Sands of the Sahara

I let myself go, and my throbbing cock unleashed it's load into her. At the same time, her body went completely stiff, her back and hips arched way off the bed. She screamed out loud in Arabic as she orgasmed, I didn't understand a word, although some of it was obviously repeated.

Her hands came to my back, her lips to my mouth, her legs came up to wrap round my ass. We gently rocked each other, my cock still hard and moving inside her. Her grip suddenly intensified to crush me to her, and again she bucked as another orgasm shook her.

Slowly we relaxed and I rolled onto my side with her body still clasped to me by her arms and legs. My arms enfolded her as she kissed me, but when I moved to withdraw, she gripped me tight and said "Leave it there, I still want to feel you inside of me."

"You were shouting something in Arabic that I didn't understand, would you tell me what it was in English?"

She looked shy, then with an impish grin "I think you would say. Fuck me, fuck me harder, now, now, now!"

We slept as we were, in a lover's embrace, the bed soaking with our sweat.

It was still dark when I came awake, I lay still as I listened, but nothing seemed to stir the quiet of the night.

Her legs had relaxed and were resting on the bed, I withdrew my now limp cock from her, and eased myself from her embrace, then climbed on unsteady legs from the bed. She tried to hold on to me as I rose, yet did not appear to waken,

Out in the dark, I looked and listened, until I was satisfied that we were alone. Returning inside, I rummaged through my pack until I found the small primus stove and the makings for coffee.

The now lit primus gave the room a pleasant glow, I glanced towards her figure and saw her eyes were following my movements. I went and sat by her side, running my fingers softly along her arm. A hand reached out and gently lifted my limpness. She caressed it with a delicate touch as it very slowly began to react.

A small smile came to her lips, she looked into my eyes, "He is beautiful." She bent her body, her head coming to my lap, her tongue just whispered over the tip. Now it responded more rapidly. She pursed her lips and kissed for a moment, it continued to grow in size as she watched. Then her lips parted and moved to cover the head, a gentle bite sent a shiver through my body. A tongue flicked over the crown and still it grew. Her mouth widened as she took me into her, sinking down the length. Not being one to boast, I won't claim it grew any more, but it was now stiff and rigid, throbbing in her mouth, she moved her head back ,while a hand took a hold of the base, it rubbed up until her mouth once more descended.

I eased her up and away from me then laid her back but instead, moving her legs, she pulled me down, and climbed to straddle my chest, my arms trapped beneath her thighs. She inched forward, her mound contacted my chin and she rubbed. Then raising her body slightly she leaned forward, her arms resting either side of my head. then she pushed her still swollen labia to my mouth.

I could see her clit protruding, and I flicked my tongue out to touch, before my lips wrapped around it, and I gently sucked, with the occasional pinch from my teeth.

I thought from her grinding hard on me that she was going to climax, but she suddenly scooted backwards, and raising up on her knees, she reached for the twitching cock, positioned it below her pussy before easing herself down onto it. There was the barest of pauses before it was engulfed as she lowered herself to it's very base. Hands on my chest she began to rock up and down, her hips doing that swivel that arabs seem to do so well.

One hand went to her clit, and she caressed herself, while my finger found it's way back to her ass and the little hole it had enjoyed earlier. It eased in, and with the abundance of sweet and fluids, was soon buried deep within her.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a cloud of rising steam. The kettle on the primus was boiling like mad, no wonder really!

It wasn't long before she fell forward, her nipples rubbing on my chest, and then her body tensed as she began to shake, no longer lifting her hips from me. I instead pushed myself up into her, and with powerful thrusts brought her to a climax. The shaking of her body intensified as an orgasm hit her. Her head looking to the ceiling, as this time she didn't scream, but moaned from deep within. I reached my peak , my fluids shot inside her vagina as it clenched tight on my cock. Again she orgasmed, this time a squeal escaped her lips as she gripped my shoulders.

My energy had drained, and could no longer thrust. She began to swivel once more, gently round and round, and then suddenly more urgently, her hands took a grip of my head, painfully pulling my hair. Her body went still, her vagina spasmed as she came, the fluids were draining out of her drenching my groin, and I could feel it dribbling down between the crack of my ass.

With that she collapsed onto me, her lips coming to mine, as still she pulled on my hair and kissed me with such a force, I thought my lips would bust.

Her legs straightened alongside mine, although somehow she still held me inside her. Her head nestled to my neck, and she bit my earlobe. I had realised by now that liked she liked biting.

I just held her in my arms, and we rested.

The dawn was breaking, and early morning light was beginning to fill the room with an orange glow.

The primus was out, no fuel and the kettle looked rather bent from boiling dry. A saucepan solved the latter, and with the primus refueled, we soon held steaming coffees, sitting side by side on the bed.

She took my hand in hers, "Do you know, we don't even know each other's names." As she gazed intently into my eyes "Will we go together or do we again follow our own paths?"

I considered for a moment then, "Is there somewhere we can get you to where you will be safe. I have a job to finish, then if its what you want, I will come for you." She giggled and for a moment I was puzzled until my brain registered her naughty thought.

I laughed and it hadn't escaped me, that it was the first time she had sounded like a young girl, not a desert fighter.

"My name is John although I'm usually known as Johno."

"And I am called Baheera, it is Bedouin and I will wait my love as long as it takes."

The end.