Hi, please note that this is a fictional story but the plot itself involves characters over the age of 18 years even though I refer to them as boys in the story for more emphasis. Please enjoy...
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Sumaya leans against the backyard wall of her parents house. She's eavesdropping on a conversation between a group of college boys on the other side of the fence. Sumayas parents house is right next door to a community public park and the only thing separating her from having access to the park is a low fence. Sumaya listens to the boys talking about exams, and about their teachers, and she realizes they're college students. Sumaya is able to distinguish five different voices, and she instinctively begins to tingle with excitement. The boys have sexy, husky voices, and Sumaya closes her eyes for a moment, forming a description of them in her minds eye.
Sumaya begins to quiver with anticipation as she imagines all five of them fucking her against the park fence. Good God! The thought alone makes Sumaya horny. Sumaya makes up her mind through reasoning with herself that these boys would be delighted with her proposal, especially after seeing her, because Sumaya knows she's extremely attractive and has the body and face that's good enough for professional photography. Sumaya also hopes these young studs were into mature older women. Sumaya is a 35 year old, newly divorced Muslim woman, who's extremely frustrated and needs to spice up her sex life.
Sumaya has a curvaceous pear shaped body. Her tits are firm, round and natural. She's proud of her 36C cup sized breasts. Her ass is round and firm to the touch. She has olive skin, sparkling hazel green eyes, and ebony black hair that cascades in glossy waves down her back. It's naturally thick and glossy. She wears her hair up in a bun and dons the traditional Muslim headscarf. Sumaya always hides her curves by wearing black traditional cloaks. What people don't know, is that Sumaya wears lace thongs and push up bra's underneath her cloaks. It's the rebel in her, and she loves this secret, which is only known to her. Everyone around her has no idea...Sumaya loves this naughty, kinky side, but keeps it cleverly hidden, and only exposes it to those who will appreciate it.
Sumaya was married for the last 7 years to a man who had no clue how to please a woman in the bedroom. She and her husband had stopped having sex in the last two years of their marriage. Sumaya loved sex, and was forced to resort to quietly watching hours of pornography on the internet, and she had to learn the art of pleasuring herself through masturbation. She had become quite innovative when it came to masturbation, but she still yearned for the feel of a real male body against hers. She had never had the guts to cheat on her husband with another man, in the conventional sense anyway. But Sumaya had ended up making a career online by becoming a professional webcam model. She earned extra cash masturbating online for men. The men who watched her always made her feel like a goddess. She'd accumulated a decent fan base and was considered a professional model in the webcam business. Men paid ridiculous amounts of money just to watch her strip and pleasure herself in all kinds of ways. Her husband had never found out, and he'd never bothered to ask her where all her extra cash came from.
Finally, the financial problems, coupled with the obvious lack of intimacy, and them not yet having children, had been the end to their married life. Sumaya mustered up the courage to ask for a divorce, and her husband had readily obliged, not giving it another thought.
When a Muslim woman, who has no children, gets a divorce, she's automatically expected to return to her parents home, and wait until a new suitable candidate can be found. Sumaya never really cared for the religious doctrines, and she only agreed to these religious rules for the sake of her parents. If her parents caught even a whiff of her unorthodox housewife profession, they'd probably disown her. She lied and pretended to be a professional online blogger. It sounded fancy, and since her parents were never really computer literate, they simply accepted the little white lie without batting an eyelash.
So here she was, in her parents backyard, having some alone time and enjoying the cool night breeze. Sumaya realises she's sexually frustrated as hell and this makes her loins tingle.
Sumaya is wearing black thigh high fishnet stockings, and black 6 inch stilleto heels. She's short, and stilletos make her feel taller and somehow thinner. She has no panties on, and she's not wearing a bra underneath her thin black satin cloak. Her cloak ties around her waist with a black sash and easily opens up if the sash is untied. Her hair is wrapped up into a bun on top of her head, and she's wearing a black rectangular chiffon headscarf. Sumaya's eyes are accentuated by black traditional kohl and it makes her look sexily exotic. Sumaya's gorgeous and she knows it! She also knows that she carries her age well. At first glance, Sumaya could be mistaken for being in her mid twenties, and she loves using this to her advantage. Sumaya also has a fetish for younger men, and she's becoming more and more excited at the thought of meeting these boys in the park.
Sumaya's desire is apparent. She's so horny, her pussy is moist with want. Her nipples harden, and protrude seductively through the thin fabric of her satin cloak. She needs to get fucked by these boys. Her mind keeps replaying a scene where she's being fucked hard by all 5 of them. She wants them to fuck her so hard, that she won't be able to walk straight. She wants her pussy to feel sore once they're done with her. The more she thinks about it, the more excited she becomes.
Sumaya has an idea. She giggles quietly to herself as she removes her headscarf, unties her bun and lets her long hair cascade down her back. She then folds the headscarf into a headband which she dons, leaving a little piece hanging loose on the side of her head. With this piece of the scarf, she covers her face like a belly dancer. The only thing that is visible is her mesmerizing green eyes, while her beautiful black hair cascades down her back.
Sumaya springs into immediate action. She doesn't want to lose her nerve. She grabs hold of the garden chair and drags it to the edge of the low fence. She stands up on the chair and slowly climbs over the fence, taking care not to rip her billowing cloak. She lands lightly on her feet in the lush, slightly damp grass and feels momentarily disoriented. Once her eyes adjust to the dark, she looks to her left and sees them.
Sumaya focuses on the red coal emanating from a cigarette in one of the boy's mouths. They quickly straighten up in surprise when she unexpectedly climbed over the fence and they regard her suspiciously. Sumaya counts 5 silhouettes in total, and notices with childish delight that they are all tall and well built. She also realizes they're all over 18 years of age. As she walks over, she tries to guess the ages of these boys, and they are without a doubt, boys who look they're over the ages of 18 years of age and no older than 23 years old. All 5 of them are muscular, fit and handsome. They're clean shaven, and the only hair they seem to possess, are black spiked hairdos. All of the boys are Indian and all of them are Muslim, because when they realize she's wearing the Muslim Hijab, they greet her using the Islamic greeting.
The chiffon scarf she wears is transparent, but it's enough to obscure her identity in the darkness. These boys would eventually find out who she was, because she blatantly climbed over the fence. They'd find out that she lived next door to the park. Right now, however, Sumaya didn't care to dwell much on these unpleasant thoughts. Thoughts of being pounded hard by these hunky boys consumed every fibre of her being.
Sumaya sits seductively on the bench right in front of her audience and crosses her legs, lifting the hem of her cloak up to her knees so they can see the thigh high fishnets she's wearing. All of them whistle, gawking at her. She silences them with a sexy smile and whispers huskily:
