The Sultan's Wives Ch. 02

Alice watched her companions over the rim of her glass and she drank, sipping slowly but constantly to give herself time to think about everything that had just happened. In a span of less than an hour, she had experienced more sexual pleasure than she had previously in her whole life. Idil and Aisha were laughing and chatting together as if this were perfectly normal day, as if they weren't all sitting there in various states of nudity.

Aisha turned her attention back to Alice.

"How does that sound?" She asked.

"What?"

Alice had been too busy organizing her dazed thoughts to listen to what Aisha and Idil had been saying.

"Idil asked if you want us to show you some things you could do with your husband. So that you can climax with him too."

Alice took another thoughtful sip. Really she couldn't imagine doing what she had just done with Philip—the almost inhuman moans of pleasure that came out unbidden, writhing and opening her legs and exposing her most secret place. But, she had enjoyed watching and receiving instructions from Aisha and Idil, and Alice could still feel a glow of pleasure in her nether regions, a heat waiting to be stoked up into a full blaze again.

Alice nodded eagerly, and Aisha clapped her hands together.

"I'll go get it!" She announced.

Alice didn't have a chance to inquire what 'it' was, as Idil approached her, smiling and casting her eyes about shyly. Still, she wasn't too shy to reach out and run her finger around the seam of Alice's areola, or to press their mouths together. Alice was surprised, but pleasantly so, as their kiss deepened and Idil slipped her tongue in between Alice's lips, exploring her mouth.

They broke the kiss when Aisha returned, and Alice raised her eyebrows, chuckling nervously at what she saw.

Aisha had taken off her loose fitting trousers and was buckling on what looked like a belt, which ran between her legs as well as around her waist. Attached just over Aisha's mound was a glossy, straight replica of a phallus. Ridges ran down it from midshaft to the bulbous head, which curved slightly upwards. Alice realized her mouth was hanging open.

"Do you like it?" Aisha asked, stroking it as if she were a man, "it's tortoiseshell. It was a gift from the sultan."

"It's—very nice," Alice stuttered.

Idil was urging her to lean forwards so that she could slip the rest of Alice's dress off, and doing so put her closer to the jutting dildo.

"Have you even pleasured a man with your mouth before?" Aisha asked.

Alice shook her head no. She didn't even know that was an option.

"English people are so funny! Come, I'll show you. You can surprise your husband later."

Aisha beckoned her and Alice crawled forward, her eyes never leaving the imposing bulk of the thick phallus. Aisha gripped it in her hand and stroked it down the side of Alice's face before bringing it to rest on her lips.

"Open," she urged, and Alice obeyed, shocked but curious to see where this was going.

Aisha thrusted her hips forward a bit, urging the tip of the dildo into Alice's mouth.

"Suck on it," she said, and Alice tried to, unsure whether she should hold her head in place or try to take more in.

"Is your mouth dry?" Aisha asked considerately.

Alice nodded, finding it was—her own anticipation had made her nervous. Aisha took a handful of her hair and pulled Alice's head back, leaning over her face.

"Stick your tongue out," she instructed, and Alice immediately opened her mouth and did so—something about Aisha made Alice not just trust her, but want to please. She was surprised, but not disgusted or insulted when Aisha leaned forward and spit in Alice's mouth. Alice kept her mouth open, taking in the sweetness of Aisha's saliva as it rolled down her tongue.

"Good," the other woman said, inserting the dildo again.

This time it went in more smoothly. Still holding on to Alice's hair, Asha pushed it in deeper, about halfway this time. Alice could feel the ridges pass over her tongue and the tilted head press her soft palate, immediately making her gag. Still, it wasn't an unpleasant sensation, and she felt the tingling between her legs again.

"Gagging is fine—men like that, I think. And it makes your mouth wetter," Aisha commented, thrusting her hips a little more and pushing farther towards the back of Alice's throat.

Suddenly Aisha removed the thick dildo from Alice's mouth, and to her surprise she felt almost disappointed. Aisha turned to Idil.

"I have an idea—come and show Alice how to do it."

Idil, who up til now had been watching, eagerly fell on her knees in front of her fellow wife. Alice watched as she took the dildo in one hand and ran her tongue slowly up its underside before taking it in her mouth.

Idil gazed up into Aisha's eyes as she plunged her head down, the entire cock disappearing into the moist darkness of her mouth. Her lips, full and pink, pursed tightly around the glossy shaft and Alice watched as the other woman's throat bulged as she took the dildo as deeply down her throat as she could.

Aisha smiled, and groaned softly.

"You're so good at this," she almost whispered, making Idil smile around the cock.

Alice found herself feeling almost jealous. She wanted Aisha's praise, and if it took choking on a hard tortoiseshell cock, she would do it.

Idil bobbed her head up and down the phallus several more times before Aisha gripped the base and removed it from her mouth, a long strand of saliva running from the tip of the cock to Idil's lips.

"Are you ready to try again?" Aisha asked.

The dildo was shining with Idil's spit as Alice took it into her mouth again. The saliva made it easier to take, and she sucked it halfway down the shaft, forcing a little of the head into the back of her throat. Alice withdrew it to the tip and then plunged down again, trying to force more of the cock into her throat.

She felt Idil's hands behind her, rubbing her shoulders. Then, gently, the other woman began to push her down more, forcing her throat to take more of the hard column. Suddenly she felt a gentle slap on her cheek.

"Look in my eyes while you do it," Aisha directed, "good. Take more. Take it all."

Aisha's eyelids were heavy with what looked like pleasure as she watched Alice take the dildo down her throat. It spurred Alice on, this unconcealed lust. She found she wanted to be the object of Aisha's desire, she wanted to impress her and make her pleased. Tears sprang into Alice's eyes as she forced her head down more, feeling her throat achingly expand.

"Keep going," Aisha directed breathlessly, "more. Swallow it until your nose touches me."

Suddenly, something in Alice's throat gave, and she felt the rest of the cock slip into her throat, eagerly pushing her face forwards until her nose rested at the meeting of Aisha's pubic hair and the skin of her torso. Alice's pussy ached to be touched, so much so that she would have asked for it if her mouth wasn't full. She felt her head growing light as Aisha pulsed her hips, thrusting back and forth in Alice's throat with such small motions that Alice never got a chance to draw breath. It occurred to her then, to wonder if it would feel the same to do this to a real cock—if it would be as firm, as straight? But the thought fled suddenly when she felt a gentle hand on her rear: Idil, who began to massage and rub Alice's buttocks and thighs.

As Alice continued sucking, Idil's hands began to roam, stroking from Alice's lower back down to her mound. Alice groaned, pushing into Idil's hand while trying to keep her mind on swallowing down the tortoiseshell cock. Alice looked up into Aisha's face and saw the other woman was moaning softly, her head thrust back. Impetusouly, Alice lifted a hand up and felt the cleft between Aisha's legs. She found it slick with her arousal, and Alice found her mind casting back to how Aisha had buried her head between Idil's thighs and wondering how she would taste.

Alice herself was slippery with desire and felt Idil's fingers easily slip inside, reaching far up into her and massaging Alice inside and out, pushing against her nub of pleasure until she screamed around the cock. Suddenly, Alice couldn't resist any more: she pulled free and dipped her head underneath to get at Aisha's warm center, ducking beneath the dildo. Aisha cried out as Alice tasted her, licking up and down her slit and sinking her tongue in until she found the spot that made Aisha scream. Then Alice pressed and swirled with her tongue, writhing it into the other woman's cunt until she could feel her legs trembling.

There was the sound of unbuckling and Aisha cast off the harness and dildo, dropping to the ground, unable to stand any longer, and Alice followed her in her descent, keeping her head in between Aisha's bronze legs. At the same moment, a sudden new sensation recalled Alice's awareness to her own body. Her fingers slick with Alice's arousal, Idil was stroking around Alice's second hole, a place she had never dreamed of anyone else touching. Idil began to press a finger slowly inside her, to Alice's shock, but although the sensation was startling and she was embarrassed to think of Idil touching her there, it was not an unpleasant feeling.

Aisha was arching up into Alice's mouth as Idil sank her fingers into her rear entrance, Alcie groaning into Aisha's pussy as Idil pushed a second finger in.

"Oh, that is Idil's specialty," Aisha observed breathily, as she pushed Alice's head into her sex, "keep licking me like that."

Alice wanted to keep her head between Aisha's thighs forever. Her tangy sweet taste, her scent of musk and ambergris, the silken feeling of her ripe flesh against Alice's tongue—she wanted it to go on forever. She was so intent on Aisha's pleasure, she never noticed when Idil took the harness and put it on. She felt something like oil dribble down the cleft of her buttocks, and then Idil rubbing it in. As Aisha writhed under Alice's busy tongue and gave her final screams of ecstasy, Alice felt the hard bulbous tip of the dildo pressing into her ass. Still, she kept busy between Aisha's legs until the other woman pushed her away, gasping and overstimulated.

Idil was rubbing and massaging Alice's rear and hips, rocking slowly back and forth, working the shaft in. Alice looked back over her shoulder and found herself entranced and aroused, gazing down at the thick rod disappearing between her buttocks. Idil reached between her legs and began to strum Alice's clit and she found herself rocking, impaling herself on the cock. Something burned and stretched inside her, but she found she wanted to watch it disappear, wanted the challenge of taking the whole thing up her ass.

Aisha stirred from where she was panting and trembling on the ground in the aftershocks of her orgasm and slowly sat up, scooting towards the two other women. Idil smiled at Alice's moaning as she eased the rest of the dildo in, her hips coming to rest against Alice's ass, as she reached around and grabbed both her breasts, using her grip to maneuver Alice upright so that the were both up on their knees. Then, Idil began to thrust, driving the dildo in and out of Alice's ass with greater force, sending shocks of both pleasure and pain radiating from her asshole and into her pussy.

Alice felt Aisha's hand and looked down as the other woman went down on all fours and began to lap eagerly between Alice's legs. The stimulating combined with Idil's firm strokes into her rear was too much, and Alice began to climax. At that moment, Aisha pushed two of her fingers inside Alice's pussy, and the sensation of being so deeply filled up her cunt and asshole made Alice scream out in pleasure as she came over Aisha's mouth and fingers.

Idil pushed her forwards onto all fours and took hold of her hips, giving three more mighty thrusts up her back passage as she moaned and came as well. It was all Alice could do not to collapse on top of Aisha as she lowered to the ground, barely able to feel her legs through the overpowering sensation of her orgasm. She found herself crying out again as Idil withdrew the cock completely from her ass a final time, and Aisha pulled her fingers out with a smug smile, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

Both the other women laid down on either side of her, and they lay like that as the hearts and breathing began to return to normal. Alice gazed up at the sky, her pussy throbbing and her ass tingling and stretched, and tried to adjust to what she had just experienced, tried to reconcile it with the person who had come into this palace only hours before. Something had changed within her—already she wanted more, more, to taste more flesh and to feel the slip of skin on skin, to explore all the secret parts of another body with her fingers and tongue, to feel her orifices stretched to accommodate new shapes and girth, to hear a lover's cries of pleasure again and again. Strangely enough, she had always felt shame after copulating with her husband, but after performing acts she had never even dreamed of before with Idil and Aisha, she felt perfectly at ease.

Alice turned to look at Idil. Her eyes were closed and she was sleeping soundly. When she looked towards Aisha, the other woman smiled conspiratorially before scooching closer and snuggling her head under Alice's chin. Alice smiled, and put an arm around Aisha, before closing her eyes as well.