Oasis

by Imari Jade

  “It’s soft.”

  “Like you.” He slid one of the straps down and kissed her bare shoulder.

  Charisma trembled. He removed the strap, exposing a pear-shaped breast with a huge pink nipple. He squeezed it between his fingers and it budded. “Oh,” he whispered. She stared back at him as he lowered his head and captured a nipple between his teeth. Charisma gasped.

  “My breasts are so sensitive.”

  He pulled her closer and gently removed the other strap until her torso was bare. He massaged the other breast while he suckled.

  “Um.”

  Shakir lifted his head. “I just have to see all of you.” He kissed her on the lips and yanked the rest of the gown over her hips and past her feet. The matching panties followed. He got out of his robe, exposing his chest. Charisma sat up and ran her hand over it. He took down her hair and it fell past her shoulders. It was the color of autumn leaves.

  “Your body is magnificent, Prince Shakir.” She ran her hand over his abs.

  He smiled. “And so is yours.” He gently pushed her down on her back and kissed her on her full lips. They parted, allowing his tongue to slip in and sample the sweetness. Charisma kissed him back hungrily, ignoring her nudity. He ran a finger down a silken thigh and then parted both of them to get at the lips of her vagina. She shuddered against him. Shakir kissed his way down her body, stopping at the mound of reddish-brown pubic hair. He hesitated to see if she would stop him. She didn’t. He raised her hips, buried his head between her legs and pushed his tongue inside of her.

  “Oh, my goodness. That feels so wonderful.”

  Shakir chuckled. She was sweet like honey. He cupped her hefty backside with his hands and pulled her away from the headboard. He nibbled the insides of her thighs and strummed her clitoris with his tongue until it grew. Then he inserted a finger into her wetness. “You’re very tight.”

  “Is something wrong with that?” she asked between gasps.

  “No, it’s delightful.” He pulled her up until she was on his lap and explored her with his fingers. He was surprised to find that he couldn’t get it in very far. He kissed her again, drinking in her innocence. His body responded to the sounds of her soft murmuring. “I want to make love to you,” he said as her juices covered his fingers.

  “Yes, ooh yes.”

  He withdrew his fingers. “No, listen to me. I want to seriously make love to you.”

  “I know you’re serious. I want you to make love to me.”

  “Are your sure?”

  She nodded. “Please make love to me, Prince Shakir.”

  Shakir moved the lounging pajamas down his hips and took them off. “There’s something you must see first.” Charisma eyes followed to the waistband of his briefs. “Don’t be afraid.” He lowered the briefs and his penis sprang forth.

  Charisma’s eyes twinkle. “Aye caramba. You’re huge.” Her nipples hardened as she stared. She ran her tongue over her top lip.

  Shakir took his penis in his hands. “I know it’s a lot but I’ll be gentle.”

  “I’m not afraid.”

  He rejoined her on the bed and parted her thighs. He brought the head of his penis to her opening. Charisma closed her eyes and relaxed. Shakir raised her hips and pushed the head inside. Charisma’s eyes flew open. She moaned loudly and bit her bottom lip. “You’re very tight. I did not expect such resistance.” He moved away and off the bed. “I might need some help.” He walked into the bathroom and returned a few seconds later with a tube of lubrication.

  “What’s that?” Charisma asked.

  “Help.” He opened the tube and squeezed some of the clear gel between his fingers. He massaged it into her vaginal area and all over his penis. It hardened at his touch. Shakir blushed. The head looked like a huge angry snake. He recapped the lube and tossed it on the bed, keeping his eyes on Charisma. He approached her again and parted her thighs. He rested her legs on each side of his hips and then raised her glorious behind. He tried to enter her again. Charisma groaned and reached for him as he pushed. “Just relax.” The head slipped in. “Now we’re cooking.” He moved his hips and more of his penis inched in. She was so warm it made him dizzy. He opened her legs wider. He had to get more in. He whipped his hips and pushed deeper. Charisma squealed, scratching his back. Shakir withdrew and looked down. His penis and the sheets were stained with blood. “You were a virgin?”

  Charisma nodded.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” He gathered her up into his arms.

  “I thought you knew.”

  “How could I? I thought that you and Robert had…”

  “No, never.”

  “I see. I just assumed.”

  “Is there a problem?”

  “No, I was just surprised.”

  “I know that I’m not experienced but I’ll try to be good and not disappoint you.”

  He pushed her down on her back. “You can never disappoint me.” He kissed her tenderly on the lips as he maneuvered his way back between her thighs. He eased inside of her. She shocked him by wrapping her thighs around his hips.

  “I want you deep inside of me.” He sank into her warm crevice and moved in and out of her. Charisma found the rhythm and joined him. She rolled her behind. She was inexperienced but she knew what to do. “That’s it. Fill me completely.”

  Shakir took her, encouraged by her words. He was careful not to put it all inside of her, fearful that he would split her in two.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I am going to mount you, Prince Shakir.”

  He wondered if she could possible do it. “I don’t think you should.”

  “Then let’s do it doggy style.”

  “Where did hear a term like that?”

  “Television, but I know what it means. I’m not that naïve. You’re long and you need to be able to stroke.”

  Shakir’s laughter filled the room as he presented her glorious backside to him. He kneaded the flesh and then spread the cheeks. There was no way they would be able to have anal sex, even though the tiny pink bud winked an invitation to him. He put a pillow under Charisma’s hips and entered her.

  “Oh yeah.” She backed into him and more of his penis slid in. She rocked back and forth on her knees as he pushed in and out of her. They found their rhythm again. Charisma was so tight but the lube helped control the friction. He closed his eyes and concentrated on holding back the eruption he felt in the pit of his stomach.

  “Shakir,” Charisma moaned. “I feel something. Something is happening inside of me.” She reared back harder.

  He knew that sound in her voice. He worked his hips faster and drove into her. “Let it out.”

  Charisma screamed loud enough to wake his ancient ancestors. “Shakir! Oh, Lord, I can’t control it.”

  He pumped his hips. “Don’t hold it. Let it out.” He bent her shoulders down toward the mattress and rose up over her buttocks. He long-stroked her…five inches in, six inches, and then seven.

  Her hips buckled. “Ah yes. I feel it.”

  Shakir sweated. She had taken seven inches of his penis deep inside her. Could she possibly take all of it? He backed out and tried again. Sweat poured from her body as she humped the pillow between her legs. Five inches, six, seven, and eight.

  “Ah. I’m coming.”

  Shakir’s knees shook. His penis spurted, filling her with his semen as he came with her. “Oh, oh. I’m coming too.” Charisma’s vaginal muscles sucked hungrily at his milk. The pulse thumped in his head and his ejaculation seemed endless. There was so much that his stomach cramped as his body jerked. “Damn,” he said when it finally stopped. “I think I hit the mother lode.”

  * * * *

  Charisma sat up on the bed. “Shakir?” Where was he? She was alone in his room and he was no where to be found. She peeped beneath the covers. “Ooh, I’m still naked.” She found a note on the night stand. “Sleep as long as you want, my lovely. I am making preparations for our trip to Khartoum. I had Layla
lay out your clothes and there is a tub of bubbles waiting for you in the bathroom. Love, Shakir.”

  Charisma ran her hand across the wording and headed toward the bathroom. She jumped into the warm water and laid there in a state of relaxation. Every muscle in her body ached deliciously. She washed and stepped out of the tub. There was a full mirror on the wall. “Oh oh.” She had hickies everywhere except her throat. She giggled nervously. She even had some on her behind. “I hope Layla chose something that will cover these.” She found her clothes hanging up in the closet. She examined herself again after she dressed. Nothing showed. Her breasts were still so tender they ached when she walked.

  Layla arrived several minutes later. “You’re glowing,” she whispered as they headed toward the kitchen.

  “Shush.”

  “How was it?”

  “Spectacular.”

  “I’m glad for you. And thanks for the advice.”

  “What?”

  “You know, about Amon. He asked me to accompany him to Khartoum and I accepted.”

  Charisma squeezed her hand. “I’m so glad.”

  Layla stopped. “Did it hurt much? You know, when he penetrated you?”

  “It did at first, but after that it was magical.”

  “Really?”

  Charisma nodded. “Just don’t be afraid when your time comes. It was the best experience of my life.”

  She and Layla went to the kitchen. The cook had made them breakfast. The girls ate, talked and giggled the morning away.

  * * * *

  Amon followed Shakir out to the stables. “Why are we out here?”

  “I need to choose the right camel for my ride to Khartoum.”

  “Why aren’t you taking one of the cars? You have a garage full.”

  “Because I need to show Charisma how to ride a camel. She can’t be afraid of what happened yesterday.”

  “How is she?”

  “Sleeping like a baby, in my bed.”

  Amon stopped in his tracks. “What?”

  “I can’t believe it either. We were eating dinner one minute and the next thing I knew we were on the bed.”

  “How was it?”

  “A gentleman never tells.”

  “That bad, huh?”

  “No, it wasn’t bad at all. It was the best moment of my life.”

  “I don’t mean for you. How did she react?”

  “She was a virgin.”

  “A what?”

  “You heard me.”

  “How could she be? I thought she was dating that Robert fellow.”

  “That’s the same thing I thought, but no. I was her first. It really scared me to death.”

  “I’ve never deflowered a virgin before. What is it like?”

  “It’s indescribable.”

  “Why aren’t you happier? What is the problem?”

  “She’s an American and has a life back in Louisiana.”

  “That can pose a problem. I’m glad I don’t have to worry about that. Layla will never leave Nubia.”

  “You haven’t given up on her yet?”

  “No, she’s coming with me to Khartoum.”

  “Lucky you.”

  “I wish I can say the same for you. Charisma’s aunt wants her to be with Robert.”

  Shakir frowned. “So I gathered from the conversation the other night.”

  “But she is no longer pure.”

  “Don’t you think I know that? It’s all my fault. I should have controlled myself.”

  “So, why didn’t you?”

  “Because I got one look at that spectacular ass and lost my mind.”

  Amon laughed. “Spoken like a true male. You aren’t the first man to lose his senses over a great ass, and she does have a lot of junk in her trunk.”

  Shakir nodded. “I’m in deep trouble.”

  * * * *

  “What is that?” Charisma asked.

  “A camel,” Shakir answered.

  She frowned at him. “I know what it is? Why is it here?”

  “It’s going to take us to Khartoum.”

  Charisma backed up. “I’m not getting on that thing.”

  “Relax; Nuri is a gentle as a kitten.”

  “That’s what you said about the other camel.”

  “Well that was my mistake. It must be her time of the month.”

  Charisma punched him on the arm playfully. “It is not. She is evil.”

  “Well, Nuri is not. I won’t let anything happen to you. We’re going to ride it together.”

  “Together?”

  “Yes, I’ll get in front and you can ride on back and hug my waist.”

  “I don’t know if I’d like that.”

  “Well, you can ride in front and I’ll ride in back, pressed against your behind.”

  “Hm, maybe you in front might not be such a bad idea. Besides. I don’t know the way to Khartoum.”

  “Exactly.” He ordered the camel down in Arabic and she knelt. Shakir climbed aboard and helped her up behind him. “Rise.” Nuri rose.

  Charisma closed her eyes on the way up. The camel moved forward.

  “See. Now hold on tightly.”

  She hugged his waist, pressing her face into his back. The camel plodded on up the hill and into the Nubian Desert. There was something nice about the motion, Charisma noted. It was a pretty day, not too hot by desert standings, and they were the only ones out and about.

  “Are you okay?” Shakir asked.

  “Um hum. I’m relaxing.”

  “Well don’t get too relaxed. You might fall off.”

  “I won’t. I’m enjoying the ride. I can’t describe it but there is a vibration back here.”

  “A vibration? Where?”

  “Under my butt. Like the camel has a motor.”

  Shakir laughed. “You’re nuts. This is a camel, not a car.”

  “I’m serious.”

  “Are we going to discuss what happened between us last night?”

  “What’s to discuss. We made love and it was magical.”

  “Yes, it was, but it does change things.”

  “You mean, Robert?”

  “Yes, I saw you kiss him the other night.”

  “Well, you were bumping and grinding with that girl.”

  “Halima.”

  “Whatever.”

  “She and I used to date.”

  “Used to? She was rolling on your jock like the two of you did more than date.”

  “Yes, we were once intimate, but it didn’t work out. She was too controlling and I found someone else.”

  “That was honest.”

  “It’s the truth.”

  “So, if I get too controlling you are going to leave me for someone else?”

  “I don’t know. I might give Asina to you as a parting gift.”

  “No thank you. That camel is evil.” She paused. “Damn that felt good.”

  “What?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Come on, tell me.”

  “This camel ride is making me horny.”

  Shakir tried to turn around. “What?”

  “Horny, you know sexually aroused.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. My nipples are hard.”

  “Oh my. Should I stop?”

  “Don’t you dare. This feels too good.”

  “Maybe you’re right. Maybe camels are evil.” He made the camel trod faster.

  “Ooh,” Charisma said. “You’re evil too.”

  Shakir laughed.

  “Slow it down. I’m serious. I’m….ooh.”

  “What?”

  “I don’t think I’m going to make it to Khartoum. The crotch of these shorts is rubbing against me like a tongue. I think I’m about to come.”

  Shakir stopped the camel and slid down from it.

  “Um,” Charisma moaned. “I like this camel.”

  “Stop that,” he ordered. “You’re making me hard and there’s no place to get comfortable.”

 
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