Pakistani Asma Nasir Ch. 06

She raised her hips and buttocks to him, her damp, squirming loins offered in complete servitude. Her hands found his hair once more and gently caught themselves into it as she wailed from the depths of her soul. Shame, degradation, morals, pride; all were blotted out of her mind as she lewdly tried to pull his sucking face tighter into the throbbing, widespread slit of her loins, while the insane delight of hedonistic pleasure took complete charge over her nakedly squirming body.

"It's fuck time, Asma... the moment when I fill that itching, slutty cunt of yours to the brim with this cock of mine." Asma couldn't move. It was as if she were mesmerized... with her trembling thighs raised and spread open to him, her swollen breasts heaving with her short, panting breaths, her belly quivering erotically while her eyes sought his hard, swollen, thick cock spearing out from his hairy loins in her direction. It was going to happen.

"Oh Allah... ooohhh Allahhhh." she wailed when he crawled up over her, holding himself aloft with his hands pinioning down her shoulders to the bed. Then, he lowered his face and sucked the exposed nipple of one breast into his mouth greedily, sinking his strong teeth into it painfully and causing her to writhe and groan aloud at the sharp paroxysm of enticing agony it brought her.

"Now... take it in your hand, Asma, and put it in that hot, waiting cunt... just the tip of it," he ordered, his now lust-inflamed eyes gleaming down at her.

Asma gasped audibly as her hand tried to encircled his thick, throbbing cock, an expression of unavoidable fear freezing her face when she truly realized the enormity of the rock-hard pole of hot flesh that her hand could not even half encircle. Afsar lowered his heavy hips while Asma spread her thighs as wide as she could and guided his heavy cock-tip toward the waiting moist opening of her vagina, using its hard bulbous head to part the blood-filled, fleshy lips of her cunt, her brain whirling in both fear and anticipation. She moaned, twisting her head as an erotic shudder passed over her at the electrifying contact of the firm, huge mushroom-shaped tip with the sensitive flesh of her needing pussy. She hardly dared breathe as she lay beneath him, waiting... until he flicked his hips slightly forward to cause a sharp little pain from the stretching pressure of his cock at the elastic opening of her vagina.

"Aaaggghhh...." she choked, more in fear than pain... and he pressed again, more insistently. "Ooohhhh Allah," she gasped out with real meaning this time, as the huge tip forced its way into the snug, unused elastic mouth, stretching the tender, resilient flesh until she was certain she was being torn from the almost unbearable pressure. "Oh stop... stop. You're tearing me. No, nooooo no." she wailed up to him, but his expression told her the futileness of her pleas. Asma stared at him through pain-glazed eyes. She had bitten off more than she could chew. Relentlessly, mercilessly, he kept up his slow, torturous impalement into her slowly expanding cunt.

"Aaaunuggghhhhh." she grunted gutturally to the feeding of his thick cock inch by excruciating inch into her, until his face was a mask of total lust... as if the sight of her body trying to absorb his heavy prick pushing at the tight mouth of her vagina was more than he could bear, and with an excited glance down at her widespread, upraised loins, he thrust forward brutally, sending his wide, hard thick, stone-hard cock meat up into her cuntal passage.

"Oh... ooohhhh... aaanuuggghhhhhhh." Asma screamed beneath him as the thick, blood-inflated head ploughed the tight resisting walls of her still wet channel. It plunged deep into her belly until she could feel his full, sperm-bloated balls slapping between the upturned cheeks of her clenched buttocks.

"Oooonh Allah, merciful Allah," she whimpered, unmoving now, not daring to even breath unless she was split apart. Her belly was stuffed full with his massive cock and her vaginal passage felt as if he had scoured the tender, sensitive flesh raw with his penetration. The massive, thick shaft of hard flesh's every wrinkle, ridge and vein discernible to her as it lay buried deep inside her quaking loins. For a moment, he too lay still and heavy upon her, his breathing raspy... then, he flexed his cock deep inside the clinging flesh of her vaginal sheath, worming the thick pole another fraction of an inch deeper into her. Again and again, he repeated the action, each time raising further tearful pleas from deep in her throat... until unbelievably, her passage seemed to grow accustomed to his abnormal size... her whimpers lessening with the subsiding of numbing pain, and Afsar began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly up into her waiting genitals, stretching the walls of her vagina until little mewls of growing pleasure began to bubble from her tongue moistened lips.

Patiently now, Afsar levered himself above her while she purred in growing delight beneath him, using short teasing strokes that caused her spread-eagled body to react of its own volition. She was no longer trying to fight against the pleasures of lust that were nibbling at the nerve-ends of her aroused flesh, but to surrender to them. She was enjoying being a slut. In her building ecstasy, the mere thought alone sent additional chills of excitement spiralling the length of her spine as she felt the easy tempo of his heavy cock begin longer, probing thrusts into her wet and throbbing pussy. As he increased his pace and the length of his stroke, Asma sensed her whole being responding rapturously, and she squirmed and writhed with abandon under him.

He dropped his mouth to hers and she thrust her long tongue upward between his lips to be sucked, while she moaned incessantly in passion-filled acceptance

to whatever sexual whim his mind could conceive. She began to raise her groin to him in simultaneous rhythm to his every downward plunge, her desire-contorted face grimacing wantonly while her mouth opened and closed against his lips, and her nostrils flared in surrender.

He slid his hands down her sides and beneath the smooth rounded spheres of her tense buttocks, clutching them in his hands and feeling them clench and unclench, the satiny flesh warm and resilient as his fingers played with her garter belt. Asma groaned, her breath lodging in her throat as he pulled her tighter to his loins, drawing back her thighs further to widen the moist, clasping hole of her cunt in reception to his thrusting cock. She rolled her head in unrestrained ecstasy, the last twinges of pain long gone from her desire-filled body, her legs on either side of his thick, impaling cock quivering and twitching, as her tongue slithered in and out of his mouth in an oral fucking semblance, while velvety noises of rapture gurgled from deep down in her throat. Never before in her life had she known anything to equal this.

The lewd sucking of her cunt and arse was the accompaniment to his cock searching the furthest recesses of her belly, filling her like some warm thing that had crawled deep inside her to remain forever. Asma learnt that when she tensed her thighs, straining the muscles and cords of her neck and back, writhing her cunt up tight against him, then the intensity of her ecstasy was nearly brain shattering. Oh God, she had never in her most remote dreams believed that such pleasure could come from lying in under a man and being fucked into a complete slut. She was wanted to give back to her partner as much and more as he was giving to her.

God... what heavenly bliss. Afsar had begun to plunge into her now with even more force, lengthening his stroke as well as quickening it, drawing his heavy cock nearly out of the tight, moist channel clasping around it, then back thrusting into her upraised loins until his aching balls slapped hard against the hairless, puckered little hole of her anus. His long, thick cock throbbed with the mounting pressure building within his bloated sac, and his head reeled with his increasing lust. He'd reached the point where he knew he'd have to cum soon or burst. He gaped downward at where his cock was slipping smoothly in and out of her moist, grasping cunt, concentrating on the feel of the raw folds of her clasping pussy, clinging to his furiously hammering shaft of hot flesh.

Again, he worked at increasing his pace and deepening his thrusts as she writhed beneath him, grinding up and down his cock with unbelievable frenzy, her legs jerking, her toes curling as she thrust her thighs wide and upward. The first indication he'd had that she was nearing her climax came, "Oh... oh Allah... Merciful Allah. Har-Harder... harder, more," Asma cried in her frenzy, trying to raise her buttocks higher to him. She sensed her womb opening and the mouth of her sodden slit expanding even further to receive his cock. Her hands clutched at his broad back, her nails gouging a red-streaked path down to his flexing buttocks.

Ruthlessly, he pressed his hands behind her knees, thrusting them back hard until they framed her head on either side, bringing the plane of her squirming loins up higher and also wider open to his merciless assault into her receptively clenching cunt. "Oooohhhhh... oooooohhhhhhh... ooooohhhhhhh...." Asma began to chant, her face retaining only the slightest resemblance of her natural expression as the wildness of her passion sensuously distorted her normal features. Afsar grunted, thrusting hard and deep in his effort to plunge his wickedly throbbing cock far up into the tender sanctuary beyond her uterus, while she shoved her quivering belly up hard to skewer herself frantically onto the stake of hard flesh her cunt was endeavouring to suck the life from. She drew his thick, moist tongue hungrily into her mouth, swallowing with greed at the droplets of his saliva running down it in her wild, untamed excitement. The next thing she knew her body was matching his battering plunges with her rhythmic upthrusts, while he watched her swaying, hard nippled tits heave and quiver below him.

Asma convulsed in under him and her head began to flail from side to side in a wild sign of ecstasy. "Oh... ooohhh Allllaaaahhhhh. Yesss... Blessed Allah It's-it's going to happen. I-I'm going to cum. Ooohhhhh yesssss... I'm cuuummmmiiinnnggggg...."

Afsar slammed his rigid cock deep into her quaking belly, feeling the hot, white semen amassing within his pulsating balls as they beat a steady tattoo against the grinding cheeks of her buttocks. He was ready with his explosion and with kneading hands cupping the widespread cheeks of her arse hard up against his ramming pelvis he pounded his cock to the hilt in her soft, unresisting cunt. In her bliss, Asma felt the new sweet pain growing warmly in her insides as the head of his deeply sunk cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her inner organs. It began to spurt. She could feel the hot, white liquid shooting into her like molten fire, sloshing around her dilated womb like a vat of seething hot lava. The very pores of her cuntal-walls opened to it, oozing forth their answer, spilling her warm secretions into the already flooded cavern of her used pussy.

She reached frantically beneath her still squirming buttocks with both hands and began to hungrily caress and milk at his huge balls pressed tightly into the naked crevice of her buttocks. Her stocking-clad legs jerked out to their full length, spasming helplessly in the air on either side of him... and the enormous cock continued to squirt out its completion. Ten thick, hot jets of cum had streamed from its tip in blissful, never-ending rivers, overflowing her womb and gushing back out her tightly locked cunt lips at the base of his cock, until it offered one final convulsive leap, the last dregs of his hot, seething sperm drained from it... and that was all that she remembered.

He fell forward, collapsing upon her, feeling his jism mix with her own still flowing orgasmic juices and back-washing back over his slowly deflating cock, and it was a long moment before he realized that she had fainted dead away from the force of her orgasm.

Ninety minutes later Asma awoke her cunt throbbing and aching, both from the pummelling it had received from her husband's cock and the need for more. She leaned over him and ascertained he was sleeping before slithering her body in the bed until her head was directly over the sleeping Afsar's cock. With one hand she gently grasped the shaft of it, her hand unable to wrap completely around its circumference even when flaccid. Slowly, she pulled the foreskin back to reveal the purplish-red cowl of the glans. She licked the cock's length and scratched her fingernails lightly along the shaft, watching as the great rod strained upward, pointing at her. The lead pencil-thick veins throbbed into life and stood proud as it quivered to its 9 inch long, wine bottle circumference. Afsar semi awoke to feel the hot moistness of her breath flowing over the smooth rubbery head.

He breathed deeply thinking of what to do but any decision to proceed or stop was made for him. He was too far along, and there was no stopping, now. He trembled with arousal despite just ninety minutes previously fucking Asma for over 2 hours. This need to see how much of a slut his traditional Pakistani wife had become was new to him. Even though he knew what was coming, he didn't know what to expect from it, until he felt her lips try to encircle the entire head of his cock for the first time. Just like when they had fucked earlier the size of his fuck meat was the problem. With her lips spread to their fullest Asma could not get the head in her mouth. She tried everything until finally success. By angling the entry of his cock, she was able with her mouth at its fullest to slowly ease one side of the immense head in past her lips, then turn 90 degrees and ease the other half of the mushroom in. with the head in her lips snapped like a rubber band to encircle the shaft. A keening sensation knifed through him, his whole body vibrating with the sensuality of it. Her warm, moist mouth on the sensitive, pulsing head of his prick was like nothing he had ever imagined.

Then he thought he would die. She began to suck on the cock head inside her mouth with tantalizingly rhythmic movements, her tongue moving in swirls around the head of it before exploring its eye with its tip. Her head began a slow up and down bobbing with a slight twist on each upstroke. Afsar looked down to watch her, and the sensations she was producing in him were trebled as he saw his hard fleshy rod of dangerous aroused meat being fed into her mouth. The actual amount of cock she was taking in her straining lips was not great as the head was hitting her throat and she could not deep throat him. That would come later he thought as she moaned softly trying to take as much of his massive cudgel into her oral cavity as she could.,

Next, using her teeth, she began to suck harder allowing them to scrape along the length of his hardened flesh, leaving white marks in the skin where she bit into it with gentle nips. Her tongue was alive and busy in her mouth; its nerve-tingling lick on the outstroke was making the head of his member throb and jerk, signalling to him his rising passion. It felt like an urge to relieve himself but the damming action of the tumescent flesh held the seminal flow in check until it would be time. He could feel the beginnings of it deep in his loins, his testicles drawn up below ready to discharge their waiting load of cum.

He tangled his fingers in her hair, feeling that he should help her to set the pace. He watched, fascinated, as he saw the flesh of her lips being pulled in and out as he thrust into her mouth. Beginning to get more desperate now, he began to move more rapidly, jerking his hips towards her face, ramming his member without mercy into her mouth, as he felt the surge within him and his cock seemed to grow even larger in her mouth. She kept pace with him, never missing a beat. Afsar knew he was near the zenith now. He could feel the dammed-up pressure of it beginning to reach the point of no return and suddenly the walls of the dam were down.

Breathlessly, he gasped, "Asma... sweet Allah... I'm nearly there..."

The spewing semen came in a rush, jetting into her mouth in great spurts of viscous, white jets of thickly hot fluid. She swallowed and choked, kept swallowing, as wave after wave of it was sucked from him. With such a tight seal around his cock it began to escape through his wife's nostrils over his thighs before slowly sliding down her cheeks

"Shit. Oh, Allah. I'm cumming. Don't stop... don't stop sucking my cock." he gasped out at her, ramming her head down farther onto his jerking prick, his hips bucking up at her wildly.

Happily, she went on sucking, her lips hollowing in and out trying to swallow his load, as he continued spewing his jism into her choking mouth, his rod plunging up at her, mercilessly, reaching to the start of her throat. Then, as his prick continued with smaller and smaller pumping spasms, she went on, nibbling and licking the last drops of the white liquid sperm from his moisture glistening maleness until she fell on top of him.

"How do you want it? How do you want to fuck me?" she hissed lasciviously into his ear.

"I want to fuck you so you scream for more," Afsar vowed with intensity.

"Yes, my husband. Kill me with your big cock. Fuck me every day hard till I scream," she whispered hoarsely. Remember Asma is your wife, not Rahmi who will be coming soon from the motherland. Your cock fucks me not her. When she gets here, I am going to sexfight the young bitch in front of you and after I win you will split her arse with your cock. That will be the only time she gets your cock. Your cum she will get by eating it from me. "

The letter from Immigration had arrived stating that her sponsorship of the 22-year-old Rahmi Syed from Pakistan was successful. The paperwork said her niece could arrive from a date thirty days from the date of this letter and all responsibilities for accommodation and living expenses would be Asma's. Niece, that was a joke. Corrupt paperwork back home had changed a future bride for Afsar into her niece. She acknowledged that a Muslim man could have five wives and Afsar had not fucked her for years but it was still a kick in the teeth to have to be cook and housekeeper for the 20-year-old fuck toy of her husband. Now it wasn't going to happen.

"Sexfighting. What is sexfighting," he queried?

"You watch and the bitch and I strip naked and each tries to make the other cum more times than they do. Usually, it is the best of 3 cums but I want it to the finish. Until she pleads for me to stop."

"Oh, yes, yes, baby, baby. That is so good," he grunted, trying to recapture her lips. "You'll fuck anyway I want?" he queried, his eyes closed, breath coming in little short gasps.

"Any way you want... anything," Afsar promised.

To Afsar's surprise thinking of seeing Asma sexfight Rahmi who had not been chosen as his second wife on her brainpower, plus seeing the slut in Asma and her promise to let him take her anyway had caused the beast to stop its slumber. Seeing it get hard for the third time, "Then do it now." Asma said, a moan coming deeply from her throat. "Fuck me. Ram your huge piece of meat into my cunt and fuck me as you've never fucked before. Fuck me now."

And with that, Asma still wearing her open bra, cum stained garter belt and torn stockings and platform shoes, knelt doggy style and reached down between her loins to grip his huge, blood-engorged prick in her hand, guiding it between the lips of her ready pussy, where she moved the enormous knob of it up and down in the moist furrow, parting her vaginal opening with the throbbing cudgel and moving the foreskin back and forth several times until she felt it grow even harder in her hand.