute revulsion, she felt a strange light-fingered palpitation deep up between her own trembling thighs. And then the exciting sensations increased as the man wagged and bobbed his head furiously, making vile, wet, sucking noises over Francine's splayed-open cunt.
'Aaaaagh,' the brunette groaned, raising a rash of goose-bumps that rippled responsively across Claire's arms and up to her heaving titties, now beginning to rise and fall heavily in vicarious arousal, making the nipples distend against her bra.
As her eyes adjusted to the light in the library behind the door, she could see his lashing tongue more clearly now, working animal like in lewd subjugation at the widespread tightness of Francine's pussy hole, and she could see the contortions on her face above the nakedly trembling tits.
Suddenly he was bringing his hand down into the furrow separating her rotating ass-cheeks, and she jerked her legs high until her kneecaps were touching her jiggling tits, exposing the whole moist plane of her wetly glistening pussy to her lewdly incited lover. He flicked his tongue into her tight; little puckered asshole beneath, and Claire stared mesmerized by the lascivious sight. A long low moan escaped from the dark-haired man arid she clenched her eyes tightly shut, her lips baring back over her teeth at the obvious irresistible sensation it sent racing out of control through her squirming body.
'Oooooh, don't stop, don't stop!' Francine whined, writhing her hips furiously at the hot flicking tongue, licking without mercy at her tiny asshole. 'Shove your finger in there! Yes, like that! Oh, yes, stick it in my asshole!'
Claire could hardly breathe now; the excited rasping escaping her own throat and lungs had become so loud. Her mouth was hot and dry and the throbbing sensation between her thighs caused her to clamp them tightly together, making her excruciatingly aware of her own pulsating cunt. Unconsciously, she, reached down and lewdly stroked her own tingling pussy through her dress:
Never before in her life had the young wife experienced such a shocking sense of wicked fascination, even when she had sucked Grant's cock. The strange sight and obscene sounds held her helplessly spellbound as her titties began to throb painfully with a lewd desire of their own. She found herself thinking of Lyle Rhodes the night before, wishing he'd licked her cunt instead of just going ahead and fucking her. Then she might have cum too, then it might not have been rape! She knew if he were here right now… right now at this very moment…!
'I'm cumming… cumming… oh, wow, I'm cumming!' Francine groaned, finally crooning off into a weird little wail as she choked and sputtered out her lewd satisfaction.
Then the man lowered her legs and was raising himself up over her to kneel in front of the brunette's face with his knees straddling her naked shoulders on either side. His hugely throbbing cock stood out in the air like a massive pole. He had his hand around it, rubbing the glistening head softly against Francine's wetly parted lips.
Claire saw the girl's head come eagerly forward as the man thrust his hips at her face, sliding his huge prick deep within the confines of her anxiously receiving mouth as he tangled his fingers in her long hair and she began a gentle sucking motion. Claire could dimly see the tiny ridges of soft pink flesh pulling from Francine's ovaled lips as his impaling member drew back and then disappeared up inside once again, his thick cock sliding all the way to the back of the pinioned woman's throat.
Claire watched, transfixed, as he began a rhythmic sawing back and forth, never withdrawing his prick all the way, but leaving its blood-engorged tip just inside the warm wetness of her softly clasping mouth. Then Francine was reaching up between her own trembling thighs, cradling the softness of his cum-filled balls in her palms. She stroked them gently as she sucked voraciously at his steadily ramming cock that in the eerie candlelight looked to Claire like a wetly glistening piston of flesh, moving methodically in and out between her nibbling lips. Again, Claire heard little mewls and groans of shameless pleasure.
Abruptly, an electriclike jolt shot through Claire and she nearly cried out her alarm as she felt a pair of huge masculine hands slipping around her from behind and curling over her voluptuously ballooning tits.
'Shhhh, they'll hear us,' a strange, accented voice whispered in her ear as he drew her tightly back against his hard body, pressing his stiffening cock lewdly into the crevice between her twisting ass-cheeks.
'What? Who are you?' Claire hissed, struggling to make him let her go. Turning her head, she saw a swarthy- complexioned Arab in his thirties, elegantly dressed, obviously one of the more well-to-do Arabs in the country.
'I am Hamid. I was in the kitchen when you came in' He wrenched her body tightly back. 'Quite a show, isn't it?' he continued to whisper, his warm breath hot in her ear. 'I have been standing behind, watching you too. They went to the library when I went to get ice from the kitchen. When I came back, there was no one here. Then I saw you come, so I decided to stay after all.'
'Please… pleasssse… let me go!'
'She is really sucking him off, isn't she?' He held her firmly and went on as though he hadn't heard her.
'Y-you… don't have to talk that way,' Claire hissed back at him over her shoulder. 'And take your hands off me this minute,' she ordered.
She tried to squirm free of his clutching fingers on her softly billowing tits, feeling a numbing fear rising through her trapped body. Wild thoughts of what he might do to her raced through her brain, and she decides that if she could only wrench free and run… but he was not about to release his hold, and she felt him grinding his thickly pulsing cock into her squirming ass-cheeks, pressing her skirt into the soft quivering crevice between her ass.
While his hand massaged her tits, he whispered, 'Now, why are you getting upset You have been standing here watching them sucking and licking each other for ten minutes. You know what I believe? I believe you wish you were that little girl and had that big juicy cock right in your own pretty little mouth.'
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.
