The World’s First Futa’s Daughters 04 – Futa’s First Arab Passion Chapter 2: Nova Enjoys the Imam’s Wives

The World’s First Futa’s Daughters – Futa’s First Arab Passion

Chapter Two: Nova Enjoys the Imam’s Wives

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

July 24th, 2038 – Nova Alfarsi

My nightgown did nothing to hide my futa-cock throbbing hard as I swept through my new living room. I hadn’t had a chance to notice any bit of the house. It had a cheerful look to it, decorated with colorful blankets on the furniture and photos in gold frames on the wall. Sitting around a low, glass table was my new wife, Wahida, and two other women. All three had their hijabs off, their black hair exposed.

They were sipping tea as they stared at me. Wahida had a smile playing on her lips. I had made such sweet love to her last night while our husband watched and rubbed his little cock. It was so exciting being in this marriage.

I was the first futa, one of the thousands and thousands of daughters of Becky Woodward, to come to the Middle East and show the Arab world they could embrace us. I had converted to Islam and married Talib Alfarsi so he could have the pleasure of watching me fuck his wife and join in the fun.

We shared Wahida. She had experienced such rapture last night. Possibly, her first orgasm. Certainly the first time anyone had gone down on her juicy pussy. It was wild. We had such a delicious time. However, my long flight from America had worn me out, and I had fallen asleep after cumming in her pussy.

“Good morning,” I said in English. “Allah be with you.”

“It’s nearly noon,” said Wahida. “Talib said to let you sleep in after your long journey.”

“From America?” the older woman who had joined my wife said.

“Indeed,” I said, coming to join them. “You are Rizwana, yes?”

The mature woman nodded, her cheeks smooth and with all the beauty her years had given her. She was more than a handsome woman. She must have been breathtaking when she was my age, eighteen. She was Imam Hoosam Karimi’s first wife. I had met her last night at my wedding at her husband’s mosque.

“And you are…” I frowned at the younger woman. She was the imam’s second wife.

A naughty gleam twinkled in her eyes as she stared at me. She licked her lips and shifted on the floor. “I am Fahima,” she said. “Allah’s blessings be upon you, Nova.”

I smiled as I sat down beside my wife, my futa-dick throbbing.

“Perhaps we should be going,” said Rizwana. “Your new wife is awake, Wahida. I am sure you two have much… to discuss.”

“To get to know each other?” I asked, grinning at them. “We did plenty of that last time, didn’t we, my love?”

Wahida’s dusky cheeks darkened. She quickly sipped her tea, squirming.

I left, wicked and wild. “She was more virginal than I was last night.”

“Did you and her really…?” asked Fahima. She leaned in, her tongue flicking across her plump lips.

“That is there business,” said the older woman as she rose. “Come along, Fahima. Let’s give them some privacy. What they do is between them, their husband, and Allah. She is his divine gift. How she wishes to… love Wahida is there business.”

“Do you think our husband will marry a futa?” asked Fahima as she rose, grabbing her colorful hijab and draping the headscarf over her hair.

“Perhaps,” Rizwana said. “Perhaps not. That is his decision.”

“I do hope more my sisters come to Saudi Arabia,” I said. “And if not, well, at least I am here. One miracle of Allah to grace your country.”

Fahima glanced at me and her cheeks darkened. She was such a beauty. My futa-dick throbbed even harder as I watched the two leave. They vanished out of the living room in their heavy dresses, hiding any hint of what they might look like beneath their clothes.

I ached to find out.

“You are a naughty one,” Wahida said, “coming out here with that hard cock thrusting against the folds.”

“I can’t help it that I’m horny,” I said, my hand running through her fine, black hair. It was like silk. It was a wonder to enjoy.

She smiled at me. “Right. You heard the sound of women, and that was enough to get a rise out of you. I have heard of you futas. All horny, wanton things.”

I winked at her.

She grabbed my blonde hair. She was definitely less shy than last night. I shuddered as she pulled me to her lips. I kissed her with hunger. My mouth melted against hers, loving the feel of her against me. She groaned, our lips sealing tight. This wicked heat flowed through me as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I loved the feel of her. I loved her boldness as her tongue dueled with mine.

I moaned, our tongue dancing and caressing each other. She tasted so good. I whimpered as her hand found my hardon. She gripped me through my thin nightgown, stroking me. Her thumb rubbed across the pinnacle of my breasts. My dick throbbed, my pussy drinking in the tingles.

She broke our kiss. “You are bleeding through.”

“Huh?” I panted as her thumb kept massaging my cock’s crown.

“Your juices are bleeding through. Cock juices.”

“Precum,” I said. I grinned at her. “What do you expect would happen when you touch me like that?”

She gave me a wicked smile. “It’s like your cock is begging me to drink those juices. Your precum.”

“Mmm, yes,” I said, leaning back onto my elbows, my legs stretching out beneath the low table.

She released my cock and dragged my nightgown up my thighs. I trembled, my body shaking. My futa-dick throbbed as my Arab wife unveiled more and more of my pale legs. The hem went higher and higher. She exposed my thighs.

Then she revealed my cock thrusting from my blonde bush.

My clit-dick sprang out, thrusting up long and hard from the folds of my pussy. My cock, swollen dark with my passion, twitched with my heartbeat. She licked her lips as she leaned her head down.

I grabbed her black hair, sweeping it out of the way so I could admire her beautiful face. She was only a few years older than me, her skin a lovely shade of dusky tan. Her lips were plump and wet. They came closer and closer to my cock.

“You make me so wanton,” she said. “You futas are invigorating. I see why Allah made you.”

“Yes, yes, to give pleasure to women like you.”

She smiled at me, pausing in her descent. “You gave me more pleasure than I had in all my life. You made Talib give it to me, too. You are amazing, Nova. I am thankful Allah sent you to us.”

Her head darted down the rest of the way. Her mouth engulfed my futa-dick.

I groaned, my dick throbbing while my thoughts went to that delicious Fahima. The gleam in her eyes. She wanted me. The imam’s wife wanted to enjoy a futa’s passion. I bet she would be wild once I stripped her out of her dress.

Wahida’s hungry mouth slid up and down my girl-cock. My new wife gave me such a treat. I gripped her hair, watching her cheeks hollow as I pictured Fahima in my place. To cuckold not just my husband while I lived here, but an imam…

“Oh, yes, yes, I am so glad Allah sent me here, too,” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, just like that. You’re perfect. You’re making me so happy, Wahida.”

She sucked on my girl-dick. My pussy clenched. My juices trickled out, soaking my bush. My tart passion perfumed the air, rising over the scent of sandalwood incense. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as she sucked and loved my girl-dick.

Her tongue danced around my crown while Fahima filled my thoughts. I shuddered, my toes curling. My cunt clenched. The pleasure built and built in me. That need to cum. That explosive, building pressure that grew and grew in the depths of my cunt. I was coming closer and closer to erupting. To flooding Wahida’s hungry mouth with my futa-cum.

It was incredible to enjoy. This wicked delight shot through me. I wanted to enjoy Fahima the same way I could enjoy Wahida. I was an ambassador to the Arab people. To their women. I had to be like my futa-mother.

I had to enjoy as many of them as I could.

“Wahida, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Ooh, you’re incredible. I love you.”

She sucked with such passion. My pussy clenched. My ovaries brimmed with cum. I would fire so much into her mouth. I would flood her. She would be drowning in my futa-cum for the rest of the day. Just reveling in it.

I smiled at her as she worked her mouth up and down my shaft. Her tongue was nimble, dancing, pleasing me as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed, her eyes glassy. My cunt clenched. This wild heat rippled through me.

I gasped at the feel of her hand sweeping up my thigh.

“Ooh, yes, yes, finger my twat as you blow me,” I moaned. “You’re such a naughty wife.”

She sucked with delight. Her delicious fingers swept up my inner thigh and brushed the curls of my pussy. Then she was brushing over my vulva until she stroked my pussy lips directly. I gasped at her hot touch. My breasts jiggled beneath my nightgown as she stroked my labia.

She penetrated me.

“Wahida!” I moaned, my futa-cock throbbing in her mouth.

She sucked with hunger on my shaft. I groaned, feeling dizzy from the heat surging out of me. This wicked, wild, wanton passion built and built in me. She fingered my twat with her delicious fingers. She caressed my hot flesh, teasing me.

I wanted to just explode. To erupt and spurt my cum into her hungry mouth. I loved her. It was an experience to enjoy. A wild passion that would have me gasping and moaning. Her fingers pumped in and out of me. She stirred me up to a froth.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Oh, wow, that’s good. Oh, Wahida, you’re amazing.”

She moaned around my cock.

Her hungry suckles had my dick throbbing and aching. I panted, my nipples tingling. I grabbed the hem of my nightgown and ripped it off. My blonde hair bounced around my face while my tits were exposed. She stared up at them as she blew me.

She moaned, her fingers thrusting faster and faster in and out of my pussy. My cunt clenched down on her. I loved the feel of her digits reaming in and out of my twat. She gave me such a treat. Such passion to enjoy. This dizzying heat danced around me. I shuddered, my teeth grinding together as the passion built and built in me.

“Ooh, yes, yes,” I moaned. “That’s it. Come on, just work those fingers in and out of me.