by Relm Jayne
“If it will make you happy,” he groaned and then fell to his knees before them, their futa-dicks bobbing before his face.
To his right, he had his first wife's cock. Djamila's twitched and throbbed, the tip beading with precum, demanding to be serviced. He grasped her dick in his hand, feeling its warmth. Of course, he had masturbated. He'd enjoyed fisting up and down his shaft, often watching illegal, Western porn.
It was different holding his wife's cock.
Not because it was thicker, but because he wanted to please her. Even though his own prick was aching in his jeans, he just wanted to make his wives happy. He licked his lips and leaned in, lapping up the drop of precum on the tip of her cock without hesitating.
He tasted that flavor like one of the whores in a porno. Only he was a man. A man-whore for his wives' dicks.
He groaned and then grasped his second wife's cock in his left hand. He gripped Husni tight, fisting up and down her girth. She moaned, her large tits swaying as she stared down at him. A large grin crossed her face.
“Ooh, you're so eager to please us, husband,” she said.
“Isn't that a husband's duty?” he asked, his strokes squeezing a large drop of precum out of the slit at the tip of her girl-dick. “To make his wives happy. To love them.”
This two wives exchanged surprised, though pleased, looks. “I like your change of attitude, husband,” Husni said. “If you were this appreciative, I wouldn't have cheated on you in Germany.”
“Yes, she found this hot guy,” moaned Djamila. “I thought she was sinful, but now I wish I'd fucked him, too. He sounds amazing.”
“Not as amazing as your cock, sister-wife,” moaned Husni, taking Djamila's hand.
They weren't actually sisters except through marriage to him.
“I'm sorry I didn't please you,” he said. “I'll make sure you don't have to enjoy other men.”
“But if we wanted to?” Husni asked.
He grinned at her. “Then I would be glad your happy.”
“What a little cuckold,” moaned Husni. “Mmm, I love it.”
“Me, too,” Djamila said. “Oh, futa-cocks change everything.”
“Uh-huh,” groaned Ataullah, stroking both their dicks. Then he darted his head in and licked up Husni's precum.
It tasted almost the same as Djamila's. He'd have to love both his wives, making them gasp and moan, to truly learn if there was a difference between them. Some subtle shading of flavor. He turned his head and sucked Djamila's cock into his mouth. He slid his lips over her throbbing crown, taking his first futa-dick into his mouth. She gasped as he sucked, her round breasts swaying over his head.
He stared up her body, reveling in the pleasure he gave her. His bearded cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard on her. More of her precum spilled over his tongue. He savored it, his dick throbbing and begging for attention.
But his hands were full with his wives' futa-cocks.
He turned his head and engulfed the other dick. He swallowed Husni's with a hard gulp. He engulfed it, sucking hard. Husni gasped, his second wife's large tits swaying above his head as she trembled in delight.
“Husband, yes, yes!”
“Isn't he such a good man,” moaned Djamila. She rubbed her shoulder against Husni's.
“Such a good cock-sucker at least!” panted Husni. “Ooh, his whiskers rub on my shaft. That's so naughty. So different from a woman sucking on it.”
Djamila nodded.
He popped his mouth off Husni's dick and engulfed Djamila's. He sucked hard on his first wife's girl-cock. He loved her, the shaft throbbing in his mouth. His eyes focused on the folds of her pussy wrapped around the huge shaft.
Her cunt looked so naughty. So wicked. He shuddered, his heart racing in his chest. His balls were growing tighter and tighter. His dick twitched and throbbed. It was incredible to experience. A wild joy to savor.
“Husband!” Djamila moaned as he switched dicks again. “Ooh, I want him to keep sucking, but I also want him to please you.”
“Mmm, you're so sweet,” Husni moaned. She leaned over, and he watched as his two wives kiss.
Their tongues darted together. It made his cock throb and ache. This wild surge shot down his cock. His heart tightened in his chest. He groaned around Husni's clit-dick. He sucked hard on it, her precum spilling over him.
Their breasts pressed together as they kissed. He popped his mouth off Husni's shaft and watched the sight. Their tongues danced as they loved each other. His balls filled with cum. He wanted to just fuck them.
But he was here to please them.
Fisting both their girl-dicks, he engulfed Djamila's cock. His lips sealed over that thick and throbbing cock. It was an incredible treat to experience. This wild ache that had him itching to release their shafts to pull out his prick.
But he loved stroking them.
He savored the feel of their large shafts in his hand. He could hardly wrap his fingers around them. His hand pumped up and down their girths, feeling the outer layer of skin shifting over the spongy, erect flesh inside.
He switched cocks. He sucked back and forth, drool matting his beard. His women moaned, kissing, tongues dueling as they savored the pleasure he gave them. He loved it. Their precum stained his mouth as he used them both.
He sucked hard. He bobbed his head faster. He sucked with all his might. He wanted his wives to cum in his mouth. Even on his face. They could spurt wherever they wanted, just so long as it made them happy.
“Oh, yes, yes,” Husni moaned, breaking the kiss with Djamila. She stared down at him, her eyes glossy. “Suck my big dick. Oh, yes, yes, I'm going to fire so much jizz down your throat. You want it.”
He nursed with hunger.
“Yes, you do. Ooh, you're just such a loving husband. Oh, yes, Ataullah!”
“Make us cum!” Djamila moaned.
“I will,” he promised as he switched cocks. He engulfed her dick with his hungry mouth. Every inch of her vanished past his lips. She gasped as he sucked hard. Her breasts jiggled and swayed. She groaned, her hair tossing back and forth while her round tits heaved.
“Are you about to cum, sister-wife?” Husni moaned, their hands still clutched tight. Her right hand was free to reach across her body and grab Djamila's right tit.
Husni squeezed.
“I am!” Djamila moaned. “Oh, Ataullah, yes!”
His wife's cock erupted in his mouth.
The once-strong and dominating Arab man drank down his wife's girl-cum. He swallowed it with hunger, gulping down the salty jizz. He shuddered, sucking and slurping on that erupting dick. Her tongue danced around that wonderful shaft, teasing him, driving him wild.
“Oh, yes, yes,” panted Djamila. “Allah, thank you for making me a futa!”
Her cum tasted amazing. This salty treat. It flowed down his throat and warmed his belly. He shuddered, his dick throbbing hard in his jeans as he sucked out the last of her cum, his hands fisting Husni's dick. The sweet musk of Djamila's cunt perfumed the air, her thighs sticky.
He popped off her cock and groaned, “That was delicious. I love your cum, my wife.”
“Ooh, good, husband!” panted Djamila. “Now make Husni cum!”
“Yes,” the busty wife groaned. Her hand shot down from Djamila's breast to Ataullah's hair. “Suck me off!”
He didn't resist as Husni hauled him towards her cock. He opened wide, his whiskers brushing her crown before he swallowed her. He sucked on his wife's cock, reveling in the feel of her shaft being buried in his mouth.
He sucked and slurped. His tongue danced around her dick while he fisted her. He put his all into loving his second wife. She bucked, her large tits sliding together. They rippled and jiggled as she moaned out in delight.
“Husband, yes!” she moaned.
“Cum down his throat, Husni!” Djamila groaned. “Make our husband swallow every drop.”
“Yes!” she gasped, her hand tightening in his hair. She pulled him tight down her shaft. �
��Swallow it all.”
Her cock erupted.
That wonderful cum, a little saltier than Djamila's, basted his mouth. He gulped down her jizz the way a good husband should. A man should not only swallow his wife's futa-cum, but enjoy the sensation.
Her moans were so sweet, making his heart soar. He was so glad that he pleased her. He sucked down her cum, swallowing every drop with such hunger. It coated his throat and made his heart pounded in his chest.
“Oh, husband, yes!” groaned Husni as the final blast of cum fired from her futa-dick. “Mmm, that was incredible.”
“Yes, it was,” panted Djamila.
He popped his mouth off and sank down on his knees. He panted, the flavor of their cum lingering on his taste buds. It was such a naughty treat. He panted, sucking in deep breaths as he felt dizzy from what he'd just done.
He'd drank their cum. It was such a wild experience.
Then he blinked. “You're both still hard.” He grabbed their dicks again. “I didn't do a good enough job pleasing you.”
“Oh, husband, we're futas,” moaned Husni. “We never go soft.”
“We fucked all day long,” Djamila added. “Do not think you failed us. You gave us bliss.”
“But we could have more.” Husni licked her lips. “You fucked me this morning, now I want to fuck you.”
“Fuck me?” he asked. “I don't have a pussy...” His words trailed off in understanding. “You mean, sodomize me?”
“Yes!” Husni moaned. “I want to fuck your asshole until we both cum.”
“Yes, yes, that sounds so wonderful,” Djamila said, clapping her hands together. Her futa-dick and breasts both bobbed. “And you can make love to me, husband. I am so wet.”
His dick throbbed as he rose. His wives pressed about him, their cocks rubbing into his hips, their breasts against his arms. He shuddered as Husni pulled off his ghurta, the leather band falling to the floor and rolling a few inches, the cloth dropping after.
Ataullah let his two wives, a pair of futa-houri, sweep him away. They were practically divine beings. His heart thundered so fast in his chest. He felt so drunk on this moment. His chest rose and fell, the pressure squeezing about his ribs.
They led him out of the sitting room and to the stairs. They were heading up them, their faces nuzzling into his beard. They licked up the cum that beaded his curls. He shuddered, his heart hammering fast, pumping such hot blood through his veins.
Then they were on the second floor. They were dragging him down the hallway, kissing him, their hands stroking him. They untucked his shirt. They pulled it off, exposing his swarthy chest covered in thick hair. Their fingers ran through it, breasts and nipples rubbing against him.
“This must be what Paradise is like,” he groaned.
“Mmm, but we're not virgins,” moaned Djamila.
“You deflowered us already,” purred Husni. “But you got a virgin ass.”
She squeezed his rump through his jeans. He groaned, his dick throbbing hard and fast as they pulled him into Djamila's room. She had a larger bed and her room lay closer. She led the way, her round breast swaying while Husni groped his ass.
“Mmm, you should lick her pussy before fucking her,” moaned Husni. “Before I ate her twat, she'd never had that delight before. You denied her.”
“I was a terrible husband before,” Ataullah groaned, staring at his wife. She spread her legs wide, her futa-dick thrusting up before her. It twitched and throbbed with her heartbeat. Her pussy folds were shaved smooth, her depths so inviting. He licked his lips as he headed to the bed.
He crawled onto it, his dick aching in his jeans. He slid his strong hands up her thighs, feeling her smooth skin. She had a lighter shade than his sun-darkened hands, almost pale in comparison. She quivered, biting her lip, her futa-dick throbbing.
He leaned down, inhaling her tart juices. The scent wreathed his nose. He groaned at it, feeling lightheaded from the passion. He'd never gone down on a woman before. Never eaten pussy. He just hoped he would please his futa-wife.
“Ataullah!” groaned Djamila.
She squirmed, her round breasts jiggling, as his whiskers rubbed into her pussy. She trembled as her juices soaked his beard. Her tart scent filled his nose, a heady aroma. His tongue flicked out, sliding through her folds.
She gasped and moaned. Her body shook, her thighs clenching about his face. She ground on him, whimpering and groaning as he feasted on her. He drove his tongue into the depths of her cunt, licking and lapping at her. She groaned, her breasts jiggling as she humped against his bearded face.
“Oh, Husni, his beard is so different,” moaned Djamila, her cock twitching before his eyes. “So wonderfully manly. I love it.”
“Yes, it is a treat,” purred Husni. “Enjoy it.”
“I am!” she moaned.
Such a thrill shot through Ataullah as he licked his wife's pussy. I'm pleasing her! His dick twitched in his pants. His balls tightened. That made him hotter than anything. Pleasing his wives was the most important thing in the world. Making them happy.
Making them cum.
He licked with a feverish hunger, her juices soaking his beard. He groaned, drunk on her scent. On the silky feel of her flesh. He reveled in it, wishing he had feasted on his wives' pussies since they married a few years back.
Husni's hands reached around Ataullah's waist. She unsnapped his jeans. He groaned as she worked them down while he licked through Djamila's sweet pussy. He was drunk on her cream, this heady rush surging through him as his wife pulled down his boxers next. His balls swayed, his dick springing out hard.
“Mmm, this ass,” moaned Husni. “I've been eager to fuck a man's ass. I want to see if it feels different from a woman's. From Djamila's!”
“Yes, yes!” Djamila moaned, her fingers entwined in his hair. She gripped him hard, holding him tight to her cunt as Husni pressed her girl-dick into his asshole.
He groaned at the feel of it. That thick cock nuzzled into his sphincter. He groaned, his heart hammering in his chest. This was happening. He would be fucked hard. He would surrender himself to this passion.
His heart tightened in his chest as he moaned, “Fuck me, my wife! Use me!”
“Husband, you are such a little man-whore now, aren't you?” Husni moaned, rubbing the thick tip of her girl-dick around his puckered sphincter. Pleasure rippled through him. “Huh?”
“I just want to make you both happy,” he groaned into Djamila's twat.
“Then be our man-whore, husband!” Djamila moaned, pulling on his hair, pressing his bearded face tight into her hairless twat. “Yes, yes, lick me. Eat me, Make me cum!”
Her futa-dick throbbed before his face. He seized it with a strong hand, fisting her thick cock as he licked her cunt. He trembled, waiting for Husni to thrust. He wanted that girl-dick in his asshole so bad. He craved it.
His heart pounded in his chest. He stirred his tongue through his wife's cunt, eager for that hot plunge of his other's wife's dick. Husni groaned as she pressed her dick against him. His tight anal ring had never felt anything this big. He roared as it stretched and stretched.
Her girl-dick popped into his bowels.
He groaned as the strange pleasure surged through his body. Her futa-cock sodomized him. He squeezed his asshole down around her dick as she went deeper and deeper. He squeezed Djamila's cock, grunting into her twat.
Husni moaned louder. Her fingers dug into his hips as she gripped him. Her massive clit-dick invaded his bowels. She was using him the way he used to use her. His asshole was her boy-pussy now. He could tell she reveled in it.
He did.
“Oh, Djamila!” Husni moaned. “Oh, this is an incredible treat. You have to experience this.”
“I will!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, husband. Stroke my girl-dick. Lick my pussy. Make me cum!”
“Yes!” he groaned as Husni butt-fucked him.
She rammed her girl-dick deep into his bowels. Hard, powerful strokes. The sounds
echoed through the room. He groaned, rocking back into her depths. This heady rush of pleasure rippled around him. His chest clenched, his heart screaming away as she gave him burst after burst of rapture with her hard thrusts.
He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut. Such bliss surged through him. This amazing pleasure that had him gasping, moaning. His head shook from side to side as he took her girl-dick again and again. He panted, her shaved flesh smacking his meaty rump.
“Allah, yes!” he growled.
“Ooh, work that ass, husband!” Husni moaned. “That's good. Mmm, yes, yes!”
“Fuck him,” panted Djamila. “Oh, husband, I love what you are doing to my cock. My pussy. You are amazing. I love you, Ataullah!”
“I love you,” he groaned. He stared up at her. “My desert rose. I will be such a good husband to you.”
“Then make her cum!” hissed Husni. She thrust harder. “Make us both cum!”
“Yes!” he snarled. His pride as a virile, Arab man compelled him to lick with such fervor at one wife's pussy while the other fucked his asshole. He bucked back into her, squeezing his bowels around her dick.
His wives both moaned. Djamila's futa-dick throbbed in his hand. His whiskers rubbed and rasped into her pussy lips. She shuddered as his tongue plundered into her depths. He licked and lapped at her. He reveled in every moment of this delight. It surged through him, his prostate drinking in Husni's thrusts.
His dick grew harder. It throbbed with her every thrust. He took her girl-cock in his boy-pussy. He reveled in it. He squeezed down around her, growing drunk off the pleasure of her hard thrusts. The passion surged through him.
“Husband!” Djamila moaned. “Oh, my strong and virile husband! Yes, yes!”
Her cock throbbed in his hand. He felt the cum pulse up her shaft as he stroked her before erupting from her girl-dick. It splattered into her round, dusky breasts. Her juices gushed out, soaking his beard in her sweet cream and filling his mouth.
“Oh, Ataullah, you actually made one of us cum!” moaned Husni, thrusting harder.
“He did!” Djamila moaned, bucking as her futa-cock erupted over and over.
Her jizz painted her tits. It splashed over them while her pussy cream spilled into his hungry mouth. He licked up the flood. He feasted on it, growing dizzy from the flavor. He whimpered, his heart pounding in his chest.
