Our Sexy Flights part 18

Our Sexy Flights part 18

Curtis' Account on what took place Bedouin camp

As the two Range Rovers sped across the desert highway I found myself sat in the rear seat between two hefty, hard looking Bedouin tribesmen who stared silently ahead of them refusing to answer any of the many questions I threw at them. I have to admit I was terrified of the situation, not so much for myself but more for the safety of my wife Linda and our lover Adele, both of them being rushed across the Algerian Sahara to God only knows what fate. They must be in such a state if, like mine, their captors were ignoring any pleas or questions.

Eventually both vehicles entered a large tented camp site and pulled up outside two very large tents. The Arab next to me climbed out and held the door open and indicated for me to get out. I had assumed, by then, that they were unfamiliar with the English language. I had tried a little French on them earlier but to no avail. I climbed from the vehicle and was about to rush over to where Linda and Adele were being escorted into the other large tent but my path was blocked by a burly Bedouin who indicated that I should go into the tent in front of me. It was not so much a directive but more of an invitation that I could not refuse. My worries eased a little as I realized I was being treated better than when we had first been kidnapped back at the oasis; also this was not the expected prison that I had feared awaited us.

On entering the tent I was surprised to behold the plush and luxurious interior with its colored drapes and fine woven carpets and rugs. Large cushions were scattered around the floor along with small gold colored tables. I was shown to a group of cushions, which had a table adorned with bowls of fruit and white wine beside them, and invited to sit down. Lowering myself onto the soft cushions I sat, cross legged, and waited.

I did not have long to wait before an elderly tribesman entered in such a manner that I was positive that he was the leader of this band of desert nomads. He smiled at me and sat down a few feet away and indicated that I partake of the fruit and wine beside me. My throat was parched and I eagerly took up a wine glass and poured myself a glass; which I downed in one swallow. I also took a few olives and nibbled at them as I thanked my host (Host or captor) I knew not which, but my mind was soon put at ease when the Bedouin spoke to me in a polite, soft, voice in almost perfect English.

He first explained that the two girls who had been with me were safe and would remain so. They were his guests, for now, and we would be taken back to our campsite at the oasis in a day or two. However there was a task that he wished me to perform before that happened. I picked up a piece of fruit that resembled a plum and took a bite of the juicy flesh. I listened eagerly to what he had to say and the more he explained what was expected of me the more my jaw must have dropped open. My cock also started to harden inside my shorts.

We are a tribe of nomads. He began, stating the obvious.

We have many traditions that are both common to all desert tribes and some that are particular to our own tribe. He continued as I sat, attentively, listening to his every word.

One of the traditions that is unique to us is the de-flowering of our women. It is against our beliefs for a woman to take a man unless she is to be wed. However no tribesman must ever marry a virgin as the drawing of any female blood is abhorrent to us.

Therefore our women must be de-flowered just prior to her wedding day by a non tribal member.

I felt my eyes visibly open wider as the meaning of what he was saying began to filter into my brain. His next words confirmed my thoughts and my cock pressed against the material of my boxers as his words sank in.

You, sir, are the man chosen for this task.

The tribal leader paused to allow his words to sink in, as well as for effect, before continuing.

I have 9 tribal daughters who are ready to wed and have found a husband within the tribe. They must be deflowered, by you, before the ceremony can take place.

My mind was racing at his words and I totally forgot the two girls in the other tent, for a moment, as sexy visions flowed into my head and my cock reached its zenith; held back by the tightness of my shorts.

My first words were;

I understand what you are saying sir. I said in a trembling voice that did not hide my obvious excitement. But what of the girls that were with me? My wife and her friend, what is happening to them? Are they safe?

The Bedouin in front of me held up his hand to politely silence me.

So many questions in just one sentence! Yes your wife and her friend are quite safe and will be well cared for while you are here.

After your task is completed you will all be driven back to the oasis to continue your journey.

With a sigh of relief at these words that I felt sure were genuine. I poured another glass of wine as the Arab reached into his robe and pulled out a small vial of liquid. He handed it to me as he smiled.

I would like you to drink this potion. Please do not worry. It is quite safe but will serve to give you the sexual energy you will need to deflower the 9 lovely daughters that you will spend the night with.

I murmured something about desert Viagra as I removed the glass cork and swallowed the potion. It tasted sweet as it slid down my throat but I was dubious that it would have much affect however, although in the past I had cum 3, sometimes 4 times in one night, the thought of satisfying 9 girls was beginning to worry me. His next words eased my mind on that score; however.

You can do whatever you like to the daughters of the tribe but you must not cause them harm and you must not, under any circumstance, empty your seed into their womanhood.

I smiled at his words and realized that I did not have to cum 9 times after all. Just hold myself back long enough to fuck them out of their virginity; and I had the whole night ahead of me in which to do it.

Will I see them one at a time or all together? I asked eagerly.

That is your choice sir, came the reply I had been hoping for.

The daughters have been carefully schooled in the art of lovemaking and will, I am sure, surprise you with their knowledge in sexual matters.

He kept referring to the virgins as 'daughters' and I gathered he meant that they were daughters of the tribe rather than his own flesh and blood daughters.

The Bedouin nomad suddenly rose to his feet.

I will leave you now. Shortly you will be aided to freshen up before you commence the task ahead of you. I bid you good night and will visit you again in the morning.

With that he turned and left the tent.

My mind was racing and my cock was still straining to free itself from the confines of my shorts as I sipped again at the refreshing wine beside me. Suddenly a rug hanging on the rear of the tent opened and two slender girls entered wearing black robes and with their faces covered by the traditional Arab veils. I could barely make out their features but they looked to be about 18 and very pretty. They approached where I was sitting and indicated that I should stand. I rose from the cushions and my cock almost split my pants as the two girls slowly began to undress me. One of them slid my T shirt over my head while the other undone the buttons to my shorts.

The moment my shorts and boxers left my hips my cock jumped out like a panther and both girls giggled as they took in the site of my throbbing cock. One of them took my hand and led me, naked, over to a thick piled rug at the side of the tent. The other girl had brought in a small bowl of scented water and a small, handle-less cup. She commenced to pour small drops of the water over my shoulders while the other girl began to slowly rub it into my skin. A small amount of lather appeared where she rubbed and the water obviously contained oils of some type as her soft hands glided easily over my skin. Slowly they worked their way down my body as I stood their taking in every delightful feel from their small hands. My cock was jumping up and down uncontrollably and the girls continued to giggle softly as they worked closer and closer to it.

Eventually, after what seemed an eternity, I felt the cool water spill onto my hardened cock and I almost jumped off the carpet. A soft, gentle, hand lightly touched the shaft and slowly worked the lather into my throbbing cock. My balls were next and I almost exploded there and then. The hand washing my member slid from the shaft and down onto my legs, while the other girl attended to my rear end, until four sensuous hands were rubbing down my legs to my feet. My whole body had been cleaned and oiled.

To be continued