Nausheens Weekend

Saturday night:

Nausheen lay on her back panting.

Her body covered in a layer of sweat and her mouth open, gasping for breath as her pussy and buttocks bucked with each deep hard thrust from her husband, Salman\'s hard cock.

\Oooooooooh! Ooooooh!\ She moaned

\Too rough! Too rough\ she pleaded.

\You.can take it.yeah!\ Salman replied

Salman was panting too. The sweat dripping from his face and body onto Nausheen. He felt the tension build in his balls. He knew that the moment of release was close and tried to hold off. He was not concerned for Nausheen\'s pleasure, just his own. His hands moved from her hips to grab her bucking ass and give him added control of the pace.

With his eyes squeezed tightly shut, he gasped and panted with each deep, hard thrust into Nausheen\'s wet, hot cunt.

\Oh yeah! You want it! I can feel how much you want it baby\ Salman gasped

\I am gonna cum! Take it! Take IT!\ he almost screamed

With an animal like cry of pleasure, he felt the spurts of molten cum erupt in rapid blasts into her waiting choot.

\OoooooooooooH\ Nausheen cried out in surprise and relief as his spunk flooded into her. Her back arched in pleasure and she felt her pussy contract and then spasm in an orgasm of her own.

After the last spurts had left his balls, Salman rolled off Nausheen and flopped onto his back beside her on the bed.

He covered his eyes with his left forearm as his right had stroked his deflating cock and shook any surplus fluid off it. He said nothing to Nausheen as he caught his breath and drifted off to sleep.

Nausheen lay panting beside Salman as she closed her legs over her hand which was pressed against her leaking fuck hole. It was probably too late. Their juice was already trickling down her butt crack onto the bed sheet. There would be a stain in the morning.

As Salman started to snore, Nausheen willed herself to get up and walk slowly to the bathroom. Her hand still trying to stop the fuck juice snailing down her inner thighs.

It seemed like Salman had dumped a gallon of baby juice in her fuck box.

After a piss and wash of her bald pussy with the Muslim shower (bidet) she stepped into the shower cubicle and took a long hot shower.

Afterwards, she checked her neck and breast for any marks from Salman\'s extremely passionate kisses and rough manipulations. Not that she objected, on the contrary she liked her lovers to be passionate. Still love bites could be embarrassing at work. Everyone knew she as married but they didn\'t need to know when Salman \'did-her\'.

At 34 years of age with three kids, Nausheen was still an attractive woman. Her large breasts had not yet started to sag and her wide hips were not unattractively wide or flabby. With a height of 5ft 10, she was above average for a South Asian woman but it seemed to attract men all the same.

Slipping on the cotton shalwar-Kamiz (shirt and baggy trousers) she slept in and after combing her long dark brown hair free of any knots, she went back to bed beside Salman.

Salman was snoring in a deep sleep, naked and unwashed as he sprawled across the bed.

As Nausheen lay down, her hand felt the cold damp spot where their juices has soiled the bed sheet. She sighed in resignation. She would have preferred to change the sheet but Salman would have objected to the disturbance.

She got as comfortable as possible and drifted off to sleep.

Sunday Morning:

Salman woke up as the morning call to prayer echoed from the nearby mosque.

That was not the reason why he woke up though.

The real reason was the throbbing, demanding hard-on he had.

He scratched his head and yawned silently before giving his erect hot cock a few gentle pulls. It was his morning ritual. A quick, soft handling of his cock and balls before getting up. Sometimes he carried on the \'playing until he came but not always; and certainly not on the week ends. That was the time when Nausheen was available for sex. The rest of the week she was busy doing this and that and getting ready for her job.

The disadvantage of being married to a career woman was that she had little time for the normal wifely things. On the other had, since Salman was not as rich or successful as he had led Nausheen to believe when they married, her income gave them a good upper middle class standard of living.

He turned on his side and looked at his wife.

She was also on her side with her back towards him and her legs up in a foetal position.

He moved closer and ran his hands over her ass, rubbing his fingers gently along her butt crack.

\Come on baby, open up for business. Hubby wants some\ Salman whispered.

He slowly tugged her shalwar down to expose her buttocks and allow his fingers to tease their way along the warm, damp crease of her butt crack, over her anus and to her pussy.

He rubbed the lips of her choot gently feeling his finger get wet as she started to get aroused.

\Good girl! Get ready for my fat, long dick to pound you\ He said licking his lips.

He was a lucky man. She paid the bills, had the children, and gave him all the sex he wanted at week-ends. What was more; she was \'hot\', and a great fuck.

He had felt cheated on their wedding night. His prick had gone into her hot hole too easily and she had fucked too eagerly to be an inexperienced virgin.

The lack of a hymen had been confirmed in the morning as the bed-sheet had no tell-tale blood stain.

In anger he had fucked her again from behind as she lay on her stomach. His cock stabbing into her pussy as she gasped and moaned in surprise, pain and yes, pleasure.

Getting her pregnant had become more then a duty, it had become an obsession. One that he enjoyed greatly. He would tie her down with children and keep her too fucked and tired to stray into another man\'s bed.

Nausheen stirred as Salam\'s fingers worked on her slit.

\Umm\ She sighed softly.

She was used to Salman\'s sexual demands and also enjoyed them. Salman moved closer behind her and she felt his hot cock head slide teasingly backwards and forwards along her butt crack, over her anus and wet fuck slit.

As Salman positioned his prick to enter her, she reached between her legs and stoked his shaft as he eased into her.

He moaned as he filled her with every inch of his throbbing manhood. Her hands teased his balls, as they pressed up against her now very wet slit.

Taking hold of her hips, Salman began to fuck her long and deep as the lay on their sides. His eyes closed as his tongue licked his lips and his breathing became harder and deeper.

\Oh yes baby! Your choot wants me! It\'s so hot and wet, just the way I like it! Now fuck bitch! Fuck like you want it\' he panted through clenched teeth.

Nausheen was not going to leave her own pleasure to him alone. She used her fingers to tease and toy with her clit, his balls, and shaft as he pistoned in and out of her. She squeezed her breasts tweaking her hard nipples as she groaned.

Salman was getting faster now and harder. His panting told her what she already knew that he was close and getting ever closer to ejaculation.

This spurred her on to savage her clit faster and bring her own orgasm on.

Years of \'self-pleasure\' had made her an expert on solo orgasms and had been useful when her lovers had not been good enough to satisfy her.

They both came at more or less the same time, Salman\'s shots of thick spunk triggering her own cum fiesta.

They lay panting for a long while and then Salman got up and walked naked to the bathroom. His cock still hard but this time from a need to piss.

Sunday Afternoon:

The visit to her parents was a Sunday routine. They had lunch, gossiped, and then took an afternoon siesta in her old bedroom. The children were all bedded down in the guest bedroom.

Salman had been quiet during lunch. He didn\'t like his in-laws and they were not too fond of him. It was the same old story, deception, lies and a marriage bureau had rushed Nausheen into marriage. Her parents felt cheated but they could do nothing as the truth only came out after she was in her sixth month of pregnancy.

Nausheen felt cheated too but after having \'cheated\' herself, lost her cherry and tarnished her reputation, Salman had seemed like a golden chance to get away and start afresh.

The arguments she had with her mother and brother had been a major \'push-factor\' too. Her brother knew that his sister was being talked about as an \'easy-lay\' and he was furious about it.

Salman sat naked on the bed. His legs were parted and his manhood clearly on display.

\'Suck me off\ He said with a wicked smile a Nausheen kicked her shoes off.

\Not today, I am not in the mood\ She said walking into the bathroom.

Salman came in behind her as she stood at the sink washing her hands.

\Come on baby. You know I like your blow jobs\ he said embracing her from behind and kissing her neck.

Nausheen relented and turned around.

\'Do it here\ Salman said moving to lean against the wash basin.

Nausheen knelt down and took hold of his now hard Lund and tugged at it.

Oral sex had been a revelation to her. Her first experience of it as a college girl had both appalled and excited her at the same time.

The first guy to \'go-down\' on her and lick her cunt had been really into it and had brought her to orgasm in minutes with the expert use of his tongue, mouth and fingers on her sensitive pussy. He had then fucked her fast, dumping a thick load of spunk in her still spasming choot.

Suddenly she realized that it was in this very bedroom in her parents\' house that she had received her first pussy licking.

The memory flooded her mind and sent a tingle to her fuck box.

She licked Salman\'s swollen cock head slowly tasting the sweetness of his pre-cum as she handled his balls.

\Good. Now tease my butt crack you know I like it\ Salman said and Nausheen did as requested. Her index finger teased its way between his damp, clenched butt cheeks and stroked his anus.

\Oh Yeah!\ He sighed. He had no idea who had taught her to suck cock but he was grateful just the same.

Nausheen looked up at Salman as he looked down at her activities with a smile. He put a hand on her head and said \Open your mouth and suck my spunk out of my balls\

Nausheen licked her lips, opened her mouth, and took his shaft into her mouth.

Salman groaned as he felt her tongue start to work on his Lund. Her mouth a hot wet cunt just begging for a fuck.

He soon was holding her head and face fucking her, enjoying the snorts she made and the feel of her mouth on his man meat.

Nausheen held onto his shaft as she sucked, her finger still worming at his butt hole but not piercing it. He liked her to do it but she was never that comfortable to oblige. Besides, her long manicured finger nails would cut him up.

Salman was moaning and moving his hips as he held onto her head and fucked her face.

Nausheen sucked hard on him, feeling his cock move deep to her tonsils almost making her choke. She knew to squeeze his ball sack at such times to tell him to ease back.

After several minutes of this Salman let go of her head and said \Ok stand up.\

He then moved her until she was bent over the sink and then he tugged her shalwar and panties down and off.

He knelt behind her and stroked her buttocks softly.

Then to Nausheen\'s surprise and pleasure he put his mouth to her choot and started licking it. His nose was pressed between her buttocks as he held her hips and lashed her slit with strong invasive strokes of his tongue.

He lapped at her slit with enjoyment, tasting her salty gash and poking his tongue at her entrance. His hands pulled her butt cheeks apart to give him a better stab at her pussy and his fingers dug hard and deep into the soft full flesh of her buttocks.

\Ooooooooooooooh!\ Nausheen moaned in pleasure as her pussy burned with pleasure and need.

When he was sure she was wet enough, he changed target and started to attack the delicate rosebud of her hairless anus. His tongue dipped into it tasting her and coating her hole with spit. He soaked her butt hole, spitting a glob of saliva onto it and then applied a finger to probe and lube her butt hole up by working the spit into her ass.

Nausheen put her head down and braced herself for what she knew was coming.

Salman satisfied himself that she was slicked up enough and then stood up behind her. He took hold of his cock, spat another glob of spittle onto his palm, and then coated his cock-tip with it. Mixing the pre-cum leaking from his piss slit with the spit to lube his cock up. HE pulled her butt cheeks apart and used one hand to press the head of his cock down at her butthole, forcing his cock into her until her muscle reluctantly gave in to his determined assault.

Nausheen tried to relax as much as possible as he slowly filled her with as much cock-meat as her rectum would accept.

Her legs shook and her ass burned with the friction of his entry. She always preferred him to use oil or cream when he did her there. Spit just wasn\'t enough.

In truth anal sex had never been her thing but Salman loved it and took he ass as many times as she would let him. This meant every time he wanted to butt fuck her, he did.

As he started to slowly move in and out of her ass breathing hard and slapping her buttocks from time to time, she reached between her legs and fingered her choot. Taking pleasure in fucking two fingers into her hole as he screwed her ass.

She was rough with herself, eager to enjoy the situation as much as possible.

Salman was picking up pace, watching his cock violate her rectum with perverted satisfaction. He loved to butt fuck her and slap her ass as she groaned and whimpered.

He thrust faster with his battering ram of a cock, taking firm hold of her hips, as he started to fuck her with all the force he had.

\AAAAAH! AAAH! OOOH!\ She cried biting her hand to stop the sounds coming out.

Her own finger-fucking had stopped as she tried to steady herself and absorb his assault.

With a gasp and a cry of \Yes!\ Salman erupted into her back passage. The first hot spurt of spunk driven home by a deep thrust of his cock that made her gasp in pain.

He kept fucking her even as the shots of seed blasted up from his balls and out through his piss slit into her asshole.

With one final thrust and shudder of pleasure, he spat the last drop into her ass and gave her a hard slap across the ass as he said \Yeah! That is fucking!\

Monday Morning:

Nausheen sat in her car on the way to dropping the children at school. She felt drained and tired. Her nipples hurt and her butt ached. Salman had fucked her late Sunday night, as they lay in bed. His balls well drained but his hunger still great he had ridden her for what it seemed was hours. His cock thrusting repeatedly into her as he had sucked, squeezed, and bitten her breasts. It was very late by the time he finally came collapsing spent and exhausted on top of her.

She had checked her neck in the morning and found a serious love bite in clear view. She hoped her Dupatta (neck scarf) would hide the evidence of her week-end from her colleagues. She didn\'t want any knowing smirks especially off her male colleagues.

After dropping the children at school, she headed to the office and thought happily \'now to get some rest\'.