Chapter 4

I watched as Asmaan poured hot water from the cauldron into a bowl. At the same time, Damsa took a flannel, a bar of soap and a towel from a cupboard. Asmaan reached down and gripped the hem of her Burka and shimmied it up over her head. I held my breath as she shrugged of the black robe.

She had a very sexy body on her. she was wearing black panties, and a black bra, both made more for comfort more than anything else. Now the burka had gone I could see she was very pretty and around thirty. Back home she would be termed a BBW, a big, beautiful woman.

She looked at me, eye to eye and then unclipped her bra and freed her very big and very full tits, they dropped but it was a sexy drop. They were capped with berry brown nipples. Then she shimmied out her panties, she had a full hairy bush between her strong thighs obviously the trend of having the lady garden shaven had not yet reached Afghanistan. She had a very pretty face with lips that I longed to kiss.

Her caramel brown skin was unblemished, her hair was in a ponytail, and it dropped halfway down her back. She did not seem worried about me seeing her in all her glory and she was definitely not ashamed of her body. In fact, she seemed to relish me looking at her, I gazed at her, and my heart started to beat faster, she turned her back to me, she had a big bouncy arse> I watched as Damsa started to wash her sister-in-law. There was something very erotic about the Burka clad lady washing her naked and very beautiful sister-in-law.

I sat, watched, and wondered if there was more to their relationship than the obvious connection. I had seen girls in videos getting it on, but never in real life I watched as Damsa washed Asmaans back and shoulders, then she moved down and washed her big bum cheeks. I gasped as she parted them and washed her arsehole. I am sure she was slipping her a finger as she did so.

They had to be more than sisters in law, they just had to be.

Damsa used a mug to swill the soapy water from her sisters-in-law back and then Asmaan turned around.

My cock was hard and throbbing, I could do nothing but sit there and watch as Damsa washed her sister in laws tits, she took her time washing swilling and washing again.

Then she dropped to her knees and washed Asmaans stomach and then her thighs, Asmaan parted her legs and Damsa washed her hairy fanny.

It was one of the most erotic sites I had ever seen, stuck in the desert surrounded by the Taliban with two sexy ladies putting on what was obviously a show for me.

Asmaan turned her head and smiled at me, her eyes were full of excitement. I licked my lips and wondered where this was going. I watched as Damsa swilled the rest of the soap off with mugs of hot water.

Then Asmaan stepped out of the bathtub and Damsa used a towel to dry her off, once she was done Asmaan whispered something to Damsa and then turned to face me.

“We have been talking, neither of us has been with a man since our husbands passed away, “she said and there was a catch in her voice.

“But we are women and we have needs, if you want, we are yours to take, tonight me and tomorrow Damsa,” she said and Damsa nodded her agreement.

I was dumbstruck, I was shocked, I did not know what to say. I knew if I stood up my cock would be clear in my shorts.

“Do you want me?” she asked, and her voice was full of lust and full of need. It was a silly question she was one of the sexiest ladies I had ever seen, she had curves where curves should be, she had a smile that made my knees go weak. Of course, I wanted her, there was not a man on the planet that would not.

“I do, oh god I do” I replied, and she moved closer to me, I stood up, reached out for her and pulled her to me, our mouths met in a kiss that started slow but was soon full of passion and need.

Asmaan started to grind her body into mine and there was no way she could mistake my erection for anything else.

“You are a big boy” she whispered into my ear as I kissed her neck. As I kissed her could see that Damsa has moved into the living area and was sitting just a few feet from us...

Was she going to watch? was I bothered? fuck NO! my hands stroked down her back and cupped her big bouncy buttocks. I stroked them, I fondled them. They felt so good, fleshy but muscly at the same time. They felt good in my hands, I felt Asmaan stroking my back as our lips crushed into each other.

“I need you inside me” she purred, and to be fair I wanted to be inside her.

She pushed away from me, I pulled the t-shirt up over my head and then dropped the shorts and stepped out of them. I was now as naked as she was.

Her hand snaked out and she took my cock on her right hand. I gasped as I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft.

“You have a great cock Rosie” she purred.

“You have an amazing body Asmaan!” I replied truthfully.

“You don’t think I am too fat?” she asked.

“No ... No not at all you have a great body,” I said

“Damsa is nice and slim, and she is very beautiful, “she said and glanced at Damsa, again I wondered if the girls have been looking after each other’s needs since they had been widowed.

Damsa did not reply, I noticed her eyes were glued to my cock and wondered if they would like some fun together, I had never had a threesome if I was going to get killed trying to escape the desert then now seemed like the right time.

I sensed movement and Asmaan dropped to her knees, her hand still gripping my cock as she lowered herself down. She stroked my cock over her downy cheek before running kisses up and down my cocks throbbing shaft. Her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, not stroking but just holding it She kissed lower and lower until she was showering my balls with gentle, butterfly-like kisses.

I could see traces of precum on her cheeks.

“I want this inside me “she purred, “I want to feel you cum deep inside me”

I felt soft delicate kisses rain down all over my cock; her lips ran up and down its length. She pulled my foreskin back again, exposing my shiny red helmet. She licked at the pre-cum that oozed from the slit at the top. Then I felt my cock enveloped in her warm, soft mouth. At first, she held just the mushroom-shaped tip in her lips. Her warm breath wafted over the sensitive skin and drove me wild. She sucked gently at first, but she soon got into it and was really going for it.

Her head was bobbing up and down on my shaft. I ran my hand over the top of her head and tried to slow her down she must have realised I was trying to stop her or slow her down as she released my cock from between her luscious lips and gazed up at me

“You have an amazing cock Rosie” she giggled and then she looked at Damsa and gave her a cheeky wink.

She was slowly wanking me as she kissed and licked my ball bag. As much as I love a bit of foreplay, I was eager to bury my cock deep inside her pussy. I was no porn star, but I always found that once I had shot my first load things lasted a little bit longer.