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Desert Fantasy (slightly nc mf)
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Desert Fantasy (slightly nc mf) - [by Jame]
From: Frostflower <[email protected]>
Date: Wed, 20 Apr 1994 08:19:38 UTC (20 screens)
Being alone in the desert, naked, sand sliding over bare skin, wind
wipping erect nipples, heat, sweat...lost. Only to be found...by who
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I'm in my final year at university, where I'm studying
archaeology. My life lately is filled with studies and lectures and
research. There's almost no time left for a social life, so to
relieve the pressure I have to jerk off a lot, and fantasize.
The fantasy I've had a lot lately, one that I've honed and
shaped to a fine edge, began with a picture of an archaeology dig
I found in one of my textbooks a few months ago. It's a picture of
an area in the Egyptian desert, utterly deserted except for some
nomads on camels that wander through between oasis.
I should point out that I have very, very fair skin, and
thick, coppery red, shoulder length hair. The sun is not my friend,
and I tend to peel and burn easily, so I have to use a lot of
suntan lotion whenever I'm out in it for any length of time.
I still like to get a tan, but I have to do it a little at a
time, a very little. That's a bit of a shame since I have such a
good body. I'm not as fit as I'd like, mostly because I don't have
the time to work out, but I do possess an hourglass 36-23-26 body.
I'm tall, nearly six feet, and I think my legs are my best feature,
being very nicely contoured, and, of course, very long.
Anyway, my fantasy revolves around my work, or future work, if
you prefer. I'm at a dig site, and sleeping in a small tent alone.
There's a sandstorm outside but I'm snug in my sleeping bag. As
always, I'm sleeping nude.
Suddenly the tent is blown over by the force of the wind. I'm
squashed under it and tumble along the ground as the wind catches
the tent and pushes it along in front of it. I'm having a hard time
scrambling out of my bag because the wind is sliding the tent
forward along the ground with ever increasing speed.
I'm not tumbling end over end, thank God, so much as riding a
toboggan or sled on a very bumpy blind ride. I eventually manage to
get out of my bag and jerk open the flap. I tumble out, which is a
major mistake, because the tent blasts off without me and I'm left
naked to face the furious driving sand.
I'm blown back by it and sputter and cough, choking on sand.
I turn my back to the storm, crawling along the ground in search of
shelter. I climb to my feet and stagger along, my feet sinking deep
in the soft sand as the wind whips it against my back. I tumble
down a hill, which provides some shelter, then, crawling weakly, I
find a small rock and push my head and shoulders in behind it, out
of the wind.
I dig my hips and legs down into the sand and they're quickly
buried and safe. Sand continues to fly and I'm buried to the
shoulders soon, and have to keep moving my hands to keep the sand
from burying my head too.
Finally it dies down and the night is calm once again. I rise
and shake the sand off me, then look around. I can't see much.
There's no moon out tonight. Still, I'm sure I haven't come far,
and I'm starting to get chilly in the night desert.
I climb back up the hill, certain it's the right one even
though there's two others right next to it. I head back in the
direction of the camp, rubbing myself to keep warm. My arms are and
hands are chilly, and so are my breasts. My nipples are very hard
with cold and I cross my arms across my boobs to keep them warm.
The rest of me is soon very chilly soon as I continue to walk.
The only reason I'm not freezing is because it's such hard work
walking in the thick soft sand.
Of course I'm getting tired quickly, and I finally have to
halt, after having fallen dozens of times. I kneel in the sand and
scoop up more sand around me to cover my bare skin. Soon the sun
begins to rise, along with the temperature. I stand up, pushing the
sand away, and head up a nearby hill to search for the camp.
Suddenly I see movement off in one direction. I shout and wave
my arms to attract attention. I know I'm naked, but I'm more
concerned about dying in the desert than preserving my modesty. The
movement turns towards me and as it gets closer I realize, with
some fear, that it's not my colleagues from the dig but some native
on a camel.
I watch him come closer with mixed feelings, then crouch low
and sort of cover myself with my arms and knees as he rides up to
me. He stops a few feet back, looking down at me.
"Uh, do you speak english?" I ask timidly.
He looks at me and says nothing.
"I don't suppose you have some kind of clothing? Something to
put over myself?" I try to demonstrate what I want with my hands,
showing my body without showing him anything. I know how the arabs
feel about female nudity.
He doesn't move, just sits there looking down at me.
I can't tell much about him. He's wearing robes and the
traditional headdress with a scarf or something wrapped around his
face. He throws back the scarf then and I see he's a very handsome
man, perhaps in his late twenties or thirties. It's hard to tell
age with nomads since the sun and heat age them prematurely.
He holds out his hand, indicating I should rise and take it.
I don't want to since that means exposing my naked body to his
gaze. Again I motion at myself, and point at his robe. But he
either doesn't understand or pretends not to. He holds out his arm
impatiently and says something in arabic, the tone sharp.
I stand up slowly, still trying to cover myself. My right arm
is across my breasts and I cup my groin with my left hand. He
reaches out imperiously and I know he wants me to give him my arm
but I don't want to expose myself.
He bends over and grabs my arm, then hauls me forward. I yelp
and scramble up the side of the camel as the arab guy pulls me up
behind him. The leather seat is wide, which means I have to spread
my legs very far. My pussy comes down flat on it and burns because
the leather has gotten hot in the sun.
I wriggle around on it, trying to keep my pussy up and expose
as little of my ass cheeks as possible. But then the camel starts
moving and I have to grab the man in front of me to keep from
tumbling off. My pussy and ass are very hot and uncomfortable, but
I have to sit there as the camel moves along.
It got hotter and hotter and I started swaying from side to
side like the camel. My eyes kept closing and I thought I would
wear out... and then I did.
I almost fell off the camel but the arab guy grabbed me at the
last minute. I wasn't quite unconscious and I hung there by one
wrist as he brought the camel to a stop. Then I fell and lost
consciousness completely.
I woke up briefly as he handed me down to some arab women.
They carried me into a tent and gave me lots of water. I drank it
gratefully, but then lost consciousness again. I faded in and out
for a while. When I woke up finally I was laying on a kind of bench
or cot and several arab women were massaging my body.
At least that's what I thought at first. Then I realized they
were massaging some kind of oily stuff into my skin. None spoke
english and I didn't understand them, but I knew I was kind of
sunburned in a lot of places so quickly figured out that was what
the oil was for.
The thing was though, that as I came more and more awake I
remembered, or maybe just realized, that I was still entirely
naked. What was more they weren't being at all shy with their
hands. They were massaging the oil into my breasts and my inner
thighs, and then as I squirmed in embarrassment and discomfort,
they ran their oily fingers right over my pussy, rubbing it into my
crotch.
I tried to push their hands away and tell them that I would do
it but of course they didn't understand me and they were all big
women and a lot stronger than me. I mean, I'm tall, but these were
BIG women.
So I pretty much had to lay there still and let them rub and
knead my body with this flowery smelling oil.
They chatted as they worked on me, but of course I didn't
understand the language. They seemed in a good mood, and treated
everything I did with a kind of amused tolerance, pushing my hands
back and holding them gently whenever I interfered, for example.
Like when this one large woman, her fingers coated in this
thick oily goo, pushed them against my pussy and then slowly
pushed them right up into me. I grabbed at her wrist in shock but
the others all laughed and chided me like a child and held my hands
back as the women pushed her fingers way up inside me.
I gasped and tried to close my legs, but she was between them,
and another woman pulled my left leg open and held it wide as the
one between my legs pumped her fingers in and out of my fuck box.
Her fingers massaged the side of my pussy tunnel, turning slowly
around to massage all sides.
One of the other women put her thumb and forefinger around my
right nipple and squeezed it, then pulled upwards, pinching it and
distending the shape of my round orb. I again tried to grab at it,
as the other women all chuckled in amusement, but they still held
my hands easily.
The woman holding my nipple up said something and the others
all laughed in amusement, even the one pumping her fingers around
in my slit. She pulled them out then and to my intense
embarrassment, added more goo and then slowly worked them into my
asshole as two other women held my legs up and back.
After straining against their hold for a minute it was obvious
I wasn't going to break free so I relaxed, and let them do whatever
they were going to. They weren't hurting me, after all.
He gave me some more water, only it wasn't water this time. I
felt like some kind of very harsh wine, more like vinegar, really.
It made my mouth buzz and burned my throat, then made my belly all
fluttery.
They finished with me only when i was coated, inside and out,
with the oily substance. Then they left me there on the bench and
went out of the tent. I looked around for something to cover myself
with but there simply wasn't anything. I tried to sit up, but then
realized that I was still weak and kind of dizzy.
A few minutes passed, then several of the women returned,
bearing a blanket or robe or something. They wrapped me in it, then
lifted me as though I weighed nothing, carrying me out of the tent.
It was dark outside, and cool, thank God. But I wasn't outside
long, anyway. They took me to another tent and laid me down on a
brightly colored blanket.
They removed the robe, despite my feeble attempts to keep it,
then left. I waited there, wondering what they were going to do
next and wishing I spoke arabic.
The tent flap opened and a man came through, the same man who
had picked me up out in the desert. I sat up, but then fell back
down again with a groan.
He was wearing a flowing robe when he stepped into the tent,
but when I opened my eyes again after falling back on the blanket
he was opening it and shrugging it off. Beneath it he was naked,
his body muscular and glistening in the light from a crackling fire
in the middle of the tent.
I gulped in surprise. He didn't seem at all threatening. He
walked forward, then dropped to his knees on the blanket I was
laying on. I covered my breasts with my arm and my pussy with my
hand, but he only smiled, gripped my wrists, and gently pulled them
away, setting them on the blanket beside me.
I know I should have felt terrified, but I didn't. For some
reason a languorous ease gripped my mind and body both. I felt like
I was watching him from a distance. I noted, and appreciated his
strongly built body, but it didn't make any real impact.
He lay on his side right next to me and I turned to look at
him. I felt a calm acceptance. Every muscle in my body and every
brain cell in my mind felt a deep sense of peace and relaxation. He
gently laid his hand on my belly, just laid it there for a moment,
as if to absorb my heat.
His hand slid upwards, moving easily since both our bodies
were coated in oil. It slid up onto my right breast, not squeezing
it at all, just gliding along the contours of my body, appreciating
the curves and softness. He fingered my nipple with the utmost
gentleness, rolling it between his thumb and finger.
When his fingers moved back the nipple was rigid, as was the
other one, though he had yet to touch it. His hand glided down my
body, his fingers touching my ribs, then moving onto my belly and
down between my legs. He cupped my pussy mound, then rubbed it. His
hand slid up and down, sliding right down between my slightly
spread thighs to touch my buttocks.
I opened my legs, not without effort for I still felt very,
very relaxed and weak. He sat up, his other hand now dropping onto
my breast, stroking it slowly. He got to his knees and put a leg
across me, then eased down onto me, sitting on my lower belly. I
felt his heat and weight on me, but it wasn't at all uncomfortable.
His cock lay right along my belly. It was long, but not really
very hard. He gripped it with his fingers and rubbed it from side
to side on my stomach, then shifted forward a bit at a time, until
his ass was on my lower chest. His knees were on the ground beside
me and he took some of his weight on his legs as he lay his cock in
between my breasts.
His hands cupped my breasts from the sides, then pressed them
in against his cock. I saw his prick starting to lengthen and
thicken. He began to put pressure on my breasts, his hands crushing
them together around his rapidly hardening prong.
He started to hump slowly, sliding his ass up and down on my
body, sliding his cock in and out of my cleavage as he squashed my
titties around it. I just lay there and didn't move, my arms at my
sides.
He humped faster, his cock now very hard, the little hole
pointing right at me as I looked up at it. My breasts felt warm and
as his fingers dug into them and squeezed them I felt them getting
tight and taut and tense, felt pressure building up inside the
thick mounds of meat, heat and pressure and tension.
My nipples got almost painfully hard and my breasts were
swollen with longing, but I didn't know for what. There was a
terrible heat and pressure in them that needed release, but I
didn't know what kind of release or how to accomplish it. My
breasts were so hard and hot that I whimpered a little from
discomfort.
His big cock continued to slide back and forth in my cleavage,
but that wasn't what I wanted. I tried to understand what I wanted,
or rather, what my body wanted, and realized that the true longing,
the true need, was down between my legs.
And just then, just as if he realized it too, he let go of my
breasts and moved backwards down my body. He knelt between my legs
and held his cock in his hands, the head pointed at my pussy hole.
I watched, my mind detached, uncaring, calm.
I saw the head push in between my pussy lips, then saw it
disappear inside me. I saw my cunt lips open wide, saw how they
gripped his prong as it followed the head into my cunt crack. He
pushed it slowly at first, but then he suddenly leaned forward and
thrust hard. I let out a little cry and my head pulled back as my
back arched.
A deep, powerful sense of lust and pleasure rocked my mind and
I was suddenly aware of his cock jammed up high in my belly. His
body slid forward on top of me and he stared down into my eyes as
he began to fuck me. I still didn't move. I stared back up at him,
my eyes kind of dazed but happy, as he pumped his cock inside with
faster and deeper movements.
He lowered his mouth then and kissed me, his lips moving
passionately over my own as he ground his loins down into me. His
hands moved over my body, stroking, squeezing, stroking. He pulled
his mouth up, then licked across my cheek and under my earlobe,
then bit down lightly.
He kept grinding up and down atop me, his cock sliding slow
and easy up and down in my tight, moist fuck channel. My legs
spread wider and wider, seemingly of their own accord, and his
prick slid even deeper into my body. His hands moved beneath me,
pulling me tighter, sliding down to cup my ass.
His fingers dug into my buttocks, half lifting my ass up to
meet his thrusts. He jammed me up into him, grinding his pelvis
against me as his prick lay buried with my moist tight belly. His
teeth nibbled at my throat and my cheeks and my shoulders as he
grunted with the effort of crushing our bodies together
Our bodies were all oily and moved softly and sleekly against
each other. His chest and belly rode up and down against mine, a
hard, yet gentle caress. I felt my breasts mashed up against his
muscular chest, and groaned as he rode over them, rolling and
crushing them like a rolling pin over bread dough.
My legs jerked feebly on the blanket, drawing back, knees
rising spastically. I felt his cock grow even thicker as it rutted
into me, and he fucked even harder, desperately hard it seemed. He
ground across me with furious need, all his weight on my slight
body, crushing me below him as he jammed my ass up with both his
hands.
I could hardly breath with his heavy chest crushing my own
breasts down against my ribs, but I didn't really care. All I
really cared about was the deep and spreading heat that was
engulfing my body. It wasn't a crackling, burning heat, just a
deep, soul satisfying warmth that made me want to bask in it
forever.
His hands were jerking my ass up even harder, and he was
actually lifting it and my bent legs, off the ground with each
thrust. I didn't mind. I didn't mind the hard pounding of his hips
against my soft inner thighs either, for that jarring, ramming
feeling just felt... right, somehow.
Then he came inside me. I felt his juice, felt it like it was
going through my hands, felt its heat and wetness as it shot into
my guts. I could feel each individual wad of sperm as it blasted
out the tip of his cock and struck the bottom of my pussy box.
I felt a deep sense of happiness that he had cum inside me,
like all was right with the world. I wasn't thinking coherently
about anything, really, but I was glad for him, and glad that I had
accomplished his pleasure.
He slipped his hands out from under my ass and let if fall
back to the blanket, then rose and walked to his robe. He shrugged
it on then, ignoring me, and walked out of the tent. I just lay
there unmoving, still feeling the wonderful sense of peace and
rightness.
Less than a minute passed, then the tent opened and he
returned. It wasn't him, though. I knew this even before he took
off his robe. But I didn't care. Only a small part of me even
realized that it wasn't him.
He got on his knees between my legs, gripping them and lifting
them up, then parting them. He shoved them so wide a part I felt
the muscles and tendons in my thighs straining and aching. He gave
me a hungry look, then dove onto me. I grunted as he came down on
my chest, but he soon took his weight off, bending and sucking on
my nipples.
His mouth moved quickly, hungrily over my breasts, as did his
hands. He kneaded them with stiff fingers, mashing and squeezing
them all over as his mouth sucked on first one nipple then the
other. It hurt just a bit, but I liked it anyway, and my nipples
felt alive, felt like they would explode with pleasure when he
sucked especially hard on them.
He entered me, his cock sliding in to the hilt. He let his
weight down and began to fuck with hard, deep movements, grunting
with the effort. He didn't kiss me, but he did bite and chew on the
side of my throat as he threw his hips into my loins.
His cock was a triphammer as it rode into me, and his hips,
smaller, and bonier than the first man, smacked bruisingly hard
against my thighs.
But I didn't care. I loved it anyway, and felt at one with the
universe, my mind floating along on that wonderful sense of peace
and happiness.
I hardly noticed when he was gone. I looked up and saw a man
taking off his robe, then getting down on the blanket with me, and
smiled at him. He got on top of me and drove his cock into my body,
then began to fuck.
The faces blurred in my mind, as man after man came into the
tent and used me. The sense of pleasure and peace and languorous
happiness grew greater so I hardly knew what was going on anyway.
After a long time I was alone, my pussy rubbed raw by all the
cocks that had gone into me, my breasts aching and bruised, cut
here and there by teeth and sharp fingers. I lay naked still, legs
wide open, arms above me, flat on the blanket as I lay in a haze.
The women came back. They carried something but I didn't
notice or care at first. Two of them lifted my legs up and pushed
them back against my body, exposing my crotch and ass to a third,
who knelt there. A fourth knelt at my head, stroking it.
I felt something pushing against my pussy, but that was hardly
anything to disturb my serenity. But it began to hurt, sort of, a
sharp, pinching feeling that grew by the second. It began to draw
me out of that sea of tranquil warmth and I slowly raised my head
to look down between my legs.
She was holding what looked to be a kind of sword, or dagger,
except instead of a blade there was a long very thick round...
thing. It was much thicker than any man's organ I'd ever seen, and
the aching that I was feeling was the straining of my pussy lips as
she tried to force the thick thing into me.
I tried to reach for her but the other woman tut tuted and
held my hands back as the woman put more weight on the thing. I
panted and whimpered in real pain, still trying to reach for
whatever the thing was. The thing wasn't metal or wood or plastic
or anything like that. It was some kind of organic construct, like,
I don't know, like a cucumber wrapped in leaves and vines and
sprinkled with cloves, peppers, parsley and a bunch of other
spices.
I cried out as my pussy lips were finally forced open wide
enough to accept the thing. They held me easily, patting my face
and head as the woman grunted and pushed the thing deeper and
deeper into my body. I wriggled and jerked and whined but they held
me down as the whole thing was forced inside my pussy.
It was long and hit the end of my cervix, but they kept
pushing anyway, mashing it a little to get it entirely inside me.
My pussy lips closed finally and they let me go, satisfied
apparently. They got up and left the tent then and I patted
ineffectually at my crotch.
I tried to pry my pussy lips open and pull the thing out but
my hands were very weak and I just couldn't. Anyway, it wasn't
hurting much any more, now that it was fully buried in my pussy
box. So I lay back and kept my legs open to ease some of the
pressure I felt in my groin.
My guts felt cramped and hard by the thick thing inside me. It
was very uncomfortable.
Still, it didn't hurt, so I began to settle back down into the
warmth and peace.
Then I started feeling something else from my pussy, something
harder and hotter than before, a kind of burning, itching sensation
that grew and grew and grew. Again I tried to get at it, to pry my
pussy lips open and pull the thing out, but again I was too weak
and uncoordinated.
The sensation grew more and more powerful and I whimpered and
whined as my hands squeezed feebly at my pussy mound. My belly was
on fire and I couldn't do anything to ease the heat. I rolled onto
my side and curled up tight, squeezing my thighs together
repeatedly. Then I rolled onto my belly, my hands on my crotch as
I whimpered.
Then I felt a massive, powerful, cataclysmic blast of
unimaginable pleasure. It stunned me, blowing out the top of my
skull. I jerked violently, flipping onto my back, then I began to
convulse, to shake and thrash in a maddened fit.
The pleasure roared through my mind like a freight train
through a tunnel, the noise and light and power were astonishing.
It rolled over me and crushed me below its wheels, leaving me a
moaning mass of torn flesh.
Then, as I lay there in pieces, there was another monumental
explosion of sexual ecstasy. Like a dam blown free the orgasmic
power flooded through my system and tore away everything in its
path. I screamed again and again, screamed until my throat was raw.
I flopped and rolled and jerked and bounced in orgasmic release,
drooling and choking and grunting.
I rolled over and over again, bouncing and shaking and
writhing like a thing possessed. I dug my nails into my breasts and
mashed them as tightly as I could repeatedly clamping my hands down
on them as I shrieked in ecstasy. I put a hand on my pussy, then my
other hand atop it, then squeezed with all my might, howling like
a banshee as power of the orgasm ripped through my body and burned
along my nervous system.
Finally I blanked out completely and the old women came. The
thing in my pussy was by then gone, crushed into oil by my
spasming, squeezing cunt muscles. They held a beaker up to my pussy
and let the contents drain down into it.
I was dragged away then, to recover... for the next night,
when they would repeat the entire process.
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