An Arabic Trip

Yes, it was unusual that I took the suburban bus from Addis Ababa to Cairo, but even more unusual was that I was the only man on the bus, except for the driver.

I had secured a row in the middle, there were two women in Burkas, the appearance of the figures a younger and an older, a somewhat older Ethiopian and a younger woman, about as old as me, on the bus. The other white man had long been traveling in Africa, seen from her house color.

We were sitting in our seats trying to get as much traffic as we could.

The bus was really empty, I had seen the bus the day before, which was so crowded that people laid boards in the passage between the seats to sit.

When we got five on the bus, the bus driver grinned at us funny, but I just kept going.

We were on the road when the Ethiopian suddenly burst open and shouted something in her language. She pointed out the window and waved her hands, I did not speak her language, the women in the Burkas probably not, only the other white looked up and asked something in the same language.

After the answer she spoke in English to me that we would go wrong. The road did not lead to our goal. I looked up, could not decide, because the track was unknown to me.

Suddenly the bus stopped and two men with arms rose. The driver continued.

The women scared and were pushed to me.

After some time we stopped in an oasis, where everyone had to get out.

The driver shooed us all in a room with a bed and cameras.

Here was another man, this time whiter, who told us in several languages that we were his prisoners. We would be locked in another room and then we would have to do our work.

What did he not tell us? In the other room there were three large beds and a shelf. There was a big TV in the corner. The window was barred, there was, besides the door we had entered, another opening, but no door.

The one with the gun chased us to the beds, then the TV turned on and then locked the door from the outside.

On the TV ran a ‘teaching film’.

We were enlightened, in Ethiopian, Arabic and English, that we were caught to make several pornos. The women beat their mouths. All I just stared at the TV.

In the adjoining room would be the sanitary facilities, we should, in order to save water, the shower if possible.

I looked into the room. Several shower heads, a sink, a toilet bowl, without partitions.

The women looked at it, too, and the two Arabs began to cheer, the white calmed her, then said to me “I’m probably the interpreter.”

She asked the women something else and got answer.

How to put on and on the beds. The two Arabs together, the Ethiopian on the second and I and the fourth woman on the third bed.

“Can I come to you?

By the way, my name is Ruth. “

I looked at her. “Yes, I’m Jewish. Let’s hope they do not get that out.”

“What should we do?” I asked.

“So, how it looks, once with you, you poor four women,” she grinned. “Is not that the humid dream of every man?”

“If, then, willingly, we certainly do not have that here, what about the two in the Burkas?”

“This is mama and daughter, the daughter should be sold to a rich man as a fourth or fifth woman, which will probably be nothing.”

“And Mama?”

“She’s the third woman of a man from Addis.”

“What about our locals?”

“It comes from the highlands when I understand them right from a place right in the neighborhood to where I work as a doctor.

What are you doing in this picture? “

“Actually vacation. There are people who call the adventure holiday.”

“They’re probably right.”

The door opened, and the white man, who was even more disagreeable than the bus driver, came in.

“They are probably the ones who can tell everything about the rest, so here is the plan:

Today and tomorrow you can still prepare, but from overmorning is worked. We want two films a day, no, let’s say one, how have only a splash.

We start with the blacks, then the two ghosts, first one after the other, then together, and then they.

When this round is finished, you women will also engage you, we have nice toys, and then the splash comes again. “

“And then?”

“So what?”

He slammed the door shut and I told Ruth. “Do they want us …?”

“Yes, looks like that.”

The other three women began to attack Ruth.

At first she told the locals, who looked at me and shouted loudly. Ruth talked to her and she understood well, then she retired to her bed.

It was even more difficult for the two Arabs. But here, too, Ruth found a way to calm down.

“What did you tell them?”

“That if they do not join in, they will be killed.

“Would not that be better?”

“What, do not you want with three women? I want to be with the two, as he called it, ghosts.”

“Ruth, you’re spinning”

“No, I’m also on women, and once my Jewish pussy licked by two Arabs, would be worth the value”

The Ethiopian suddenly began to talk, Ruth answered. Then she began to cry, Ruth tried to console her.

Ruth then said that Makeda, the Ethiopian, had told of rumors from the other villages that people who wanted to travel had disappeared. They had never reached the goal.

The two Arabs began to sob, so Ruth asked what was going on. The two, Gadim, the mother, and Qitura, the daughter, were of the opinion that this was the will of Allah because they had sinned.

When asked if they had sinned, both had no answer, and whether it was Allah’s will that they had sex with a man with whom they were not married, before other men and a camera, the mother said only ‘ Inschallah ‘.

Ruth could only shake his head.

The daughter asked Ruth something that the mother broke.

Ruth then told me that the daughter wanted to know how that was with sex, and the mother would have said that was terrible and would only hurt.

After Ruth had said this, she said to me, “Is trouble to convince the mother of the better.”

Then she said that it was dark outside and she was tired, and she lay down on the bed. When I sat down, she took me and said, “Please, be careful with us women” and fell asleep.

The next day the white man came into the room and said that we had to move out to get to know each other better. Complete. Then he showed his weapon and a basket placed next to the door.

Ruth translated and began to undress. I went with him. The Ethiopian then also made her way, only the two Arabs refused.

Ruth was talking and talking to both. Finally, the mother first pulled out her burqa and then the clothes under it. Ruth came to me and said, “Is she cute, right?” The mother was married at age 13, and was pregnant with 14 for the first time with the little one.

For the little ones who have been looking for years, they are already 18, really old for their circumstances.

How old are you? I’m 35.”

“I’m Tom and am 33.”

Ruth asked Makeda, who was already 41.

Only the daughter did not want to. Until her mother said something to her and then she went out. The daughter was slightly bigger than her mother, had beautiful breasts, she was all in all the ideal image of a young woman. The mother was thicker, not fat, but visibly thicker. The breasts hung easily, but were also bigger.

Makeda had a muscular body, the breasts were the smallest, the cunt the wettest. She stared all the time at my cock, which at the sight of the four women, of course, had not been limp. Ruth something more rounded, with thicker breasts, than Qitura, so also not to despise.

Ruth looked at me and said “Makeda was for me, Qitura too.”

I asked Ruh “What am I to do with Gadim, the mother?”

She looked at them, then said, “Go, show both your cock, then take your hand and drive carefully through the slit, and if you know that it is dry, do it with the daughter.”

I went and showed my cock, the daughter wanted to grab, the mother hissed something.

I held my mother’s cock in front of her face and jerked slightly. Also by the excitement there was something damp in the front, which I wiped on a finger and then put the mother in the mouth. She pinched her lips, but then licked. And then she opened her mouth so far that I could push the whole finger in.

The mother, with her back to the one wall, was sitting on her legs, so I could pull her gently through my cunts with my fingers. She winced but did not close her legs. And, she was wet.

I sniffed at my hand and then licked it, Gadim looked at me with wide eyes. I pulled my hand once again and held it to her. She sniffed and then licked carefully. Ruth stood next to me and said, “Tom, you make a woman whole kirre. Do that afterwards also with me”