From The Almond by Nedjma.
We went to the lesbians like two Siamese cats mewing their deceitful hunger. Najat opened the door in her robe. The air smelled of Chanel No. 5 and female orgasm. Saloua was in the living room, white and naked, her panties thrown ostentatiously over the arm of an easy chair.
She looked at me, amused, a little disdainful.
“It happens to us, too, sometimes to stay locked inside for three days in a row just to have a great time. But, you see, we aren't sectarian! We always welcome Driss with wide-open legs. Wine or champagne?”
“Water,” I answered.
Najat served Driss his whiskey, put down a carafe of water, a stemmed glass, and a tray with fruit in front of me.
Saloua put her panties back on, then slipped into a silk housedress. She lit a cigarette, took a gulp from her glass of red wine, and sat down to my left between Driss and me.
“Badra, you are beautiful, but you’re a dope! Dumb enough."
“What I know or do is none of your business.”
“Obviously. But you have to admit that other people may have the same feelings as you without behaving the same way.”
“I don’t want to act like other people.”
“Just because we do it for money, you think that Najat and I are monsters and whores. Being a whore does not mean you don’t love your work. You don’t love, period. I actually like men. Najat has learned to accept them. And because I love her, fucking with her is sweeter to me than getting laid by Farid el-Atrach himself.”
She was beginning to exasperate me again, in spite of my fine resolutions.
“I know you're here because of Driss.”
She was right on target, and she knew it from Driss’s silence and my clenched jaws. Najat was doing her nails and whistling.
“I am like wine, Badra! Some day you'll come here just to figure out what it is your man gets here.”
She pressed against me.
“Don’t touch me,” I said to her.
Driss stood up and looked at Tangiers through the curtains. She raised herself halfway and, traitor, held me pinned against her. With two bumps of her lower body she adjusted her genitals to meet mine and began to massage the mound in a broad and precise movement. Hazima’s memory glimmered briefly beneath my closed eyelids, like a fuse. My heart was pounding wildly. I hadn’t expected this. Aghast, I felt my genitals react. They were pulsating against Saloua’s, crazy with desire. Not understanding what was happening to me, I felt her instrument dig into me. With her heavily ringed left hand, she stifled my protestations. For a full minute, I was subject to a burning probe by her finger, which she kept rigid and triumphant inside my gaping wet vagina. I was not a virgin anymore, but I was trembling with the same rage and the same shame. In a flash, I saw Driss bend over Najat. His bulging fly was eloquent enough. My second man had abandoned me. He, too, was handing me over to ravishment, this time by anonymous hands bereft of love.
“Let go of my lover, Driss,” Saloua yelled at last, exposing the shimmering finger she had just pulled out of my body. “She’s the one I want. I’m not crazy enough to think this one is getting wet over me. Come and jump her, and let’s get it over with! Or else, I swear on Dada’s head that I'll screw her right here under your eyes. My clit is standing up, and her pussy is suckling me beneath my panties, like the mouth of a newborn. Really, my boy, your dick shouldn’t be bored frisking this one,” she declared, greedy and sardonic, licking her thieving finger.
From Driss’s open fly emerged a reddish member. A drop was shimmering at its thick crest. Stupidly, I thought for the nth time that the circumciser had left him with a fine cock. In lordly fashion, he planted himself in front of me, and, ashamed and in heat, I took him between my lips. He had taught me how to suck a cock correctly. I was getting so wet that even Judgment Day was forgotten. I was getting wet and praying to the Lord, “Please, do not watch! Please, forgive me! Please, don't forbid me to walk into Your Kingdom and pray there again! Please, deliver me from Driss! Please, tell me that You are my only God who will never abandon me! I beg You, Lord, help me leave this hell!"
To my left, Najat was shrieking as she bit the sacrilegious finger of her lover, who laughed.
"Not her! Not a woman!" Naiat shouted.
A resounding blow calmed the scorned lover's hysteria. In my mouth, Driss tasted of salt, and his penis was velvety. Loving and intoxicated, I caressed his balls, which were small and hard, contracted in obvious pleasure. He didn't utter a word, happy to watch my lips slide up and my saliva flow down the length of his shaft. Contrary to my prayers, I saw God see me and condemn the stupid suffering that only humans know how to inflict on each other. I saw Him condemn thr cruel, banish Satan from His mercy, promise him He would vanquish him, humiliate him, make him parade before the entire Creation someday so that Creation would ask forgiveness that such a creature had been able to exist, then chain him up in hell without Evil being able to either laugh or weep.
Her breasts taut, her gaze distant, Naiat let herself be opened by Saloua's ferocious fingers. Soon the entire hand took possession of the body yawning a moan of bitter desire and openly in love.
"You're nothing but a whore. My never-satisfied darling whore, Saloua crooned.
Her nose teased the clitoris that was
standing up like a small purplish flag while her hand was working the liquefied body of her mistress, whose belly I saw furrowing in successive waves of pleasure. Driss was supporting my neck while I pumped him and wondered whether he would eiaculate in my throat when he raised my head, tender, my accomplice. He murmured, "Don't stop, please. Your tongue. . .. Your lips.... Tell me you're getting wet."
Truthfully, I was flooded but refused to tell him that. Naiat was raving, her eyes rolled upward, "Now, now! Oh, love, finish me off." With a rough push, Saloua pulled her hand away Najat shrieked. Leaving my mouth dexterously and on his own authority, Driss placed himself in her mouth. Taken aback, I saw Saloua spread the buttocks of the man I loved and put her tongue in his anus. When the sperm burst forth in streams from the penis I loved into the mouth of my covetous rival, it was my turn to shriek, my sanity definitively shaken.
She looked at me, amused, a little disdainful.
“It happens to us, too, sometimes to stay locked inside for three days in a row just to have a great time. But, you see, we aren't sectarian! We always welcome Driss with wide-open legs. Wine or champagne?”
“Water,” I answered.
Najat served Driss his whiskey, put down a carafe of water, a stemmed glass, and a tray with fruit in front of me.
Saloua put her panties back on, then slipped into a silk housedress. She lit a cigarette, took a gulp from her glass of red wine, and sat down to my left between Driss and me.
“Badra, you are beautiful, but you’re a dope! Dumb enough."
“What I know or do is none of your business.”
“Obviously. But you have to admit that other people may have the same feelings as you without behaving the same way.”
“I don’t want to act like other people.”
“Just because we do it for money, you think that Najat and I are monsters and whores. Being a whore does not mean you don’t love your work. You don’t love, period. I actually like men. Najat has learned to accept them. And because I love her, fucking with her is sweeter to me than getting laid by Farid el-Atrach himself.”
She was beginning to exasperate me again, in spite of my fine resolutions.
“I know you're here because of Driss.”
She was right on target, and she knew it from Driss’s silence and my clenched jaws. Najat was doing her nails and whistling.
“I am like wine, Badra! Some day you'll come here just to figure out what it is your man gets here.”
She pressed against me.
“Don’t touch me,” I said to her.
Driss stood up and looked at Tangiers through the curtains. She raised herself halfway and, traitor, held me pinned against her. With two bumps of her lower body she adjusted her genitals to meet mine and began to massage the mound in a broad and precise movement. Hazima’s memory glimmered briefly beneath my closed eyelids, like a fuse. My heart was pounding wildly. I hadn’t expected this. Aghast, I felt my genitals react. They were pulsating against Saloua’s, crazy with desire. Not understanding what was happening to me, I felt her instrument dig into me. With her heavily ringed left hand, she stifled my protestations. For a full minute, I was subject to a burning probe by her finger, which she kept rigid and triumphant inside my gaping wet vagina. I was not a virgin anymore, but I was trembling with the same rage and the same shame. In a flash, I saw Driss bend over Najat. His bulging fly was eloquent enough. My second man had abandoned me. He, too, was handing me over to ravishment, this time by anonymous hands bereft of love.
“Let go of my lover, Driss,” Saloua yelled at last, exposing the shimmering finger she had just pulled out of my body. “She’s the one I want. I’m not crazy enough to think this one is getting wet over me. Come and jump her, and let’s get it over with! Or else, I swear on Dada’s head that I'll screw her right here under your eyes. My clit is standing up, and her pussy is suckling me beneath my panties, like the mouth of a newborn. Really, my boy, your dick shouldn’t be bored frisking this one,” she declared, greedy and sardonic, licking her thieving finger.
From Driss’s open fly emerged a reddish member. A drop was shimmering at its thick crest. Stupidly, I thought for the nth time that the circumciser had left him with a fine cock. In lordly fashion, he planted himself in front of me, and, ashamed and in heat, I took him between my lips. He had taught me how to suck a cock correctly. I was getting so wet that even Judgment Day was forgotten. I was getting wet and praying to the Lord, “Please, do not watch! Please, forgive me! Please, don't forbid me to walk into Your Kingdom and pray there again! Please, deliver me from Driss! Please, tell me that You are my only God who will never abandon me! I beg You, Lord, help me leave this hell!"
To my left, Najat was shrieking as she bit the sacrilegious finger of her lover, who laughed.
"Not her! Not a woman!" Naiat shouted.
A resounding blow calmed the scorned lover's hysteria. In my mouth, Driss tasted of salt, and his penis was velvety. Loving and intoxicated, I caressed his balls, which were small and hard, contracted in obvious pleasure. He didn't utter a word, happy to watch my lips slide up and my saliva flow down the length of his shaft. Contrary to my prayers, I saw God see me and condemn the stupid suffering that only humans know how to inflict on each other. I saw Him condemn thr cruel, banish Satan from His mercy, promise him He would vanquish him, humiliate him, make him parade before the entire Creation someday so that Creation would ask forgiveness that such a creature had been able to exist, then chain him up in hell without Evil being able to either laugh or weep.
Her breasts taut, her gaze distant, Naiat let herself be opened by Saloua's ferocious fingers. Soon the entire hand took possession of the body yawning a moan of bitter desire and openly in love.
"You're nothing but a whore. My never-satisfied darling whore, Saloua crooned.
Her nose teased the clitoris that was
standing up like a small purplish flag while her hand was working the liquefied body of her mistress, whose belly I saw furrowing in successive waves of pleasure. Driss was supporting my neck while I pumped him and wondered whether he would eiaculate in my throat when he raised my head, tender, my accomplice. He murmured, "Don't stop, please. Your tongue. . .. Your lips.... Tell me you're getting wet."
Truthfully, I was flooded but refused to tell him that. Naiat was raving, her eyes rolled upward, "Now, now! Oh, love, finish me off." With a rough push, Saloua pulled her hand away Najat shrieked. Leaving my mouth dexterously and on his own authority, Driss placed himself in her mouth. Taken aback, I saw Saloua spread the buttocks of the man I loved and put her tongue in his anus. When the sperm burst forth in streams from the penis I loved into the mouth of my covetous rival, it was my turn to shriek, my sanity definitively shaken.
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