Claire let him press his lips against her own and she felt a slight tremulousness in her throat as Makumud's tongue snaked into her warm, receptive mouth. For some reason, her thoughts flashed back to the time she'd gone wild and sucked Grant's prick. God! It seemed like she could never get enough cock anymore.
'You kiss real good,' Makumud said. 'Hey, Khalid, the American kisses! Maybe you do the same for my friend? He is very shy. He don't know how to ask.'
'Maybe we ought to go back,' she said, suddenly afraid.
'You stay here,' Khalid said to Claire as he came up behind his friend. 'You let me have fun first.'
The taller Arab pushed Makumud aside and seized Claire by her trembling arms. Where Makumud had been gentle, Khalid was forceful, unrelenting. He pulled her to him and pressed his mouth almost painfully against her own.
'God!' she said.
'Makumud, she kisses beautiful!' Khalid exclaimed.
Claire was about to say something; but for some reason she couldn't. She looked at the slightly built boy and felt her eyes almost caressing his skin. The strangest thing was happening to her. It almost seemed as though she could touch the younger boy's smooth, bronzed flesh with her eyes. She tried to pull her glance from Makumud, but she couldn't. 'God!' she cried out.
'You see me. Can you see me?' Khalid shook her.
Her eyes ripped from Makumud's lean muscular body and suddenly fixed on Khalid's well-proportioned chest. She could see his pectoral muscles flexing; could make, out the rhythmic pulse of his heart. Khalid kissed her again, drawing her drugged mind away from looking at him to feeling him with her hands.
Suddenly, she felt another hand. It was Makumud's. He was behind her now, touching her neck, running his hands down her arms and tweaking and kneading her hotly quivering tits beneath her blouse and white lacy bra.
'You let me kiss. You go on behind,' Makumud said.
Khalid released his grasp, and Makumud, shorter but just as powerfully magnetic to her, slipped into his place. She jerked back, momentarily afraid, but then painfully aware of the insatiable desire for pleasure. The feeling, blazing like a thousand flickering candles in her tight little belly, was accentuated by Khalid's hands that grasped her firmly molded ass-cheeks in both his hands. He kneaded them in rhythm to Makumud's movements – slipping his hands between her blouse and squeezing her lushly throbbing titties.
'You like this? I squeeze your tits?' Makumud cried out.
'Oooooooh' She quivered and trembled, the helpless prey of the irresistible sensation soaring through her.
From a combination of her. own burning lust and theirs, she was delirious with excitement. She could almost see her feverish desire blazing out from inside – it was so strong and ravenous.
'You get naked and we fuck!' She heard a voice, but she wasn't aware of its origin.
She felt herself being toppled over to the ground, but it seemed as though it were in a dreamy slow motion. She felt something ecstatic blush out inside of her. She was lying on the dusty ground on the floor of some stone house. Makumud had unbuttoned her blouse. Now he was running his fingertips across the front of her sheer white bra and her nipples seared with delight as he squeezed her ecstatically quivering tits, holding them like two succulent melons in both hands.
'Yes… Makumud, squeeze my tits like that!' she exclaimed, suddenly shocked at her own voice. It seemed as though another person had pronounced those words, another mind had hold of her fiery undulating body.
Behind her, she could feel Khalid tugging down her skirt. She felt the side zipper give, then felt the delicious rush of the cotton fabric over her firm full thighs as the hot desert air raced over her belly and eased softly at her pussy lips through her. sheer bikini panties.
'Mmmmmmmmm,' she groaned.
'You take off the panty,' Khalid gasped at her from behind.
She squirmed into Makumud, and then ran her hands down her own body to the waistband of her bikini panties. With a slow teasing smile, she hooked her thumbs in the thin elastic waistband and rolled the flimsy material inch by inch down over her full-fleshed thighs and long tapering legs to the ground.
She looked down and noticed that Makumud's crotch was getting hard. His thickly jerking prick was already straining tightly against his jeans and pressing against her soft little pussy mound. The lewdness seemed to increase. Everything around her seemed crystal clear, the failing sunlight freckling on Makumud's tan-darkened shoulders and the droplets of perspiration glistening on his full upper lip. She felt so strange – almost as though she were lust incarnate. She was extremely detached, yet at the same time wildly sensuous. She felt more wicked than she had ever felt in her life.
Feeling the excited jerk of their dicks through their pants from in front and behind, she reached down and squeezed Makumud's hotly pulsing prick, then jerked on Khalid's lust-swollen cock through his jeans.
If only that bastard husband of hers could see her now! That would make up for yesterday!
Claire could hardly believe her own audacity as her hands seemed to move by themselves to unzip the two Arab men's flies. Then the two heavily throbbing shafts lurched nakedly out and her hands curled automatically around each one, embracing a stiffly pulsating cock in either palm. At the same time, Khalid's hands moved upward from behind to cup her ripely swelling young tits. His hands dipped into the cream-white cleavage and began massaging slowly over the enticingly trembling mounds while Makumud in front pulled her legs wide apart and splayed one hand over her nakedly moistening pussy. She worked the two ever-hardening cocks gently between clasped fingers for several minutes, sliding them up and over the huge lust – swollen heads until droplets of their obscene juices oozed out of the tiny slits in the centers. She'd found her paradise – a heavily pulsating cock in each hand!
Leaving her for barely a minute, both boys pulled off their jeans. She stared languorously up at their muscled profiles standing at the low window overlooking the Persian Gulf. The sun set behind them, a large red egg yolk dropping into the sea. Suddenly they jumped down on the ground once more.
'Ooooooh,' she moaned as their hands reached for her, pulling her greedily next to their naked bodies.
Claire whimpered in lewd delight. 'Yes, touch meeee, touch me.' Her lust-induced moan echoed back at her as hands coursed excitedly over her nakedly hungering young loins.
The voluptuous blonde girl now lay on the earth between them, her arms loose at her sides, trembling from the wicked sensations running through her unprotected body. As he leaned over her, Khalid's thickly pulsating cock rubbed warmly against the outside of her thigh, trailing soft wet drops of his hot juices in his excitement. It increased her delicious feeling of utter wantonness incredibly!
'I kiss you again.' Khalid's mouth clamped hard on her lips, his tongue filling her open mouth and Claire began swaying with the hard pressure of the young Arab and Makumud, both rocking insistently against her.
Claire gave each of their hotly throbbing cocks an extra tight little squeeze as her eyes raced over their young virile flesh – one male so rugged and mature, and the other lean and boyish.
The naked young wife swallowed hard as the Arabs' hands continued to, roam with greater urgency over her softly quivering curves, their eyes and bodies straining closer and closer to her tender nakedness with each passing second. Her hands moved rapidly now over the two jerking cock shafts sliding in and out of her tight clasping fingers.
Claire felt the rising tide of implacable passion beginning deep in her spasmodically quivering belly. Oh God… fucking was so wonderful, so mind-blastingly wonderful! The very defenselessness of her position and the impending ravishment of young body brought tiny strange devils of fire dancing through her lust-inflamed nerves. Just thinking about what the two Arabs were going to do to her made hot wisps of desire pulse through her tingling pussy and rivulets of hot cunt-juices come gushing rapidly down between her legs.
Khalid began working at her slippery pussy, slowly and expertly insinuating his fingers between the blondely furred lips to widen and moisten her tight little hole for the greater entry to come.
'Ugggghh,' Claire moaned, trembling at the lewd spasms his plunging fingers sent coursing through her cunt walls.
Makumud, on her other side, dropped his head to one tiny erect nipple and began nibbling at it with hungry urgency. Suddenly he grunted, and pushed Khalid aside, surprising them both with his aggressiveness.
The older Arab placed his hands on the softly flaring curves of her hips and began slithering down over her prostrate body. Now, his face was right in line with her pussy mound. Makumud wanted to suck and lick the
