27-01-2024, 09:59 AM
Nadir continues:
Meena was always the centre of attention everywhere.
Men and even sometimes women were interested in her and looked at her and if they were brave enough, tried to flirt with her.
There is a poem in my native language that says something like this: “That one who has a pretty face, body or hair is not beloved - You will be a slave of one who has something special, a thrilling and ravishing manner and look, to the highest degree.” Meena was and is still such a woman. This emphasized her immediate superior in the university once when we were talking about her. He as faculty dean was one that played a big role in her career advancement.
I noticed that Meena is aware of this matter and enjoys all that and would like to let people even to flirt.
That bothered me at first but then I got used to it and later I enjoyed it too.
If a man was even a little impudent and Meena allowed him to flirt, I was sexually excited and I felt my cock waking up!
I must admit, at this moment in my room sitting after hearing about her dream, my feelings are mixed.
Knowing that her well hung uncle possessed her bothered me.
I imagined the last occasions of their getting together and how Meena spread her legs for him or how he lifted her whole and lowered her onto his pole and she made such a din when his member slid in. This imagining at the same time is so arousing for me that I become an erection at once and think if he was there and not dead, perhaps I would prepare their meeting and sex-having sessions, personally!
This gives me a twitch in my erection and a stronger feeling of pleasure.
I think about the noise of their mating those nights, which was so annoying and grating,
did I spend those nights of their private meetings, sorrowful in my shed? I honestly don't think so! I was often if not always sexually excited, for sure…
Yes, I was jealous, but sad? I don’t think. You can not be sorrowful and at the same time, aroused and erected!
And what about love? Even when I sat alone while my Meena was impaled on his bone, I could still say that my love for her was not dead.
In a corner of my house, could I tell, her old, fat uncle was banging my wife hard and doing this so well that bedsteads were creaking and complaining, and I, while highly excited was sitting with a hard cock in another corner…
At those moments have I felt a true pain when he had her yes word to conquer her body and emptying his manhood thoroughly into her? I don’t think. I am sure at this moment, there was deep in my heart or mind no real pain.
Those days in between their sessions I was thinkings to speak with him seriously to stop screwing my honey, did I do that? No. Why not? May be because deep in my awareness I was enjoying this all!
Did I scream or cry watching her while she was responding with her body to his, when his large manhood was feeding her?
With my pole extremely hard and stiff as I watched them melt together in my guesthouse, did I feel frustrated and pained? I don’t remember so!
She lay down naked under him as he pushed his rod in and take pleasure from the pussy of my pretty young spouse. I saw it and stayed calm, silent, and aroused!
Deep in my consciousness I knew every day, he has had her days ago, he will have her again and will flood his seed in her and it should cut my heart like a knife and my heart bleed, but did it?
No, not really.
The truth is I sat at those days and nights alone in despair, and instead stopping their morally and ethically not accepted behaviour, accepted that craziness and impudence and even welcomed that the old Mansour’s pole plough My Meena’s velvet-like furrow.
And I knew that afterwards there will not be a scene, I knew I am beaten one time more and this time again, I will not start a row.
Every day I knew Meena is her uncle’s now and belongs in his bed.
So, I know now that visions of her with her legs spread wide for her uncle Mansi, shall run continually through my brain for ever.
To call things by the name, Meena was those days actually Mansour’s willing whore, his slut through and through.
She gave him the right to enjoy her body when he wanted, and when he asked, she couldn’t offer any resistance, she was his possession to use as he chose, and when he commanded she always obeyed.
In her climax she had screamed as he shot his hot cream deep in her cunt and filled her with his strong manly seed!
Again and again Meena willingly submitted to his will as he flooded her womb throughout those nights long.
I remember some certain moments that my Meena repeatedly begged him, over and over again, to be used.
When I heard her scream and saw the heat of her lust, as he entered her body once more, I felt faint and knew that I should leave them alone but once again there in the dark, I still had to hear and watch, so I stayed.
I saw Meena’s white breasts press softly on his hairy chest, as she kisses and holds him tight.
I saw his hands wander freely on my her soft warm skin, and she moans words of extasy as he explores her dark and intime places.
I saw him suck her pink nipples that were standing so proud, and I heard her sighing gently to his teasing.
I saw her smile lovingly as she opened her thighs for him and his hard rod, and saw her moans with the pleasure to his deep penetration.
I saw him bury it deep right up to his balls, while she writhes and moans at his manly invasion with long drawn-out groans.
I saw at the end of their mating as he emptied his seed into my pretty young wife.
These are even now the sights in my mind’s eye, and now I sit alone here and after these thinkings, imaginations and picturing I feel a joyful heat in my inside, and my heart beats much faster. I am highly aroused and need a satisfaction.
***
To be continued…
Meena was always the centre of attention everywhere.
Men and even sometimes women were interested in her and looked at her and if they were brave enough, tried to flirt with her.
There is a poem in my native language that says something like this: “That one who has a pretty face, body or hair is not beloved - You will be a slave of one who has something special, a thrilling and ravishing manner and look, to the highest degree.” Meena was and is still such a woman. This emphasized her immediate superior in the university once when we were talking about her. He as faculty dean was one that played a big role in her career advancement.
I noticed that Meena is aware of this matter and enjoys all that and would like to let people even to flirt.
That bothered me at first but then I got used to it and later I enjoyed it too.
If a man was even a little impudent and Meena allowed him to flirt, I was sexually excited and I felt my cock waking up!
I must admit, at this moment in my room sitting after hearing about her dream, my feelings are mixed.
Knowing that her well hung uncle possessed her bothered me.
I imagined the last occasions of their getting together and how Meena spread her legs for him or how he lifted her whole and lowered her onto his pole and she made such a din when his member slid in. This imagining at the same time is so arousing for me that I become an erection at once and think if he was there and not dead, perhaps I would prepare their meeting and sex-having sessions, personally!
This gives me a twitch in my erection and a stronger feeling of pleasure.
I think about the noise of their mating those nights, which was so annoying and grating,
did I spend those nights of their private meetings, sorrowful in my shed? I honestly don't think so! I was often if not always sexually excited, for sure…
Yes, I was jealous, but sad? I don’t think. You can not be sorrowful and at the same time, aroused and erected!
And what about love? Even when I sat alone while my Meena was impaled on his bone, I could still say that my love for her was not dead.
In a corner of my house, could I tell, her old, fat uncle was banging my wife hard and doing this so well that bedsteads were creaking and complaining, and I, while highly excited was sitting with a hard cock in another corner…
At those moments have I felt a true pain when he had her yes word to conquer her body and emptying his manhood thoroughly into her? I don’t think. I am sure at this moment, there was deep in my heart or mind no real pain.
Those days in between their sessions I was thinkings to speak with him seriously to stop screwing my honey, did I do that? No. Why not? May be because deep in my awareness I was enjoying this all!
Did I scream or cry watching her while she was responding with her body to his, when his large manhood was feeding her?
With my pole extremely hard and stiff as I watched them melt together in my guesthouse, did I feel frustrated and pained? I don’t remember so!
She lay down naked under him as he pushed his rod in and take pleasure from the pussy of my pretty young spouse. I saw it and stayed calm, silent, and aroused!
Deep in my consciousness I knew every day, he has had her days ago, he will have her again and will flood his seed in her and it should cut my heart like a knife and my heart bleed, but did it?
No, not really.
The truth is I sat at those days and nights alone in despair, and instead stopping their morally and ethically not accepted behaviour, accepted that craziness and impudence and even welcomed that the old Mansour’s pole plough My Meena’s velvet-like furrow.
And I knew that afterwards there will not be a scene, I knew I am beaten one time more and this time again, I will not start a row.
Every day I knew Meena is her uncle’s now and belongs in his bed.
So, I know now that visions of her with her legs spread wide for her uncle Mansi, shall run continually through my brain for ever.
To call things by the name, Meena was those days actually Mansour’s willing whore, his slut through and through.
She gave him the right to enjoy her body when he wanted, and when he asked, she couldn’t offer any resistance, she was his possession to use as he chose, and when he commanded she always obeyed.
In her climax she had screamed as he shot his hot cream deep in her cunt and filled her with his strong manly seed!
Again and again Meena willingly submitted to his will as he flooded her womb throughout those nights long.
I remember some certain moments that my Meena repeatedly begged him, over and over again, to be used.
When I heard her scream and saw the heat of her lust, as he entered her body once more, I felt faint and knew that I should leave them alone but once again there in the dark, I still had to hear and watch, so I stayed.
I saw Meena’s white breasts press softly on his hairy chest, as she kisses and holds him tight.
I saw his hands wander freely on my her soft warm skin, and she moans words of extasy as he explores her dark and intime places.
I saw him suck her pink nipples that were standing so proud, and I heard her sighing gently to his teasing.
I saw her smile lovingly as she opened her thighs for him and his hard rod, and saw her moans with the pleasure to his deep penetration.
I saw him bury it deep right up to his balls, while she writhes and moans at his manly invasion with long drawn-out groans.
I saw at the end of their mating as he emptied his seed into my pretty young wife.
These are even now the sights in my mind’s eye, and now I sit alone here and after these thinkings, imaginations and picturing I feel a joyful heat in my inside, and my heart beats much faster. I am highly aroused and need a satisfaction.
***
To be continued…
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