Pakistani Asma Nasir Ch. 12

Fahad replied earnestly as her strong muscles continued to massage his cock inside her love channel, "No, you wear those clothes as though it is a natural thing for you, my mother wears them awkwardly in a forced way. For me, I prefer your firm tits over her hanging swaying boobs. I love your shaved cunt, with that gold chain and it makes me so horny. All those things and your taut body and more attractive face make you look years younger than her and at least three times better."

"Really," Ai cooed and fluttered her eyelashes as a soft orgasm seized her. She was so turned on to hear that the Asma's son preferred her to his mother, Asma: the woman Ai thought had let her down in their recent doubles sexfight against two Vietnamese, and who thought she had done well that day, better than Ai. "You have told me fucked your mother and she surely must have been better than me, lasted longer, given you more pleasure. Please tell me how I can improve by trying to emulate her."

Again, Fahad was shocked to hear this and reassured her. "No way is that remotely true. It was true I thought the first time with her was great, because that was my first time with a woman. But the next time and all the fucks after that we did the same thing. There was no progression, nothing new, and she took no notice of any ideas I had. It lasted for about two weeks and left me horny as it was my introduction, but not horny for her. In our first fuck we have done so much more. It has been so much better."

This time her orgasm on hearing these words was more noticeable, and her inner cunt tightly squeezed Fahad's cock multiple times. She lay back, Fahad's slowly twitching tool embedded in her and replied, "I see, that makes me so happy because I think the same as you do. Vietnamese men want it every day, but only for a few minutes before they cum; often cumming before they enter, and they have no interest in what a woman needs and wants. What have we done? We have fucked for hours in all different ways: me sucking you, doggy style, cowgirl, mutual masturbation, 69. And all the time we were receiving and giving mutual enjoyment."

She gave a low long groan as his cock's slow progress had reached her cervix and pushed at its minute entrance that could never receive a cock. "And what we are doing now is special. It is love-making, slow and special because we are bonding, uniting becoming one. Most fucks are physical only. The same as a rocket; quick and explosive but short-lived. Ours has emotion. It is combining our souls and our minds because you respect me as an intelligent woman who has worthwhile thoughts, increasing our physical lust. Those three things ensure that this need won't die, it will just get more intense over time. We will fuck longer, stronger, more often and with shared fantasies and goals. Not a short-lived rocket, but building a house brick by brick."

It was too complex for Fahad, but he thought something was needed. "Not building a house but the Great Wall of China."

She moaned her agreement. "Mmmmmmmm, See, we are hardly moving yet both are at maximum arousal as we transfer our minds, bodies and spirits from one to another, unite and become one. Few couples can do this, but we are now. Oh God, you are getting bigger. It's impossible."

Whether it was real or whether it was due to the Vietnamese herbal, magic mushroom derivative, enhanced water they had been hydrating themselves with during the marathon fuck session but to the two new lovers, it was real. When Fahad looked down, he saw Ai's cunt entrance gripping a cock far thicker than his normal girth. His cock felt swollen and twelve inches in length and as though the insides would burst free through its skin. He was so horny and close to cumming, and in his heightened intimacy and feelings with Ai, he knew she was the same.

He came, but again perhaps of the drugged water, perhaps his imagination it was not normal. No savage spurt after spurt, but a stream almost like he was pissing until it cut out. In his drug-heightened state, he was dimly aware that Ai was cumming flooding her cunt with her love cream. Her eyes rolled back as she wailed, "We are united, we are bonding, we can communicate fully as our cum mingles in my cunt. Keep your cock in me and seal our juices in it as we bind our mind, bodies and soul into one."

Fahad thrust as deep as he could, pressing against the tiny cervix entrance, forcing her velvety inner walls to mould to the shape of his fuck meat as he heard her grunts of acceptance. Then, "Oh Fahad, now we are like this you can understand me fully. We have no barriers between us. I want you to fuck my daughter Vy. But I want you and your cock to make her a sex-addicted slut that will do anything perverted and degrading. I know you can and will do it to make us closer."

Fahad's fuck meet, despite all it had gone through reacted and quivered as he moaned, "Of course, I will for us, but why? She is your daughter?'

"Why? Because she has accused me so many times of dressing inappropriately for my age, of looking like a slut. Do you believe that of me? She has criticised me as a woman and we must make her pay for that."

It was too much for Fahad. In his semi-drug-filled state, he fucked her like a rabbit, nailing his cock into her, machine-gunning her slit with his rampant piston of lust and desire. She drew her legs up around her neck to give him deeper access to the cum filled cavern behind her quim as she wailed and screamed her orgasms. As he shot load after load of his semen into her, Ai's body trembled and then stiffened from a massive orgasm. She collapsed sobbing, "A vision, I'm having a vision. I see the truth."

They lay entwined sapped of any energy. Ai tried to explain. "Because we are one now it all makes sense now. The intensity of our fuck has revealed it. You will make my daughter Vy a sex-addicted slut, then I will fuck with her, fuck my own daughter, beat her in a sex contest and take her sex strength and her youth from her and channel it to me. The greater slut you make her, the greater and stronger the powers I will take from her. Imagine making her willing to service ten or so of your friends such as we met at Highpoint any way they want, the insertions we will make her take, controlling her to participate in public exhibitionism, BDSM, animals, anything we can think of. Because you and your cock have made her a slut, you will be the conduit joining my daughter and me as I fuck her. You will be fucking me while I fuck her. Without that, I cannot take her sex powers and youth.

She lay back and mused. "I remember more, and it all fits. I must fuck my daughter Vy during her periods for the transfer to happen. In Vietnam, I was a lecturer in ancient Chinese history and know that after the first Emperor Qin Shi Huang gained power in 221BC from then on all Emperors sought immortality. The Ming dynasty Emperor, Jiajing had an elixir made which contained the menstrual blood of 300 concubines, later this grew to over 1000, to seek a longer life. And it was successful. He ruled for 47 years in the 1500s, the longest of any Emperor. It will work for me too."

Again, perhaps it was the drugged liquid, perhaps his excitement and arousal from what had occurred, perhaps the sheer deviant nature of what she had said, but Fahad said. " I have a sister. We can do the same with her. Surely the effect of two will be stronger than one."

Ai replied, "You mean Samreen. Isn't she estranged from your family? How could we?"

"Not, not Samreen. I have another older sister, Rubina. She is 22 and recently married to Shamsul Hossain, a Shia Imam of the western suburbs, Maidstone Mosque. He has the full Muslim allowance of four wives, even though polygamy in Australia is illegal being bigamy under section 94 of the Marriage Act. He circumvents the law by forming a union in a religious ceremony that is not state-sanctioned but is accepted within the Muslim community as a marriage. She is very devout, so if I turn her into a slut the effect for you would surely be great."

He saw the excitement in her eyes and somehow his voice kept going on its own accord. "And if you wish I can try to do the same with my mother."

A long low keening issued from Ai in response. Her revenge would be complete, plus she would have this young, huge cock with its prodigious and prolific cum output as a side benefit for her retribution on Asma. Something she had not even remotely thought of when Fahad had arrived that day. But she couldn't stop. "It's so wrong to think this but I want to sexfight and beat your mother while you watch and then have you fuck me in front of her. I know I can't ask that of you. It is too much to ask of any son."

She came in a screaming, body-jerking orgasm as she felt Fahad's cock quiver into hardness: his affirmative answer.

They had timed it right. Fifteen minutes later the front door opened, and Ai's daughter Vy entered. The year 12, 18-year-old Vietnamese was dressed in her summer school uniform. As Fahad had expected her long shapeless blue checked outfit hung loosely on her thin body and reached mid-calf. Long white socks were pulled up to her knee well past the hemline. Unlike most of the other Vietnamese students, her plain, bespectacled round face with its short brutal hairstyle was unadorned by any makeup or false eyelashes. It broke into a smile upon seeing Fahad revealing her large overbite. A beauty she was not.

"Fahad, you are here. Have you been here long?"

Her mother Ai replied, "Fahad just arrived 5 minutes ago," conveniently forgetting her and Fahad's just completed all afternoon sex and bonding session.

Fahad expanded, "Yes, I had forgotten you had extra classes today and was about to come here as normal, but luckily your mum messaged me just before I was about to leave so I just arrived here before you. It gave me just enough time to tell your mum about going to your school's end-of-year Prom as your partner. She was very happy to hear that news."

"Yes," said Ai smiling knowingly at Fahad. "Vy, I am glad you have someone that I can trust in every way. Now sit and I will make you both some cà phê đá."

As Vy opened her backpack and arranged her school books on the table looking for her Maths work, Ai stood behind Vy's back in the food preparation area, facing Fahad. She smiled at him and raised her short dress, parted her thong and played with her slit. She shuddered silently as she came, then withdrew her fingers, examined the sticky remains on her fingers of Fahad's most recent coupling that day mixed with her recent cum and then swallowed it. Fahad felt his cock rising again, then watched as she used her finger to search her slit for more and then stir it into Vy's coffee.

Sitting at Vy's study desk ten minutes later, for the first time since starting his tutoring of Vy, Fahad noticed the naive, innocent student was not concentrating 100% on the Mathematics he was explaining. Suddenly she shut her textbook. "I am so happy about the formal. I was worried you only said "yes" because my mum had made your mum make you accept out of pity, but you told mum. She didn't know beforehand. I am so excited and proud to be going and you are the one I prayed would take me."

"Me too. I have been wanting to not only tutor you, but ask you out for coffee for ages, but I was scared you would say no. "

"You silly boy. You must have known I have never had a boyfriend and wanted you as my first boyfriend ever since you started tutoring me. This will be my first date. The other Vietnamese at school bully me because I haven't had a boyfriend," she said, "I bet you have had so many girlfriends and many, many dates."

"No, you are my first. It makes it special for both of us," Fahad replied. He told the truth. He had never had a girlfriend. What he did not say was that before this he would even have gone out with a mutilated cripple just to have his first date and that he had now fucked both his mother and hers.

A huge smile spread across Vy's face. "We think the same then and that is special. You are not like Vietnamese boys. They just want to take a girl out and have,' she blushed bright red, 'inter.... intercourse with her, boast to their friends, and then get another girl. And the girls are the same. They have competitions for most boys. I am not like that. I want one man and I would do anything for him." "Anything, she said slowly." She hesitated then plucked up her courage. " I shouldn't show you, but I trust you so look at this."

She paused as though making a momentous decision then clicked on Viber, the social app of choice for Vietnamese. Vy showed him various Vietnamese contacts from her girls-only school, boasting of new conquests. Then she took a deep breath and showed him messages sent to her titled "loser" or "virgin" or something derogatory. Photo after photo of individual Vietnamese girls wearing the same school uniform as Vy did holding cocks: a girl with photo after photo of different cocks or different girls with the same identifiable cock. Finally, she shuddered and clicked on one message titled, "To the frigid ice queen". A particularly attractive student in that slutty Vietnamese way (you know yellow streaked hair, heavy makeup, extreme lashes, botox-injected lips) was measuring a cock. The tape showed seven and a half inches.

"That is Cam. She bullies me the most and is the leader of the girls, and she always wins the most boyfriends in the term competition. She is just a slut.''

Fahad smiled inwardly knowing that Vy's mother Ai wanted, no she demanded, his help in turning Vy into a complete slut. Their personal slut was to be her punishment for Vy's disparaging comments about how Ai dressed inappropriately for her age. Then he noticed that Vy had not clicked to a new message and that her eyes had dilated, and her breathing had become shallow and rapid. She fantasises about big cock he thought.

"What do you mean by boyfriends, just going out?"

Vy reddened. "No, I mean she does it with them. You know she goes all the way. And it means nothing. It is just quick with no meaning, and then she finds another. All the girls are the same. Same with the boys. All they want is just to ejaculate and have another girl added to their total." Carried away she continued, "I don't want that. If I had a man, I would be very jealous, only him, and do it long time every way......" Her voice tailed off in embarrassment.

Fahad covered up her embarrassment by pretending not to notice what she had said and instead said, "Well, anyway at least at the Formal Prom these girls will see you with someone, even if it is just me, and this Can person will see that I am proud of you especially if you dress better than her. They can't bully you then."

"That b bi bitch's," Vy struggled to say the word as she was so unused to speaking that way, name is Cam not Can, and what do you mean dress better? That bitch will dress like a slut at the prom. The boys will do a secret vote for the best-looking slut. Everyone thinks she will win. Do you mean I will be more elegant and refined?"

There comes a time when a person has to roll the dice. Something in the tone of her voice, combined with what she had said before, and her fixation on the cock photo caused Fahad to say, "No, I mean more sexily and slutty than this Cam."

Vy clutched his arm. It was the first time she had ever physically touched him. "Oh my God. You want me to dress sluttier than her," She hesitated, then said proudly "more like a slut than the other Vietnamese girls. No boy has ever thought I could be sexy. They call me ugly. Even my mum thinks that. Do you think I can do that? Oh God, what should I wear? Do you think something like mum wears? Is that too much."

Fahad had guessed right. "If you wore something like your mum it would be just right. Just right for a formal funeral, not for being better than Cam at the Prom."

Mathematics forgotten Vy clutched his arm tight and nuzzled her head into his shoulder. Her fingers whisked over the keyboard and brought up the "prettylittlething" website and she quizzed Fahad over what he liked.

The next day was very hot and Ai interrupted Vy and Fahad's studying to insist that they take a break and cool off in the backyard pool. Fahad protested he had no bathers, but Ai said to use his underpants and that she would dry them off after the swim in the drier while he showered. Ai's daughter Vy disappeared upstairs to change. When she reappeared, Fahad was already in the pool, and he took in his first real vision of Vy's body, as up till then he had always seen her in her long shapeless school uniform or a baggy tracksuit.

She wore a black bathing suit which, similarly to those worn by Vietnamese women over 50, had a short, frilled skirt covering her pussy. What it did show was although she was slim, no, make that almost skinny, she had very long legs. Most Asians have longer torso to short leg proportions than other races due to their shorter femurs, but Vy had longer than normal Asian legs. She had very small but firm tits. When she jumped in the water and her costume was wet and clung to her body Fahad could see the shape of one-inch wide and high puffy nipples with thick hard nipples extending from this base. Fahad felt his cock begin to stir.

Ai entered the pool, and her pale micro lemon bikini was turned semi-transparent by the water revealing all that Fahad had feasted on in her bedroom the day before. As Vy swam some slow laps Ai stood at the shallow end and, as Fahad watched, allowed her pussy lip chain to dangle from the bottom of her bikini. Underwater she reached out and felt Fahad's cock. She was momentarily surprised to find it semi-hard but put it down to seeing her and then stroked Fahad to his 11-inch hardness. Let her see," she whispered before exiting the pool to get the clothes drier ready for Fahad.

Fahad and Vy finished up their time in the pool and he exited the pool first and walked the five paces to his towel. At first, his eleven inches of man meat forced his briefs out but then it burst free over the waistband and quivered erect and free. He reached for the towel, quickly wrapped it around himself and headed for the downstairs shower. His peripheral vision had caught sight of Vy's jaw dropping, and her eyes locked on his five steps from the pool towards the towel.

Four days later the two met at the local bus interchange as they attended different schools and the timetables often clashed. At first, Fahad did not recognise Vy. Her brutal short hairstyle was now pixie feathered with an orangey yellow strip that fell over one eye. The eyes behind her glasses were framed by heavily mascaraed eyelashes, highlighted with eyeliner and were above a fully made-up face. She had the optional school winter uniform on. This was a dark blue checked Japanese school style, pleated dress topped with a white shirt, school tie and jumper. The skirt ended approximately two inches below her slit: a feat achieved by the Japanese school girl trick of doubling over the skirt waistband, lifting it and using a waist belt.

She smiled and pirouetted before the Pakistani and he saw the flash of her panties. Well, not panties but a thong. "Does my man approve? I was pulled up and checked two times at school today, but it was okay because at school I have it just barely legal at four inches longer than now, and I got warned about my eyelashes. Too long, too much mascara. And yes, I pinched mum's thongs. She has so many she will not know I've taken five. You should have seen that bitch Cam's face when she saw me. Are you proud? Let's go to Highpoint Shopping Centre to look for Prom dress ideas."

Fahad gushed his approval and the germ of an idea started. Although very unlikely, what if Vy turned out to be as good a fuck as her mum. Maybe he could orchestrate sexfights between the two for them to determine who was best. Of course, he would somehow have to have both individually thinking he had arranged the fight for that person to win. It would involve each of them, unknown to the other, knowing and agreeing to him fucking the other so that it would get the contest happening. Each would think he wanted them to win and that by letting him fuck the other and pretend to support that one to encourage them to fight.