Karim al-Zib - A Helpful Wife

As a sheen of perspiration broke out on her big, jiggling tits, Kim found herself wrapped in the men's attention. Sophia, seeking to win them back began removing her shorts, as did the redhead. Panties followed shorts to the deck and the men's eyes were drawn to the black and red pubic bushes of the two totally naked women who spread their legs, shaking their private parts in front of the men. To outdo the redhead, Sophia reached down and spread her vaginal lips, treating them to a brief glimpse of her red little clitoris. The redhead Sally, as Kim recollected met that by turning her back and bending deep at the waist, reaching back and spreading her buttocks. The audience screamed its appreciation.

Now Kim could see what was expected of her and she balked for just a moment. She could see it was all happening again in spite of this morning's resolve, in spite of what she had tried to do to sink this ship before she was brought to this point again. Her call to the FBI this morning had been a waste of time and she wondered what she would do now to save herself from a life of this kind of exploitation. She knew she couldn't keep it from Curt forever.

But that was in the future. Now, she had to do what Ike told her to do. He was standing there, holding the video tape, frowning in a way that told her she had waited too long to follow the other girls' lead. With a sigh of resignation she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of the sunsuit and skimmed it down to her knees, wiggling artistically until the suit had puddled around her ankles. She moved wildly now in her light-blue panties, knowing they could see her pubic hair through the material, and that they were looking at it, aching to see that hole that had pleasured so many cocks the evening before. She turned her back so that they could look at her plump, quivering buttocks as they shifted and bounced and shook with her movements, and then, to the surprise of everyone, including herself, she grabbed them and tore them away from her loins, shredding the material and leaving her completely naked. A gasp of pleasant astonishment arose and Kim turned to face them, noting the broad smile of approval on Ike's face. Kim smiled, her perfect teeth flashing in the sunlight. How I hate him, Kim thought.

Kim began to dance as never before, feeling freer than ever, all at once like an ocean wave rolling toward the shore. She was the center of attention and she began to revel in it, pushing her moistening pussy forward, thinking how stupid they were that they should give her so much money for this like the two thousand dollars Ike had put in her purse last night when she left. Look at my pussy, you ugly old men, she thought. You'd never see one if you weren't rich from dirty deals and crime and drugs. My husband got it by being a fine man, not by blackmail.

Kim felt her head getting lighter as the marijuana deepened in her senses and she dropped into the splits, then rolled back onto her shoulders and spread her legs wide. The men ylled and the girls screamed and Kim thought, Go ahead and look, you bastards. So what. Most of you have had your cocks in it. See it again and give me another thousand dollars.

Kim rolled over, her legs split wide to the sides, and then she touched her forehead to the deck. She stayed that way for a moment, thinking, What next?

When the music ended and she sat up again, her question was answered. Sophia and Sally were next to her, their arms around her, hands on her tits and pussy and tongues in her ears. They were sitting on her legs stretched out to the sides and she was powerless to move from that position with her legs pinned that way and her cunt plastered to the deck. Sally's mouth covered hers and Sophia's lips fastened on a nipple, sucking hard. The girls' pussies were wet on her thighs, as if they had been as aroused by her performance as the men. Kim tried to wriggle free, but grew tired as the darts of arousal shot through her when Sally's fingers found the sensitive bud of her clit.

Sophia felt her weakening and said to Sally, "Let's get her on her back."

They lifted their wet cunts from Kim's legs and pushed her back and before she could move, Sophia's arms were under her thighs and her mouth was nibbling at the blonde's open cunt. Kim squirmed in this Lesbian embrace, but Sally helped hold her and sucked her vulnerable tits. All Kim could do was flap her arms like a beached whale.

Sue was getting down to her skin, Kim could see, as well as all the other girls, stripping and running around, tossing glasses of ice at each other, laughing, and, of course, watching what Sally and Sophia were doing to Kim.

Yes, Sue was naked as the day of her birth, entwined around the black body of Bernard Khumalo, who was stripped to some French bathing trunks which did nothing to conceal the massive bulk of his penis. Go for it, Sue, Kim thought. Keep it away from me. I don't want it stretching my little pussy again, not that or any other than Curt's.

Oh, Curt!

Sophia's mouth at her cunt knew exactly what it was doing. No man could stimulate a woman the way a woman could. She knew which buttons to push, which areas to stimulate. The tongue delved just inside the opening, laving upward toward her clit, then rapidly tapped at that sensitive bit of female flesh. It found all her openings, all her private orifices that no woman had ever touched before, nor any man but her husband up until a few days ago, nor anyone at all up until three months ago. Kim was astonished at how far she had come in just a short time.

Sue led Bernard Khumalo over to the chaise next to where Kim was laid out beneath the two women. Before they sat down, she pushed Khumalo's trunks down and grasped his giant cock, jacking it up and down, smiling with joy that she had finally got her hands on that black staff of joy. Her mouth watered as she saw the oil leaking from the tip and Bernard lay back while her mouth opened wide and took in four inches of it. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling her pussy juicing up. Bernard was quite accustomed to having a girl give up quickly on sucking his cock, so when Sue took her mouth from the head of his penis and began jerking his cock up and down with both hands while licking his big, potent balls, he mentally approved of her ingenuity. He felt her rubbing her dripping cunt up and down on his shin and decided it was time to give her what she undoubtedly wanted. Grasping her under her arms, he raised her up, kissing her mouth and then lifting her over his cock. Sue directed it toward her needful pussy and sighed.

"Oh, Bernard!" she moaned, digging her nails into his chest. "It's so big! So wonderfully huge!" Sue squirmed her buttocks in spiralling circles downward until it was all the way inside her and she cried with joy. "Oh, Bernard!"

Kim looked up, seeing the joy on Sue's face, and visions of the night before flashed on her. Same people, same orgy. Only perhaps a bit different. What was worse, two other women performing this perverted act upon her, or having strange men putting their cocks into her? Nevertheless, the fire of arousal was growing in her loins and she squirmed her hips while Sophia lapped at her wet cunt. Oh, when would it ever end? She knew, however, that she didn't want it to end right now. It felt so very, very good. Everywhere around her now, people were indulging themselves and feeling very, very good.

Looking up, the teenaged bride found the muscular, black-haired man standing over her with his dog. He knelt down and gently nudged Sally aside, giving her the leash that restrained the dog. He knelt over her and kissed her, long and deep on the lips, his tongue moving warmly into her mouth. Kim, grateful to be touching a man in a natural way, put her arms around his neck and kissed him back deeply, while he palmed her tits and squeezed her nipples with his fingers.