Chapter 7
Although the sheik Musa Ibn Ibrahim was a religious Moslem, like many others before him, he claimed that when wine went past his lips it turned to water, and so it was no sin for him to drink wine. His son was still too young to indulge in drinking.
The sheik was a gray-haired man, clean-shaven, and clean-smelling. He dressed according to western style, with a white suit and no turban of any kind. Perhaps his only concession to Middfc
Eastern customs was his turkish water pipe, his nargileh, sitting on a large table near his white sofa. Everything in his immense living room was done in white, and if anything got dirty the sheik didn't bother cleaning it. He had it replaced. He welcomed the two women into his apartment that evening, and immediately pulled Marilyn to him, kissing her mouth and running his hands over her blue dress until they cupped her small breasts. He kissed her and Lazara watched Marilyn passionately kissing him back.
"How is my favorite American stewardess?" he asked.
Marilyn fought to catch her breath as his arm went around her and pulled her so close to him. She was able to feel his erection.
"Hey!" she gasped. "Surely they haven't done away with women in your country."
"In my country, the only interesting women are the girls of thirteen or fourteen. The rest are already old and fat before their time and totally uninteresting. I must admit," he laughed, "that making you women work for a living keeps you in fine shape for many years. In my country, a woman your age is good for nothing except to lie around a harem and massage my younger wives."
The man was pressing his stiff cock into Marilyn's belly, and it began twitching under his pants. Marilyn sensed the dull ache building in his testicles and she was glad as he held her in his arms and studied the small rounded breasts pushing out her blue dress.
Meanwhile, Ahmed, his son, a small, dark boy with large brown eyes, attired similarly to his father, looked more than a little embarrassed until Lazara decided to put the boy at his ease. The sheik had shown his good faith in advance by sending the money by private messenger to Marilyn's apart-ment. Marilyn offered to stash it all in her safe deposit box until Lazara had a chance to go to Switzerland, and since Lazara wasn't in the mood to run to her bank, she accepted.
The dusky woman, wearing an orange, flame-colored dress, moved toward the young boy, and said, "Well, well, you must be'my partner for tonight." She bent a little, because the boy was two inches shorter than she, and wrapping her arms around his neck, gave him his first kiss, pressing her fully matured body against that of the youth until his lips at last relaxed. When she finally broke away, he held her nervously at the waist, still not quite knowing what to do. His eyes stared at the tops of her bulging breasts as they pushed against the cocktail dress with the low-cut neckline.
"Bismillah!" he gasped, his eyes staring at the fullness of her paps. "I thought, on the plane, that you used something to stuff your clothing. But those breasts are real."
"Of course they're real," she assured him. "Tonight, they're yours," Lazara whispered in his ear.
"Dinner will be ready in about an hour," the sheik said, leading Marilyn into the living room and sitting with her" on one of the two large sofas that faced one another in the center of the room. His hand draped over Marilyn's shoulder so his fingers were able to caress her breast.
Ahmed sat in a large, overstuffed, equally white armchair, and Lazara lowered herself into his lap, sitting across his legs, making certain she waasn't too heavy for the boy. The sheik nodded his approval as the boy wrapped an arm around Lazara's waist. The mahogany-fleshed woman leaned down and kissed the boy again, and she had used one of her hands to guide his right hand between her thighs, letting him glide his fingers up and down her velvety flesh. His hands moved higher and higher as if he were trying to remember some instruction he had been given earlier. His fingertips touched the crotch of her panties and she opened her legs a little wider.
Marilyn moved until she was seated in the sheik's lap, opening her own thighs, letting the older man caress her pantyless pussy. His fingers rubbed expertly against her cuntlips, making them drip with inner honey.
The sight of the father titillating Marilyn brought an overpowering wave of lust to Lazara's loins. She remembered seeing how Marilyn had sucked Ralph Plank's cock, and it thrilled her to know she would now be doing the same thing with Ahmed in front of Marilyn. She turned her face to that of Ahmed, and the boy, fast losing his shyness, got the message. She hoped he would want to play with her breasts a little. That was why she had put on such a low-cut dress. As the boy's mouth crushed against hers, his hand went to the zipper at the back of her dress. Down it went, and a moment later his small, strong hands were delving into the front of her dress, grasping the large domes, kneading them gently as he tenderly lifted them from their resting place.
They continued kissing, tongues intertwining while the boy continued to massage the softness of her black-velvet breasts, teasing the nipples. They sprouted quickly into turgidly solid black cashews. He wanted to lick and kiss them, but he was afraid he might prematurely shoot his load if he did so. Never had he dreamed of enjoying a woman this way. His boyish dreams had consisted of sneaking touches of girls his own age, thinking older women would always laugh at him. He was pleased this woman respected him. Now he squeezed them, finding her breasts a bit too large for his hands. His fingers were unable to completely surround them, but the harder he squeezed, the longer the nipples jutted out. He gave an exasperated sigh and kissed the stewardess more thoroughly, stabbing his tongue through her quivering lips, surprised to feel her sucking on it, making his erection harden a lit- tie more.
Reaching down, Lazara ran her fingers lightly around the boy's slender waist, then over his hips and down his thigh. She had already decided that the boy was willingly accepting her, and this made things so much easier for her. Considering her own experience was relatively limited, she was overjoyed to find an even less experienced boy who was willing to let her do all the leading. The sheik had been wise in wanting her to fellate the boy first. Had she put his penis into her vagina, he would probably have cum like a shot. If she sucked him first, and took the edge off, when he finally did fuck her, he'd probably be able to make her explode too.
Looking out of the corner of her eye, she saw Marilyn fling a thigh wider, giving the grey-haired, handsome sheik more room for his hand between her legs. He was rubbing his finger in and out of her dripping vagina, making Marilyn gasp and smile.
As Lazara watched, Marilyn reached behind her and began pulling down the zipper of her own dress. She then eased one breast out of the shallow cup of her brassiere and grinned as the sheik made a throaty, groaning noise and thrust the blossoming brown nipple into his pursed and twitching lips. The scene built heavier desire in Lazara. She kissed the boy harder, nipping at his inexperienced tongue with her teeth, then ran one of her hands from his neck to his shuddering chest. She deliberately made him lean back while getting off his lap and turned around, and sprawling on top of him in the chair so she was able to rub her front against his, making him quake a little more. She wanted to see and feel his cock, but was afraid moving too quickly might turn the boy off. She had to be careful. She continued kissing him as she lay against him, running her hand down over his chest and touching the softness of his boyish belly. She played for a little while with the top of his pants, trying to decide if she ought to take his penis out or not. From the corner of her eye she glanced at Marilyn, who was cradling Sheik Musa's head while he sucked on her breast as his hands still played below her waist, one hand continuing to delve into her vaginal well. Then, with a muffled cry, the dark stewardess moved her hand swiftly to the thick ridge which was pushing out the young boy's pants, her fingers closing firmly over his solid young cock. For a small boy, he had a goodsized organ.
To young Ahmed Ben Musa the hold on his penis was like a sizzling electric current of delightful static charging through every blood vessel in his body. Ever since his circumcision had healed he had hoped and prayed to be able to feel a female's hand on his penis. Until today it had never happened. Now, here was this beautiful ebony woman, this stunning female whom he had never dreamed would be fiis when he had confided his desire for her to his father, and she was thrilling him by unashammedly grabbing with inflamed wantonness at his throbbing penis. He stopped sucking her tongue, knowing this was one of the things that had so thoroughly aroused him. He had to stop or he would unleash his seed then and there. Instead, he lay back in the chair, panting, unable to believe the wonderful feeling bursting through his testicles.
Lazara was suddenly aware that she, too, was more than a little affected by all this. There was this continuing urgency beating in her chest. At first she put it down to the way the shy young boy was staring at the fullness of her swollenly ripe breasts which now hung pendulously as she lifted herself from his quivering body. After awhile she realized it was due to the fact that for the first time in her very short sex life she was the aggressor. The last two times it had been the males who had come seeking her, licking her, caressing her body, building it to new heights of thrilling arousal before each of them had thrust their huge cock into her, pushing it back and forth again and again until she had finally crested. With this boy she felt the urge to make love, but it was a maternal urge. It was new, different, fantastically exciting, and it was spurred on by the sight of the sheik finally taking off all of Marilyn's clothing, exposing her nakedness to everyone. At the same time Marilyn continued kissing the older man while her fingers tugged down the zipper of his fly.
Lazara didn't look at them anymore. She knew now what she had to do. Fifty thousand dollars was an incredible sum of money and she was certain it would be a long, long time before she would earn such a sum again. She was certain most females would welcome the opportunity to show a young boy like this how to make love without being paid for it. This was really lucking out.
Raising herself a little higher, using her arms to push against the wide chair so she didn't lay completely against him now, she allowed him a full view of her magnificent breasts. The boy instantly reached out and grabbed them.
"MMMMMM . . . YESSSSS ..." she hissed softly, her lips widely smiling as the boy's fingers dug greedily into the now firmly, almost unyielding flesh of her paps. "Do you like the feel of them, Ahmed?" she asked, and without waiting for an answer, she was tugging at the boy's zipper, stopping briefly to undo the clasp at his waistband before edging her fingers into the folds of his underpants in search of his penis.
Ahmed lay back against the chair, unable to believe what was happening to him. It was all so much like a dream. His father had promised him his heart's desire, but this was even more than he had expected. He had never believed any woman would show interest in him without laughing. He studied the beautifully almost naked, dark-skinned woman on top of him, her unbelievably soft yet solid breasts in his hands, and her own warmly smooth hand now reaching for his penis. He cleared his throat the same moment he realized she was removing it from his pants, looking at the white shank with the purple head and giving it the first tender rubs that would surely make him cum.
Lazara's wide brown eyes were even wider now.
"What an absolutely beautiful penis," she whispered to the boy. "It would put that of most of the grown men in my country to shame," she told him, grasping the upthrust shaft solidly and running her fist downward so the bare wet head leaked even more colorless oil, making it shine and shimmer, the sightless eye brazenly staring back at her. "Has any female ever sucked it before?"
Ahmed made a choking sound and more drops of creamy, colorless oil presented themselves at the tip. He was about to tell her he had never been so fortunate, but he shivered uncontrollably and then all he was able to do was stare, fascinated at the lovely face now leaning toward his throbbing penis.
"You haven't answered me," Lazara said to him. "Has this adorable cock ever been sucked?"
The boy shook his head and gasped, "N-No!"
Her tongue gathered the oil seepage from the shuddering tip of the boy's phallic length, and a few moments later, her oral organ was washing and laving all over the blistering penis, bringing shock wave after shock wave of excruciating bliss sweeping through his testicles.
"He loves that."
It was Marilyn speaking from across the living room as she watched Lazara with dreamy eyes. "You've learned fast, honey. Now follow up your advantage. Go on and do it again. Do it nice and slow so you don't make the sweet boy pop too quickly."
Lazara poked her pink tongue out between her lips and slowly, very slowly ran it under the boy's coronal ridge, ignoring the gasping sounds made by the boy. There was something about the taste of a young cock that fascinated her. True, this was the first penis she had ever sucked, but she remembered the way Marilyn had licked Ralph Plank's and looking at her, one would never guess she was a novice at this.
The sheik, meanwhile, used his finger to furiously massage Marilyn's vaginal opening. The way Lazara had extracted his son's penis had fascinated him, but now he wanted a little action, himself. He ached to taste the sweet pussy which was already moist and fantastically soft, and wide open to his touch. He had fucked Marilyn once before, and she had given him the lay of his life. At that time he had presented her with a diamond and ruby necklace worth well over a hundred-thousand dollars. His oil wells were producing so much oil, he was reaping twenty-five-thousand dollars a minute, every hour, twenty-four hours a day.
Marilyn spread her quivering thighs a little wider, giving the grey haired man even more room to stroke her dripping slit.
"He'll come if you aren't careful," Marilyn warned Lazara, a happy laugh creeeping into her excitedly aroused voice.
Lazara was well aware the boy was on the brink and she slid further down, making him release her breasts. She knelt between his thighs on the floor and leaned forward, holding the boy's solid penis upright so she'd be able to bring her mouth into play all over the throbbing head.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Marilyn told her, behaving even more excitedly than Lazara as she watched the dark-skinned woman proceed. "Lick it good, hon, but don't tease the poor boy or he won't enjoy his spurting nearly as much," she instructed. Her voice had a pleading note to it, because everything now depended on the way Lazara performed.
Ahmed was too far along to restrain himself. His eyes widened as he stared at the beautiful mouth for a large, circular O. Then, with startling suddenness, that mouth was touching the tip of his penis, and the fly girl's soft, slim brown hands were holding the base of his shuddering, heaving penis, keeping the skin tightly drawn as her lips continued sucking the ragingly solid organ. "Ungh ... ungh ... ungh ... ungh ... ungh ..." he groaned as Lazara's tongue worked furiously, lashing at the swollen tip again and again, making it flex and enlarge.
"Will you look at the girl work," Marilyn whispered to the sheik, beside herself with thrilled excitement, seeing the way the black girl had taken to cocksucking. She, herself, loved sucking cock, but this was her first opportunity to see another female do it, and she saw Lazara was enjoying herself as much as she, Marilyn did at such a time. Standing up, she pulled away from the startled sheik and walked over to her friend. A moment later she was kneeling beside Lazara, and she grabbed the boy's hands and let them roam over her own breasts so the boy had mammaries to clutch while his cock was being sucked. The boy pulled and tugged at her nipples as Lazara's puckered lips continued- sucking at the swollen thickness of the youth's hard penis. They were too busy with the steady licking and sucking which Lazara was expertly completing on the moaning, groaning young boy.
The sheik reached around and pulled on Lazara's nipples, encouraging the darker woman as her sucking mouth began an up and down movement on Ahmed's penis that was making the youth gasp with thrilled insanity.
Marilyn was amazed at the expertise the other woman naturally had. Marilyn was almost positive Lazara had never done anything like this, before.
In fact, though she did know from Daryn Purcell that Lazara was no longer a virgin, she was under the impression the black girl was still a complete novitiate when it came to sex, and the way Lazara's natural instincts took over totally astonished her.
To Lazara, the sucking of this boy's thick, lengthy penis seemed like something very childish. She had to admit she enjoyed cocksucking. She had taken to it as naturally as a termite took to wood. But this was such a youthful penis, and in spite of the fact that it was tanned and thick, it looked so boyish. It made her think she was sucking on a cow's teat, and she wondered how much longer she would keep this up before the milk came forth.
Moving one hand to the boy's dark balls, she clutched them firmly, feeling them respond by jumping up and down in the tightly encasing scrotum. All this was lasting longer than anyone had anticipated, since everyone, Ahmed included, had expected the youth to pour out fountains of seminal fluid by now. Her jaws began hurting so she stopped sucking and went back to simply licking the stolid column as it shuddered against her tongue.
Ahmed, without actually coming, felt an over sensitivity in his twitching penis, and was trying to move his body so he might pull the organ from the black girl's leeching mouth. Marilyn, on the other hand, still kneeling beside Lazara, was bouncing up and down on her knees and she reached out and flatly placed one hand on the boy's belly, keeping him from escaping the continuing oral barrage Lazara was pouring down on his throbbing penis. She watched the way Lazara's lips moved, pulling out each time her head rose, then folding in each time her head went back down again.
Sheik Musa Ibn Ibrahim took the time to remove his pants and undershorts. His enormously massive cock was swinging like an immense bowsprit as he stared with lasciviousness at the two smoothly round asses before him. Both women looked so delightful, Marilyn in her total nudity, and Lazara with only her panties and stockings on. Their rounded and shapely young thighs seemed to be beckoning to his shuddering penis. Still on his knees behind them, he ran his hands up and down the smooth insides of both pairs of thighs, his fingers tickling the tufted mounds of both pussies, tugging very gently at them.
Marilyn became aware of what he was doing and squealed with surprise managing to shut her thighs, successfully trapping the older man's hand. She turned her head a little and saw his other hand busily working at Lazara's cunt, hampered by the other woman's tight panty crotch.
"Wait," she whispered to the sheik, a wide smile forming on her face as she reached over and put her fingers into the elastic tops of Lazara's briefs.
She eased them over the tapering thighs, along the I garter belt and down the stockings to the girl's knees until Lazara very obligingly lifted first one knee, and then the other. "Now allow me, sheik of a thousand delights," she said, gripping the sheik's massive pole as he steadied himself behind Lazara's buttocks.
To the dark-skinned fly girl, the delicate touch her female companion's gentle fingers touching her flesh only added to the intensity of the arousal
I she was feeling. She was still too busy licking at i what had turned out to be a very stubborn penis to really pay much attention to what Marilyn and
Sheik Musa were doing. She had truly expected the throbbing length of solid prick in her mouth to have exploded with semen long before now. The fact that it hadn't, coupled with the knowledge this vas her first time doing this, began making her doubt her own oral abilities. She was starting to get an inferiority complex.
Inwardly, she smiled as Marilyn tugged off her skimpy briefs. The thin crotch had been cutting into the delicate lobes of her pussy, exciting her and agitating her without actually giving her any is faction. Now she was able to arch her body and bend it a bit better as she concentrated more intently on licking the entire outside length of the vang boy's shuddering penis. She did it slowly, taking all the time in the world, and each time her ungue reached the top, she curled it around the penile point then used her tongue-tip like an arrow, stabbing at the bloated mushroom head. She was doing it for the umpteenth time when she felt Marilyn's fingers touch her vagina.
Though Marilyn was not averse to a little lesbianism now and then, this wasn't really the time for it. She had to get Lazara's vagina ready for the sheik's cock. Knowing the old man as she did, she was aware he would have plenty left over for her. After all, he had a harem of four wives and more than two-dozen concubines, and it was rumored he slept with all of them at least twice a week.
Marilyn stroked Lazara's vaginal labia, feeling how exquisitely soft they were under the thick piling of hair. Dewy down, she had to admit she liked touching a pussy almost as much as handling a cock, though not quite as much. She brushed at the thick mat of black hair, parting it as if trying to bare the pulsing slit hidden beneath before running her fingertip around the rim of the pink hole. When she finally did so, seeing Lazara quiver, she smiled. For several minutes she played with and teased the delightful pink oriel, partly amusing herself, but never losing sight of the fact that she was making it wetter so the sheik would be able to fit his cock inside. With what seemed like a certain indifference, she pushed her forefinger into the heatedly slushy wetness of the dusky woman's vagina, laughing out loud as she saw how hungrily Lazara's cuntlips sucked on her finger. It was obvious Daryn Purcell had really done a good job of teaching this girl.
Sheik Ibn Ibrahim watched ecstatically as Marilyn continued preparing Lazara's beautiful pussy for him. He was used to this, since one or another of his concubines always prepared another concubine or even one of his wives for him. Her other hand was still gently rubbing his extended phallic lance. She was making it ready, she had said, and as far as the sheik was concerned, Marilyn Clayborne was worth any four members of his harem, and that included all four of his wives. Now, as he watched, almost in a trance, the yearning ache in his swollen testicles almost unbearable, Marilyn slipped her finger out of the oozing pussy. She stared at it thoughtfully for a moment, watching as it continued to leak. Then as if it were some kind of ceremonial doing, she gripped the sheik's cock all the more tightly as she brushed the head with Lazara's pussy juices.
Lazara had once more tightened the ring of her lips around Ahmed's penis and was resorting to the steady up and down movement. Once the moaning boy had dribbled out a seeping quantity of his own oily lubrication, but how his testicles were swollen into a tightly unyielding clump. Lazara was so engrossed in what she was doing, several moments went by before she realized Marilyn's fingers were once again probing into the wet depths of her dripping slit.
This time Marilyn was merely prying apart the luscious pink lips of Lazara's cunt. She had placed her thumb against the inner left labius, and her fingers pushed against the right one, and she began spreading. Little by little the lips widely parted, forming an oval, then an eggshape, and then an O into which the excitedly aroused Sheik Musa was preparing to thrust his hard penis.
The sheik leaned forward and introduced his phallic tip into the honeyed sweetness that was Lazara's cunt. Slowly he began pushing his penis into her, enjoying the way her pussy sucked on his cock. It was as tight as the fourteen-year-old concubines he had back home.
His hard prick was halfway into her before Lazara realized what was happening. She arched her back gratefully as the entire length of the sheik's solid penis stretched itself delightedly inside her tightness. She renewed her efforts to suck at the son's cock in her mouth as the father continued pumping her cunt. Her hands pushed between the chair cushion and the boy's asscheeks in an effort to lift and control the wriggling Ahmed.
"HHHAAANNNGGGHHH . . .OOOOOH . . . WWWAAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHH . Allah be praised . . ."the boy gasped.
His outcry spurred Lazara on. At last her efforts were finally being rewarded. She had certainly worked long enough and hard enough at it, though even she had to admit it had been very pleasant work. She sucked on the entire length of the throbbing shaft, but each time she lifted her mouth she concentrated on nibbling on the head. Marilyn, still kneeling at her side, was enthusiastically cheering her on, and at the same time the sheik's well-greased phallic length continued sliding in and out of her well-oiled vaginal center.
"Aaaaaiiiii ... the boy gasped. "Mohammed be praised, I'm about to come ..."
For some reason, the inexperienced youth felt he had to warn Lazara. He tried straightening up in the chair, but Marilyn pressed on his belly, keeping him down with his buttocks thrust forward. He reached out, trying to grasp Lazara's head as it continued bobbing up and down, but the ecstatic look on her lovely face stopped him from touching her. It was as if she was high on cock, her mind psyched and away out somewhere totally beyond his or anyone else's reach. His weighty testicles were bursting and his thick cock was readying itself to release a cataclysmic deluge.
Lazara had the funniest feeling running through her body. Two orgasms were mounting in her at the same time, one stimulated by the penis in her vagina, and the other being built up by the cock in ber throat touching hidden nerve-endings in there she had never before known existed. The boy's penis was already swelling and enlarging in her mouth. She moved her puckered lips tightly downward, all the way to the base of the meaty roll, taking the head all the way into her narrow gullet, almost choking on it, but feeling delightful about the near-strangulation. She held the head there, marveling at the way it throbbed in a series of unbelievably fantastic shudders.
Sheik Musa gripped Lazara's thighs, pounding his cock ever deeper, sinking it in to the hilt. The velvety softness of her beautiful black buttocks cradled his loins and he realized she was so tight, and her cunt was massaging his cock so strongly, he was going to come in a hurry, like a puling school boy.
"AAALLLAAAHHHUUU . . . AAAKKK-BBBAAARRR . . . AAAGGGHHH . . . HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" the sheik bellowed with his fat prick rammed as tightly into the narrow orifice as possible.
"AAYYAAGGHHAARRGGHH!" the boy bellowed as he crammed the last little bit of cock all the way into Lazara's esophagus.
"UURRCCHHLLGGMMUUMMPHH!" Lazara gagged.
The explosions seemed to rip all three of them wide open. The two penises, Lazara thought very excitedly, appeared to have been programmed. The young boy's was firing with devastating power into her gullet. She didn't even have to swallow it, it was firing with such strength it went past her swallowing muscles and instantly seeped into her belly. The sheik's, at the precise moment, had thickened even more so that the walls of her narrow tunnel had been deliciously, but achingly stretched, and then less than a second later his penis was pouring a fountain of sperm into her vagina. His cock splashed forth seminal fluid in great quantity as he began expertly rercoiling and fucking into her again and again with each fresh burst.
When the sheik finished shooting into the black woman's pussy, and he pulled out, he lay back on the floor and Marilyn expertly licked him off, enjoying the taste of his seepage enormously. Lazara continued sucking on Ahmed's cock until she was certain the young boy had nothing left.
Afterward, it was Marilyn's turn, and she sucked the sheik back to hardness, while Ahmed, with the exuberance and stamina of youth, was able to grow a new erection almost immediately, and he buried his cock in Marilyn's cunt while Lazara fingered his balls the entire time. When they finally went to sleep, it was three AM.