I flung my arms around Qasim and bade him lie down on
his back with me on top of him; his loins were elevated higher than his
head by a pile of cushions on which he lay. I worked backward while he
guides his shaft completely into me. My buttocks presented a fair mark
for Selim, who mounted me behind and slowly worked his shaft into the same
orifice that Qasim had already entered. It was the tightest kind of fit.
The first entrance had stirred my desire to a flame, and made me welcome
the second with great greediness. Qasim's position was such that he could
hardly stir, but Selim plunged his long and slender shaft into me again
and again with thrusts that required all his strength. My sheath was stretched
to its utmost tension by the two shafts, but all its distended nerves quivered
with lust.
Rashid now knelt close in front of me, with his knees
on either side of my head. I lay for a moment with my flushed cheeks on
his genitals, then I grasped his shaft in my hand and played rapidly up
and down on it. Qasim, with his arms wrapped around my waist, was sucking
my bosom. Selim squeezed my thighs in his grasp at every thrust he gave.
I felt my crisis coming, overwhelming threefold intensity, inspired by
the contact of such vigorous men at once. In my very wild abandonment I
sucked Rashid's crest in my mouth, then I thrilled and melted with a groan
that resounded through all the room.
All three of the young men followed me into the realms
of bliss to which I soared. My sheath overflowed with the double tribute
which gushed into it; my mouth was filled with Rashid's sperm. Both pairs
of lips were dripping; my whole frame seemed saturated with the exquisite
fecund moisture. When the mingled sighs of the young men, which echoed
to my prolonged groans or rapture, had died away, I sank into a semiconscious
state from which I did not rise that evening. I was in a deep, dreamy,
voluptuous repose which an occasional smarting sensation in my strained
sheath did not disturb.