Chapter 7
Sharon's chilly sweat dried on her skin. An aching emptiness at the center of her pussy told her that the sheik's cock had popped out of her vagina. A thick; soupy mess of semen and cunt cream flowed from her pussy like gruel. She lay on her side in the tent, half-listening to the voices of two men.
It was dimmer in the tent. Sharon realized vaguely that the sun had gone down. The short, clipped syllables of one voice reminded her of something. It was hard to focus. The girl strained to remember. Not until hard, callused hands took her ankles and lifted her did it come to her. Ben, the British-trained Arab commander, was back. She sorted through the fog in her head, but all she remembered of the conversation was a tone of betrayed rage.
The heavy tent flap brushed her side. The sky outside was still bright enough to hurt her eyes. Sharon squeezed her whole face tight. The measured, powerful tones of the sheik's voice came to her ears.
". . . has betrayed and lied to our cousin. It nearly cost the life of this brave soldier of Allah. Now we show what the wrath of God holds for the Zionist who seeks to steal our land, our very life, from us!"
Sharon shook her head. Whoops of joy and rage assaulted her ears. It was like a zoo cage with the cacophony of cries and calls. More hands gripped her. She opened her eyes, and a bearded face pushed against hers. Twisted, brown-stained teeth and breath like a moldy ashtray all but shocked her. A knife jabbed the outside of her thigh. She arched, rolling onto her side.
The hard hand that bounced into her crotch grabbed a fistful of still-wet cunt flesh. Sharon cried out in pain as the man's ragged fingernails scraped her labia. His fingers pried and twisted at her. One digit stabbed into the center of her vagina. Sharon winced as the nail scraped cream and semen from her cuntwalls. The sensitive skin ripped inside. Other hands attacked her ass, kneading, molding, pressing her taut cheeks into distorted masses of heat.
Naked on the sand, she felt coarse cloth brush against her belly. In the next instant, a prickhead stabbed against the bruised pad of her labia. The fingers in her cunt slipped out, tugging cruelly at the inside of her sphincter. She felt a pulse of heat travel to the glans that pressed against her pudendum. With a squirming, half-limp wiggle, the knob squirted into her cunt. Sharon felt it deflect inside her sleeve, bending with the eager rush of the Arab's first insertion.
Sharon lifted her knee automatically. She bore down to ease the cock head's way into her slot. With a gasp of pain, insult, and heat, she felt the semi-flaccid head slide further into her cunt. A hand writhed between her belly and the Arab's. Fingers poked and pried around her clit. Sharp little bursts of pain and heat flared outward from the button as it grew.
Sharon was amazed. The Arab was flogging his half-erect cock back and forth in her like a madman, shouting incoherently in her ear. His fingers ripped at her cunt-hairs. His nails scraped and dug at her clit. The whole soft pit of moist tissues around her clitty was raw from his gouging, and the pain sent her heat rising like a starshell in a night sky. She arched her back and ground against him.
More hands ran over her body. Sharon leaned back, away from the Arab. She stayed welded to him at the hips, grinding and rolling. She was amazed and disgusted with herself for the lewd abandon of her motions. It was still nearly full daylight, and wherever she looked she saw Arabs, both male and female, watching the lusty exhibition. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the stiffening cock that reamed so steadily, so frantically, in her cunt.
But those hands on her tits and her ass didn't allow her to concentrate. Fingers probed the shallow curve where her thighs met her asscheeks. A hand dug at the long, shallow cleft of her ass. Sharon squirmed. She found herself moving simultaneously back and forth, pushing her pussy at one man, shoving her buttocks back at the multitude of hands on her ass. Even her shoulders moved in a separate rhythm, twisting, gyrating, seeking the hot slaps and pinches of the half-dozen hands that grasped her tits. One man kept beating down at her chest one-handed, trying to sting the convex surfaces of her breast, hitting the other Arabs more often than he struck Sharon. Another man bent from the hips and stuck his face between Sharon and the man who was fucking her cunt. His mouth locked around the whole hot rim of her nipple. He bit down.
The pain was excruciating. Sharon wailed like a steam whistle. She tried to reach his head with both hands. She gouged at his face with her thumb. More hands ripped at her arms. Sharon felt hot blood spurting from the sides of her nipple.
At last, after an eternity of pain, the man moved away. Sharon heard voices marveling, but the agonized tip of her tit didn't let her listen. Her mind was completely dominated by the searing pain. She felt the whole naked mass of her tit throbbing. A hot fluid oozed out from the rim of her aureole. Sharon moaned.
But her hips kept working, shoving, churning, wrapping the wet heat of her cunt up and down the length of a thrusting prick. It wasn't a big one, as far as Sharon knew, but it was definitely hard, and it plunged back and forth in her box like a piston. She rolled and swiveled, trying to milk her sleeve back and forth on the rod. Sharon tried frantically to milk the maximum of sensation from the cock. She felt a worried hurry rise inside her. The man's strokes were hot and hard and fast, and she was nowhere near coming. With all the energy of potential frustration, Sharon churned her hips, cunt sleeve working wildly up and down the Arab's prick. She threw her leg over his hips. Crooking her knee, Sharon pulled the hunching Arab closer. She had to get her pussy off. That strange knot of tension in her belly would tie her up, congest her whole center if she didn't. Sharon fucked at him like a maniac. She got an arm free of the other hands and pulled him close.
The Arab's robes touched the tips of her tits, then his wool-shrouded chest pressed the aching mounds into flattened pads of heat. Sharon winced at the pain of her bleeding nipple. She twisted her tits against him, opening her mouth wide with the wrenching power of the pain and the pleasure. Her intact tit sent streamers of heat to her belly, and her torn nipple threatened to make her pass out from tortured pain. She screamed again, her voice rising and falling with each jackhammer stroke of the Arab's prick.
The man's jerky motions slowed for an instant. Sharon reached for him with her cunt. She bore down, opening herself for his fiery stabs. His prick plunged back and forth in her cunt like a connecting rod, jabbing the sides, the front, the back of her tube on the way to maximum depth, then flailing back toward the mouth of her cunt. She felt a pulse travel the length of his dick. The tube at the underside of his meat shuddered. Sharon clamped down, trying to speed her own orgasm. It didn't work. With a wrenching sensation at the pit of her stomach, she felt the spurting jabs of his prick slow.
Tears of self-pity, disgust and frustration filled her eyes. Sharon squeezed the man with her thighs. She bent her knee tighter, pressing his belly against her cunt. She wanted him to keep stroking. Only a few more seconds of cock-cunt friction, of his belly on her clit, would have made her go off. She wept.
With a quick slide, then a pop that uncorked a fresh gusher of semen from her vagina, Sharon felt his knob leave her cunt. She bit her lower lip, mindful again of the circle of Arabs. She didn't want them to see her crying, naked on the sand, it was as if the crowd of tribesmen and women could see into her soul. Tears wouldn't be bad, but tears of cuntal frustration would be too degrading to stand.
Almost immediately another man took the first Arab's place. Sharon gasped, all thought of concealment gone. She threw herself at the rigid mass of his cockhead. Her cunt opened like a hothouse orchid. She was wet as a seal, and hot as the mistral itself. Sharon's legs splayed wide. She tried to roll onto her back and carry the man to climax, but he resisted. In the space of three heartbeats, Sharon found herself riding atop the man's rigid prick. She looked around her, drooling, grinning, gasping with sheer cunty heat. Fully twenty people stood around her, watching. Hands watched the scene with outright animal lust written all over their faces. She saw one of the men take a length of rope from inside his djellaba, and Sharon knew what would happen. She ground her cunt viciously up and down on the cocksman beneath her. The edge of her peak was upon her.
With a riotous sense of relief, Sharon felt the first rippling pulse of pleasure travel outward from her cunt. Her clitty was boring a hot little hole in the man's pubes. She rolled and writhed, drilling the little spear of her clitty into his belly. Ripples turned to waves, and her cunt flesh wrenched at his prick. Savagely, Sharon pictured herself ripping the man's prick from his belly. She tightened her cunt-muscle hard as any fist and rotated like a dervish.
The sheer ecstasy of her orgasm made Sharon forget about the watching crowd. She milked the Arab's cock until she could hardly stand to sit astride him. Her tits bounced. Her ass rippled. The walls of her cuntal tube massaged the whole length of his prick, urging the Arab to shove more cock up into her. Sharon babbled, begging him to fuck, to fuck strong, to fuck hard. She reached down and dug her fingers into his chest. Every cell in her body screamed for more, stronger, harder release.
A blast of pain flashed along her back. Sharon arched. Another stripe assailed her shoulder. With a sense of total, fatalistic abandon, she realized that at least one of the Arabs was whipping her. She bowed her shoulders, curving them forward to present a wider, tighter target. Another whip crack slashed along her spine. Sharon screamed.
It was rage and pain and hatred and pure, unalloyed sex. She rocked back and forth on the supine man, sliding her juice-greased ass up and down his hard, hairy thighs. Her cuntlips were mashed into a long, wide pad of juicy meat. Her whole crotch felt stuffed full, and still hungry. Sharon wanted to feel another cock, then another and another reaming into her box. She wanted the skin to lift from her back under the whip strokes. She hated herself for furiously fucking the Arabs, and she hated the Arabs for fucking her. She wanted to spread the diseased, rotten slime of her spoiled body over every man's cock in the entire desert. She felt an awesome rage and heat fill her belly. Sharon knew then that she could fuck every one of the dozen or more men and enjoy the low, bestial degradation of every second. Her cunt was polluted with their seed, and she could spread the filthy, unspeakable vileness among all the Arabs by wrapping her fevered cunt-folds around their spurting, stabbing, jabbing pricks. Her vision went red from the pain of the whipping and the hatred in her mind. She vowed to kill every one of them with her cunt. If she had to live a cripple, no arms, no legs, no tits, she would go rolling into their tents and smother them in the filthy, wretched slime of her abused cunt. Sharon roared with power. She fucked ravenously, hardly noticing when the Arab beneath her stabbed harder, pumping his poisonous seed up into her twat. Every wiggling sperm in his load was fuel for her rage. Every squamous cunt cell that touched his prick was a separate source of virulent power. Sharon worked at ripping his prick from his loins.
The rope end rose and fell, beating her back until the skin peeled away in strips. Sharon arched and bucked, grinding against his pubes until she felt the Arab's cock wilting. The man shoved up at her hips, pushing his hands against her belly. He wanted someone else to fuck her now.
"You can't! You can't, you sonofabitch!" Sharon shouted. She beat at his chest with her fists. The rope the other Arab wielded wrapped around her neck and jerked tight. Sharon gagged in mid-curse. The Arab yanked. She fell backward off the supine man's prick.
A howl of pain and outrage from the man started all the Arabs at her. Sharon's naked, sperm-slicked body submerged under a wave of wool robes and fists and kicking, sandaled feet. She felt blows hail down on her from every direction. The rope end flogged up and down, striking the Arabs more often than her. Their fists battered at her rib cage and her tits and the wrists and knuckles of their neighbors. Sharon's whole body became a target, a single huge bull's-eye of pain. She felt ribs cracking. The frantic, still-horny girl fought back.
Fingers clawed into her mouth. Sharon bit them. Men stomped her legs. She kicked them. Sandals swung at her ribs. Sharon grabbed every foot that came near. She twisted and rolled. She was balled up on her side, still kicking, still screaming, still battling with the dozens of enraged nomads.
Sheer numbers held out. Sharon's arms were captured, then her legs. It took eight men to hold her limbs out straight. Two women rushed in and jammed Sharon's mouth with rags. Another woman ran up and began beating at her cunt with a doubled fist.
The sledgehammer blows sent shocks through her. Sharon felt her clit ready to rupture. Fingers still tweaked and pinched and twisted her tits. The inflamed rage and heat in her loins made her keep struggling. She roared curses in Arabic and Hebrew. She blasted them with vermin, disease, disgusting habits...all the essentials of desert life. Her throat rasped raw with the shrieking volume of her screams. The Arabs began a chorus around her. They shouted her down. A man jumped in front of her, his cock ragingly erect. The other Arabs lifted her. The single man held his cock in front of him like a crowbar, his fist wrapped around the thick middle. With a single cunt busting stroke, the Arabs plunged Sharon forward and down onto his prick.
The man immediately started grinding his hips. The motion of his combined in-out strokes and his lascivious swiveling was degrading. The hateful leer on his face as his prick speared into Sharon's belly made the voluptuous motions doubly disgusting to her. She loathed the feeling even as her body began to respond again.
Sharon was on an endless merry-go-round of orgasm. She hardly felt his pubes mash her bruised clit before the come trigger started the pulses traveling in her cunt. She rolled her hips, out of control. The sudden stab of meat into her channel set her off again. Sharon stopped struggling with the hands that held her and started gyrating madly on the thick, stiff shaft of the Arab's prick.
The hands slowly released her. Sharon lifted her legs and put them around the man's waist. She let her head fall back. Her breasts, one tip bloodied, both mounds bare, circled on her chest like twin molds of pudding. She panted, gasping great lungfuls of air in and out with lusty grunts of overwhelming passion.
Something touched her perineum. Sharon didn't bother to pay attention. The hot, horny orgasm still rising in her cunt flesh took all her mind, all her soul, all the sensuous nerves in her body. She bogged and circled, not caring if the Arab came soon, or ever. All she wanted was a hard prick and the coarse grinding of a belly against her clit. Wave on wave of orgasm built up in her. The sensations went higher and higher. Her entire body was slicker than coconut oil as she slithered up and down the Arab's torso. She revolved. She pushed. She pulled back again, depriving her clit just for the cunty joy of moving back against the Arab's crotch.
With a rending shock that split her whole crotch open, Sharon felt the pressure against her 'tween flesh move back and up. A cockhead pierced her asshole in a single flash of agony. She screamed. Her arms and legs fell away from the man in front of her. Sharon tried to die, to fall away, to disappear from the pain and heat and ongoing pulses of continuous orgasm.
It was useless. The second man's prick was thrust well and truly into her asshole. Every desperate motion of her hips drove the prong deeper. Each gyration of her insanely hot cunt made her ass tube stretch wider around the second Arab's pulsing cock. She felt the kink at the top of her ass walls give way. The searing, stabbing pain ran from the torn ring of her rectum to the middle of her belly.
The cocks moved together, then apart. The rhythms were different. Sharon felt both knobs pressing, tearing, ripping at the thin membrane between her holes. She felt the whole gaping zone of her crotch tearing. The man whose cock was in her cunt stroked stronger. She knew that he was ready to come. She begged, her voice rising into the supersonic range of prayers and wounded bats. She wailed. Her cunt was working up and down like a mad vacuum cleaner, sucking and rolling and churning at his meat. The heat infected her split asshole.
The front fucker blasted come up into her. Sharon felt the hot jizz squirt from the edges of her cunt ring. She sobbed. She pushed herself against the ass-fucker.
The cock in her asshole shoved more strongly. Sharon felt it plunging higher into her. She could hardly breathe with the horrible, awesomely fiery pain in her ass and the shocking intensity of the orgasm that ripped through her whole crotch. She twisted like a belly dancer, reveling in the feeling of having two cocks at once. With a shock of gruesome dismay, she felt the front fucker slide out.
Sharon threw herself back against the ass fucker.
She rolled her cheeks against his belly. Her flayed, sunburned, bitten mounds were on fire. The mixed sweat and semen and splashing cunt-juice that covered her whole lower body greased the contact of her buttocks and his belly as well as it had greased the first eager slide of his prick into her shitter. Sharon writhed like an eel. Her body was slippery as a barrel of snakes. Her mou th was wide open. The ass fucker trembled. The growing charge in his balls was making him weak. He laid Sharon down on her side.
Instantly, another hard-pricked Arab jammed his meat into her box. Sharon gasped. She could barely breathe fast enough to keep the fantastic fury of her double orgasm going. She tossed her head from side to side, no longer sure if she was begging for the men to stop or to keep on. With a lurching speed that blotted out the light, a robe fell over her head. Sharon inhaled the ripe reek of a man's sweaty, overcharged balls. In another instant, she tasted his prick.
The cock jamming into her mouth was salty, bitter, hot and meaty. Sharon didn't waste time running her tongue up and down the organ. She sucked voraciously at it. Her mouth became a third cunt. Her lips wrapped around the shaft of his prick like slices of warm liver. She inhaled the end of his knob. It went to the back of her throat in a single plunging stroke, and withdrew.
Sharon gulped for it. The pounding, ramming, jamming strokes of the two pricks in her crotch speeded up. She felt the ass fucker readying himself to come. With a hot friction that threatened to turn her asshole inside out, she expected him to shoot any minute. She sucked the prick in her mouth harder. Her tongue lashed the sensitive ridge at the rim of the head. Her face bobbed up and down. The Arab jammed it to her, plunging past the back of her mouth and into her throat. Sharon took all she could. She swallowed cock. Her cunt sucked cock. Her asshole blazed around a red-hot tower of cock. All she felt was pistoning, plunging, hard-fucking meat and the wet heat of her spasming body wrapping around it. She didn't care if there were cocks jamming between her tits, into her armpits, in her hands. All she cared about was the fantastic plunging rhythm of the masses of meat in her holes.
She felt the beat of the prick in her ass match the rhythm of the cock in her cunt. Sharon sucked the wand into her mouth in the same twice-a-second tempo. The throb in her throat matched the trembles in her crotch. A wild hope hit her. As soon as she thought of all three pricks going off at once, she knew it could never happen.
It did. Jism blasted into her mouth. Sharon gargled. She struggled to swallow, but the jetting lava burning the inside of her ass tube stopped her throat-motions. The pistoning, blasting beat of the cock in her cunt, the hard nudges against her womb, told her that her cunt fucker was blasting seed into her. Jism leaked from the corners of her mouth, and it still kept blasting. Semen coated the insides of her thighs. Sperm wiggled all over her lush asscheeks. Sharon passed out in a total excess of lewd ecstasy. She lost track of everything, everyone, even the continuing come-crest in her loins. Her mind blanked out in a mixture of loathing, disgust, anger, and incredibly hot orgasm. Her body went on for hours, until every Arab's balls were dry.