2 comments/ 3503 views/ 4 favorites The Garden of Abal By: Subtext That day at the office Ron couldn't believe he was caught! He had let his guard down and gotten sloppy! Lois Trainer had surprised him by approaching his cubical from behind. It must have been her habit of walking around in her stocking feet. The bitch was like a ninja! Anyway, she had seen, albeit briefly, one of the nasty pictures on his computer. He minimized it quickly, but her face registered the shock, and his efforts to cover the embarrassing moment with small talk were only met by an awkward silence. She handed him the report she had come to deliver and quickly retreated. Ron sank into his chair and grabbed his forehead after she left. "Fuck!" he said under his breath. The photo had been a lewd one. It was a naked woman on her knees with her ass pushed into the air, her extremely hairy vagina on general display. Her face was looking back at the camera with a somewhat bored expression. It was one of his favorites. He loved to imagine himself fucking indifferent women, women that didn't care about all that body hair grooming bullshit, women who would hold their overgrown twats up in the air for public inspection with no trace of shame. Yes, she had probably done it all for free, he liked to think. But now he worried about the ramifications of this rude policy breach. What would Lois do with this information? Would she report her discovery to a supervisor? Days passed with no action from management and this made him feel a lot better since their company always pounced on such impropriety issues. Lois had obviously decided to let it go since, after all, her exposure to the pornography had been quite accidental. He breathed a sigh of relief. That is, until the day when his department had lunch at a local restaurant. He and his buddy Sam and Lois and six other women went out that day. Somehow the light and cheerful conversation suddenly turned embarrassingly personal when one of the women started talking about her trip to the beach and how shocked she was to see women in bikinis who obviously didn't shave between their legs! "Some of them were just lying there with their legs spread and all this hair coming out of the sides!" one female co-worker said disgustedly. Ron felt his face flush a bit as the others proceeded to have fun with the topic. "Do they think it's a good way to attract men?" another woman said sarcastically. "Well, there are lots of guys that get off on that kind of stuff!" another female coworker interjected. Ron looked over at Lois and she seemed to be laughing right along with all of the rest of them. Then Abal Aziz chimed in, a woman Ron had always found enthrallingly attractive because of her strong, ethnic good looks. "In Lebanon this is common." She pronounced, "We don't have such taboos about the natural body there." Everyone at the table became suddenly quiet. Then Sam had the courage to speak. "So they just let it all hang out?" he asked. "No, it is covered for the most part, but Arab women just have more hair down there." Abal Aziz replied in a matter of fact way. The silence at the table remained unbroken after this statement since no one wanted to make a comment that might be considered even remotely racist. But Ron felt a surging excitement move through him. He was now convinced that he and Abal were of the same mind when it came to women's bodies. To hell with the rest of them, he thought. He had now made an amazing discovery! Weeks passed with Ron thinking about Abal nonstop. He pictured her on the beach in Lebanon, running down the shoreline in her bikini with her dense, black, pubic fur jutting out from between her legs. It was all juvenile nonsense, but then one day he had the chance to go to lunch with her. They went out with a group, but eventually ended up going alone together to a Thai restaurant that the others thought was too "third world" for them. Ron was fascinated with her manner and her conversation. She talked about Middle Eastern history without getting overly political and about her family and her parent's liberal views. The first chance Ron had to steer the conversation to the beach, he took it. "So Lebanon is a pretty liberal place?" he prodded. "Yes, they call it the Paris of the Middle East!" Abal reported with pride. "Are there any nude beaches?" he asked with a sheepish grin. Abal laughed thinking back to the conversation the group had had at lunch a week earlier. "I don't think so." She nodded, "But what fun would it be if everything was revealed? Don't you see, it's the things that are covered or partially covered that capture the imagination!" Ron knew she was right and he couldn't help watching her large, expressive eyes as she spoke which seemed to have a fierce as well as empathetic quality to them. Then her full lips as she chewed her food drew his eyes down. Her face was perfectly allotted into equal thirds, with all her features seemingly exaggerated and brought together by her strong, high-bridged nose. Her thick, shoulder-length hair framed her face perfectly and almost threatened to engulf it. "So do you like girls with hairy bodies?" she suddenly asked him from out of the blue. Ron almost choked on his shrimp soup. "Umm," he said, wiping the soup dribble off his chin quickly with his napkin, "Sure...why not. I mean...it makes them more...real." Abal smiled at his reaction. She saw that he was visibly unnerved. "I remember when my girlfriends and I would go to the shore and change into our swimsuits..." she started. Ron's expression as he listened became dazed and weak. "...we would always tease each other about our hairiness..." Ron felt like he was there watching them now. "...and those skimpy little suits could never cover it." "It" was the only word Ron wanted to know the meaning of. So you just let "it" be seen? What did "it" look like? He wanted to ask. Ron tried to gather himself. "We used to wear cut-off jeans into the ocean." He told her lamely, "Great times!" Ron was flustered and Abal knew it. She decided to press. "And then when I got married I never wanted my husband to see me naked..." Ron scratched his ear unnaturally and fidgeted with his fork. "...I was afraid if he did he would reject me." Ron wanted to ask her if she liked having unruly groin hair and also how she managed it, but that would have been crossing the line. "Well, I think it's about self-acceptance." he finally replied. "Hmm, so true!" she said, taking note of the sweat on his upper lip. Ron was almost beside himself at this point. Here this woman was telling him all about the details of her private anatomy! But why? Was she waiting for him to break the rules of propriety and blurt out words that might be deemed offensive? But this was what he had always dreamed of finding, a natural, free-spirited woman! What was he afraid of? Was it possible that he was incapable of taking action to satisfy his own sexual desires? Was he just an ineffectual freak? This woman fit his physical and sexual profile to a tee, so what was he waiting for? As the lunch hour wound down and they got up to leave, he decided the time was right. "Can I call you sometime?" he asked. "No," she said, "I'll call you." "Great!" he replied, somewhat surprised by her assertiveness. Two days later she called him as he was returning home from the gym. "Hello Ron, this is Abal. How are you?" Adrenaline shot up into Ron's throat. "Hi! Good! And you?" "I'm great. I just wanted to call and tell you how much I enjoyed having lunch with you the other day." Ron felt a rush of exhilaration with these words. "Yes, I had a great time, too." he replied somewhat stiffly. "I really felt so comfortable talking to you. It surprised me." "Well it was amazing to listen to all of your wonderful stories...about your childhood." "I hope I wasn't too frank about my experiences!" "No! Your honesty was very refreshing! I really felt like I was there with you...in Lebanon!" he told her. "Yeah! I got that feeling too! But I probably shouldn't have asked you those personal questions." "Oh please, don't apologize. I was fascinated." "You were fascinated? By a bunch of hairy girls?" Her directness caught him by surprise again. He laughed in a forced way. "Well...it was funny...the stories, I mean." "But I remember, if I'm not mistaken, that you said you liked hairy women." Ron's heart kicked into a hammer beat at that moment. "Oh sure...I mean, yes. Why can't women have hair?" he replied, forcing another laugh. "Ron...I guess what I'm trying to say is...thanks for making me feel good about myself." Ron's mind reeled as he realized she was now thanking him for making her feel good about her own hairy sex parts. "You should feel good! Why would you feel bad?" "I don't actually, Ron. It's just nice to get some positive reinforcement." "Sure." "The truth is, I like my body just as it is, with all its curves and thickets." Ron's eyes rolled back in his head with the thought of Abal's "thickets". He reached down at this point and started touching himself. He had to be careful with his words now. "None of my girlfriends ever shaved and that was how I liked them." He told her. "Wow." She replied with admiration in her voice, "Even under their arms?" "Yes, even on their arms, and legs and bellies too!" "Wow...I have some in all those places." Ron's body shuttered with this statement. He gripped his member tighter and tried to keep his voice from quivering. "My girlfriends always loved to show themselves to me with pride." He told her. "That's so beautiful!" "It was! And I loved to watch them! I miss that" There was a long pause and Ron thought he heard her breathing get slightly louder. "Abal?" "Yes." She replied distractedly. "What are you doing right now?" There was another long pause. "I'm sitting on the side of the tub." She finally said. Ron closed his eyes and saw her. He had to take a chance and cross the line now. "What are you wearing?" She breathed a long, slow exhalation. "Nothing." He saw now that all his feelings about her had been correct. He took a deep breath and concentrated his mind. "Describe your body to me." "My body...well...it's curvy. My hips and legs are big. My chest is medium." "And what about your hair?" he asked, almost certain he could smell her now. "My body hair?" "Yes." "Well, it's heavy between my legs and trails out a bit." Ron's penis was out of his pants and big in his hand now. He started dry stroking it as he envisioned her. "So what do you do when you wear a bikini at the beach?" he asked, almost shaking with anticipation. "Well, if I wear a two piece suit now I get bottoms that go down over my legs a bit." "Oh, I see...so does it ever show around the sides?" "Well, sometimes after I go in the water I'll have to check it." "Do you see men staring?" "Sometimes." "Your hair down there must be thick." "Oh yes!" This emphatic affirmation sent a charge into his testicles. His gland swelled and became bulbous and bright red above his clinched fist. He imagined his member parting the dense, black forest between her legs and sliding into its warm, wet forgetfulness. "Ron?" "Yes." He replied, almost startled. "Oh good. I thought I lost you." "No." he assured her. "Okay, so...what else do you want to know?" Ron realized she understood him now. "How do you wash it?" "Well, I soap it up really well...and work the lather down to reach it all." "Down to where?" "To my ass!" She said in an amused and almost scolding tone. "You mean...your asshole?" "Yes Ron! The hair is down there too!" "Around your asshole?" "Yes! Of course! Ron's body quaked. He spat on himself and began stroking his prick in earnest. "So tell me how you wash your hairy asshole?" he asked. "Thoroughly!" she replied. Ron wondered now if she could hear him slapping away at himself. "With your hand?" he asked. "Yes!" Ron's cock was iron hard and seeping with pre cum now. "Can you just say it?" he asked in a desperate tone. "Say what?" "How you wash your asshole!" He blurted with mounting frustration. "Okay! I scrub my hairy asshole with my hand!" Abal exclaimed with mild exasperation. But there was something about the way she pronounced "asshole" with her Arabic accent stressing the syllable "ass" that broke down what was left of his resistance. His semen began to erupt out of him in salvos at that moment. There was nothing Ron could do to quell the vocalization of his orgasm. He panted and groaned freely as the pleasure waves rolled over him. Abal listened intently. She waited until his breathless groaning trailed off before she spoke. "Are you better now, Ron?" "Ah, yeah. Much better." He answered weakly. "Good. Do you know where my hand is now?" "Ah Jesus...!" "It's between my legs." "Oh fuck..." He complained again, groaning. "My fingers are deep inside my pussy." Ron thought this was a cruel thing for her to tell him at this point since his cock was already soaked in its own juices. "But I can't cum, Ron. Not unless you're here. That's just the way I am. I need you to be here. Do you understand?" "Yes." He said, even though he didn't really understand. "Good. So sleep well, Ron, and I'll see you at work tomorrow. Ron was somewhat taken aback by her abruptness. "Oh...okay...sure...see you in the morning." He said, before dropping the phone and collapsing backwards onto his bed. He laid there with cum all over his hand and abdomen and entertained the vision of her naked, densely bearded twat being finger fucked. He wondered if he would be able to control himself if he ever really did experience it. The next day at work Abal walked past his cubicle several times without paying him any mind. Then she surprised him by suddenly appearing over his shoulder. She put a folded note down on his desk and addressed him in a very business-like way. "I think this is something important for you to read, Mr. Hamill." She told him. After she left he opened the note and read it. It was typed. "I washed it today in the ladies room. It took three paper towels to dry it." The note read. Ron's mind tingled with the erotic power of this image. Abal had succeeded now in elevating her hairy twat to mythical status in his imagination. It was all he saw for the rest of the day. Riding the bus on the way home, his phone buzzed. "I'm at the Windmore in room 286. Come now!" Abal's text message directed. When he got there she opened the door dressed in a bikini. He froze in his tracks as he looked down at her. Her body was pretty much as he had pictured it; a tan-skinned hourglass. "Please come in, Ron." She said confidently. Ron smiled and continued into the room. "Please, sit down." She said as she gestured to a chair by the window, "Can I get you some water?" "Ah, yeah, sure." He said with a tinge of nervousness. After he sat down he watched her surreptitiously as she poured the water from a glass jug into a cup. He saw that her bottom was indeed somewhat full. She walked to him happily to serve him the cup of water. It was then he saw her jet black pubic hair peeking out against her legs and streaming up in a narrow line to her belly button. He took the water and drank it nervously as she stood before him. He was feeling incredibly turned on at this point, but also incredibly anxious. Before him was the paragon of all his dreams. This was her! But could he handle this woman in reality? "Do you want to go down to the pool?" Abal asked him. Ron was very excited by this invitation, not because he wanted to go swimming with her, but because she was open to showing her hairiness to anyone! But no, he didn't want to have other guys at the pool gawking at her and then running back to their rooms to jerk off. No, she was all his now! "No, not really." He told her, trying to sound casual, "But I like the way you look in this bikini!" Abal seemed to be sincerely flattered by this compliment. She stood there and smiled in a demure way. Ron set the cup down and stood up slowly. He stepped into her and put his hands on her broad hips. Then he began to lead her in a slow dance. She put her hands on his shoulders and looked up at him with her large, penetrating, black eyes. Finally, he moved down and kissed her. She didn't respond to the first kiss so he kissed her again and this time her sensuous lips pressed back firmly against his. As he drew her body into his, his cock became immediately stiff. He breathed her scent in slowly. She smelled like jasmine. "Can I see it?" he asked abruptly. "You mean..." "Yes." He replied. Okay." She said, smiling nervously. Ron sat down on one of the beds and Abal sat down directly across from him on the other. "How do you want me to show it to you?" she asked awkwardly. "Why don't you kneel on the bed?" "Kneel on the bed? ...okay." She stood and turned around and climbed on top of the bed facing away from him. Then she pushed her ass back toward him. Ron was at once captivated by what he saw. He leaned in to get a better look. "Oh my god! It's beautiful!" he exclaimed. Abal's rear end was broad and full-cheeked and around the crotch of her bikini bottoms her fertility protruded out like an unchecked jungle. Ron slid off the bed to his knees to get his face level with her amazingly fecund rear parts. He put his hands on the sides of her ass cheeks and moved them in small circles as he inspected her. "My god! Your cunt is so bushy!" he told her. "Well...I don't cut it down like most women." She admitted. "Can I take your bottoms off?" "If you'd like." She replied, looking uneasy. He grabbed the waist of her bikini briefs and slowly and reverently pulled them down to her knees, and then completely off. His mind had trouble processing the richness of the treasure that he now found before him as he brought Abal's secret crevice into the world of light. Her dense, black pubic hair not only obscured her vagina completely, but continued around and up her ass crack past her anus. Some of it even strayed out onto her ass cheeks. My god! It would take five paper towels to wipe this unkempt bush dry! He thought. "How do you like my garden?" she asked him with nervousness in her voice. "It's amazing." Ron replied laconically as he took in the fertile fumes rising up from Abal's hair encircled anus. "I've never shown it to a man like this." She admitted to him. Ron was appalled by this statement. He understood that waste and injustice occurred in the world, but on this scale! "I'm sorry, but your husband is a jackass!" he exclaimed with contempt. "Well, he's just conventional." How any man could look at her ass and not lose his load on the spot was beyond him! "Can you stick it out a little more?" he requested as he continued to take in all the sensory information of her overgrown crack. Abal rotated her hips back more and all the moist, brown and pink meat of your cunt emerged from the forest. "Like this?" she asked. "Yes, yes, that's it! Your pussy just bloomed like a flower in front of me!" "Well, do you know that the name Abal means 'wild rose' in Arabic?" she informed him. "Oh my god, that's absolutely poetic!" he replied elatedly, "That's the perfect description for your twat." Abal decided she liked the word "twat". It made her feel like she had something men desired enough to objectify. "I'm so glad you like my 'twat'?" she told him, smiling proudly. "How could I not?! He replied as he closed his eyes and breathed in her heady aroma. "Are you sniffing it?" she asked with a hint of concern. The Garden of Abal "Yes, I love the way it smells!" "Oh, good. I'm happy it excites you." she said. "Do you mind if I just smell it for a while?" "No." she replied. With this, Ron let his face fall fully into Abal's untamed ass. As soon as contact was made her sex exploded up into his olfactory glands and invaded his brain like a surging tide of musk heat. He let his face and tongue root around in her furry ass regions until he began to lose his spatial orientation. Abal's cunt and rear end were like opiates to him. Finally, he regained his bearings enough to locate her clitoris. He started sucking and licking it teasingly as he shoved his nose against her anus. This part of her didn't smell like jasmine, it smelled better! Like the musk-oil potions he imagined in the ancient Arabian markets. Abal went down to her elbows and closed her eyes, her face the picture of concentration. Ron was doing something to her that she had never known. Her body, she realized, had a power she never thought existed and also a sensitivity she never suspected. Ron's tongue felt better than her own wet fingers, and when he sucked on her clit, it made all the muscles in her vagina and anus contract at once. She kept concentrating on what his tongue was doing as it ran up and down her labia. "Insha Allah!" she said as his tongue moved along her outer vaginal lips. Ron only groaned as he continued to delve into her growing wetness with the desperation of a starving man. He worked his tongue down between her inner labia and then onto her somewhat resistant fuck hole. He finally pushed his tongue in forcefully. "Ohh!" she called out in surprise. But the smell of her musky ass kept pulling him back up and his tongue was soon circling her pheromone spewing butt hole. Her mind was soon being jolted by the invasive sensation of his sloppy tongue as it licked and pressed around her sphincter muscles. She found that his licking on that spot had the power to make her travel. She closed her eyes and allowed the sensation to lift her. It was an altogether different feeling then she had ever felt before. She found herself waiting impatiently for his tongue to penetrate it. In the meantime, Ron freed his prick and began stroking himself spastically, his arousal threatening to break his concentration. But Abal's ass was doing something to him. He thought if he could only penetrate it with his nose or tongue that it would bring him to a higher truth. He tried several times to enter it this way, but then impatiently pushed his thumb down into her. Abal's head rose up and she called out his favorite word as it went in. "Not in my asshole!" she blurted. Ron pushed his thumb into her deeper while keeping his nose right there on top of her. He felt her sphincter muscles contract around his digit like a fist. Ron's eyes rolled back in his head as he thought about how these muscles would feel around his cock! Abal began to moan. "Oh Ron! Fuck it harder!" she pleaded with her somewhat harsh, Arabic-accented pronunciation of "fuck it". Ron's cock stroking was so forceful now it was audible, as Abal gave him more quavering instructions. "That's it! Keep doing that!" she blurted as her body began to shake. Ron continued plunging his thumb into her ass as he licked at her anal rim. "Oh my god!" she shouted as her entire body seemed to be suddenly seized by a rolling tremor. "In-shhaaaa!" she screamed at that moment. Ron kept penetrating her as she came, but finally he just allowed his thumb to be still inside her as her anal muscles pulsed around it. Her orgasm rolled on for an amazingly long time as she continued to be shaken by the small revolutions that rumbled through her. Watching and feeling her body in such violent convulsions soon forced Ron to withdraw his thumb from her and stand up to finish himself. "Oh shit! I can't hold it!" he called out as he pointed his very average erection down towards her hairy ass. "Here I come!" As Abal felt Ron's semen fall down onto her ass, she smiled with weak gratitude. She finally understood what cumming was! She knew how to take as well as to give pleasure now! She allowed her body to fall flat after Ron was done. Then she twisted her torso to one side and looked back at him. His mouth was still shiny wet from her pussy and his eyes stared down at her with weary depletion. She was going to need more of this! Much more! The following week, at their next rendezvous, he made her come even harder by licking her clitoris as he finger-fucked her ass. This made her certain that she really was the responsive woman she always believed herself to be. But then each successive meeting became a repeat of these first ones. She would have to prop up her ass for him to bury his face into before anything could happen. To her, this was the foreplay, but as she came to understand, for him, this was the main event; the smelling, licking and worshipping of her hairy crack, followed by the squirting of his load onto her from above. After a month of this, Ron was in the middle of another wet and wild facial adventure in her fertile crack when she heard the now familiar cock slapping start. She turned back to him and spoke in an annoyed voice. "Excuse me! Mr. hairy asshole lover!" she announced harshly. Ron stopped his musk fueled ass tour and looked up over the mounds of her bountiful butt cheeks. Her face was looking back at him and showed a vexation he'd never seen before. "Yes?" he replied, shamelessly, his free hand still clutching one globe of her ass. "Do you think today we could have normal sex for once?!" Abal stated with a disdainful edge to her voice. Ron knew this meant trouble. He sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Sure, I love fucking!" he told her. "Okay, great! So what are you afraid of? Babies?" she asked. "No, no." he replied. "Good, because I want to feel your cock inside me." She said, "Go ahead and put it in my asshole, if you like." Ron's groin tingled when she said "asshole". It was the word from her that always primed his libido. He reached out and spread her ass cheeks and started to move his face back into her hairy-sex, wonder-world. She reached back and pushed his head away. "This is not what I want!" she told him as she stood up, "This is weird!" Ron was overcome with a sense of panic by this sudden and forceful expression of discontent. "But...what about all the orgasms?" he protested, "You never had those before." "Ron, I need more than a guy who just wants to sniff my ass and jerk off! You're not a dog! You're a man!" she chided him. Ron stayed there on his knees lost in thought. "Look, I appreciate what you've done to help me get in touch with my body again," She started, "but it's not fair because now I want more! Now I want to know what it feels like to get fucked by your cock in my...you know!" "Sure," he replied as he gained his feet, "Well, assume the position." He told her, pointing down to the bed. "Okay, but no sniffing or licking this time, right?" "Nope, just straight up cock in the hole." He replied. Abal got back on the edge of the bed and stuck her ass in the air. "Head up! Eyes forward! No distractions!" she told him. "You bet!" Ron said as he tried to get his cock interested again. But the more he concentrated and tried to shake his cock back to stiffness, the softer it became. He tried to breathe deeply and sniff her cunt musk from above, but it seemed so far away now. He rubbed the head of his flaccid member against her anus in a last ditch effort, but finally he became frustrated. It seemed his cock needed his nose to be wet and filled with the perfume of her earthy cunt and then feel the special pressure of his own hand before it could feel at home; and even though the thought of being in her ass was amazingly exciting to him, he just couldn't get his dick behind the idea. Finally, he gave up and sat back on the other bed in resignation. Abal was quite annoyed. "Why don't we try it again next time?" She proposed as she got up and walked to the bathroom. "Sure." Ron replied, sulking. But the next time didn't come. Ron saw Abal at work after that, but she averted her eyes from him each time they met. And the messages he left on her phone went unreturned as well. This pushed Ron into a deep depression and then anger rose in him. He felt used and abandoned. Soon afterwards at work he began to feel isolated. He wasn't sure, but it seemed everyone was avoiding him, even his male friends. He started working overtime to keep his mind off his problems, but a week later he made a discovery that rocked him. One evening he heard strange sounds coming from one of the large storage rooms as he walked by. He listened for a moment and then used his security card to get in. The room inside was dark, but he immediately located the voices as he closed the door quietly behind him. They were coming from the back corner of the room. He proceeded with caution down an aisle between two shelves stacked to the ceiling with used office equipment. He listened to the increasing loud vocalizations coming from behind several more rows of shelves. It was the sound of a couple in the throes of heated copulation. He stopped short in sick horror when he recognized one of the voices as Abal's. "Fuck my dirty ass!" she pleaded, exhorting her partner. The familiar Arabic accented words ripped through Ron's body like a scimitar. It seemed Abal was even more sexually awakened than he had suspected. The hard breathing sounds of the man got louder. Then he spoke. "You like that?!" the man gasped, "You like that cock?!" "Oh my heaven! My dear god!" Abal gushed. This was when Ron identified the other voice. It was Sam, his buddy in research and development! Rage rose up in him immediately until he felt his head glowing red. He entertained the impulse to grab a desktop copier and break it over Sam's back, but then he thought again. As a person with secret information, he was the one in control now! He knew what they were doing and exactly where they were doing it! And in a way, they were performing just for him! He felt a smile overtake his face just then. He was going to have fun with these backstabbing bastards! He reached down and began to fondle himself as Abal continued to vocalize. "Inshalaaaaah!" she called out as the slapping sound of their bodies in collision amplified. Ron's cock was hard now as he tried to catch Abal's scent on the air. The sounds of Sam's physical exertions and grunting became increasingly animalist in nature. They soon evolved into a sort of whining falsetto. Ron wondered what Sam's cock looked like pushing deep into Abal's musky asshole. He wanted to get closer to get some sort of visual on the scene, but it was too risky. If he was discovered by them now, he might never get a chance like this again. He had to be smart. "Ah, Jesus! It's so fucking tight!" Sam yelled out suddenly. Ron knew of what Sam spoke! He had felt Abal's ass contract around his finger like a boa constrictor before. He knew how strong she was down there and what that could mean for Sam's weakening prick. He felt hatred and excitement break over him all at once. What could those anal muscles have done to his own prick? He was able to imagine how they would have felt around his man meat just as Sam began to make goofy orgasmic utterances. "Aw Jesus!...Fuckinshit!...Oooooohhhh!" he blurted as his pleasure point was reached. "Come in my asshole, Baby!" Abal goaded him. "Ohhoohooo!" came Sam's continuing, scrotum-draining, cry. Ron had to masturbate himself standing at this point as he imagined Sam's bloated member dumping its pearly contents into Abal's tight, aromatic behind. He was able to stroke himself out onto one of the dusty, old office phones as the sex act was winding down. As Abal's finishing moans of pleasure tapered off, he got himself back into his pants and retraced his steps to the door. He was sitting at his desk again moments later. Not long afterwards he heard the storage room door open and their voices and footsteps disappear into the building. He smiled at his own sneaky intelligence as he sat there and rocked in his chair. Then he got another beautiful idea! The next day Ron approached Sam as he sat alone in the cafeteria. "Hey big guy!" Ron said as he sat down across from him with his own tray of food, "What's new?" Sam only looked up at Ron quickly before he spoke. "Not much. You?" There was no mistaking the new cold edge to Sam. Ron knew that wouldn't last much longer. "Well...I got some weird news today." Ron began, "One of the security guys came to me and told me he had tape of some suspicious activity in one of the storage rooms last night." Sam looked up from his food at this point as if he had just seen a vampire. "What?" he replied. Ron relished his new concerned expression. "Yeah, seems two employees were going at it!" Ron said, banging his fist into his palm several times. Sam's face fell like a rock. "Wow." he managed to say flatly. "Yeah, so I convinced the security guy to hand the tape over to me for further investigation." Ron continued. "Oh really?" "Yup! And I must admit, it was an eye opener!" Ron exclaimed. Ron had all of Sam's attention now. He saw anger in his face, but an equal amount of fear. "What the fuck is this all about?" Sam asked him hotly. "Okay, here it is. I'm a little annoyed about the way Abal dumped me." Ron admitted to him candidly, "And also this whole anal sex thing!" Sam's face reddened. "So?" "I want you to bring her to the supervisor's office tonight and do it with her there." Ron told him. "What?!" "Hey, it's a far sight better than the damned storage room! Show the girl some respect!" Ron taunted. "Are you crazy?" "Hey, you were the one who had the idea to have sex with her in the office! Am I the one who's crazy? No." Sam stared at him for a minute and then shook his head. "You fucking prick! Okay, so we do it in this office. Then what?" Sam's quick agreement only confirmed Ron's conviction that he was just using Abal for a quick thrill. "I watch." Ron informed him. "You watch!" "Yes, there's a closet in that office where I can sit and watch you. She won't know." Sam shook his head again and smiled sardonically. "Okay, so we do it, and you watch, and then what?" "You get the security video from last night. That simple." "Yeah, okay, and how do I know you even have a tape?" Sam challenged. "Sam, the people in this video were having anal sex. You do know that's a felony in this state?" "Fuck you, Ron!" "No Sam, fuck her! That's what you need to do. Tonight! Be there with her at seven." Ron instructed briskly, "I'll be there watching so make it good! Think about your career! Any other questions?" Sam wiped his mouth quickly with his napkin and let it drop to his tray. "You must really hate this bitch!" he conjectured. Ron only smiled. "No. I just like to watch!" That night in the supervisor's office the show went off without a hitch! Sam positioned Abal on a cozy office chair with a perfect profile view from the closet. He sat her in the chair with her legs pulled up into her torso with all her fecund pubic growth projecting up and out as he fucked her ass. And the best surprise of the evening was that Sam's penis turned out to be quite large. Perhaps nine inches. His testicles also hung loosely in an elongated scrotum that swung freely like a sack of sand. The advantages of this attribute didn't become apparent until he turned Abal over on her knees and fucked her from behind. Those big, low-hanging balls were soon colliding into her clit like battering rams as he fucked her ass. That was the double benefit of Sam as it turned out. His cock and balls worked on her together in coordination! That was the thing that made her cum so hard as he worked her ass. As long as he kept pumping, her ass and clit got beaten into ecstasy. Watching her climax was enthralling. His swollen gland actually became trapped inside her beautiful asshole as she progressed into her orgasm. With no ability to withdrew, Sam could only wait for her sphincter muscles to begin to contract and start the process of milking him. When they did, his face turned purple and he trembled and sweated as he vocalized like the baboon he was. "Ahhhyaaahhh!" Sam called out that night as Abal's orgasm was transferred up into his body. As Ron watched the video that same night he had to masturbate again to relieve himself. The way Abal welcomed Sam's big cock into her rectum left him humbled. The way it stretched around his cock's girth and hugged its length sent him back to the days he rummaged between her ass cheeks and worshipped their bounty with his face. But now he had the video to show her as proof that Sam was out to blackmail her! All he had had to do was set up the camera in the closet. The performance had taken care of itself! He made a copy of it and sent it to her phone. He signed the message: From a friend. Then he called her to make sure the whole thing would go the way he planned it. "I'm sorry I had to be the one to send that video to you." He told her, "I just felt I owed it to you." "So what am I supposed to do now?" she asked him, "He still has this video?" "Yes, but let me try to get it from him." "You would do that for me?" she asked naively. "Of course." He assured her. "Oh Ron, I've made so many mistakes!" "Don't worry, we'll figure this out." He told her, "But don't say anything to him. We don't want him to know we have his number." "Okay. Thanks so much, Ron!" The next day at lunch Ron and Sam met at a restaurant. Ron walked in five minutes late. He wasn't carrying anything. "Well? Where is it?" Sam asked. "Don't have it." Ron answered as he shifted in his seat and smiled. "What?" "I need one more favor from you." Ron told him. "Favor!" "Yes, I need you to play the heavy in an X-rated scene I want to stage." Ron stated. Sam's fists clinched as he listened to this. "No fucking way! Where's that fucking video? Never existed, did it?" Sam charged. "No." Ron admitted, "But this does." Ron took his phone out and brought up the office video. He showed it to Sam in mid scene. The audio played loudly. "Oh, baby! Work that dirty ass!" Abal's voice rang out from the phone! Sam's eyes got big. He looked around nervously and reached out to cover the phone. "Turn that damn thing off!" he pleaded in a mortified tone. Ron shut down the app and popped the phone back into his pocket. Sam sat and stared at Ron's pocket with a haunted face. He understood his career was now in that pocket as well. "What the fuck did I ever do to you?" he asked Ron. Ron thought for a moment. "It's just the way you mocked me by fucking her in the office! There was just so much disdain behind that! But look, this really isn't about you." "No?" "No. So I need this favor. Then that's it." Sam brought his hands up to his face and then let them fall. "So what do I have to do...?" A week later Ron met Abal in a downtown hotel lobby. They hugged briefly before they sat down for a drink. "Oh Ron," she said, "I've missed you so much!" "I've really missed you, too!" he told her as he breathed her in for the first time in weeks. He wanted to tell her that he had missed her cunt and asshole the most, and that beautiful, musky hedge between her legs. And he even wondered if she might sit on his face if he asked her to right there! But no, he was playing the part of the hero today. He had to have higher ideals. "So he's meeting us here soon?" she asked, her face showing concern. The Garden of Abal "Yes, he's going to call us with a room number." Ron informed her. "Oh Ron, I never thought he'd do something like this!" she told him, "I don't know why I ever got mixed up with this bastard!" Ron could guess why she had done it. It had something to do with her wanting to have her "dirty ass" fucked like a plow horse. "It's going to be okay." He assured her. "But I feel so..." "Here he comes!" Ron cut in. Abal turned to where Ron was looking and saw Sam approach the hotel's front desk. The check in only took a few minutes and then Sam disappeared into one of the elevators. "Well, I guess this is it." Ron said. Abal seemed lost in her thoughts, then she looked up. "Ron, I'm sorry about all this." These words of contrition were just what Ron wanted to hear. They were all part of the payoff. She was apologizing for that steamy "garden" of hers, the garden that had the power to subjugate men's souls and then leave them by the roadside in senseless destitution. He loved bringing her down from her little sex-fueled, ego trip like this. "Forget it." He replied, "You got tricked. It happens." Ron's phone rang moments later and they proceeded to the fifth floor room. After one sharp knock, Sam answered the door. "Hi guys! Glad you could make it!" Sam chimed as they walked in past him. Ron and Abal stood in the center of the room stiffly as Sam shut the door and went over and flopped down on one of the two queen size beds. Abal stood with her arms wrapped across her stomach as she surveyed the room with disgust. "Hey, it may not be the Hilton, but it meets the function!" Sam cracked. "Okay, so, what do you want from us?" Ron asked. "Well jeez, don't sound so serious, Ronnie boy!" Sam went on, "I'm just here for a little fun!" Abal lost her temper at this point and cursed Sam in Arabic. Ron put his hand on her shoulder to calm her. "Okay, so, you want to watch us...do it?" Ron asked. "Wow Ron! Good idea! I like the way your mind works!" Abal cursed him again. "Okay, but we'll need some privacy to begin with. Then I'll let you know when we're ready." Ron negotiated. "Sure, sure. Take your time. I'll be in the waiting room." Sam answered glibly as he got up and disappeared into the bathroom. Once they were alone, they began to disrobe. "I'd like to kill that bastard!" Abal hissed. "It's okay. This will be over soon." Ron assured her. But before Abal could unfasten her bra she broke down in tears. Ron put his arms around her. "It's okay, it's just you and me. Remember that. He's not here." He told her. She gazed at him with teary eyes and nodded before stripping down to just her panties. Ron found himself staring at her as she did. When she noticed him looking down at her not so well-contained woman bush, she stopped. At any other time she would have been happy to see this desire in his face, but now it made her feel strange and sick. However the sight of her had done something to him. He approached her as if in a mesmerized condition and fell to his knees in front of her. Then he buried his face in her groin. She clutched at his head with feelings of disgust and excitement, not knowing whether to push him away or grind against his face. "No, Ron!" she pleaded as the rush of heat welled up into her face. But Ron was already pulling her panties to one side trying to get his tongue into her. "Okay, let's go to the bed." She said as she tried to shuffle over to it with his face pushing up from beneath her. Finally he let her move with him to the bed's edge. Once there she fell back onto the mattress and he yanked her underwear up and off. His nose immediately buried itself in the valley between her ass cheeks. Abal was shaking her head with a disgusted expression, but at the same time guiding Ron's head with her hand. "No, not here, not with him!" she kept saying to him. But the surging thrill of his burrowing nose and tongue was sweeping over her, making her forget about everything else but the continuance of that sensation. "Please Ron, I don't want to feel this way now!" she complained as her blood started to pound in her ears. Ron noticed her crotch was moister than usual, probably because of the stress of the situation. It smelled stronger too. This scenario was having the proper effect on her, he surmised. At the same time, Abal wondered if Ron wasn't turned on by the situation they were in with Sam. He seemed lost in his desire and not very bothered that this whole thing was being done for Sam's entertainment. Or had he just missed her that much? She wasn't sure so she just let him continue to suck at her sex meat like a frustrated school boy. Ron guided his forefinger inside her pussy as he licked at her bush encased clit which had doubled in size quite quickly. His fingertip tumbled over the bumps of her G spot as her rising sex fragrance inundated his mind. Her pussy was throwing off heat like an engine now. "Insha Ron!" she called out as she gripped his head with both hands and Ron's lips drew her clitoris into his mouth. Abal closed her eyes as her woman gland was sucked off with skill. Soon her clit meat was bloating to a size he had never seen before. "Oh Ron! I missed your mouth!" she blurted, now forgetting the sordidness of the situation. Ron just kept devouring her before finally withdrawing his face and turning her over onto her knees. This was the position he loved to view her from! From here he could hold his nose against her asshole and get his tongue down over and into her torrid cunt. Her ass musk entered his nose and jolted his brain. He had become a crack addict in the strictest sense, and when on that drug called "Ass of Abal", he had no will or sense of time. Abal's inflated cunt looked entrancing from behind, projecting out from her dark forest like a ripe, sticky nectar flower and encased snugly between perfect gluteal mounds. Ron's cock was granite hard and had been from the moment he saw her in her panties. Abal was drifting inside herself now as Ron finger-fucked her cunt and licked at her asshole. She couldn't help imagining Ron's cock pushing down into her anus the way Sam's had done so often. What a thrill that first penetration had been! The first time a man filled her rectum with his cock and then his semen! But Ron's cock didn't penetrate her. He just kept eating her in the way he always did. The way he knew she'd respond. He switched and started flicking his tongue against her gland as his finger explored her ass. "Oh Ron! I'm going to cum if you don't stop!" She blurted. No one could sense her like he could. She knew that. He was the master of her ass and cunt and now all she was waiting for was her trip over the mountain, to the place where at the apex she could see the whole point of her life as she went into freefall. She was almost there! On the lift to the summit! Ron's tongue and fingers were the taking her up! "God!" she called out as her body began to shutter. But just as the valley was coming into view, Ron pulled his finger out of her and withdrew his mouth. "Okay Sam!" Ron announced, "You can come in now!" Abal looked up in alarm as Sam quickly emerged from the bathroom naked. He began fondling himself when he got to the foot of the bed. Abal looked up at his face as he stood over her and then at his member. She was trembling and somewhat annoyed by his sudden entrance. This was going to be the worst part for her, she thought. "Looks like you got her good and wet!" Sam commented as he scanned her rear parts. Abal didn't like the way this whole thing was playing out. Ron just seemed much too ready to acquiesce to Sam. "Are you ready to be fucked?" Sam asked her in a rude but somehow mundane way. Abal cursed him again, but this time her Arabic was barely audible. Sam's cock was fully excited at this point and he moved into were Ron had been kneeling behind her. He stroked himself freely as he looked down at Abal's moistened jungle ass. But Sam could only concentrate on her torrid asshole. That's all he ever cared about. He wasn't a true pussy and ass connoisseur. He just loved the feel of the muscles of her rectum closing in around his ape dick. He slapped his long cock down against her waiting ass globes to tease her. In the process he angered his pulsing, mushroom-shaped gland into fully bulbous dimensions. "I hope you haven't forgotten him!" he told her, referring to his penis, "He's been quite frustrated this past week!" Abal cursed once more before Sam gruffly pushed his sizeable mushroom gland down against her anus and then through into her rectum. She shouted out in pain. "That's too fast!" she complained as she continued to throw insults at him in Arabic. But Sam merely adjusted his position over her and continued pushing it in. "Aw yeah! Home again!" he cracked as he closed his eyes and felt himself gripped by her deep, internal power again. He paused after her asshole had swallowed the full length of his cock. Then he withdrew it slowly. Ron saw his opportunity and moved around to the other side of the bed and began stroking himself as he watched Abal's face react to this coerced invasion. Her face was concentrated and wincing as Sam's sex meat flooded her. Then Sam shifted gears and began fucking her with righteous energy, just as he had done in the supervisor's office. Sam seemed to transition quickly into fucking machine mode. There was no foreplay with a guy like him. Perhaps this was part of the curse of having a big dick? But Abal hadn't thought it a curse at all during her little fling with him and Ron could see she was beginning to like it again. As Sam continued to push his baboon dick roughly into her, he could see she was starting to flush and make little sounds with each finish stroke. This was the real payoff Ron had hoped for! Abal's ass memory was taking over! He found his cock aching stiff in his hand as this scene played out right in front of him! Sam's face was already red and sweaty as he attacked her bushy hole with the subtlety of a pile driver. His cock was hurting her, but this was another aspect she seemed to enjoy. It seemed to Ron that she loved to be savaged by mindless ass fuckers! All these thoughts were driving Ron to new heights of excitement as Abal began to audibly grunt in her powerless bottom position! The best thing was that he could smell her cunt and ass as the heat of her hormones and Sam's cock and balls worked on them. He knelt on the bed in front of her then and started stroking her hair. "That's my girl!" he told her, "You'll be okay." But Abal didn't seem to hear him. She seemed already to be traveling, with part of her mind on what Sam's big cock was doing to her and part of her mind on that valley over the mountain. Ron had primed her well and now he was getting the chance to be there to witness their sordid brand of ass sex. Sam was just the man she needed he saw then; a straight ahead, monkey brained primitive with no special preference for the hole he fucked. And now Ron needed a wet hole of his own. He gripped his cock and pushed it toward Abal's mouth and she took it in as if under the influence of a drug. Her body was jerking forward and then falling back, but with Ron's cock in her mouth her grunting was reduced to a gagged sort of humming. Ron was glad that he wouldn't have to listen to her complaining and cursing anymore as Sam's hips pounding into her ass forced her mouth up over his member in a steady rhythm. A dazed expression had overtaken her face as Ron's cock now became her pacifier. "God this ass is good!" Sam called out elatedly in the midst of his labors. Ron knew Sam's mushroom-tipped penis was probably fully inflated inside her now, acting like a plug with the tight seal of a piston. It was giving her that full, nauseous feeling in her stomach as it careened down into her colon. But she was also getting ball-whipped by him and this accounted for the smoky look on her face and the drool coming out from around her lips. She was salivating, just like her cunt was running. It was all automatic. The groaning of her cock-filled mouth was becoming more uncontrolled now so Ron grabbed her by the hair and started pushing himself into her faster. She was slurping him up as they were all undulating together in a violent dance of colliding flesh. Ron didn't think he had ever experienced anything as exciting as this before as he watched Abal's body being hard-ridden and used by both of them. Sam's fucking became frenzied soon afterwards and Ron felt her begin to scream around his cock. Finally the ball-whipping her bloated clit was taking caused her to climax and that started the whole process as her contracting asshole forced Sam to ejaculate in a purple-faced spasm of joy. Ron watched as Sam unloaded into her and soon felt the vibration of her cock-gagged screams moving up his own shaft, sending pleasure waves into his balls. He had just enough time to pull out of her mouth and stroke himself out onto her sweat-soaked, pleasure-contorted face. Sam continued to pump her ass as she vocalized. "Awwwww!" she moaned as her orgasm wound down and she received Ron's load. Ron watched as his semen clung to her nose and cheek and dripped down her jaw. He beat the last drops of cum from his dick onto her lips as he continued to hold her head up by her hair. Then she took him into her mouth a final time to get what was left. After she had finished cleaning him, he let her hair go and her head fell limply to the bed. Sam was still moving slowly inside her, his ape dick obviously still engorged. "Ahhhh fuck!" he blurted as he finally backed himself out of her. Then he patted her on the ass in a condescending way. "God! You're a good fuck, Abal!" Sam said as he stumbled backwards. Ron had to agree as he watched Sam walk off into the bathroom. Soon he reappeared and waved. "Well, I hate to fuck and run, but..." Then he left. After he had gone, they stayed in the same position on the bed for a while with no real energy to move. Finally, Abal lifted her head up without looking at Ron and swung around and sat on the edge of the bed facing away from him. She sat there quietly wiping his cum off her face with two fingers. Ron didn't know what to say to her now that wouldn't sound insensitive. Of course he wanted her to feel like the three-way, anal sex-loving, slut he thought she was, but he had to keep his cover. "Sorry I got carried away there." He told her. She didn't answer. "He said this would be it." He continued in an attempt to sound reassuring. "Oh, and you believed him?" she replied without turning. "Well..." "Well, what? You had fun, didn't you?" She accused him harshly. "Look, forget about him!" Ron insisted. "Forget about him?! Ron, my ass is full of him! Would you like to see it? Maybe that would turn you on too!" "Wait a minute, aren't you the one who got us into this whole thing?!" Ron shot back. Abal began to weep. "No! This is all your fault!" she said in condemnation, "You and your asshole fetish!" Ron wanted to castigate her outright just then and call her a filthy whore, but then he would lose his edge. No. He would play the romantic martyr instead. "Well, what can I say, I loved everything about you. I just couldn't help it." Abal's sobbing increased, and as it did, Ron took deep pleasure. He was hitting back now in the best way. "Come on, let's go get some lunch." He proposed as he reached out and gripped her arm. "Okay." Abal replied contritely through her sniffles. But as the weeks passed and Abal continued to stay away from him, Ron suspected something else had changed in her. Had she figured out his game? Had she found another guy? Ron's thoughts became paranoid. He went to Sam and questioned him. "Do you have any news about Abal?" "No." Sam replied. Ron thought for a moment. "I think we need to stage another get together." He told Sam. "Wait! I thought we were done with that!" Sam complained. "Don't worry, this time we'll just be watching." "Watching who?" "Do you know LeRoy Jackson in the mailroom?" "That big, sweet guy?!" "Yeah, we'll bring him." By the next day it was all set up. They told LeRoy he was invited to a party at a hotel. He was more than happy to be included. The day of the "party" Sam waited with LeRoy in the hotel room while Ron met Abal in the lobby. She walked in looking quite despondent. Ron was going to have to sell this carefully. "It turns out he had another copy of the recording, but he said he'd give it to us today. That's all he would say." He told her. "If I lose my job over this I'll kill him." She said in a strangely flat voice. "Yes, and I'll help you!" Ron concurred. Ron then explained what Sam supposedly wanted her to do that day. When they arrived at the room Abal froze when she saw LeRoy. "Abal, this is LeRoy Jackson. He works in the mailroom." Sam announced. "Yes, we've already met." She said, nodding her head. "Mrs. Aziz, nice to see you!" LeRoy said with a sincere smile. They all drank a glass of wine together and then the subject was turned to sex. "Do you find Mrs. Aziz to be attractive, LeRoy?" Sam asked him bluntly. "Certainly." He replied. "Well, she's very attracted to you." Sam continued. Abal got up as if on cue and walked over to the bed. She sat down and forced a smile. LeRoy looked at her and then back at Sam with a confused expression. "Here, have some more wine, LeRoy!" Sam said as he refilled their guest's glass. LeRoy picked up the wine and drank it down. "I've never done anything like this before." He told them. "Well, they say the first time is the most unforgettable!" Sam chimed in again. LeRoy got up and walked over to the bed and sat next to Abal. He looked at her shyly and she put her hand on his chest to comfort him. Then she pulled his shirt up over his head to reveal his well-muscled torso. After this she unbuttoned her own shirt and removed her bra. As her dark-nippled breasts were bared to him, he kissed them tenderly. Sam looked over at Ron with raised eyebrows at the sight of this. "Don't be polite for our sake, LeRoy!" he cracked. LeRoy didn't reply or look at him. He only continued to kiss Abal, first on the neck and behind the ears, then on the lips. Ron and Sam seemed to be bothered by this, but Abal was not. She closed her eyes and offered up her neck and lips for him freely. "Abal loves to suck cock, too, LeRoy!" Sam continued. They ignored him again, but when LeRoy stood and Abal took down his pants, it became definitely apparent that LeRoy was interested. His thick, dark member sprang out of his boxer shorts ready for action. She seemed to marvel at it as she reached out and gripped the base tightly. She inspected its muscular details and even seemed to hold it under her nose to take in its scent. Then she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips wide around the smooth gland. She sucked at it in short movements, never putting more than a few inches of it into her mouth. As she did this she rubbed his grape shot-sized balls and gazed up at him intensely. Sam whispered to Ron as they watched. "She never did that for me!" he complained. "Me neither." Ron begrudgingly admitted as he looked on with growing annoyance. Then Abal reached out and gripped LeRoy's right buttock and began pulling him towards her. This is when she started to take him into her mouth more deeply. Her lips tumbled over the engorged veins of his cock as if they were invented for that purpose alone and her face showed that she was savoring the taste of his potency. "Yeah! Smoke that cock!" Sam exhorted with glee. Now that the scene was heating up, Sam pulled his penis out and started playing with himself. However, the sex act they were witnessing wasn't affecting Ron in that way at all. He wanted to see Abal suffer, and the fact that she seemingly wasn't, bothered him greatly.