04-05-2019, 12:38 PM
Chapter 78
Anil drew back, the muscles on his hairy abdomen tensing, and threw himself forward with all his might and weight into Samina. He stayed there, grinding at her, deep inside her belly. He must have been hitting her right at the end of her cunt. Her reaction was delayed. As he thrust into her, she drew in a huge lungful of breath fast, making a whooping sound. Then, after a pause, she screamed as if she had been speared right through. Her shout of pleasure, went on for several seconds, but trailed off into a growl, and then she was just moaning and breathing raggedly.
The camera panned up again, closing in on Samina's face until that was all I could see. Anil's fingers held her chin and turned her face to the lens. He swept the hair from her eyes. His thumb pressed on her lips and Samina opened for it, licking it gratefully, sucking hungrily on it like puppy. He pulled his hand away, trailing the wet thumb to her breast and pulling the nipple until her breast took the shape of a cone. Samina whined again.
Uncle Anil, was still now, resting inside Samina. Her breathing became deep and long, almost relaxed. Samina looked straight into the camera. Her eyes were bright. She smiled a little. "Umer my sweet darling. Your Uncle Anil has fucked me. He has made me his woman! I love his big cock and will gladly fuck it whenever he wants me to! I will never say no to him."
There was a long pause. Samina sighed, moaned, licked her lips, tried to concentrate. Her eyes closed and her head fell to the side. Anil had resumed fucking her, slowly and gently now. She gathered herself and continued in a higher voice, now, breathless, speaking quickly. "He is so deep in me, fucking huge my love. It feels completely different from you, so, so... to be filled and stretched and feel it right at the bottom... It's beautiful, Umer... his cock is beautiful... he is beautiful... I'm his slut now, Umer!”
I knew Samina was being deliberately explicit because she know how that pushed my buttons. Plus she loved being vocal of her love for big cock and how great it felt in her. She loved comparing my lack of size to the supreme endowments of her various lovers.
Then Anil started to pick up the pace, to beat into her harder and faster. She grunted and groaned, reached her arms up to him. She started to yelp again. "Come home soon... I want you here, with us... come home, Umer" Samina shouted.
In the background Uncle Anil laughed. The clip ended.
In a rush, I pulled my trousers and underwear down, I stroked my little penis hard six of seven times and came heavily on the carpet under my desk. I was too aroused to care that Samina would probably be very unhappy that I had just jerked off. It was just too much for me, and having a free penis was not easy.
I got home at about six in the evening. The house was quiet, and I stood inside the door for a few seconds to try to make out where Samina and Uncle Anil were. I heard nothing. There was a light on in the kitchen. As I made my way there, I heard Uncle Anil whistling some happy tune. He was standing at the counter, his back towards me, making sandwiches.
He was completely naked, the back of his short powerful body on display. His big feet were planted apart and splayed a little. From across the room, I could see the broken, dry skin on his feet and ankles, and his hooked, gray toe nails. Rising for slim ankles, the muscles on his calves bulged, defined and sinewy, like an old cyclist. The skin was blotchy with moles and blood spots. Blue veins seemed to want to burst through in places. His broad buttocks were powerful and nicely formed, but the skin sagged, leaving thin folds at the bottom, where the cheeks met the top of his thighs. His back too was strong, fanning into heavy, barging shoulders. From top to bottom, he was covered in a thin layer of wiry hair, mostly gray now. He combined ugliness and power, vigour and decay. You could see the age, the wear and tear of the years, but also the muscularity and coiled-up, low-slung brawn. The combination, or the contrast, was intoxicating. Is that what had got to Samina? Yes. That and his cock.
"Umer you're back!" I heard Uncle Anil's voice boom.
I nearly jumped. I was lost in thought, and hadn't notice him turn towards the fridge. I didn't immediately reply. My attention was captured entirely by his heavy cock, swinging a little as he walked to the fridge. It was about a foot long, nearly to his knees. Its thickness varied along its length, and it looked rough to the touch – the skin was blotchy and the tissue under the skin was uneven. The head was tinged a darker pink. It looked sore from fucking. His white pubes were a mess – matted and sparse in places.
Uncle Anil stood there to let me stare. I was feasting my eyes on his cock for the second time today. I was breathless, so excited. Again, the shame and fear flooded through me.
"This little monster has been driving Samina crazy all day, Umer. She is a needy, gorgeous woman – very energetic. She really likes to fuck. What a gorgeous slut you wife is. She's asleep in your bed, now. Here, take the tray. I've made enough sandwiches for three. I'll bring the drinks. Beer? After your long day at work, you deserve it." Uncle Anil, was clearly very happy and satisfied.
"Yes, thanks Uncle Anil. That would be nice." I said taking the plate.
We made our way upstairs, me following a short naked old man to my bedroom for sandwiches and beer... and who knows what else. It felt like a nightmare, and it felt perfectly natural too. What would I find, what would happen? I was painfully hard in my pants. I stood at the end of the bed. It was a mess. The sheet was heavily creased, the duvet and most of the pillows discarded on the floor.
Samina lay naked on the bed, fast asleep. She was on her front. Her left arm was flung up under the pillow, her right hand was tucked under her chin, turning her torso slightly on its side and revealing a heavy soft breast. I fixated on this breast briefly. It was the one I'd seen Uncle Anil squeeze down on hard in the video clip. It looked unharmed. Her right leg was bent, the knee pulled up.
Samina was ravishingly beautiful. This struck me again, but she was also soiled, used and fucked. Her hair was a terrible mess. All over her body were red marks and bruises, and love bites. There were two red and blue sores high on her shoulders. Bites, I guessed. On her back one long four-fingered scratch. Above her buttocks, there were big bruises. This must have been where Uncle Anil had held Samina tight. Her arse was a hot red all over. Had he spanked her? And why was it, that no matter how often I saw it, the sight of a well-fucked and sated Samina was one of the most erotic and satisfying images I could ever see? I never got tired of it!
With a leg bent, Samina cunt was slightly exposed. It looked red and raw, and viscous sperm leaked from it. There was a puddle, eight inches across, on the sheet below her. I just stared and took in every detail. There she was. Sleeping, resting, deeply satisfied, truly fucked. Her lover was settling on the bed beside her.
Uncle Anil sat up against the headboard sipping a beer. His legs were spread again, showing himself off. Maybe with a cock like that your legs were always spread. "Put the sandwiches down here," he indicated the bedside table. "And take you clothes off Umer. We should all be naked in your bedroom."
I stood there for a few seconds looking at Samina. Then at Anil. He was tucking into the sandwiches now. I slowly took off my clothes.
I imagined how I must have looked to Anil. Slim, hairless, smooth skinned and tanned, and with the penis of a boy, small and soft. I always thought I had a good looking penis. I looked down at myself – circumcised, slim like me, with a prominent head – relative to the rest of it. I had a mole on the top, about half and inch below the head. Where Uncle Anil's cock screamed masculinity, and virility, mine shrieked impotence, and uselessness.
Uncle Anil, looked at me smiling. Nothing cruel, just amused. "Sweet, Umer. You have a sweet body. Your dad was built like me, but he had a penis like you. That's why your Mama liked me around. Your Dad never knew that your Mom was screwing me. His loss, he could have joined us and had so much fun! But you, Umer, I think you're going to join in. You want a taste of this, don't you Umer?"
There was derision now, taunting. He was holding his cock, pointing the head at me. Anil was establishing his superiority, again, beyond all doubt.
"Yes. I do Uncle." It was a relief to say it, to admit it out loud. I smiled at Anil. Ever since Samina had talked about wanting to see me suck Anil, I had been obsessed with wanting to make it happen for her.
"Pull up a chair Umer Sit at the end of the bed. I think it's time we woke Samina up!" Uncle Anil shook her shoulder gently. She stirred but, didn't wake. He lent forward and slapped her arse hard. The noise was like a gunshot. Samina's head rose quickly. For a second she looked confused and angry.
"Anil!" She was groggy, whining. "Don't do that. You hurt me. Please my love."
Samina wasn't aware that I was there. Slowly, she scooted up to Anil and cuddled up to him. Her hand went to his cock immediately. She stroked her finger tips along it and then dug under it to cup his balls. Her head rested on his big barrel chest. Her tongue came out and licked his ugly, hairy nipple. She latched onto it like a hungry babe.
"Samina, Umer's here." Uncle Anil said simply.
She took a second to register what Anil had said. She looked to the end of the bed and sat bolt upright suddenly. Samina's arm tried to cover her breasts, and she tucked up her legs to hide her cunt. "Umer! Hello. You're back."
Uncle Anil burst out laughing. He offered Samina a beer. She took in the sight of me sitting in the chair, naked and my little penis pointing straight up, wet at the tip. She smiled and relaxed, and sat back beside Anil. She laughed lightly and brought her knees up and open, giving me a clear view of her swollen, red and wet pussy.
Samina looked me in the eyes. "Oh Umer, my darling," she said, smiling broadly. "I've been had by a real man! Your uncle is amazing!" Again, her hand reached down to Anil's cock. Now she held the head in her fist and stroked it gently. "Look closely Umer. At my pussy. My properly fucked up pussy! It feels intensely amazing!”
Uncle Anil was beaming!
Samina tensed her abdominal and pelvic muscles, her thighs spread a little wider. As I watched, a thick stream of Anil's sperm leaked from her. She turned to Anil, reached up to wipe some crumbs from his mouth, and lent in to kiss him, lovingly and deeply and hungrily, for a long, long time. This was a shock - her voluptuous beauty and femininity, his ruined, but powerful body, old and ugly and meanly muscled, her lustrous hair, his bald dry scalp, her thick rosy lips,, his thin pales lips, spittle at the edge of his mouth. Yet she was the one going after him, her hungry tongue seeking his.
We sat for about an hour, chatting, eating and drinking. Samina fussed over Uncle Anil, petting him constantly. In his presence she became the ditzy, over-affectionate girly slut – talking dirty, touching him all over, always kissing, liking and stoking him- as if her were the most adored, most loved thing in the world. She was clearly in lust, high on his masculinity, on his cock. Also, of course, she was teasing me, humiliating me, putting me in my place, showing me a side of her that I never knew.
Uncle Anil regaled us with stories of his life, of his adventures travelling around the world. He was definitely the center of attention, at his charming best again. We were his cock-struck acolytes. It felt like he was the gracious host, and I was the grateful guest.
At one point, Anil asked me about my work. As I told him about the day, the crisis averted in China, Samina put her head on his chest. She brought his cock up to rest on his belly, and cupped a hand around his heavy sack, massaging gently. She started kissing and lapping at the head of his cock. I watched her, mesmerized, as I droned on about work. Samina was turning up the heat, going after that irresistible cock.
Slowly, Uncle Anil's cock bulked up and grew longer – not by much, but it became more taught, hard. The head lifted off his belly. Samina took it into her mouth. She was working on him slowly, licking around the head, grazing him with her teeth.
I stopped talking. No-one was listening. Samina licked at him, covering him in saliva. She knelt up, bending over him, serious about cock sucking now. She opened her mouth so wide it looked painful and pressed herself down, taking him to the back of her throat, then drew off Anil slowly. She did this slowly several times, with so much love, with determination and devotion. It was a sort of worship. He nose was flared, trying to draw in enough air. Anil's head went back and he grunted his pleasure. His heavy hand stroked her head, cleared her hair from her face so that I could see everything. He clutched a fistful of Samina's hair, took hold of her head to direct her actions, her speed, pressing her down further and further on his cock.
"Isn't she beautiful, Umer? Isn't she great at sucking a big cock?" Uncle had a triumphant smile of pure joy on his face.
Uncle Anil's compliments, seemed to drive Samina on. She redoubled her efforts, going at him greedily, with a passion, throwing herself at Uncle Anil. Saliva drooled down his cock. Her hair was everywhere, her breathing heavy and ragged. She appeared to want to devour it, started to snort like an animal and choke on him. But she forced herself on. Anil grabbed her head and held her still on his cock. Several inches of the huge thing disappeared past her stretched lips, the head of it buried deep in her throat. She couldn't breathe and her jaw was stretched so wide, it must have hurt, just impossible. For a few seconds I was scared for her, what was Uncle Anil doing? Then his hands came off her head.
Samina held still a moment. She seemed to push down on him further. Then she came off his cock in a rush. She coughed and gasped. Her face streamed with saliva and sweat and tears, but her sparkling eyes showed joy, elation. She was in the full rush of her lust.
Urgently now, Samina straddled Anil, sitting on his horizontal cock. It lay across his stomach. It was too heavy to lift off him and stick in the air like my little penis. But I knew it was hard, absolutely rigid now. Samina, bent down to kiss Uncle Anil hungrily on the lips. He lay there, letting her do everything, basking in her passion, as she rubbed her wet cunt up and down his cock, wetting him. Their kiss went on and on, it was deep and wet and adoring. She climbed further and further up him until her breasts were in Anil's grizzled face. He sucked and bit her, his own passion rising.
Samina sat up, on his chest now. She was sitting on the head of his cock now, rocking back and forth slowly, opening herself. "Umer, I want you to put Uncle Anil's cock in me. I need you to put his cock in me, slide it in with your had, give it to me as a gift!"
I heard every word, but I couldn't speak. In my dumb stupor, I still realized what I was doing. I was a cuckold many times over. My wife had taken on many lovers, and her present one, was an old man. She was consumed by him. I had allowed this, more than allowed it. I was complicit, an observer, and a participant. She wanted me, now, to help them consummate, again, their lust. In this triangle, in this situation, I was not only cuckolded, but also neutered and serving them. And with Anil's hard cock exuding male sexual power, my soft one only served to highlight my neutered status.
Realizing that it was my happy role, I rose to my feet and I knelt by the side of the bed, in line with Uncle Anil's cock. I looked at it close up. I have never been so excited in my life. Their lust, my jealousy, my need to see them fucking, the raw power of Uncle Anil, Samina's unrestrained desire for a man who I was always a little apprehensive of! I tried to concentrate on breathing. I had to calm down, or I would faint.
"Good, Umer," Samina said, turning to me. Her hand stroked my hair, gently, lovingly. "Kiss it, show me how you accept your Uncle as your sexual superior!"
I did. Softly, I kissed Uncle Anil's cock three times. I licked quickly too. My own act of worship. Samina giggled. "Good boy. Now, put your face in his balls. The smell is heavenly."
Samina pressed my face there. I breathed deeply. It was musty. It smelt of man – sweat and flesh, and urine and underneath sex, Samina's juices, and arse too. I thought I smelt wood, damp wood. It was overwhelming. Not heavenly at all. It was a strong, heavy, masculine smell. It was so, so sexy. I had my face pressed into Uncle Anil's enormous, hairy scrotum and I was drunk on it. Samina pulled me away. "Hold Anil's cock straight up. I am going to let myself down on it."
Anil drew back, the muscles on his hairy abdomen tensing, and threw himself forward with all his might and weight into Samina. He stayed there, grinding at her, deep inside her belly. He must have been hitting her right at the end of her cunt. Her reaction was delayed. As he thrust into her, she drew in a huge lungful of breath fast, making a whooping sound. Then, after a pause, she screamed as if she had been speared right through. Her shout of pleasure, went on for several seconds, but trailed off into a growl, and then she was just moaning and breathing raggedly.
The camera panned up again, closing in on Samina's face until that was all I could see. Anil's fingers held her chin and turned her face to the lens. He swept the hair from her eyes. His thumb pressed on her lips and Samina opened for it, licking it gratefully, sucking hungrily on it like puppy. He pulled his hand away, trailing the wet thumb to her breast and pulling the nipple until her breast took the shape of a cone. Samina whined again.
Uncle Anil, was still now, resting inside Samina. Her breathing became deep and long, almost relaxed. Samina looked straight into the camera. Her eyes were bright. She smiled a little. "Umer my sweet darling. Your Uncle Anil has fucked me. He has made me his woman! I love his big cock and will gladly fuck it whenever he wants me to! I will never say no to him."
There was a long pause. Samina sighed, moaned, licked her lips, tried to concentrate. Her eyes closed and her head fell to the side. Anil had resumed fucking her, slowly and gently now. She gathered herself and continued in a higher voice, now, breathless, speaking quickly. "He is so deep in me, fucking huge my love. It feels completely different from you, so, so... to be filled and stretched and feel it right at the bottom... It's beautiful, Umer... his cock is beautiful... he is beautiful... I'm his slut now, Umer!”
I knew Samina was being deliberately explicit because she know how that pushed my buttons. Plus she loved being vocal of her love for big cock and how great it felt in her. She loved comparing my lack of size to the supreme endowments of her various lovers.
Then Anil started to pick up the pace, to beat into her harder and faster. She grunted and groaned, reached her arms up to him. She started to yelp again. "Come home soon... I want you here, with us... come home, Umer" Samina shouted.
In the background Uncle Anil laughed. The clip ended.
In a rush, I pulled my trousers and underwear down, I stroked my little penis hard six of seven times and came heavily on the carpet under my desk. I was too aroused to care that Samina would probably be very unhappy that I had just jerked off. It was just too much for me, and having a free penis was not easy.
I got home at about six in the evening. The house was quiet, and I stood inside the door for a few seconds to try to make out where Samina and Uncle Anil were. I heard nothing. There was a light on in the kitchen. As I made my way there, I heard Uncle Anil whistling some happy tune. He was standing at the counter, his back towards me, making sandwiches.
He was completely naked, the back of his short powerful body on display. His big feet were planted apart and splayed a little. From across the room, I could see the broken, dry skin on his feet and ankles, and his hooked, gray toe nails. Rising for slim ankles, the muscles on his calves bulged, defined and sinewy, like an old cyclist. The skin was blotchy with moles and blood spots. Blue veins seemed to want to burst through in places. His broad buttocks were powerful and nicely formed, but the skin sagged, leaving thin folds at the bottom, where the cheeks met the top of his thighs. His back too was strong, fanning into heavy, barging shoulders. From top to bottom, he was covered in a thin layer of wiry hair, mostly gray now. He combined ugliness and power, vigour and decay. You could see the age, the wear and tear of the years, but also the muscularity and coiled-up, low-slung brawn. The combination, or the contrast, was intoxicating. Is that what had got to Samina? Yes. That and his cock.
"Umer you're back!" I heard Uncle Anil's voice boom.
I nearly jumped. I was lost in thought, and hadn't notice him turn towards the fridge. I didn't immediately reply. My attention was captured entirely by his heavy cock, swinging a little as he walked to the fridge. It was about a foot long, nearly to his knees. Its thickness varied along its length, and it looked rough to the touch – the skin was blotchy and the tissue under the skin was uneven. The head was tinged a darker pink. It looked sore from fucking. His white pubes were a mess – matted and sparse in places.
Uncle Anil stood there to let me stare. I was feasting my eyes on his cock for the second time today. I was breathless, so excited. Again, the shame and fear flooded through me.
"This little monster has been driving Samina crazy all day, Umer. She is a needy, gorgeous woman – very energetic. She really likes to fuck. What a gorgeous slut you wife is. She's asleep in your bed, now. Here, take the tray. I've made enough sandwiches for three. I'll bring the drinks. Beer? After your long day at work, you deserve it." Uncle Anil, was clearly very happy and satisfied.
"Yes, thanks Uncle Anil. That would be nice." I said taking the plate.
We made our way upstairs, me following a short naked old man to my bedroom for sandwiches and beer... and who knows what else. It felt like a nightmare, and it felt perfectly natural too. What would I find, what would happen? I was painfully hard in my pants. I stood at the end of the bed. It was a mess. The sheet was heavily creased, the duvet and most of the pillows discarded on the floor.
Samina lay naked on the bed, fast asleep. She was on her front. Her left arm was flung up under the pillow, her right hand was tucked under her chin, turning her torso slightly on its side and revealing a heavy soft breast. I fixated on this breast briefly. It was the one I'd seen Uncle Anil squeeze down on hard in the video clip. It looked unharmed. Her right leg was bent, the knee pulled up.
Samina was ravishingly beautiful. This struck me again, but she was also soiled, used and fucked. Her hair was a terrible mess. All over her body were red marks and bruises, and love bites. There were two red and blue sores high on her shoulders. Bites, I guessed. On her back one long four-fingered scratch. Above her buttocks, there were big bruises. This must have been where Uncle Anil had held Samina tight. Her arse was a hot red all over. Had he spanked her? And why was it, that no matter how often I saw it, the sight of a well-fucked and sated Samina was one of the most erotic and satisfying images I could ever see? I never got tired of it!
With a leg bent, Samina cunt was slightly exposed. It looked red and raw, and viscous sperm leaked from it. There was a puddle, eight inches across, on the sheet below her. I just stared and took in every detail. There she was. Sleeping, resting, deeply satisfied, truly fucked. Her lover was settling on the bed beside her.
Uncle Anil sat up against the headboard sipping a beer. His legs were spread again, showing himself off. Maybe with a cock like that your legs were always spread. "Put the sandwiches down here," he indicated the bedside table. "And take you clothes off Umer. We should all be naked in your bedroom."
I stood there for a few seconds looking at Samina. Then at Anil. He was tucking into the sandwiches now. I slowly took off my clothes.
I imagined how I must have looked to Anil. Slim, hairless, smooth skinned and tanned, and with the penis of a boy, small and soft. I always thought I had a good looking penis. I looked down at myself – circumcised, slim like me, with a prominent head – relative to the rest of it. I had a mole on the top, about half and inch below the head. Where Uncle Anil's cock screamed masculinity, and virility, mine shrieked impotence, and uselessness.
Uncle Anil, looked at me smiling. Nothing cruel, just amused. "Sweet, Umer. You have a sweet body. Your dad was built like me, but he had a penis like you. That's why your Mama liked me around. Your Dad never knew that your Mom was screwing me. His loss, he could have joined us and had so much fun! But you, Umer, I think you're going to join in. You want a taste of this, don't you Umer?"
There was derision now, taunting. He was holding his cock, pointing the head at me. Anil was establishing his superiority, again, beyond all doubt.
"Yes. I do Uncle." It was a relief to say it, to admit it out loud. I smiled at Anil. Ever since Samina had talked about wanting to see me suck Anil, I had been obsessed with wanting to make it happen for her.
"Pull up a chair Umer Sit at the end of the bed. I think it's time we woke Samina up!" Uncle Anil shook her shoulder gently. She stirred but, didn't wake. He lent forward and slapped her arse hard. The noise was like a gunshot. Samina's head rose quickly. For a second she looked confused and angry.
"Anil!" She was groggy, whining. "Don't do that. You hurt me. Please my love."
Samina wasn't aware that I was there. Slowly, she scooted up to Anil and cuddled up to him. Her hand went to his cock immediately. She stroked her finger tips along it and then dug under it to cup his balls. Her head rested on his big barrel chest. Her tongue came out and licked his ugly, hairy nipple. She latched onto it like a hungry babe.
"Samina, Umer's here." Uncle Anil said simply.
She took a second to register what Anil had said. She looked to the end of the bed and sat bolt upright suddenly. Samina's arm tried to cover her breasts, and she tucked up her legs to hide her cunt. "Umer! Hello. You're back."
Uncle Anil burst out laughing. He offered Samina a beer. She took in the sight of me sitting in the chair, naked and my little penis pointing straight up, wet at the tip. She smiled and relaxed, and sat back beside Anil. She laughed lightly and brought her knees up and open, giving me a clear view of her swollen, red and wet pussy.
Samina looked me in the eyes. "Oh Umer, my darling," she said, smiling broadly. "I've been had by a real man! Your uncle is amazing!" Again, her hand reached down to Anil's cock. Now she held the head in her fist and stroked it gently. "Look closely Umer. At my pussy. My properly fucked up pussy! It feels intensely amazing!”
Uncle Anil was beaming!
Samina tensed her abdominal and pelvic muscles, her thighs spread a little wider. As I watched, a thick stream of Anil's sperm leaked from her. She turned to Anil, reached up to wipe some crumbs from his mouth, and lent in to kiss him, lovingly and deeply and hungrily, for a long, long time. This was a shock - her voluptuous beauty and femininity, his ruined, but powerful body, old and ugly and meanly muscled, her lustrous hair, his bald dry scalp, her thick rosy lips,, his thin pales lips, spittle at the edge of his mouth. Yet she was the one going after him, her hungry tongue seeking his.
We sat for about an hour, chatting, eating and drinking. Samina fussed over Uncle Anil, petting him constantly. In his presence she became the ditzy, over-affectionate girly slut – talking dirty, touching him all over, always kissing, liking and stoking him- as if her were the most adored, most loved thing in the world. She was clearly in lust, high on his masculinity, on his cock. Also, of course, she was teasing me, humiliating me, putting me in my place, showing me a side of her that I never knew.
Uncle Anil regaled us with stories of his life, of his adventures travelling around the world. He was definitely the center of attention, at his charming best again. We were his cock-struck acolytes. It felt like he was the gracious host, and I was the grateful guest.
At one point, Anil asked me about my work. As I told him about the day, the crisis averted in China, Samina put her head on his chest. She brought his cock up to rest on his belly, and cupped a hand around his heavy sack, massaging gently. She started kissing and lapping at the head of his cock. I watched her, mesmerized, as I droned on about work. Samina was turning up the heat, going after that irresistible cock.
Slowly, Uncle Anil's cock bulked up and grew longer – not by much, but it became more taught, hard. The head lifted off his belly. Samina took it into her mouth. She was working on him slowly, licking around the head, grazing him with her teeth.
I stopped talking. No-one was listening. Samina licked at him, covering him in saliva. She knelt up, bending over him, serious about cock sucking now. She opened her mouth so wide it looked painful and pressed herself down, taking him to the back of her throat, then drew off Anil slowly. She did this slowly several times, with so much love, with determination and devotion. It was a sort of worship. He nose was flared, trying to draw in enough air. Anil's head went back and he grunted his pleasure. His heavy hand stroked her head, cleared her hair from her face so that I could see everything. He clutched a fistful of Samina's hair, took hold of her head to direct her actions, her speed, pressing her down further and further on his cock.
"Isn't she beautiful, Umer? Isn't she great at sucking a big cock?" Uncle had a triumphant smile of pure joy on his face.
Uncle Anil's compliments, seemed to drive Samina on. She redoubled her efforts, going at him greedily, with a passion, throwing herself at Uncle Anil. Saliva drooled down his cock. Her hair was everywhere, her breathing heavy and ragged. She appeared to want to devour it, started to snort like an animal and choke on him. But she forced herself on. Anil grabbed her head and held her still on his cock. Several inches of the huge thing disappeared past her stretched lips, the head of it buried deep in her throat. She couldn't breathe and her jaw was stretched so wide, it must have hurt, just impossible. For a few seconds I was scared for her, what was Uncle Anil doing? Then his hands came off her head.
Samina held still a moment. She seemed to push down on him further. Then she came off his cock in a rush. She coughed and gasped. Her face streamed with saliva and sweat and tears, but her sparkling eyes showed joy, elation. She was in the full rush of her lust.
Urgently now, Samina straddled Anil, sitting on his horizontal cock. It lay across his stomach. It was too heavy to lift off him and stick in the air like my little penis. But I knew it was hard, absolutely rigid now. Samina, bent down to kiss Uncle Anil hungrily on the lips. He lay there, letting her do everything, basking in her passion, as she rubbed her wet cunt up and down his cock, wetting him. Their kiss went on and on, it was deep and wet and adoring. She climbed further and further up him until her breasts were in Anil's grizzled face. He sucked and bit her, his own passion rising.
Samina sat up, on his chest now. She was sitting on the head of his cock now, rocking back and forth slowly, opening herself. "Umer, I want you to put Uncle Anil's cock in me. I need you to put his cock in me, slide it in with your had, give it to me as a gift!"
I heard every word, but I couldn't speak. In my dumb stupor, I still realized what I was doing. I was a cuckold many times over. My wife had taken on many lovers, and her present one, was an old man. She was consumed by him. I had allowed this, more than allowed it. I was complicit, an observer, and a participant. She wanted me, now, to help them consummate, again, their lust. In this triangle, in this situation, I was not only cuckolded, but also neutered and serving them. And with Anil's hard cock exuding male sexual power, my soft one only served to highlight my neutered status.
Realizing that it was my happy role, I rose to my feet and I knelt by the side of the bed, in line with Uncle Anil's cock. I looked at it close up. I have never been so excited in my life. Their lust, my jealousy, my need to see them fucking, the raw power of Uncle Anil, Samina's unrestrained desire for a man who I was always a little apprehensive of! I tried to concentrate on breathing. I had to calm down, or I would faint.
"Good, Umer," Samina said, turning to me. Her hand stroked my hair, gently, lovingly. "Kiss it, show me how you accept your Uncle as your sexual superior!"
I did. Softly, I kissed Uncle Anil's cock three times. I licked quickly too. My own act of worship. Samina giggled. "Good boy. Now, put your face in his balls. The smell is heavenly."
Samina pressed my face there. I breathed deeply. It was musty. It smelt of man – sweat and flesh, and urine and underneath sex, Samina's juices, and arse too. I thought I smelt wood, damp wood. It was overwhelming. Not heavenly at all. It was a strong, heavy, masculine smell. It was so, so sexy. I had my face pressed into Uncle Anil's enormous, hairy scrotum and I was drunk on it. Samina pulled me away. "Hold Anil's cock straight up. I am going to let myself down on it."
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