RLM Note:   After several e-mail exchanges with an Egyptian
family, we decided to write a story based on their fantasies. 
The result is "Erotic Adventures of an Egyptian Family".  We hope
you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it...  Jamila,
Jawad, and RLM.

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Erotic Adventures of an Egyptian Family


  by Jamila, Jawad, and RLM



Background:


  The department store in Cairo was uncomfortably hot as it was
mid-June and the outside temperature had already reached 35 C or
95 F.  To make matters even worse, the forecast for the remainder
of the week had predicted highs of 37 C (100 F), 38 C (101 F), 37
C (100), and finally a little respite, 36 C (97 F).  In fact, the
lowest predicted high for the following 10 days was 96 F.  There
was not much of a breeze either with the wind being a relatively
low 15 mph or 24 kph.  The only saving grace was the low
humidity, which presently stood at 32%.

  Noor moved about the store with an efficiency and a brisk pace
that belied her 59 years.  She remained not only spry and fit,
but also still a striking beauty who turned male heads each time
she walked into a shop or restaurant or even down the street. 
Her dress was long in the traditional Muslim style, but even so,
the fact that it hugged her upper body gave subtle hints of the
feminine delights hidden beneath.  Many a man had felt his shaft
becoming stiff as he longingly watched the dark-haired beauty.

  Noor, of course, was very aware of her effect upon men, a fact
which on many occasions had caused her inner thighs to become
slick with her wetness.  Having been widowed several years
previously, she frequently wished that she had more opportunity
to enjoy the sexual delights of a man between her thighs, but the
restraints imposed by the Muslim culture of the country had an
inhibiting effect.  Nevertheless, she was by no means celibate. 
Although her family didn't know it, Noor hadn't gone more than a
week without enjoying a large cock inside her pussy in the last
several months.  But, once a week was not as much as she would
have liked.

  Since the death of her husband, Noor had been in charge of the
department store, its operations, and all of its employees.  Two
of these were her son, Jawad, and her daughter-in-law, Jamila. 
She controlled them just as she had controlled her husband.  In
addition, both of her twin granddaughters, Maha and Maryam, each
19, also worked in the family department store under Noor's
supervision.

  Noor was keenly aware that Jamila was essentially a younger
version of herself.  There was no doubt about who was in charge
of their family, and it certainly wasn't her son, Jawad, who
tended to be on the submissive side to his very aggressive wife,
Jamila.  On many occasions, she had seen Jamila stroke and caress
Jawad's organ when she thought they were unobserved and wished to
inform her husband that she expected to be sexually serviced
later that evening.  On the other hand, she had never seen her
son touch his beautiful wife without permission.  It was more
than clear who was in charge of sex and other matters in their
household.

  At 5'4", both Jamila and Jawad's twin daughters were somewhat
shorter than their mother who was 5'6" and slightly heavier. 
Nevertheless both girls were cute with large breasts so that they
had no problems attracting an abundance of male attention. 
Jamila had hinted several times that the girls were "on the wild
side" as she put it.  Noor remembered smiling when Jamila had
told her that.  She also remembering wondering then, as well as
now, how many men had enjoyed the pleasures of their young
pussies.

  Finally, there was Jawad's younger sister, Lyla, who was 37,
widowed early with a young, 8-year old son.  She too worked in
the family department store under Noor's watchful eye.  Not as
beautiful as either herself, Jamila, or her two granddaughters,
Lyla was still an attractive woman who had no lack of males eager
to provide what they were certain she needed between her thighs.
Noor had no doubt that, like her own, Lyla's vagina frequently
entertained and enjoyed men.

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  On this particularly hot afternoon, Jawad was busy in the men's
section of the store trying persuade a prospective male customer
that he should purchase the suit he had just tried on and was now
inspecting before the full-length mirror.

  Jamila saw that her husband was not making much progress in
convincing the man to buy the suit.  He obviously liked it, but
the price was high.  Smiling, Jamila pulled down the top of her
dress so that more of her cleavage was exposed.  Pretending to be
a customer, she walked over to the mirror where the man was still
examining his appearance in the suit.

  "OH.. That's a very nice suit, Sir.  You have exquisite taste.
Mmmmmm... I wish my husband would buy something that nice."

  Turning toward Jamila, the man's eyes automatically fell on her
exposed cleavage and then slowly, moved upward to her beautiful
face.  "Do you really like it?"  He inquired. "The pants seem a
little too tight."

  "Oh yes.  A lot."  Then, leaning closer and lowering her voice
to a whisper, she said, "It turns me on... a lot... if you know
what I mean.  If my husband dressed like that, he'd get lucky
every night or more.  And as for the tight pants... that's why
the suit turns me on."

  Now the man lowered his voice and whispered, "Why does that
excite you?"

  "You know why," Jamila said coyly.  "I can see you getting
hard."  As soon as Jamila said that, the man's organ surged to
full erection, tenting the pants in the process.  "Ooohhh... sooo
big!  Do your wife a big favor and buy that suit."

  Ten minutes later, from the back of the store, Jamila watched
as Jawad rang up the sale.

  Approaching his wife, Jawad smiled and said, "Thank you,
Darling.  I wasn't going to be able to make the sale.  You're
just a much better sales person than I am."

  "Not so, Darling.  I just have tits and a pussy and you don't.
Gives me a great advantage with men.  With women, you're much
better than I am."  Looking at her husband's crotch, she leaned
close and whispered, "I need to be fucked.  Turning that man on
got me so hot my pussy is gushing.  As soon as the store closes,
come to the Number 3 storeroom, and be certain to bring that big
hard cock with you."

  To say that Jawad was surprised would be a gross
understatement.  He was shocked.  Jamila almost never wanted sex
in the store.  He didn't understand what had her so excited.  All
he had seen was her showing the customer more of her breasts than
normal.  "I wonder if what he whispered to her is the reason
she's so hot for sex?" he thought to himself.  That seemed
unlikely.  How could just a couple of whispered comments turn his
wife into a hot bitch in heat?  Jawad gave up and went back to
work.

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  Across the store, Maryam pulled Maha aside.  "Did you see what
our mother just did with a male customer Father was waiting on?"

  "No, what?"

  "Father couldn't make the sale, so Mother opened the top of her
dress and told him how good he looked in the suit.  I heard the
man tell her that he thought the pants were too tight, and Mother
said that's why the suit turned her on so much... she could see
how hard his cock was.  Naturally, after that, he got absolutely
rigid."

  "Ooohhh... wow! Is that really the truth or are you just making
that up?"

  "No... I swear, I saw it and heard it.  That's exactly what she
did."

  Maha's hand pressed against her crotch.  Even through her long
dress, she had no problems finding her clitoris and stimulating
it with her stroking fingers.  "What did the man do?" she asked
excitedly.

  "Well, he bought the suit, but before that, he leaned over and
whispered something in Mother's ear that I couldn't hear.  Mother
smiled and shook her head.  He looked disappointed but then
whispered something else in her ear.  This time she just smiled
not saying either yes or no."

  "What do you think he asked her?" Maha's voice was a soft hiss
of excitement as her fingers moved more rapidly over her pussy.

  "I'm almost certain that he asked Mother to have sex with him.
She said no... what else could she say with Father standing right
there.  The second time, he probably suggested a meeting
somewhere... at some time.  She didn't refuse that request."

  "OOhh!  AAHH!" Maha moaned softly.  "Do you think Mother will
meet him?"

  "Maybe.  I don't know."

  "If she does, you know what will happen, don't you?"

  "Of course I know, silly.  Mother will be fucked."

  "I can't believe our mother would do that!" Maha stated flatly.

  "Why not?  You've met several boys and have spread your legs
for most of them, and so have I.  Our mother has a hot pussy just
like you and I do.  She may say 'no', but she probably wants to
say 'yes'."

  "Maybe, but I'm not sure," Maha said, now wavering somewhat.

  "Don't you think Mother has ever had another man between her
legs, Maha?  Do you remember when you and Father spent a weekend
at the Sunny Beach Black Sea resort near Bourgas?"

  "Sure I remember.  You and Mother volunteered to stay home and
help Grandmother with the store.  I've always thought that was
very nice of both of you.  Father thought the same thing."

  "Well, my darling sister, I was nice of me, but you've done
equally nice things for me.  Mother, on the other hand, had other
plans."

  "What do you mean, other plans?"

  "I mean that both nights that you and Father were at Sunny
Beach, Mother was being fucked in her bedroom by some man...
maybe the same one both nights or maybe two different men.  I
don't know."

  "I don't believe you!  She wouldn't do that with you in the
house."

  "Oh, she might.  Don't underestimate our Mother.  But the fact
was that I went out the first night with my boyfriend and she
thought she would be alone in the house.  But my boyfriend got
ill and had to cancel.  I came home very early, and as soon as I
walked into the house, I could hear Mother moaning and crying
out.  She sounds exactly like you do when you're being fucked."

  "Oohhhh gawd!" Maha pressed her thighs together tightly,
grinding them to put intense friction on her erect clitoris.

  "Did the man say anything?"

  "Oh yes... of course.  He was grunting and growling at
Mother... telling her spread wider... to pull her legs back. 
Later, I heard him tell her to get on her hands and knees and
raise her ass high.  She howled when he put it into her."

  "You mean in her... in her... you know... her rear part?"

  Maryam laughed.  "Her rear part?  Oh come on, Sister.  Don't
you mean her ass?"

  "Yessss," she hissed, rubbing her mound harder.

  "I don't know.  Maybe.  She howled loud enough."

  "You said she did it both nights?  How do you know that?"

  "Easy.  The second night, I told Mother that I was seeing Hadi
again.  Actually, that was a lie.  I just waited outside until I
saw a man entering our house.  I gave them 20 minutes or so and
then crept back into the house very quietly.  It really wasn't
necessary for me to be quiet.  They were making so much noise,
there's no way they could have ever heard me."

  "She was having sex again?"

  "It's more accurate, Maha, to say our Mother was being royally
and thoroughly fucked again."

  Maha's body shuddered.  She doubled over and pressed her hand
between her thighs.  Her hips thrust back and forth in fuck
motions as the orgasm ripped through her pussy and clitoris.

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  Lyla had also seen Jamila teasing and exciting the male
customer.  Her pussy had become wet watching her vamp the man. 
Then later, she saw her sister-in-law stroking her husband's cock
and whispering in his ear.  She had no doubt that she was telling
him that she needed to be fucked as soon as possible.

  Lyla was keenly aware that she wished that she had seen the man
first and had done what Jamila had done.  Next time, she
resolved, it's going to be my breasts that are making the man
hard and randy.
   ------------------------------

  Jawad had just completed the final tallies for the day's
business.  The totals had balanced perfectly, not only to the
last EGP, but also to the last piastre.  "It would be a lot
easier to balance the books at the end of the day if it weren't
for all the small piastre coins, particularly the 5, 10, and 20
piastre ones," Jawad thought to himself.  "Fortunately, such
coins are being seen less and less frequently.  I'll be glad when
they're gone."

  Having completed the accounting, Jawad was keenly aware of the
need to go to Stockroom Number 3.  He suspected that he would
find the stockroom empty, but he shuddered to think of Jamila's
wrath if she were waiting for him and he failed to appear.  Even
if she had not actually gone to the stockroom, she was certain to
ask him if he had followed her instructions to meet her there
after the store closed.  Jawad didn't want to think about what
might happen if he had to admit that he hadn't gone to the
stockroom as she had ordered.

  Jawad had long since learned that when his wife "requested"
that he do something, it really was an order, not a request. 
During the first year or so of their marriage, he had assumed
that,  as the male, he was in command.  Acting on this
assumption, he had, on several occasions, ignored Jamila's
"requests" only to find that there were penalties for such
behavior.

  These penalties were quietly, usually without comment from
Jamila, but swiftly and efficiently enforced.  They varied in
nature.  For minor slights, Jawad would find himself celibate for
a several days.  For more pointed lapses, the period might extend
to a week.  Angry and insulting remarks carried an in-kind
penalty, usually delivered in front of his male friends, that was
most often  something like a casual comment by Jamila referring
to Jawad's poor performance in the bedroom or, in even worse
cases, to his "impotence problem".

  Now, after 20 years of marriage to his beautiful wife, Jawad
rarely made such mistakes, and he was not about to make one by
failing to appear at Stockroom Number 3 before leaving the store.

  The basement was deserted when Jawad entered, however, the
overhead lights were on suggesting that perhaps Stockroom No. 3
would be occupied.  The thought caused his penis to harden
slightly.  Of course, he had often fantasized about getting one
of the sales girls or his wife in a stockroom and fucking her,
but that remained a pure fantasy.

  His hands were shaking slightly when he stood in front of the
closed door of Stockroom No. 3. Trying the door, Jawad found it
locked.  His spirits and excitement ebbed.  He was hoping that
the door would be unlocked indicating the presence of his wife
inside.

  Removing his key, he opened the door and pushed it open.  Only
a small lamp on the side illuminated the room, but that was more
than enough to reveal the presence of his gorgeous, and very
naked wife lying on the couch. With one leg up on the back of the
couch and the other lying flat on one of the cushions, Jawad
found himself staring directly between her wide open thighs at
her wet and obviously very ready pussy.

  "Shut the door, Lover, unless you plan on sharing my pussy with
any other man who happens to come down to the basement," Jamila
hissed, the heat and passion obvious in her voice.

  Before Jawad could shut the door, his 7-inch cock had surged to
full erection.  When he saw his wife arching her hips and
spreading her vagina wide open with her fingers, he felt he might
cum inside his pants.

  When Jawad started to unbutton his shirt, his wife's frantic
voice stopped him.  "NO!  Not like that!  Just drop your pants
and shorts... don't even take them off.  I want you to fuck me
quick and hard... like a hot whore."

  Jawad nodded and quickly opened his belt, unzipped his pants,
and pushed them along with his briefs to the floor.  Moving onto
the couch between his wife's legs, he became concerned about the
lack of foreplay and asked, "Are you ready?"

  "Am I ready?  Oh fuck!  I'm been in heat ever since that guy
buying the suit asked if he could fuck me.  Hurry... get on me! 
Get in me!  FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

  As Jawad moved into Jamila's sex saddle, he saw that actually
she wasn't naked.  She still wore her black heels like a hot
whore.  That, plus the fact that he still had all his clothes on
with his pants and briefs about his ankles, made it seem like he
was about to fuck a gorgeous slut.

  "What are you waiting for, Stud?  Stick it innnnnnnnnnn....
FUCK MY CUNT, BABY!"

  Socking his hips firmly into his wife's sex saddle, his wife
arched her ass to bring her opening directly in line with his
raging sex shaft.  His hips snapped forward!

  "AAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" came the passion-filled howl from the
female beneath him.

  Shoving his hands beneath her ass, he held her in place as he
slowly pulled his weapon from the depths of her throbbing hole. 
His wife moaned, "More.. More!  MORE!  DON'T STOP.  FUCKKKKKK
MEEEEEEE... PLEASE!  I NEED IT!"

  Jawad loved this!  He was now in command!  He drove his rigid
spike back inside his wife's waiting cunt hole.

  "AAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!  YES!  YES!  LIKE THAT!"

  Slowly, Jawad dragged his cock out until only the swollen head
remained inside.  Jamila moaned... then begged her husband to
fuck her faster... harder.  Her legs were now flailing wildly in
the air above his back.  The cock slid into her again... deep...
deeper... until it thudded into her cervix.  Jamila's toes curled
back, her mouth opened emitting a low moan of female heat.  A
moment later, her tongue came out... rotating in the air at the
same time as Jawad again pulled his organ from her hot cunt.

  Leaning close to his wife's ear, he whispered, "You wanted to
fuck that man, didn't you, you hot slut?"  His cock surged back
into her waiting hole, hit her cervix, and forced her ass deep
into the cushion of the couch.

  "UUNNGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"

  "Answer me!"

  "Yes... YES!"

  "Yes what?"

  "OOOHHHHhh... Yes!  Yes!  I wanted him to fuck me... please...
fuck me now!"

  Grinding his pubic bone against his wife's erect and swollen
clitoris, he raised her excitement higher and higher until she
was babbling incoherently.  Her legs locked about his hips in a
death grip as her fingernails dug into his shoulders.  Her hips
pumped against his.

  "He wanted to take you back to his house and do this to you,
didn't he?"

  Jawad's hips slammed hard against his wife driving the cock all
the way inside her body.

  "He wanted to fuck you hard and deep... like this... didn't
he?"

  The cock was now hammering in and out of Jamila's pussy rapidly
and hard... fucking her like a hot whorish slut.  Her clitoris
exploded in a series of spastic contractions.  At the same time,
her vagina pulsed and her cuntal juices gushed out.

  "AH!  AH!  AH!  AH! OH FUCK ME!  HARDER! AH!  AH!  AH!  AH! I
CUM!  I CUM!  OOOHHHHHHHHH!!  I CUMMMMMMMMMM!"

  "He had no intention of using a condom with his whore.  He
wanted to shoot cum into you, didn't he?  Like this!  LIKE THIS!"

  Jawad's load fired into Jamila's spasming vaginal sheathe. 
When she felt her husband's weapon expanding and contracting and
the wetness inside her cunt increasing, she knew his load was
pumping into her... filling her.  She came again when she felt
the semen spurting out of her tightly plugged cunt and running
down the crease of her upturned ass.

  She was gasping for breath when her husband dismounted and
stripped off his clothes.  She started to rise, but his
authoritative masculine command stopped her.  "Turn over!  On
your hands and knees.  I'm going to fuck you again!"

  Jamila felt her vagina throb with anticipation.  Quickly, she
obeyed her husband and assumed the position with her ass high and
her hand between her thighs stroking her pulsing clitoris.  She
groaned in ecstasy when she felt Jawad moving against her
upthrust ass.  She moaned even louder when the cock head spread
her pussy open and moved inside.  Jawad stopped... with his organ
jerking just inside her cunt.

  "Don't stop.  Give it to meeeeeeeeee!" Jamila cried.

  "When I'm ready... not before.  What did the man say to you? 
Answer me if you want this cock."

  "Please... please...  fuck... don't stop... fuck!"

  "What did he say?"

  "He asked me...  ahhhhhh... sooo good... push it innnnnnn...
asked me... uuummmmm... asked me to meet him outside.  He said
God!! Ankih... I swear, I'm going to fuck you!"

  "Why?"

  "You know... know why... please... don't torture me."

  "Why?"

  "So he could... aaah... could fuck me!"

  "He spoke to again.  What did he say?"

  "He gave me his phone number.... oohhhh gawd!... nikh.. NIKH!
fuck meeeeeeee!  He wants me to call him."

  "Are you going to call him?"

  "AAAhhhh... if you don't fuck me, Jawad, NOW!  I'll have to
call him.  PLEASE!"

  The iron-hard cock drove into Jamila's pussy with authority
bringing female squeals of passion and delight.  Jawad held his
wife's hips and pounded her harder than he had in years.  She
came and several thrusts later came again... wailing and gasping
with every stroke.

  Abruptly, Jawad pulled his cock from his wife's wet, dilated
cunt and sat on the couch.  He pulled her erect and with a
commanding voice that clearly tolerated no female dissent said,
"MOUNT!"

  Jamila scrambled frantically to straddle her husband's thighs
with her own and then to align his jerking cock with her opening.
 "Hurry up, Slut.  I told you to mount!"

  Her ass plunged downward and the raging sex spear nailed her
pussy as her ass settled onto his lap.  She held on for dear life
as her stud wrapped his arm about her waist and powered his cock
into and out of her squishing vagina in hard, repeated thrusts. 
She came again.  A moment later, she heard her husband whisper in
her ear.

  "You're delicious.  Just fantastic!  There's no other woman in
Egypt who's your equal.  I need to cum, again, Darling.  Get on
your back so I can fuck you hard and shoot inside you again."  He
ended his request with a hard, passionate kiss that included a
thorough tongue fucking of her mouth.

  Jamila pulled herself off her husband's embedded prick with
difficulty and then spread out on her back, her legs wide open in
invitation.  "Fuck your hot slutty wife, Darling.  Pump me full
of your sperm and semen."

  Jawad mounted her, drilled his cock back into her waiting hole,
and thrust furiously.  Having reached the limit of his endurance,
he ejaculated deep inside Jamila's cunt like an exploding cannon.

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Vacation Plans:

  That night in their bed, Jamila turned to face her husband and
said, "Knowing that that customer had asked me for sex really
turned you into a tiger this afternoon, Darling."

  "I'm sorry.  Are you angry because it excited me?"

  "Not at all.  I loved it!  Can we talk about it?"

  "That sounds very erotic.  Would you tell me exactly what the
man said to you that first time he whispered in your ear?"

  "First, come closer, Darling.  I want to feel your body against
mine while we talk about what happened."

  Jawad moved next to his wife, extended his arm, and she moved
into his embrace, her head on his shoulder.  "Mmmmmm... it feels
good to be in your arms," she whispered to Jawad.  His cock began
to harden in response.

  "Tell me," he said softly.

  "You know I had pulled down the top of my dress to expose more
of my breasts.  When I told him that the tight pants excited me,
he looked down my cleavage.  I could see his cock becoming
erect."

  "Oh gawd... that's so damn hot!" Jawad moaned.

  "It gets hotter, Darling.  When he leaned over and whispered in
my ear, he said, 'You have absolutely gorgeous breasts.  I want
to take them out... caress them... suck your nipples. 
Afterwards, I want to fuck you.  Can you get away right now?"

  Jawad moaned as his hips began to thrust into the air as if he
were inside a woman.

  "You saw me shake my head 'no'.  He was disappointed but didn't
give up.  He whispered again and this time he said, 'I am going
to fuck you.  Call me at this number and tell when you can get
away.'  Then he pressed his business card into my hand.  You saw
the rest."  Jamila's hand moved to her husband's penis and found
him hard, as she knew he would be.

  "MMmmmm... your cock is hard, Darling.  This really excites you
doesn't it?"

  "Oh yes.  I can't believe how much it turns me on.  It excites
you too doesn't it?"

  "You know it does.  You saw how wild and hot I was for you this
afternoon in the stockroom."

  "What turned you on the most?  Him asking to go with him for
sex?"

  "That started it.  I already had my breasts practically naked
and he could see my nipples.  Then when he asked me for sex, my
pussy began to throb.  But what really drove me crazy with lust
was him saying to me with absolutely certainty, 'I am going to
fuck you.'  There was no doubt in his mind.  He was going to fuck
me and he let me know that.  My pussy just gushed.  I could feel
my clitoris pulsing."

  "Will he fuck you?  Are you going to do it with him?"

  "Perhaps.  I haven't decided.  If I don't call him, he will
probably come and get me for fucking."

  "But you will refuse?"

  "I don't know.  He may not give me a choice."

  "It would be hard to keep it quiet.  It would a lot easier if
we were some other place."

  "Where?  When?  What do you have in mind, Darling?"

  "I'm not sure.  We could take a vacation.  We can easily afford
it with the large profits from the store."

  "Could we go to Jamaica?  I've read that Jamaica is very
sexually liberal.  They have nude beaches, adult hotels.  What
I've read is very erotic."

  "Would you have sex with another man if we went to Jamaica,
Jamila?"

  "Possibly, but probably not.  It would so erotic though,
wouldn't it?"  Jamila felt for her husband's organ but instead of
a penis, she found a steel-hard, rigid shaft that throbbed like a
big snake in her hand."

  "Oh my god... you're huge, Jawad.  Just huge!  Get on top of
me!  But don't fuck me yet.  Just put that monster against my
mound and make me wild for it."

  "MMmmmmm... that feels so big... so hard... god... what a cock.
 It's big because you're thinking about that man fucking me,
aren't you?"

  Jawad moaned as he pressed his raging erection into his wife's
mound.  "Yess... yes!" he gasped as his cock throbbed
uncontrollably.

  "Let's go to Jamaica on vacation, Darling.  Press your cock
against my pussy harder.  Do it now!"

  "Ungh ... ungh... unggh... ooohhh... can I fuck you now? 
Please.  I want to put it in your pussy.  Please... can I?"

  "Soon, Darling, soon.  Grind on my clit a little harder.  Move
lower between my legs so your big hard shaft is pressed against
my clitoris.... uummmmmhhh.... yesss... like that... aaahhhh! 
We'll go to Jamaica... all the randy studs will hit on me, but
you needn't worry, Darling.  It's you I love... but you know they
will be trying very hard to get into your wife... just like your
customer this afternoon... they will want to get into me. 
AAAahhhhhh... that feels delicious!"

  "I CAN'T WAIT!  I'VE GOT TO FUCK YOU!  NOW!!"

  Hooking his arms beneath his wife's legs, Jawad levered them up
and back exposing the throbbing, wet hole of her cunt.  He thrust
his organ between her thighs and struck her clitoris.  Jamila
yowled in hot passion as her clitoris exploded in an intense
orgasm.  Drawing back, Jawar thrust into her V again.  This time,
the big cock head hit her cunt hole dead center and raced down
her pulsing sex tube until his balls bounced off her hunching
ass.  His hips went into overdrive... hammering stroke after
stroke deep into his wife's vagina.

  The intense, powerful fucking drove Jamila into a screaming
climax in less than a minute.  The hard contractions of her
vagina about his embedded cock sucked Jawad's load out of his
balls into her hungry cunt.

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  The next evening with the family all sitting around the dinner
table, Jamila told everyone of Jawad's and her wish to take a
vacation to Jamaica.

  "It would really nice if most or all of the family could go,"
Jamila suggested.  "How about you, Mother?  Are you up for a
five-day vacation in Jamaica?"

  "That would be nice... probably more than nice.  Are you aware
of the liberal attitude toward sex present in Jamaica, Jamila?"
Noor asked quietly.

  "I've heard rumors," Jawad�s wife replied.  "Do such rumors
bother you?"

  "No.  Not in the least.  Actually, they intrigue me, but then
I'm not married as you are."

  The two women smiled at each other.  From the other side of the
table the twin daughters spoke almost in unison.  "What about
us," Maryam asked.

  Maha immediately backed up her sister.  "That's right!  What
about us?  We'd love to visit Jamaica."

  "And we'd love to take you, Darling," Jamila answered.  "We
just have to see how we can take care of the store and still take
everyone along.  And we have to look into possible accommodations
on the island."

  "Lyla, how about you?  Are you interested in Jamaica?" Jawad
asked.

  "Somewhat, but someone's got to stay and manage the store. 
Besides I've got my 8-year old, and Jamaica wouldn't be all that
much fun for him."

  After some further discussion, it was decided that Noor,
Maryam, Maha, Jawad, and Jamila would take a 5-day vacation to
Jamaica while Lyla managed the store and took care of the
business.  Later that evening, Noor approached Jamila and said,
"Let's take a walk, Jamila... so we can speak in private."

  As the two women strolled through the neighborhood, Noor smiled
and asked, "How did you hit on Jamaica, Jamila?"

  After a slight hesitation, she replied, "I've read some things
about how beautiful and exotic the island is and thought it would
be a  very nice change for us... why?"

  "Because, my Darling daughter-in-law, I don't believe you for a
moment.  You know very well about the reputation of Jamaica as
being a wild and sexually liberated place. Many of the hotels are
"adult-only", and there are nude beaches, and ... well... other
things."

  "What 'other things', Mother?"

  "You know very well what 'other things', Jamila.  The 'other
things' that both you and I are thinking about."

  "Whatever are you talking about, Mother?" Jamila asked with a
slight smile curling her lips.

  "BBC, my Darling Jamila... BBC"

  "BBC?  What's BBC?"

  Noor moved closer, placed her lips against Jamila's ear, and
whispered, "BBC... you know very well what BBC stands for... 'Big
Black Cock'."

  Both women grinned at each other.  "Don't tell Jawad, Mother. 
Let's just let him find out for himself and then worry a lot."

  "When he sees the men on Jamaica, I'm sure he will be worrying
a lot, Darling.  Quite a lot.  What about Maha and Maryam?  They
may also find out about BBC.  How do you feel about that,
Jamila?"

  "Maha and Maryam are both 19, and I'm virtually certain than
neither of them are blushing virgins, Mother.  Besides, BBC never
hurt a woman... well, maybe a little at first, then afterward...
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm...."

  Noor grinned.  "Yes... mmmmmmmmmmmmmm... is exactly right."

=====================================
     Prelude to and Departure for Jamaica"

  Between them, Noor and Jamila took care of all plans for the
family's upcoming trip to Jamaica.  An internet search of
possible hotel accommodations immediately drew their attention to
Hedonism II.  The hotel had an "adults-only" policy with gorgeous
accommodations and all the amenities.  Among the ones that caught
the attention of both Noor and Jamila were nude sun bathing
facilities, nude beaches, and a variety of adult activities and
parties scheduled for the evening.

  The swimming pool was beautiful as were the rooms.  The huge
king-sized double bed with a circular mirror on the ceiling
directly above the bed had both women giggling.  When Jamila had
told her twin daughters about the mirrors over the double beds,
they had both turned red and then giggled uncontrollably just as
had Noor and Jamila.  Jamila had little doubt that both her
daughters were envisioning their images in that mirror in same
way she and Mother did.

  There were also economical packages for 3 and 6-day stays
advertised on the hotel's internet site.  On impulse, Jamila had
called the hotel and asked to speak with Mr. Ralphiel Mendez, the
man the internet site identified as the manager of Hedonism II.

  "Good afternoon, this is Mr. Mendez speaking.  How may I be of
assistance?"

  After explaining the intent of her family to vacation in
Jamaica for a week, Jamila said, "We're very interested to see if
we can obtain a special rate including air fare for a five-day
stay at Hedonism II.  Is it possible for us to discuss this?"

  "Oh absolutely.  There are several such packages advertised on
our web site.  Have you had the opportunity to check those?"

  "I have, Mr. Mendez, and while they are attractive packages, I
am wondering if you would be willing to make us an even better
offer considering what we will be bringing to your hotel."

  "Oh?  What might that be, Jamila?  Do you mind if I address you
as Jamila?  My given name is Ralphiel.  I would be most pleased
if you would use it."

  "Thank you, Ralphiel.  There will be five persons in our group
that includes four women and only one man.  Three of these women
are unattached.  Two are 19-year old young women.  If you will
give me your private e-mail address, I will provide recent
photographs of each of us.  I'm sure you will like what you see.
The one attached woman is myself, and... how should I put this,
Ralphiel?  Let us just say that I am ... 'adventuresome'.  I
trust being an experienced man you understand my meaning?"

  "Perfectly, Jamila.  Perfectly.  So, what are you suggesting?"

  "Simply that considering the adult nature of your hotel and the
advantage that comes to your establishment when your guests have
a wonderful and satisfying stay, the presence of four such women
in your hotel for five days will be very beneficial to you. 
And... perhaps... even... again English is not my native language
so please forgive me if I fail to speak properly... perhaps even
personally pleasing for you."

  "Your English is more than adequate, Jamila.  I understand
perfectly."

  "Good.  Thank you for being such a gallant gentleman.  So with
these facts in mind, can you offer us a particularly attractive
financial package for a five-day stay?  I'm sure you will later
consider it to have been an excellent ... eh... an excellent...
investment."

  "Send me an e-mail message to the following private address. 
Please enclose the photographs you mentioned and I will respond
with what I hope you will find a very attractive and appealing
financial deal, Jamila."

  "I'll send it within the hour, Ralphiel.  And thank you."

  "It's my pleasure.  I look forward to ... seeing you... all of
you.  Senebti, Jamila."

---------------------------

  Two weeks later, the hotel reservations for Hedonism II arrived
along with economy-class airline tickets for all five persons. 
Jawad had been concerned about the expense of the vacation...
that is he had been concerned until he saw the credit card
receipt that listed the total price.

  "Great Heavens! Have you seen this price, Jamila?  Have you
seen it, Mother?" he asked, unable to keep the astonishment from
his voice.

  "Yes, we've seen it, Jawad.  Are you displeased?  We can cancel
if you think it too expensive."

  "No... no, it's far from too expensive.  It's amazingly cheap.
Hotel accommodations for five daays and airline tickets for five
at this price?  How did you manage this, Jamila?  Mother?"

  "Give the credit to Jamila.  She's the one who discussed the
terms with the hotel's manager."

  "What did you do?  How did you manage this, Jamila?"

  With a sly smile, Jamila answered, "It was very simple,
Darling.  I just made Mr. Mendez an offer he couldn't refuse."

-----------------------------

  As the Jamaican trip approached, the four women got visibly
more and more excited.  Jawad loved it!  Whereas before the
planned trip, he was enjoying the pleasures of Jamila's body two
or three times a week, now, she was demanding his attention five
or six times a week.

  With each passing day, the frequency and intensity of sex with
Jamila was increasing.  Slowly, Jawad was being fucked to
exhaustion.  He wondered if he would still be alive when it was
time to leave for Jamaica.  "At least I'll die a very happy man,"
he thought with a smile.

  Not only was his wife's appetite for sex increasing as vacation
time approached, it was obvious to Jawad that the same was true
for his mother and for his two daughters.  All of them were
wearing more revealing and provocative clothing with each passing
day.  Before, the vacation plans were made, Mother hardly ever
left the store during working hours.  Now, she was taking three
or four extended breaks during the afternoon each week and was
going out in the evening more frequently.

  Maha's and Maryam's behavior had become even more erotic and
sensuous.  Frequently, Jawad could see that neither of the girls
was wearing a bra.  That caused him to wonder if they were
wearing panties.  He had asked Jamila once, but got no answer
other than a devilish grin.  Both girls were going out on dates
twice as often now that the departure date for Jamaica was
approaching.  He wondered if either of them were being fucked and
was surprised to find that the thought was giving him an
erection.  Jawad wished Jamila would tell him, but he knew she
wouldn't.

  It was just after noon on a Thursday when Jawad noticed his
wife showing some shirts to a male customer.  He gave it no
further thought until he saw them at closer range about 10
minutes later.  The male customer was the same man who had bought
the pants several weeks earlier and who had asked his wife for
sex.  He had no doubt about it as he still thought about the man
every time he fucked Jamila.

  Another customer asked for his attention, and that occupied
Jawad for almost 20 minutes.  He made a nice sale, but when he
again searched the store for his wife, he saw no sign of her. 
Noor was working on the books, so he asked her.  "Have you seen
Jamila?  She was here just awhile ago.  Now I can't find her."

  "She took a short break, Jawad.  She'll be back soon.  There
are two men over there who are looking for some help.  Quit
worrying about your wife and take care of business.  Go help
them." Jawad hurried over to the two potential customers, as
directed.

  It only took him a few minutes to show the men the items they
wished to purchase.  After that, he again looked around the store
for Jamila, but failed to locate her.  "I wonder where she went?"
he thought.

------------------------------

  "AAAaaahhhh... that's good.  That's sooo good!  Push it in
deeper...mmmmmmmmmm... oohhh yes.. like that! Nikh! Nikh! 
harder!"

------------------------------

  Business picked up considerably by 2 PM, and Jawad was
frantically running from one customer to the next trying to
provide the best possible service, which was the hallmark of the
store.  At the moment, he was seated on a small stool in front of
a woman helping her try on high heeled shoes.  The sight of the
woman's attractive legs reminded him of his wife.  "They're
almost as sexy as Jamila's are," he thought as he slipped the
pump onto her foot.  The motion raised her knee giving him an
erotic view of her thighs.  His cock hardened slightly.

-------------------------------

  "God... you have gorgeous legs and thighs, Jamila.  And they
look best when they're spread wide open like this.  Spread them
wider, Honey.  Show it to me!  Oh fuck!  Your thighs are
absolutely perfect!"

  "You really think they're perfect, Ashai?"

  "Absolutely!"

  "Why do you think so?  What makes them so perfect, Ashai?"

  "Your gorgeous cunt makes them perfect.  For a woman to have
perfect legs, they must frame a beautiful cunt, and yours is
deliciously gorgeous."

  "Ooohhhhhh," Jawad's wife moaned as her hips thrust upward to
present her cunt before her lover.  "If it's so gorgeous, then
why don't you fuck it instead of just talking about it?" she
teased seductively.  She knew what would happen to her when she
teased a man like Ashai, and very quickly, it happened!

  "Ankih! SPREAD WIDE, DAMN YOU!  Ankih! I'm going to fuck you!"

  "UUGGHHHHH... UUGGHHHH... GAWD!  SO DAMN BIG... NOT SO HARD...
PLEASE NOT SO HARD... OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

  Ashai totally ignored the pleading woman and drove his cock
spike in even deeper and harder.  It didn't take long for her
protests to change to hot moans of passion.  This was quickly
followed by her pleas to give it to her even harder... even
deeper.  Then, she was cumming so hard Ashai heard nothing more
than female shrieks of pleasure from the shuddering female
beneath him.

------------------------

  The flight from Cairo to Sangter Airport in Montego Bay,
Jamaica was routed through London with one change of planes. 
Since the total air kilometers is about 10,700 (6660 miles), the
flight time would be about 13 hours.  With a two-hour layover in
London, the trip would take almost 15 hours.

  Noor and Jamila had chosen an early departure time to minimize
the effects of jet lag.  With a seven-hour time differential
between Cairo and Montego Bay, if all flights were on time, they
would touch down in Jamaica around 5 PM in the afternoon, which
would be midnight Cairo time.  By the time they reached Hedonism
II and were checked into their rooms, it would be around 2 AM for
the family.  They could go to their rooms, shut all the blinds,
and go to bed.  By 7 AM the following morning, everyone would
have had 12 hours of sleep and be ready to start the vacation
with no jet lag and full of energy.

  Every thing went according to plan.  At 7 PM, Jamaican time,
the family was checked into their adjoining rooms at Hedonism II.
 Noor had a room to herself while Maha and Maryam shared the
second room and Jawad and Jamila the third one.  By 7:30, all the
exhausted members of the family were asleep.

============================

Vacation:  Day One:

  Jawad awoke around 8:00 AM to the sounds his wife was making as
she dressed for the day.

  "Good morning, Sleepy Head," she said as her husband pushed
himself erect in the bed.

  "You're up early.  I expected you to sleep until noon."

  "Why?  Eleven hours of sleep was more than enough.  Besides, I
have an appointment with Mr. Ralphiel Mendez this morning."

  "What's that about?"

  "I need to thank him properly for providing us these marvelous
accommodations at almost no charge.  Why don't you and the girls
check out all the activities and events that are available.  I'll
meet you in the dining room for lunch at... say 12:30 PM."

  "All right.  Are the girls and Mother awake yet?"

  "I think so, but give them a call.  And Jawad, each of us has a
key to our own room.  You have one; I have one.  Don't forget
yours or lose it, or you won't be able to get into the room. 
Understand?"

  "Of course.  That's not exactly rocket science."

  Softening her tone, Jamila crawled onto the bed with her
husband, kissed his lips softly and then with passion.  "Go back
to sleep, Darling.  You're going to need all your energy later
on."

  With his beautiful wife in his arms, Jawad became fully aware
of the gorgeous green dress she was wearing.  He also felt her
smooth and soft flesh beneath.  When they moved apart, he said,
"You look fantastic this morning... and that dress... I haven't
seen it before."

  "I know, I bought it for this trip, and I have some others that
I think you'll like."

  "It doesn't feel like you have anything on under the dress.  Do
you?"

  Jamila gave her husband a seductive smile.  "Does that thought
turn you on, Darling?"

  "Of course it does!  But do you think it's appropriate?"

  "Darling, this is Hedonism II and Jamaica.  You need to get
into the proper spirit of things if you're going to enjoy the
vacation.  I'll see you at lunch."

---------------------------

  Mendez came out of his inner office to greet Jamila as soon as
she entered his waiting room.

  "Good morning, Jamila.  I heard from my staff that you had
arrived last evening.  I would have come around to greet you, but
I knew that after that long journey, you would be very tired. 
Welcome to Hedonism II."

  "It's even more beautiful than the pictures suggested," she
smiled while appraising Mendez.  He was a devilishly handsome
man.  To say she was pleasantly surprised would be an
understatement.  Thanking him properly for his generosity was
going to be a very enjoyable task.

  "I'm glad you think so, Jamila.  And may I say that you're much
more beautiful than your photograph.  It doesn't begin to do you
justice."

  "And I'm glad you think so, Ralphiel.  I expect that we will be
seeing ... eh.... seeing a lot of each other this coming week. 
Will we not?"

  "That is certainly my hope.  Please... sit down.  Would you
like some coffee?"

  Jamila took a seat on the couch, crossing her legs allowing her
dress to slide up almost to the top of her thighs.  Her bare
legs, which were already enticing, were made even more so by the
exotic clear plastic heels she wore.  Mendez stared transfixed at
her exposed charms.  Jamila shifted her weight to one hip
allowing her dress to rise high on her elevated hip.

  "I think you like my legs even more than you like my dress,
Ralphiel."

  "How could I not?  You're an incredibly exotic woman.  How much
freedom from your family will you have during the week?"

  "There will be little or no problem spending an hour or two
each day with you, or twice a day if you prefer."

  "And your husband?  Does he know?"

  "He knows of your generosity and appreciates it.  He also knows
that I had an appointment to see you this morning to thank you
properly.  Beyond that... he probably has erotic fantasies and
images of how I might be thanking you, but those need not concern
you."

  "Would you be offended if I ask you to raise your dress higher,
Jamila?"

  "Of course not.  A man such as yourself need not worry about
such things.  If you wish my dress to be higher, just tell me,
and it will be as you desire it."  Jamila raised her buttocks off
the couch and pulled the dress to the tops of her hips.  It was
immediately obvious that she wore no panties.

  Mendez's hand automatically moved to his crotch and squeezed
his rapidly rising organ.

  "Mmmmmm," Jamila sighed as her eyes fell on the expanding bulge
in Mendez's pants.  "You're hard.  I like them hard, Ralphiel." 
Jamila opened her legs enough for Mendez to see her excited sex.

  "I'm getting hard, Jamila, but it's not fully hard... yet."

  Her hand moved to her mouth in excitement.  "Not fully hard
yet?  OOoooh... gawd... you're large... very large."

  "Does that frighten you, Jamila?"

  "No... but it does excite me."

  "What else does it do?"

  "It makes me wet... very wet.  Please... take it out so I can
see it."

  "Should I shut the office door first?"

  "That's up to you, Ralphiel.  You're in charge."

  "Thank you.  I like women who know that."  A moment later the
door was shut and locked.  Mendez moved in front of the seated
woman and removed his clothes.  When he was down to just his
briefs, it was Jamila's turn to move her hand between her thighs
and squeeze.  Mendez's briefs were unable to contain his fully
erect organ.  Two inches protruded above the waistband.  Precum
seeped from its tip, coating the throbbing head with the slick,
lubricating fluid.

  "Your breasts... take them out of your dress, Jamila."

  With one motion, Jawad's wife pulled down the green dress and,
cupping both tits, lifted them toward Mendez.  The nipples were
hard, erect, ready.

  "Gorgeous!  How big are they?  I would say... 36D?"

  "You're exactly right... obviously, you have had much
experience with women, and you will soon have even more...
another notch on your sex gun," Jamila giggled.

  "Stand up and turn around."  When Jamila was facing away from
Mendez, he said, "Now bend over and support yourself with your
hands on the couch."

  When she had assumed the position, the dress rode up above her
hips completely exposing her ass.  The delectable slit of her
cunt peeked from between her thighs.  "Reach back and open
yourself for me.  I wish to see both of your sexy holes."

  When she had opened herself, Mendez groaned, "Dios Mio!  You
are beyond belief.  I must fuck you now!  Are you ready?"

  "Don't I look ready, Darling.  Hurry!  I've been thinking about
this for weeks!"

  "Should I use a condom?"

  "You're the man, Darling.  You're in charge.  As you wish...
just hurry... put it in me!"

  Holding Jamila's hips steady, Mendez moved behind the bent over
woman.  His sex spike was jerking in anticipation of sinking into
her.  In spite of his raging desire, he took the time to inspect
the wet, gaping opening of her cunt.  The lips were flanged open
in readiness.  Sexual juices glistened on her pussy lips which
were swollen with desire.  The erect clitoris protruded from its
protective hood, throbbing slowly.  Jamila arched her ass in
desperate invitation for penetration.  Slowly, Mendez sank his
spear into her... two inches... then a third... a fourth...
five... six... seven until the eighth inch was buried and his
cum-filled testicles banged against her clitoris.

  "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... yesss... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... sooo
good.  Thick... you're so thick.... aaahhhhhhhh... now fuck me,
Darling.  Fuck me!"

  For the next ten minutes, Mendez drove his cock in and out of
Jamila's tight, wet pussy.  At first, she moaned softly. 
Gradually, her moans increased and turned into gasps of pleasure.
 Her head moved lower and lower until it was resting on the
surface of the couch, her ass elevated high in the air to keep
her cunt in position to receive cock.  She began to grunt... then
scream as she came in hard spastic contractions.

  With a supreme effort of will, Mendez withdrew his raging cock
from her pussy.  "Get on your back on my desk, Jamila.  Raise
your knees and open yourself.  Now!"

  When she was lying on his desk, legs up and open, Mendez was
delighted to see her pussy still contracting, her clitoris
pulsing and throbbing in the aftermath of her intense orgasm. 
Pulling up a chair, he pressed his face into her sex saddle and
dragged his tongue across her asshole and then up the entire
length of her throbbing slit onto the dancing clitoris at the
top.

  "AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEE.... OOOHHHHHHHHH GOD!!  NIKH!! DO IT TO
MEEEEEEEEEEE... MAKE ME CUM ... UUNNNNNNNNN!!"

  Mendez continued for a long time.  Each time the Egyptian
beauty would explode in orgasm, he would stop momentarily until
her contractions ebbed and then begin again.  After three intense
orgasms, the top of his desk was soaked with her secretions and
her squirting ejaculations.

  "Ooohhh stop, Raphiel... stop.  I can't take any more... let me
rest... oohhhh... nooo...noo...AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH... UUNNGHHHH... 
you're killing meeeeeeeee!"

  "As you said, Jamila.  I'm the man, and I'm in charge.  Spread
your legs wider.  Now.  Wider!"

  Using her hands, Jamila jerked her thighs further apart and
thrust her pussy upward toward the torturing tongue.  It entered
her slit again and worked over her ultra sensitive clitoris
bringing howls of pleasure/pain from Jawad's wife.

  "Oohhhh, Darling.  Please.  Get on me.  Fuck me.  I need you
inside me!  Fuck me... FINISH ME!"

  Standing, Mendez once again aligned his rigid, throbbing cock
with Jamila's cunt hole and drove his entire length into her with
one, hard masculine thrust.  She wailed as it thudded into her
cervix.  She felt his hard, masculine body pressing against hers,
pinning her to the top of the desk.  Then, his organ began to
move... in and out of her cunt with hard, demanding male strokes
of authority.

  Jamila raised both legs and wrapped them around her lover's
hips, locking her ankles and pulling him deep within her body. 
The prick pumped sensuously back and forth within her sex tube. 
Her passion rose... higher and higher.  When she felt the male
organ expanding and jerking within her body, her orgasm exploded
at the same time as several huge streams of semen and sperm were
fired into her.

--------------------------

  Just as Mendez's cock entered their mother's pussy, Maha and
Maryam were relaxing by the large Hedonism II swimming pool. 
Maha had dressed in a short, blue skirt and black, mesh top with
a high neckline.  In spite of the high neckline, the mesh
material exposed all of her breasts except for the area directly
over her nipples which were concealed by more opaque material.

  Her sister was just as erotically attired in a micro-mini black
skirt with a pink top that was open save for one button right
below her breasts.  Except for her brief bra, both of her breasts
would have been on display.  Even with it, over half of them
were.

  Several young men were engaged in a game of water volley ball
in the pool directly in front of them.  Two, well-built, black
men were teammates on the side closest to the twin girls, and it
didn't take long for them to become much more interested in Maha
and Maryam than they were in who was winning the volley ball
game.

  Both men wore very brief spandex suits.  Each time they leaped
into the air to make a shot, the girls were treated to an
excellent view of their bulges, which, even in the cold water,
were substantial.  Before long, the two men were staring at
Maha's and Maryam's legs and breasts at the same time as the
women stared at the rippling muscles and bulging suits of the two
black studs.

  Leaning over, Maha asked her sister, "Do you see those two
black guys in the pool?"

  "Of course.  I've been watching them for the last quarter
hour... just like you have.  They can't take their eyes off our
legs and tits."  Maryam couldn't suppress a giggle when she said
it.

  "Well, that's fair.  I can't take my eyes off their gorgeous
black bodies and those fully-packed bathing suits."

  "Let's show them more.  Shall we?" Maryam suggested.

  "What should we show them?  More of our breasts?" Maha
questioned.

  "I think they would rather see us spread our legs enough for
them to see our panties.  Shall we?"

  "I'll do it if you will," Maha agreed.

  "Ok.  I'll count to three.  On three, we both open our legs
enough for them to see our panties... and we keep them open.  At
least for awhile.  Ready?"

  "I'm throbbing just thinking about it.  Go ahead, Maryam. 
Count."

  "Ok.  Ready?  One...  two...  three!"  At the moment both girls
opened their legs exposing their very wet and very brief panties,
their mother was on her back moaning and begging Mendez to let
her rest.

  When Maryam's legs opened wide, the young black man stared
mesmerized at her black panties.  A moment later the volley ball
came down on the top of his head and bounced away.  Everyone of
the players burst into laughter... everyone that is except the
second young black man who never saw the ball hit his teammate as
his eyes were staring between Maha's legs at the thin, pink panty
strip that was partially sunk into her slit.

  "Oh god," Maha whispered to her sister. "He staring right at my
pussy.  It's making me throb."

  "Me too," Maryam groaned.  "The other guy is looking at mine."

  The two black men gave up on the volley ball game, climbed out
the pool, and headed toward to the two sisters.  "Don't close
your legs," Maryam whispered.

  "He's staring right at it... no way I'm closing my legs," she
whispered back.

  When the two black men reached the sisters, they both smiled. 
The one closest to Maryam said, "Hi, I'm Kordell.  This is my
friend Serek.  We're both from Jamaica.  Can we join you?"

  "Please do.  I'm Maryam.  This is my sister Maha.  We're here
on vacation from Egypt.  If you're from Jamaica, what are you
doing here at a tourist hotel?"

  Both men smiled.  "We come here to play volley ball with the
men and ... other things with the women tourists.  Your English
is excellent and your bodies are gorgeous."

  Both women blushed, but neither closed their legs.  "We also
like the way your bodies look," Maha said while staring directly
at Serek bulge.

  "Women can go topless anywhere at Hedonism," Kordell said to
the women.  "The other side is the nude area.  On that side,
clothing is optional.  Take out your breasts so we can see them."

  "Right here?" Maha asked, surprised.

  "Sure.  Look around the pool and you'll see quite a few women
topless.  Over there, on the other side of the pool.  Do you see
the blonde woman sunbathing with her breasts exposed?  You both
have gorgeous breasts.  Let us see them."

  Both sisters hesitated, each hating to be one to go first.  "I
see the problem," Serek grinned.  "Neither of you wants to go
first."  Bending over, he picked up a small pebble.  "See this
small rock.  I'm going to put it in one hand, close both hands
and each of you will pick a hand.  The one who chooses the hand
containing the pebble removes her breasts first."

  Serek put his hands behind his back and then extended two
closed fists toward the women.  "Pick a hand, Maha."

  Grinning, Maha pointed toward the right hand.  It was empty. 
Extending his left hand toward Maryam, he opened it to reveal the
small pebble.  "You know you have us both hard, Maryam.  Make us
even harder.  Show us your big breasts."

  Blushing, Maryam pulled her bra down, opened the single button
on her blouse and removed both of her large breasts.  She cupped
them and held them up for the men to see.  "Oh fuck!  So damn
big," Kordell whispered in awe as both black men squeezed their
large pricks, which were now clearly outlined by their tight
suits.

  "Your turn, Maha.  I can't wait to see yours," Serek said
leaning closer to her.

  All Maha had to do was pull up her mesh top and both large
breasts tumbled out into the open.  She got the same reaction as
her sister from the men.  Both women flushed with sexual
excitement, their pussies beginning to pulse and seep moisture,
but not nearly as much as their mother's whose vagina was, at
that precise moment, receiving thick loads of sperm and semen
from Mendez's exploding cock.

-------------------------------

  While Jamila had her legs wrapped tightly around Mendez's hips
and her granddaughters were showing their naked tits to Kordell
and Serek, Noor was in the dining room ordering brunch. Although
she wore a black, pin-stripe suit, it was far from conservative.
Anyone looking at her from across the table would be treated to a
very generous expanse of her cleavage since her suit coat was
open and her blouse just barely covered her ample breasts.

  From the side, the view was even more erotic.  When Noor had
taken her seat, she had pulled her already short skirt even
higher on her thighs.  At first, she had sat with her legs
together so that only a wide expanse of bare thigh was on
display, but by the time she had ordered brunch, her legs were
open with the tops of the thigh-high stockings, the bare thigh
flesh above, and her blue panties exposed.

  Every man that passed on that side of the table paused to take
in the erotic sight.  Noor smiled and most of the men returned
her smile.  Her panties were soaked even before her brunch had
arrived.  When the waiter brought her order, he leaned and said,
"I get off work at 3 PM.  If you would like some company later
this evening Madam, please call me at this number."  He laid a
card beside her plate, smiled, and left.

  Noor looked at the card.  It read:  "Manuel Meraz: Excellent
service is just a phone call away.  For service, call Extension
8157 from your room phone."  She smiled and slipped the card into
her purse.

  As Noor ate, she noticed a young virile looking man staring at
her exposed panties.  When she looked directly at him, instead of
averting his eyes, he smiled and leaned even closer, his eyes
locked on her blue panties.  Instinctively, she felt the urge to
close her legs.  Instead, she resisted and opened them slightly
wider.

  The man needed no more invitation than that.  He approached and
said, "May I join you, Madam?  I'm Carlos, and you are?"

  "Noor... call me Noor," she replied unable to remove her eyes
from his powerful body.  His shaved head gave him an incredibly
masculine and virile appearance.  Her female intuition told her
that his penis would be large... very large.  Actually, she had
intended to seduce a black stallion, but this man would certainly
do.  If he was interested, so was she.

  "May I join you?"

  "Please do." she smiled.

  "I hope you don't mind my being direct, but women at Hedonism
are here for only a short while and there is little time for any
other approach.  You are sensuously beautiful, Noor.  I
particularly like your legs in those stockings and you blue
panties are ... enticing and erotic."

  "You like panties, huh?" she teased.

  "No... I like what the panties conceal.  Shall we go to your
hotel room?"

-------------------------------

  Jawad was in the main dining room waiting for his wife at 12:20
PM.  He had to wait for almost a half hour before Jamila finally
appeared around 12:50 PM.  "Where were you, Darling?  I've been
waiting almost a half hour?"

  "The meeting with Mendez took longer than I expected.  I'm
sorry you had to wait, Dear."

  "Was there some problem?"

  "Well, yes, there was a problem.  Quite a hard problem,
actually, that took longer to solve than I expected.  Several
times I thought I had the problem solved to Mr. Mendez's
satisfaction only to find that the problem still existed."

  "Did you finally get it taken care of?"

  "Yes, finally.  But it was almost 12:30 PM by that time so I'm
late for lunch.  I hope the wait wasn't too bad for you."

  "No.  Not bad at all.  I've been passing the time watching all
the sexy women.  It's amazing."

  "Do they get you hot and horny, Honey?"

  "Well, some of them have their breasts exposed.  It's hard for
a man not to get horny in a situation like that."

  "You're saying that it gives you a very hard problem."

  "It certainly does," Jawad laughed.  "A really hard problem."

  "Well, you'll have to find some way to solve that problem this
afternoon.  Let's order lunch."

  As they waited for their lunch to arrive, Jawad had the nagging
feeling that he had missed something important in their previous
conversation but couldn't figure out what it might be.

  "Tell me what you found out about the activities available at
Hedonism, Darling."

  "There's a lot... I mean a lot of things to do.  A lot more
than just a listing of the amenities suggest.  There are some
interesting excursions that we can book.  The most popular one is
the Annie Palmar haunted mansion."

  "Really.  Tell me about that.  What's the Annie Palmar
Mansion?"

  "Well, the house was originally the home of Annie Palmar.  The
story is that she severely mistreated all of her slaves, even to
the extent of torturing them in the dungeon housed in the
basement of the home.  It is, therefore, not surprising that, to
this day, she is referred to as the �White Witch�, who presumably
practiced voodoo and other forms of the black arts.  In addition,
she was a beautiful seductress who had sexual encounters daily
with the hired help and slaves, fucking multiple men several
times each day.  The story is that if a man was unable to perform
for her, he first lost his penis to the axe and then his head."

  "Gawd!  That's horrible!" Jamila exclaimed.  "With that kind of
pressure, I'm surprised that any man could perform."

  "Apparently, many didn't.  In addition, she is rumored to have
murdered each of her three husbands in turn and buried their
bodies somewhere on the grounds of the mansion.  In the end, she
was murdered by the slaves whom she frequently tortured.  As
expected, the mansion is reputed to be haunted by Annie�s ghost
which makes nightly tours of the grounds looking for helpless
souls to fuck, enslave, and torture."

  "I'd like to visit that mansion, Darling.  Maybe I'll learn
some new tricks."  Jamila laughed at her husband's obvious
discomfort. "What else is there?"

  "Another attraction is Dunn's Falls.  The falls are advertised
as a beautiful place with a nice restaurant on the beach.  The
major attraction is a 600 ft. climb up a steep incline to reach
the falls where we can swim and enjoy ourselves."

  "That sounds strenuous but not very erotic.  I'm surprised."

  "One of the staff, a black guy, told me that most of the women
who take the trip are fucked at least once before they return to
the hotel."

  "How is that?" Jamila asked partially out of curiosity and
partially out of sexual excitement.

  "The area at the top of the falls is secluded and heavily
wooded.  He said most of the staff fuck two or three of the women
at some time during the trip.  When I first heard about the
falls, I thought the twins would enjoy the trip, but I guess it
wouldn't appropriate given that situation."

  Jamila was always amazed at how naive most men are about the
sexuality of their daughters and their wives.  Aloud, she asked,
"Anything else?"

  "Every night, there is a party in the main ballroom.  Up until
11 PM, no nudity or sex is permitted.  After that, the rules
change and it's advertised as an "adult" party."

  "What are the rules after 11 PM?" Jamila asked, now more than
just a little intrigued by the idea.

  "It changes every night with no advance warning.  The manager
gave me one example, just to agive me the idea."

  "What was it?" Jamila asked feeling the wetness between her
thighs.

  "He said sometimes the party theme is �ladies blindfolded and
exposed� for the first hour... that is, until 12:15 AM.  After
that, the blindfolds come off and there are no more rules or
guidelines."

  "What exactly does 'ladies blindfolded and exposed' mean?"

  "The way the manager explained it to me was that all the women
must wear blindfolds for the first hour.  In addition, all the
women are required to expose their breasts without removing their
tops."

  "How can they do that?"

  "They just have to open the buttons of their blouse, pull down
their bra, and let their breasts stick out."

  "That is ten times more erotic than just going topless.  WOW!"
Jamila exclaimed, almost moaning with excitement.

  "That's not all.  Every woman has to have their dress or skirt
tucked into their belt or waistband.  The manager told me that
they provide belts for the women who don't have one on."

  "So they have to walk around blindfolded at the party with both
tits out and their skirts hiked up exposing their panties?  Is
that it?"

  "Well, either their panties or their pussies if they aren't
wearing any panties."

  Jamila's excitement rose to the point that she could feel her
vagina and clitoris pulsing as the wetness between her thighs
increased.  "I want to go to those parties, Jawad."

  "I knew you would," he replied grinning.

  After lunch, Jawad asked his wife, "Would you like to go
swimming this afternoon?"

  "Let's explore by ourselves, Darling.  After all, I know you
need to find someone to take care of that hard problem you told
me about.  If you fail to find anyone, I'll relieve you tonight."

  Jawad nodded.  He watched his wife's ass swinging sensuously as
she walked toward the pool area.

-------------------------------

  As soon as her husband was out of sight, Jamila changed
directions and headed to the other side of Hedonism and the nude
bathing area.  She could feel an excited tingling between her
thighs knowing what she planned to do.  Although nervous, she
didn't doubt that she would love the thrill of lying on the beach
and swimming naked.

  Jamila had come prepared as she was wearing a short, white
dress and heels with nothing underneath.  Stopping just before
she reached the sand, Jamila pulled the short white dress over
her leaving her naked except for her heels.

  There were several refreshment stands around the edge of the
beach area, each manned by a black steward.  Jamila walked down
the line of stands stopping briefly in front of each one to look
over the steward.  They all smiled brightly as their eyes scanned
her large tits and the enticing strip of pubic hair right above
her hidden cunt slit.

  About half way down the row of stands, she found the man she
was wanted.  He was large, with powerful, rippling muscles, and a
 handsome black face.  His entire body reeked of sensuality and
masculine virility.  Jamila felt the wetness seeping from her
pussy.  The man wore a white T-shirt and shorts.

  Walking deliberately and slowly up to the stand, her hips
swinging, Jamila looked directly into the man's eyes.  "I'm
Jamila," she said.

  The man smiled, his eyes locked onto her eyes rather that her
tits and cunt.  She loved his control and had no doubt that he
would be a magnificent stallion in bed.  "I'm Kebo."

  "Hello, Kebo.  I'm going to be here for the rest of the week,
and I think you're just the man I'm looking for, but I need to
see your cock."

  Without a moments hesitation, Kebo unzipped his shorts and
extracted a 7-inch, flaccid cock.  He smiled and whispered, "It
will get much, much larger when I am with you."

  "How large."

  "Usually 10 inches, but with you, probably 11 inches and very
thick."

  Jamila's couldn't prevent her sharp intake of breath and a 
small gasp.  "You are the man I'm looking for.  Are you
interested in... in... eh... taking care of my needs this next
week?"

  "Of course.  I would need to turn in my credentials as a man if
I were not."

  "Wonderful.  I'm going to sunbath on the beach.  Please bring
me something cool and join me when you can get off work.  Do you
have beach blankets here?"

  "I just need to call the office and inform them that a female
guest of the hotel wishes to have my exclusive services.  They
will send someone over to relieve me.  I shall join you very
soon, Jamila."

  After Kebo handed her a blanket, Jamila removed her heels, and
looked for a nice spot on the beach.  When she saw a naked woman
lying nearly on top of a man sporting a huge erection, she
selected a nearby spot so she could watch them.

  After spreading her blanket, Jamila laid down on her back,
opening her legs so that her pussy would be on display for any
interested male.  A few feet away, she saw the woman grinding her
mound against her partner's throbbing erection.  Both were
groaning softly.

  She was so enthralled with the couple, she was unaware of
Kebo's presence until he laid down beside her and handed her a
glass of ice cold lemonade.  As she sipped the drink, his hand
hefted and caressed one of her large breasts.

  "Does it excite you to watch that couple?" he whispered in
Jamila's ear.

  "Yes... it does.  I've never seen anything like this on a
public beach.  It's very erotic."

  "Turn on your side and face them.  You can see better that
way."

  When Jamila turned on her side to face the couple, Kebo laid
down behind her and pressed his muscular body against hers in
spoon position.  She could feel his cock was now erect and
pressing hard against her naked ass.  Reaching back, she felt his
naked cock and realized that he had taken off his shorts before
joining her on the blanket.  He was moving against her in concert
with the movements of the man a few feet away.

  Again, she heard Kebo whisper.  "In a moment, he will turn her
into the same position you are in, Jamila.  Then, he will fuck
her.  Watch."  Jamila realized that she was panting with
excitement.

  A short time later, the man made Kebo into a prophet when he
turned the woman onto her side and moved behind her matching
Kebo's position with her.  The woman bent her knees and thrust
her ass back against the cock that was now pressing hard against
her opening.  She raised her leg, and both she and Jamila gasped
as the large phallus stretched her pussy open allowing the head
to slip inside.  A moment later, half of the thick shaft was
inside her cunt.  Her moans turned to groans as the remainder of
the cock was thrust into her body.

  "Now... he will fuck her hard... very hard.  She has been
teasing him for an hour, and will now receive the just reward of
all cock teasers.  Watch!"

  Again, the man made Kebo into a prophet as he held her hips in
place and began ramming hard, powerful thrusts into her cunt.

  "Lift your leg and I will give it to you in the same way,
Jamila."

  "No.  Not here.  Later, in my hotel room."

  "Foolish woman.  It should be here and then again in your hotel
room.  But it shall be as you say.  Just remember what I have
told you about cock teasing women."

  Everyone within twenty meters of the fucking couple now heard
the woman screeching as the cock thudded with masculine authority
into her defenseless cunt.  The men watched her with lust; the
woman watched her with a measure of lust coupled with righteous
satisfaction that the slut was getting what she deserved. Jamila
watched with envy.

  She wanted cock... Kebo's cock, but after refusing him, she was
too embarrassed to ask him to fuck her.  She would just have to
wait.  The fact that Kebo's large hands were caressing both of
her tits, her belly, her mound, her thighs, her cunt, and her
erect clitoris made it much, much more difficult to wait.

  When the woman reached her first orgasm, her entire body
trembled.  Jamila could see the man's hips driving forward,
faster and harder, pounding his thick rod deep into the woman's
contracting hole.  It was too much for Jamila to stand.

  Lifting her leg to provide access, Jamila hissed at the black
stud behind her, "Put it in me!  Hurry!"

  She felt Kebo's hips surge forward an instant before she felt
her vagina stretched open by the thick male organ.  Once the head
was in her, Kebo pulled her hips back against his body and drove
his shaft inward... deep into her depths until she felt the head
thud against her cervix.  Jamila's passionate moans were even
louder than the woman who was receiving a similar fucking just a
few feet away.

  In just a couple of minutes, Jamila's vagina and clitoris began
to throb and contract as her first orgasm approached.  She was
amazed.  Never... ever before had a man excited her to orgasm so
quickly.  But then all thoughts were washed from her mind as the
thick, black cock pounded her helpless vagina into an explosive
climax.  Her shrill scream told every male around them that she
was cumming... hard and uncontrollably.

  Kebo gave her no time to rest.  His relentless cock fucked her
straight through her climax and then continued to hammer in and
out of her throbbing cunt.  In just moments, her mouth flew open
as she felt herself being propelled toward another intense
orgasm.  Gasping, she hissed, "Let me turn onto my stomach.  I
want you on me!"

  "As you wish, Jamila," came the passion-filled male voice.  As
soon as the cock exited her pulsing hole, she rolled onto her
stomach, arched her ass, and bent her legs.  "I can't wait, Kebo.
 Please... fuck me more.  Get on me and fuck meeeeeeeeeee!!"

  A moment later, all the men within 20 meters were again
watching the beautiful Egyptian woman being fucked by the
powerful black stud.  Her screams were even louder than those of
the other woman who was now on her back, legs high in the air
taking cock with her feet jerking back and forth each time it
powered into her cunt.

-----------------------------------

  Jawad had spent part of the afternoon at the luxurious swimming
pool watching the multitude of beautiful, sexy women who, more
often than not, were bare breasted with very little clothing
below their waists.  Quite a few of them gave him more than one
look, several smiled warmly and encouragingly, apparently
intrigued by his smooth, golden skin and the virile, masculine
appearance of some Egyptian men.

  Unfortunately, Jawad was on uncertain ground with western
women, particularly women who brazenly flaunted their delicious
bodies so openly.  Although his cock was hard with desire most of
the time, he was too nervous and intimidated by their sexuality
and beauty to approach any of them.  Before 4 PM, he had failed
to respond to at least six overt indications of sexual interest
by the women in the pool.

  Finally, the humiliation became overwhelming.  In addition,
after over two hours with a continuous, throbbing erection, his
cock ached and there was a narrow band of pain across his
abdomen.  Not knowing how to approach such women, Jawad left the
pool area.

  Jamila had said they would go to dinner around 7 PM.  That left
two and a half hours, and he didn't have a clue as to what to do
with the time.  When he entered the lobby, he saw the beautiful
bar and dining area and decided to get something cool to drink.

  As Jawad was the only customer, the bartender came over
immediately and said, "Good afternoon, Sir.  Can I prepare
something delicious for you?"

  "Well, I don't consume alcohol.  I was wondering if you might
fix me something delicious without the alcohol?"

  "That is no problem, Sir.  May I ask what is your favorite
fruit?"

  "Oh.  Mangoes are good.  Strawberries or peaches.  I'll leave
it in your capable hands."

  "Excellent, Sir.  I assure you that you will not be
disappointed."

  Five minutes later, the bartender set a beautifully decorated,
ornate glass before him that contained a crystal clear light red
liquid.  The aroma was wonderful, and the taste of the drink even
better.  "It's a fruit masterpiece!  Thank you.  My name is
Jawad."

  Jawad extended his hand which the bartender accepted graciously
while saying, "Javier Montos," he said.

  As Jawad sipped his drink, Javier eyed him thoughtfully. 
Finally, he opined, "It's none of my business, of course, Jawad,
but you look somewhat depressed.  Am I right?"

  "You're very perceptive, Javier.  I am somewhat down at the
moment."

  "When I see that at Hedonism, the reason is almost always the
same.  Women trouble.  Correct?"

  Jawad was impressed, immensely so and told Javier that. 
"You're really amazing.  You should open a counseling service
with a talent like that.  Would be very lucrative."

  "You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have access to the
incredible women who abound at Hedonism."  Javier gave Jawad a
man-to-man smile to stress his meaning.  "Would you like to talk
about what's depressing you?"

  "Why not?  It can't hurt.  I might feel better telling someone
about it."

  It took 15 minutes for Jawad to tell Javier about his
experience at the pool earlier that afternoon.  He concluded by
saying, "I know this sounds ridiculous to man such as yourself,
but these beautiful women with their bodies exposed and so
obviously sexual intimidate me.  I have no idea and no experience
whatsoever in how to approach such women.  I felt like a total
fool."

  Javier nodded and then replied, "You are no fool... not close.
Why do I say that... because you realize your problem and are man
enough to admit it.  I would have the same problem if I were in
your country and faced with approaching a beautiful Egyptian
woman.  If you will permit me, I will advise you about how to
deal with western women."

  "I would be most grateful, Javier.  We will be here for five
days, and I don't think I can take five more days like the one
this afternoon at the pool."

  "Jawad, when I finish, you won't have to worry about that.  The
next five days your only problem will be deciding which woman you
are going to fuck.  First, you must understand that if a woman is
not in the company of a man and has her body substantially
exposed, she is interested in sex.  Most stays at Hedonism are
very short, so she is interested in sex now... today. 
Understand?"

  "Yes.  That is clear.  I just didn't know how to approach
them."

  Thirty minutes later, Jawad left the bar armed with more than
ample techniques that Javier had assured him would provide him
all the sexual delights he desired during the remainder of his
stay.  He had tipped the bartender 100 EGP, which is about $19
US.

  At 5 PM, Jawad decided to change his clothes and shower before
dinner.  Inserting his key in the slot, the green light flashed,
but when he attempted to open the door, it refused to budge. 
Obviously, the dead bolt was in place so that the door was locked
from the inside.  He was about to knock on the door so Jamila
would let him in when he heard her voice.

  "OOohhhhh... yesss... aahhh... aaahhhh... aaahhhh."

  Instantly, Jawad's cock surged to full erection.  He pressed
his ear against the door.  The feminine moans of sexual pleasure
were clearer... louder.

  "UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! GGHHAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

  Then, a different voice came through the closed door.  This one
was deeper, much lower in pitch, almost a series of hard grunts
mixed with loud growls.  Jawad had no problems recognizing the
excited cries of a rutting male in the midst of fucking a woman.
In this case, the woman being fucked was obviously Jamila.

  "Oh yes!  Spread wider, Jamila. Pull your legs back.  Present
your cunt.  OOhhhh Fuck!  What a gorgeous hot cunt you have.  Do
you like it when I drive my 10-inches of black cock into your
cunt... like this!"

  "AH! AH! AH! AH! YES... OH GOD, YES!!  FUCK IT, KEBO!  FUCK MY
CUNT, DARLING... I'M ABOUT TO CUMMMMMMMMM!  OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH...
HARDER.... HARDER.... OOHHHHHHHH... YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN!!"

  For the next five minutes, Jawad listened to his wife gasping
and screaming as her orgasm surged through her body elevating her
excitement to a feverish pitch.  Then, as her spasms ebbed, her
screams turned to groans and then to soft moans of contentment. 
Then, Jawad again heard Kebo's voice.

  "That was beautiful!  I can't hold this load any longer,
Jamila.  Your cunt is too tight, too hot, too delicious.  I must
cum."

  Jawad could hardly hear his wife's reply:  "Are you safe?  I
want your cum inside me... please... cum ... me."

  Kebo' voice was much louder.  "Every staff member at Hedonism
is tested weekly for their safety and the safety of the guests. 
I'm quite safe and I shall spend the rest of the week filling all
of your delicious holes with my sperm, Jamila.  Are you ready? 
I'm going to fuck you very hard and very deep."

  This time Jawad had no problem hearing his wife's voice as she
howled, "Yes! Fuck me!  Hard!  Deep!  Fill my cunt, you
big-cocked stud.  Fuck me full!.  Cum, Kebo.  CUM!"

  For the next five minutes, the sounds from inside the room were
a garbled mixture of guttural masculine shouts and shrill female
squeals of intense pleasure.

  Jawad felt like he was going to ejaculate in his pants. 
Walking down the hallway toward his mother's room, he heard
sounds coming from inside the twins' room.  Pressing his ear to
their door, he realized with a shock that both Maryam and Maha
were being fucked at the same time as Kebo was giving it to his
wife.

  "Raise you ass, higher, Maha.  Put your head on the bed. 
Yes... like that.  UUMMMPF... UUMMPF... UUMMPF... UUMMPPFF."

  "Oh fuck me, Serek. FuckMeFuckMeFuckMeFuckMeFuckMeFuckMe!"

  "Ride it, Baby, ride my big black fuck stick, Maryam.  Hammer
that ass up and down my cock, Honey."

  "OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH... AAAHHHHHHHH...  I'M CUMMINGGG!
GIVE IT TO ME HARD, KORDELL. "

  Jawad's cock was jerking inside his pants uncontrollably. 
Rushing to his Mother's room intending to talk to her and take
his mind off the intense sex happening in the other two rooms, he
stopped just short of knocking when he hear his Mother's voice
from inside.

  "Fuck me, you big-cocked bastard.  Ram it, hard.  I want to cum
again.  Come on... give it to me.  I won't break.  Fuck my cunt,
Stud.  Fill my hot hole, Lover, and make me explode again."

  "Damn, Noor!  You're killing me.  I've been fucking you for
three hours.  I don't have any cum left to shoot into your
cunt... none."

  "Then just fuck me, Honey.  Just make me cum again.... I'm
almost there."

  Jawad's cum exploded in his pants... stream after stream of
semen and sperm poured from his jerking cock... at the same time
as his mother howled in orgasm as her cunt contracted in hard
spasms around Carlos' big cock.

------------------------

  That evening the entire family enjoyed an exquisite dinner in
Hedonism's 4-star restaurant.  Of course, they had to decline the
delicious variety of wines available, but nonetheless, the food
and ambiance were fantastic.

  After dinner, the girls went off on their own (both Noor and
Jamila had a pretty good idea of what they might be doing) while
Noor, Jamila, and Jawad went to the evening party and spent two
hours dancing with Jawad and other men who were doing their best
to seduce either one or both of the women.

  Around 10:30, Noor came back to their table after dancing with
a handsome man who appeared to be European and said, "I'm
somewhat tired, Jawad.  I think I shall retire for the evening. 
You two stay and have a good time."

  She leaned over and kissed her son lightly on the cheek and
then moved to Jamila and repeated the gesture.  When their faces
were close together, Jamila whispered, "I don't believe for a
moment that you're tired and are going to sleep, Mother."

  Noor whispered back, "I didn't say I was going to sleep, Dear.
I simply said I was going to retire for the evening."

  "With that handsome man with whom you just danced?"

  "MMmmmmmmmmm..."

  "Will you fuck him, Mother?"

  "No, Darling.  I think he plans to fuck me.  Have fun."

  Jawad was, of course, oblivious to the brief exchange between
his wife and his mother.  Men usually are, and women constantly
use that fact to their advantage.

  As his mother left the ballroom, Jawad commented to his wife,
"I hope Mother isn't too exhausted.  It's too bad she's so tired
that she had to leave the party early."  Jamila had to quickly
take a swallow of her strawberry punch to keep from laughing.

  After dancing for another half hour, Jawad suggested that they
head back to their own room.  "I think that's a good idea,
Darling.  You go ahead.  I'll be along very shortly.  I need to
pay a visit to the ladies room and clear my head.  Then, I want
to step outside and see the night lights about the hotel.  Go
ahead.  I'll join you soon."

--------------------

  Mendez was waiting in his office when Jamila entered.  She
smiled seductively and locked the door behind her.

  "Dios!  I was going crazy waiting for you.  You are such an
exotic, exciting woman!  How long do we have?"

  "No more than 30 minutes, Darling.  I told my husband I would
join him in our room shortly.  Quickly... let us not waste the
time we have!"

  Jamila moved in front of her lover, unzipped his pants and
extracted his large cock.  She was delighted to find his organ
already rigid with lust for her.  A thin stream of precum swung
back and forth from the swollen, purple head.  The thick shaft
pointed almost vertically.  Cupping his large balls, she moved
her open mouth toward his cock.  It jerked in her hand in wild
anticipation.

  Mendez groaned with intense masculine pleasure as Jamila's hot,
sucking mouth enveloped his cock.  She sucked in 4 inches
immediately.  As he pumped his hips back and forth, driving the
cock in and out of her mouth, Jamila coated his entire shaft with
saliva until it was wet and slick.  The mouth fucking went
smoothly after that.

  Soon, Jamila's mouth bulged with six inches of cock.  The
pulsing head was lodged up against her throat.  Opening her mouth
as wide as possible, she pressed her head downward... the cock
entered her throat.  She tried to pull back, but Mendez's strong
hands held her firmly in place.  After her initial gagging ebbed,
he pushed the remaining inches into her throat.

  As his balls banged against her chin on each stroke, Jamila
raised her eyes to his, silently asking if he intended to
ejaculate into her belly.  Mendez shook his head.  A moment
later, he pulled his dripping phallus from her mouth.  Saliva ran
from her mouth and formed a long rope from her chin.

  Mendez quickly opened the blouse of the panting woman and
extracted both of her large, heaving breasts.  "Bend over the
desk, Jamila," came Mendez's command.

  Putting one knee up on his desk, Jawad's wife bent at the waist
and arched her ass.  At the same time, she jerked up her skirt. 
Mendez's cock lurched when he saw she wore no panties.  Her wet
and waiting koos was already flanged open.  Mendez could see her
cunt throbbing with need for cock.

  "Aaaahhhhhh!"  Jamila's hissing moan filled the office as the
thick shaft sank into her waiting vagina.  IN...in...in... 
deeper and deeper.  "Ooohhhhhhhhh!"   More cock entered. 
"UUnngghhhhhhh!" Mendez's balls slapped against her erect
clitoris.  "Ooohhhh fuck...  NIKH ME!  HARD, Ralphiel... HARD!"

  For 15 minutes, the only sounds in the office were the thud of
male on female flesh and the combined male grunts and female
shrieks that quickly followed each thud of flesh on flesh.  As
Jamila's vagina began to throb in hard contractions, she
squealed, "Ooohhh, Ralphiel... I'm going to cum.  Can you cum
with me? Uunngghhhh..."

  "Turn over onto your back so I can pound it hard and deep and
cum with you!"

  Mendez pulled his jerking, pulsing cock from Jamila's cunt and
helped her mount the desk on her back.  She pulled her legs up,
bending her knees.  At the same time, Mendez nailed his rigid
prick back into her throbbing cunt hole.

  "AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.... yesssssssssssss," came the excited
female hiss of pleasure.  "Now!  Fuck my cunt!  Shoot in
meeeeeeeeee!"

  As the thick cum load poured into Jamila's vagina, the howls
and screams of male and female became indistinguishable.  When
Mendez finally dismounted, Jamila's pussy and clitoris were still
contracting in the aftermath of her orgasm.  The thick load began
to seep from her stretched hole even before she rose.  She knew
she was already late so she quickly dressed and hurried back to
join her husband with Mendez's cum load running down both of her
thighs.

===================================

Vacation:  Day Two:

  Jawad had been desperate to have sex with Jamila that night
when she had finally returned to their room around midnight after
dinner and dancing.  Unfortunately, his wife was exhausted and
was sound asleep before Jawad emerged from their bathroom.  He
slipped beneath the covers and pressed his raging cock against
his wife's ass, but she had moved away.  "I'm exhausted, Jawad. 
Let's go to sleep," she moaned while feeling the delicious
wetness of Mendez's cum between her thighs.  Jamila fell into a
deep sleep a few minutes later.

  That night, Jawad once again verified the fact that men cannot
sleep with an iron-hard erection.  It was almost 3 AM before he
was finally able to fall asleep.

  It was nearly 9 AM when he awoke the next morning.  The bed
beside him was empty as was the room.  The only trace he found of
his wife was a note from her that was lying on the dresser.  It
read,

-----------------------------
  Jawad,

  Have gone out for the day.  I'm seeing Mendez about tickets to
visit the Annie Palmar mansion and to get tickets for the girls
to go to Dunn Falls.  Mother and I are taking a picnic lunch and
plan to go exploring.  Relax... have some fun today, Honey.  I'll
see you later.  Love... Jamila

-----------------------------

  Not just a little disgusted, Jawad showered and then selected a
bright, colored, V-necked shirt.  On impulse, he opened the
buttons halfway down his chest and fastened a gold chain with a 
medallion around his neck.  Looking in the mirror, Jawad liked
what he saw.  His dark, hairy chest and the exposed rippling
pectoral muscles gave him an exotic and virile appearance.  He
started to put on a pair of slacks and then, at the last minute,
changed to a pair of white shorts that he had rarely worn because
he thought them too tight.

  They were still too tight, but when he again looked at his
reflection in the full-length mirror, he saw that his thick organ
was beautifully outlined.  When he got hard, as he knew he
eventually would, it would be nearly obscene.  Having neglected
to shave, Jawad saw that he had a dark stubble of a beard. 
Suddenly, he was glad he had forgotten to shave because that dark
stubble added an aura of powerful masculinity that he thought
those nearly naked women in the pool were going to love.

  When Jawad left his hotel room, he was grinning, certain that
today was going to be very different from his first day at
Hedonism.  Thinking about the naked bouncing breasts of the all
the blonde women at the pool, he realized his cock was rapidly
rising.  "It's too bad my wife was in such a hurry this morning.
She could have gotten a hot fucking if she had stayed around,"
Jawad thought to himself.  "Oh well, it's her loss."

--------------------

  "Oh Fuck!"  Mendez gasped in hot pleasure.  "Hose, garter belt,
teddie, and heels.  You look just like hot, distilled, pure sex,
Jamila.  I can't remember a woman who could get me so hard, so
fast, and so often."

  "You think I'm a hot shlicka, huh?"

  "Shlicka?"

  "Slut, Darling... slut.  Are you going to fuck your hot slut
this morning?"

  "That's just too hot and erotic for words.  Turn around so I
can see your big tits and your pussy, Jamila."

  Jamila turned and leaned back against the table.  "Jezzz...
what a pair your have.  Just gorgeous tits... what the Arabic
word for tits?"

  "Bizaazes, Lover."

  "There needs to be a special word for tits like you have,
Jamila.  Bend over.  Show me your hot ass."

  She turned and bent at the waist.  With her head on the couch
and her ass high above, Jamila looked back at Mendez.  "Pick a
hole, Darling... pick a hole and fuck me!"

  Stepping behind her, Mendez drove his cock into her cunt.  
"Damn, Jamila!  Your pussy is hot and soaking wet this morning. 
Take it, Honey.  Take my big cock!"  Ralphiel growled as his
prick plunged in and out of her hot opening.

  "Don't talk... Nikh me, you big-cocked stud.  Fuck me hard. 
You like my tight, hot manush, Ralphiel?  You like the way my
pussy feels.  Hurry... do me harder.  I'm about to cum.  Pump
me!"

-------------------

  Jawad strolled to the pool area and took a seat with a good
view of the pool.  Very quickly, an attractive young woman
wearing a tight red top and black mini skirt approached and, with
a warm smile, said, "Good morning, Sir.  Would you like some
refreshment?  Something to drink perhaps?"  As she spoke, she
leaned over slightly to provide the handsome man an enticing view
of her breasts.

  When this had happened several times on the previous afternoon,
Jawad had been flustered, somewhat embarrassed, and very
uncertain as to what he should do.  But that was yesterday,
before Javier had explained how to handle western women.  Today
was a different story with a much more knowledgeable Jawad who
replied in accented English that sent a shiver through the
waitress, "Well, I very much like what I see.  Perhaps, later I
would enjoy seeing more... much more.  But for the present, I'll
settle for a glass of orange juice, a serving of dry toast, and
some hot oatmeal with milk and cream mixed."

  "Certainly, Sir.  I'll bring it immediately," the Jamaican
beauty replied with a smile.

  As she walked away, Jawad kept his eyes on her undulating ass
waiting for her to turn and look back at him, as he knew she
would.  The woman took several more steps, each time swinging her
hips, and then turned and looked back over her shoulder to see if
he was watching.  Jawad was ready.

  When the woman looked back, she found Jawad staring directly
into her eyes.  Being accustomed to men staring at her body and
then looking away when caught, she was both surprised and excited
to find this man looking directly into her eyes, his gaze not
wavering in the slightest.  Jawad slowly ran the tip of his
tongue over his top lip.  Then, for a short moment, he allowed
the woman to see his lust by lowering his eyes to her thrusting
breasts.  When his eyes again returned to her face, she felt her
body shudder.

  While he waited for his breakfast, Jawad used the time to
examine all the women in and around the pool.  Some were more
attractive and beautiful than others, of course, but all were
sensuous in their brief bathing suits and openly erotic demeanor.
Several of the women spent as much time inspecting him as he was
spending on them.  When that happened, Jawad's gaze never moved
away from the woman.  In response to his open and frank
appraisal, some women looked away; others touched their breasts;
more than a few smiled seductively... almost all felt their
vaginas throb.

  When his waitress returned with his juice, toast, and oatmeal
with milk and cream, Jawad saw to his delight that she had opened
another button on her red blouse.  When she bent over his table
to place his food before him, her large breasts were on the verge
of falling free.  He watched her intently as she remained bent
over his table allowing him to enjoy her almost totally exposed
breasts.

  "How big are they?"

  "36D," she whispered leaning over even further.

  "Show me," he said softly.

  The waitress didn�t' even bother to look around to see who
might be watching.  Her hand moved upward to her top.  She looked
directly into Jawad�s eyes as she pulled her blouse and bra aside
to allow her left breast to surge into the open.  Its nipple was
large... swollen.  Leaning forward, Jawad licked it lightly.

  "aaahhh," came the soft moan.

  His lips closed over it.

  "Mmmmmmmm,"  came a louder moan.

  He sucked it... hard.  As the nipple enlarged inside his mouth,
his tongue lashed it... up and down... back and forth.

  "OOOHHHHHHHH!"

  Just before he released the woman breast, he squeezed and bit
gently on the now engorged nipple.  In response, her body
trembled as she pressed her thighs tightly together.

  Pulling back, her passion-filled dark eyes met his lust-filled
ones.  "I get off work at 3:00," she whispered.  "Do you want
me?"

  "I'll be back at 3:00 PM.  What is your name?"

  "It's Senora," she whispered.

  "That's a sensuous name, Senora.  Be ready."

  "I'm already ready," she moaned as she replaced her breast
inside her blouse, licked her top lip, and then walked back to
the kitchen with her ass swinging even more than before.

  Jawad turned his attention to his oatmeal and toast with an
occasional sip of the fresh orange juice.  Before he was half
finished, he noticed a large-breasted, blonde beauty in her early
20s watching him from her deck chair just a few feet away.

  Jawad immediately returned her stare with a broad smile and
said, "You are aware, I'm certain, that you are gorgeous.  We
simply do not have blonde goddesses such as you in Egypt.  If you
were to come to Egypt with me, a thousand men would be kneeling
before you, panting and begging for no more than a smile.  I'm
Jawad, and you have made my day."

  The blonde's hand moved to her large breast at his compliment.
Finally, she recovered her voice:  "Look who's talking... you've
got to be the sexiest man here."

  "Ah... that is most kind of you, but I'm afraid the beautiful
woman speaks with a forked tongue.  There are many men here much
more handsome than I."

  "That's true... a lot are more handsome, but none... absolutely
none are as sexy and as virile looking as you.  You just ooze
masculinity.  I feel like I might get pregnant from you just
looking at me.  Look at the women in the pool.  Half of them
can't take their eyes off of you."

  Leaning closer, Jawad smiled and said asssuringly, "Don't be
concerned.  I promise not to impregnate you."  Jawad smiled,
hesitated a moment, and then added, "... with my eyes."

  They stared at each other.  Finally, Jawad broke the silence. 
"Sit up so I can see your beautiful breasts.  They are truly
works of art.  May I know your name?"

  The woman sat up in the deck chair.  The small yellow bra
barely contained half of her large tits.  It looked like it might
give way at any moment.  "It's Brandy... my name," she stammered.
"Are my tits as good as that waitress has?"

  "You saw that?"

  "How could I help it?  You just told her to take them out and
she did.  That was so incredibly erotic I thought I might cum
from just watching.  Are all Egyptian men so ... so forceful...
so incredibly ... so incredibly... masculine?"

  "Unfortunately, I am unable to answer that, Brandy.  All I can
tell you is that Egyptian men go to great lengths to please a
woman.  I think she was pleased... do you not think so?"

  Brandy squeezed one of her large breasts and moaned softly, "I
thought she had an orgasm when you sucked her like that right
here in public.  Are you going to fuck her?"

  "Perhaps... but her complexion is dark as is her black hair. 
To be certain, she is a sensuous beauty, but my wife, Jamila, is
equally or even more beautiful with a similar complexion.  So I
have experienced the delights of sex with such a dark-haired,
beautiful woman many times.  On the other hand, I have never had
such an experience with a blonde goddess.  I intend to change
that very soon.  Remove your bra, Brandy, so I can see your
breasts."

  Brandy stood up and moved to within a half a meter of my chair.
 Her hands reached upward to the edges of her bikini top... and
then stopped.  "I married," she said.

  "My congratulations, Brandy.  Now... remove your top."

  "My husband might see us," she stated but did not move her
hands away from her bra.

  "He might, and I suspect that it will excite him greatly to see
his beautiful wife exposing her breasts for a handsome, dark
stranger."

  Brandy's body actually trembled.  "How did you know?" she
hissed, her voice filled with sexual excitement.

  "Because he's on the side of the pool watching us.  In fact, he
hasn't taken his eyes off of us.  And his hand is squeezing his
organ, which I'm certain is now very hard and erect.  Take out
your tits, Brandy.  I'm waiting and so is your husband."

  Brandy's trembling increased until she was shuddering. 
Quickly, she ripped off her bra allowing her large tits to swing
free.  Jawad could not suppress his gasp of astonishment at their
beauty and their size.  His wife was 36D... so this woman had to
be at least 38DD.

  "Gorgeous... no... that is grossly insufficient.  They're
magnificent!  Now... your ass.  I must see your ass."

  Brandy pressed her thighs together and moved her hand over her
mound that was just barely concealed by her brief thong.  "Oh
gawd!  Please... don't strip me naked here in front of everyone.
Please," she whined.

  "Brandy, when an Egyptian man tells a woman to make herself
naked for his pleasure, he doesn't expect to have to ask twice."

  Brandy's nervousness was so great she bit her knuckle and
clenched eyes shut.  Jawad could see her body shake with a
mixture of fear, embarrassment, and desire to show him every
thing.  To himself, he laughed at the absurdity of his statement.
 He could just imagine Jamila's response if he were to demand
that she strip naked in public.  But Brandy didn't know that, and
he wasn't about to tell her.

  "All right, Brandy.  It will not be necessary for you to remove
your thong.  Just get down on your blanket on all fours with your
teez... excuse me... your ass facing me."

  There was no further protest from the young blonde who
immediately assumed the position as directed by Jawad.  Wearing
only her heels and pink thong, which did no more than cover her
asshole, Brandy thrust her ass in Jawad's direction and stayed in
the position waiting until he indicated he was satisfied with her
bottom.  Jawad let the blonde remain in the subservient position
for several minutes.  His eyes moved from her delectable ass to
her husband on the side of the pool, who was now slowly stroking
his organ.

  "Stand up, Brandy."

  The blonde scrambled to her feet and once more stood right in
front of Jawad, who remained seated.  She was panting with
excitement, her breasts heaving with each breath.  Watching her
with undisguised lust, Jawad said, "Your husband is... I'm
sorry... I don't know the English word...  he's... pleasuring
himself from watching you."

  Brandy glanced at her husband and then grinned at Jawad. 
"You're right... he hasn't got his cock out, but he is jacking
off."

  "Are you ready, Brandy.  Shall we go to my room?"

  Her trembling increased still further.  "You're going to fuck
me, aren't you?"

  "Many times."

  "Ooohhhh god... please... do it to me," she begged.

  "As you wish, but if I am going to accommodate your request...
you must accommodate mine.  Remove your thong.  I will take you
to my hotel room... naked."

  Brandy's excitement rose to the point that she was unable to
resist thrusting her hand between her thighs, but she put up no
further silly female protests.  Every woman and probably every
man around and in the pool already knew this virile Egyptian man
was going to fuck her.  Quickly, she stripped off her thong and,
with her naked ass and tits bouncing, followed Jawad as he walked
toward the hotel rooms.

  On the way, Jawad passed the waitress.  "You're going to fuck
that blonde slut, aren't you?" she accused.

  "Yes.  I have decided to put my cock into her.  It will the
first time it has entered a blonde woman such as her."

  Moving closer, she squeezed his erect prick and pleaded,
"Please save some for me this afternoon.  Please."

  "Do not worry.  I will fetch you a dozen times."

-----------------------------

  The small car moved smartly toward Ocho Rios on the north shore
of Jamaica.  Jamila and Kebo were in the front and Noor and Banco
were in the back.  The previous day, Jamila had asked Kebo if he
knew any black men who would like to spend the day as Noor's
escort.

  Shaking his head, Kebo had said, "On such short notice, Jamila,
I don't think that I can find more than two or three dozen men
who would volunteer."

  Laughing, Jamila replied, "Well, I'll rely on your good
judgment.  My mother-in-law has the same tastes in men as I do. 
Pick someone who will please her."

  "Only one condition," her lover had replied.

  "And what might that be?"

  "You have to promise me that you won't get jealous and leave me
for him."

  "Well, I don't know about that, Darling.  If he's a real stud
and my mother is willing to share... who knows."

  Kebo had moved closer and ran his hand up Jamila's short skirt
onto her panties.  Sliding his hand between her thighs, his
fingers slowly stroked over her slit and then upward to her
rapidly swelling clitoris.  He had rubbed her passion bud with
slow sensuous strokes until her hips were thrusting against his
fingers and soft moans were coming from her open mouth.  "Unless
you promise, I'm going to stop."

  Jamila had gasped, "Don't you dare stop!  I promise... but
don't stop!"

  Kebo had not stopped until Jamila had reached an intense
orgasm.  And now, the four of them were headed toward Ocho Rios
where Kebo and Banco had promised an exciting exploration of the
some of the caves along the north shore of the island.

  Jamila realized that she and Kebo had been doing most of the
talking during the drive.  Since Noor usually had much to say on
every subject, Jamila turned around to see what the problem was.
As soon as she looked into the back, she saw what the problem
was.  It was very difficult for her mother to speak with her
mouth full of a huge black cock that was slowly sliding in and
out of mouth.  She could even see her mother's neck bulging as
the cock head entered and left her throat on each stroke.

  Kebo had outdone himself selecting her mother's lover.  Banco
was 49 years old, in excellent physical condition with a powerful
rugged body.  Before they had left on the vacation, her mother
had confided that with all the stories she had heard and read
about the sexual poweress of black males, she hoped that she
would have the chance to finally experience one for real. 
Looking at Banco's thick cock as it moved sensuously in and out
of her mother's mouth, she felt her own pussy becoming wet and
starting to pulse.  He was even thicker than Kebo although not
quite as long.  And judging from the way he was expertly working
her mother from one climax to another, Jamila was certain that
her mother was not going to have any complaints.

  Turning around she snuggled against Kebo's body pressing her
breast into his side.

  "Careful there, Darling.  You don't want us to have a wreck."

  "No, but my mother is having a lot more fun than I am right
now.  You should see what's happening in the back seat."

  "I know what's happening.  I've been watching Banco seducing
your mother for the last 30 minutes.  He's already made her cum
twice and right now she's about to get all of that monster cock
into her throat.

  "Will a condom fit over that huge cock, Kebo?"

  "Probably, but it's not necessary.  Banco and I have both been
tested within the last week.  I told you yesterday that's
required of all the employees at Hedonism as a condition of
employment.  Besides, what makes you think that he will fuck your
mother?"

  "If he doesn't, she'll rape him."

  Kebo had to slow the car down he was laughing so hard.  "What's
so funny, Mon?" Banco asked from the back seat.

  "Nothing.  Jamila and I are just worried about your safety."

  "Why so, Mon?"

  Laughing even harder, Kebo finally managed to say, "I'll tell
you later."

---------------------------

  The bus to Dunn Falls was packed... so packed that the driver
was going to have to have the passengers draw lots to see which
two of them had to take a later bus.  "You say you're only two
seats short?" Korbell asked.

  "Si.  Dos.  Dos silla," replied the driver.

  "Maha and Maryam can sit on our laps," Kordell suggested to the
driver who looked puzzled with his limited English until Kordell
sat down and pulled Maha down onto his lap.  Maryam quickly
followed suit by seating herself on Serek's lap.  The driver
smiled his understanding and felt his cock becoming hard with the
thought that the two lucky black men would have those two
beautiful females bouncing around on their organs for the entire
two-hour trip and then two more hours on the return trip.  He had
no doubt that both of their cocks were going to be hard as stone.

  With the seating problem solved, the bus was underway very
quickly for the two-hour drive to Dunn Falls.

  Both girls had worn mid-thigh skirts and tennis shoes for the
trip and the ensuing 175 meter climb to the top of the falls. 
Although the slope was gentle, it was still not a climb anyone
should attempt to make wearing high heels.  Jamila had been very
insistent on that point even though both of her daughters
protested that they looked much better wearing heels.

  "When the two of you are climbing up that slope with your
boyfriends behind you to catch you if you should lose your
balance, do either one of you think for a moment that their eyes
are going to be on your shoes??"

  Maha and Maryam had both giggled at that thought.  Jamila had
added one more warning before leaving with Noor for their cave
exploration trip.  "Be certain to wear panties!  That's final!"

  Thirty minutes into the bus trip, both women felt a semihard
cock pressing into their buttocks.  Although they had their
dress, their panties, their boyfriend's pants and his briefs
between his cock and their pussy, the men were still slowly
becoming erect.  And they had another 90 minutes of bus ride
still to go.  At almost the same moment, both women felt their
panties becoming wet.

  "Why don't you girls teach us some Arabic as spoken in Cairo?"
Serek suggested.

  "You want us to teach you Arabic in 90 minutes?  You may be
smart but you're not that smart," Maryam laughed.

  "Well, that's certainly correct.  So how about teaching us the
important words.  For example, what's the Arabic word for these
beautiful things?"  Serek asked, his hand moving upward and
cupping Maryam's large breasts.  In English, these are breasts...
or as we like to call them, tits.  In Spanish, they're called
chichis.  Mmmmmm... love to play with your chichis, Maryam."

  Right beside them, Kordell already had his hand inside Maha's
blouse caressing her tits.  "What am I playing with in Arabic,
Maha?" he asked.

  "You're playing with my bizaazes," Darling.  Do you like how
firm my bizaazes are?  Why don't you pull down my bra so you can
really tell just how firm my bizaazes are?"

  Serek heard Maha's suggestion and quickly slipped his hands
inside Maryam's bra and cupped both of her large tits.  "Oh
fuck!" he whispered in her ear.  "You have fantastic bizaazes."

  "MMmmmmmmmmmmmmm... and I love the way you handle them, Serek,"
Maryam moaned softly.

  Serek and Kordell looked at each other.  Kordell nodded toward
the women, making an upward motion with his hands as he did so. 
In response, Serek winked and nodded in agreement.  Both men
grasped the bottom of the women's tops, and, on a nod from
Kordell, simultaneously pulled them up.  Two pairs of large tits
swung free for a moment until all four tits were captured in four
male hands.

  The breast play continued for 10 minutes or so with the result
that both cocks were much harder than they had been before the
language lesson had started.

  "Raise up, Maha," Kordell said softly.

  "Why?" she teased, knowing very well why her black lover wanted
her to raise her buttocks off his lap.  His answer surprised her.


  "So we can continue the language lesson," he said with a grin.

  The instant her ass rose off Kordell's lap, the young man
pulled her skirt up over her hips so that when she settled back
onto his lap, one less layer of clothing separated her pussy from
his cock.

  "You too, Maryam," came Serek's command.  A moment later her
skirt was high on her hips, almost bunched uselessly around her
waist.

  "Lift your sexy butt again, Maha."

  Maha moaned softly as she lifted herself.  Kordell's hands
explored the fleshy globes.

  "In English, this is called an "ass".  In Spanish, it's called
an "asno" or a "buro".  And you've got one hot, sexy asno, Maha."

  Maha wiggled her sexy buro on Kordell's rapidly hardening cock.
 "You like the way my teez feels, Honey?"

  "Is that the Arabic word for you luscious ass, Maryam?" Serek
asked as his hands explored its contours.

  "Mmmmmmm.... yes...  and I love the feel of your hands on my
teez, Serek.  Do it more," she cooed softly.

  Across the aisle, a woman in her late twenties, who was
accompanied either by her husband or her lover, leaned across the
aisle and spoke to Serek.  "You'll be able to feel her teez much
better if you take off her panties, Honey."

  "Do you really think I should take them off?"

  As soon as Serek asked the question, the couple directly in
front of them turned around in their seats.  The man answered
Serek's question.  "Absolutely!  Both of you should take off
their panties."  His girlfriend not only nodded her agreement,
she offered her assistance.

  Getting onto her knees in her seat, the woman leaned across the
small seat back, put her hands on Maha's bare knees, and said,
"Come on, Honey.  You heard the vote.  It's unanimous.  Your
panties need to come off right now.  Lift up and I'll help you
get them off."

  Turning to Maryam, the woman asked, "What's your name, Dear?"

  "Maryam."

  "Well, Maryam, I'm Helen and this is my husband, Don.  You
heard the vote too.  If raise your sexy butt, I'm sure Don will
help you remove your panties."

  Both girls once again lifted their hips off the men's laps.  As
the same time, Helen slipped her hands into waistband of Maha's
panties while Don's took hold of Maryam's.  The couple across the
aisle leaned closer as both pair of panties started down the
women's thighs, over their knees, and down onto their calves.

  "Raise your legs, Helen ordered.  Both girls complied and Don
and Helen pulled their panties over their tennis shoes.

  "I think these belong to you, Darling."  She handed Maha's
panties to Kordell.  At the same time, Don gave Maryam's to
Serek. "Now, I think you're ready to continue your language
lesson," Helen whispered, hissing in her excitement.

  Pulling the women back down onto their laps, Kordell and Serek
each felt a bare cunt now pressing against their iron-hard cock.
Serek's hand delved between Maryam's thighs.  She spread them
immediately to allow him access.  Don stared directly between her
legs as the hand explored her shaved pussy.

  "What's this called in Arabic?"

  "Ooohhhhh... ooohhhhh," the excited teenager moaned.

  "What's this hot, wet pussy called in Arabic?" Serek repeated.

  "Ooohhh... rub meee... rub my koos... my manush," she hissed as
her excitement rose.  Beside her, her sister's hips were hunching
as Kordell's hand moved back and forth between her thighs over
her cunt

  The two men behind Maha and Maryam were now leaning over the
seats watching them as were two other couples seated slightly
further away.  Don now had his hand under his wife's dress
caressing her cunt.  Her hips were grinding on the seat as her
husband's fingers slipped inside her wetness.  Leaning over, he
whispered in Helen's ear, "I love your hot koos, Baby."

----------------------------

  Jawad had Brandy on the bed, naked, her legs high in the air
and spread wide.  The wildly excited blonde moaned continuously
as Jawad's tongue moved up and down the entire length of her
slit, from her anus to her clitoris.  When his tongue reached her
erect clit, the entire length of her vagina throbbed.

  Jawad moved his tongue back to the blonde's anus and again made
the journey up to her pulsing clitoris.  Her feminine squeals of
delight filled the room.  Again and again, he swabbed the length
of her slit until Brandy hips were thrusting as her body thrashed
about on the bed.

  Sliding his hands onto her huge tits, Jawad squeezed and then
his fingers moved to her erect nipples where they pulled and
twisted bringing howls of pleasure/pain from the convulsing
woman.

  After a quarter of an hour, a tortured scream erupted from
Brandy's lungs.  Her body rose off the bed, her back bowing until
only her heels and shoulders were touching the bed.  Her cunt
convulsed and throbbed...opening and closing...opening.. and
closing... in repeated throbbing sexual spasms of orgasm.

  Finally, she collapsed to the bed, her legs gaping open, her
tits heaving, her lungs gasping for breath.  Her sex hole
continued to throb and pulse.

  Jawad gave the hot blonde a minute to recover before he pressed
the business end of the vibrator into her sex slit.  Immediately,
she screamed, her ass arching a foot off the bed.  He moved it
upward, pressing it hard against her erupting clitoris.  Juices
spurted out of her vagina a foot into the air.

  Brandy begged him to stop... it was too sensitive... she just
couldn't take any more...  "Please... ohhhh god.... please... I
can't take any more."

  Jawad pushed her legs up and back and drove the vibrator back
into her sex gash directly on her jerking clitoris. 
"AAAAAAHHHH!!" the blonde slut wailed.  "OOOHHHHhh  
UUNNNGGHHHH... DON'T STOP... PLEASE...DON'T STOP.. MAKE ME CUM
AGAIN....OOOHHHHHHHHHH."

  Her cunt was contracting in a hard spasms when Jawad dropped
the vibrator onto the floor and mounted the women.  Realizing
that she was about to be fucked, Brandy's hips began fuck motions
even before the cock touched her pussy.

  Holding her hips, Jawad steadied her fuck hole, aligned his
cock, and drove it into her hot body.  Instantly, her legs shot
straight out, rigid, her muscles taut.  Her toes pointed.  Her
hands squeezed her tits as her cunt tunnel convulsed in another
throbbing orgasm.

  Jawad held his cock deep inside her pussy, pressing the head
against her womb... pushing it back to enlarge her hole for his
thick phallus.  Her vagina throbbed helplessly beneath the male
stud.  When Jawad flexed his cock inside her hole, Brandy's hips
hunched in hot response.  Her mouth opened; her tongue extended
and curled as her pussy contracted.

  When Jawad began to fuck the blonde slut, her ass rose as she
tried desperately to keep the cock buried as deeply as possible
inside her sex hole.  The cock fucked her harder... faster.  Her
ass thrashed helplessly beneath the dominant stud using her. 
Saliva began to run from the corners of her mouth.  She screamed
and came again.

  After more than an hour of continuous sex, Jawad whispered in
her ear.  "I need to cum now.  I can't possibly hold it any
longer.  You're just too damn hot.  I'm going to cum inside your
cunt.  I hope you're taking the pill, but it doesn't matter...
the load is going into your womb whether you are or not!"

  "Ohhhh yesss!!" she hissed.  "Don't you dare pull that
beautiful cock out of my cunt.  Cum in me.  Shoot in meeee...CUM
IN MY CUNT...SHOOT IT IN NOW!!", she screamed.

  Brandy exploded into another orgasm at the same moment as
Jawad's sex gun fired off deep inside her throbbing cunt.

-----------------------------

  Kebo and Banco led Noor and Jamila along the beautiful, white
sandy beach on the north shore.  Both women were surprised that
the area was almost deserted, and asked the men about this.

  "Only the locals know of this spot and this cave.  Later
tonight, there will be more people here, but at this early hour,
it is usually deserted," Banco explained.

  "How far to this cave?" Noor asked.

  "Not far.  Perhaps 500 meters up the beach.  You will see it
set into the face of the cliff back from the ocean.  It is safe
as the tide does not reach the cave.  Some caves in the area
become impassable at high tide."

  The men took their time, guiding the women toward the cave with
their hands caressing their asses.  With 300 meters still to go,
the hands were beneath the women's short skirts sliding
deliciously over their cheeks.  Neither Jamila nor Noor could
keep their hips from undulating against the probing male hand on
their ass.

  With they were 250 meters from the cave, the hands were inside
their panties... their fingers moving up and down the length of
their ass crease and over their openings.  As if on a signal, the
women stopped and pressed their bodies against their male
companions.  The men spent several minutes kissing the women
while thrusting their enlarged cocks hard against the female
mounds.

  With 200 meters to go, the men stopped, knelt before the women,
and drew their panties down their thighs.  Each woman stepped out
of her panties, which were quickly pocketed by the men.  Rising,
the men led the women to the cave using the two fingers that were
buried deep inside their vaginas.

  Once inside the cave, Kebo and Banco spread two blankets
side-by-side.  As Jamila and Noor watched, the men removed their
T-shirts, shorts, and shoes.  Their briefs were little more than
jock straps and neither had a chance to conceal their large,
erect, and throbbing male organs.  Three inches of cock extended
above Kebo's briefs while a thicker two inches of man meat stuck
out above Banco's.

  Turning toward the women, Kebo said softly, "Do you ladies see
anything that interests you?"

  "OOOhhhhh god!" both women moaned, almost in unison.  And again
in unison, each knelt in front of their stud and pulled his
briefs down his muscular thighs.  Two iron-hard sex spikes reared
upward, precum running from the tips.  Two vaginas throbbed in
response to the intensely erotic sight.

  "SUCK!" came two male commands in unison.

  And again in unison, two female mouths struggled to engulf the
powerful male organs.  Both shafts were huge... so huge Jamila's
and Noor's jaws were stretched to their limit to get the cocks
inside their mouths.   Each woman gagged as 5 inches of cock
completely filled her mouth and pressed against the entrance to
her throat.  With another 4 or 5 inches still remaining outside,
their bodies trembled with a mixture of fear and lust over the
thought that the men might require that they suck their entire
shafts.

  Both women moaned with a sense of loss when the cocks were
pulled from their sucking mouths.  Kebo guided Jamila down to the
blanket where he rapidly got her quivering body naked.  She heard
her mother moaning beside her.  Glancing over, she saw that she
was equally naked beneath Banco.  A moment later, she watched as
her mother's legs rose on either side of Banco and then hooked
over his thigh.  Jamila's pussy throbbed at the sight of the
wildly excited black male aligning his thick sex spear with her
mother's waiting cunt.  A moment later, the cave was filled with
Noor's shrill cries.

  "AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE... So BIG!  AAAHHHHHHHHHHH GOD!  GO EASY...
UUNNMMMPPPPFFFFFF.... UUGGHHHH... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

  "You hole is so tight... spread wide, Noor.  UUUmmmm."

  "OOohhh... is it all in me?"

  "Not yet."

  "Stop...please... give my pussy time to stretch.... ooohhhh
god... huge... just fucking HUGE! MMMMMMmmmmm."

  "Too big?  Shall I take it out?"

  Noor's legs wrapped around Banco's waist.  "NO!  NO!  DON'T
REMOVE IT!  PLEASE!  AAAAHHHHH...  All right... Now, Darling. 
Push in more cock... slowly please."

  "AAUUGGGHHHH! UGH.. UGH... Is.. is... it all... oohhh...
ooohh.. Is it all in now?"

  "Two more inches to go, Noor.  Do you want it?"

  "Please... just a moment... oohh fuckkk... sooo damn big...
aaahhh..."

  Suddenly Noor's eyes flew wide open.  "Oh god!  OH GOD!  I'M
CUMMINGG!  YOU'RE MAKING MEEE CUMMMMMMMM!"

  When Banco felt the vagina contracting and throbbing about his
cock, his hot male instincts took command, and he drove the
remaining two inches of cock into the howling female beneath him.
 The cock stretched her climaxing vagina even wider bringing a
wild scream of ecstasy from Noor's lungs.

  "Ooohhhh... harder... now... now... NOW!  FUCK ME HARDER...
FASTER... SCREW MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

  The hot sounds of flesh on flesh... of male piston squishing in
and out of the stretched, cock-plugged vagina, of grunting male
passion, and excited female squeals of delight filled the entire
cave.

  Jamila was abruptly reminded of the hot male body between her
own legs when she heard Kebo whispering, "Spread wider, Jamila,
and lift your legs."

  Shuddering with anticipation, Jamila lifted her legs to elevate
her pussy into position for Kebo.  Gripping her calves, he
pressed them even further back and wide open.

  "OOOohhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."  Jamila's groan of passion filled the
cave and mixed with those of her mother as the huge black organ
sank into her waiting vagina.  Kebo pushed it deeper, stretching
her open.

  "AAAAAAaaaahhhhhhh..."  Two more inches of thick cock entered
her tunnel... then two more until the swollen head butted against
her womb.  Kebo pushed harder moving her womb back... the last
inch drove inside her cunt and her hot moans changed to the
grunts of a woman taking a huge phallus.

  "UGHH!  UGH!  UGH!"

    The sounds of hot sex filled the cave as mother and daughter
moaned and sighed each time their throbbing vaginas were filled
by the plunging black cocks.  Their legs were now high in the
air... side-by-side... jerking back and forth as the thick cocks
entered and retreated.

  Jamila's scream of orgasm triggered Noor's.  The two
contracting, throbbing vaginas drove both men over the edge. 
Loud male grunts of lust and pleasure echoed throughout the cave
as thick streams of semen and sperm pumped again and again into
the throbbing female holes.

  Later, as the lovers lay side-by-side, the women snuggled close
to their lovers and slowly caressed their cocks hoping to get
them hard again.

  "You're fantastic, Noor," Banco groaned as he felt his cock
slowly responding to Noor's sensuous caresses.  "It's been years
since I've had the pleasure of such a woman."

  Thrilled with Banco's words, Noor pressed her breasts against
his side, and whispered in his ear, "I love your cock and the way
it makes my pussy explode."

  Kebo's organ was already hard again inside Jamila's mouth.  As
it expanded and grew to its full length and girth, she was having
more and more difficulty sucking just half of his huge shaft.

  Watching her daughter's mouth sliding up and down Kebo's sex
spike, Noor moaned, "I think we're both going to be screwed
again, Darling....  MMmmmmmm... I love this cave.  Does it have a
name?"

  "It does," Banco replied.  "The local men refer to this place
as the "Cueva del Putonas".

  Pulling her mouth off of Kebo's now raging and ready cock,
Jamila asked, "Cueva del Putonas?  What does that mean?"

  Rolling the gorgeous Egyptian beauty onto her back, Kebo moved
between her open thighs, and answered her question.  "It's
Spanish for the "Cave of the sluts".  Spread wider!"

  "AAAahhhhhhhhhhh... oohhh yesssssssssssss, Kebo.... fuck your
hot slut!"

---------------------------------

  The bus was still 30 minutes away from Dunn's Falls.  With some
urging from their boyfriends and the couples surrounding their
seats, Maha and Maryam now had Korbell's and Serek's cocks out of
their pants.

  "In English, this is a 'cock or dick'.  In Spanish it's called
a 'pito' or a 'pija'.  One as big as mine is called a 'poronga'.
What's it called in Arabic, Maha?" Kordell asked as he rubbed his
poronga against her inner thighs.

  "It has a lot of different names, Korbell.  One is 'zib'"

  Helen leaned over the seat.  "A zib, huh?  Well, you girls
should put those two huge zibs inside your koos right now."

  Korbell whispered in Maha's ear.  "Put it in, now."

  Beside him, Maryam heard Serek ordering her to sit on his zib.

  A silence fell over the group surrounding Maha and Maryam as
the two rigid cocks slowly vanished inside the two wet and very
ready teenaged vaginas.  When only the balls of the men remained
in sight, the silence was broken by Maha's and Maryam's
simultaneous, hot moans of excitement.

  When the bus was pulling into the parking lot at Dunn's Falls,
Kordell and Serek were pulling their softening cocks from the
girls now cum-soaked pussies.

-----------------------------

  Senora was waiting for Jawad when he arrived at the pool
slightly after 3 PM.  She smiled broadly as he approached.

  "I wasn't certain that you would return."

  "You weren't?  Do you think I have taken leave of my senses? 
Not return to a beautiful woman such as you?  Impossible!"

  "Thank you, but I was afraid that slutty blonde wouldn't let
you go."

  "Wouldn't let me go?  You misunderstand, Senora.  I wasn't her
slave.  She was mine."

  The words caused Senora's body to tremble against him.  "Oh
yes," she hissed passionately.  "Confident, dominant men thrill
me.  Did the blonde, gringo whore cum hard?"

  "Oh yes.  Very hard... and many times... as you shall."

  Senora's body began to shudder with anticipation. 
Unfortunately, for the excited woman, Jawad made her wait. 
First, he had her take him on a tour of the hotel and its
grounds.  Throughout the tour, his hand never left her ass where
it softly caressed every inch of her thrusting buttocks.  When
they were on the nude beach, he had her raise her dress around
her waist as his hand explored inside her panties.  Senora's
juices covered her inner thighs by the time they left the beach.

  After the tour, he took her to dinner.  Throughout the meal,
her excitement mounted higher due in large measure to Jawad's
hand exploring between her widely splayed thighs.

  "Please, Jawad," the Spanish beauty moaned.  "I need you. 
Please don't order dessert.  Take me to your room and let me be
your dessert."

  As Jawad walked toward his hotel room with Senora clinging to
his arm, he said, "We may have to go elsewhere.  We shall see."

  "Why would we have to go some other place?" Senora questioned.

  "My wife may be using the room."

  When Jawad slid his key into the door's lock, it opened easily.
 The room was vacant.  "Ah, good.  We shall have the room for our
use tonight."

  "What if your wife returns?"

  "I don't think that will happen.  Put your ear to the
connecting door to the next room.  Listen carefully and tell me
what you hear."

  Pressing her ear to the door, Senora listened for a moment. 
Then, her hand moved between her thighs.  She continued to listen
as her hips began to sensuously thrust against her hand.  When
Jawad's hand replaced her own, she moaned as her hips humped even
harder.

  "What do you hear?"

  "Two women... moaning... they're being fucked.  I can hear the
bedsprings squeaking and men grunting."

  "Are the women cumming?"

  "Not yet, but they must be close they way they're groaning. 
The men are really fucking them hard.  Who are they?  Do you know
them?"

  "Very well... one of them is my wife... the other is my mother.
 So you see why we don't have worry about my wife returning to
the room?"

  "ooohhh god!  That's so hot.  Hurry, Darling.  Do it to me they
same way your wife is getting it.  I'm already about to cum!"

  Fifteen minutes later, Senora was on her back, naked, with her
head hanging over the bed's edge.  Jawad had her knees pressed
back toward her bouncing tits.  His cock fucked her throbbing
pussy with hard, masculine authority, each thrust bringing
excited squeals and babbling howls from the woman.  She had her
first orgasm within five minutes... her second came less than two
minutes later.

  The passionate cries of five women filled the three rooms
occupied by Jawad's family.  In the room to the north, Kebo and
Banco had Jawad's wife and mother side-by-side in doggy position
fucking them relentlessly.  In the room to the south, Korbell was
between Maryam's thighs driving his thick phallus in and out of
her soaked and throbbing pussy.  Maha was bent over the end of
the bed with Serek pleasuring her anus as her fingers stroked her
engorged clitoris.  And in Jawad's room, Senora was cumming for
the fourth time.

=================================

Vacation:  Day Three:

  When Jawad awoke the following morning, Senora was lying on her
back beside him, still asleep.  The dark-haired beauty's breasts
were slowly rising and falling and the enticing slit was fully
visible between her widely splayed thighs.  Jawad leaned closer,
examining it.

  The thick lips were still stretched open from the multiple,
fierce fuckings he had given her the previous evening.  Crusted,
dried semen dotted her lips and mound, and some more, not yet
dried, could be seen inside her vagina.

  Jawad had awakened with his usual morning erection, and now
after inspecting Senora's well-used pussy up close, he was
steel-hard and more than ready to fuck her.  Moving between her
thighs, Jawad carefully swabbed the head of his cock up and down
the moist, inviting opening.  When the head of his male spike was
thoroughly wet, he pressed it against her opening and drove it
deep inside her cunt with one steady stroke.

  When the cock thudded against her womb with authority, Senora's
eyes flew open.  Even though she was still half asleep, her pussy
knew very well what was happening.  Automatically, the sensations
emanating from her cunt caused her to lift her legs and encircle
Jawad's hips, pulling him deeper into her sex saddle and into her
now expanding and throbbing vagina.

  "Good morning, Beautiful," Jawad whispered in the thrashing
woman's ear as his hips delivered slow, but hard, thrusts into
her cunt.

  "OOoohhh... you Bastard!  You dirty, Egyptian Stud... fucking a
helpless woman... OOOohhhh... when she's... uunnghhh...
unngghhh... when she can't... aaahhhhhhhhhhh... aahhhhh... can't
stop you... oooouuuuuuu... yess... yes... yes.. like that, Lover.
 Fuck me... fuck me... fuck meeee!  Harder!   AAahhhhhhhhhhh!"

--------------------

  Maha had awaken an hour earlier.  She and Maryam were alone in
bed since both Kordell and Serek had to get to work by 8 AM.  Her
sister didn't move a muscle when she got out of bed.  Maha was on
her way to the bathroom when she noticed the note that had been
shoved beneath their door.  When she picked it up, she saw that
it was from her mother.

------------------------

Maha and Maryam,

  Hope you two had a wonderful time at Dunn's Falls yesterday and
an even better one last night.  From the sounds I heard coming
from your room when Noor and I returned, I would guess that you
did.  Well, don't feel smug... so did your Grandmother and I.

  Kebo and Banco are taking us on a sightseeing trip to Montego
Bay and beyond today.  I've already informed your Father.  We'll
be late, so have a great time today.

  Mother

P.S.  The men want to leave immediately, so will you stop by the
Manager's office and tell Mr. Mendez I won't be able to see him
this morning, but I'll be around later this evening.

-------------------------

  After showering and cleaning her pussy, Maha did her make up
and went to her closet to select something to wear.  With her
mother gone for the day, she decided to be daring.  Later, when
she looked in the mirror at the hip hugging, skin-tight jeans she
had selected, she thought she looked sexy.  When she slipped her
feet into the platform heels, she thought sexy had turned to hot.
 Finally, after she had put on a see-thru, blue top that left the
bottom of her breasts exposed, hot turned to slutty.  She loved
it!

  When Mendez opened his office door to her knock, his mouth fell
open.  The young girl standing in the threshold looked like pure,
hot sex.  Her large breasts were completely exposed by her
transparent top, and her pubic hair would have been exposed by
the low-cut jeans had it not been shaved.

  "Good morning, Mr. Mendez.  I'm Maha, Jamila's daughter.  She
left me note this morning asking me to come by and tell you that
she was going to Montego Bay today and wouldn't be able to see
you this morning.  She did say that she would be around this
evening."

  When Mendez finally found his voice, he stammered, "Yes...
eh... I understand... I'm disappointed, but ... ah...  I do
understand... that is..."  Realizing that he was babbling, he
stopped talking.

  "May I come in?" Maha asked, entering without waiting for an
answer.

  "Ohh ... yes... yes... of course.  Please, come in.  Can I ...
I mean... can I ..."

  "Can you do what, Mr. Mendez?"

  "I mean... can I help you in any way?"

  "Perhaps.  Why does my mother come to see you every morning and
again in the evening?"

  "Eh... well... she just wants to ... eh... wants to thank me
for providing the accommodations at such a low price."

  "That's what I thought.  How is she thanking you, Mr. Mendez?"

  "Eh... I'm not certain that I understand."

  "Well, your generosity has saved our family thousands of
dollars.  Does she just say 'thank you' and then leave?"

  "Well, no... of course not.  Your mother is very... very...
eh... very cordial.  It's been a pleasure for me to be so
helpful."

  Maha grinned.  "I'm sure it has, Mr. Mendez.  My mother is
gorgeous, is she not?"

  Mendez now lapsed into silence unable to think of a suitable
response.

  "She felt badly about not being able to meet you this morning,
Mr. Mendez.  She knows how much you were looking forward to
fucking her again."

  Mendez's mouth fell open, but no sound emerged.

  "You are fucking my mother, aren't you, Mr. Mendez?"

  "I... no.... that is... well...  it's not what you think...
it's... that is, it's ..."

  "It's just that she's a delicious woman and impossible to
resist.  Well, I'm not as skilled as my wonderful mother, but
will I do as a substitute for her this morning?"  Without waiting
for an answer, Maha pulled her top over her head, unfastened her
jeans, and tugged them down her hips.  Once naked save for her
heels, she reclined on the couch with her legs open.

  "Will I be a satisfactory substitute for my mother?"

  Without a word, Mendez hurried to the door to lock it. 
Turning, he saw the luscious young woman spread wide on the
couch, her fingers sliding sensuously over her erect and
throbbing clitoris.  When she saw him staring at her cunt, Maha
spread even wider and lifted her legs into fucking position...
one on the back of the couch, the other spread wide with her heel
resting on the floor.  Mendez stripped off his clothes in record
time.

  Wildly excited and hard as stone, Mendez managed enough 
control to first thrust his head between her gaping thighs and
stroke his tongue up the length of her sex slit.  Maha howled
with the intense pleasure of the older man's tongue on her
throbbing clitoris.

  Her intense, throbbing response to his oral caress spurred him
on to lick her harder, deeper, faster.  It only took a couple of
minutes to drive the now groaning woman into a convulsive orgasm.
 Her cunt slammed shut as her clit danced in and out of its
protective hood.  Then, her cunt opened wide, contracting and
throbbing, until once again it slammed shut in the throes of her
climax.

  Mounting the climaxing young woman, Mendez waited a moment
until he saw her cunt once again opening.  Instantly, he drove
his hips forward.  His iron-hard cock entered and made certain
that there was no way for her vagina to close again.  Instead,
all it could do was throb and pulse in hard spasms about the
deeply embedded fuck stick that plunged in and out of her hot
vaginal sheathe.

  Maha surged to another climax, this one caused by the thick
cock pleasuring her throbbing pussy.  It took all his control for
Mendez to withdraw his cock from Maha's cunt so he could turn her
over into doggy position.  She knew what he wanted, and as soon
as his cock was out, she turned onto all fours and arched her ass
high into fucking position.  A moment later, she felt the huge
phallus once more stretching her open.  She came again when it
slammed into her womb.

  Feeling her cunt throbbing about his cock was too much for
Mendez.  His hips hammered his raging organ in and out of Maha's
upturned cunt, every millimeter of cock thudding into her hole on
every thrust.  His balls slapped erotically against her clit each
time the big shaft surged into the depths of her pussy.

  "Maha, I'm about to cum.  I can't hold it much longer.  Are you
on the pill?  Do I need to pull out of you?"

  "NO!" she screamed.  "DON'T PULL IT OUT!  SHOOT IN
MEEEEEEEEEEE!"

   --------------------------

  With his wife and mother on a trip to Montego Bay and his
daughters enjoying the nude beach with a group of boys crowding
around, Jawad had nothing else to do that day other than once
again spend the afternoon inside Brandy's throbbing cunt.  This
time, he fucked her in her hotel room with her husband sitting in
the corner watching and masturbating.

  By 2 PM, everyone was exhausted, and Jawad returned to his room
to shower and clean up before his evening date with Senora. 
After dinner, they took a nude swim on the beach.  Actually,
there was little swimming as Senora spent most of the time
rubbing her lush body against Jawad's until his cock was so hard
that it was hurting.

  "I can't take any more of this, Senora.  You have me so hard,
my cock hurts and feels like it might break off."

  "Then, I suggest you fuck me with it, Lover.  But I want you to
do it to me on the beach where everyone can see how a real stud
fucks a hot woman."

  Five couples and several single men and women later crowded
around to watch Jawad bringing Senora to repeated climaxes.  It
was like sweet music to his ears when he heard one woman saying
to her husband,

  "See how he fucks her.  Can you see how he's keeping his cock
pressed to her clit as he moves that big prong in and out of her
cunt.  Watch how he's making her cum...  God... look at that...
She's cumming again!  Why can't you learn to fuck me like that?"

----------------------------------

  Kebo was driving.  Alone in the front seat, he yelled back to
the passengers in the back.  "How does seafood at Harold's sound
for dinner tonight?"

  When there was no answer, he raised his voice higher and
repeated the question.

  "It sounds...uugghh... sounds...aaahhhh... good, Darling... But
not until...oohhhh uugghhh...  not until... aaaahhhhhh... not
until Banco finishes.... mmmmmmmm... finishes fucking us. 
Harder, Banco... fuck me harder!"  Jamila wailed.

===============================
   Vacation:  Day 4:

  After their nude swim on the beach, Senora and Jawad retired to
Jawad's hotel room where they played until the wee hours of the
morning.  Around midnight, they had heard the girls coming into
their room.

  "Do you think your daughters are alone tonight, Honey?"

  "The way I saw Maha dressed today and then later Maryam, I
seriously doubt it."

  "Do you think they're with the same men or different ones?"

  "I don't know.  Jamila is pretty much a one-man woman, but my
mother is ... what shall I say... more adventuresome.  So, who
knows which woman the daughters will take after?"

   "Aren't your wife and mother exploring Montego Bay right now
with Kebo and Banco?"

  "That's what she and my daughters told me."

  "So your wife and mother are with two incredibly handsome,
powerful, virile black studs all day and all night, and you think
Jamila will only have sex with Kebo?  You've got to know both of
those women are going to want both."

  "Well, maybe Jamila will become a two-man woman today or
tonight," I conceded with a smile.

  "There's no 'maybe' about it, Darling.  Both of your women are
being fucked by both of those studs... probably right now...
count on it.  Let's listen at the door and see if we can tell who
your daughters are with tonight."

  Jawad and Senora only had to listen for 10 minutes until they
heard Serek's name, but they didn't hear anyone mention
Kordell's.  After another 10 minutes, they did hear Maryam
groaning, "Ohhhh do it to meeeeeeeeee harder, Mark!  Harder! 
Please Harder!"

  Then they heard Serek's voice:  "You heard her, Mark.  Fuck her
hot pussy harder, like she wants it."

  Turning to Senora, Jawad shrugged and said, "I guess it's half
and half... sort of.  One guy is the same... one guy is
different."

-------------------------

  At 10 AM, the room phone rang while Senora was riding Jawad's
rigid cock.  She didn't slow the motion of her hips up and down
his shaft when he answered the phone.  It was Jamila.  Jawad
motioned for her to stop.  Senora stopped pumping her hips, but
she didn't remove her excited vagina from his throbbing cock. 
"Put the phone on speaker so I can hear too, Honey," she said.

  "Hello, Darling.  It's me... your slutty wife, Jamila.  Is
every thing all right there?  I mean... with you and with girls?"

  "We're fine, Honey.  I hope you're having a wonderful time."

  "I'm really ashamed to say that we're having an absolutely
wonderful time.  But how about you?  Are you having any fun on
the vacation?  I feel badly about leaving you alone so much."

  "Don't worry about me.  I'm having a great time too, Darling. 
So are the girls.  I'm glad you called because I need to ask you
something."

  "What is it?"

  "Maha and Maryam want to go to the adult party tonight at 11
PM.  I've told them they could unless you say otherwise."

  "What's going to happen at the party tonight.  Do you know?"

  "Yes.  I asked Mendez and he told me.  It's a lap dance
contest.  The women contestants lap dance and see how many men
they can get off.  The one getting off the most men is the
winner.  Can they go or should I tell them no?"

  "Do they intend to just watch or compete?"

  "They didn't tell me, but I will be very surprised if they
don't enter the contest."

  Jamila laughed and replied, "Well, a lap dance seems rather
tame compared the other things happening on this vacation,
Darling.  Tell them to have fun."

  "Ok, I will.  Will you be back in time to go to the party?"

  "I'm not sure.  Maybe."

  "All right.  Have fun.  I'll see you later."

  Jawad was about to hang up when Senora stopped him.  She
whispered in his ear.  "Listen carefully."

  When he did, he heard the squeaking of bedsprings and an
occasional, faint female moan.  "Is that sound in the background
what I think it is?"

  "What are you talking about, Darling?  I don't hear any sound."

  Senora began pumping her pussy up and down on Jawad's iron-hard
rod.  The bedsprings squeaked in protest.  "What's that sound,
Jawad?  Is that what I think it is?"

  "What sound are you talking about, Darling?  I don't hear any
sound.  I'll see late tonight.  Have fun."

--------------------------------

  "Maryam, wake up!" Maha said as she shook her sister awake.

  "MMmmmm... what time is it?" she moaned as she opened her eyes.

  "It's 9 AM.  You have to get up and get dressed."

  "Why?"

  "Because Mother isn't back yet, and it's your turn to take care
of Mr. Mendez.  I screwed him yesterday."

  "Oh...I'm still worn out from last night," Maryam moaned.

  "I know.  So am I, but he's really good.  By the time you take
a shower, fix your make up, and get dressed, you'll feel a lot
better.  And when he puts that big cock in you, you'll forget all
about how tired you are."

  "Ok.  I guess it is my turn.  What should I wear?"

  "I wore something slutty yesterday.  Why don't you put on the
black dress.  It's really sexy and beautiful.  Mr. Mendez will go
crazy over you.  Just don't wear a bra or panties."

------------------------

  When Maryam entered his office later that morning, Mendez was
obviously surprised.  He had expected Jamila or Maha.

  "Let me guess," he said with a friendly smile.  "You look so
much like Maha, you must be her sister.  Right?"

  "You're right, Mr. Mendez.  I'm Maryam."

  "What can I do for you this morning, Maryam?"

  "My mother is still visiting other parts of the island and I
know you're expecting her... so I thought I would come instead. 
I hope that's all right."

  "What about your sister, Maha?"

  "She got to come yesterday morning.  I told her it was my turn
this morning."

  Mendez was more than pleased.  "You wanted to come?  You even
argued with your sister about it?"

  "She told me... well... you know?"

  "What did she tell you, Maryam?"

  "She told me how much fun she had yesterday.  It's my turn
today."

  Mendez looked the eager teenage girl over.  She was slightly
larger than her sister, which made her look even more voluptuous.
 Mendez was not partial to skinny women.  He preferred the
full-bodied, voluptuous look, and Maryam was perfect.  He could
hardly wait to fuck this sexy Egyptian girl.

  "Do you know what Maha and I did yesterday, Maryam?"

  "The same thing you and Mother have been doing for the first
couple of days we were here."

  "And what was that?"

  "You fucked my mother several times and you did it to Maha
yesterday."

  "I did... and would you like to be fucked this morning,
Maryam?"

  "I'm not wearing any panties or bra under this short dress, Mr.
Mendez.  See."

  Mendez's cock rose to full erection at the sight of Maryam's
naked ass beneath her very short dress.  "Take off your dress,
Maryam, while I lock the door."

  When Mendez turned back toward Maryam after locking the door,
she was naked.  Sitting on the couch with her arms beneath her
large breasts to elevate them, she said seductively, "Are you
going to fuck me, Mr. Mendez?  I think you'll enjoy my pussy. 
It's very tight.  The other men who have used it this week have
all loved it."

  In less than a minute, a naked Mendez was mounted on a more
than ready Maryam.  Her arms and legs encircled him as his cock
drove repeatedly in and out of her excited pussy.  Each stroke
thudded with male authority into her womb bringing shrieks of
pleasure from the teenager.  Her legs locked over his driving
buttocks and pulled him even deeper into the hot tunnel of her
cunt.

  "Oh fuck me harder, Mr. Mendez.  Please... harder... I'm about
to cum!"

  The hot squishing noises of the male piston pumping in and out
of a wet, gushing female vagina filled the room.  Maryam threw
her ass upward to meet every thrust.  Grinding his pubic bone
into her throbbing clitoris, Mendez brought her off with a loud
scream.

  "EEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIII.... I CUM!  OOHHHH FUCK
MEEEEEEEEEEEE... I CUM!!"

  Mendez rammed her harder when he felt her contracting cunt
squeezing his shaft.  "I hope you're on the pill, Maryam, because
I'm about to fill your hot pussy with cum."

  "AAahhh Yes!  Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! That's what it's for.
Cum inside me, Mr. Mendez... shoot it in meeeeeeeeee!"

  She hadn't finished speaking when the first thick stream of
sperm and semen fired hard against her womb.  Four more thick
wads quickly followed to fill Maryam's hot sex hole.

-----------------------

  Mendez refused to allow Maryam to dress and leave.  Her cunt
was just too delicious, and he told her so.

  "Mmmmmm...  then I'll stay and you can use it again, Mr.
Mendez," she had hissed as she rolled over onto her hands and
knees, arched her ass high in the air and whispered, "Fuck me
doggy this time, Mr. Mendez.  You can get into me even deeper
that way.  I cum really hard when a man fucks me like this."

  He didn't have to be invited twice.  For the next 15 minutes,
the girl's clinging, wet, hot pussy sliding up and down his shaft
brought repeated, deep, masculine grunts of hot pleasure from
Mendez and higher pitched squeals of ecstasy from Maryam.

  "Ooohhhh I cum again... you're fucking meeeeeeeeeeee... making
me cummmmmmmm.... aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!   aaahhhhhhhhhh!!"

  She continued to moan and howl for a full minute.  It was all
Mendez could take.  "I'm going to cream your sexy ass this time,
Maryam."

  Just before his cock exploded, Mendez pulled his organ out,
aimed at the girl's upturned ass and fired... and fired... and
fired... again and again until thick wads of male semen covered
her ass.

-----------------------------

      The party that night was sensuous but not anymore so than
many parties Jawad and Jamila had attended elsewhere.  When they
entered the ballroom, one of the staff informed them that prior
to 11 PM, no overt sex or nudity was permitted.  After that,
guests who wished to leave could; those who stayed had to follow
the guidelines for the late hours, adult sex party.

  Promptly at 11 PM, the master of ceremonies took the
microphone.  "Good evening ladies and gentlemen.  We hope all of
you are having a great time at Hedonism... the hottest vacation
site in the world.   It�s now 11 PM... the witching hour... the
magic hour when demon sex rears it�s hot head.  For our first
timers, sex and nudity are permitted after 11:15 tonight.  So if
you wish, you can leave now and we wish you the most pleasant
evening.  For the more adventurous among you, we invite you to
stay and enjoy... but if you do, you must follow the guidelines
for the party tonight.  Anyone have any questions?"

       There were none, so he continued.  "Tonight�s party is a
lap dancing contest for the ladies.  The contest will end at
12:30 AM.  After that, there are no more rules or guidelines
other than those you set for yourselves."

  "Fifteen male members of the Hedonism staff have volunteered to
participate in the lap dancing contest.  They will be seated in
straight chairs around the sides of the room, usually nude, but
in any case, with their sexual equipment exposed.  Having
undergone strict testing, their cocks will be bare.  Male guests
can volunteer, but they must wear condoms.  There will always be
at least one male for each female contestant entered.  All female
contestants must be wearing panties and a skirt."

  The contest will consist of four events.  In the first event,
when a contestant lap dances on a man, her skirt must be between
their body and the man's cock and her breasts covered.  Every
four minutes for sixteen minutes, when the bell sounds, the women
must dismount and mount a different man.  The objective is make
the men ejaculate.  When that happens, the successful woman is
awarded one point, and the man is replaced with a fresh male with
a fully-loaded and ready weapon."

  At this point, laughter filled the room, primarily from the
women.  After it subsided, the master of ceremonies continued. 
"In the second event, the contestants may remove their skirts or
pull them up around their waist.  They may also, if they wish,
expose their breasts.  The number of ejaculations produced by
each woman is added to those achieved in the first event and so
on through all four events."

  "In the third event, the women may, if they wish, remove their
panties, but no penetration is permitted.  Anyone not following
this rule will, of course, be disqualified for performing F-U-C-K
, For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge."  Again, laughter filled the
ballroom.

  "In the final round, the women may strip completely if they
wish and full penetration is allowed but no oral sex.  To count,
ejaculations must be the result of penile contact with the
contestant's pussy.  If there are no questions, we will begin in
five minutes.  The contestants should get their... eh... their
weapons ready."  More laughter.

  "Just in case you're interested, the first prize is $1,000,
second prize is $500, and third prize is $250.  Good luck,
ladies... oh excuse me... Good luck, Sluts."

----------------------------

  Jawad noticed that all males waiting to be mounted were naked
below the waist with bare cocks.  Most were completely naked. 
About half were already hard.

  The fifteen female contestants were drawing lots to see which
man they would mount first.  After that, they would simply rotate
clockwise around the circle each time the bell sounded.

  Jawad had no problems picking out Maha and Maryam among the
women.  At 19, they were easily the youngest.  He had halfway
expected to see Jamila as one of the contestants, but she
obviously was not.  However, when Jawad scanned the room, he saw
that his wife was one of the spectators.  She was on the far side
in the shadows, and although she wasn't a contestant, she was
already sitting astride a large, handsome, and powerful black
male.  Jawad was pretty certain that his wife would soon be doing
much the same thing as his daughters.

  Maha's outfit surprised Jawad.  Her red top had spaghetti
straps and exposed half of her large tits.  But below the top,
she wore a pair of slacks that covered her completely.  She even
wore tennis shoes.  In contrast, Maryam wore a traditional Arabic
dancer's dress.  It was both beautiful and elegant, but at the
same time it was erotic.  Furthermore, Jawad could see that
during the first event when the skirt had to be between the man's
cock and the woman's pussy, her skirt was going to give her a big
advantage since it was nylon and very thin.

  The bell rang to start the first event, and all the women ran
quickly to their first man.  Almost simultaneously, 15 women
spread wide, straddled their man's legs, and pressed their
crotches against the male organs.  It had to be one of the most
erotic sights Jawad had ever witnessed.  It was more than erotic;
it was obscenely lewd to see 15 women frantically grinding
themselves against 15 hard cocks trying to cause them to
ejaculate.

  Maha's crotch was socked firmly against the large white male
she was riding.  Leaning forward, she was making certain that he
had a good view of her tits as her hips moved back and forth
against the man's shaft.  Jawad moved closer so he could hear
what she was saying to him.

  "MMmm... You're big, sooo big.  Men in my country don't possess
such magnificent cocks.  I hope you will shoot it all over me or
in me."  She hadn't been mounted on the man for more than two
minutes before his hips began to thrust his cock hard against her
covered and, at present, inaccessible cunt.

  "Oh fuck!  You're hot.  I wish to hell I could get it in you,"
he growled.

  "Save your load for me, Darling.  I promise that you can put it
in me during the last event when my cunt hole will be open for
you.... Won't it just feel marvelous to sink your hard cock into
my tight cunt hole.  I'm very tight...  mmmmmm... I can feel you
throbbing already."

  Jawad thought Maha had a good chance to make him cum, but the
bell rang and she had to dismount.  As soon as his cock came into
view, he saw that it was jerking so hard that Jawad was virtually
certain that the next woman would get him off.

  After the women had moved, Jawad switched his attention to
Maryam.  The man she mounted was already hard and had no chance
once the hot Egyptian teenager mounted his throbbing cock.  With
nothing but thin nylon between his organ and her hot pussy, he
thrust his hips upward, hard against her crotch as soon as she
pressed herself against his erection.

  Maryam didn't give him a moment to gain control.  Her crotch
ground against him... moving back and forth ... up and down the
length of the throbbing cock.  She was essentially masturbating
him with her pussy.  Suddenly, the man's hips pumped rapidly, and
he began to growl:  "Oh shit!  OH SHIT!  OH FUCK!  HERE IT CUMS
YOU HOT SLUT.  TAKE MY BIG LOAD!"

  As soon as Maryam felt his cock ejaculating, she pulled off of
him so the judges could see the cum load pouring from his organ.

  Before the bell rang again, three more men had ejaculated into
the crotches of the women riding them.  One of them was the black
man Maha was riding.  When the second event began, both of his
daughters had one point.

  Now Maha and Maryam had a huge advantage.  Their huge, young,
firm tits could be exposed, and they were far sexier than those
of the older women.  Maryam made it even more erotic by exposing
only one of her two big tits.  The effect was incredibly exotic
and slutty.  The women now had their skirts pulled up or removed
and this too worked to Maha�s and Maryam's advantage as both wore
very thin thongs that exposed a lot of their cunt even during the
second event when it was supposed to be covered.

  Looking across the room, Jawad saw he had guessed correctly
that his wife would be doing almost the same thing as his
daughters.  She and her male companion were now in a tight
embrace with her lips working feverishly against his.  He already
had his wife's skirt up to her waist, and her panties were down
around her knees.  Like his daughters, Jamila's ass was grinding
against the man's cock.  The only difference he could see was
that, at least for the moment, the cock was still inside his
pants.  He had no doubt that it would be out before long.

  The second event started with Maha leaning back against her
current man, her crotch grinding into his hard cock with only her
thin thong preventing entry into her cunt.  The man's large hands
held both of her tits using them as handles to move her body over
his rigid organ.

  Maha thrust her pussy back and forth while whispering in his
ear.  Jawad couldn't hear was she was saying, but judging from
the man's frantic thrusting, he knew she was urging him to fuck
her harder... to pump her cunt and unload all over her pussy.  He
didn't make it to the bell.  With a minute to go, his hips rose a
foot off the chair as Maha rotated her crotch over his
ejaculating organ.  When he finally settled down into the chair,
and Maha dismounted, her panties and thighs, as well as his cock,
were coated with thick, white semen.  Maha now had two points.

  The man was quickly hustled to the sidelines allowing a new,
fresh cock to replace the one that had spent itself between his
daughter's hot thighs.  Across the room, Jawad saw that Jamila's
naked ass was now thrusting hard and fast against the man's hand.
 She had seen Maha make the man cum.  The sight must have
enflamed her vagina, and the man with her was taking full
advantage of that fact.  She clung to him for support as her body
trembled in orgasm.

  The next time the bell rang, Maryam's thong had been worked to
one side exposing her naked cunt.  When she pressed it against
her new man's near-bursting organ, his eyes opened wide with the
familiar feeling of naked pussy.  She worked her ass hard on his
rigid cock, driving her pussy lips back and forth over his shaft.
 It only took her a minute to make him explode.

  The bell rang, and when she pressed her naked, and now
cum-coated pussy against her next man, Jawad heard him moan. 
Putting his hand beneath her hips, he lifted his daughter and
then let her drop.  Realizing that the man intended to fuck her
even though it was against the rules until the final event,
Maryam twisted to the side causing the man's cock to hit her
thigh and slip to the side.  Although disappointed, Maryam
quickly mashed her naked pussy flush against his cock shaft and
slipped her hot cunt slit up and down his entire length.  When
the man began to ejaculate, she let him shoot two jets all over
her pussy before pulling off of him so the judges could see that
he had cum.

  By the time the final event started, Maha and Maryam were tied
for the lead each having made 6 men ejaculate.  The master of
ceremonies took the microphone once again just before the event
began.

  "Ladies, this is the final event.  For this event, you may
remove all or as many of your clothes as you wish.  Full
penetration is permitted if you wish. Also, the number of
available men will be increased from 15 to 20.  There will be no
bell.  Whenever your man ejaculates, you may move immediately to
another man.  The event will last 15 minutes."

  Jawad's cock grew even harder as he watched all 15 women
removing their clothes.  Most retained their heels and stockings,
if they were wearing them.  A few stripped totally naked.  Maha
had removed every thing except her heels while Maryam retained
her open top and her heels.

  As soon as the event began, all 15 women mounted one of the men
and 15 rigid cocks entered 15 wet and ready vaginas.  Jawad felt
like he might cum in his pants when he watched two thick cocks
sinking into his daughters.

  All around the room, women gyrated on the cocks deeply embedded
within their pussies.  A dozen female asses rose and fell rapidly
over male cocks.  As hot as the men were after three events, most
couldn't last more than a few minutes once they were inside a
throbbing cunt.  All around the room, men were ejaculating deep
inside the women.

  Both Maryam and Maha had just caused their second man of the
event to ejaculate.  Quickly, they both pulled their pussies off
the still shooting organs of the men and moved to the next
available male.  It was too much for Jawad.  His semen exploded
in his pants causing a huge stain to spread across his trousers.

  When the contest drew to a close, Maha was in first place with
a score of 9.  Maryam took second with a score of 8.  Third place
went to an attractive 34-year old married woman whose score was
6.  Having agreed in advance to split their winnings, both
sisters were $750 US richer.  With the current exchange rate,
they both pocketed 4,032 EGP.

  With every woman staring and giggling at his cum-stained pants,
Jawad hurried from the ballroom back to his room to change into
fresh clothes.

----------------------------

  Jawad had just removed his soiled briefs and pants when he
heard his mother's hotel room door open and voices coming the
adjacent room.  Unable to restrain himself, he pressed his ear
against the connecting door separating the rooms.  The first
voice he heard was that of his mother.

  "Hurry, Banco.  Please.  Hurry!  I can't wait much longer or
I'll have to masturbate.  Fuck me now!  I NEED IT!"

----------------------------

  Having tested the door to her room before then went to her
mother's, Jamila knew that her husband was inside changing his
clothes, that he was alone, and could hear them.  She was certain
that he was listening at the connecting door.  The thought was
making her pussy throb.

  Her mother hadn't been able to wait.  Jamila's juices seeped
from her excited pussy as she watched Banco mount her mother and
press his large cock against her opening.  She hissed with
intense female pleasure when the thick cock stretched her vagina
open and entered smoothly and easily.

  Banco was sitting on the bed with his hips socked firmly into
her mother's sex saddle.  Noor's legs circled his powerful
buttocks trying desperately to pull him even deeper into her
hungry cunt.  He pumped several hard, short strokes into her
throbbing hole.  Immediately, her mother's body shuddered and her
back arched thrusting her breasts into Banco's waiting mouth. 
Her head tilted backward onto the pillow as her eyes clenched
shut.

  Banco fucked her harder causing her entire body to vibrate in
response.  Noor stared up at the mirror in the ceiling and saw
her lover's ass rising and falling between her wide open thighs.
Each time his ass drove downward sinking the huge cock into her
dilated cunt, she could see his buttocks contract powerfully...
obviously preparing to empty his balls into her hot cunt.  The
sight was too erotic, too sensuous.  Her cunt exploded!

  "Let's get these panties off of you, Jamila.  I want you naked
when I fuck you," Kebo whispered softly.

  "Ooohhhhhhhh yesssssssss.... strip meeeeeeeeee, Kebo.  Get me
naked and fuck my cunt, Darling.  Hurry.  I want you in me!"

  Kebo pushed Jawad's wife onto the bed beside her mother, lifted
her legs high in the air, and pulled her yellow panties up her
raised legs.  A moment later, she was naked and spread wide open.
 Kebo stared between the gaping thighs at the wet luscious hole
of her cunt.  It opened and closed in hot anticipation of
receiving Kebo's huge cock.

-------------------------

  In the next room, Jawad was furiously stroking the throbbing
shaft of his engorged, rigid cock.  He pumped his hand even
faster when he heard his wife begging, "Ooohhhhhhhh
yesssssssss.... strip meeeeeeeeee, Kebo.  Get me naked and fuck
my cunt, Darling.  Hurry.  I want you in me!"

  Jawad had no problem hearing the sound of the bed springs
protesting under their combined weight.  Then, he heard his wife
again:

  "UUGGGHHHH!  Oh you big hot Stud!  It's going innnnnnnnnnnn! 
AAAhhhhh god... you're just huge!  Uunngghhh... All the way,
Lover... All the way innnnnnnnnn... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

  The squeaking of the bedsprings became even louder.  In his
mind�s eye, he could picture his wife being thoroughly fucked by
the huge cock that pumped relentlessly in and out of her
throbbing hole.

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  Jawad continued to listen until he had heard his mother reach
at least three orgasms.  He thought Jamila had cum twice, but it
might have been three times.  She was squealing and shrieking so
hard that it was hard to tell when she was having an orgasm from
when she was just approaching one from the intense fucking Kebo
was giving her.

  He couldn't stand it any longer.  He had to have a woman. 
Picking up the phone, he tried to dial Brandy's room number, but
his hand was shaking so hard, he dialed incorrectly and had to
start again.  This time, the phone in their room rang.  On the
third ring, a masculine voice answered, which Jawad recognized as
belonging to Brandy's husband, Phil.

  "Hello?"

  "Phil, this is Jawad.  I sure you remember me."

  "Oh god yes!  Brandy was very disappointed that she didn't get
to see you today."

  "Is she there?"

  "Yes, but she's asleep.  It's almost 1 AM."

  "I know, but I'm coming over.  Leave the door unlocked, and
don't wake your wife.  I'll take care of that when I get there."
Jawad hung up without waiting for Phil to answer.

  Just before he left his room, he heard Jamila screaming,
"OOOHHH GOD!  YOU'RE TOO BIG... YOU'RE TEARING MY ASS OPEN...
UUGGHHH... AAAHHHHHHHH... UGH!  UGH!  AAHH AAAHHH  AAAHHH...
yessssssssssssssssss.... ASS FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

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  Ten minutes later, Phil moved to the couch to make room for
Jawad in his wife's bed.  Slipping under the covers, he pressed
his cock against her buttocks as he reached around her hips with
his hand and caressed her clitoris.

  Brandy's eyes flew open... then she moaned... then she turned
onto her back and opened her legs.  An hour later, she was having
her fourth climax just as her husband ejaculated into his hand
for the third time.

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Vacation:  The Last Day:

  The family spent their last day at Hedonism in much the same
way as they had spent the first four days.  Maha and Maryam went
to visit the Annie Palmar mansion with Kordell and Serek.  Noor
and Jamila went of a motor tour of the interior of the island
with Banco and Kebo.  At noon, Kebo stopped beside a
crystal-clear lake where they had a picnic lunch.  After eating,
the four of them went for a nude swim in the lake.

  Before continuing the tour, the men had both women assume the
doggy position on all fours, side-by-side on the large blanket,
with their bodies touching they were so close.  The fucking the
men gave them was delicious, particularly because each woman
could feel the other's body thrusting back in time to the forward
cock thrusts into her vagina, and also because each could hear
the excited moans of the other.

  Jawad spent the morning inside Brandy's holes...all of them. 
Before he left, Phil's cock was so sore, he had to stop
masturbating even as Jawad continued to pleasure his moaning
wife.

  After returning to his room around noon, Jawad showered and
shaved, and then went for lunch.  Senora waited on his table. 
When she brought his food, she leaned close and asked, "Can we do
it again today?"

  "Plan on spending the night with me."  In response, Senora gave
him an excited kiss.

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  None of the family left their hotel rooms that final evening. 
In Noor's room, Kebo and Banco switched back and forth between
the howling women.  In the girl's room, Korbell and Serek not
only switched back and forth between Maha and Maryam, they also
double-teamed each moaning girl.  Jawad only had Senora�s
sensuous body, but it was more than enough.

  Throughout the entire night, cocks explored eager, throbbing
cunts.  When the men could no longer achieve erections, the women
sucked them until once more their pricks throbbed with fuck lust.

  Their plane departed at 8 AM.  The entire family was asleep 10
minutes after the plane was airborne on its way to London and
from there to Cairo.

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Epilog:

  "I hope things went well at the store, Lyla," Jamila said to
her sister-in-law.  "I'm sorry you didn't get to go with us to
Jamaica.  Next time, I'll stay and take care of the store and you
can go."

  "Don't worry about it, Jamila.  I was happy to do it for
everyone.  Besides, it carried unexpected benefits."

  "Oh.  What were they?"

  Lyla looked around to be certain they were alone before
answering.  "You remember Ashai, I'm sure."

  Jamila blushed crimson, but finally nodded.  "Well," Lyla
continued, "Ashai was very perturbed when I told him that you
would be gone for the week.  He informed me in no uncertain terms
that I would have to take your place."

  Now it was Jamila's turn to look around to be certain no one
was close enough to hear their conversation.  "And did you?  Did
you take my place?"

  Lyla gave a throaty laugh, "Every day, Jamila.  Every day at
least once and usually twice."

  "MMMmmm... he is good, isn't he?" she whispered
conspiratorially.  "So what happens now that I'm back?"

  "Ashai has already decided that, Jamila."

  "Oh.  Which of us has he chosen?"

  "Both, dear Sister.  He chooses both of us.  It's your turn
tomorrow... mine the next day... and on the third day, he will do
both of us.  I hope you got a lot of practice in Jamaica, Jamila.
 You're going to need it."

  "Oh, I practiced a lot, Lyla.  I'm sure Ashai will be pleased."

  Both women grinned as both of their pussies throbbed with
anticipation.

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Story written by Jamila, Jawad, and RLM.

If you wish to read further stories by RLM, they may be found at
the following web address:

https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/mischa8/webpage.html



    

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