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Chapter 2

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 Wells – 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 Grant 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, Grant 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 Grant 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 Lyle Rhodes. He worked with Esso 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.

Lyle Rhodes hadn't said anything. When he kissed her, it felt like a thousand tiny erotic fingers were butterflying 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 rousingly 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 Lyle'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 quiveringly 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 Grant right now, and the fact that Grant 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 Lyle had access to the work schedules and he would know when Grant 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 Grant 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 Lyle Rhodes to do to her pussy that she felt miserable. She just knew that if Grant 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 Esso compound at Ad Dammam 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 Ad Dammam 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 Ad Dammam, 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 Lyle 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 Danner 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 Grant worked on his charts.

"I know you don't like my bringing it up. But how are things going between you and Grant?" Francine had a gift for getting straight to the heart of the matter.

Claire laughed. Francine had a serious way of approaching sensitive topics that had always proved very successful.

"As well as can be expected," the blonde said.

"If he isn't fucking you right, you should have an affair." Francine impatiently crossed her legs.

"No – I couldn't do that to him," Claire said.

"Why not? What the hell is he doing for you?" Francine rested back in her chair so that her hugely billowing tits were raised to Claire's eye level across the table. "A little fooling around might make Grant want to fuck you all the more. Make you all happy all the way around."

"I don't think so. Grant's such a prude. I mean, he gets embarrassed and uptight if I do the seducing. If he found out I had another man, well…" Claire said glumly and shrugged her shoulders. "Grant's just real busy right now, that's all. He'll come around soon."

The cafe was now emptying of customers. A young Arab boy led a donkey past the terraced cafe, loaded with all of his baskets and market goods. Claire felt more relaxed now that Francine and she were left alone. She was even tempted to confide the horrible situation she had got herself into with the engineer, Lyle Rhodes, to her friend. The perplexed blonde let her mind play over the possibilities for a few moments, then dropped it out of sheer. embarrassment.

"Well, it's a shame that a pretty girl like you doesn't get all the screwing she needs." Francine smiled over the rim of her coffee cup. "What bothers me is whether you're getting fucked well or not. I mean, when you do screw – is he good at it?"

"When we do, he's marvelous," Claire confessed. "But he just never seems to want to, especially these last few weeks."

"Really? Does he ever want to lick your pussy or anything?" the grinning girl said.

"What?"

"Does he ever… run his tongue over your pussy?"

"Well, once." Claire giggled at the strange turn of their conversation. "Hell, that's the reason he's ignoring me! He's embarrassed because I sucked his cock and he licked my pussy."

"Embarrassed?" Francine was dumbfounded that a grown man would feel that way about what she considered to be natural.

"I hardly have enough guts to ask him to even fuck me at all since he's been acting this way," Claire complained.

"You poor kid! No wonder you looked so sad." Francine's exotic dark eyes seemed to be hinting at something terribly exciting. "God, how I love it when, a man sucks my pussy." She paused, as though for dramatic effect. "And when I suck his prick."

"I only had nerve enough to do it once, but I agree with you – it was great!" Claire shifted back in her chair: And I only wish I cold do it again, she thought silently to herself, only with Grant. But Grant would never do it again. The only way she could ever get her cunt licked again was if she cheated on Grant – with someone like Lyle Rhodes l

By the time Claire arrived home it was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon. The whole compound seemed empty and suffocating in the sweltering heat, and it would be all Claire could do before her energy left her to get into the skimpiest summer clothes she owned and fix herself a drink.

She put her purse on the hall chair and padded into the bedroom to change into a pair of hip-hugging shorts and a skimpy white halter. A chili of apprehension icicled down her spine when she thought of the possibility of Lyle Rhodes ever coming over to her house while her husband was out. The husky blond man had rather frightened her with his demands, Claire realized, as she went into the living room and dropped down onto the couch. What had begun as an innocent flirtation was threatening to become an affair and she didn't like it. At least Lyle Rhodes was stationed outside the compound.

But the problem was how to make him leave her alone when he came for supplies. It wasn't easy to make a man realize, when you'd kissed him and let him touch your pussy, that you weren't prepared to let him go any farther.

Claire recalled her conversation with Francine, arid was glad she hadn't let on about the strange new relationship she had with the young engineer, Lyle Rhodes. It was ironic that her best friend had asked her about having an affair, almost as if she knew something of the sort was going on.

The curvaceous young blonde knew she'd have to break it off with Rhodes the next time she saw him. It was the first time she'd been remotely unfaithful to her husband in three years of marriage, and though she hadn't let Lyle fuck her, the experience had been a shock. Lyle expected her to go all the way with him. He'd made it clear the last time they were together that he wasn't content to have her hold his cock in her hand. She'd told him that, yes, she wanted him to screw her as much as he wanted to explode his lewd jets of cum up into her squirming little belly – but things just couldn't happen that way.

The faultlessly pretty blonde undid her halter straps and pulled down the bra like top, exposing her round, milk-white titties to the cool air-conditioned air.

She looked down at the softly billowing mounds with secret admiration. Though they were huge, they had a youthful firmness that deliciously accented their size. Her tiny nipples, crested on blushing-pink areoles, grew pebble hard in the slight breeze that blew through the air-conditioning unit. Casually, she dropped her hand to one gently trembling tit and squeezed it, feeling its nipple spike out erectly against her palm. A delicious sexy feeling drifted through her body, igniting something responsively warm in her cunt. Her other hand touched her thigh and slipped up the tanned smoothness till her thumb rested against the crotch-band of her tight shorts.

Though her husband had been anything but attentive to her needs, there were ways of quenching the flames that flickered hotly through her young pussy. Often, when Grant had gone off for several days, she'd made herself cum by sticking one hand beneath her panties and rubbing her fingers against her frustratedly tingling pussy lips and clit. She'd had no guilt about that, just an emptiness inside when she realized how much better a real cock fucking deep into her love-starved cunt hole would feel.

She withdrew her hands from her tit and from between her long slender legs and retied her halter straps, reminding herself again that one of her friends could drop by at any time and she had no wish to be caught with her hand in her cunt – so to speak.

The well-endowed blonde rose to her feet from the couch. The moment of hot excitement she'd just experienced had sent her into a confused state of mind. She wanted to touch herself, to finger her impassioned cunt until she came, but she had an uneasy feeling that she had better leave it till later when there was no chance that someone would just drop by and visit.

The lewdly aroused young wife went over to the bar and made a drink, then returned to the living room.

Suddenly there was a sound outside at the front of the house. She tensed, took a sip of her drink, then set it down out of sight behind the huge lamp. She heard a squeal of tires in the gravel driveway, the slamming of a car door, and then the expected sound of footsteps scuffling in gravel.

"Claire! Hey, Claire Wells!" she heard a man's voice as she hurried into the living room. She saw the muscular figure of Lyle Rhodes running up the walk to the front door.

"Jesus, it's good to see you, Claire." He embraced her as soon as he'd flung the door open. "I only have a few days here and I just had to see you!"

"Why, I thought you would be out at the site for weeks," she smiled weakly.

"Made a deal with the boss out there. A little trade for some more time at the compound." She smelled alcohol on his breath as he kissed her. "He thinks he's made the bargain of his life and that I'm the biggest sucker in the world. But he hasn't had a look at you!" He laughed.

"What are you talking about?" She drew away from him. "After all, I am a married woman."

"Some goddamn husband," Rhodes said loudly. "He's crazy to leave a sexy little girl like you alone out here in this dump with a hot, horny pussy."

"You've been drinking." She laughed in spite of herself. "Or you would not talk to a married lady like this."

"Okay. Your husband is a fine guy and I wish him all the luck. But if you were my wife…" He left the sentence to speak for itself as his eyes flickered across her hugely straining tits, then down to the enticing "vee" of her swelling pussy mound encased beneath her revealingly tight summer shorts.

Claire felt uncomfortably undressed from the obscene looks he was giving her as she walked across the bare tile floor of the hall to the partition separating the modernly furnished living room from the dining room.

He dropped down on the couch. "Look, your husband doesn't give you enough cock to last you through the day, but I will."

"You make it sound so romantic," she said.

"Romance to me is fucking you." He looked comically satisfied with himself.

"That's all over. All of it," she said firmly.

"You've got no idea how good I can make you feel. When's the last time you got fucked by your husband? The last time he really satisfied you?"

"God, will you please stop!" she said.

"All I care about is you, baby. Jesus Christ, maybe I'd like to have a little something to drink," he said.

"What would you like? Really, all I've got is rum and some brandy. I was so upset earlier that I already fixed a daiquiri for myself."

"For God's sake." He lumbered up from the couch. "You're acting like a virginal teenybopper."

She moved quickly over to the bar, with Lyle Rhodes practically panting down her neck.

"I told you how I felt about what happened in the car." Her hands trembled as she poured a shot glass of rum into a tumbler. It didn't help her any that Lyle sat down on a chair by the bar and watched her as she made the drink.

Lyle Rhodes was strongly built with big bruiser forearms and a thickly muscled neck that bulged and rippled when he got angry, which he appeared to be now. He looked better suited to be a construction worker, rather than an engineer, with his deep desert tan and healthy build. Claire looked at the handsome man now as she set some ice cubes from the ice bucket on the bar top. The way he fucked her visually, practically x-raying through the small halter and her hip-hugging shorts, sent a forbidden tingle of excitement roaring into her denied young belly.

"Sometimes I get the feeling I'm running around in circles," he said. "What is it with you?"

"Nothing." She shuddered and handed him the daiquiri, suddenly wishing she hadn't made him a drink.

"You know what you are?" He held her by the waist. "A little cock-tease. That's what we used to call chicks who played around in college."

"Nonsense," she said.

He grinned. "Okay then, let's drop the subject… temporarily." He watched her as she came out from behind the bar and kept watching the sexy blonde as she sat down gracefully on the Persian rug in front of the coffee table.

"Today's the day you and I were going to finally fuck." He rose and stood to the side of the large picture window. "Let's be blunt about it." He looked directly at the nervous young wife. "You promised you'd fuck me."

"I said nothing of the sort," she said.

Rhodes wheeled around and dropped to the Persian rug beside her. "Christ, Claire. I haven't been able to think about anything but fucking you. You know I'm crazy about you!"

"Stop talking like that." She shivered.

An edge of craziness burst in little lust-sparks through his eyes as he took in the lovely wife's voluptuously curved body in a long heated glance. She turned her face away from him, looking out toward the street. The street was deserted, as it always was this time of the day. The temperature would be well up past the hundred mark and no one who had a choice would be outside.

Lyle Rhodes touched Claire's knee lightly and ran his fingers up the tanned softness of her naked thigh. Tiny goose-bumps rose on her skin, and she tensed, trying to pull her long tapered leg away. But it was useless. His groping fingers dug hard into her trembling thigh, drawing painful welts from its smooth surface.

"God, let me go," she whimpered.

"If it's your husband you're worried about, you might as well forget it," he said with an edge of anger in his voice.

Claire's heart seemed to be beating out of control in her temples.

"Claire, baby, we're alone, for Christ's sake." He lifted his drink with his free hand, drank half of it down, then set it on the teak coffee table between them.

"That's what I'm worried about." The blonde tried again to squirm free.

She looked down at his hand pressed against her shaking leg and a feeling of helplessness rushed through her young body. Her conscience told her to fight against him, but another forbidden emotion made her want his hard cock fucking hard in her cunt. She felt as hot as the air outside, as though she and the rising tides of passion were one with the heat outside.

"My God, it would be all over the compound in an hour if I let you screw me." She looked past him toward the street.

"Shit," Lyle said, moving his hand up from her sleek inner thigh toward the tight leg-band of her short shorts.

Claire leaped to her feet and rushed into the bedroom, with Lyle scrambling up and racing behind.

"For the last fucking time!" He grabbed her and pushed her against the dresser. She fell backward, knocking her perfume bottles onto the floor, then struggled, meaninglessly, to push past him back into the living room.

"Look, you're drunk, why don't you go back to your quarters and sober up?" she reprimanded him.

Rhodes' hands grappling at her arms slid to her quivering titties. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? What do you want me to do? Tell your old man about how I've been finger fucking you nights when he's home, reading his goddamn geological reports?"

The ominous possibilities of the situation began to dawn on her. She'd foolishly teased this aroused man into expecting her to let him fuck her pussy earlier that week and now, in his drunken state, he meant to really screw her.

"You must be reasonable," she said, leaning back against the dresser. "How can you enjoy it if I don't want you to fuck me?"

"The secret is," he said as he squeezed the ripe fullness of her left tit, "I don't think about it. I figure, sooner or later, you'll come around."

Suddenly she was being lifted up in his strong arms and carried bodily over to the bed where she and Grant slept. She writhed, kicked, and screamed, but resisting him was pointless. She was tossed onto the bed and before she could spring off the mattress, he fell heavily down beside her.

"Lyle, let me go this instant," she cried out as his big firm hands seized her by the shoulders.

Her command irritated him even more. He was too far gone in alcohol and sexual frustration to listen and he wound his fingers into her halter, in one movement ripping away the bra like top to reveal her lushly billowing titties.

Claire managed to break loose and slide from the bed, but he was immediately up after her, backing her against the bedroom closet. The movement had caused the closet door to slide partially open and she grabbed the nearest piece of cloth and pulled the material across her body to hide her nakedly quivering tits. "Lyle, don't you dare!"

The angry engineer's breath came faster as he grabbed her wrist and yanked her slender arm to one side with brutal ease so that her huge quaking tits leaped free and bounced up in front of his face. He half grunted, half growled as he stared at the smoothly billowing mounds. Consistent with the blonde's slightly blushing complexion, her small round nipples were the palest of pink, delicate and finely formed.

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.

"Lyle, you have to hear me! If you don't stop, I'm going to scream for help!" But she knew that screaming would be useless. Everyone was indoors with the air-conditioners going full blast.

He paused, blinking, his thumbs hooked lewdly in his shorts. Then he yanked his underwear down, having some difficulty pulling it over his hugely throbbing prick.

It was enormous!

Claire was suddenly more frightened than she had ever been before in her life as she looked at his massively pulsing cock. Before, when they had petted in the dark car, she hadn't got such a good look at it.

Now her fingers flew to her mouth as she saw the full immensity of his prick jerking so menacingly in front of her in the dim light from the blinds-covered window. Thick veins snaked along its heavy shaft, carrying even more hot blood to the already lust-swollen head that was bulging a plum-colored red. His pulsing cock-tip was spread and shone in the half-light with its smooth swelling thickness. It hung away from his body and swung heavily toward her, as though it were sensing her – about to strike!

His hair-dappled cum-bloated balls hung low as he stood in front of her, a frightening specimen of masculine sexuality with his rippling belly muscles and his hair-covered chest tapering in a "vee" to his lean hips and the veins standing out on his biceps and oaklike arms. He had done a lot of physical work at the building sites, and it showed. His muscles glistened with sex-sweat and heat. Abruptly, a shudder of involuntary admiration combined with fear went through the cringing young blonde.

With a roar, the young engineer was over her, twisting her defenselessly naked body and sending her sprawling backward on the bed. He fell on top of her with a crash that made little stars explode in the room before her eyes as she felt the breath knocked out of her and pain spread through her chest and belly.

With another roar, his brutal wet mouth was cutting off her scream by locking onto hers, crushing her full sensuous lips, bruising them as he ground fiercely down and his tongue wormed its hot way up into her mouth. Claire fought to catch her. breath, thinking she would gag or suffocate as she felt his full weight and the long hotly throbbing shaft of his cock pulsating against her fearfully cringing belly.

Tears dimmed her eyes as he forced her long slender legs apart, bruising and pinching the sensitive flesh of her smooth inner thighs. He forced her legs wider still until the muscle cords stood out like alabaster-colored cables along her upper thighs.

With all her strength, she pulled her mouth free and sobbed. "Oh God, Lyle, stop! Think what you're doing!"

A stinging slap was his only answer. She never saw the blow, only felt it sponge into her face, numbing her with pain. She gasped for air and sobbed, thinking she would pass out… almost hoping for unconsciousness.

With a grunt, he shifted his weight and seized the stunned wife's wrists again, forcing them up and back over her head. Then she felt his cock, the heatedly throbbing head of it like some jerking wild thing, at the entrance to her fear-tensed cunt. The terrified blonde wife shut her eyes and tightly contracted her cunt walls in an effort to prevent him from fucking her, to prevent this brutal rape. Then the pressure at the tiny pussy hole up.between her legs began, built, then became a searing firebrand of agony.

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggghghhhhhh!"

Suddenly, his thickly insistent cock head plowed forward, easily spreading her defenseless cunt lips that parted reluctantly under the sheer power of his thrust. Lyle lifted his torso and stared down between their nakedly conjoined bodies. His excitedly pulsating prick was poised, its sheath pulled back tight from the tip that was almost a deep red color from the blood that throbbed and pounded in it. With something akin to wonder, he saw the swollen cock head was almost completely covered by her wide-stretched, hair-lined pussy lips that had so reluctantly parted to make room for his invading thickness.

Her entire cunt furrow was quivering in fear as he thrust his lust-thickened prick forward and he saw her pussy lips part and fold inward under the force of his entry, revealing the tiny pink bud of her little clit standing proudly erect and throbbing in its own wet valley.

Again, he gave a laugh that ended in a snort as he thrust his hips forward, causing the captive young wife to cry out in agony as his penetrating cock – like a mammoth redwood tree – disappeared up into her lewdly stretched cunt hole.

"Aaaaggggggrxhrrhhhh!" Claire screamed as she felt her:trembling thighs being spread even more painfully apart, and she gave out another birdlike mewl of distress, but it made no difference to him.

The powerful thrust of his cunt-stretching prick up into her helplessly stretched pussy forced her quaking ass-cheeks to clench and her legs to jerk up in the air. He began plunging and withdrawing with an oxlike strength, brutally and lewdly fucking in and out of her tight little cunt, sawing heedlessly away with his wetly glistening cock.

The engineer's fucking was merciless and wild and his hands were all over her naked young body as he pinched and massaged her fearfully quivering tits, leaving scratches on her smooth, white belly and bruises on her shoulders and tits. He was raping her, but she could do nothing to stop him. Her mind was near hysteria, but she really didn't want to scream and get outside help. She didn't want anyone to know – ever – that she had herself involved in this horrible depraved infidelity.

Each savage fuck was hurting the ravished blonde wife now, jostling her humiliated body as he pounded his massively pulsating hardness home, its head banging up against the cushiony tip of her cervix, causing her to wince at each stroke. He was fucking into her so hard that the force of his lunges was shoving her helplessly squirming body deep down into the mattress.

Claire never stormed struggling or pleading, but her voiced protests were as futile as her pathetic efforts to escape. This man she'd thought she was attracted to was fucking into her as hard and as violently as he could now, with his arms straight down at his sides, and his clawlike fingers digging savagely into her spasmodically quaking ass-cheeks.

Lyle felt a slow aching pressure building deep within his cum-filled balls; and he gripped her frantically wriggling ass-cheeks and squeezed with a crushing strength, feeling her quake from head to toe in protest as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.

"Oh, fuck… oh, oh," he gasped, and groaned, increasing the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked' like a wooden paddle hard against her wetly trembling cunt as his long, thick cock rammed far up into the hidden recesses of her obscenely violated belly.

When he felt himself cumming, he put his hands down beneath her knees and shoved her widespread thighs up over her shoulders until her knees were on each side of her head and her tight little pussy defenselessly exposed to whatever outrage he wanted to perpetrate on it. A moment later, he ground his huge, lust-hardened prick as far up into her wetly opened cunt as he could go, rousing groans of passion from his lips that once again locked tightly to hers. His hands again clasped her squirming ass-cheeks in a death grip, the ache in his heavily bloated balls becoming unbearable.

Now! The moment was now!

He gasped into the unreciprocating wetness of her mouth, felt the wild staccato bursting of his prick and then, with a deep soul-shattering roar that went on and on, his white-hot cum exploded deep up inside her belly, spewing its liquid far into the rippling depths of her lewdly stretched cunt!