panties down her legs and tossed them on the floor, exposing her completely naked young body to the married couple.
'Grant!' Claire blurted out in shock and protest.
This was a new depraved side of her husband she'd never experienced before, and sloe wanted out of the room right now! She bolted her drink for courage and rose from the bed, but a sharp slap of Grant's hand across her face sent her flying back onto the mattress. Then Grant was pouring his sobbing wife another drink and handing her the glass, and she drank greedily to calm her nerves. She polished off another glass, this time filled mostly with straight Scotch. If only she hadn't dressed in her nightgown again – as it was, she was in no condition to leave the room, even if she could have got past her husband.
'Why?' Claire asked.
'Because it makes me happy. Besides, last night was your turn to have fun and tonight I'm running the show.'
Claire couldn't understand all he said, for her attention was constantly shifting between her husband and the young Leila. Now she looked up to see her in the process of kneeling on the bed up between her open thighs. She tried to close her legs, but she couldn't because Leila's shoulders were in the way. In the struggle, Claire's nightie had inched up over her smooth, white belly and her naked pussy was an inverted wispy blonde triangle below the hem. Her hands flew down to cover her helplessly exposed cunt and Leila gave a low chuckle, saying over her shoulder to Grant, 'Grant, you didn't tell me she was going to be so uptight.'
He smiled. 'We had a little falling-out last night. Claire hasn't realized how much of a slut she really is… but I know with your help, Leila, she'll cooperate.'
He got up and poured Claire another drink which she downed quickly. Then pulling his intoxicated young wife's nightgown off her shoulders with a single jerk, he sat down in his chair again.
Feeling humiliated and defenseless, Claire closed her eyes and tried to keep from making any sound. She sensed something brutal and animal like in her husband and didn't want to anger him any more than was absolutely necessary. She could feel Leila's soft caressing hands running over her nakedly quivering thighs, touching them in a slow sensuous way, lingering over the tingling insides of her parted legs, then gently trailing up to where the older woman's hands were cupped protectively over her naked pussy.
She heard Leila say in a girlish voice, 'It won't do any good, baby. Remember, I'm a girl too, and I know what turns us on'
Gently, she tried to pry Claire's fingers loose with Claire clutching all the harder, pressing her own fingers into the wet, fender flesh of her cringing cunt, inadvertently separating her blonde-fringed pussy lips, one from the other.
Claire's whole body leaped as she felt Leila's expert tongue licking softly along the insides of her trembling thighs, and she tightened her hands over her whole trembling cunt with a sudden, helplessly excited moan. She. realized that the girl, who was not even out of her teens, was adept as a courtesan in making other women happy, and she thought of the harem girls she'd read about who satisfied each other with their tongues when they were not chosen to be fucked by their master.
The naked wife could feel her clit swelling like a tiny nub of fire despite her attempts to hold back the blaze.
'Ooooooohhhhh, my God!' she moaned.
Leila's tongue licking, licking on and on, licking now over her hands, trying to force its wet way up between her covering fingers, caused shivers of lust to course up and down her spine. God, she didn't want to get turned on, but so lewd and obscene were the Arab girl's ministrations at her straining thighs that little shocks of pleasure – like electric static – crackled through her entire willfully responding body.
Wildly, she looked over at her husband, who leered with shameless delight, his cigarette forgotten in his ashtray as he watched the younger girl licking up and down between his blonde wife's lewdly parting thighs.
Claire could almost feel Leila's eyes boring into the pinkly glistening slit of her cunt peeping erotically from between her protecting fingers. Then she felt her hot cheek resting on the sensitive flesh of her twisting thigh, close enough for her nose and lips to be tickled by the sparse silken pussy hairs curling up between her fingers.
The more the other woman's tongue probed, the harder Claire resisted, realizing with a frustrated moan that the harder she persisted, the more she was exciting herself. Leila's tongue began darting around, searching for an opening, a weakness, as Claire – in order to prevent her – kept moving her fingers, inadvertently massaging her own pulsating cunt mound. The desperate defensive movements only served to intensify her wanton arousal, and she realized she couldn't go on struggling against the salacious pleasure much longer.
Her cunt was now becoming slippery with juices and her moans increased as Leila's burrowing head found one corner of her pussy unprotected and slowly forced Claire's fingers to one side a fateful fraction of an inch. Now the skillful Arab girl licked furiously while Claire gritted her teeth and fought with what little moral force she had left not to give in. The utterly delicious sensations rippling through her lusting young body were as foreign to her as this country. Yes, for God's sake, she thought, there was a raging need in her pussy – and maybe it could be quenched by another woman. Her moans increased and her heart fluttered as though she'd been injected with some strong aphrodisiac.
'Uuhhhhhhhhhh!' she coughed, an involuntary groan of delight escaping from her throat.
'Lie back. Just relax. Let me take care of you!' Leila said.
In a surprise move, Leila darted her head lower so her tongue could find the enticing shadowy crevice of Claire's ass-cheeks and lick crazily while her fingers worked to part and widen the older woman's softly trembling ass-cheeks. Claire gasped and moaned while Leila worked her hands under her desperately churning ass to cup the two spontaneously wriggling half-moons in her hands. The petite, youthfully energetic brunette tilted Claire's hips ever so slightly, and the young blonde shuddered as she felt her tongue flick hotly over the sensitive hole of her puckered little ass.
'Aaaaaaarrrrrggghhhhh,' Claire groaned before she could think. 'It feels so gooooooodddd!'
Dumbstruck with shame, she moved her, hands to stop Leila, and, before she realized it, the younger girl's mouth and tongue were working eagerly over her suddenly exposed pussy lips!
Claire twisted and writhed helplessly, thrusting her hands down on Leila's perspiration-beaded forehead to push the girl's slavering mouth away. But that movement, which started as one of protest, soon eased into revolving, undulating motions designed to get that tortuously worming tongue farther up between her hotly throbbing cuntlips. She clenched and ground her ass-cheeks up and down; virtually helpless before the searing tongue thrusting deeper un toward her lust-pulsing pussy hole. It was too good, too delicious to resist anymore!
Her mind flew back to last night, when Grant had walked in and seen her being fucked by Hamid at Francine's home. With a fogged vision, she looked across at him and moaned in intoxicated arousal and shame. There, sitting forward in his chair, he was watching again, but this time he'd forced her to do it! Let him see, let him make her do anything and everything.
Oh! She'd never had her susceptible pussy tongue-loved by anyone but Grant before, let alone another girl. Lesbianism! Yes, that's what it was! It was contrary to everything she'd ever been taught or known, but she wanted it. Oh yes, yes! She needed her tongue in her cunt.
The impassioned blonde wife lifted her head forward to see what she could, her eyes suddenly filled with the intoxicating spectacle of Leila's ebony hair streaming like coal over her passionately.heaving hips and thighs. She felt the soft magic puffs of cool air grazing her own delectable naked pussy, merging with the maddening wet caresses of Leila's tongue now furrowing up her glistening pussy split from her hot, juicy cunt mouth to her tiny taut, hardened clit.
The aroused young.brunette was withdrawing her head from between Claire's helplessly splayed-out thighs, a demented look of lust on her face as she leaped on top of Claire and began to grind her own throbbing pussy into Claire's saliva-coated cunt. Her soft pussy hairs massaged Claire's steadily moistening cunt and excited the young wife still further.
'Split those lovely legs as wide as you can, you're going for a real ride now, baby!' Leila hissed.
Clear-headed for a second, Claire shot her husband an uncertain glance.
Grant nodded and smiled. Jesus, he thought, he'd been so intent on shaming Claire, he'd never realized it'd be this exciting! He could feel his cock pounding like a lead pipe in his pants.
