Chapter 36: Maha Introduces Arwa

A few months after having given birth to our twins, Maha made a bold proposal: She had a few younger sisters and many younger cousins. Would I give them the same ‘service’ as I had given her? Prepare them for the wedding night the week before? Ease their anxieties about sex? Relieve their worries about the pain of deflowering?

Of course, I could not refuse Maha anything, least of all such an insanely attractive proposition.

Over the next years, I would deflower and impregnate scores of her sisters and cousins, shortly before they got married.

Maha, far from being jealous, would watch me break their cherries and give them a night to remember. She enjoyed seeing these young virgins driven from orgasm to orgasm until they fainted.

Later, she would instruct them on how to use the blood capsules.

Before long, Maha’s family gained a reputation for being extremely fertile, conceiving twins directly on their wedding nights, which made these beauties prime targets in the Middle Eastern wedding market.

Maha even convinced her husband to take her younger sister Arwa as a second wife when she turned sixteen. Arwa gave him two more (of my) babies nine month after the ceremony and another pretty young wife to show off.

We continued to please her husband by making sure that Maha and Arwa stayed in pregnancy, taking turns every half year.

Although he was generally not interested in sex (with women), he was kind enough to perform his marital duties whenever his two wives urged him to do so. Maha understood how important it was to lure her husband into a single act of sex as soon as they received their first positive pregnancy test to keep him believing their babies were his.

While Arwa didn’t become an integral part of our love quadruple, Maha shared me with her younger sister whenever possible. She wanted us both to be happy, knowing how much I enjoyed young girls and understanding her younger sister’s sexual needs.

So, whenever Arwa visited London, Maha made sure I spent a lot of time screwing her. Eventually, Maha had convinced her younger sister to agree to threesomes with her, where Maha could use some of the skills she had learned from Kim and Francesca.

Even more thoughtful was her plan for her youngest sister Azra, an even younger copy of Maha and Arwa. She arranged for her to meet Mikel when she turned fifteen. He was happy to help her become a woman and put his baby in her belly. However, Maha had more plans and urged Azra to visit Mikel day after day, until he finally succumbed to her charms and fell in love.

It was probably the first time he had ever allowed to develop real feelings for a girl. Maha gave her sister enough advice to make sure she kept his heart. Soon they were married and living in Dubai with their rapidly growing family. Azra never complained about his day job at the airport and was openly proud to have such a virile husband.

He provided her with an extremely luxurious lifestyle, considering his successful business in spurting dildos and artificial spunk. In addition, he gave her a fantastic banging every night, which kept her in a constant state of pregnancy.

Azra never even menstruated, but instead produced a growing number of children. She was still in her twenties when she asked to have her ovaries removed so that she could focus on her ten sets of twins.

Maha also made sure that her other sisters and cousins returned to me whenever they planned further pregnancies, thus increasing the number of my children in her family from year to year.

When we celebrated Maha’s mother’s 70th birthday with all her children, nieces, grandchildren, and great-nieces at a resort in Cyprus, there were so many of my descendants that I was in awe.

Her grandmother came up to me as I stood alone on the terrace watching the sun set over the ocean. She put her hand on mine and thanked me for “everything.”

“I see how happy Maha became after meeting you. Since then, the joy has spread throughout our family. My six daughters light up when you are around - as do my nieces.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled politely.

“You see, Tom, a mother can feel more than you imagine. You have nothing to confess! I am happy, and so are they. That’s all that matters!”

She gave me a kiss on the cheek that lingered a little longer than it needed to. When she finally pulled away, she whispered in my ear, “Maybe I should book one of those ‘relaxing massages’ I hear the family whispering about - but it would be a waste, wouldn’t it? My childbearing years are over.”

She left with a smile and blew me a kiss before stepping back inside. She knew, I realized, more than I had imagined.

During the night, a couple of Maha’s cute cousins came to my room for an hour of exquisite fun, leaving their sleeping husbands alone in their beds. Aisha had been the first, just after midnight, followed by Mariam an hour later. Farida had been the third in the early hours of the night.

All three young beauties had fucked me with great enthusiasm, in reminiscence of the pleasure I had given them when I took their cherry. I didn’t disappoint them and gave them another night to remember.

With Aisha and Mariam, I had used a little tx34 laced massage oil to bring their arousal to a level far beyond even the most intense sex they ever enjoyed with their husbands. They had nearly fainted after I drove them into a state of continuous orgasm, leaving their bodies twitching and shaking in aftershocks for five minutes after I released my load and withdrew my shrinking cock.

The drug would ensure that my sperm would find two fertile eggs waiting in their ovaries after racing down their fallopian tubes. When Farida came in the early hours, I was still sound asleep, recovering from the pleasurable but exhausting fucks with her two cousins Aisha and Mariam. I was having an erotic dream about their young, tight, and wet pussies surrounding my dick and riding me - when I suddenly realized that the sensation on my dick was real.

It was pitch black, so I didn’t see who it was - but someone was clearly slurping on my dick, struggling to get it down her throat. She appeared inexperienced but made up for it with strong determination.

I enjoyed the wonderful sensation for quite some time while my hands explored her body trying to find out who it was. She was slim and petite, with the perfectly smooth skin of a young girl, medium sized but perfectly shaped tits with large, hard nipples. Well, these observations didn’t really help much, as they would fit almost all the young women at this party.

When I was fully awake and on the verge of losing control, I made her stop. I pushed her onto her back, and she spread her thin legs to give me access to her wet hole. It was still too dark to see anything, so I felt my way on top of her and pushed my steel hard rod into her inviting teen pussy.

She came almost as soon as I bottomed out, screaming something in Arabic with delight. I continued with long, deep thrusts into her young body, holding myself up with only one elbow and pressing half my weight into her young, firm breasts. Her stiff nipples pressed against my chest, and I could feel her heavy breathing as she approached another orgasm.

Soon she exploded into another mind-blowing orgasm, muttering words in Arabic that sounded to me like “OMG, yes, this is it! - or at least that was what her body language conveyed.

We drove her from orgasm to orgasm, thrusting deep into her sweet and petite body, so sensual and ripe with sexuality as only young girls can be. I realized suddenly she was too fresh and tight to be a mother yet, which narrowed down the list considerably.

It dawned on me that she must be Farida, whom I had deflowered just two months before, a week before her wedding. She was only sixteen, strikingly beautiful, with long, thick hair, a delicate, petite face, with a thin, sharp nose.

Since I was quite sure that she was already carrying my babies, I didn’t need to use tx34 and continued to enjoy this ‘unaided’ sex with a newly married bride, young enough to be my daughter.

Finally, I released a big load of seamen into her young body, filling her to the brim, and released my dick from her body with a loud ‘plop’. We both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and slowly caressed each other’s bodies before drifting back to sleep.

A few hours later, I awoke to the rising morning sun shining on my face. I felt Farida’s petite body pressed against mine, her head resting on my chest. I caressed her body with my free hand, feeling her soft skin until I reached her beautiful ass. Those young, teenage, firm ass cheeks felt wonderful!

A little fuller than I remembered from last night, I thought. Finally, I opened my eyes to check - and was shocked to discover that it wasn’t Farida but Maha who was cuddling up to me.

My face must have betrayed my shock when I heard Maha say: “Were you expecting someone else, my love?”