Chapter 4

It was obvious the sheik had kept his promise to his other wives, because Adrienne wasn't bothered the rest of that day. At night, she was forced to sleep with her door open, told by Peggy that the sheik occasionally liked to wander into the harem and select from among his brides and concubines. In addition, a patrol of single eunuchs would wander by at various times during the night to make certain all the females were sleeping comfortably.

It occurred to Adrienne that if they were patrolling, then the eunuchs weren't all guarding the stairways and elevators. Tonight they would expect her to possibly try and make some kind of break. But she would wait.

The following day, she discovered how boring life was in the harem. The sheik was off on business, and the women were left to their own devices. Most of them lazed around the pool in the main room, while others lay on their beds in their private quarters and ate chocolates while watching TV. Adrienne kept herself busy by re-reading her law books, brushing up on the various statutes she hoped to employ against Ibn Musa when the time came that she made good her escape.

It wasn't until the evening that Shirley, the slightly pudgy blonde concubine who had helped scrub her and then had held her legs while the sheik had plundered her walked into her room. As always, she was dressed in harem pants and a see-through vest that hardly covered her ample bosom even when it was bound in front. Each woman wore a different color, or at least a different shade. Adrienne's color was azure blue, and she found the wardrobe in her bedroom was filled with similar pants and vests, all the same color, so she wasn't surprised when Shirley appeared wearing the same peach-colored clothing.

"Our lord and master, the chosen of Allah wishes to be with you," Shirley told her. "I've been sent ahead to let you know so you can prepare for him."

"How does one prepare to be raped?" Adrienne asked, "Because I have no intention of willingly giving myself to him."

"You must bathe in the pool and annoint your body with the various perfumes you have been given. The fragrances please the Light of the East. Don't say anything about being unwilling. You know he'll take you anyway, and when you're willing you'll find it's so much better."

"Well I'm not willing," Adrienne insisted.

"But you still have to bathe in the pool and scent yourself," Shirley insisted. "If you don't, the master will not only be angry with you, but with me for being remiss in my duty. The bastinado is terrible punishment."

"Big deal," Adrienne shrugged.

"If you don't go willingly, I'll have to call Abdul."

"Oh hell! Not that lard gorilla," Adrienne snapped. "All right!"

She rose and followed Shirley to the mainroom where she undressed under the watchful eyes of the fat eunuch and stepped into the heated pool where she allowed the concubines to once again scrub her. Since she, herself, was considered a concubine, she knew she would eventually be expected to perform similar rites with the other women. Well the sheik had himself one helluva surprise if he expected her to wash anyone else's ass.

Afterward, she was once again toweled down until her skin was a tea-rose color. Then she slipped into fresh clothing of the same type, which Shirley had taken the liberty of scenting with perfume.

She was ushered to the same bed where she had been violently raped the previous day, and she realized everyone in the harem was once again going to witness her degradation. The bed, like all the others in the room, smelled of a lightly pleasant scent, and the silk sheets had been changed. She was conscious of temperature changes because the hair on her mons was gone, and her exposed pussy felt either heat or cool air that much more sensitively.

She sat on the bed and all the others sat on the floor in a semi-circle around the bed as Ibn Musa came into the room. If nothing else, the man was fastidious in his own cleanliness. Addrienne was thankful he didn't stink.

When he removed his satin robe, once again revealing his enormous pike, she wondered how he had the stamina considering he'd had to satisfy three other wives the previous afternoon and evening. Apparently he paced himself well.

Silently he walked over to her, his cool dark eyes surveying her white body through the transparent clothing she wore. When his gaze lingered on her vagina, she clamped her hands over it and said, "I have a sudden urge to go to the bathroom."

But even as she said it, she knew it wasn't true. Her vagina was suddenly throbbing like an abscessed tooth, and she realized that even if she outwardly wanted nothing to do with him, her body was aching for more of him.

"Remain calm and relaxed," he told her, sitting on the edge of the down bed.

"How can I remain calm with you here, and all these people about to watch what you intend doing to me?" she asked.

"You must learn obedience," he insisted. "The others watch so they can see than I treat you with no more favor than I treated any of them when they were first brought here. You will open your legs."

She was frightened, aware he would shortly plunge his fleshy poker into her interior and rummage through her as he had the last time. What irritated her most was the thought that she was probably going to end up enjoying it again, letting all these people see how he was able to control her, just as he controlled all his other women.

The man's gaze was rivited on her groin, and her hand, pressing into her crotch, made her reveal the pantaloons she presently wore had strategic openings in them. He was smiling all the more widely as his hand reached out and touched her slim thigh.

"Don't," she gasped, jumping.

"If, as you say, you have a full bladder, you will learn muscle control now, and it will tighten you up that much more inside so that I'll be able to enjoy you all the more," he informed her, his hand sliding up the inside of her thigh.

Adrienne clamped her thighs tightly shut, but the hand of the sheik was not be denied. It forced its way in between.

"Please don't do this-not in front of all the others," she gasped, her entire body quaking.

"Of course in front of the others," he insisted. "Just as you will be required to witness the initiation of any concubine who is brought here after you."

"I'm not a concubine," Adrienne insisted, and rolled away from him onto her side.

It was a mistake on her part. The movement merely widened the opening between her thighs, and now the sheik's experienced fingers probed, seeking the soft satin of her cuntlips, and at the same time her buttocks, also with a hole in the pantaloons, were exposed to his burning eyes. The lovely brown-haired woman did her best to shift back, but Ibn Musa cupped her soft buttocks, his fingers digging and probing at both, her asscrack and her cunt, and she was aware of the long, thin darts of his manual digits attempting to penetrate her twin orifices.

Furious and outraged that this man should treat her like some object rather than a human being, once again maddeningly insulted by the humiliation of being a creature made use of at the whim of a man she despised, she decided to fight. She clawed with her nails and kicked with her feet, using her elbows, her knees, biting with her teeth and butting with her head. The Arabian merely laughed and pinned her all the more firmly to the bed with his weight, proving how totally helpless she was at all times. All this did was make her struggle that much more, refusing to pay attention to the feeling of his fingers as they probed her feminine pocket and anal tunnel. Her struggles made her feel pain as well as pleasure, and the pain aroused in her the need to fight him off. At one point she went totally wild and began screaming, and it was only then that the sheik ripped her see-through vest from her body that she became aware how totally naked and helpless she really was. His mouth sought and bound her breast, and his teeth clamped on her nipple, letting her know if she struggled, he might bite through it.

Gasping, Adrienne lay back and tried wresting his heavy, prespiring face away from her quivering body. The harder she tried, the more aware she was of the way his teeth were fastened on her nipple, almost as if he intended chewing it off. The harder she struggled, the deeper his teeth bit, and she knew she had to stop. Finally she stopped struggling, whimpering as she realized once again he was going to use her and there was nothing she'd be able to do about it.

"Much, much better," the man smiled, sitting up.

His hand once again delved into her secret recess, coaxing her thighs wide apart. He flattened his palm against the pouting swells of her outer vaginal lips and began rubbing circularly. Then his middle finger found the sought-for orifice, and little by little slid into her, feeling how wet she was inside. The finger slid in and out, in and out, making all kinds of slurping sounds.

Abruptly Adrienne shuddered and started gasping as she realized the man's thumb had once again found her clitoris and was already teasing it, rubbing and massaging the tiny bud, making it turn from a button into a little elongated peg of flesh. Her mind was already starting to forget about resisting. Nor did she think about the harsh way his teeth had chewed on her nipple to keep her submissive. Though she kept thinking how she hated him, deep down she knew she wanted him to do the same thing he had done to her the previous day. She wanted to feel the full length of his throbbing cock jamming itself into the narrow tightness of her vagina, filling her and stretching her, rubbing back and forth, massaging her walls, moving in and out, finally spitting out the hot seed that seemed to intensify the thrills she had constantly felt. She wanted that wonderful sense of overpowering climax charging through her, and though she wouldn't openly admit it, especially to this man, her body craved it.

The dark-skinned man smiled, instantly recognizing the desire lighting up her eyes. His hands pulled away from her shuddering torso as he stared at her with the wisdom of the ages on his face, as if her were all men and knew what it was any woman needed.

He stood, his hands on his hips, staring down at her as she shuddered as if letting him know she wanted more without saying it. Her eyes were riveted on the long, circumcised length of hard penis, refusing to take her eyes from it.

Panting as if her lungs were about to blow up because she was unable to exhale, incapable of being able to do more than merely lie there and stare with salivating hunger at the massive pike extended before her staring eyes-her legs now wide apart, her vagina bubbling with need for the organ-she watched the man stare haughtily down at her as if laughing at her. Even the curly black hair at the base of his penis seemed arousing, and when the penis twitched, the head swelling, oils seeping from it as the glans enlarged for an instant before receding, she sighed as if she were a bride and this man was her groom, and she was once again embarking on a wedding night.

"Remove the pantaloons," he insisted.

She lay there, hesitating for only a moment, but she knew she would obey. As if mesmerized, she finally sat up, and then slid the harem pants off, tossing it to the side so that she was now totally naked. The fact that more than a dozen pairs of eyes were watching seemed unimportant at the moment.

Her eyes once again took in the majestic length of the throbbing cock, and then involuntarily strayed to the bare, helpless pink cut between her thighs. God! She felt as if her cuntlips had suddenly bloated with air. Because of the way she sat on the bed, it was impossible for her to see her vaginal opening, but it felt so helpless, naked as it was, the interior sucking air. She had to restrain her hand from moving to the gap and sinking into it. This was wrong, all wrong. It was perverted, so totally unlike her. She had never, but never had such feelings until she had been kidnapped. It made her wonder if he had doctored her food in any way.

God! The past twenty-nine hours had been a total nightmare. Imagine, now, in the last past of the Twentieth Century, she was being abducted by a moorish bandit, a believer in Allah, and she was a prisoner in his Park Avenue harem of all places, unable to free herself. Freedom was only yards away. Not miles, yards. But at the moment she wondered if she would have the courage to accept that freedom even if it were offered to her. Though she detested being any man's slave, what was even worse was the knowledge that she was a greater slave to the burning needs within her. Something told her that other men might not be able to gratify her inner needs. Her physical needs had taken such powerful control of her, she was no longer able to bring her mind to bear on the outrage that had been perpetrated on her.

Now, eyes pasted to the throbbing breadth of her abductor's lengthy manhood, seeing his belly tighten as her own thighs tensed in anticipation, her mind kept telling her to resist while her body let her know that under no circumstances would she be able to do so.

She was sitting up, her back braced against cushions, and he knelt close to her, his cock mere inches from her beautiful face. Yesterday she would have been horrified at seeing such an object so close. Now all she felt was a twitching arousal in the sodden depths of her longing cunt.

She gasped when his hand reached out and ran itself over her flesh.

"Dear woman," he whispered. "You're like burning satin, and you arouse fires of delight within me."

Not knowing what to do, aroused by his touch, the lovely girl began squirming, anxious to have him finally do what he came here to do. She wanted to feel the forceful thrust of his masculine pole in the quivering depths of her aching vagina. Still she would not let him know of her feelings, for to do so meant utter defeat. Her hips jerked, lifting off the mattress, and she actually sighed as his long middle finger once more probed the interior of her vagina.

"Now you are the one who will have to learn," the sheik told Adrienne. "You must learn the exquisite joy of using the senses. I want to feel you caress my pestle before I bury it in your mortar." As he spoke he brought the broad tip of the penis closer to her lovely face.

"I-I can't," Adrienne insisted, turning her head away. , "I wish you to touch it," the man insisted. "I want you to feel the rigid strength in it, strength built by the sight and feel of you, strength that only your body can remove. I want you to show me how much you adore this part of me before I once again bury it inside you." As he finished the sentence he forced a second finger into the narrow tightness of her crushing little hole, pushing the two fingers that much deeper into her.

"Hhhhhaaaauuuunnnngggghhhh!"

Adrienne was wiggling her broad hips against the wedge spreading the lips of her aching vulva. Against her will one of her hands lifted itself as she stared at the massive organ. Dear God! It was so immense. It looked even longer and thicker than it had, yesterday. The more she stared at it, the bigger it became ... or so it seemed. She was certain this time it would never be able to stretch her enough, and her inner flesh would be ripped to shreds. But even as she thought all this, she knew she wanted to feel it buried inside her. She didn't give a damn any longer if he ripped her wide open. All that mattered was that she feel it worming its way into her, filling her with its thickness, and then unleashing its seminal contents into her. Her need at this point was overpowering.

The sheik reached out and took her slim wrists gently, guiding her uncertain hands to the massive length attached to him. His own fingers closed around hers, making them coil around his cock, and she sensed the pulsating fire shooting through it.

"Now," he told her, "you must show everyone here how well you have learned to obey. I want you to reach forward with those beautiful lips and suck very gently on my penis. Do not attempt to bite, for the penalty for that is to have your teeth pulled out of your head, one at a time. Just put my cock in your lovely mouth and proceed to suck on it until I tell you to stop."

Adrienne reacted violently, shuddering and pulling back. The heat that had steadily built within her had instantly dissipated the moment she had heard him make such a filthy suggestion. Her mind had speculated on the massive girth in relation to the narrowness of her tiny cunt, but the idea of putting such a massive thing in her mouth? Not in a million years! She was almost able to feel the titanic organ clogging her throat, preventing her from swallowing or breathing, and she mentally gagged.

"Never!" she gasped out loud. "I'll never do anything like that, no matter what you threaten to do to me. One thing you'll never make me do is put that awful, disgusting thing in my mouth."

The gasps from the women surrounding her let Adrienne know they felt she had committed some kind of grievous sin. She had referred to a part of the light of the East as disgusting.

He raised his hands to silence them. Then he said, "Because she is still new here and new to our ways, she can be forgiven her foolishness to a certain extent. However, she definitely will have to learn."

"Wh-what are you going to do?" Adrienne asked, her eyes wide with fear.

"I am going to teach you manners where I'm concerned," he told her, withdrawing his fingers from the narrowness of her sodden vagina.

Before she was able to fathom his intentions or move in any way, his legs were around her upper body as he straddled her breasts, and Adrienne was staring at the pulsating head of his bloated phallic lance. She was aware he had taken great care not to smell, having dabbed cologne in the hairs of his pelvis after washing up. Terrified beyond belief, she watched him steer the massive penis toward her lips. Her head tried backing away, but cusions behind her prevented her from retreating.

"No...." she shrieked, and then clamped her lips tightly shut.

He was sitting heavily on her breasts, the skin of his flat buttocks pressing against her sensitive nipples making them enlarge and all but cut into his skin. He pinched her nostrils shut with one hand and applied pressure with the fingers and thumb of his other hand against the hinges of her jaw, forcing her to open them. Without wanting to, Adrienne opened her mouth.

"Ah, precious little flower, you're learning quickly," Ibn Musa smiled. "Pretend it's a stick of candy and soon you'll grow to love it. I had to persuade poor Peggy to do this the same way I'm teaching you, but today Peggy adores fellatio, don't you, my golden-haired angel?"

"Your pleasure is my pleasure, lord," Peggy said, moving around so that she was standing where Adrienne was able to see her. "Do not fight, Adrienne. Do as the light of the East insists, for in the long run you'll find how much more you'll enjoy everything. Whatever he has taught us has been as much for our own benefit as it is for his, and you'll soon see how much total pleasure you'll derive from doing everything. The sooner you allow yourself to surrender to the feelings within you, the better off you'll be."

With the cock halfway in her tightly closed mouth, Adrienne shook her head. Sh, refused to be demeaned this way.

The persistent pressure of the driving cock was too much for the lovely brunette. Slowly but surely the penis forced its way into the tightness of her gullet, the broad head expanding her esophagus, making her gag and choke. Where moments before she had been more than willing, say rather eager to have him fuck her the normal way, her mind was now once again filled with nothing but loathing for him.

The head of his penis was pulling back now, acting as a tongue depressor, scraping over her bottom teeth, and then it was pushing right back in again. She wanted to clamp her teeth into his hard flesh, but she new better. He would keep his promise about having her teeth pulled, and she was smart enough to know if she really damaged him in any way, not only would he see to it she suffered more than he, but the other women would feel robbed of what was rightfully theirs, and they would also take out their frustrations, by beating her.

When he thrust the full length of his penis into her mouth, she strangled as the head pushed into her pharynx. His balls hit her chin, making her aware of their wrinkled contours, and even his asshole rubbed against her throat, though her nostrils told her he had been at meticulous about cleaning himself there as the other women had been about cleaning her. But the pressure of the cock in her gullet was becoming too much, and she knew she would black out. Maybe she would choke to death, and then the sheik would have an unexplained death on his hands. If she was unable to revenge herself in life, perhaps her death was what was needed.

"Come, little pigeon of my heart," she heard him say. "Suck just a bit for now," he insisted, resting his balls on her chin as he inched his buttocks closer to her. "When I'm ready to come, I'll pull my cock from your mouth and fuck you as you wish to be fucked, you sweet little thing. Come now, suck ... suck ... just a little."

But Adrienne knew better than to surrender to him. She continued writhing and squirming, her head pressing itself back against the cushion supporting it until she almost lay flat. Still the throbbing phallic probe in her mouth continued sinking deeper. Her eyes wide with horror, she watched as more and more of it buried itself in her oral tunnel, the head digging that much deeper into the tightness of her gullet, unmindful of the way she was struggling to be free.

"Ggggghhhhhaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh . ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... can' s'and 'is...." she gurgled. "Any'ing ... no' 'hissssss ... no morrre ... p'eassssse ... "

The sheik paused for a moment and stared down at her helpless face stuffed with his meat roll. His eyes narrowed and he smiled. His penis throbbed in its new-found holder, and he signaled to the eunuch to add yet another pillow behind the girl's head. The bloated half-man did as his master ordered.

Iba Musa cupped Adrienne's lovely face in his hands, and after holding the full length of his cock all the way into her gullet, slowly pulled back, allowing her to breathe. Then, without warning, the sheik rammed forward again, this time sinking the littlest bit deeper as he gasped, "Ahhhhhhhhh ... that's perfect!"

Adrienne gagged and choked as the glans seemed to be reaching down into her belly. But now the man's cock was firmly buried inside her esophagus. She was aware there was no chance at all for the organ to be removed unless he should wish it. His hands were already sliding away from her pallid checks, and one hand slid behind, wandering over her flat belly, seeking, then finally finding the opening of her vagina, and a finger slowly sank into it, moving rapidly in and out, building heat in her oven all over again.

"Aaaaannnnnhhhhh ... hhuu hhhuu uuunn nnnhh hhhaa eeeii uuhh nnhh!"

Once more the lovely Adrienne found her hips involuntarily rotating and gyrating. The unruly little clitoris that was now violently aroused as it stood at the gateway to her inner self, shuddered as continual sensations of seething, scalding thrills charged through her quaking form. The horrible breadth continually slipping in and out of her mouth seemed just a little less dreadful than before. Then she stopped caring, once more letting her thighs spread themselves wide apart, opening her vagina for his probing fingers, her own hand flatly pressing against the cheeks of his ass as his balls battered her chin again and again. Her lips pursed tightly around the length of the organ, sucking on it as if it were a peppermint cane and the head was one of those sweet, orange-flavored all-day suckers she had enjoyed so much when she'd been little.

She sucked with vitality, and it came to her how much she was enjoying what she was doing, just as Isak Ibn Musa had predicted. As she sucked, she remembered the fragrance of his sperm filling her nostrils when he had erupted in her cunt the previous day. It made her wonder just what the seminal flow tasted like.

Then the senstion was gone. The sheik was no longer sinking his cock into her throat, letting the knob rest on her tongue as he said, "No more, sweet Adrienne. If we continue this way, we both know what will happen. I want to save my seed for your cunt."

Reluctantly, the lovely woman permitted him to pull his penis all the way back. Her lips tightened around the head, and when he tugged it from her mouth, there was the sound of a cork coming out of a champagne bottle.

"Well?" he asked. "Will you behave so I can fuck you properly?"

"Yesssssssssssss...." she hissed. "Do it to me ... fuck me...."

She had said the F word. It was a word she had feared all her life, and now it had flowered from her as naturally as any law word. "Fuck me! she heard herself say again. "Fuck me in my cunt!"

The sheik needed no instructions as to what to do. Before the words were out of her mouth, the man had moved down, positioning himself between the pillars of her raised thighs, the head of his cock aiming itself at the gaping slash that was her cunt. Slowly he let himself move closer, the tip of his rod beating against the roundness of her asscheecks as if trying to sniff out the entrance to her tunnel of love.

"Oh yes!" she gasped, feeling it so close and yet so far, just missing the entrance to her womanly grotto.

Without thinking, she reached down with her right hand, sliding it between her thighs and wrapping tremblingly anxious fingers tightly around the massive breadth of the mighty organ, guiding the fiery purple glans to her furiously anxious vulva.

"Fuck it into me!" she shouted, her breath spewing hotly into his handsomely devilish face. "All the way in, like the last time."

The sheik groaned, and somehow he seemed different to her. He was no longer the imperious lord and master of her body, but merely a man. She was the imperious one, an imperious concubine, if there was such a thing. She ruled him for the moment, for when his cock would invade her cunt, he would be surrounded by her, trapped within her, controlled for a brief time by her. The hardness seemed gone from his features, and his eyes were looking at her with admiration rather than disdain. As a man he was far from repulsive, and the more she came to know him, the more she realized he fitted her mental image of the perfect man.

She gripped his cock firmly and hoisted her buttocks a little, enjoying the fact that he was as tremulous as she as she began slipping his throbbing organ into the tightness of her pussy. She looked from his face down the lengths of their bodies and was amazed at how perfectly they seemed to blend together. How incredible this all appeared. Indeed, how marvelous was the staff he possessed. Not only did it possess the ultimate in pleasure for her, but now hidden in the pink folds of her sucking pussy were the membranes capable of changing this man from a horrible monster into a loving man. Little by little his thickness sank ever deeper into the tender clutch of her interior.

"Oh my God!" Adrienne gasped, as the final bit of cock sank itself out of sight into the tightness of her sucking pussy.

"You're good, baby-like woman," he told her. "Your interior is hotter than the sun in the Arabian desert."

Much as Adrienne was enjoying herself, it occurred to her she might be able to fuck her way to freedom, even if it meant being caught naked outside. Just as he had made her ache for his cock, so he ached for the feel of her cunt, and he was as overwhelmed by her as she had been by him. All she had to do was let him vent himself on her, sapping his strength, and then getting away while everyone else was intent on seeing to his aid and comfort, afterward. She remembered no one had paid attention to her once he had rolled off her.

Yes, maybe she'd be able to use the valley between her thighs to knock this man out and then get away while everyone else's attention was on him. After all, it was evening now, and the eunuchs guarding the stairs were now patrolling and she might indeed have a chance of getting away.

Adrienne smiled to herself. This was a game two would be able to play, and she intended eventually coming out the winner. She hurled her calves high on his body and wrapped them tightly around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back as she wrapped her arms around his strong, masculine neck.

"Fuck me really good!" she whispered, humping with all her might against the length of his rod. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The sheik's hands gripped her buttocks firmly, and he began violently pounding himself into her, fucking her so hard, her head was hitting the cushions behind her. The big, stiff cock raking the interior of her hot cunt was thrilling her even more than before as he swept her thighs higher so that she was able to wrap her ankles around his neck, as well. She was thrilled again, thrilled and caring for the moment only about enjoying what she was feeling. She would think about escape a little later.

She shuddered as his hands gripped her buttocks and lifted her up to him, and then, with her legs still tightly gripping him around the neck, and his hands clasped behind her spine, he rolled onto his side, then made her roll over on top of him. She was sitting with her feet around his head and his hands supporting her buttocks as he lifted her up and down the great length of his throbbing pike. His eyes were staring fascinated at the way her naked cunt twitched as he held her. She was leaning forward to keep the cock from coming out, and even went so far as to press a finger against the organ each time she rose to make sure the penis didn't slide out of her. Her thighs were quivering with tautness as she sat on his groin, moving up and down, up and down, propelled by the movements of his lifting hands. The muscles in her abdomen tautened each time she lifted herself, now digging the flat soles of her feet into the cushions on either side of the sheik's head, her upstanding nipples two little pink eyes that seemed to be staring right back at the sheik. She continued fucking her cunt on the huge shaft, drawing her legs back now, using her knees to gain leverage. His hands slid from beneath her buttocks to the rounded mounds of her breasts and he rubbed the full paps, pressing into them as she leaned forward, humping insanely, pressing herself all the more firmly into him.

She stopped very suddenly, her body lifted, the cock half-in and half-out. She was teetering on the edge of orgasm, knowing the prolongation would not only make it that much stronger for herself, but for the sheik. Any moment now and she would be in the land of shattered nothingness. Her entire body went tense, and the sheik, unable to stand the way she was drawing everything out, gripped her hips and began pumping her wildly up and down, up and down, lifting his own knees to let him dig his feet into the mattress for better support. Had he not held onto Adrienne's hips, she would have gone flying off him, totally out of control at this point.

Her hands went into her hair, her fingers running through the strands of curly locks. She shuddered from head to toe as she felt her vagina clutch uncontrollably at the rampaging length of cock inside her quivering body. Then the walls of her vagina seemed to become rigid immovable objects as Ibn Musa continued socking his cock into her.

Adrienne was no longer able to control herself.

"AAAIIIIYYYEEEAAA GGGHHHAA NNGGG HUUUNNNN!" she shrieked.

"ALLLLAAH AAAHHH ... AKKKBAR RAA AR-RRRR...." the sheik bellowed, and his seed went spurting into the depths of her tunnel.

The cock twitched and jerked and thrashed inside her as it spurted its seed into her spasming cunt, the sperm like some sort of balm. Then, out of breath, she tilted to the side and felt his shrinking penis slip out of her. As she lay there, she watched the fuss being made over the man, and she slowly -edged away from them, aware of the semen dripping down the sides of her legs.