Having barely crossed the threshold of the hotel room, Vika pulled off her short shorts and, referring to the fact that she had taken a shower on the beach when she was taking off her wet swimsuit in the dressing room, she immediately splashed onto the bed. And Andrei wanted to refresh himself before daytime sex, and he went to the bathroom.
Returning in just a few minutes, my husband found his faithful, slowly snuffing on his right side. He decided that he would not wake her up by tritely shaking his shoulder. Instead, the man gently turned the sleeping wife on his back, stretched his legs and gently pulled her panties off. In response, she, without opening her eyes, only smiled faintly through a dream. Then he began to shower his tender hips with his beloved with kisses from his knees to the pubis.
But Vika did not react at all. Dozens of warm and wet touches of men's lips covered the girl's body in the most intimate places, but she did not wake up. Husband again and again kissed his sleeping beauty, but her sleep from this became only stronger. After the next series of kisses, Andrew raised his head and looked at the face of his beloved wife, bliss and serenity were expressed on him.
Then he gently licked it with the tip of the tongue promo between the genital sponges, sliding along the clitoris, which was still slightly salty from sea water. But even this desperate step of hiss did not bring results. With a sad sigh, the disappointed Romeo finally smacked the girl in the tightly compressed folds of the clean-shaven pussy and covered it with a cool sheet.
Stepping outside the bungalow, he quietly slammed the door behind him, wrote an SMS to his wife with the text “You wake up - wait at the pool bar!”, Lit a cigarette and went to taste the local beer.
Andrew didn’t want to sleep at all. But Vika overcame, and there were two reasons for that: firstly, another glass of wine that she drank instead of dessert was clearly superfluous, and secondly, the previous sleepless night spent on the bus with Andrew affected.
Rare tourists, who first arrived in Egypt, refuse the opportunity to visit a tour called "Pyramids of Giza". Despite the fact that the way from the hotel to the world-famous majestic buildings is not long, the newlyweds did not resist the same temptation the day before.
Falling into a deep sleep now, the girl seemed to be there again, in the hall of one of the pyramids. She again saw her so impressed ancient walls and domed ceiling. In the center of the room was a pedestal of polished white stone about a meter high. The guide explained that this was either an altar or a sarcophagus, and then added that many scientists still doubt and argue about the true purpose of this impressive object of the correct rectangular shape.
Vika was completely alone in the hall and to her surprise found that she was not standing on the floor, but on the edge of a stone pedestal. There were no rope fences, no less than luminous plates with the inscription “EXIT” or announcements with the request “Do not touch your hands” in different languages. But at a distance, on either side of the stone altar, stood two tall golden chandeliers with small smoked lampadas.
From the clothes on the girl was only a thin T-shirt, in which Andrei left her sleeping on the bed of the hotel room. Quite embarrassed by this circumstance, she tried to take a step to get down to the floor, but nothing came of it. Both of her legs, which were shoulder-width apart, were ankle-kneed in stone, and there were no chances to free them.
Rounding her eyes and not believing them, the girl leaned over and touched with her fingers the cold and smooth stone expanse that tightly bound her bare feet almost at the very edge of the large rectangular stone on which she stood. At that moment, somewhere behind, a sound of approaching steps was heard close by.
Fearing that people would come in now and see her naked on this pedestal, Vika panicked and desperately tried to free at least one leg with a jerk. But instead she lost her balance and began to inevitably fall back. In order not to collapse the back of her head on the stone surface, she sat down a bit and put both hands back.
As soon as girlish palms touched the stone behind her, they immediately began to sink in him, as if in quicksand. All her attempts to free her hands led only to the fact that they were both bogged down in stone stronghold almost to her elbow, and her bare butt touched the cold stone surface. In this position, she looked like a giant grasshopper that fell on its back. Before my eyes, everything floated and circled, either from a recent fall back, or from excitement. Now everything seemed especially unreal, and from this there was no strength even to scream.
In the meantime, the steps inevitably approached and were heard already just a couple of meters somewhere behind. The steps were slow and clearly belonged to only one pair of legs. Not having the opportunity to run away, hide, or at least hide behind her, Vika only had to close her eyes, wait and wonder who she would have to appear almost naked to, and also in such a frank pose.
The girl decided to open her eyes only after someone, whose steps she had heard, rounded the stone pedestal, proceeded slightly forward and stopped. A tall figure, dressed in a gold-robed outfit, stood directly in front of her, in close proximity to the side of the stone where her feet were immured. For several seconds Vika looked with caution and interest at the person standing in front of her, spreading her knees to the side. But having recollected herself, she cried out and brought them together as tightly as possible.
However, she understood that this made little difference. In the flickering light of a lamp, a person who entered could still easily admire the beauty of the smoothly shaved plump lips of her beautiful young slit. Looking now over her knees, Vika could only see the face and shoulders of the person standing in front of her.
He was a middle-aged man with a distinctive patch beard, which can often be seen by the pharaohs on a variety of images from the times of ancient Egypt. For a second, it even seemed to her that she had seen the image of this particular man somewhere quite recently. The skin of his face and hands, like a sleeveless robe thrown over his shoulders, cast a golden glow.
In one hand he held a small scepter surmounted by an apple-sized ball. In the other was a cup the size of half a soccer ball. It seemed that the scepter, the ball, the bowl, and even their owner were made entirely of gold.
- Who you are? Help, please ... I got stuck here ... - I decided to speak first to Vika.
In response, the stranger tore, finally, his gaze from the girls' charms. A pair of his expressive brown eyes now met with Vekin’s pleading eyes.
- Do not be afraid of me, pretty child! And do not hide, but show me your beauty!
- Stop it! How are you not ashamed to stare at me?
- Open before me! - The man took a step towards Vika and now he could, stretching out his hand in which he held the scepter, touch his knee with his fingers.
- And do not paw me !!! I, in fact, married, if that!
- Do not be angry, child, and do not resist. I will not harm, but I will let you go from here with the Gift!
- With what other gift ?! I do not need anything from you !!! I will complain! ... To the consulate! ..
But the man was silent and looked intently into her eyes. Then Vika, realizing that the threats and visits of this self-confident foreigner clearly did not penetrate, decided to change the tone.
“I really don't need anything, just help me out and let go, okay? ..”
Instead of answering, the Egyptian raised his scepter in his outstretched hand, closed his eyes and began to mumble something in an incomprehensible language. The orb on the scepter began to glow faintly from within. This glow was growing with every second and some kind of incomprehensible nature was attracting the eye by force. The man took another step forward and touched the luminous ball of both the girl’s tightly compressed knees at once.
- Well, please! ... Do not ... - she murmured, when the pleasant heat emanating from the ball, has become an unknown way to spread throughout her body.
Pharaoh began to slowly move the ball, leading it along the line along which the girl's legs were brought together. Since her feet, walled in stone, were placed rather widely, he easily managed to hold the scepter tip first along the back surface of the snow-white hips almost to the very folds of her pussy. Then, rising again to the closed knees, on the front - to the very tummy.
The closer the ball was to the most intimate place, the harder it was for the girl to hold her knees tight. And so, unable to resist, she allowed them to open wide and limp. Vika with horror caught herself thinking that she was eager to touch this magical artifact right between her legs.
However, the ball radiating a yellowish glow stopped for a while in the area of the girl's navel. Then he slid a little up and stopped at the solar plexus. The heat emanating from the tip of the scepter penetrated the body. The irresistible languor became insidiously and quickly seize the girl. She finally went limp, relaxed, threw back her head and opened her mouth.
Standing at the very foot of the pedestal, Pharaoh leaned between the widened Vika's legs and, carefully watching the mysterious golden light penetrating into her body, continued to whisper either prayer or some kind of mantra in the ancient language.
After a minute, the ball started moving again. He was smoothly shifted now to the lower abdomen of the girl. Along with him shifted and warm light spot. As the mysterious artifact approached the girl’s pubis, the sensation of sensation increased.
The once soft, barely perceptible heat became hotter. And here the radiation source, the brightness of which increased, stood on the top of the hillock of Venus. Vika breathed loudly with her open mouth, her eyes rolled back from unusual and languid sensations, promising quick pleasure.
Heat was almost burning from the inside, spilling treacherously pleasant bliss all over the body. Against this background, it began to appear that an invisible thread was attached to the center of the ball, the other end of which went to Vikino's womb. This thread was tightening more and more, delivering to the girl a well-known, melodiously-ringing sensation in the lower abdomen.
Not stopping something muttering, the man was now holding a glowing scepter tip just above the girl's clitoris. Without moving the ball, he began to rotate the artifact in hand from side to side, as if winding the same invisible thread on it and, thus, further tightening its tension.
Vika closed her eyes and bit her lower lip; now she could hardly restrain herself from writing. Pharaoh clearly understood what he was doing with her now and, apparently, was doing this unusual rite with other girls more than once on this altar. An instant before the girl's strength dried up, and the first drops of hot transparent moisture escaped from her slits, he put a bowl on the stone in front of her, which he held in his other hand all this time.
- Oyy ... I can't take it anymore, don't ... Ahh! ... Poa-ah ... ahh! ..
After these words of her own, Vika heard a trickle that broke out between her legs and rang along the bottom of a yellow metal bowl filled with her pussy. The quivering feeling in the lower abdomen immediately disappeared, and he was replaced by an increasing pleasant feeling somewhere deep in the lower abdomen.
At first it seemed that this was only the effect of the relieved tension. However, after only a few seconds, the wave of pleasure began to spread all over the body more and more perceptibly, filling with itself every nook and cranny, every cell of the quivering girlish nature. All-pervading sensuality with his head covered Vika, wrapping him in a thick veil of thick and crumby languor.
The shame of what she is writing now, with her knees wide apart, in front of an unfamiliar man could hardly reach her mind. But as soon as she tried for an instant to stop letting this thin stream out of herself, the pleasant feeling was dulled, and the burning burning sensation in the lower abdomen returned. Therefore, she immediately wanted the stream to flow back from the narrow channel in her beautiful pise.
- Do not be ashamed, child, but pour out now into this bowl! ... - Inserted Pharaoh in Russian words in his mantra, - Transcend through shame, open your essence before me, do not resist, indulge in lust and enjoy my Gift! ..
It was no longer just languishing, pleasure or bliss. The girl began to shake in the pre-orgasmic convulsions. Frequent waves rolled across the tummy and hips, and goose bumps ran all over the body. The ass shrank and pulsated somewhere inside, and outside its delicate buns waved, continually touching the polished stone surface beneath them.
Vika experienced a real orgasm for the first time in her life simply because she was pissing. She wanted this stream to flow out of her little hole endlessly and slowly, giving endless unearthly bliss.
In the meantime, her girlish body was shaking more and more. The scepter ball glowed with a blinding white light and for a second did not tear away from the clitoris and labia of the shameless pissing girl. From her bare pussy flowed a thin hot thread, leaving the other end into the depths of her pink womb. A trickle then rang on the bottom and walls of a metal vessel, then it poured around in large drops. Only a fraction of these drops fell into the substituted bowl, most of them irrigated the surface of the stone altar.
Vygunuvshis arc, as far as it was possible, Vika was already moaning loudly and even mumbling, mentally asking that this process never stopped. Her delicate little clitoris literally rang, her ass lifted high above the stone was pulsing, her minor spasms ran through her tummy, and the whole girl's body sang loudly for various voices in a catchy song of incredible strength and orgasm.
And only when the supply of warm moisture in the maiden body was finally dried up, and her wet pisca sprinkled at last with a few brackish droplets, stretched like a string girl went limp again and powerlessly spread over its stone bed. Before my eyes it was dark, my ears were ringing, and my throat was dry ...
It is difficult to say how much time has passed, but when Vika opened her eyes, she was no longer on a stone pedestal, and her arms and legs were not walled up. Having stretched them in different directions, the girl lay on a soft high bed, covered on top with a huge translucent canopy. Somewhere in front were two candelabrums with dim lampas. She was still wearing only her underarm T-shirt.
The edge of the canopy flapped, and then rose. After a moment, an already familiar man entered under him. His torso was now naked, and below the belt he was dressed in shenty — a robe like a skirt or a loincloth — made of expensive gold casting.
After seeing Pharaoh, Vika did not even think to reduce her legs or to cover her nakedness with something. Her body, which had recently experienced such a destructively strong and prolonged orgasm, literally spread out over a lush, elastic feather bed. It was extremely pleasant to lie on such a soft and as if created for long and passionate sex. In addition, she was well aware that it was unlikely that she would now be allowed to just leave him.
The man, meanwhile, came close to the foot of the bed and slowly began to get rid of the scheten. stories erotica Soon this only piece of his wardrobe fell to the floor, and the girl's gaze appeared reared ...
up erect male organ. He was not so huge, but his form and form still impressed the little girl who was not very sophisticated in sex.
The mere fact that he was, like the whole body of Pharaoh, the color of yellow metal, somehow agitated consciousness. Raising her head, Vika did not take her eyes off the impressive icon of the flashback swaying and shining in the flickering light of the lamps.
“Why are you all ... like gold?” Is it such a makeup? - She could not stand it and asked.
“I am the son of Ra, the sun god, my body keeps and emits its light,” said the high-born Egyptian, “This light can incinerate, but it can also give bliss.
- Oh, yes ... I already understood that! - Vick felt like a short echo of the recent orgasm ran all over her body again.
- This is the Gift of which I spoke.
- Dar? Did you give me an orgasm? Very original ... And like a man ... However, thanks ...
- Your sarcasm is misplaced, child! - Pharaoh explained indulgently, - The gift is not that you have experienced bliss once, but that you can continue to experience it every time, pouring out of your womb ...
- I mean?! ... Every time ?! - Vika even lifted herself up on her elbows on the bed, - And if I want to write, say, at the airport or at the train station? Nooo! ... I don't think this is a good idea ...
- Calm, child, show respect and listen! - Pharaoh held his hand in the air, and some kind of invisible power again softly pressed Vika with her head to the bed. - The gift will be manifested every time, but only when you begin to pour out in front of a thirsty man’s gaze.
- Aah ... That is, I will finish only when a man watches me write? - Vika covered her face with her palms and giggled from embarrassment.
- Yes it is. But only the man whose eyes sincerely and passionately desire this spectacle, only the one whose eyes you wish to present your shame.
“What a nightmare ...” the girl mumbled, without taking her hands off her face. “And if I don’t find one like this, I’ll never be able to enjoy this gift in another way?”
- Well ... If in your world all men are such stupid, know that my eyes are always eager to see your young womb pouring in! - The man at these words touched his forehead and ran his hand over his face from top to bottom.
Vika saw this gesture, but then did not understand either its meaning or the words spoken. Looking now into the eyes of Pharaoh, she again caught herself thinking that she had seen this face and that look recently, but could not remember where and under what circumstances.
“But in order for my Gift to stay with you forever, before I let you go back to your world, I have to cast my seed into you.”
With these words, Pharaoh confidently stepped first with one knee on the high soft bed, then the second. He picked up his ankles in his hands, lifted and slowly approached the girl, gradually pressing her widely extended legs bent at the knees to her tummy.
Vika understood that, probably, now for the first time she would change her husband. She would never do that in real life. But now, despite all the reality of the environment and events, somewhere in the depths of my consciousness I understood that, most likely, this was happening in a dream, so she did not even try to resist. Instead, she spread her arms wide.
Warm and elastic head member touched her soft genital lips. Male flesh began to slowly, but inevitably crawl into the wet maiden bowels. A centimeter by centimeter the pharaoh deeper and deeper entered the tender body of a young girl trembling with lust. As he moved inward, Pharaoh pressed his knees to the small breasts peeking out from under his t-shirt, until his large eggs touched the little girl's pop up.
Vick breathed deeply and held her breath. She didn’t know if everything was really happening, or if she could only dream about it. But she clearly felt how a straight and elastic member pulled her pussy on herself, how her trunk was bursting her young vagina, not yet developed by frequent sex, like a soft but so elastic head, slipping along the walls of her wet pink cave, rested now against her vault and froze.
After giving the girl some time to enjoy the sensation of his penetration, the experienced man began smooth, rhythmic movements. He moved skillfully, it seemed his body was created to create a wave, driving a member into a girl obediently lying under him, to penetrate deeply into her body through the pussy, taking possession of him.
Vika dutifully submitted to the wave-like rhythm with which Pharaoh unceremoniously stared her. Although he said that his goal was only to spout his seed on Vika, in fact he was obviously trying so that she could receive pleasure. The way Pharaoh behaved, as he spoke about Darre, who wants to teach, could not leave the girl indifferent. Therefore, everything that is happening now she perceived not as banal sex, but as a mysterious ritual, which she had the honor of marching with the very son of God Ra.
Pharaoh initially made no sound. Even his breathing remained even and measured, like the rhythm of his movements in Vika's pussy. His penis, wet from the girlish juices, then almost completely came out of it, then again penetrated into it to the base, pushing the tender and wet walls of its narrow slit. Over time, only slightly increased the speed of these movements.
Vick again embraced bliss and languor. She herself, without noticing it, was struggling with her popochka to meet the jolts of Pharaoh. Arms stretched to the sides clenched into fists and crushed a white sheet. Her ankles were still tightly clasped by men's hands. Slowly but inexorably approaching detente, Pharaoh lifted his gaze upward and again began to murmur some mantra in the ancient language.
At the same time, the growing yellowish glow began to illuminate everything around. Opening her eyes, Vika realized that this time it did not emanate from the scepter, the light burst from between her legs. Her body glowed from within. Light and heat emanated directly from her pussy bleeding from her, in which Pharaoh continued to skillfully peck her with his dick.
Without ceasing to move inside the girlish pussy squirting from the grease, Pharaoh was speaking louder and louder incomprehensible words. With each word, the glow grew, and the heat was almost burning from the inside. Vika saw that now the light emanates not only from her perineum, now she glows from the inside and the lower abdomen, and her smoothly shaved mound, diverging into two ridges of the labia.
In addition to light and warmth, the girl also felt within herself more violent and frequent shocks of a hard male member. It became obvious that the next few such powerful shocks would make her shake again and end violently.
The dick made three or four more pushy movements between the spread Vicky legs. Pharaoh, having driven his weapon as deep as possible into the girl, froze for a moment, then waves ran through his body again, but this time completely different - smaller and more frequent. And Vika felt how a furious and hot fountain of stinging sperm deeply hammered in her, irrigating her masculine flesh from inside.
Throughout the girl's body, convulsions immediately ran, the tummy twitched, and her breath caught from the thrill of every cell. Lightning of the second orgasm today with numerous arrows pierced the girl in all places, forcing her eyes, watering from an excess of feelings, tightly shut, scream, stop, squirm and moan under the pharaoh at the top of her voice ...
Vic woke up, lying down in the bed of a hotel bungalow. The whole sheet, which Andrei had covered with her, was gathered into a large lump and clamped between her legs. Head lay cheek on the pillow. His gaze was turned toward the bedside table, on which the telephone stood.
In addition to the phone on the nightstand, there was also the only souvenir brought from yesterday’s excursion - a statue of an ancient Pharaoh in the form of a small bust. Vika could not believe her eyes - the face of that Pharaoh, who had just been in a dream like that, was looking at her ...
masterfully fucked her in pussy!
There were no doubts, a pair of those most expressive eyes, from the gaze of which they were now shaking, looked at her. And then for some reason she remembered that strange gesture and the words of Pharaoh: “... know that my eyes are always eager to see your young womb pouring in!”.
- It can not be! ... - With these words, Vika got up and sat on the bed, and squeezing a crumpled sheet wet from the abundantly released lubricant between the thighs in her sleep.
She took the statue in her hands and stared at the bust carved of wood for a couple of minutes. Yesterday at the end of the tour, before boarding the bus, the tourists were led through the local natural market. There, many merchants fought desperately for buyers and in every possible way invited them to their stalls. Particularly brisk striving to even grab some tourists by the sleeve!
Vika felt uneasy at such behavior of the locals, she pressed into Andrei’s shoulder, and they hurried to the bus. At the very end of the market there was one merchant who did not shout, did not swing his arms and did not drag anyone to his shop. He simply stood modestly, and having met Vika, he smiled politely and pointed his hand at his few goods.
Having decided that it would be wrong to leave such a landmark place without a souvenir at all, the newlyweds stopped and purchased this Pharaoh's bust from him. Rather, it was Vika who chose it. Perhaps because she wanted to leave this market as soon as possible, and maybe for other reasons, but her hand without any hesitation reached for this statue from a bog tree.
The girl was now holding this souvenir in her hands and recalled all of yesterday’s events, as well as her afternoon nap. The longer she looked into the eyes of the statue, the more it seemed to her that Pharaoh was now looking straight into her eyes.
- Oh well ... - Vika put the figure back on the bedside table and jumped out of bed. “Although ...” She took her in her arms again and walked naked into the bathroom.
Turning on the light and sitting down on the toilet, she held a wooden souvenir in her hands, never daring to overcome her shame and unfold it so that Pharaoh could see her half-opened slit, from which she was about to release a trickle.
Silently having doubted, the girl stood up, closed the lid of the faience installation and put the bust of Pharaoh on top. The very same went into the shower stall and, without closing the door, squatted down, turned her face out.
The pharaoh’s gaze seemed to be riveted to her bare, hairless crotch. It was so light and so quiet around that Vika found it difficult to overcome her shame and finally start writing. Then she put the shower watering can on the bottom of the booth, turned on the softly warm water and quieted down ...
- Oh! ... Wow ... Aaahh ... Wow! ... - It escaped from her, as soon as the first droplets splashed out of her beautiful naked pussy.
The girl, to sit on her haunches, was forced with both hands to cling to the doors of the booth. Hot golden moisture that squirted from the half-opened slits, then oozed literally a drop. Closing her eyes and biting her lip, the shameless woman purposely stretched pleasure. Powerful waves of orgasm covered her son again and again all the time while she was writing.
Sometimes, having opened one eye, she secretly looked at a wooden figure and thought about what pleasure it would be if it’s not a wooden statue that admires her peeing crack, but, for example, Andrew himself! After all, he had hinted to her for a long time that he would like to look at it, but she was still shy and denied him that pleasure.
Thoughts in my head were tangled, my legs were weakened, and from the half-open pussy, it flowed, then oozed, dripping on a small neat ass, moisture. And the pissing and simultaneously ending shameless girl now dreamed only that this madness lasted longer. And it is desirable that it never ends at all!
After a couple of minutes, when, despite all the tricks, there was nothing to write about, lustful little son took a shower and dressed. Deciding to find a husband as soon as possible, she left the hotel room. I didn’t have to search for him for a long time - SMS helped him, which he sent to her instead of a note.
Very soon, Vika found Andrew sitting under an umbrella near the pool. On the table next to him were two tall beer glasses, one of which was still half full. On the way, the girl went to the bar and put two huge pieces of watermelon from a dish standing on her plate.
- Oh, hello! ... Have you slept enough? - Andrei smacked on the lips of his wife approached him.
- Yeah ... So cool! I'm sorry I passed out, okay? - She replied, sitting down next.
- Well ... I do not know, I do not know ... I must now!
Vika smiled slyly and began to eagerly bite into a piece of watermelon sugar pulp. In her memory again the events of today's daytime sleep. However, was it a usual dream, she now doubted, because the Gift, about which Pharaoh spoke, really turned out to be with her!
- Um ... Must say? ..
- Yeah ... Must! And how should you give back? - picked up a funny idea Andrew.
- And what are your wa-ants? - She barely turned her tongue, absorbing a ripe watermelon and reveling in its sweet juice.
- Well, here you are and offer something!
- Um ... - Vika finished the first piece of watermelon in the meantime and was about to proceed to the second. - Watermelon will you?
- Uh ... Nooo! ... That is not good! Watermelon you will not get off here!
- Are you sure?..
- I am sure, I am sure! ... Yes, and I still have to drink beer with pivas ...
- Well, okay, then let me think ...
The next few minutes passed in silence. Andrew, a little perplexed, watched his wife, pouring watermelon nectar, selflessly absorbing the second huge piece of sweet and juicy flesh of ripe berries. Surprised him and the gleam in her eyes, which she glittered when she looked at him with his sly look. But suddenly a message came to his phone, and he was distracted to read it.
Vika, meanwhile, having eaten a watermelon, took from her table a glass of her husband with unfinished beer and drained it in one gulp. Waiting, when Andrew will finish the reply SMS, got up from the chair, walked up close to him, clasped his knee with her legs and took her hand. He looked at her puzzled.
- Let's go to?!
- Where?..
- In the room, of course! I'll show you something there! ..
- What you'll show?
- You'll see ...
- But anyway?!
“What you have long wanted to see!”
- I have long wanted to see? ..
- Yeah ... But at the same time, maybe, by doing so, I will pay the debt to you! ..