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One of my best friends comes from Morocco. So two years ago I went there
with him to visit the country. We spent about a fortnight travelling
and then chilled out a bit at his uncle’s house.
This house is normally shared by lots of people. As you all know, in
those regions families have really close bonds. My friend’s was no
exception. In fact there were about 15 people packed in this three story
house. It was a nice building located at the outskirts of Rabat, with a
store that sold spices at street level and two more floors above.
Given this, lots of us had to sl**p on the couch. Actually it was not as
bad as it seems: the typical house in Morocco has the living room
surrounded by this high and comfortable sofas. So we were not cramped.
Among all those who frequented the house, I had made friends with one
woman in particular. Her name was Kebira. She was the uncle’s wife.
She was an average height woman, with a slim body, a nice firm ass and a
set of tits able to made her loose dress bulge a little. But, mainly,
she always smiled at me. It was nice, since all other women were very
afraid of dealing with me, because in such a narrow-minded culture it’s
not acceptable for them to deal with males outside the f****y.
One night, I was sl**ping with all the others as usual when I suddenly
was awoken by hands shaking me. Still drowsy, I opened my eyes and
looked around to understand what was going on. I managed to notice that
all the others were still sound asl**p before one finger was placed on
my mouth to prevent me from making any noise.
I tried to focus on the person who had woke me up, but it was hard,
because I usually wear glasses and they laid on the table beside the
couch. So I reached out an hand and put my glasses on. Finally I was
able to see Kebira. Even though it was very late, she still wore her
hijab and dress, as if she had not gone to bed at all. Both her hands
and eyes were shaky.
Since she didn’t speak my language and I didn’t know a single word in
Arabic, she gestured me to follow her. Even though I felt uneasy with
the whole situation, I stood up as silently as I could and went with
her. She led me to the staircase and headed downstairs.
I was still half asl**p and this helped to make the situation even more
surreal then it was. The pinnacle was reached when she opened the door
of the spices store stock room and all those smells inebriated me.
Lost as I was, I stopped in my track and Kebira pulled my arm. Once
inside the stock room she closed the door and turned on the light. It
was just a bulb, hanging from the ceiling and it spread around just an
halo of trembling light. I looked at the woman, hoping for some
explanation but she simply pushed me against one of the shelves and
started to kiss me.
My eyes went wild for the shock. I felt the top of her breasts pressing
against my chest and spreading some heat. The silk of her hijab caressed
my skin. Somehow this kiss felt odd. Not only because of the situation,
but mainly because, even though she tried to act as if she were
passionate and lustful, her eyes, lips and hands trembled. I was not
sure if this was due to the fear of being caught, the emotion for
kissing me, the uncertainty of my reaction or what…but for sure
something was not right.
When I finally regained control of myself, I pushed Kebira away from me,
with a slight bit of f***e but trying not to be rude. The moment our
lips parted, her eyes averted from mine. She did say something in
Arabic, which I didn’t get. I stood still for some instants then headed
out of the room.
She grabbed my arm and stopped me almost immediately. After saying
something else, she gestured the far corner of the stock room. I
followed her forefinger and, to my great surprise, I saw, half hidden in
the shadow casted by the unsteady light, an old man. I had to focus my
eyes more to distinguish the feature of Kebira’s husband.
I was literally astonished. But, finally, I could now understand what
was going on. Now, the behavior of the woman and even her uncertainty
made sense: it was not by her own will that she had tried to seduce me,
but to satisfy her husband’s voyeuristic fantasies.
This guess of mine was confirmed when the old, wrinkled man stood up and
came into the light. He was wearing only a bathrobe, underneath which
it was easy to spot a bulging erection. He had a fairy big belly and
some grey chest hair was visible. I wondered how a nice young lady like
Kebira came to marry such a man. He indicated with his hands Kebira,
trying to say me to go closer to her and continue the show. But I didn’t
move. Noticing my hesitation, he got near Kebira and unlatched her robe
from the back. It immediately fell to the ground, letting the woman
completely naked in front of me. Her breasts were big, just as the
outlines of her dresses let guess, her legs were smooth and slender.
They led to a perfectly shaven pussy. She had what they call a camel
toe: actually just the outer labia were visible.
The man made Kebira turn around, so that I could appreciate the nice,
round firm ass of his wife. He even spanked her hard, to let me know
that she had no fat there. Then he made the young woman face me once
more and pushed her toward me.
I can’t deny that I felt a twitch in my pants thanks to that show. I’ve
never been attracted by dark-skinned woman in general, but Kebira, I had
to admit, was a really fine piece of tail! Her amber skin radiated
under that dim light and her boobs swung just too tantalizingly. It took
just one moment to make up my mind. Afterwards I’d have to ask myself
if it was because I was still asl**p or inebriated by those scents that I
did what I did, but…when Kebira kissed me again, I responded.
I placed my hands on her back and enjoyed the feeling of her tongue
battling with mine. Her lips were full and hot. Her skin burned like the
sunlight of her land. I caressed her, letting my hands travel, one to
her butt and the other to the tits.
I fondled and groped her. I felt that her nipples responded to my touch
and get erect, so I pinched one of them, making her moan into my mouth.
Behind us, her husband nodded, satisfied, and went back to his chair.
Then barked something. Immediately, she broke our kiss and started
dancing sensually to an inaudible music, rubbing her body against mine
Her hard nipples dragged across me and felt really great. Even her ass
grinding at my erection was something very arousing.
While dancing, Kebira lifted the white shirt I used as pj’s and kissed
my young, shaven chest. Then moved up my neck, biting my ear slightly
before tracing my outlines back down, to my pubes. There, she pulled at
the briefs I had on and freed my dick, which sprung out, already hard.
Her face could not hide a smile and, looking over at the wrinkled cock
surrounded by grey, greasy hair of her husband, I could understand why.
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Kebira took hold of my erection and started jerking it. Her touch was
delicate and skilled. With her free hand, she fondled my balls so that
precum oozed out, making the cock-head glisten. Even though she was
trying her best to act sexily, it was clear to me that Kebira was not
very happy to do such a thing. In fact, she looked at me, hesitantly.
She knew perfectly how to proceed, but I suppose she felt dirty doing
that with a stranger and in front of her husband.
I tried to smile, making her feel at ease. But it was her husband,
yelling something from the shadow to push her to engulf her mouth with
my dick.
When her mouth touched my throbbing erection, I moaned immediately!! She
felt SOOO good!!! Her full lips remained pursed, but still somehow
gentle. The inside of her mouth was hot like fire, but the tongue that
swirled around my glans was cooler and made me shiver with every flick.
The fact that she was still wearing her hijab enhanced even more the
erotic aura of the act. A wisp of raven black hair had escaped from the
constraint of the silk and was now bouncing rhythmically while her head
slipped up and down my dick. She had one hand at the base of my cock and
the other went on fondling my nuts. She did eventually begin jerking
me, on occasion.
Seeing her knelt between my legs, bobbing up and down, with her tits
bouncing in unison and her thighs spread apart so that I could see the
notch of her cunt, while she looked with scary eyes at me, it’s
something I won’t forget ‘til death.
Sensing I was about to cum, I placed one hand on her forehead and held
her back, panting due to the strain of holding back my orgasm.
Once it had subsided I placed my dick between her tits and started to
slide it up and down. Immediately she played along, placing her hands on
her boobs and pressing them together so that they formed a tight
channel around my prick.
“Ohhh…” I groaned.
Kebira didn’t say a word, but looked back to see if this pleased her
husband. From the low, grunting noises he made while stroking his cock, I
could bet he was enjoying the show!
The flesh of Kebira’s tits around my dick felt great. Seeing them so
closely, I could tell that her tits were around a 34 full C cup. Maybe a
small D. They were not perky, but very soft. Anyhow, they were not
saggy at all and had small dark areolas with hard, protruding nipples.
It was a great sight looking down her cleavage, from where my cock
rhythmically jumped out. While I titfucked her, I caressed Kebira’s face
staring directly into her deep, dark eyes. Her gentle face framed by
her hijab was so erotic: it was a symbol of innocence…her lost
innocence, since I was about to fuck her like a whore in front of her
cuckold husband! That religious piece of clothing was turning me on like
few things had done before: it was like committing a forbidden taboo.
At that point, I wanted her pussy so bad. So I lifted her up and
indicated a desk that was placed right below the bulb. She understood
and set down. I got closer, looked at the old man and grinned. Kebira
unease was well displayed by the fact that she sat upright and held her
legs tight shut. I placed my hands underneath her knees and lifted her
up, so that she laid down on the deck. Then f***ed her legs apart. I
took a close up look at her wonderful pussy. As I was moving her thighs
open, that beautiful flower hidden there bloomed open. I can still see
now before my eyes her lips parting, revealing the soft pink skin whose
color was enhanced by the amber complexion.
When Kebira’s legs were finally spread, I slid a finger along her slit.
Once again I had proof that she was unwilling to do this, since she was
dry.
“You’re not wet, are you? – I said to her in my own language, so that
she could not understand – I bet we have to do something about this.
Just relax…I saw it before in your eyes that you want something more
that old wanker over there!! I’ll promise that this will be much better
than your usual fucks!”
As I spoke, I leaned forward to kiss, lick and suck her tits. Meanwhile I
also stimulated her clit with my fingers, probing her vagina from time
to time. After some moments I felt moisture wetting my forefinger. I
looked up at her and smiled. She averted her gaze, embarrassed. I
retreated my finger, held it up in the light so that the husband could
see it and then sucked on it, watching the old man who licked his lips.
Then I resumed my stimulation. Kebira was moving her head back and forth
while I explored her whole body with my tongue, trying hard not to make
a sound. I tickled her everywhere: neck, arms, feet, hips, belly, tits…
But she lost her composure only when I aimed for her pussy. I had just
traced the inside of her thighs, when I continued my motion licking the
outer parts of her vulva: mound, big labia, that tasty pink indent
between outer lips and inner ones, small labia. She just panted
throughout the whole process. But a soft moan escaped when my tongue
entered her now well lubed pussy, swirling inside it and lapping out all
the juices it could collect.
“Ohhhh…ahhhh….ohhhh…” was the words she spoke, lauder and lauder as I
kept on eating her out. She tasted delicious: strong and a little
bitter, just as I like it. Just as if she had recently had her period!
Her tone raised even more when my thumb attacked her clit. This one was
very sensitive indeed. Every time I touched it, she trembled, arched her
back and groaned loud. I switched places: my tongue took care of her
clit and my fingers explored the insides of her wombs. I gyrated my
wrist so that no angle was left untouched. I even arched my fingers up
and down as I slid in and out. My mouth did not spare itself too: I
sucked, licked, bit, pulled, nipped her clit till she was actually
screaming in pleasure. Her hands held on tight to the desk. Her eyes
were closed, the head leant back. Her boobs bounced every time she
bucked her hips, shaken with jolts of pleasure.
Finally her legs wrapped around my head, her hands flew to her tits and
she collapsed on her back, while her climax hit her in waves that f***ed
her whole body to tremble violently. Gushes of juices erupted from her
vagina and I drank them all greedily.
“Ohhh….uhh…OHHHH….AHHHHH…YALLAH…AHHHHHH!!!” were the things she shouted.
When finally her orgasm subsided, she laid there, panting. I watched
from between her legs her boobs lift and fall as she tried to catch her
breath. It was a glorious sight! The strong scent of her juices filled
my nostrils and her savor still was inside my mouth. It was all so
arousing that my cock actually was throbbing with anticipation. So I
stood up from the kneeling position I was in and lined my dick with her
vagina. Before sticking it in, I slid it along her slit a few times, to
lube it and rub her sensitive clit some more. Kebira’s senses were
heightened by her recent climax, so she shook even more violently when I
touched her knob. Anyhow I noticed something different in her. She held
the eyes wide open, fixed on mine. And they were full of lust. I bet
her husband never made her cum, neither did he care to… I could guess
that my youth, my manners and my decent appearance was enough to loosen
her up.
“Do you want it? Uhm? Want it inside your soaked, little, tight Arabic
pussy? – I teased her, while I still rubbed my dick on her clit – It
seems you’re having what you looked for… - I joked to her husband, who
had stood up to have a better view – Ask for it, Kebira! I wanna hear
you beg me in Arabic to fuck you!!”
I don’t know if she understood from the situation what I was saying, but
she did replied something. Maybe it was a plea, maybe some request…I
couldn’t tell. I let myself believe that she did beg me to fuck her so I
told:
“You want it that bad?? Very well…then here you go!!”
I stuck my cock inside her pussy. She was so damp that I could slide in
to the base with one single movement. My balls hit her ass and a sound
of flesh colliding and juice splashing came when our hips met.
“Arghhh….” I screamed, overwhelmed by the strong sensations her pussy
was sending through my dick. “You’re soooo tight! I’d have never
imagined that you’d be so tight even after the orgasm you had! Your
pussy feels like a leather glow around my cock. You’re milking me. It
will be hard not to cum straight away…but I wanna screw you for a long
time, so I’ll try my best!”
As I spoke, I started thrusting with my hips. At first I had to control
myself, because I was not lying when I said that it would be difficult
to hold my orgasm back. So I pounded her with long, hard strokes. My
dick came out almost all the way, before I slammed it back in. Every
time I hit the tip of her wombs and she emitted low grunts of
appreciation. Soon enough her legs were sealed around my hips, dictating
the speed. And she wanted me to go faster. Which I accomplished with
pleasure. I increased my pace. At first the movements were a bit
frantic, but then I stabilized on a quick rhythm.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh….Ohhhhhhhhhhh….Ahhhhhhhhhhh”
She continued to moan, grunt and scream. It was now a continuous sound
that came from her mouth. Her hands were madly fondling the breasts,
pinching and pulling her nipples. It was wonderful to see those boobs
bounce up and down, when I slammed my dick into her frail body.
“Do you like it, slut? I knew you would have liked it! You wanna feel it
hard and rough, just like the bitch you are. – I trash-talked to her,
knowing she could not understand – Look at your husband… – I motioned
with my head toward the old man and she turned her head – He’s all hard
and horny seeing how slutty you’re behaving. Look at his wrinkled cock.
He’s pumping it fast. I can tell he’s on the verge of cumming, but he
knows he has to restrain himself because the show is not over yet.”
As I spoke, I felt Kebira shudder underneath me. I couldn’t believe that
she was cumming again this soon. But she was. Jolts of pleasure were
waving up and down her spine, letting her spill more juice on my already
drenched cock. All she spoke was a low rattle, which became an hiss as
the orgasm subsided.
She raised herself and let her tits press against my bare chest, gazed
intently into my eyes with her dark pupils and kissed me. While our
tongues battled, her legs released my hips and she jumped down from the
desk, with my cock buried deep in her wombs. Pinned as she was, given
that I was higher than her, she had to stand on tiptoes. She f***ed me
to spin, so that my butt was on the edge of the desk. Then she took out
my dick from her vagina, stepped back, bent over to suck on it and
turned around. Till this last action, she never lost eye contact with
me. Then she lined my iron-hard prick with her vagina and pushed back
her hips.
In one movement she had my cock stuffed again in her wombs. I let out a
sigh, always trying to delay my orgasm. She looked back, satisfied that
she was teasing me. And actually a sensual smile was painted on her
face. That lustful smile framed by her hijab was something that got me
even more horny, if possible. Moreover, some other wisps of raven black
hair had escaped the veil and bounced sensually around her face as she
started to buck her hips.
Suddenly I felt a movement behind me. Soon enough, the old husband
appeared on my right. Now he had removed the bathrobe and was jerking
his cock fast. I could see drops of sweat on his hairy chest and around
his forehead. He was also muttering something. Kebira turned her face
toward him, but he didn’t seem to notice. Obviously she did understand
what he said under his breath. By the look on her face it was some kind
of dirty talking she did not like.
I don’t know if she was asked to, or if she did it to respond to those
words, but she increased the pace with which she thrust her hips. This
f***ed the both of us to moan.
“Holy shit!!! – I cursed – If you go on like this, baby, you’ll make me
cum in no time. You gotta be clenching your pussy muscles to be THAT
tight. You squeeze me too much!!!”
To avert my mind from the overwhelming pleasure she was giving me, I
reached out with my hands and grabbed one of those big, soft titties.
With the other I hold onto her hijab, as if it was a rein. I pulled and
she had to bend her head backwards. Her mouth fell open as I began to
meet her humps with thrusts of my own. Our hips were literally slamming
by that time. Her husband was more excited than ever. He walked around
us, continuing his muttering. Kebira didn’t care about him anymore. She
was just panting, moaning and grunting while trying to catch up with my
frenzied pace.
I pushed her away just a moment before I cummed. She lost her balance
and fell onto the ground. I grabbed my dick and squeezed hard to
constrain my spunk. Eventually I did it. She was down on the floor, over
a mat that covered it and was looking over at me with lust. She was
also grinning. I didn’t need for her to speak to understand that she was
self-satisfied to have me brought to the verge of cumming and that she
was also glad I have not, so that we could go on some more.
My guess was confirmed when she got on all fours, bent over and stuck
her ass into the air, wiggling it to invite me to hurry and fuck her. I
needed no further encouragement: I got behind her, ready to stuff my
dick back in. But her husband dropped to his knees too. I was so
surprised that I stopped. For the first time, he touched his wife,
spreading her ass before me. Her asshole was now stretched and in full
view. With his head he gestured toward her asshole, trying to tell me he
wanted to see his wife’s ass fucked. I think my face showed an
awestruck expression because he made more frantic gestures to make me
understand.
Meanwhile, Kebira had turned back and got the whole situation. She did
say something harsh to him, who barked something else back. They
discussed for about two minutes, which I used to make up my mind. I had
never assfucked a girl before, but always wanted to. Moreover, doing it
with a girl who still showed the religious symbol of the hijab was
arousing beyond belief. So I resolved that, if Kebira agreed, I’d have
gone with it.
On the woman’s face I could see again the shyness she felt at the
beginning. And also the refusal before such an act, but also the total
submission to her husband’s will. In fact, she sighted and nodded. Now
that they were done discussing, the man resumed to beg me silently to
fuck his wife’s ass. He stopped only when I grinned and placed my
dickhead at the entrance of her butt. Happy he crawled back a little,
stroking his cock. Both he and Kebira looked at me. The woman showed the
signs of fear and disgust on her face. I cannot lie: I liked both of
her expressions. And I loved the submission in her eyes even more.
I leaned forward and whispered into her ear: “Don’t worry…I’ll fuck you so well that you’ll end up liking it!”
Even though she did not get what I said, I felt her relaxing. Maybe it
was my tone. Feeling that it was the right moment, I started to push. My
dick had never been that hard before. Just the idea of ripping that ass
apart was causing my erection to be almost painful.
“Arghhhhh…” Kebira cried out, as I went past her unbelievably tight sphincter.
Luckily my cock was lubed with her juiced, otherwise the friction would
have been too much, as tight as she was. She wiggled and trembled as I
kept pushing. Further and further my prick went into her rectum. But it
was an hard fit. I was sweating from the effort it cost me and she was
screaming in pain. I could see tears filling her eyes. When I finally
stuck myself all the way in and my balls slammed against her ass, she
bucked her head backwards and yelled:
“AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”
I stayed in position for about a minute, so that she could accommodate
to my presence. Then I started to pump, up and down. To support myself, I
grabbed one of her tits. To ease her pain, I played with her nipple,
while the other hand stimulated her clit.
At first she continued to cry in discomfort. But then the screams turned
to grunts. I could hear in those a mix of pain and pleasure. Her
asshole was now stretched and relaxed. I looked down while my hard rod
was entering her. It was unbelievable that her sphincter could actually
stretch that much. It chocked my cock as if trying to cut it off. It
felt amazing. I’d have never thought that anal fucking could be so
intense.
After several minutes of long thrusts, I noticed that Kebira was moving
her ass to match my own movements. So I felt that it was right to put
some more effort in it. Moreover, the slow pace has let my approaching
orgasm subside. Therefore I was more than ready for another hard-fucking
session. So I started to pound her more f***efully. I simply loved the
“Argh!!”, “Ohi!!!”, “Auch!!!” she made to suppress the pain every time I
hit the bottom. Anyhow, now she was also liking it, as I could tell
from the moisture wetting my fingers as I fooled around with her pussy.
Soon enough, not only I was pushing with all my might, but also picking
up speed. Now Kebira was moaning. And they were without a doubt moans of
pleasure. In and out my cock kept going. My balls ached for the delayed
orgasm, but I didn’t want the intense pleasure to stop. So I just
rolled on.
After a while, Kebira fell under my thrusts. Her knees became too weak
to sustain my pounding, so she collapsed to the ground. Now she was
laying on her bally. The entire weight of her body pressed on her tits,
one of which was cupped in my hand and seemed to explode under the
pressure and the constraint. I didn’t stop to assfuck her, not even for a
second. I kept pushing and pulling my hard shaft till she trembled,
quivered and shouted.
A third orgasm hit her. The old man approached, surprised of how slutty
his wife was. I could see that his balls too were contracted for the
effort not to blast their load. He was still muttering and I didn’t need
to know Arabic to understand that he was speaking dirty incitements to
his wife to be even sluttier. Kebira rested, panting, on the floor, as I
moved slowly in and out of her ass. When she was still there, I pulled
out and stuck my cock into her vagina once more. She was surprised, but
liked the change. Her pussy was soaking wet and sounds came when I
fucked her. She simply laid there, enjoying the ride.
After some more minutes, she turned and gestured me to stop. I did and
she took my member out of her wombs. The man said something and Kebira
replied something else back, disgusted. Anyhow, with a sad look on her
face, accomplished his wish and bent over to suck my dick.
“Do you like how my cock tastes coated in your pussy juices and your ass flavor?” I asked.
She looked at me without a hint of what I was saying. But she did lick my prick good.
Then she laid on the floor, legs wide spread. She held them so apart
that her pussy gaped. I could see perfectly her hole. I had no doubt
about what it meant. I jumped on her and, after putting my hard rod in, I
began pounding as f***efully as I could with my remaining stamina. It
was no long after that I felt my climax approach.
“Ohhhh…my god…KEBIRA…I’M GONNA CUM…KEBIRA!!! I’M ABOUT TO SHOOT MY LOAD!!! UGHHHH!!!” I shouted.
The man said something in a hurry. The woman did not even turn an hair, but probably complied because he smiled.
If I’m right about this, he asked her to let me cum inside her, because
she locked her legs around my waist and f***ed me into her as far as she
could. This seemed something she obeyed to willingly, after all…
Once I was there, we both shouted. She had the forth climax of the night
and the grip of her vagina on my cock, as it contracted because of the
orgasm, was too much for me to bear. I exploded into her, blasting my
load. My nuts ached when they finally could release their seed and plant
it into Kebira’s wombs. We both shuddered, shook and quivered. After
the first spurts were deposit into her pussy I collapsed onto her, even
though I was still cumming. The heat emanating from her tits was
fantastic. Soon her lips sealed with mine and our moans became one. When
the last waves of my orgasm had gone through my body, our lips parted.
She was smiling and her eyes were still filled with desire. I lifted
myself and pulled out my dick. A long stream of spunk oozed out of her
well used pussy. I had really filled her up to the brim.
Suddenly the husband bent forward and put his mouth on her pussy,
drinking my sperm out of her wife’s vagina. At that moment, he looked to
me so pathetic. Not because he was eating my seed, neither because he
was a cuckold. It was the frantic way he moved, the muttering, the
sweat, his whole uncured body, those greasy pubic hair that made him
pathetic. It was pathetic how he was so keen on giving up his wife to a
stranger instead of satisfying her himself.
But I did say nothing. I just stared at him, like his wife was doing. To
her eyes all this was not pathetic, but gross. Disgust was painted
across her face. But she too did say nothing. We both witnessed the
downfall of a man in silence.
The old man’s hand was jerking furiously his wrinkled cock and, when he
was done eating, he spurted all his seed onto his wife’s belly. She
closed her eyes as the hot sperm landed. Finally he was done and
collapsed to the floor. Kebira opened her eyes and gazed into mine, as
if she was trying to apologize for that show. Then her gaze focused on
my pubes.
Without me even noticing, my cock was still semi-hard. She asked me to
get closer with a gesture of her finger and I did. She took my spunk-
and juice-coated dick into her mouth and worked with her tongue all over
it. I shuddered while waves of painful pleasure went through me. Then,
finally, I came again. It was just a few drops but I deposited them into
Kebira’s mouth. She looked up at me, grinning while she still had my
manhood in her mouth. She flicked and swirled with her tongue till the
very last droplet was milked from my balls and I was screaming out in
pain, then she let me go. I felt my knees tremble under the shudders of
the expelled orgasm, lost my balance and fell to the ground.
Kebira giggled then opened her mouth to let me see my cum into it,
closed again and swallowed, opening it again to prove that she had
really done it.
We gazed into each other eyes for what seemed a long time. The lust and
the desire not for me, but for a better, more free life were radiating
from her. I felt sorry for her and yet the way she was subdued aroused
me. Our expression said what words could not. Then her husband spoke. It
must have been some kind of joke because he grinned, but she didn’t. On
the contrary, her eyes swelled with tears and started crying, obviously
feeling again as dirty as she felt at the beginning.
I don’t know what he told her. Maybe he just stated that she was a slut
or something. Anyhow, I felt that it was not wise to stay there anymore.
So I stood up, picked my clothes, caressed Kebira one last time and
left.
The day after, I asked myself if I had only dreamt that. But the way
Kebira looked at me told otherwise. It was a mix of guilt and lust.
I left the country two days later and never returned, but that night is
burned into my mind as one of the most intriguing I’ve ever had…and,
probably, will have.
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Posted on : Sep 18, 2014
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