09-09-2022, 10:24 AM
Chapter- 11 (Sajid’s Narration)
I was finishing my breakfast coffee sitting around the campfire with my friends, watching Reema, clean up after breakfast. She looked spectacular, wearing only a lacy white bra and matching panties; she was laughing and joking with all of the guys. I didn’t admit to her, but I loved her madly, but when I woke up that morning, she was naked in the tent of another guy being fucked. I’d opened the tent flap and found her in the doggie position taking a cock from a guy I could not stand, Mustaq. He talked dirty to her and came all over her. In fact, she still had some of his dried cum on her face and chest. After she was finished being fucked, Reema had partially convinced me that what she’d done with Mustaq was done to turn me on.
Despite my worries and simmering anger toward Reema for messing around with that dipshit, Mustaq, I still thought she looked awesome that morning. Her white bra showed off huge amount of cleavage. Every time Reema bent over even slightly she showed even more of her huge cleavage. I’ve always been a cleavage fan. I was getting a hard dick looking at her clean up the camp stove, so I went over to grope her for a minute and talk about our plans for the day. She moaned softly when I gently squeezed both of her giant boobs.
“I want to try to catch some bass today…I think I’ll paddle the boat upstream…drift back and fish along the shore.” I said.
“I might join you later…right now I want to go for a swim…sunbathe for a while…the sand by the river is perfect for getting some sun.” Reema replied. I really wanted her to come with me, but I didn’t want to push it. Instead, I said, “Do me a favour…stay away from that ass face, Mustaq….”
“I’ll try...” Reema replied. I tried again to get her to come with me, but she just gave me a big smile and looked at me with her giant eyes and said, “Don’t worry about me…Go have some fun!”
I left in a boat not feeling very good about the situation with Reema. I paddled up the river and began to fish along the shore. After an hour or so, I saw two guys fishing out of a boat. These were the first people outside of our group we’d seen in days. I struck up a conversation with the two guys who appeared to be in their early mid-40s. We talked about the fishing and I found out that they’d just come in the day before and were camping on the river about a mile from us. They said their names were Harish and Bheema.
“Did you see a naked girl with giant tits swimming in the river this morning… we accidently stumbled upon her early this morning…when we’re fishing…damn near swamped the boat… that was the best-looking girl I’ve ever seen…she didn’t seem to care that we saw her naked ….” Bheema said.
“Yeah…that would be my girlfriend…Reema…you must have seen her taking her bath this morning….” I replied.
“We are not peeping Toms…we just came around the bend fishing the shore…there she was without any clothes….” Bheema said.
“You’re one lucky son of a bitch…if that’s your girlfriend…she was standing on the shore with nothing on…she just waved to us…slowly put on a bra and panties…I wish she was my girlfriend…and you were married to my wife!” Harish said.
“Yeah…if someone saw my fat wife naked…they would think…a whale had somehow beached on the riverbank!” Bheema added. They went on and on about Reema. I liked them, so I invited them to come down and join us for a big fish dinner. They agreed to bring some fish and some ice. We still had lots of beer but had run out of ice a few days earlier. Harish and Bheema made me feel really good about having Reema as my girlfriend. I realized on my own most of the time that she was a spectacular beauty, but sometimes it was nice to hear from third parties how hot she was. All of the talk about Reema brought up my worries, she seemed to be going out of her way to have sex with Mustaq at every opportunity. I liked the fact she was showing off and having sex with my friends, but she really seemed to be into it with Mustaq.
Mustaq was a scumbag. I certainly couldn’t figure out why a lady like Reema would let him put his cock in her. I guess Mustaq was not ugly if you ignored his personality. He had long black hair, a black, droopy moustache and was in pretty good shape. What really worried me was that Mustaq seemed to really turn Reema on with his nasty, mean talk and actions intended to be demeaning to her. I was genuinely worried. I didn’t know what I would do if Reema wanted to keep seeing that asshole after the trip was over. Sometimes I thought I would let Reema do anything to make her happy. Other times I thought that I could not stand the total humiliation of losing Reema or sharing her with a guy I considered to be a complete loser.
I fished for several more hours and came back to the camp. When I arrived, I was concerned because Reema was not sunbathing on the sand. I figured that I was going to find her with someone’s cock in her mouth. I hurried up the path to the camp. When I arrived at the camp, I saw Mustaq lying on the ground and Reema holding a cloth on his face. Blood was all over Mustaq’s face and shirt. Rafiq and Kalam were laughing at Mustaq.
I asked what happened and Shawn said, “Mustaq tried to make Reema suck his cock...he’d it out…was calling her names…Reema said no…” Then Rafiq started laughing and said loud enough for Mustaq to hear, “Ashraf walked up…told Mustaq to leave her alone…Mustaq started to call her another name…Ashraf punched him right in the nose…it has to be broken…”
Kalam then added that Ashraf told Mustaq “If you ever get up…try that again…I’ll break your fucking nose again…” Reema thanked him…Ashraf said he was going fishing…as he can’t stand to watch a pussy cry…Mustaq has been lying there ever since bleeding…” I started laughing with Kalam and Rafiq. The one and only problem I saw was that Reema was nursing Mustaq and trying to help him stop the bleeding. It did not seem that she was mad at Mustaq. While Reema was trying to get Mustaq’s face to quit bleeding, I and Rafiq packed some food and tequila to take down to the river to fish. We fished from the bank, and Reema joined us a half hour or so later to sunbathe. She looked great in her little, tiny string bikini.
We’d a pleasant afternoon. We didn’t catch many fish but did not really care. We spent quite a bit of time just floating in the cool, clear water of the river.
“I’ve a great nightgown to wear tonight at dinner…it’s a low-cut white gown with a cute built-in bra and pretty lace…I saved it for our last night…” Reema said. I told Reema and Rafiq that the fisherman I met were coming for dinner.
“I can’t wear that nightgown in front of strangers…I would be totally embarrassed…” Reema said, the inclusion of the fishermen seemed to worry her. Rafiq tried to argue with her, but soon gave up. I figured it would be easier to talk to her about this later. I actually didn’t know if I really wanted Reema to show off for all these guys again. I was starting to think that I liked monogamy and sex in the privacy of our bedroom. Just before dinner, my fisherman friends, Harish and Bheema, joined us. They brought extra fish to cook, some extra ice to cool off the warm beer we had been drinking. Everyone seemed to like the new guys except maybe Mustaq who was still sulking.
“I can’t wear my nightgown in front of those guys…” taking a look at Harish and Bheema Reema said. Everyone was extremely disappointed that Reema was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. The guys were playfully giving her a very hard time. Reema kept telling everybody that she could not wear her nightgown in front of our guests. Harish and Bheema said that she should not be shy on their account. Ashraf and Rafiq were relentless in their efforts to get her to put on her nightgown. Reema had not shown much skill at saying “No” on this trip, but she was trying. Reema resisted for a long time, but finally came to me and said that they were all going to start crying like little babies if she didn’t put on her nightgown. I was torn between my desire to hide her away and my desire to see her show off her awesome tits to all of the guys. I said okay.
“I can’t believe…I’m going to show my body to these men…I’m not going to be able to look at them with my boobs hanging out…” Reema said. She went into the tent for quite a while. In the meantime, we drank tequila from the bottle and laughed at Mustaq’s nose. This was a tough crowd. Reema came out of the tent in her white lace nightgown. She was stunning, the top part of the gown was like a lace bra. The rest was a thin, white lace gown down to the middle of her thighs. You could see through it well enough to see that she’d not worn panties. The bra built into the top of the gown showed huge amounts of cleavage. Everyone went crazy. Harish and Bheema were damn near drooling. They just openly stared at Reema.
Reema was acting extremely shy. She tried to cover her boobs with her arms and hands. She came and sat down next to me and continued to blush. We ate the fish cooked over the fire and everyone looked at Reema’s cleavage. I thought things were going well. I felt great and Reema was not fucking Mustaq. About that time, Reema got up and walked around the fire. She then sat down next to Mustaq and began to talk quietly with him. I was okay with her talking to him for a few minutes, but it continued. They talked privately for about thirty minutes. Their heads were very close together and the conversation between them never seemed to slow down. Every time she smiled or laughed, I felt jealous. Why was she talking to that asshole?
After a few more minutes, I looked up to see Reema with her hand in Mustaq’s lap rubbing Mustaq’s big cock through his shorts. Mustaq was staring at me with a smug look on his face. One of our guests, Bheema, noticed what she was doing and said to me, “I thought she was your girlfriend…” I was embarrassed, mumbled something about me giving her permission to fool around. I am sure I was not very convincing since I could barely stand to look at her with Mustaq’s big cock in her right hand. Rafiq and Ashraf both saw my discomfort, their solution was to feed me extra tequila. The tequila did not help.
Finally, with a serious look on her face, Reema looked at me and came over to where I was sitting with Rafiq. “We need to talk…” Reema said. I was drunk and said, “You can say whatever you want to say in front of my good friend, Rafiq…”
Reema gave me a look that suggested that this was a bad idea, but she shrugged and calmly said, “I want to have anal sex with Mustaq tonight…he wants to do it in front of everyone… Mustaq us insisting…he is going to call me a bunch of names…do it to me in the middle of the camp…with everyone watching…I really want to do it…”
I was stunned. I was humiliated that Rafiq was hearing her say this to me. I felt like crying. My heart was pounding. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Finally, I managed to tell her “I’ll have anal sex with you if that is what you want…”
“I know you’ll do whatever I want…” Reema replied.
“Then…why do you want to do this with Mustaq?” I questioned her.
“That’s why I wanted to tell you privately…this is embarrassing to admit…I get unbelievably turned on…when Mustaq calls me nasty names in public…sex with me in front of everyone …this is humiliating…but the idea of taking it up the rear…in front of all these guys…is more than I can resist….so I told him I would do it tonight…” Reema sighed and replied.
“Is Mustaq making you do this? We can break his nose again if you would like…” Rafiq spoke up for the first time.
“God…this is humiliating to say…but I just want to have anal sex with Mustaq…be called nasty names by him…I don’t know why…but I do…he wants me to do it in front of everyone …I promised him I would do it….” Reema said.
“God…why Mustaq? Pick anyone but not him…if you’re not going to let me do it…” I said.
“I don’t think you really want me to talk about this…” Reema said shyly while looking down at her feet.
“Yeah, I do…tell me…” I said.
“It’s the size of his cock…it’s really long and thick…it’s exciting to think about…taking a really long…thick cock anally…while being called nasty names…” She blushed and said. I’ve a thick, nine-inch cock and I’d noticed that Mustaq was considerably larger than me.
Rafiq looked at me sympathetically and said, “Are you going to do this out here…in front of your boyfriend and all of us…if you have to do it with that prick…you could at least go do it in private somewhere…”
“Mustaq insisted that we do it…out in the open…with an audience… I didn’t want to do it in the open…but he said that…if I wanted his cock…I’d to do it his way…I ended up giving in …promising I would do it…So, I am going to do it…in front of everyone…” Reema said then turned to me and said, “Is it okay with you?”
It was not even close to okay with me, but I was so humiliated by the entire discussion that I just numbly nodded yes. I thought it was pretty clear I did not really have a choice. Reema was going to be ass fucked by a total loser in front of me. Reema looked too happy with my response. She gave me a quick kiss and hurried back to where Mustaq was sitting. She spoke to Mustaq for a moment and ran back to our tent. She came right out with a camping mattress and set it on the ground near the campfire and in the middle of all the guys. I could tell that Reema was nervous. She looked gorgeous in her white nightgown. I noticed she had a jar of Vaseline in her hand. All of the guys were watching.
Reema was showing a huge amount of cleavage and we could all see her pussy through her lace nightgown. Mustaq walked up behind Reema with athletic tape over his broken nose and grabbed both of Reema’s big, firm boobs and squeezed them roughly.
“Tell everyone what you are going to do…Reema…” Mustaq said.
Reema was blushing and looking embarrassed as she said “Do I’ve to, Mustaq? Why don’t you tell everyone?” I noticed that our guests, Harish and Bheema, were sitting right in front of her and were noticeably excited by seeing Reema getting felt up in front of them.
“I told you to tell them…tell them cunt…” Mustaq growled at her, our guests looked shocked and both glanced at me to see if I was going to do anything about the way Mustaq was talking to Reema. I did nothing since I knew that Reema wanted to be called names.
Reema blushed even more and said quietly, “I want to have anal sex…you don’t have to stay …if you don’t want to see something like this…” she smiled at our guests.
Mustaq was displeased with that introduction. “You stupid whore…all you can do right…is show your tits…and suck cock…tell them you want to be buttfucked…”
Reema whispered, “I want to be buttfucked…”
“Tell them…you want them to watch you take a cock up your ass…” Mustaq said.
“I want you to watch me take a cock up my ass…” Reema said looking up at the guys watching.
“Get on your knees…bitch…show your cleavage to everyone…” Mustaq said. Reema blushed, got on her knees and leaned forward to show everyone down the top of her gown. It was awesome. The guys loved it, especially our guests.
“What do you want tonight. Reema?” Mustaq asked. Reema looked at Mustaq puzzled.
“Let’s see…if you can answer a simple question…tell us…what you want…cunt” Mustaq said.
Reema closed her eyes for a moment and then said, “I want to have anal sex in public…want to be called names…”
“You’re a cocksucker too aren’t you, Reema?” Mustaq asked.
Her initial reaction was to look embarrassed, but soon said, “Yes…”
"I like to put my cock…in this cocksucker’s mouth…she loves to have a hard cock in her mouth…” Mustaq said, pulled down his shorts; put his cock right in front of Reema’s pretty face. Reema smiled at him and opened her mouth to take his cock.
“Lick my balls first…” Mustaq said, Reema crawled a little closer to him and started licking his balls. Harish and Bheema were obviously amazed that they were witnessing this. Reema licked away at Mustaq’s balls for a few minutes; his big tool was getting hard as she licked his hairy balls. Then, he told her to ask him nicely if she could suck his cock.
“Mustaq…May I do that to you?” Reema said.
“Reema…cunt…I told you to ask…if you can suck my cock…now tell me…you’re a cocksucker…you crave my cock in your mouth…. you ignorant bitch…” Mustaq shouted.
Reema turned red, started rubbing her clit and said, “Mustaq…I’m a cocksucker…may I suck your cock…please…” The word "cocksucker" sort of stuck in her throat as she said it.
“Yes, you can…you cock-sucking whore…” Mustaq said and stuck his cock into Reema’s mouth. Mustaq looked happy as Reema sucked hard on his cock.
“You love to have a hard cock in your mouth…don’t you?” Mustaq asked as Reema was taking his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She said something that was incomprehensible that sort of sounded like yes. She was still rubbing her pussy as she sucked his fat cock.
“It’s hard to talk…with a cock in your mouth…isn’t it?” Mustaq asked. Reema made another mumbled sound that sounded like yes.
Mustaq grabbed Reema’s head, jammed his big cock deep in her mouth and then asked her, “Are you ready to be buttfucked?” She mumbled something incoherent with the big cock pumping into her throat.
“What was that? Speak up, cunt!” Mustaq said.
“Yeeeaaaaahhhhh….” Reema said, with a ten-inch cock in her throat.
“Take off your gown…come bend over this chair…” Mustaq said. I felt embarrassed for her and completely humiliated. I was sitting there watching a complete asshole mistreat her. Reema pulled her mouth off of Mustaq’s cock and stood up. She pulled her gown over her head revealing her unbelievable body. Her big breasts bounced slowly after she pulled the gown off. The crowd definitely approved. Trying to avoid eye contact with the guys watching, she bent over the chair.
“Before you take my cock…up your ass…tell everyone…if you’ve buttfucked before…” Mustaq said.
“Yes…I’ve had anal sex before…” Reema looked embarrassed and a little miffed as she said.
“Look at the guys…tell them…when you took a cock…up your pretty little ass last time…” Mustaq said. Reema was facing to the side with her legs straight and was bent at the waist over the camp chair. Her legs were spread apart, she was naked and in the perfect position for everyone to see her boobs jiggle as she took a cock up her ass.
Looking embarrassed, Reema turned her face toward her audience and said “Few days ago… I’d anal sex with my husband…”
“I guess…it’s fair to say…you’re a buttfucking whore…” Mustaq said.
“I don’t know…Mustaq…” Reema said.
“You like taking cock…up your ass…don’t you?” Mustaq said.
“First time it hurt…after that…I liked it…” Reema replied.
“So…your husband knows…you’re a cock-sucker…buttfucking whore…” Mustaq said.
“Yes…I guess so…” Reema looked completely ashamed as she whispered quietly.
“Is your ass…lubed like a good whore?” Mustaq asked.
“Yes…Mustaq…” Reema replied. Mustaq then grabbed her hips and put his cock up against her fine-looking ass. I thought she was about to be impaled on that big cock. Instead, Mustaq said “Beg for my cock in your ass…bitch!”
“Please Mustaq…give me your cock…” Reema said rubbing her pussy.
“Where you want my cock?” Mustaq asked.
“Up my butt!” Reema replied, stared into my eyes with her beautiful big eyes as Mustaq’s big cock went in her ass. I was about to cry. Reema winced in pain as that big pole went up her ass. The thought I’d was that she was telling me goodbye. I will say that nobody should ever have to watch the woman he loves impaled on a giant cock rammed up her ass. I hated it, but my cock was hard watching it. It was almost involuntary.
Mustaq was not gentle. Reema tried to get him to go slow, but within a minute or so, Mustaq’s ten-inch cock was up Reema’s little ass. Her ass did not look big enough for that thing and it probably wasn’t. Reema screamed as she took the cock all the way to the hilt.
“Where is my cock?” Mustaq yelled over Reema’s screams.
“Up my ass…” Reema screamed, rubbing her pussy.
“Tell everyone…what you are doing…” Mustaq yelled.
“God…I’m being ass-fucked…while I rub my pussy…I’m taking a big cock…up my ass…” Reema said between her grunts and screams. In some ways, Reema looked magnificent. She was bent over a chair with her legs straight, naked with her huge full breasts hanging down below her and swaying as she was taking a huge dick up her ass. The guys watching were going crazy they were so excited. Some were yelling crude things to her. Some were cheering her on.
“Reema…would your hubby…be proud of you…if he could see you…now with a bunch of men…watching you naked…bent over a chair…with a cock up your ass…” Mustaq asked.
“Oh God…No….” Reema said, Mustaq continued to fuck her ass for a few minutes; he fucked her hard, she squealed as he did. Then, he pulled his big cock out of her ass. Reema was completely out of breath and appeared to be on the verge of coming. She looked around at Mustaq.
“Stay where you are…” Mustaq said as he walked around Reema and the chair to stand in front of her. I saw what was coming and closed my eyes as I thought “This is too far…she’ll shut this down…”
“Suck my cock…you dirty slut…” I opened my eyes right as Mustaq said. I wanted to jump up and say, “No” but I didn’t. Before I could even think about what I might do, Reema obediently put the shit-covered cock in her mouth and started sucking away. I saw a little frown as she tasted Mustaq’s cock, but she started jamming the big cock down her throat in no time.
Mustaq looked at his audience and said “It’s great to have a whore…who clean her own shit …off of your cock…with her slutty mouth!” Reema heard that, resumed rubbing her pussy and took Mustaq’s cock into her throat all the way to the base. Mustaq grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her face. Reema took his big cock like a champ, she looked beautiful with her lips stretched around the fat base of Mustaq’s cock. She frantically rubbed her pussy as she sucked and soon came. I watched her shudder and heard her groan as she had her orgasm.
“Slut…I want to cum in your ass…” Mustaq said. Reema pulled her lips off of his cock and waited for him to go back behind her. Mustaq immediately rammed his cock back into her sweet little ass. He grabbed her shoulders and fucked her hard. Her big boobs bounced and swayed as she was pounded.
“Take that cock up your slutty ass!” Mustaq yelled.
“Mustaq…fuck my ass…I love your cock…” Reema replied.
Soon Mustaq buried his big cock in Reema’s ass and screamed “Take my cum…you worthless whore!”
I was thinking that this would probably be the last time I would see Reema naked because I was now sure that she would go home with that asshole, Mustaq. So, I tried to remember how good she looked being buttfucked. Mustaq came in Reema’s ass and then he’d her clean off his cock with her mouth. She got on her knees and licked his cock clean for him. Mustaq looked at me and gave me a smug smile as Reema cleaned the shit from her ass off of that asshole’s cock. I took several big gulps of tequila and walked to my tent. My cock was hard as a rock, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I was too depressed. I lay there on my sleeping bag for about an hour. I was incredibly angry and sad as I thought of losing Reema to a total loser in such a humiliating way. I was mad at myself for ever bringing her on the camping trip.
The camp quieted down after a while as my drunk friends went to bed or passed out. I pictured Reema snuggling with Mustaq in his tent. It made me nauseous. About that time, I heard Reema screaming “Let go of me…Help me…” I was wide awake and was out of my tent in an instant. I ran toward Reema’s voice.
“For the last time…let go of me…Mustaq…” Reema screamed, she was dressed in her white nightgown. Mustaq was holding her by her arm trying to talk to her. I arrived and asked what was going on.
“He won’t let me to go to our tent…I’ve been trying for a long time…he is trying to make me stay in his tent…” Reema said, as she tried to get free from Mustaq’s grasp.
“Mustaq…Let her go…”
“Fuck off! Leave us alone!” Mustaq said. I’d taken all I could take from this guy. Without another word, I took a step forward and punched him hard squarely on his broken nose. Mustaq went down in a bloody heap. Reema jumped into my arms. Nothing has ever felt better. We left Mustaq dramatically moaning about his ugly broken nose and went to our tent.
I asked Reema if she still loved me.
“Of-course…” Reema said.
“What about Mustaq?” I asked.
“Gosh…I don’t like anything about Mustaq…except his cock…even his great cock…is not worth dealing with him…I think he means it…when he says all of those mean things to me… I’ve been trying to get to you for over an hour…” Reema said, with that, she gave me a passionate kiss and started rubbing my cock. I did not care that her mouth had been wrapped around Mustaq’s cock after he pulled it out of her ass. I was just excited to be kissing her.
Reema grabbed my hard cock, giggled and said “Wow…breaking Mustaq’s nose gets you excited…” She then climbed on top of me, sat up and straddled me, pushed down the straps on her gown and pulled her firm, heavy tits out of her gown. She grabbed my cock, slipped it into her wet pussy and started riding my cock like she was riding a horse. Her breasts swayed as she rode were spectacular. I wanted to fondle her big tits, but they looked so good swaying and jiggling, I did not touch them. As I fucked her, I heard my friends laughing and making fun of Mustaq and his broken nose.
To be continued….
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I was finishing my breakfast coffee sitting around the campfire with my friends, watching Reema, clean up after breakfast. She looked spectacular, wearing only a lacy white bra and matching panties; she was laughing and joking with all of the guys. I didn’t admit to her, but I loved her madly, but when I woke up that morning, she was naked in the tent of another guy being fucked. I’d opened the tent flap and found her in the doggie position taking a cock from a guy I could not stand, Mustaq. He talked dirty to her and came all over her. In fact, she still had some of his dried cum on her face and chest. After she was finished being fucked, Reema had partially convinced me that what she’d done with Mustaq was done to turn me on.
Despite my worries and simmering anger toward Reema for messing around with that dipshit, Mustaq, I still thought she looked awesome that morning. Her white bra showed off huge amount of cleavage. Every time Reema bent over even slightly she showed even more of her huge cleavage. I’ve always been a cleavage fan. I was getting a hard dick looking at her clean up the camp stove, so I went over to grope her for a minute and talk about our plans for the day. She moaned softly when I gently squeezed both of her giant boobs.
“I want to try to catch some bass today…I think I’ll paddle the boat upstream…drift back and fish along the shore.” I said.
“I might join you later…right now I want to go for a swim…sunbathe for a while…the sand by the river is perfect for getting some sun.” Reema replied. I really wanted her to come with me, but I didn’t want to push it. Instead, I said, “Do me a favour…stay away from that ass face, Mustaq….”
“I’ll try...” Reema replied. I tried again to get her to come with me, but she just gave me a big smile and looked at me with her giant eyes and said, “Don’t worry about me…Go have some fun!”
I left in a boat not feeling very good about the situation with Reema. I paddled up the river and began to fish along the shore. After an hour or so, I saw two guys fishing out of a boat. These were the first people outside of our group we’d seen in days. I struck up a conversation with the two guys who appeared to be in their early mid-40s. We talked about the fishing and I found out that they’d just come in the day before and were camping on the river about a mile from us. They said their names were Harish and Bheema.
“Did you see a naked girl with giant tits swimming in the river this morning… we accidently stumbled upon her early this morning…when we’re fishing…damn near swamped the boat… that was the best-looking girl I’ve ever seen…she didn’t seem to care that we saw her naked ….” Bheema said.
“Yeah…that would be my girlfriend…Reema…you must have seen her taking her bath this morning….” I replied.
“We are not peeping Toms…we just came around the bend fishing the shore…there she was without any clothes….” Bheema said.
“You’re one lucky son of a bitch…if that’s your girlfriend…she was standing on the shore with nothing on…she just waved to us…slowly put on a bra and panties…I wish she was my girlfriend…and you were married to my wife!” Harish said.
“Yeah…if someone saw my fat wife naked…they would think…a whale had somehow beached on the riverbank!” Bheema added. They went on and on about Reema. I liked them, so I invited them to come down and join us for a big fish dinner. They agreed to bring some fish and some ice. We still had lots of beer but had run out of ice a few days earlier. Harish and Bheema made me feel really good about having Reema as my girlfriend. I realized on my own most of the time that she was a spectacular beauty, but sometimes it was nice to hear from third parties how hot she was. All of the talk about Reema brought up my worries, she seemed to be going out of her way to have sex with Mustaq at every opportunity. I liked the fact she was showing off and having sex with my friends, but she really seemed to be into it with Mustaq.
Mustaq was a scumbag. I certainly couldn’t figure out why a lady like Reema would let him put his cock in her. I guess Mustaq was not ugly if you ignored his personality. He had long black hair, a black, droopy moustache and was in pretty good shape. What really worried me was that Mustaq seemed to really turn Reema on with his nasty, mean talk and actions intended to be demeaning to her. I was genuinely worried. I didn’t know what I would do if Reema wanted to keep seeing that asshole after the trip was over. Sometimes I thought I would let Reema do anything to make her happy. Other times I thought that I could not stand the total humiliation of losing Reema or sharing her with a guy I considered to be a complete loser.
I fished for several more hours and came back to the camp. When I arrived, I was concerned because Reema was not sunbathing on the sand. I figured that I was going to find her with someone’s cock in her mouth. I hurried up the path to the camp. When I arrived at the camp, I saw Mustaq lying on the ground and Reema holding a cloth on his face. Blood was all over Mustaq’s face and shirt. Rafiq and Kalam were laughing at Mustaq.
I asked what happened and Shawn said, “Mustaq tried to make Reema suck his cock...he’d it out…was calling her names…Reema said no…” Then Rafiq started laughing and said loud enough for Mustaq to hear, “Ashraf walked up…told Mustaq to leave her alone…Mustaq started to call her another name…Ashraf punched him right in the nose…it has to be broken…”
Kalam then added that Ashraf told Mustaq “If you ever get up…try that again…I’ll break your fucking nose again…” Reema thanked him…Ashraf said he was going fishing…as he can’t stand to watch a pussy cry…Mustaq has been lying there ever since bleeding…” I started laughing with Kalam and Rafiq. The one and only problem I saw was that Reema was nursing Mustaq and trying to help him stop the bleeding. It did not seem that she was mad at Mustaq. While Reema was trying to get Mustaq’s face to quit bleeding, I and Rafiq packed some food and tequila to take down to the river to fish. We fished from the bank, and Reema joined us a half hour or so later to sunbathe. She looked great in her little, tiny string bikini.
We’d a pleasant afternoon. We didn’t catch many fish but did not really care. We spent quite a bit of time just floating in the cool, clear water of the river.
“I’ve a great nightgown to wear tonight at dinner…it’s a low-cut white gown with a cute built-in bra and pretty lace…I saved it for our last night…” Reema said. I told Reema and Rafiq that the fisherman I met were coming for dinner.
“I can’t wear that nightgown in front of strangers…I would be totally embarrassed…” Reema said, the inclusion of the fishermen seemed to worry her. Rafiq tried to argue with her, but soon gave up. I figured it would be easier to talk to her about this later. I actually didn’t know if I really wanted Reema to show off for all these guys again. I was starting to think that I liked monogamy and sex in the privacy of our bedroom. Just before dinner, my fisherman friends, Harish and Bheema, joined us. They brought extra fish to cook, some extra ice to cool off the warm beer we had been drinking. Everyone seemed to like the new guys except maybe Mustaq who was still sulking.
“I can’t wear my nightgown in front of those guys…” taking a look at Harish and Bheema Reema said. Everyone was extremely disappointed that Reema was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. The guys were playfully giving her a very hard time. Reema kept telling everybody that she could not wear her nightgown in front of our guests. Harish and Bheema said that she should not be shy on their account. Ashraf and Rafiq were relentless in their efforts to get her to put on her nightgown. Reema had not shown much skill at saying “No” on this trip, but she was trying. Reema resisted for a long time, but finally came to me and said that they were all going to start crying like little babies if she didn’t put on her nightgown. I was torn between my desire to hide her away and my desire to see her show off her awesome tits to all of the guys. I said okay.
“I can’t believe…I’m going to show my body to these men…I’m not going to be able to look at them with my boobs hanging out…” Reema said. She went into the tent for quite a while. In the meantime, we drank tequila from the bottle and laughed at Mustaq’s nose. This was a tough crowd. Reema came out of the tent in her white lace nightgown. She was stunning, the top part of the gown was like a lace bra. The rest was a thin, white lace gown down to the middle of her thighs. You could see through it well enough to see that she’d not worn panties. The bra built into the top of the gown showed huge amounts of cleavage. Everyone went crazy. Harish and Bheema were damn near drooling. They just openly stared at Reema.
Reema was acting extremely shy. She tried to cover her boobs with her arms and hands. She came and sat down next to me and continued to blush. We ate the fish cooked over the fire and everyone looked at Reema’s cleavage. I thought things were going well. I felt great and Reema was not fucking Mustaq. About that time, Reema got up and walked around the fire. She then sat down next to Mustaq and began to talk quietly with him. I was okay with her talking to him for a few minutes, but it continued. They talked privately for about thirty minutes. Their heads were very close together and the conversation between them never seemed to slow down. Every time she smiled or laughed, I felt jealous. Why was she talking to that asshole?
After a few more minutes, I looked up to see Reema with her hand in Mustaq’s lap rubbing Mustaq’s big cock through his shorts. Mustaq was staring at me with a smug look on his face. One of our guests, Bheema, noticed what she was doing and said to me, “I thought she was your girlfriend…” I was embarrassed, mumbled something about me giving her permission to fool around. I am sure I was not very convincing since I could barely stand to look at her with Mustaq’s big cock in her right hand. Rafiq and Ashraf both saw my discomfort, their solution was to feed me extra tequila. The tequila did not help.
Finally, with a serious look on her face, Reema looked at me and came over to where I was sitting with Rafiq. “We need to talk…” Reema said. I was drunk and said, “You can say whatever you want to say in front of my good friend, Rafiq…”
Reema gave me a look that suggested that this was a bad idea, but she shrugged and calmly said, “I want to have anal sex with Mustaq tonight…he wants to do it in front of everyone… Mustaq us insisting…he is going to call me a bunch of names…do it to me in the middle of the camp…with everyone watching…I really want to do it…”
I was stunned. I was humiliated that Rafiq was hearing her say this to me. I felt like crying. My heart was pounding. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Finally, I managed to tell her “I’ll have anal sex with you if that is what you want…”
“I know you’ll do whatever I want…” Reema replied.
“Then…why do you want to do this with Mustaq?” I questioned her.
“That’s why I wanted to tell you privately…this is embarrassing to admit…I get unbelievably turned on…when Mustaq calls me nasty names in public…sex with me in front of everyone …this is humiliating…but the idea of taking it up the rear…in front of all these guys…is more than I can resist….so I told him I would do it tonight…” Reema sighed and replied.
“Is Mustaq making you do this? We can break his nose again if you would like…” Rafiq spoke up for the first time.
“God…this is humiliating to say…but I just want to have anal sex with Mustaq…be called nasty names by him…I don’t know why…but I do…he wants me to do it in front of everyone …I promised him I would do it….” Reema said.
“God…why Mustaq? Pick anyone but not him…if you’re not going to let me do it…” I said.
“I don’t think you really want me to talk about this…” Reema said shyly while looking down at her feet.
“Yeah, I do…tell me…” I said.
“It’s the size of his cock…it’s really long and thick…it’s exciting to think about…taking a really long…thick cock anally…while being called nasty names…” She blushed and said. I’ve a thick, nine-inch cock and I’d noticed that Mustaq was considerably larger than me.
Rafiq looked at me sympathetically and said, “Are you going to do this out here…in front of your boyfriend and all of us…if you have to do it with that prick…you could at least go do it in private somewhere…”
“Mustaq insisted that we do it…out in the open…with an audience… I didn’t want to do it in the open…but he said that…if I wanted his cock…I’d to do it his way…I ended up giving in …promising I would do it…So, I am going to do it…in front of everyone…” Reema said then turned to me and said, “Is it okay with you?”
It was not even close to okay with me, but I was so humiliated by the entire discussion that I just numbly nodded yes. I thought it was pretty clear I did not really have a choice. Reema was going to be ass fucked by a total loser in front of me. Reema looked too happy with my response. She gave me a quick kiss and hurried back to where Mustaq was sitting. She spoke to Mustaq for a moment and ran back to our tent. She came right out with a camping mattress and set it on the ground near the campfire and in the middle of all the guys. I could tell that Reema was nervous. She looked gorgeous in her white nightgown. I noticed she had a jar of Vaseline in her hand. All of the guys were watching.
Reema was showing a huge amount of cleavage and we could all see her pussy through her lace nightgown. Mustaq walked up behind Reema with athletic tape over his broken nose and grabbed both of Reema’s big, firm boobs and squeezed them roughly.
“Tell everyone what you are going to do…Reema…” Mustaq said.
Reema was blushing and looking embarrassed as she said “Do I’ve to, Mustaq? Why don’t you tell everyone?” I noticed that our guests, Harish and Bheema, were sitting right in front of her and were noticeably excited by seeing Reema getting felt up in front of them.
“I told you to tell them…tell them cunt…” Mustaq growled at her, our guests looked shocked and both glanced at me to see if I was going to do anything about the way Mustaq was talking to Reema. I did nothing since I knew that Reema wanted to be called names.
Reema blushed even more and said quietly, “I want to have anal sex…you don’t have to stay …if you don’t want to see something like this…” she smiled at our guests.
Mustaq was displeased with that introduction. “You stupid whore…all you can do right…is show your tits…and suck cock…tell them you want to be buttfucked…”
Reema whispered, “I want to be buttfucked…”
“Tell them…you want them to watch you take a cock up your ass…” Mustaq said.
“I want you to watch me take a cock up my ass…” Reema said looking up at the guys watching.
“Get on your knees…bitch…show your cleavage to everyone…” Mustaq said. Reema blushed, got on her knees and leaned forward to show everyone down the top of her gown. It was awesome. The guys loved it, especially our guests.
“What do you want tonight. Reema?” Mustaq asked. Reema looked at Mustaq puzzled.
“Let’s see…if you can answer a simple question…tell us…what you want…cunt” Mustaq said.
Reema closed her eyes for a moment and then said, “I want to have anal sex in public…want to be called names…”
“You’re a cocksucker too aren’t you, Reema?” Mustaq asked.
Her initial reaction was to look embarrassed, but soon said, “Yes…”
"I like to put my cock…in this cocksucker’s mouth…she loves to have a hard cock in her mouth…” Mustaq said, pulled down his shorts; put his cock right in front of Reema’s pretty face. Reema smiled at him and opened her mouth to take his cock.
“Lick my balls first…” Mustaq said, Reema crawled a little closer to him and started licking his balls. Harish and Bheema were obviously amazed that they were witnessing this. Reema licked away at Mustaq’s balls for a few minutes; his big tool was getting hard as she licked his hairy balls. Then, he told her to ask him nicely if she could suck his cock.
“Mustaq…May I do that to you?” Reema said.
“Reema…cunt…I told you to ask…if you can suck my cock…now tell me…you’re a cocksucker…you crave my cock in your mouth…. you ignorant bitch…” Mustaq shouted.
Reema turned red, started rubbing her clit and said, “Mustaq…I’m a cocksucker…may I suck your cock…please…” The word "cocksucker" sort of stuck in her throat as she said it.
“Yes, you can…you cock-sucking whore…” Mustaq said and stuck his cock into Reema’s mouth. Mustaq looked happy as Reema sucked hard on his cock.
“You love to have a hard cock in your mouth…don’t you?” Mustaq asked as Reema was taking his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She said something that was incomprehensible that sort of sounded like yes. She was still rubbing her pussy as she sucked his fat cock.
“It’s hard to talk…with a cock in your mouth…isn’t it?” Mustaq asked. Reema made another mumbled sound that sounded like yes.
Mustaq grabbed Reema’s head, jammed his big cock deep in her mouth and then asked her, “Are you ready to be buttfucked?” She mumbled something incoherent with the big cock pumping into her throat.
“What was that? Speak up, cunt!” Mustaq said.
“Yeeeaaaaahhhhh….” Reema said, with a ten-inch cock in her throat.
“Take off your gown…come bend over this chair…” Mustaq said. I felt embarrassed for her and completely humiliated. I was sitting there watching a complete asshole mistreat her. Reema pulled her mouth off of Mustaq’s cock and stood up. She pulled her gown over her head revealing her unbelievable body. Her big breasts bounced slowly after she pulled the gown off. The crowd definitely approved. Trying to avoid eye contact with the guys watching, she bent over the chair.
“Before you take my cock…up your ass…tell everyone…if you’ve buttfucked before…” Mustaq said.
“Yes…I’ve had anal sex before…” Reema looked embarrassed and a little miffed as she said.
“Look at the guys…tell them…when you took a cock…up your pretty little ass last time…” Mustaq said. Reema was facing to the side with her legs straight and was bent at the waist over the camp chair. Her legs were spread apart, she was naked and in the perfect position for everyone to see her boobs jiggle as she took a cock up her ass.
Looking embarrassed, Reema turned her face toward her audience and said “Few days ago… I’d anal sex with my husband…”
“I guess…it’s fair to say…you’re a buttfucking whore…” Mustaq said.
“I don’t know…Mustaq…” Reema said.
“You like taking cock…up your ass…don’t you?” Mustaq said.
“First time it hurt…after that…I liked it…” Reema replied.
“So…your husband knows…you’re a cock-sucker…buttfucking whore…” Mustaq said.
“Yes…I guess so…” Reema looked completely ashamed as she whispered quietly.
“Is your ass…lubed like a good whore?” Mustaq asked.
“Yes…Mustaq…” Reema replied. Mustaq then grabbed her hips and put his cock up against her fine-looking ass. I thought she was about to be impaled on that big cock. Instead, Mustaq said “Beg for my cock in your ass…bitch!”
“Please Mustaq…give me your cock…” Reema said rubbing her pussy.
“Where you want my cock?” Mustaq asked.
“Up my butt!” Reema replied, stared into my eyes with her beautiful big eyes as Mustaq’s big cock went in her ass. I was about to cry. Reema winced in pain as that big pole went up her ass. The thought I’d was that she was telling me goodbye. I will say that nobody should ever have to watch the woman he loves impaled on a giant cock rammed up her ass. I hated it, but my cock was hard watching it. It was almost involuntary.
Mustaq was not gentle. Reema tried to get him to go slow, but within a minute or so, Mustaq’s ten-inch cock was up Reema’s little ass. Her ass did not look big enough for that thing and it probably wasn’t. Reema screamed as she took the cock all the way to the hilt.
“Where is my cock?” Mustaq yelled over Reema’s screams.
“Up my ass…” Reema screamed, rubbing her pussy.
“Tell everyone…what you are doing…” Mustaq yelled.
“God…I’m being ass-fucked…while I rub my pussy…I’m taking a big cock…up my ass…” Reema said between her grunts and screams. In some ways, Reema looked magnificent. She was bent over a chair with her legs straight, naked with her huge full breasts hanging down below her and swaying as she was taking a huge dick up her ass. The guys watching were going crazy they were so excited. Some were yelling crude things to her. Some were cheering her on.
“Reema…would your hubby…be proud of you…if he could see you…now with a bunch of men…watching you naked…bent over a chair…with a cock up your ass…” Mustaq asked.
“Oh God…No….” Reema said, Mustaq continued to fuck her ass for a few minutes; he fucked her hard, she squealed as he did. Then, he pulled his big cock out of her ass. Reema was completely out of breath and appeared to be on the verge of coming. She looked around at Mustaq.
“Stay where you are…” Mustaq said as he walked around Reema and the chair to stand in front of her. I saw what was coming and closed my eyes as I thought “This is too far…she’ll shut this down…”
“Suck my cock…you dirty slut…” I opened my eyes right as Mustaq said. I wanted to jump up and say, “No” but I didn’t. Before I could even think about what I might do, Reema obediently put the shit-covered cock in her mouth and started sucking away. I saw a little frown as she tasted Mustaq’s cock, but she started jamming the big cock down her throat in no time.
Mustaq looked at his audience and said “It’s great to have a whore…who clean her own shit …off of your cock…with her slutty mouth!” Reema heard that, resumed rubbing her pussy and took Mustaq’s cock into her throat all the way to the base. Mustaq grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her face. Reema took his big cock like a champ, she looked beautiful with her lips stretched around the fat base of Mustaq’s cock. She frantically rubbed her pussy as she sucked and soon came. I watched her shudder and heard her groan as she had her orgasm.
“Slut…I want to cum in your ass…” Mustaq said. Reema pulled her lips off of his cock and waited for him to go back behind her. Mustaq immediately rammed his cock back into her sweet little ass. He grabbed her shoulders and fucked her hard. Her big boobs bounced and swayed as she was pounded.
“Take that cock up your slutty ass!” Mustaq yelled.
“Mustaq…fuck my ass…I love your cock…” Reema replied.
Soon Mustaq buried his big cock in Reema’s ass and screamed “Take my cum…you worthless whore!”
I was thinking that this would probably be the last time I would see Reema naked because I was now sure that she would go home with that asshole, Mustaq. So, I tried to remember how good she looked being buttfucked. Mustaq came in Reema’s ass and then he’d her clean off his cock with her mouth. She got on her knees and licked his cock clean for him. Mustaq looked at me and gave me a smug smile as Reema cleaned the shit from her ass off of that asshole’s cock. I took several big gulps of tequila and walked to my tent. My cock was hard as a rock, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I was too depressed. I lay there on my sleeping bag for about an hour. I was incredibly angry and sad as I thought of losing Reema to a total loser in such a humiliating way. I was mad at myself for ever bringing her on the camping trip.
The camp quieted down after a while as my drunk friends went to bed or passed out. I pictured Reema snuggling with Mustaq in his tent. It made me nauseous. About that time, I heard Reema screaming “Let go of me…Help me…” I was wide awake and was out of my tent in an instant. I ran toward Reema’s voice.
“For the last time…let go of me…Mustaq…” Reema screamed, she was dressed in her white nightgown. Mustaq was holding her by her arm trying to talk to her. I arrived and asked what was going on.
“He won’t let me to go to our tent…I’ve been trying for a long time…he is trying to make me stay in his tent…” Reema said, as she tried to get free from Mustaq’s grasp.
“Mustaq…Let her go…”
“Fuck off! Leave us alone!” Mustaq said. I’d taken all I could take from this guy. Without another word, I took a step forward and punched him hard squarely on his broken nose. Mustaq went down in a bloody heap. Reema jumped into my arms. Nothing has ever felt better. We left Mustaq dramatically moaning about his ugly broken nose and went to our tent.
I asked Reema if she still loved me.
“Of-course…” Reema said.
“What about Mustaq?” I asked.
“Gosh…I don’t like anything about Mustaq…except his cock…even his great cock…is not worth dealing with him…I think he means it…when he says all of those mean things to me… I’ve been trying to get to you for over an hour…” Reema said, with that, she gave me a passionate kiss and started rubbing my cock. I did not care that her mouth had been wrapped around Mustaq’s cock after he pulled it out of her ass. I was just excited to be kissing her.
Reema grabbed my hard cock, giggled and said “Wow…breaking Mustaq’s nose gets you excited…” She then climbed on top of me, sat up and straddled me, pushed down the straps on her gown and pulled her firm, heavy tits out of her gown. She grabbed my cock, slipped it into her wet pussy and started riding my cock like she was riding a horse. Her breasts swayed as she rode were spectacular. I wanted to fondle her big tits, but they looked so good swaying and jiggling, I did not touch them. As I fucked her, I heard my friends laughing and making fun of Mustaq and his broken nose.
To be continued….
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