“Will we stay here?” Krista asked.
“Only for a couple of days,” Sheikh Hakeem replied. “Then we’ll start moving down the coast, stopping here and there for some days at a time, always in places where we will be able to observe anyone approaching from quite a distance. It will be safer than presenting anyone who might be seeking you with a fixed target. Do you know who it is that threatens you?”
“Yes,” Susan replied, “though he isn’t personally doing anything but paying others to do his dirty work.”
“So you don’t know who it might be?” Sheikh Hakeem asked.
“There was a guy who caught up to us somehow in Bora Bora,” Zach said. “We were on a private island at a private resort and I donated to the security chief’s favorite charity to keep his eyes and ears open for anyone inquiring after any of us. As soon as we learned about his presence, we left and came here.”
“Do you know what this man looks like? Did they arrest him?” Sheikh Hakeem asked.
“There was no reason to arrest him,” Zach replied. “It wasn’t against the law to be asking questions. But they did give me a copy of his photo that they took when he arrived on the island.”
“May I see it?” Sheikh Hakeem asked.
“Sure,” Zach replied. “It’s in my pants. One minute.”
“Sheikh, where are all of the young people?” Susan asked. “Everyone here seems to be in their 30s or older.”
“The youngest children are at one of our more permanent camps with the wetnurses,” Sheikh Hakeem replied. “Those old enough are schooled there. We also have 18 members currently studying abroad, at Oxford, Cambridge, Harvard, MIT, USC, the Sorbonne. I am a big believer in the concept that education provides a person with a broader base from which to make decisions. Ignorance is not necessarily bliss.”
“That’s wonderful that you can do that,” Susan said.
“Those here with me, my personal group of advisors, if you will, are not interested in the outside world, preferring the traditional world of the Bedouin, even though most of them have been to western universities,” Sheikh Hakeem explained. “They found that our traditional ways spoke more clearly to their souls than what the western world had to offer, as did I. Perhaps you will learn why they feel that way as time goes by. As tribal leader, which I am by the acclamation of the tribe, I oversee all of our efforts, make all of our economic and business decisions, always working to ensure the perpetuity and wealth of the tribe, and adjudicate any problems that might arise.”
“This is the guy,” Zach said, sitting down and handing the photo to Sheikh Hakeem.
“May I keep this for a time?” Sheikh Hakeem asked. “I will return it.”
“Be my guest,” Zach replied.
“Rolf, Gretchen,” Sheikh Hakeem called out, waving them over. “Since we are granting sanctuary to these people based upon your recommendation, we invite you to stay with us for the duration of their stay. It is the hot season, so you will not be having so much business, I think.”
“Thank you for the privilege, Sheikh,” Rolf said, reading between the lines and hearing between the tones that he wasn’t being offered a choice. “We always enjoy your hospitality.”
About a week later, after they had moved camp the first time, Zach found himself in the unusual position of a 69 with Krista. She, Susan, and Gretchen were pretty much monopolized by the Bedouin men, while he and Rolf were at the mercy of the 6 women in the group. As he was delighting in the taste of her pussy, one of the Bedouins knelt behind her and shoved his cock into her and began to fuck her. After watching for several seconds, Zach decided that he wasn’t going to miss out on a rare chance to eat Krista’s pussy, so he began tonguing and licking it while she was getting fucked.
The Bedouin didn’t seem to mind, even when Zach began sucking on Krista’s big bulging clit and her long inner lips, the shaft of the Bedouin’s cock sliding along his lips as he sucked at the junction of his cock and Krista’s pussy where her juices were liberally leaking. Suddenly tasting cum, Zach started to back away when the Bedouin pulled his spurting cock from Krista’s pussy and stuck it into Zach’s mouth, which he had opened to gasp for breath.
Having been in this situation before, Zach didn’t panic and then realized that he was actively sucking on the man’s cock and gulping down his cum. Before he even had a chance to try to process what he was doing, the cock was gone and he was slurping on Krista’s cum-filled pussy.
But it didn’t end there. A short while later, while eating one of the Bedouin women’s pussies as she lay on top of him in a 69, another of the Bedouin men came over, his cock glistening and gooey, and knelt down. Zach lay back, panting for breath to watch as he slid it into her. To his amazement, the man pressed his cock down so that he could rub it on his lips. Gasping in surprise, his mouth was suddenly filled with cock, the flavor of Gretchen’s pussy all over it.
Zach gagged when the man pressed it in too far, then sucked hard on it as he gasped for breath, feeling it swell, then explode, cum gushing into his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow as his mouth filled with cum, then once again realized that he was actively sucking on the cock, again gasping for breath then it was pulled from his mouth after he had sucked it dry, sliding into the Bedouin woman’s pussy for a couple of strokes to get it nice and wet, then he pulled it from her pussy and pushed it down for Zach to suck. Which he did, though it was only briefly before he pulled it away and was gone.
Three more times that night Zach found himself in the same situation, a pussy-flavored cock in his mouth spurting cum. By the time the last one was in his mouth, he was over it and simply sucked it, now paying more attention to what it felt like in his mouth.
Zach was profoundly grateful that nobody said anything to him about it, the chances of them not having seen just about non-existent. He had noticed Rolf sucking cocks, but had just thought that that was his thing. He had even seen him several times on his knees with one of the Bedouin men fucking him in the ass. It became a regular thing and he found himself sucking half a dozen cocks a night that were fresh from a pussy and ready to cum. He wasn’t certain when it happened, but one night after sucking several cocks off, Zach realized that he enjoyed it and looked forward to it.
The next three weeks or so drifted by as if in a dream, days and nights filled with such incredible heat that it felt as though they were living in an oven, only relieved by immersing in the sea. Every few days they’d dismantle the camp and move further south down the coast to the next amazing spot, always on the water, sheltered from the incessant winds the blew down like a blast furnace from the north over the Wahiba Sands Desert.
The intense heat had one somewhat positive effect, though. It was even too hot to fuck, so everyone got a break during the day, though the nights were a succession of all-night orgies. By the time they were approaching Salalah, some 600 miles down the coast from Al Ashkharah, they had all tanned a nice golden brown, even the pale-skinned Susan and Krista. Zach’s brown hair was now sun-bleached, making him all the more handsome as far as Krista and Susan were concerned. It hadn’t taken but a few days for Krista and Susan to adapt to being fucked 15-20 times a night, though Sheikh Hakeem insisted that they always sleep with him when the rest of the men were done with them.