This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns of Asma's sexual journey will be found by reading the entire series.
Asma groaned but still managed to push her hips back to meet the brutal cock thrusts she was receiving from Gubang Chuot, a 44-year-old, six foot three, 220-pound Sudanese, as he took the Pakistani woman doggystyle. Kneeling in her favourite fuck position she tightened her cunt muscles and felt his fuck rod slowly slide out, enjoying the feeling it created on its slow withdrawal along her wet cuntal walls.
The Pakistani refugee now living in Melbourne was 43, a tall 5ft 7, and had a longer face than many of the Indians over the border which was highlighted with dark, memorising eyes and prominent eyebrows. Her nose was sharp and gave her an aristocratic look. She had nicely shaped 34 tits, a slightly rounded belly and a womanly arse that was still firm. Many said she reminded them of Pakistan's first female president, Benazir Bhutto. But now she resembled a slut.
Gubang steadied himself by grabbing her hips and forced his 11 inches of black snake back into her into her tight cunt and before she could use her muscles on it, he had already withdrawn and fully re-entered the 43-year-old Pakistani. He chuckled as he settled with his cock impaled inside Asma and said, "You won today. You resisted me for more than 3 minutes."
Asma looked back over his shoulder and joked, "You are past it, old man. That's the last 3 I have won. Now let's get down to business." She wailed from the pleasure as the big Sudanese used his hard meat on her. Gubang groaned as he felt Asma's cunt wall spasm and her cum juice hit the tip of his cock inside her when she came. Finally, he could hold on no longer and grunted repeatedly, kept his cock deep in her, and unloaded.
It was part of a normal workday for the two of them.
Six weeks earlier Asma and two Filipinas under the leadership of Tuyen, a thirty-year-old Vietnamese had entered a Sudanese pool room in Sunshine and engaged in a gangbang with the Sudanese men there plus the reinforcements that had been called in. (See Chp. 14.) The 4 women were there because they were part of the ruling "True Believers" who controlled the university sex club, The VUX3B, at the low-level Victoria University. Victoria University accepted low achievers and refugees, the government paying them a study grant rather than unemployment benefit, thus taking them off the unemployment figures and allowing the ruling party to claim unemployment was falling due to their good work in creating jobs. Good creative accounting I call it.
But things were turning bad for The True Believers. Although they had the better females the Muslim-based "New Order" had gained the male, big cocked Sudanese youth influx and threatened to take control of the sex club at the next annual contest. Tuyen and her group had been sent to the pool room to try to get the older Sudanese men as recruits for the True Believers and it had worked. Gubang was their leader and had insisted on Asma being his liaison with the club.
Asma dressed in the back room of Gubang's new position, taxpayer-funded office and grinned as she left as she read the title on the door, "Sudanese Men Support Centre. Gubang Chuot, Director." A job that gave him $200,000AUD plus perks a year. All that for little more than providing Sudanese to the local state political branch via the University. They were ghost members, never attending but somehow their votes selected the candidate the leaders of the ALP party to choose the candidate they wanted. It was called branch stacking.
As she left, she unconsciously fingered her new emerald ear stud that she had taken from Tuyen's ear. It had replaced the Sapphire Asma had previously won and worn which had replaced her original Topaz club membership. The ear studs signified rank within the club. Of course, she had the 3 dots running horizontally tattooed on the back of her hand which showed she was from Victoria University, rather than one of the other Melbourne-based university's sex clubs. (Chp. 2 goes into greater detail regarding the club setup).
The Vietnamese Tuyen had a rivalry with Asma who, like her, was considered a rising star and sensing she had a contender to her "new star" status she had badmouthed Asma around the club. Tuyen was considered a certainty to quickly become an elite and then probably one of the 12 Primes. At the gangbang the two had fought a private battle for most men which Asma had won. The bad blood had continued. Asma challenged Tuyen and in a very close contest defeated Tuyen and sent her back to wearing a Sapphire stud while she took Tuyen's Emerald.
She pondered on Gubang's surprise offer, and feeling her cunt become wet knew she would accept. She was addicted to Gubang's cock and the sheer physicality of the big man. So much so she no longer used her husband's ultra thick schlong or her son Asfar's 11 inch which was the same length as Gubang's but nowhere as thick. Gubang had it all; her son's length and her husband's girth.
On Friday night she knocked on the door of his new house: a much better one due to his new job. Gubang escorted Asma in and introduced her as a work colleague to Ajur, his wife and Nyadol, his 18-year-old daughter. They were chalk and cheese. Ajur was 35, taller than Asma and an unusual build to most big bellied, fat arsed middle aged South Sudanese women. She was thin-legged, firm-arsed, with a round belly and melon shaped tits. Her body was draped in a loose multi-coloured cotton shift. Her daughter was model quality young Sudanese. Small titted, flat-bellied with a firm tight arse and legs that seemed to reach her neck. Unlike her mother's very short, almost shaven hair, hers was long, luxurious and softly permed. She was dressed in an electric blue, ultra-short body-clinging night club dress and towering stiletto heels. She was typical of most Young south Sudanese Dinka women. How did they morph into middle aged obesity as they aged?
Gubang saw Asma size up his daughter. "Yes, she will be a 50 cow bride," he said to her. "If she had more meat and bigger tits and arse then a 100 cow bride." Even today the South Sudanese, both there and overseas, pay the parents of the bride from 5 to 150 cows or overseas its value in cash, although 150 is an exceptional price. According to google, the world record was paid by Kol Alat who beat at least five other men who had expressed interest in marrying a virgin, also named Nyalong back in Sudan. He won the auction in line with Dinka culture after 5 contenders failed to match his 520 heifers, three Toyota V8 cars and AUD10,000 offer to win the beauty's heart. No, make that the parent's heart as she did not look happy in the wedding photos. Have a lot of daughters, especially good-looking looking is my advice to Sudanese parents. "I bought her Mother, Ajur for 20," he continued.
They had their meal of goat and Okra soup, flatbread and Ful Medames, and after they finished Gubang stood and spoke. "Asma has agreed to participate in the ceremony we share with our Kenyan neighbours, the Maasai tribes. Just as they do, our wife's value is measured in cows owned, a man may have as many wives as he can pay for, and the treatment of guests is the old values. Nyadol, prepare me."
Nyadol rose and walked to her father. The 18-year-old removed his polo shirt then knelt before him and undid his belt, unzipped his trousers and pulled them down. As always Gubang went commando and she cradled the rapidly growing cock reverently, before extending a long tongue to her father's cock and sensuously licking it, relishing the monster expanding in her hand. When it was at its maximum and the skin drum tight, he patted his daughter's head and she stepped away.
Having been pre-instructed by Gubang, Asma joined the two Sudanese women in stripping, taking time to admire the shaved slit of the daughter and her firm coned tits. Ajur removed her tent-like shift and pulled her granny bloomers down. Her torpedo tits hung vertically on her chest, and her lower belly mostly covered the sparse hair pointed at the thick-lipped, inch-wide gash below it. It was already oozing her sex juices.
As tradition determined, Gubang entered his wife, Ajur, first. She placed one foot on the dinner table and twisted her body. Asma saw her wet cunt at its most open before Gubang slid into the wet cavern like a knife going into butter. A low feral groan started deep in her belly before echoing around the room. For 3 minutes Gubang took his wife in front of Asma and Nyadol before pulling out of a disappointed Ajur with a wet slurping sound.
Gubang lay on the ground his pole, now gleaming from the coating of his wife's sex juices, pointing rigidly at the ceiling. His 18-year-old daughter straddled him and lowered her cunt to the waiting telegraph pole. The big helmet stretched her wide and she grimaced as it began to enter her quim. But slowly it entered her although Asma was unsure that would have been the case if Gubang's cock was not thickly coated with Ajur's juices. By the end of her 3 minutes, she was however fully riding her father's cock.
It was Asma's turn, and she knelt in her favourite position on her knees. She was surprised by the intense hatred in Ajur's eyes and by the focused examination of her body by Nyadol, whose hand moved to her cunt and whose eye caught Asma's who smiled. She received a warm smile back from Nyadol as the daughter's fingers started their self-pleasuring of her slit.
Asma felt the familiar pressure of Gubang's cock. This time there was no game between them and she allowed his 11 inches of black meat easy entrance. As he fucked her, she used her muscles not to restrict but pleasure his cock and a feeling of pride rushed through her when Gunmay groaned. All too soon her 3 minutes were up, and unlike their normal prolonged fucks she felt unfulfilled when he withdrew.
Gubang stood, the cock that had been inside of the 3 of them as hard as when it began to fuck Ajur and he spoke to the three women. Asma is now a guest and has full rights. It is my decree as Patriarchal head that if Asma succeeds at the next test she will become my fuck wife and Ajur will be household wife in charge of the kitchen and cleaning. Of course, Asma may delegate her duties to a family member when she is not in the house which will be most nights."
"But, but...," Ajur began, but her husband cut her off.
