13 comments/ 176632 views/ 42 favorites Bad Fortune of a Poor Father Ch. 01 By: fargas111 Khaled was 20 years old and living on a farm with his mother and his father. He helped his father in raising the cattle and selling them on the market for money. He finished school but his father did not have enough money to send him to college so he stayed in his parents' farm and helped with the work. Khaled's mother, Najibi, was a beautiful woman. She was 40 years old. She was about 5'6" tall with a slender figure and a set of big breasts that she could barely conceal under her clothes. She had married Khaled's father, Youssef, at the age of 19. He was the first man she fell in love with in the village. She has never been with any man before him. Youssef was 55 years old. He inherited the small farm from his father and worked hard in order to enlarge it by buying more cattle and selling them to more markets. He worked nearly 15 hours every day on the farm and will return exhausted at the end of the day to his wife and three sons. Other than Khaled, Youssef and Najibi have two babies born in the last two years, Tannous and Adam. After the birth of his two last children, Youssef had to work a lot more in order to be able to feed his family. One of the main clients of Youssef was the richest man in the village, Nassim. He lived in a big villa at the outskirts of the village and he had a good relationship with Youssef. He used to buy 100 heads of cattle every year from him for his meat factory. Nassim's son Mansoor was the friend of Youssef's son Khaled. But unlike Youssef, Nassim sent his son to America to continue his university. Like every year, Nassim and his wife would travel during the summer for tourism, while their son Mansoor would return to the village. His parents were surprised why would their son come to this poor village in the summer when he can go to any place he wants. It was the beginning of the summer and Khaled was working in the field with his father. The day was very hot and the two men were very tired from the work. Looking at the road, khaled saw a Ferrari coming speeding toward their home. He left his father and ran towards the road knowing that his friend has arrived for the summer break. It started two years ago when Mansoor returned for the first time to his village. Youssef was glad to let his son's friend stay in his house as a favor to his father who every year buys a large number of cattle from him. The handsome young man approached the mother and sat next to her. She took glimpses of his body underneath the wife beater and the shorts. He was a man that any girl would want and Najibi was a woman after all. "How are you doing Mrs. Hanna?" He liked to call her by her husband's family name. "I'm fine. Thank you" replied the wife trying not to look him in the eye. "You look more beautiful every year I come". Before he could continue, his friend Khaled came to the room. Seeing him, he said he wanted to take a shower before dinner. His friend's mother replied that dinner will be ready when he comes out. Smiling mischievously at her behind her son's back, the rich young man went to the bathroom to take a shower. Half an hour later the dinner was ready. Najibi has prepared a good meal for her husband, son and his friend. Her husband came home after a long day at work and sat at the head of the table. Because of the hot weather, Mansoor got out of the shower shirtless wearing only his shorts and shoes. Najibi saw the young stud shirtless and felt her heart skip a beat. Passing next to the father, Mansoor patted him on the back and said "It is so hot today, isn't it?" all the time looking at his wife behind his back. The father smiled and nodded his head. At the table, Mansoor talked arrogantly about his life abroad and about how much money his father gives him every month to spend. He knew that the man of the house probably could not make the amount that he spends in one month. Khaled was fascinated with his friend. He asked him: "I am sure you are still getting a lot of girls in America. Girls have always loved you" He replied, "You know, my taste in girls has changed. I don't like them young anymore. I like the woman that is mature and has experience... in life (he insinuated in bed)" The mother was feeling a little uncomfortable from this talk sensing that his young man is coming on to her even in front of her husband and son. She felt relieved when the dinner was over. The tired father needed to go to sleep but he did not want to leave his guest the first night alone. So he sat with him and his son in the living room to talk. But a few minutes later, the old man fell asleep. Mansoor joked to the wife "It seems that your husband is getting old. He goes to sleep early like the elderly people" In order to defend his father, Khaled replied "It's not like that. He is working all day. He comes exhausted at the end of the day, eats and goes to sleep directly" "I see. Maybe you are right" Khaled's telephone rang and he went to the other room to answer it leaving his friend with his mother and his asleep father. As soon as Khaled left the room, the shirtless hunk went and sat next to Najibi and her asleep husband. "So the old man goes to sleep every night. Huh? I bet you are not very happy with this fact" Najibi felt a shiver in her body when the muscular man was next to her talking to her and insinuating dirty things while her poor tired husband was sleeping on the same couch. "I need to continue my work in the kitchen" said Najibi, her red face flushed. Mansoor smiled and put his hands on the sides of the couch and his feet on the table in front of him. Najibi woke up Youssef and told him to go to bed. The old man stood up dizzy, said goodnight in a low voice to the young man and stammered to the bedroom. Left alone in the living room, evil thoughts began to flow in the young stud's head. Thoughts involving a particular unsatisfied mother. Khaled woke up on someone's voice. Opening his eyes, he saw Mansoor waking him up. "Come, today you will do something you should have done a long time ago. Meet me in the front yard in ten minutes" Going outside the house, Khaled saw his father, his mother and his friend. Youssef was trying to lift a 50kg bag of cattle food to put it in his old truck and take it to the stable. He tried a couple times but could not lift it. The third time, while lifting it, Youssef slipped and fell on his ass. Looking at his friend's father, Mansoor was thinking: "Look at that dumb old man. He looks so stupid falling on his fuckin ass" Talking to the poor man, Mansoor said: "Let me help you with that". Youssef was a proud man. He did not like it when the younger man took off his shirt, and lifted the bag easily. What he nor his son saw was how the mother looked at the young strong man. As he flexed his big veiny muscles, the mother licked her lips unconsciously. This move was not lost on Mansoor. He blinked at her and put the bag in the truck. In order to change the subject, Najibi asked her son: "So where are you boys going today?" Khaled shrugged pointing at his friend who laughed charmingly. "Today we're doing boys stuff, Mrs. Hanna" The mother blushed understanding what he meant. Khaled liked his friend not only because he is cool and he gets any chick he wants, but also because of his car. Every summer, Khaled's joy is to ride in his friend's luxurious Ferrari. Today was such a day. After 30 minutes in the powerful car, Mansoor stopped in front of a small motel. He has arranged for him and his friend two bimbos to fuck. Khaled knew his friend's intentions but did not expect that. Mansoor talked to him straight "I know you're still a virgin. You're 20 years old. I am also 20 years old. Do you know how many girl and woman have I plowed until no?" Khaled shook his head surprised. "More than 300 have tasted my torpedo and loved it." He continued, "You know, what I am doing today a father should do to his son, but with your father, I guess..." This comment stang. Khaled liked his friend but he did not like him talking bad about his father's manhood. But he didn't reply. Entering the brothel, two girls were waiting for the two guys. Both of them in very short miniskirts and tops. Going up the stairs to the rooms, Khaled saw how his friend put his hand under the girl's skirt and began playing with her cunt before arriving to the room. This girl moaned slowly as she climb the stairs. All the way he was playing with her pussy. She became very hot and hurries into the room to get fucked. Before entering Mansoor winked at his friend wishing him good luck. While getting the first fuck of his life from a big-breasted bimbo, Khaled heard the moaned and screams of the girl in the adjacent room and heard the bed banging against the wall. He loved the feeling of a tight pussy on his virgin average cock but he could not concentrate because of the other girl screaming. "Oh my, you are too big. I have never felt such sensation. Please ram it in. Give it all to me. So big. So bigggggggggggggggggg". Her voice was so slutty Khaled knew that she was in such lust and pleasure she can't control herself. The girl riding his cock seemed to like it but she was not doing like the other one. He was curious. An hour later, he was finished. He has fucked the bimbo twice. Once in the missionary position and the other time she convinced him to let her ride him. In 5 minutes he came each time. But what surprised him is that Mansoor was still going at it. The girl's voice was coarse from all the screaming, she shut up and continued moaning. He waited another 30 minutes until his friend was finished and knocked on his door. He saw the girl getting out, her make up all smacked, she couldn't walk right, she was bowing her legs and a white substance covered most of her body. Entering the room he saw his friend on the bed, covered until his waist, and putting his arm behind his head showing his gigantic biceps and the bush of dense hair in his armpit. He was smoking a joint. "Do you want some?", asked him his friend. "No thanks. That was really a long time man. You fucked her for 90 minutes. That's good stamina. Maybe sports has enhanced your health" Mansoor laughed and shook his head. Sports can enhance to a certain limit but you have to have a base at least. Catching his cock over the drapes, Khaled saw a big log shaking but did not believe his eyes. He thought he must have seen wrong. On their way back, Khaled was happy but he began to think about what Mansoor said about his father. Was he really supposed to introduce women to him. Why hasn't he done so? Mansoor watched his friend in the seat next to him and as the wind blew through his thick black hair, he knew that the seeds of doubt have been planted. Youssef was not used to drink alcohol, but tonight he has already consumed more than half the bottle of whisky. Something was troubling him. He was not rested. He began to think how he arrived to this state. Youssef was a well-built guy with a solid body. The years of working on the farm has given the old man a good amount of muscles under the hair that covered his body. At his age, 55, he was balding. He still has hair on both sides of his head but none in the center. When he was young, 20 years ago, he and his wife fell in love from the first sight. He was 35 years old and she was 20. He helped his father on the farm since he was little and he made it what it is today. He sacrificed his youth without marriage in order to build something. In the whole village, Youssef has the utter most respect. All the people respect him and even think of him as a leader for them when they want to get their rights from the rich people. Youssef was a good man. He did not gamble or smoke. He treated everyone with respect and he was a real honest family man. He loved his wife and children and works for their comfort. But everything seems to be disappearing now. Najibi saw her husband drinking and asked him what is the problem. Youssef: "Today, the bank sent me a warning that I have to pay back the rest of the loan in the next two months or else they will take over the farm" Najibi was scared. She felt her heart beat fast. She said: "What are we gonna do?" He replied: "I don't know yet" While they were talking, Khaled came in followed by Mansoor. Seeing the concerned look on his face, Mansoor asked: "Hey Youssef, what is wrong?" "Nothing son. Just some financial problems" Najibi could not hold her tongue and told Mansoor the situation. Youssef was not happy. He frowned at his wife. Mansoor looked at the concerned father and said: "I have a proposition for you. I have been coming here for the last three summers and I like this farm although it is a bit dirty". Mansoor laughed while Youssef felt humiliated at this comment. He continued: "I will buy this farm from you and pay your whole debt to the bank: Looking intently into the father's eyes, he said: "Of course, you will become my employee" Youssef was a proud macho man. Even though this boy was the son of one of his richest clients, he would not take insults about his home from him. At the end, he was his son's for fuck's sake. Looking back sternly at the young man, the father replied: "This farm is not for sale. It has been in the Hanna household for a long time. And I will not sell it for anything. I will get the money myself" And he stood up and went outside. Mansoor looked at him intently and then entered his room without saying a word. Khaled was not happy at all with how his father talked with his friend. He followed him outside and asked him to go and apologize to the young man. He reminded him of the importance of the man's father. Youssef was a mature man. The long years of fatigue and work made him learn how to be patient. He knew that his son was right and maybe the young man was really trying to help. He went to Youssef's bedroom and knocked. Youssef did not reply because he was in the shower. Youssef decided to enter the bedroom and wait for Mansoor to get out. 5 minutes later, the bathroom door opens and Mansoor comes out in all his naked glory. He had a towel in hand wiping his hair but he was wearing nothing. The old man was caught off guard by the young man's nudity. Mansoor was walking nude dangling his bull cock between his leg and not caring that the father of his friend is in the room. Youssef tried to keep his eyes looking at Mnasoor's eyes but the sight of the big member in front of him made him forget what he wanted to say. Like a shy kid in school, Youssef stammered a little and then told Mansoor that he was sorry for his reaction earlier and he knows that Mansoor meant well. Mansoor felt the dominating effect his nudity is having on the mature man. He didn't try to cover his cock. He was proud and arrogant. One thought Youssef could not get out of his mind. The young man had a cock as big as a bull. He did not think about size before but after this sight he began to reconsider his own size compared to the young stud. During the next two weeks, Mansoor did not miss any chance to flirt with Najibi whenever her son and her husband were outside the house. Every time he tries to make a move she runs away and stays in the stable or in the field where she is not alone with him. One morning she was preparing breakfast for her husband who was sitting in the living room. Suddenly, Mansoor comes and hugs her from behind. She is startled but she does not want to make a scene. She tries to escape but he is holding her tight. She senses his naked torso on her body. The struggling made her hot but she did not want to acknowledge it. "Stop struggling and let me have what I want. You know you want it too." Mansoor spread his arms from behind and get hold of her big tits. "At night, I am masturbating when I think of your big tits. They make me so horny" While fondling her tits, Najibi sensed her pussy on fire. The liquid from her cunt was about to coat her thighs but she knew she had to resist the attacker. "You want to know how you make me feel?" asked her Mansoor. "Touch my cock" He took her hand and put it on his boxer. A shiver coursed through her body and her nipples tingled at the touch of the monster. "Please, my husband is next door. We can't risk it" "Fine!!" He said angrily. She wasn't expecting him to leave her and go although she was on the verge of submitting to his virility. She felt she wanted to call him back and make him fuck her brains right there in the kitchen. She then thought "I can't do that. I love my husband and I can't betray him. This young man is my son's age. I must not accept his advances". A few hours later, Najibi was alone. Her husband and son went to work and Mansoor did not return yet. Suddenly she heard the Ferrari. Her heart beating fast she was preparing to run away from the predator. But she saw the young hunk entering the house with a young woman about ten years younger than her (10 years older than him). She looked like a supermodel: slim body, long legs, big breasts and firm ass. Passing next to the surprised mother, Mansoor did not say a word while leading the beautiful woman to his room. The mother went back to the kitchen leaving the man and the woman alone. A few minutes later she could hear moans coming from inside the house. Could it be what she was thinking? Going to the door she noticed that it was open. She couldn't forbid herself from looking. There she saw her son's friend standing while the whore he brought was kneeling on the bed begging him to fuck her. The woman raised her ass so her man could have a better entrance to her slutty cunt. The gigolo was teasing the desperate woman with his hammer. He was putting the oozing head of his cock on her pussy lips and teasingly moved it up and down until she couldn't take it anymore. "I beg you. I can't take it anymore. Please give it to me." "What about your husband Mrs. Kahi? What will he say if he sees you begging for my young cock?" "I don't fuckin care!" She shouted "You are my man. I beg you please fuck me. Fuck MEEEE FUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK MEEEE...AAAAAAAAAAAAA" Before she could finish her sentence, the young stud parted her dripping pussy lips with his fingers and slammed his meat to the hilt inside her cunt, all 12 inches. The woman threw her head backside, her eyes rolling in their sockets from the orgasm and her cum flowing from her raised pussy. All she needed was for him to penetrate her to reach orgasm. Mansoor turned and looked arrogantly at the mother standing at the door with her jaw open. He obscenely licked his lips and made her a gesture with his arm signifying that he wants to bang her. While pistoning inside the crazy slut, he began pinching her engorged clitoris. The stimulation proved too much to the bitch, she began gyrating violently trying to take more of his heavenly organ inside her. At each thrust, she could sense him knocking on her cervix door, something that her wimpy husband could never dream off. After 20 minutes, the sweat was dripping from the woman's body and from her nipples. She came dozens of times while Mansoor hasn't cummed yet. He grabbed her by her D cups and squeezed hardly. The poor whore screamed from the pleasure in her cunt and the pain in her breasts. No other man has used her like that before. Carrying her by her big breasts, Mansoor sat on the bed, opened his legs and slammed her on his pole. The woman at this instant fainted between his arms while he came buckets inside her. He took his cock and turned towards his friend's mother. The towering piece of meat was still jerking from the orgasm. His milk was being thrown all over the room, even some of it came on Najibi's shirt. Looking at the abused and bruised female on the bed and at the towering king in front of her, Najibi became crazed with lust. Bad Fortune of a Poor Father Ch. 01 She wanted to be abused instead of that random woman. Her juices were seeping through her married hole and wetting her underwear. In a daze she began running. She went out of the house and continued running until she reached the outskirts of the village. She knew she will not be able to resist anymore. That day, Najibi waited till sunset to return home. She timed her arrival with her husband's arrival so that she does not have to stay alone with the manly stud in the house. All through dinner, Khaled noticed his mother absent minded and shaking slowly. What he didn't know is that his mother's cunt was on fire. Like any female, his mother needed to get penetrated from time to time. When confronted with a strong male like his friend, his mother should be praised that she hasn't submitted to the course of nature yet. Najibi could not take it anymore. She went to her room and waited for her husband. She heard her son and his friend go to their rooms to sleep and her husband's footsteps approaching. She has decided to quench the heat of her pussy juices rightfully with her husband. After all, it was his conjugal duty to satisfy her. She slipped off her clothes and got under the bed sheets. After a long day of work, the poor Youssef just wanted to sleep. Entering his bedroom, he took off his shirt and his pants and went to bed. Suddenly, he felt his wife's body sticking to his back. He felt her big breasts under his neck as she seductively rubbed her penny-sized nipples on his hairy back. The horny woman was licking her husband's earlobe while reaching with her small hand to touch his dick and balls. Putting her hand under the elastic waistband of Youssef's old underwear, she began fondling his flaccid manhood. In her mind, she could sense the huge difference in size between her husband that she has loved for many years and the young bull sleeping in the room next door. While she was able to cup the penis and testicles of Youssef in her hand, she remembered the huge size she felt that day in the kitchen. Youssef was very tired. Youssef: "Honey, tonight I am very tired. Please let's go to sleep. Tomorrow I have a lot of work" Not taking No for an answer the hot wife seductively repeated: Najibi: "I have a special something for my loved husband tonight" She took his calloused hand and put it on her dripping pussy. Youssef felt a jolt through his body. Like any straight man, his penis came back to life standing up when his hand touched his horny wife's pussy. Turning her on the bed in the missionary position, the middle-aged husband spread his wife's legs and laid on her. Although he was feeling tired, he knew that it was his duty as a man and as a husband to please his wife. Holding his 6-inch penis in his fingers, he forced it between Najibi's honey-covered pussy lips. The woman has wanted to be fucked for many months now. As soon as her husband's average dick entered her hungry female hole, she arched her back and let out a moan. She knew that Mansoor in the next room will have surely heard her moan but she was too horny to care. Symmetry could be seen between her two mouths: the one on her face and the one between her legs: both of them were shaped like an O and trembling with lust. The husband began the fornication process. He wanted to please his wife and go to sleep as soon as possible. With each thrust, Najibi was shaking: "Oh yes, my dear husband. Put it in harder. I need you so bad" Two minutes after beginning his fucking session with his wife, the father felt his breath begin to shorten and his dick going limp inside his wife. Najibi felt there was something wrong. She was too horny to take into consideration her dumb husband's feeling. Najibi: "What is happening? Why have you stopped? Continue damn it!! I need you to continue. Come on!!!" Her voice was raised. This time, she was sure that the young man next door would have heard every word she is saying. Humbled and angry, Youssef said: "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I told you I am tired. It must be the long hours of work. You know that it has never happened to me before." Saying that, Youssef got off his wife and slept on his side of the bed turning his back to her. Najibi was enraged. She wanted to get fucked badly. At that moment she felt jealousy. Extreme jealousy from the woman that her son's friend fucked in the morning. She desperately wished she was the one receiving the pleasure of the stud. Crying softly into her pillow, Najibi went to sleep. Youssef heard her. He knew he has failed in his role as a husband, as a man. Fuck Hell, he tanked in his simple role as a male. Any male should be able to satisfy his female mate sexually. Could he be passing through middle life crisis? Is this the beginning of the slope? The incident tonight was a blow to this proud stern man's ego. It was a blow to his identity as a man. Next day, Mansoor finished wearing an old jeans and t-shirt and headed to the living room. He told Youssef that he decided to try working with him and his son for a day to see the nature of the work. Youssef was surprised. Khaled jumped from joy. Mansoor noticed the father and the mother nearly talking to each other. Before leaving, Youssef approached his wife and kissed her on the cheek to say goodbye. Najibi was still furious from his inadequacy the night before. She didn't even look at him. A small smirk was drawn on Mansoor's face. He knew exactly why the hot wife was frigid this morning. Youssef and Khaled went to the truck and Mansoor looked at the poor wife patronizingly as if to tell her you deserve what happened to you. Najibi was burning inside. She had a burning flame in her heart from rage but an even hotter flame was raging between her legs. She has decided she can't take it anymore. Tonight she will claim her fornication right as a woman. But the thing is she will not ask it from her husband. A long ride the three men had to take today to go buy food for the cattle from a village 10 km away and then return to the fields. While on the road, Khaled watched from the backseat his father in the mirror. He was used to his father's strict looks. He was a very respectful man. He barely joked but he showed his affection to his family through his hard work. Khaled loved his father very much. He was his idol. From when he was little, he wanted to grow up to become like him. Looking at his father's rough hairy arms tanned by the long hours in the sun, he saw a masculine man in front of him. He was proud of his father. He was proud that all the people in the village respected Youssef and considered him a leader who stands up to the wrong and is not afraid of confrontation. Khaled always found all the characteristics of a real macho man in his father and he loved him because of that. Next to Youssef, Mansoor was sitting looking at the nature outside. His tight white shirt barely contained his big muscular frame. His biceps and pecs nearly teared the fabric. Looking at Youssef, he said: "Your babies are really cute. You must be really happy to have them". Youssef's mature handsome face lit up at the mention of his two babies Tannous and Adam. He was a very affectionate man and he loved them very much. Youssef smilng and looking back at Mansoor: "Yes I do. They and their brother are all my life. But you know when they were born in the past two years they took us by surprise. I know it is probably my fault for not taking extra attention in the bedroom but my financial worries are because I don't want to not be able to give them everything they need. And now I am under debt for the bank for taking two loans when the two babies were born. They are a blessing but their responsibility is too much for one man in my age" Mansoor: "Did you rethink my offer about selling the farm?" This was a subject that irritated Youssef. Wiping the smile off his face he replied without looking at Mansoor "Don't worry. As long as I have my truck and I am able to make the deliveries in the nearby villages after finishing my work with the cattle, I will be able to make enough money to repay my loans next month at the latest." Thinking to himself, Mansoor was furious. Mansoor was thinking: "Look at the dull old man. He is so fuckin stupid. Look at his wrinkly neck and face. He is such a disgusting old man. I bet he smells awful also. How could his whore wife accept him as a husband after he became old. He is 55 years old. He is not a virile man anymore. Yesterday he could not even get his puny little dick to stand for his wife. He should not be called a man. He thinks he is strong and respected. We'll see about that. That dirty cock sucking old man will be forced to sell me the farm or I will destroy him. He is just a dirty animal, a pig that should be slaughtered. He is not a man. He does not deserve to have male genitalia. They should cut off his puny dick and small wrinkly balls. He does not use them anyways" What would Khaled do if he knew what his friend thought of his father, if he knew how much his friend hated, despised and disrespected his beloved father? After spending the whole day buying cattle food and plowing the fields, the three men decided to take a shower. Outside showers were available near the fields. After seeing his son's friend's huge bull cock, and his failure yesterday with his wife, the old man's self-esteem was shaky. He told Khaled: "You kids go and take a shower. I will wash at home" Khaled replied: "Don't be silly. Take your shower here and then we'll leave. We're all men here. You don't have to be modest in front of Mansoor" Hearing that, Youssef didn't have a choice. Taking off his clothes, he stood under one of the water pipes and began to soap himself. The father and the son were not small-built. They were like all men but compared to Mansoor they seemed less than that. After seeing his friend's cock, Khaled knew that he was not imagining things back at the hotel when he went with Mansoor and got his first fuck. Youssef tried his best not to look at Mansoor because he felt insecure. Standing there in the nude with such a superman like Mansoor did not help. His average penis shriveled even more to only 3 inches. Mansoor was laughing inside as he saw Khaled mentally comparing him to his father. Khaled saw his friend's flaccid penis. Even flaccid, it was at least 7 inches, more than twice his father's size and thicker. His friend was like an Adonis. Tall, muscular and hung like a bull. Soaping his big biceps, and smooth muscular chest, Mansoor heard Khaled say: "Wow man. You must be really getting chicks with that, pointing at his Mansoor's huge phallus" Without paying attention, his father intervened: "You know son that a real man is not measured in the size of his genitals or his muscles. A real man is compassionate, wise and has justice. I am sure your friend has also all those qualities" An awkward moment ensued as they dried themselves and Mansoor put on a wife beater covering the trimmed hair on his hard chest. Arriving home, Youssef went directly inside while Mansoor wanted to talk to Khaled in private. "I know your father does not have enough money to send you to college. I will take his role and pay for your tuition. You can go to the college in the city in the fall and I will pay all your tuition." Although Khaled did not like the implication that his father is weak or poor, he was desperate to continue his education, so after a few minutes talking to his friend he accepted his offer and thanked him. Mansoor flexed his biceps putting his arms behind his head smiling evilly as his plan is beginning to come to fruition. Najibi has been waiting the whole night for her husband to fall asleep. This was the night when she will surrender to the lust of the young stud next door. Making sure Youssef was asleep after hearing him snoring like a pig, Najibi went out to Mansoor's bedroom. Wearing only her nightgown, she opened the door slowly and was startled by Mansoor lying in his bed and smiling at her. "I knew you were coming, whore. I heard you and your pathetic husband yesterday. Do you call that a man?" Like in a trance, Najibi did not reply, she just ran and kneeled next to his bed. Looking at the stud lustfully she said: "Please" and reached for the woman pleaser between his beefy legs. Mansoor was fast holding her arm and asking her: "What are you doing you horny bitch? I haven't allowed you to touch your master" Feeling rejected and nearly going crazy from the lust, she said: "Please I need you. I can't endure any more. I am on fire. I am so horny" "Tell me what do you want, whore. Say the word" "Please. You know. I want it" Grabbing her by the hair, he said: "What do you want? I want to hear you say it" Desperate and in heat, her juices were soaking her thighs: "I want your cock. I want your big fat meat. I want you to fuck me. I want you to quench the thirst in my pussy. Please I beg you help me." Laughing at the debased mother, Mansoor said: "There are some things you have to do first before you are dignified to see my royal cock" Making her stand up, Mansoor reached with his big hand to Najibi's thigh caressing it. The touch of the man sent shivers through the married mother's body. His hand crept up until he reached her panties. Najibi let out a deep moan as the stud grabbed her cunt from outside her underwear. He fondled her pussy's lips and began molesting it obscenely. Involuntarily, the mother stood up on her tiptoes to escape the attack of the man on her poor inflamed pussy. His towering height prevented her from going anywhere. While massaging her pussy, Najibi held to his biceps. The two big mounds of muscle flesh under her palms turned her even more. She began to squeeze them. She was not lucky with her husband even in his upper body. Like most men, the old Youssef worked hard but did not go to the gym to develop huge manly muscles. Najibi felt lucky to be touching such big manly muscles. Suddenly, Mansoor put his hand on her underwear and snatched it away. She was surprised but fast she felt a jolt shooting through her whole body ending in her quarter-sized nipples as Mansoor inserted his middle finger in her snatch and began to fuck her with his finger. "I bet this is how poor old Youssef makes you feel. I saw what he has between his legs. I don't think he should be called a man with that thing between his legs. It is as big as my finger. Isn't it?" Najibi was delirious. She hissed through her clenched teeth as she felt the milk from her breasts staining her bra. Noticing that, Mansoor popped his finger outside her cunt and grabbed her bra tearing it into shreds. His big palms on her breasts felt so right for her. He took the two big jugs in his hands and began to sway them and slap them from side to side. All the while, the mother has her mouth open and her hand between her legs trying to satisfy her sexual hunger. Suddenly, she felt a great amount of pain as her male fucker grabbed her nipples and twisted them squirting milk to the two sides. Putting her hand on her mouth, she muffled her scream so as not to wake her husband and son. But she loved this pain. She loved the man inflicting the pain even more. She wanted to worship his nude body. In a swift move, her dainty soft hands reached and grabbed the monster in the tight underwear of Mansoor. Her hand couldn't even grab half of the meat in the underwear. "You whore. I ordered you not to touch my fuckin cock. You don't deserve it yet. Because you disobeyed me, I will not fuck you tonight" Hearing those words were like a dagger in the horny mother's heart. She was getting crazy from all the foreplay. He can't stop now. She began crying as he pushed her sending her reeling to the floor. "Please don't do this to me. I will do whatever you want" "You go grab the keys to your idiot husband's truck and meet me there. Don't you dare put any piece of clothes on you. Whores like you don't get to cover their cunt and their breasts" "But what if my husband or my son see me?" "It's your choice you stupid whore" Najibi was not used to being called these dirty names, but to her dismay, every time he called her a slut or whore she felt the juices boiling deep inside her cunt. Having no other choice, Najibi went back to the room she shared with her husband, to the side of the bed where Youssef slept and took the keys to her husband's truck. She did not even doubt if she should take the keys or not. She did not care that she is giving something that belongs to her husband, the supposed man of the house to another strange man. Anyway in a few minutes this strange man will have her, the wife of the man of the house. So what's a truck in front of that offer? Opening the door to the truck, the young stud sat in the husband's seat and parted his legs and his underwear was around his muscular legs. The look on Najibi's face was priceless. Her eyes were as big as saucers. She was looking at the big stud's erect cock like a whore. She couldn't take her eyes off of it. She smiled and licked her lips frantically anticipating the fuck she is going to get. She couldn't contain her trembling lips and began to purr like a sex kitten as shivers rocked her body. Mansoor raised her like a doll and put her on his lap in front of his cock. His 12-inch cock was rock solid and sticking between her legs to her breasts. Mansoor held the base of his cock and began to slap the big breasts with it. Each time, Najibi moaned and a small stream of milk spurted from her jugs until the head of his cock was covered with mommy milk. His manly cock was covered with the milk intended to feed the small children, his friend's brothers. He was handling her breasts as if he owned them. He was very suave, very confident with her. Everything he did was slow and deliberate. No wasteful moves with this guy. He seductively caressed her belly as she handled his cock with her two hands. It was awesome in its length and girth. The mother took hold of it in her two hands as if it were some sort of sacred object and began running her hands over it in wonder. She gazed at it with reverence. The tip was large and engorged and had turned a deep purple. The head of his cock was the size of a tennis ball. Najibi could see the thick, distended ropey veins of his cock. She looked at his formidable equipment and told him lustfully: "I missed your big cock. I have been missing it since you have left last summer" Mansoor was thinking in his head: "What would Khaled do if he knew that his pure faithful mother has been getting fucked by him since the first day he came to stay with them two years ago?" "Time for a real man to satisfy you, Mrs. Hanna" Najibi knew that this night she was finally going to feel like a woman again. Najibi raised her hips from Mansoor's lap, grabbed his thick cock with both her hands and aimed it at her hungry hole. Compressing the head of the cock that was covered in her breast milk, Najibi was frantically trying to squeeze it inside her vagina. Whimpering with lust and growing impatient, Najibi began to press herself hard on the solid pole between her highs. She wanted to get fucked right there right then. She didn't care about anything in the world other than the burning itch between her legs. Seeing her desperation, Mansoor grabbed her engorged clit with two fingers and began shaking it fast. Najibi let out a slutty moan, arching her back, protruding her big tits forward as the head of the bull cock began to conquer her female defenses. Bad Fortune of a Poor Father Ch. 01 Stimulating her clit was the driving force behind the penetration. Feeling weak in the knees, Najibi moaned from deep inside her throat a thick moan as months of lust began to be filled with the young stud's engorged organ. Her knees failing her, Najibi fell on top of Mansoor's cock engulfing it like a glove engulfs a hand. Breathing fast, Najibi was lost. She wanted to cry from the obscenity of her pussy being invaded by such a huge cock but she was also feeling happy, really happy. A feeling she has never experienced with her husband, the man she used to love, the man who sacrificed a lot for her comfort, the man who spent the last 20 years working hard to provide for the family. She believed that her pussy will never recover from the battering it is getting. A thought crossed her mind that made her smile for a second between the moans of pain, the tears of joy and the hissings of lust. She thought that after this fucking, her pussy would be so big that poor Youssef would feel nothing when he tries to fornicate her. In fact, he would be able to fit all of himself inside her pussy. The thought of comparing the cock of the 20-year old stud to the size of her 55-year old husband's whole body was so erotic to her slutty mind. "Oh yes. Finally, a real man. It has been a long time since I have been fucked like I deserve to for being such a whore" "Wow, Wow Mrs. Hanna, if you keep talking dirty I would be obliged to clean your tongue with the piston between my legs. I bet you would like that won't you whore?" "Yes. Yes. I want to have your cock in all my cavities, in all my holes. Fill every inch of my body with your strong organ." Najibi was talking in a dirty manner as she rode his fat schlong like a horse. In order to increase her lust, she began to act like a cheap whore, doing gestures with her tongue and her lips and making sounds with her dirty mouth. She returned to her primal animal nature. She was doing everything she can as a female in order to mate with the male. This was the instinct of every female. When finding a male specimen this superb, no woman, married or not, faithful or not, would allow herself to pass the opportunity to be filled by his super extra huge dongle. Najibi's nature as a female obliged her to surrender to this man, especially because she is married to another man. She compared two males and chose the stronger alpha male to mate with him. Pure animal lust theory. She felt she needed to serve him. She wanted to do anything to please him, to make him enjoy her body as much as he wants. She felt that for a man this strong and virile and handsome, it was Mansoor's right to fuck any mother he wants. At each thrust, the mother was making a sound: "unh, unh mmmm, unh, ahhhhh, ah, oohhh, ooooo, my pussy..." In a delirious state, Najibi closed her eyes and kept repeating the words "Fuck me" while grabbing Mansoor by his muscular wide shoulders for support. Seeing this bitch in heat, the stud became a real animal. Grabbing her by her slim hips, he began pistoning his rock hard engorged pussy breaker into her sacred cavity. He penetrated his friend's mother's pussy so fast back and forth that they seemed hazy. Her breasts were jiggling like crazy, flying in the air at every penetration. Each time Mansoor's heavenly dick knocked on her cervix door, Najibi bit her lip and her breasts squirted milk uncontrollably. Her stomach became drenched with her own breast milk, while her thighs became covered with her fuck juices. Najibi lost count of how many orgasms she has had in the last 45 minutes. She was not thinking. She could not think if she wanted to. All her mental power was being battered by Mansoor's strong cock. She became like a limp log of wood as she could not orgasm anymore but the stud underneath her was a machine. She couldn't believe his stamina. After one hour of straight fucking, he hasn't slowed down; his cock is still filling her cunt to the brim to a degree that she felt the head of his cock fucking her heart in her chest. Stopping for a moment, Najibi closed her eyes and began licking her lips obscenely while she gyrated her pussy lips on his fully-impaled cock. Her pussy hair was entangled with his pubic jungle and coated with her flowing juices. She felt his breath on her nipples as his nostrils flared while catching his breath. Leaving her impaled on his meat pole, Mansoor began to ravish the poor mother's milk-filled breasts. "Tonight, you'll give the babies powder milk. What's left in your big fuckin breasts is mine. It is a shame that your whorish lust made your nipples spit half of the milk on your belly. Half of the tanks will suffice to replenish my energy lost in satisfying you." Saying that, he savagely bit Najibi's left breast flesh in his mouth like a hungry beast. Najibi screamed in pain, begging him to not bite her. Moving his mouth and teeth to her nipple, Najibi saw the red mark that his bite left on her rounded breast above her nipple. She protested a little but in fact she was ready to let him butcher both her breasts and cover them in hickeys and bites for a condition that he keeps his cock jammed in her. Sucking the milk out of her left breast, Najibi began to caress the beautiful lush hair on his head. "Oh yes baby, this is your reward for making me a woman again tonight. The last time I have felt I am a woman was with you last year." While sucking the milk out of her second breast, Mansoor replied: "You poor woman, I am surprised how you are still married to that dumb old thing asleep in the house. I don't call him a man because he doesn't deserve that title" "It is just for the formalities and in front of the village people. In reality you have been my husband for the last three years. And I mean husband in every meaning of the word" When hearing the last sentence, Mansoor lifted his mouth from her breast, a string of milk and saliva sticking to her Najibi's nipple. "Am I understanding right?" Mansoor asked her as he kept fucking her in a frantic manner. Shamefully, Najibi bowed her head and shook it affirmatively. As Mansoor clenched his teeth and exploded in Najibi's womb, she felt her tummy and her insides on fire from the boiling hot virile potent cum spewed by the young stud's hairy gigantic melon testicles. "Are you telling me that Adam and Tannous, your two little babies are my children? I am the real father of these two babies?" Confirming this fact in shame, Najibi kept her head bowed while still impaled on the same cock that gave her not only immense pleasure for the past two years but gave her two babies to remind her who is the real husband, who is the man she should have always been with: the real father of her children. Najibi did not feel what she was doing was wrong. That is because in her subconscious she knew that nature was taking its course. The 20-year-old stud was taking what's his by force from her old man. By the evolution theory, his big cock gave him privilege to even disrupt and eventually destroy lives. She felt inside that at least one life would be destroyed before the end of this summer and she knew she didn't have the necessary power to stop what is coming next. Najibi was feeding Tannous and Adam two powder milk bottles when the bad news came with one of the women from the village. Youssef had an accident while on his way to the fields and was transported to the hospital. Hurriedly changing her clothes, she ran to the outside and found Mansoor waiting for her. "Come I'll take you. I called Khaled. He's with Youssef at the hospital" Arriving at the hospital, the doctor told Najibi that her husband had an accident with his truck where he slammed into a wall on the road after losing control of the vehicle. He also told her that Youssef is currently in surgery and Khaled is in there with him. They only allow one person to be in the room with the patient. Najibi began to cry, feeling sorry for her poor husband who she loved, her friend for over 20 years, who she cheated on the night before. Mansoor sat next to her, putting his muscular arm around her trying to comfort her. "Let's go outside for some time. You need some air to breath. When he's out of the surgery, your son will tell you." Still crying, the mature woman went out with her son's friend, her man. Her head was reeling. She now has two husbands: one in surgery and one next to her. She didn't know who she loved more and because of that she hated herself. Youssef was the provider for her, for his son and for the two illegitimate sons that the stud has put in her belly. She felt thankful that the poor old man was working his ass off every day to provide food and shelter for another man's babies. She knew that her husband's financial troubles were mainly caused by her lust for the dominating stud, for his muscles, his lightly-haired body, his huge phallus and his hairy tennis balls. As they passed in the empty parking, Najibi felt her pussy on fire as the stud's expert hand reached under her skirt and he inserted his finger in her moist hole. "Please, not now" Najibi said as she was losing breath. Mansoor was spinning his finger in her pussy and felt her juices coating his intruding member. "Look how hot you are for me. Didn't you say that I am your husband? Now is the time to prove your loyalty. Who is your real husband? The bed-ridden old man or me?" Saying that, Mansoor unzipped his fly and took out his heavy baby-making machine from his pants. Najibi knew she has lost the battle. Seeing the cock that brought her soul back to her the night before, she stuck out her tongue and began breathing like a bitch in heat. Kneeling on the ground on front of Mansoor, her skirt had risen to her navel, showing her wet underwear to any passing person. At his moment, she was hyonotized. She forgot about her husband in surgery, about the shame she would feel if someone saw her. She grabbed Mansoor's cock and began to smell it all along the shaft. Najibi would take a sniff off the flaccid cock and then plant a kiss on the veiny shaft. Mansoor could not hold back his triumphant smile as he heard the mother kneeling in front of him talking to his fuckin cock as if it was her lover. "Oh I love you my dear. When you were inside me last night I could feel your big strong head knocking on my cervix. You owned me yesterday. I was delirious because you are so long and thick. I love you. I wish I had married you instead of my idiot husband. Although you are a piece of meat, I now love you more than I love my husband." All the while, Najibi was kissing the big cock in reverence thanking it for all the leasure it is giving her. Hissing through clenched teeth, Mansoor was at the top of his pleasure zone. His cock has already dilated and stood strong against the winds. "Play with my balls, bitch" "Your wishes are my order my dear husband" Najibi looked lustily at the hairy, cum-filled big balls on her stud and began to lick them like a lollipop. She put one of them in her mouth and drenched it with her spit. As soon as she took off one of the balls from her mouth she moaned in anticipation of eating the second ball where her two babies came from. She was thanking her father's baby by massaging and kissing the big balls that made her pregnant. While Najibi was servicing him, Mansoor was pinching her nipples through the fabric. She became so horny that milk patches were clear on her blouse and her nipples became so hard they seemed to be about to rip her shirt apart. Najibi in a frenzy engulfed 6 inches -- half the cock -- in her mouth and bean to slurp on it frantically. "Who is your real man, whore?" "You are my man my everything. I don't have anyone better than you." "Taking his cock off his mouth and teasing her, Mansoor said: "What if you had to choose between having this strong cock filling your pussy and your mouth and between your husband regaining his health?" Najibi did not believe what she heard herself say at that moment. "Let the fuckin ugly Youssef die. I don't care. I want your cock to stay in me forever" Hearing these words, Mansoor became like an enraged bull. Pulling her by the hair, he fucked her mouth until his balls contracted and he shot his semen inside her mouth coating her throat with a thick layer of cum. The rest was sprayed on her whorish face and hair. Tucking his cock inside his jeans, he told the mother that they should go back to the house unless she wants everyone at the hospital to know that while her husband was in the surgery between life and death, she was having a warm meal right out of a young stud's big cock and balls. Najibi agreed and got into the car to go home. What neither of the cheaters knew is that Khaled was a few feet away and saw most of the action. Khaled was bent on revenge. "What are you doing, you dumb boy", screamed Mansoor at Khaled who was wincing in pain on the floor. "How did we get to this situation?" was the only idea floating inside Khaled's head as he was holding his stomach in pain and blood running down his nose. He began to recollect what happened just one hour earlier. Half an hour earlier... Taking a cab from the hospital, Khaled arrived right after his mother and his friend to the house. From far, he saw Mansoor taking his mother by her hand and leading her to the stable. Following them with rage filling his eyes, he wanted to kill them both. As soon as he wanted to enter the stable, he was mesmerized by the sight. Mansoor was naked in the center of the room like a bull, like a majestic warrior, with his big flaccid penis hanging over his gigantic hairy balls, his dirty underwear in his hand. Mansoor twirled his underwear and threw it over the mother's face. Najibi was totally humiliated. She was kneeling on the hay with her cum drenched face, hair and clothes in front of the man who had given her more pleasure than her real husband ever did. "Smell my underwear, bitch" Obediently, Najibi took the underwear and put the crotch over her mouth and nose and began to inhale its musky smell. She felt dizzy in lust from the strong pheromones in the underwear. She was smelling a real man, the scent of his thick veiny penis and the sweat from his hairy big balls. Mansoor smiled at the humiliation of his friend's mother. Although she wasn't the first mother he conquered, he was always surprised at what a hungry woman would do and how much she would debase herself just to get her whorish cunt filled by his huge dominating baby maker. "Get on all fours, slut" Najibi was now lost on lust. She took off her blouse and her bra juggling her big flesh mounds against the cold air in the barn. Raising her skirt to her waist, she got on all fours like a bitch in heat wanting to be mounted by a stud. Mansoor came behind her, positioning himself in order to mount the mare. Putting his huge dick head on her slippy wet pussy lips, he began to tease her. Each tome his cock head touched the lips of her cunt, her pussy would open involuntarily in anticipation for the penetration. Najibi couldn't take it anymore. She began to moan and beg her stud to fuck her. "Pleaaaaaaaaaaase, put your big fuckin cock in y whorish married cunt. I need you to fuck me. Mount me like a stallion mounts a mare." Faking innocence, Mansoor said, "But what if you get pregnant. I think this is your fertile period." Shaking uncontrollably, Najibi was still on all four like an animal. She turned around with a slutty expression on her face. She pinched her nipple, licked her lips and began kissing Mansoor's dangling balls feverishly and rubbing the oozing cock on her face. "It won't be the first time I get pregnant from you. Please give me a third baby. I will endure ninth months of pregnancy and pain and shame just to get your big fuckin baby maker inside my hot flaming pussy." Hearing that, Mansoor turned Najibi, pushed her panties aside and slammed his cock to the hilt inside her fertile womb. Taken by surprise, Najibi felt the air knocked out of her. Shrieking like a whore, her whole body began to rock by the strong fucking she was getting. "Oh yesssssss. Why haven't I married you instead of Youssef?" She didn't care that her moans were probably being heard by anyone passing on the road witnessing how she was surrendering her most intimate parts to the young stud. She was giving her body, that belonged to her husband in marriage, to another man. Khaled's blood was boiling with anger and rage from the sight in front of him. His mother was a slut a whore for his friend's strong cock. She was just another female that succumbed to this male hero. He was feeling sorry for his weak father who became a cuckold. His father was working day and night and sacrificing his time and life to raise two bastard children. His friend was satisfying his carnal lust in his mother's womb, and his innocent father was paying the price. Not only Mansoor was taking his father's wife he was also forcing his father to pay money for the babies he has given to the whore. Finding a big steel rod near the entrance of the stable, he took it intending on killing his mother who was kneeling naked in the stable like a mare being breeded by the stallion and his former friend who humiliated his whole family. Mansoor was close to cumming inside the fertile womb of the father. "I want to tell you something whore. You remember when I fucked you in the dumb old man's truck and you gave me the keys? I may have played a little with the brakes and look what has happened to the poor idiot man. He slammed into a wall. He is such a fuckin dumb piece of shit that husband of yours." Najibi couldn't believe what she was hearing. The man that was fucking her brains out, the man that was using her womb as his cum dumpster, and the stud who impregnated her for two years has tried to kill her poor sweet husband. The husband that has always been there with her. The husband that took care of her and her children and put food on the table every night. He didn't deserve to be treated that way especially by the crazy muscular stud that was mounting her. In her head she knew that what she was doing was a sin, it was morally wrong, but she couldn't fight the needs of her pussy. Youssef was not able to satisfy her anymore. The father of her oldest child was not a man anymore in her eyes. She desperately needed to feel the hot burning thick baby batter inside her and to feel the bastard baby growing inside her belly and to stick the dumb proud Youssef with another bastard. As Mansoor discharged his baby making milk inside her pussy, her nipples orgasmed and began spraying their own milk on the hay on the ground. Khaled charged in running and screaming, "I will kill you both bastard and whore." Swiftly, keeping his thick cock impaled in his mother's oozing pussy, Mansoor turned and with his sweaty muscular arm punched Khaled right in the face. Khaled saw his friend's huge biceps flexing as his big hand snapped his nose and the blood began to run. With his second hand, Mansoor dealt another punch to the man's tummy as he kept impregnating the mother in her tummy. "What are you doing, you dumb boy", screamed Mansoor at Khaled who was wincing in pain on the floor. "You tried to kill my father. You fucked my mother for three years and knocked her up with two bastard babies. I will kill youuuuu!" screamed Khaled while still on the floor and in pain. "You stupid boy, I am now the man of the house." Taking his cock from Najibi's pussy with a plop, he began shaking it. "This is the man of the house right now. Ask your whorish mother. Your idiot dumb piece of shit father is not a man. He hasn't fucked your mother for many months. I am your new father and I will kill you if you do anything wrong.' Bad Fortune of a Poor Father Ch. 01 Saying that, he kicked his friend in the stomach one more time. Najibi tried to intervene to defend her son but she got slapped hard by the man of the house and sat on the floor crying while his baby making cum was still oozing from her pussy lips. "What have I done?" began Najibi to think in her head... Bad Fortune of a Poor Father Ch. 02 Mansoor left Khaled and Najibi defeated on the ground and went to the bathroom to wash and take a bath. "Prepare to please me, the man of the house, when I get out of the shower, woman" Seeing his former friend going to the toilet, Khaled looked at his mother with a stare that could pierce through steel-hard walls. "You are not my mother anymore. How could you do this to dad? How could you let another man, your son's age get you pregnant not once but twice while dad is still alive and living in this house? Why did you humiliate dad this much? Don't you love him? That fuckin bastard tried to kill him so he could replace him as your husband. How could you do that?" Najibi knew that she lost the respect of her son. She knew her deeds were unforgivable but she decided to be frank with her son. "I understand son if you can't forgive me but what happened happened. Mansoor is a unique man. Not every day a woman my age can make a man like him desire her. He could have any woman in the village, hell any woman in the world, and he chooses to come here every summer to be with me. After twenty years of marriage to your father, I discovered something new. Your father is a good man. Is like all other men. But he doesn't compare to Mansoor. In bed, it's like comparing a child to a full grown man. If I think about it, your father gave me only one child, you but after that our sex life wasn't good enough. He would sleep with me once every week at most. After experimenting with Mansoor I couldn't be satisfied with your dad like any wife is satisfied with her husband. Mansoor has given me two babies that I love very much. He is also the father of my children. You must know that when a man pleases a woman as much as Mansoor did and after he gave me two babies, I love him now as much as I have loved your father, and dare I say even more." Khaled couldn't believe his modest innocent mother has become a slave for his friend, his sex toy, his baby making machine. Najibi continued: "Don't you think I know that I am one of hundreds and maybe thousands of women that he fucks, dominates and impregnates. I don't care if I am the sole woman in your father's life. I prefer to be a sex slave in Sultan Mansoor's harem just to keep getting impaled by his mighty baby making sword. Some women don't get the chance to eat a cock of this beauty and proportions in their holes ever. I can't say no to this blessing. But after seeing what he has done to you, my son, my mother instincts can't stay down." "What do you mean? Will you leave him?" said Khaled with some hope in his voice although he knew he will hate his mother forever and never forgive her. "I hope I can do that son. But I think I will need your father to defend my honor and win me back from your stud friend." Khaled knew at that moment that he will witness soon a match between two strong and proud men over his mother. He will watch as his father will fight to get back his wife from the bully studly hunk who stole her. After all the stories he heard about sons watching their beloved handsome macho proud fathers being beaten and humiliated by Mansoor in the village and near the university where Mansoor studies abroad, he feared for his father. He knew his mother will wait until his father has his full health back to make it a fair fight but he didn't know what will happen to his poor father. One week later, at the hospital where Youssef was being treated, one of the men of the village came to pay a visit to his old friend Youssef. This man Elias, arrived just as Mansoor was leaving with Najibi after visiting Youssef. As they passed by him, Elias recognized the young man and he was wide-eyed when he saw how the muscular arm of this stud was around his friend's wife's shoulder as they were leaving the hospital corridor. "Welcome Elias! I am so happy to see you. Come in dear friend", said Youssef still lying in the hospital bed trying to fake a smile. Elias knew Youssef for a long time. The whole village considered Youssef a leader. The fact that he was a handsome strong man in his youth still pertains in his fatherly macho face and his body sculpted by hard work. "Well friend. I have some bad news. Representatives from the bank came yesterday and told me that because you weren't able to repay your loans they are putting your farm on sale to get their money back." Youssef knew this would happen after crashing the van. He knew that losing this van and being bedridden will be the last nail in the coffin of his struggle to keep his farm. He was a religious man and he didn't want to blame God but he didn't understand why all these bad things were happening to him: his wife getting pregnant twice after twenty years, his increased work and bad financial situation and now the last glimmer of hope being stolen with the destruction of the van on which he did extra delivery work to repay the loans. Not only that, but he was in the hospital, bedridden and in pain. Only if he knew that all his problems were caused by 12 inches of meat, what would be his reaction? "All the men in the village are trying to gather some money and help you" Youssef was a proud man even in the case he was in. He wanted to begin to protest, but the fat short man, Elias, told him: "You have helped us all very much and you fought for our rights against the rich merchants trying to buy our cattle and vegetables for cheap prices. It's our time to repay you." Youssef felt his eyes beginning to water from all the gratitude that the village people were feeling for him. Not wanting to make his dear friend sad anymore, Elias tried to change the subject. "So I see that Mansoor is living with you. You know what they say about that man, don't you?" Elias asked grinning and winking at his friend. Innocently, the father replied: "What do you mean?" "You know... He is a playboy. You know the Bazenjani family living in the village nearby. Rumor has it that the Mansoor has given the mother 3 babies and given the father horns as high as his house's ceiling. They say that the man wasn't satisfying his wife much and they say that Mansoor has a cock as big as two men combined so you know the poor wife couldn't resist... She fell for his trap three times for three years and she gave him three bastard babies. The poor father doesn't even know the three kids aren't his. Mansoor impregnates and the father pays." Elias was laughing taking it as a joke but Youssef's mind was on fire. Could it be true what he was thinking. In two days he would be totally recovered and he will confront the man and see what will happen. If only the poor Youssef knew what was happening every night and 3-4 times during the day at his house. After the beating that his son got, he didn't dare to interfere to stop his friend's assault on his mother. But his mother's cries suggested she didn't want him to stop either. Khaled listened every night as the bed in his parents' room rocked violently as Mansoor fucked his mother countless times. The obscenities that he heard from his mother will never leave his mind. "I worship you. Fuck me with your huge cock. Give me a baby. Use me as your fuckin slut. Cum inside my fertile womb. Shame my idiot husband with your bastard babies. Let me suck that big fuckin meat of yours. I want to drink your hot boiling milk right from the source. I love your egg sized balls and the hairs on them. I just want to eat your sausage, balls and sperm all day and night. Keep fuckin my mouth and my cunt. I am your sluuuuuuuuuut, your whorrrrrrrrre wife. You are my husband, the real man of the house, the father of my children." Khaled knew that his mother was saying these words while she was in a state if delirium. He knew that her slutty cunt was being pumped with the snake, with the veiny thick cock of his muscular rough friend. He didn't know how could his mother or any other woman, remembering the girl in the hotel Mansoor fucked, take a cock this gigantic in her pussy and feel this immense pleasure to a state where his mom wanted his friend's cock more than she wanted his dad, her twenty-year husband to become better. His mother's lust for Mansoor made her love his cock more than she loved his father. All he could hope now is that his father would be able to stand to this bully and reclaim his position as man of the house. Else, Khaled will have a new father and Najibi will have a new husband and a third baby in her belly. Youssef asked the doctor not to tell his family that he is checking out from the hospital on that day. He wanted to go to his house unexpected to see if his doubts were confirmed. Has his dear wife fallen to the charms of another man? The sight of his son's friend's huge cock sprang to his mind. He knew that what his neighbor Elias told him was true. Mansoor was truly a god among men with his thick cock and any woman would be tempted to try it but that woman would be a slut and he believed that he knew Najibi well and that she loved him and could never betray him like that. While on his way to his house, the old man had many things in his mind not the less the issue of the farm and how was he going to repay the loans and if anyone has bought the farm since the bank took it last week. But he decided to tackle one thing at a time. First, the intruding man in his house and then the financial issue. Youssef had a rough life but he was a strong man that could face and beat all hardships and for that he was well respected in the whole village. Arriving at his house, Youssef put a mean look on his face wanting to confront the young man Mansoor. Seeing his son at the door, he asked him violently: "Where is Mansoor? I want to talk to him now!" Khaled understood that his father has known about his mother and his friend and that the confrontation for the position of the man of the house was about to happen. Looking at the other room, Youssef saw the huge hunk at the door of the bedroom, leaning on the door frame in his wife beater showing his glistening rock hard muscles. "One question I want an answer for. Are you sleeping with Najibi behind my back?" With a mean look on his face, Mansoor knew that this was his chance to destroy the father. Approaching him and looking him right in the eye, Mansoor was at least 3 inches taller than Khaled's father and more muscular. "Every woman needs a real man and your slut wife is no different" Hearing these words, Youssef raised his hairy hand to punch the arrogant young man but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as Mansoor grabbed his hand and twisted it. The old man screamed from the shock and the pain as his son's friend threw him effortlessly on the ground. Flexing his big guns in preparation, Mansoor approached the married father lying on the floor in front of his wife and his son. Grabbing the old man by his shirt, the strong stud raised him and dealt him a blow in the stomach. Youssef was a strong man and nobody in the village has ever confronted him. This was the first time that the father was getting a beating in his life and the humiliating thing is that the man hitting him was thirty years younger than him and fucking his wife. Youssef felt the air knocked out of his lungs from the punch to his stomach. Before he could recover, Mansoor raised his meaty big hand and slapped him with all his force on his left cheek. Youssef felt dizzy and heard a ringing in his ears from the powerful blow. He was like a child being beaten by a man. He didn't expect the young man to be this strong. Falling on the ground screaming, Youssef put his hand to his redden face and tries to catch his breath. "I am fucking your wife, Yes. And I have been fucking her for the last two years you dirty old man. Look at you. You are so disgusting and weak. Of course, a stronger man will come and take your wife from you in front of your son. That is because you are not a man. You told your son that a man is in his compassion and his good heart. Well look where it has lead you." Flexing his biceps and showing his bushy hairy underarms, Mansoor said: "Look what a real man looks like. I could probably squeeze your dirty old fuckin bald head with my big biceps and I would crack it open." Youssef was a proud man and even though he was being defeated he wasn't going to give up easily especially seeing his wife speechless and his son silently watching the beating he was being dealt from the stronger man. Getting up and rushing toward the young man, Youssef was enraged. He wanted to kill the son of a bitch that humiliated him. Screaming in anger he threw a punch to Mansoor's face injuring his lip. "That is a big mistake you fuckin old man. You will pay for it dearly." Raising his hand, Mansoor slapped the father with as much power as he could on his cheek then on the other one sending him reeling to the floor and screaming in pain. Mansoor charged toward the poor man like an enranged bull. Youssef had hair on the sides of his head but he had none on top. Mansoor grabbed the father by the two sides of hair and yanked them taking chunks of hair in the process. Youssef felt tears of pain in his eyes. He has never cried before from a beating and especially not in front of his family and his abuser. He tried to hold back his tears, but the final slap to his face on his eyes and nose blinded him and left the red mark of the five fingers all over his face. Khaled watched as his father began to cry like a little child. Putitng his face between his hands and kneeling on the floor in front of the bull stud, Khaled heard his father begging the stronger man: "Please don't hit me anymore. You are hurting me." The last shred of respect was lost. Khaled couldn't believe that his father was such a weak man maybe his mother was right in mating with another stronger male. His father couldn't protect her if a strong mean man like Mansoor came to fuck her and deposit his seed inside her. Now he understood why Mansoor always talked about his father in front of him in a degrading manner. Mansoor addressing the kneeling defeated father in front of him. "You have said bad words about me and you must apologize or I will keep hitting you in front of your family you old man." "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to disrespect you. Please don't hit me anymore. You are like my son and I am your father's age." "Last week I have bought your farm from the bank before these idiot villagers could save it and give it back to you. I want you out of here tonight." Youssef couldn't think clearly. His whole world was crashing around him. Here he was, losing his farm, his life's work and his dignity and honor kneeling in front of the young strong man who beat him and made him cry and beg and also has been performing the husband's role in his place and fucking his wife. "Please don't kick me out. I'll do whatever you want." Crying like a baby, the 55-year-old once proud and macho man and father, grabbed the feet of the man who is beating and humiliating him and began to kiss them reverently and worshippingly. Mansoor looked at the mother and son as they watched the father debasing himself and surrendering to the power of the 20-year-old man and kissing the feet of the new man of the house. Mansoor saw the lust in the eyes of the mother. He knew that she wanted to get fucked in front of her husband to complete the humiliation. Kicking him in the face, Youssef's nose began to bleed. Crouching on the ground in pain, he saw as his tormentor headed to Najibi, took off her blouse and bra and began to suck the milk out of her nipples. Najibi began to act in order to humiliate her husband who she once loved and honored. "Oh please Mansoor not in front of my husband. I'm a married woman. Please don't do this to me" Mansoor took off his pants and his underwear and took off the skirt and underpants of Najibi and made her sit on his big cock and fuck herself as her husband watched. "Please Youssef, my husband, help me. Look what this stud is doing. He is fucking your wife with his big fuckin cock. How could you accept a man to humiliate you like that? Defend my honor. Claim me back as your wife." Khaled was watching in a stupefied look as his mother rode the big baby maker all the while moaning and playing with her breasts while his father lied on the ground humiliated, defeated, witnessing the new man of the house claiming the woman and the house as his own belongings. The last shred of dignity in Youssef made him get up to try to separate the carnal lust between his wife and her fucker, but seeing the mean young stud looking at him with a fierce look and pointing his huge biceps and finger at him ordering to stay away, he stayed in his place like an obedient dog. Seeing her husband defeated, Najibi knew she had a new man and husband in her life. "Oh please Mansoor, my love, it looks like the old Youssef is no man anymore. I am fertile and I need you to knock me up. Give me a third baby." "I'll impregnate you for the third time in case your dumb husband doesn't know that this huge meat pussy breaker is the one that put the hot boiling milk in your womb the last two summers and gave him these big cuckold horns on his head and two little babies in your oven." Talking to the humiliated father: "You are a weak man. Weak men get their wives impregnated by stronger men. I am stronger than you physically and sexually and I am richer that you. You are nothing but a pig, a dirty dog. You should be grateful that I kept you alive. Get out of my house you dirty animal slave, you fuckin pig, you smelly old piece of shit, or I swear I will take off the remaining hair on your head with my own hands" Orgasming while saying these words, a geyser of hot potent cum hit the hysterical wife in her fertile womb impregnating her with a third baby in front of her poor husband and oldest son. As the poor father, once master of the house, crawled out of the farm, he thought that his humiliation is over but he didn't know what diabolical ideas were going on in the head of the stud who totally destroyed him with his gigantic cock. He only wanted to know why was the young stud doing this to him... Six months later at the farm that used to belong to Youssef... "Oh yes. Yes. Yes. Oh please. Harder. Oh please yes. You're such a stud. Mmmmmmm..." Khaled and his father were at the dinner table eating while the young stud and new man of the house was performing the husband duties. Khaled heard his mother's moans, sounds that she should only make with his father but it was the bull stud Mansoor huge ram cock giving her the pleasure she lusts for. Khaled watched his father hearing his mother's moans while she was being battered by Mansoor's babymaker. "How can dad let all of this happen? How can he surrender to another man and let this muscular young stud fuck mom like that in his own marital bed?" Thinking six months back, Khaled remembered how his once-strong and proud father came back to the farm and knelt at the closed door like a beggar begging for the master of the house, the young man who took the house and wife from him by strength to let him in. Standing in his underwear in front of the father, Mansoor smirked at the kneeling man that was his father's age. Mansoor felt the thrill of dominating an older proud man like that. "Please son let me come back to my house..." "Wrong sentence fuckin pig" said Mansoor grabbing the old man by his ear and twisting it. "This is my house now. I am the man of the house." Wincing in pain like a puppy, Khaled's father replied: "Please, Mr. mansoor, let me come back and live in your property. I have nowhere else to go" "Well you will have to beg better than that." The defeated man could not recover from his humiliation anymore. He knelt more and his 55-year old head touched the bare feet of the young mean stud rising above him. His manly lips kissed the young man's feet in humility and despair begging for his mercy and compassion. Bad Fortune of a Poor Father Ch. 02 Youssef worked hard for more than 40 years building the farm, having a family and building a reputation in his village as a well-respected and loved man. All of that was destroyed by one muscular handsome hung devil. What was more humiliating is that one 20-year old big cock destroyed the whole life and works of a 55-year old poor man. That day, Khaled watched as his new father Mansoor was generous enough to let his old father Youssef back on the farm. But he made sure to humiliate the mature man as much as possible. He made him take all of his belongings to a small room that used to be for laundry and Mansoor put all of his clothes and belongings in the master bedroom in the same room where he was fucking Youssef's wife and in the same room where Khaled's mother was knocked up with the three illegitimate babies. Back to six months later... Khaled and Mansoor did not go to the university this year preferring to stay at home and see where this new condition will lead with Khaled's parents. After one long hour of fucking, Mansoor and the mother came out of the bedroom to sit at the dinner table. While Najibi covered her whorish body with clothes, Mansoor walked in naked to assort his dominance over the two other men in the house. His dangling long thick cock was shining from Najbi's sucking after he emptied his load inside her pussy. She was used to cleaning up the cock that gave her so much pleasure, two kids and a third on the way. Najibi' belly was already growing, and she could not conceal her pregnancy anymore. Khaled began to think what would his father be feeling everytime he sees his mother with her big pregnant belly knowing that the male who dumped his cum inside her and owned her and shamed her was the same one controlling his life and emasculating him. As Mansoor took his place at the head of the dinner table, the place that used to be reserved for Youssef, Khaled watched his father contemplate his empty plate, long already becoming a shallow of the man he was. "Hey old man. Do you remember the first time I hit you and you began to cry you asked why I was doing this. Well, Three years ago, I was sitting with my father after you came to make a deal to sell him cattle. Do you remember you refused to give us 50 heads of cattle for free that day. Well I promised dad that I would destroy you just for fun. You were just a game for me. Your whole life is just a game for me and my cock" Laughing loud, Mansoor stood up and with all the force he could slapped the father on his neck making him smash his head on the table. Khaled watched as his father screamed while bleeding from his head and his former friend standing naked and laughing at the misery of the poor father. When his mother delivered Mansoor's third baby two months later, the real father made sure that the whole village knew that the baby is his and that the village hero, Youssef, the mature man has been cuckolded and defeated by the strong handsome muscular hung rich young dude. Khaled and his father had to endure hearing the stud fucking his mother every night several times and her enjoying it and calling him a man and be happy about having a man inside her after long drought periods. This situation continued for a few more years where Mansoor gave Najibi two more kids and then left the village forever after he got bored leaving the destroyed family with the old defeated and beaten father, the used and abused baby machine mother while keeping his word to his friend Khaled and taking him with him to the university so that he could continue his studies. Poor Khaled left his defeated father behind with the five bastard children for him to raise with little money and went with the stronger alpha male who he now considered his new father. After all hi is fucking his mother and he is the father of his brothers although he is the same age as him. What poor Khaled didn't know is that the moment he met a beautiful girl in the university and fell in love with her he was sentencing himself to a long time of cuckoldry and gifting her with the pleasure of a strong mighty thick cock. The cock of the true father: Mansoor. Bad Fortune of a Poor Father Ch. 03 Khaled was wandering helplessly in the darkly lit street. Arriving at a small bar, he entered and sat at the counter asking for a shot of vodka. Looking next to him, he saw Salim, a friend he has met at his new university. Salim was also drunk and sobbing heavily. Seeing that he was not alone in bad mood, Khaled went and sat next to Salim. “I see we are both fucked up right now” Khaled said. “You’re right my friend. I am sorry about what happened between your wife Carol and that fuckin stud Mansoor. I am sorry that the whole campus knows she is pregnant with his baby” Smiling bitterly Khaled said: “Mansoor is a disease. He destroyed me like he destroyed my dad before me. Do you know, you are the first person I talk to about this topic since I left my country and came with Mansoor to this university? You know that Mansoor impregnated my mother 5 times and humiliated and beat my father back home?” “I completely understand what you went through man. I am drinking right now just to forget what is happening with my own family…” And that night in that bar, Salim decided to open his heart to Khaled seeing that they have both had bad experiences with devilish studs who destroyed their families. Salim was a 25-year old man finishing his last year at the university. He had a room at the doors right next to Khaled and Mansoor’s at the beginning. That was before Mansoor took Khaled’s wife and fucked her and ordered Khaled to find another room. Salim was around 170 cm tall. He didn’t have any brothers or sisters. Before enrolling in the university, he lived with his parents. His mother, Souraya, is a very beautiful woman. She is 45 years old and about 160 cm tall. Blond hair, green eyes and big plump breasts formed her beauty. Long slender legs made all the army men based in that town to salivate at her sight, including one General Raji… His father, Mohammad, was a devouted man. He was a surgeon and he gave his family everything they needed. Mohammad was the same age as Khaled’s father Youssef. He was approaching 60 years of age. The whole city knew how much Mohammad and Souraya loved each other. “So why are you drinking my friend?” asked Khaled. “Today is the memory when dad left us last year and disappeared and I am drinking to forget everything that my mother is doing in our house right now with that evil General Raji” Khaled knew it was going to be a long night as Salim was about to relay to him a story of intense sexual debauchery, whoring, cuckoldry, domination and interracial cheating. He would never have imagined when Salim began his story the real reason Mohammad left and what was the role of the mysterious General with his mother in all of this story. The town of Wimpmen where Khaled and Mansoor moved to continue their education actually contained a military base recently enacted to watch the borders with the neighboring countries. The head of the platoon that was placed in this base was general Raji. Raji was 45 years old, one of the smallest general ever in the army. When seeing this man, one would know how he was placed in such a high authoritative position this soon in his life. Raji was 6’6” tall towering over every single man in the town. His enormous body seemed ready to burst out of its tight military clothing. His mighty biceps reminded whoever saw them of huge, round cannonballs. He was certainly an intimidating figure. His dark head was shaved completely clean, adding to his menacing look. Salim and his father were not racist but like all other men in Wimpmen town, they were intimidated by the fact that Raji was… BLACK. Their town was never governed by a black man, less so general before. But like any new thing imposed in this town, the townsmen finally adjust and accept the situation. Mohammad was considered a leader in this town, being a doctor and all. SO, when the military platoon arrived, the townsmen decided that the general and his high officers should be greeted by an official dinner in Mohammad’s big house. Mohammad couldn’t refuse. He was considered a very important and wise man in this town. General Raji and 5 of his top officers were invited to Mohammad’s house where his wife Souraya and a group of other women prepared a big dinner party for them. The night of the party, Salim watched as his mother wore one of her most expensive dresses and his father kept himself all day in his home office preparing the welcoming speech to the new general. He wanted to be at the general’s good will from the beginning because he knew the favors he could garner to the whole town and to his family if he is in good terms with the strongest man in town. Raji arrived right on time, as all military men do. He walked in the house arrogantly looking around him like a king among his people. Shaking Salim’s father’s hand firmly, Salim saw how this black general towered over his doctor father. Seeing Souraya, the general’s deep black eyes lit with a fiery glim. Salim watched the gazes this black giant gave his mother while kissing her hand. Souraya felt a shiver crossing her body as the black man approached her and she felt and smelled the scent of his powerful military body. Mohammad sat at one end of the table while the general sat at the opposing end and the officers and Mohammad’s family filled the table. The dinner was enjoyable, the officers telling the family of their plans for the town and how to protect it. Mohammad was deeply in conversation about the town’s needs when Salim noticed something strange. General Raji’s eyes were fixed on his mother. He noticed the black man was eating his mother with his eyes, licking his thick black lips as he leered on to her cleavage. His poor mother Souraya also noticed the bold looks of this general but she knew not to say anything and get her husband on bad terms with this powerful man. The night passes quietly, but Souraya, from that night on, she couldn’t remove this black general and his dirty looks from her imagination. General Raji ran every morning for two hours in the town. He liked to keep his body fit by running, boxing and lifting weights. It was rare for a man to have as much muscles and definition as General Raji. One Friday morning, Souraya was home alone. Her husband had all day long conferences and workshops at the military base for the doctors there while Salim was at the university. Souraya heard the doorbell ring. Opening the door, she skipped a breath at the towering black ox standing at her door. It was the first, and certainly not last, time that the faithful wife and mother saw the black playboy without his shirt on. She watched the General in his muscular glory. His smooth bull chest was coated with shiny perspiration; huge, hard, sable nipples capped the heaving, dusky pecs. She has never witnessed a specimen of manhood like this general. She could feel her nipples hardening in her bra and moisture beginning to form between her legs. General Raji knew the effect he had on women, and especially white women married to inferior men like Salim’s father. Salim’s mother gasped and couldn’t find her voice when the general of the town told her why he was there. His officers were supposed to get him earlier from his tun because he has a very important meeting in an hour. They are late so he asked if he could use her shower to clean off and wait until his officers pick him up. Souraya couldn’t say no and she didn’t even have the mental power to think clearly so she let the black ox in. At this point, Khaled interrupted Salim. “How do you know all these details, man?” “I have recently found my mother’s diary. That’s why I’m drinking tonight. I want to forget. I figured sharing my story with you will ease my pain.” “That’s ok. Continue your story. What happened next?” And Salim continued with the dreadful tale… The hunky black man went directly to the master bathroom in the house and closed the door. Souraya regained her composure and decided to let this man take his bath and get out of her house as soon as possible. Half an hour later, Souraya finished ironing her husband’s clothes and went to their room to put them in the closet. Opening the door and walking in, she saw something that made her drop the clothes in her hands. The black general was completely naked searching for something in her closet. The first thing she noticed were his muscular back, his slim waist and his tightly muscular and hairy ass. Hearing her, the black bull turned swiftly and unabashedly showing the faithful mother his manly organs. “Sorry Souraya for wetting your floor but I need a towel to dry off” Salim’s mother was not hearing what this general was telling her. Her senses, eyes and ears and nose, were fixated on what lies between Raji’s tree trunk hairy thighs. The general’s cock was thick as a beer can, its plump head the size of a dark blue apple. Whole 10 inches of thick veiny black meat formed the shaft of this man. The huge flaccid donkey cock was wet and resting on his two fat babymakers that hung a good low 4 inches in his big hairy scrotum. Raji was not ashamed to show this faithful white mother his cock and balls. Talking to the mother, the general said: “Sorry also for the nudity. But you are a married woman. I am sure you have seen one like this before.” Saying it obscenely, Raji grabbed his cock with his hand and shook it flexing his huge biceps all the while. Souraya was red in the face and she was mesmerized in her place although she has taken her eyes off the general’s bull appendage. Laughing while passing next to her, the black bull grabbed the mother’s breast and squeezed it tightly before going back to the bathroom to wear his clothes. Souraya stayed in her room until the black aggressor left and slammed the door behind him. She was distressed and aroused but she knew that no one can enter in this matter between her and Raji, not even her loving husband. She was alone but strangely she wasn’t afraid. Souraya was brought up in a very conservative house. Her father was a racist who hated negroes. He didn’t allow any one of them to work in his house or to be friends with them. Souraya subconsciously continued with this mentality when she married Mohammad. But now, she was obliged to throw this black beast a dinner party and to see him in his full naked glory. She didn’t know what was happening to her but she began to wonder why does she hate niggers without a reason? That night sleeping next to her loving husband Mohammad, one dream followed the faithful mother Souraya all night. It was the sight of his intensely hairy muscular huge body and the equivalent size of his huge hard black donkey torpedo. In the morning, Souraya had to change the panties because they were soaked from all the erotic dreams she had during the night. But Souraya was still horny. She needed to get fucked. Asking her husband to make love to her she was not satisfied with his naked body. She compared his average body with the black muscle machine she saw earlier and noticed the huge difference. Mohammad was a good provider and a loving husband but his penis was at best of average size. Fucking her for 5 minutes was the most that Salim’s father could do to his mother. Souraya feigned the orgasm but in fact she was still horny and she wondered if the rumors she heard from her female friends were true about the potency and virility of the black general. Was it true that he could last hours while fucking a woman? But even though Souraya was having these thoughts she was not ready to cheat on her husband and destroy her family. She loved Mohammad very much and vowed to stay faithful to him no matter what. The next few weeks were uneventful. Souraya tried to forget her encounter with the black general while her husband Mohammad was full time booked at the military barracks. Salim heard his father tell his mother that in a few days he was commanded to complete full physical tests for some of the higher ranked officers in the army but he didn’t know why only some individuals were chosen or why were the tests being done at that time. The general had a habit of wandering in the city every few days and talking to all the citizens and enforce his relations with them. Soon enough, the anguish began to appear on the fathers’ faces every time the general would pass and greet their women, wives and daughters. Sons would notice how their fathers would be ignored by their mothers when they say the black ox coming by and they would do anything just to talk a few words with the fuckin stud and touch his hand. Soon enough rumors began to fly around town about a few enraged fathers who discovered that the mothers of their children were spending a long time at the barracks and especially at General’s Raji headquarters. Since the incident where his mother saw the huge black cunt breaker of Raji, Salim’s mother tried to stay clear of the way of the black man. She knew that even though she never cheated on her white husband Mohammad, the masculinity and virility of Raji was strong enough to make her into an adulteress slut. Her moral values were too high for her to give in to her lust and womanly instincts so soon. At every event where the general was present, Salim noticed that his mother would apologize and stay at home. Rarely would his mother be present in the same room where the black general was located. But the dreams never stopped. Every night, the sight of the big black cock would fill the mother’s mind driving her crazy with lust. Back at the barracks, Mohammad, Salim’s 55-year old father, the doctor, was assigned to the five high officers under general Raji. His assignment was a little mysterious. He needed to conduct weekly physical exams for all of them. And the physical requirements contained some suspicious details such as monitoring the density, thickness, quantity and temperature of the five men’s sperm. Mohammad has done physicals for men before but he didn’t understand the extensive need for the sperm tests weekly. Even though he grew suspicious, he didn’t want to offend general Raji who was the one to directly ask him to perform these duties. The first physical test for the five men was due in a few days. Mohammad will find these meetings to be revelatory and awaken sleeping things inside him. He will also be surprised if he knew that all of these physicals would be secretly taped through the hidden cameras installed inside the medical compound of the barracks… One day, Souraya, Salim’s modest mother, was coming back from the walk she usually takes in the afternoon when she remembered she needed to pass by her friend’s house to schedule the next meeting for the ladies of the town. Her friend was also her neighbor Mrs. Afifa Sharmouta. She was a few years younger than Souraya but she was one of the few women in Wimpmen town to rival her with her beauty. Souraya crossed the road leading to Afifa’s house and was about to reach the door when she noticed a weird action taking place in the living room of the Sharmouta’s house through the window. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight she watched in front of her. Afifa, her daughter and her sister were all topless and on their knees in front of an ebony giant. The general Raji was in his birth suit, totally naked, his manliness oozing in the room and Souraya sensed that she could sense the odor of his genitals from several feet away. What shocked Souraya was not only the nudity and the cheating that was happening on the poor husbands of these married women, it was the debasement these females were going through voluntarily. Afifa was holding the huge black hose-like uncut cock in the hand where she put her wedding ring but it was apparent that her manicured fingers were far from encircling the fevering sausage. The 40-year old mother was insanely licking and planting kisses all along the veiny and hairy shaft of the dark bull. Her sister had one of the gigantic testicles in her mouth and the other was laying fat and low in its bag tickled by the sister’s hand. Afifa’s twenty-year old, recently married daughter was fighting with her mother and aunt to taste the genitals of the black general, but the lust of the two other women denied her this pleasure. With clear anguish on her face, the young girl raised the huge biceps of the stud and began kissing his football-steel biceps and licking them as if they will cure all her diseases. She then put her nose in his hairy armpit and took a deep sniff as if the only oxygen in the world remaining was in his dirty hairy underarm. She then was in a dazy lust being denied his cock and balls, she began to grab his chest and muscular eight-pack, kissing and worshipping them all along. Kicking the two women at his feet and grabbing the daughter by her hair, Raji ordered them to get on all four on the expensive carpet that Afifa’s husband bought a few weeks earlier. The three women were moaning in lust knowing that they will be finally satisfied. The three of them got on all fours, raising their bottoms to give the black general access to their fertile white cunts. Souraya hid in the shadow of the window so that the three women wouldn’t notice her. Without any preparation, the black general took his huge spear and shoved it inside the skirt of the mother Afifa. It seems that none of them wore panties under their skirts. Howling like a bitch, Afifa, the modest aristocrat woman, opened her mouth in pain as the black stud mounted her from behind. Fucking her strongly, Afifa was moaning and desperately begging for more of the delicious male organ in her cunt. Suddenly, a pop sound was heard as Rajitook his penis from Afifa’s cunt and slammed it into her sister. The same happened after a few minutes as the daughter had her turn in taking the heavenly cock in her snatch. All three women were talking in the dirtiest manner that even sluts didn’t use. “Please give me your fuckin black cock. Oh God... so huge... so thick... so hot and smooth... God I'm crazy about this dirty black dick... I want this hunk of niggermeat in my married pussy. Plow that nasty donkey cock up my cunt. AAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!! FUCK ME!!! YES!!! YES!!! HARDER!!!! Bust my cunt wide open for your black cock!!!!AIIIEEEEE!!!!” All the while the black master didn’t say a word. When he sensed he was nearing ejaculation, he ordered the dirty white whores on their knees. The three faithful women knelt and opened their mouths as the giant black fucker masturbated over them. Suddenly, Souraya’s jaw dropped open as she saw the metal cock expand to reach 14 inches and the head open wide like a snake’s eye. Raji flexed all the muscles in his hairy glistening body and shot load after load of his creamy babymaking spunk all over the faces and bodies of the three women drenching them in cum. He cummed and cummed for three straight minutes, his balls jacking up and down to pump the black seed through the black thick cock. At the end, the women were not able to see anything from the sperm covering their eyes but they could taste it on their faces. Their breasts were also drenched in the hot cum. After finishing his ejaculation, the three white women bent to his hairy feet and began kissing them in obedience and thanking him for the gift of cum he gave them. As she was shocked at this scene, Souraya saw Raji looking straight at her with an animalistic look, pointed at his huge cock and then at her and licked his lips. The poor mother understood that she was next. Souraya locked herself in her room to recover from the shock she was feeling. Looking under her skirt, she saw her panties soaking wet and she felt her nipples about to poke through the fabric of her blouse. Visualizing the dirty scene in front of her eyes, she couldn’t believe the black cock and balls acting as a cannon to shoot sperm all over the married women’s faces and bodies. Souraya couldn’t believe the size of the man’s reproductive organs or the amount of sperm his big heavy balls produced. No man can ever shoot this much milk from his balls. She began to suspect the methods in which this man could shoot this much babymaking juice. Bad Fortune of a Poor Father Ch. 03 At this point the bartender came to Khaled and Salim telling them they needed to leave because he wanted to close the place. “You’ll continue this story tomorrow at the same time, right Salim?” “Yeah, sure. But we have to meet elsewhere” “Where do you want me to meet you?” “I’ll give you the address of Lieutenant Fawzi” “Isn’t he one of the men under General Raji?” “Yes. But he is also the one leading the resistance against him now…” Bad Fortune of a Poor Father Ch. 04 Mohammad was as straight as any man can be. He never even had any attraction to another man. He loved his wife very much and he considered their sex life to be adequate after many years of marriage and a son that they both loved. Mohammad wasn't also a weak man. He was strongly built for a doctor with a mustache on his face. When he was assigned by the black general to conduct the tests on the five lieutenants, Mohammad did not know that this experience was about to awaken emotions and desires deep inside him. The first day of the test, Mohammad arrived at the barracks and entered into the medical facility to find the five men waiting for him. The five men were led by Lieutenant Fawzi, a huge man. About 6'4" in height, towering over Salim's father, Fawzi was a blond man with piercing blue eyes. Still wearing a light beard and a five O'clock shadow accentuated his masculinity. The five men were in their military boxers and their wife beaters. The straight father couldn't fail to notice the huge muscular bodies of these army men. Their biceps were veiny and rippling with muscles and their pecs were barely contained inside their white wife beaters. Their hairy thighs were as big as tree trunks from the intense military training. Mohammad asked them who wants to begin the exam while looking at the chart that the nurse left him on his desk. The five men laughed and told the father that in the military they don't waste time they all have their exams together. A second Lieutenant, Habib, smugly told the straight doctor that their physical health is impeccable and they don't need the usual tests. All they need is a test for their baby batter. All the lieutenants laughed at this comment as they took off their boxers. Huge flaccid red salami cocks flung and waved between the hairy thighs of the five virile men who shook their cocks and scratched their balls while sharing small talk. Fawzi noticed the burning gaze that Salim's father swiftly gave to their sexual organs. He knew that this poor man was in awe at the size of their fuckin cocks. No man can have a 10" flaccid cock as thick as theirs. Fawzi smirked as he asked Mohammad to handle them the five cups where they needed to fill their sperm. Mohammad turned around, adjusted his necktie to breathe better from the shock of the manly blond cocks and gave each man a big container to fill. The five men were only in their wife beaters as they began to beat their meats into solid erections. "Aren't you going to do it inside the rooms?" asked the poor father "And why should we do that doctor? After all we're all men and we all have cocks. Don't you?" replied Fawzi, winking and laughing with his buddies at the humiliating comment to the straight father. Mohammad lost his train of thought and sat on his chair glaring at the fuckin cocks being stroked and the huge cum-filled white balls shaking with the shaking of every huge muscle in the bodies of the five hunks. Soon enough, the beasts bellowed as they began to shoot wad after wad of hot baby making juice into the containers. Mohammad watched in amazement as the five men filled the containers with thick dense white fluid. He wondered how many women this amount sperm could impregnate. Probably a whole country, he thought. Then an idea dawned on him. How could these men have such big muscles, big cocks, big balls and a huge amount of sperm? This process was not natural. He must find the reason behind this hyper masculinity. As he was finishing his thought, he was surprised by the five men aiming their cocks high after they finished filling the containers and kept jerking their baby makers. Huge wads of sperm began to rain from across the room staining the father's clothes and even some of Lieutenant's Fawzi's cum splattered on Salim's father's lips, eyeglasses and over his hair. Mohammad didn't know what to do. He hurried into the bathroom and locked himself in as he heard the five studs laughing and making dirty jokes about how gay he is. That day Mohammad tasted the sperm of Fawzi for the first time. He tried to take a shower, but the sperm on his clothes and face and hair became stringy. Fawzi's thick cum made the father more and more filthy under the water... This was one year ago... Salim and Khaled arrived at the headquarters of Lieutenant Fawzi. Entering through the back door, Khaled did not expect to see his friend's father on his knees in front of the blond stud. Fawzi was totally naked, a bottle of beer in his hand drinking from it, while the doctor and straight father was devouring the huge cock in his mustached mouth. Khaled watched as Salim's father grabbed his bull's balls and massaged them with the hand where his marriage ring was and then kissed them and licked them feverishly. Khaled and Salim waited until the lieutenant emptied his balls and huge red cock inside the father's throat, and then they entered. Salim told his friend how after his first encounter with the lieutenants, his father kept testing them, and time after time he began to masturbate their cocks in his office until one time he swallowed their five cocks and their filthy cum. From then on, lieutenant Fawzi knew that he could use the straight doctor, father and husband for his own objectives. And the main one is to overthrow the black general and rule the city himself. Salim told Khaled that his father no longer lives with his mother. His father is now considered the wife of Lieutenant Fawzi in secret of course while his mother has already given birth to a black baby, General Raji's baby, but that story has a lot more details as Khaled will soon discover. Salim has now accepted the fact that his mother has become a de-facto whore for the black general especially that his black half-brother is already three months old. What bothered the young man so much is how both his father and his mother descended the path of sexual depravity at the same time. He later got to know the details of how his mother got pregnant from the black general from his father, with the details that his mother revealed to his father. And the ironic thing is that Mohammad has tried for months to knock up Souraya with their first and only child while General Raji needed only one time to impregnate Salim's mother with his bastard baby. That fateful night was the second time the General was invited to Mohammad's house for dinner. This time he came alone without his blond officers. Chatting for a little while with the family, Raji then was invited to the table to have dinner. Mohammad was tired all day from the work at the barracks and his mind was clearly absent at the table. His wife and son had no idea that the image stuck in the father's head was the giant thick cocks of the five muscular officers spewing cum high in the clinic of the barracks. What Mohammad didn't even imagine that in addition to the shaking of his manhood by the homosexual images filling his mind, he was about to get cuckolded in his house by none other than the nigger bull sitting at his table and eating from his food. This night will be the precursor to the destruction of the poor father's wife. If only Salim knew how similar the events happening with his father and mother were to the events leading to the fall of Khaled's father and the impregnation of his mother by the stud Mansoor. Salim recalls that night that he had to leave after dinner to meet his girlfriend for a night on the town leaving his defenseless parents with the black predator. After Salim left, Mohammad excused himself to remind his son outside of a few things he needed from the town. As the father left the room, the sexual tension was about to explode between the mother and the black stud. Standing from his seat, the general took a small flask from his pocket and emptied it right into the whiskey glass of the father. This happened under the sight of the mother but surprisingly, Souraya didn't move or even try to warn her husband when he came back. As she saw Mohammad sipping from his cup, she felt her pussy and clit tingling in anticipation for what was about to happen. Souraya felt deep inside her that this night will be the night she will feel the huge black cock inside her. She hasn't forgotten its shape or smell from the last two times she saw it in her room and her neighbor's house. A few minutes later, Mohammad dozed off and lied on the table and began to snore. A wide smile appeared on the general's face as he saw that the house was empty for him to satisfy his sexual lust. "What did you do to my husband?" asked the mother naively as the general approached her chair while taking off his uniform. Flexing his huge biceps and his muscular hairy chest, the black giant ignored the obvious question and took the shivering mother by her hand. Souraya knew what she wanted. She knew what her cunt wanted. She wanted to resist but couldn't. Standing up in front of the black general, she was taken into his arms as his lowered his lips into hers. His thick black lips engulfed her mouth as he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. Souraya tasted the thick tongue probing where she shared her first intimate kiss with Mohammad, the love of her life. Souraya couldn't keep her hands off the General's biceps. As a woman, she couldn't resist the musculature of a man, especially that her husband didn't possess this apparent strength. Brushing and squeezing the biceps and forearms of the black man with her manicured hands, she felt his big nigger hands on her breasts. Moaning softly, she swiftly looked from the sides of her eyes to her husband, still dozing off in his artificial sleep. She couldn't believe the thrill of what was happening. A black man was molesting and touching her in her dinner room in her house with her poor husband in the room. She didn't know why, but as she looked at the faithful father of her only child, she thought she saw two corns growing from the top of his head. This humiliating thought of her husband becoming a cuckold wasn't enough to stop the married mother from doing the nasty with the strange black bull. "Please, not here," objected Souraya as general Raji began unbuttoning her dress exposing her huge breasts inside the bra. "Oh Bitch; I saw how you were devouring my fuckin cock more than once when you saw me in my naked glory. I want to taste your fucking big breasts right here in front of your idiot hubby." As the mother moaned, the black general skillfully unclasped the hooks of the bra freeing the wiggly breasts. The black man didn't waste any time as he began mauling the two D-size white globes in his hands, much to the pain and discomfort of the mother. Raji grinned as Souraya tried to push away to save her poor melons from the mauling of the black monster. Raji easily lifted the braless white mother and made her sit on the dinner table, laying her feet on the ground and then made her lay down on her back jutting her breasts high in the air. Raji stepped between the mother's legs, her skirt going up revealing her white panties, as he lowered his mouth to take one rosy nipple in his mouth. Souraya sighed and moaned as a shiver traveled from the tip of her engorged nipple to her fuckin slutty cunt. She watched the general as if he was possessed with lust. He was munching and sucking on her nipple as if he wanted to suck the non-existing milk from her jug. She knew that tomorrow she wouldn't be able to touch her breasts from the bruises that will be on them. What didn't pass her mind were the love bites that will cover her white breasts. In more than twenty years of marriage, her husband has never treated her so roughly. Maybe he kissed her breasts a few times but never even squeezed them. While another man was showing her how a slut should be treated on her dinner table, a few meters farther, and her husband was unconscious the sight of the blond cocks going in replay in his drugged mind. After that night, Souraya and Mohammad would never ever be husband and wife again. They would never sleep together as married man and woman. The black general took the other nipple in his mouth as the first breast began showing marks of bites and sucking. As the mother surrendered her breasts to the mouth of the muscular black man, she felt a hardened poking at her soaking underpants. She didn't need to look. She knew that the only thing this big and hard is the general's black cock. "Take off your underwear, whore. Leave your skirt on." Souraya shamelessly took off her wet panties as the general stood in front of her still squeezing and mauling her saliva wet breasts. "Now take off my military pants." The shaking mother didn't have a choice anymore. Pushing the zipper down, she felt as if a dam was about to break inside the huge man's pants. Putting her hands on the slim waist of the general, Salim's mother pushed the pants down. As soon as the pants reached past the general's hips, the huge black torpedo sprung heavily and hit the unaware mother in her belly. Souraya screamed in surprise then put her hand on her mouth in fear of waking her sleeping husband. As the general saw how the mother licked her lips and devoured his black baby maker with her eyes, he knew that he had her in his grip. Souraya didn't wait for the orders. She took the thick black cock in her hand. The general's cock was a s hard as a brick, more than 12 inches long, curved upward in the middle and nearly touching the mother's left breast with its red apple-sized, pre cum-stained head. Moving her left hand all over the veiny, beer can-thick shaft, Souraya felt the hair on the shaft under her manicured hand. The more humiliating fact is that she was touching the filthy black organ with the hand where she wore her wedding ring. This was the hundredth time or more when the black general saw this exact same scene: A white faithful woman touching his huge veiny hairy shaft with her wedding ring-cladded hand. And the result nine months later was always the same: the white father going crazy in the hospital, hitting his head with his hands, tears filling his eyes at the sight of the people pointing at him and the black bastard in the nurse's arms. A few of the fathers even tried to kill the baby right there to reclaim their honor, but fatefully none were successful. The general was pretty sure that the same was going to happen with Dr. Mohammad, Salim's strong father. Even the black evil man didn't know that in nine months, the once-strong father would have his mouth filled with a hard blond meat and he won't be able to object to his wife delivering a bastard baby. "Mmmmmm," the mother bit her lower lip as she felt the heavy black meat touching her sensitive pussy lips. Raji smiled smugly as he saw the mother's cunt lips opening and closing slowly in anticipation for his penetration. The lust grew more in him with the father in the same room where his wife was getting fucked. Souraya couldn't wait anymore. Her pussy juices were flowing abundantly as she arched her back and put her small arms on the black man's back. "What do you want Madam? Do you want me to wake your husband to satisfy your horny cunt?" asked the general as he slapped her cunt sending shivers through her white body. Lost in lust, Salim's mother responded in a husky urgent voice "He has never satisfied me. I need a real man. I saw how you satisfied Afifa and the women that day. I want you to satisfy me too." "How do you want me to satisfy you?" as he circled his huge cockhead on her flaming clitoris. "Ohhhhhhhh please I want that huge nigger dong inside my fuckin married cunt. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeasssssssssse, penetrate me, HURT me with your fuckin black spear. I BEG you... MOUNT meeeeeeeee." "You asked nicely whore so you'll get your reward." Saying that, the general speared his huge curved cock inside the fleshy tight mounds of the horny mother. Raji saw the mother's face in shock going blank for a moment then a low guttural scream escaped her mouth as he reached with his schlong depths her poor husband never dreamed of reaching. As she awakened from her three consecutive orgasms, her skirt on her hips, Souraya looked between her legs to see the general's trimmed pubic hair smashing her fucking pussy lips, his balls hot against her ass and the cock throbbing violently in her unprotected vagina. Before she got the time to say anything, the general held the table with his huge muscular hands as he mounted her and began fucking her forth and back. Souraya felt the black cock knocking at her heart every time he reached her cervix. Her pussy took more than five minutes to dilate in order to accommodate the big invader. "Please. Your cock is killing me. I feel like I'm giving birth. I never thought a cock would hurt this much." "That is because this is the first time a real cock has skewered you, whore. Do you really think that your punk of a husband is a man? He is not. I am a man." Hammering her like a mad man fucks a slut on the street; the mother couldn't hold her screams anymore as she began moaning in heat and passion feeling the black cock inside her knocking down the defenses of her cervix. Her juices kept flowing and lubricating the shaft which became shining black as the general kept his animalistic ritual on the dinner table of the family. Holding the mother's legs with his arms, he pushed them back until they squashed her breasts to be able to perform maximum penetration in the white cunt. Taking off his cunt, Souraya felt she would cry from the emptiness she felt. But the general was an expert in fucking married white women. He rapidly took the cunt lips in his mouth and began fucking her with his tongue and then biting her clit with his white teeth. Souraya was on her tenth orgasm when Raji got up again to let her rest a little. Walking towards the sleeping father, Raji took his hard cock, which hasn't gone soft in more than an hour and slapped him as hard as he could with it on the back of his head. "I'm sure he'll feel it in the morning," joked the evil black man as he saw the mother looking lustfully at him putting his cock on the head of her dear husband. She was rubbing her pussy to stimulate the black giant. Salim's mother wanted this black stranger to mount her again. She knew that she was addicted to his cock form then on, until she dies. The strong macho general couldn't keep the white mother waiting. Taking her in his arms, they went to the master bedroom and began their second fucking session on Salim's parents' marital bed. This time, the black general fucked Souraya in the doggy position. She loved it the most and knew what her neighbor Afifa, her sister and daughter felt when the black bull fucked them the other day. After another hour of continuous raw fucking, Souraya was sore in her pussy, Her body covered in sweat. She felt she lost a couple kgs from the intense fucking she received at the end of the black general's breeding member. Suddenly, she felt the black piston stopping inside her cunt and beginning to spasm and dilate. Souraya surrendered to her breeder knowing that she was in her most fertile day of the month. Basking in the glory of the moment, the white mother felt her insides being filled with the sticky thick white fluid spewing from the huge nuts of the general and spewed from his giant veiny shaft right into her waiting womb. As soon as he finished dumping his baby batter inside the submissive wife, the general took out his cock from her pussy and slapped her on her face with it splattering her with the remainder of his cum. Then leaving her exhausted on the bed she shared with her husband, He went to the dinner room to wear his pants and leave the house he has just destroyed. Bad Fortune of a Poor Father Ch. 04 "This would be the night my mom got pregnant with general Raji's baby," Salim told Khaled as they waited for Mohammad to finish washing from the lieutenant's cum and come back with them. "So Khaled, Salim told me what happened with you and your family. I'm sure you want your revenge on Mansoor. I have a proposition for you. If you join my war against the black general, I promise you Mansoor will pay for what he did to your father." Salim was struck with surprise as how the shirtless blond muscleman knew all these details. He looked da this friend in mistrust for a while but he knew that this man was his only hope for avenging his father Youssef. "What do you want me to do?" asked Khaled determined to fulfill his role... Khaled sat with Salim, his father and the father's new husband for many hours that day talking about their plan to reclaim what was lost to them. Lieutenant Fawzi lighted a cigar as he sat on the couch next to Dr. Mohammad. He began telling Khaled that General Raji had a mission of impregnating as many white women as he can with his black babies in the town of Wimpmen to make it as an example for the rest of the country. Lieutenant Fawzi has heard recently from other cities in the country that the same thing was happening. One black military man would take over a city and begin his sexual domination of the white mothers and humiliation of key white fathers. "How will I be able to help you?" asked Khaled. "You know that as a white man I can't let General Raji escape with what he's been doing. I defacted form under his command with the other four officers and we're staging a coup against him soon. This town needs a real white stud to reclaim it." Salim saw the shameful look on his father's face as the lieutenant said these words. He knew deep inside that his dad wasn't man enough especially after the videos of him and lieutenant Fawzi in the barracks medical facility. Fawzi flexed his huge blond veiny biceps and took a puff of his cigar before continuing. "Khaled, you need to summon your dad here to Wimpmen town. This is the only way we can win the war against the black monster." "My dad? What does he have to do with all of this?" "I will give you more details as soon as he is here. If you want to reclaim the honor your dad lost to your ex-friend Mansoor, you have to make him come to this town. Tell him that you need him urgently but don't tell him why." Khaled told the Lieutenant that he'll think about his offer and get back to him the next day. It was late and Salim decided that Khaled should stay for the night and leave tomorrow to the dorms of the university. Khaled and Salim shared a room while the father and the lieutenant slept in the master bedroom. A few minutes after he slept, Khaled began to remember his mother. Images began to flash in his head where his mother was naked her big fleshy breasts being mauled by Mansoor's big hands, her rosy nipples being pinched, and a look of slutty ecstasy on her face as the young big schlong was stuffed inside her cunt. Khaled couldn't avoid associating Mansour's cock with the place where he was born: his mother's pussy. Rage filled him as he decided to accept the lieutenant's offer to take revenge on the man who made his mother a baby making machine for his seed. Khaled was awakened abruptly from his sleep by the low sounds of a man moaning and a headboard slamming against the bedroom wall. Tiptoeing outside the room, Khaled went towards his friend's father's master room. In there, he found the black stud on top of the strong doctor. The hairy father was on his back, his legs spread next to his head like a common whore, his hands on the lieutenant's hairy blond ass. Fawzi was slamming his fat salami in the father's poor red ass as the mustached doctor moaned and bit his lips in lust. Salim saw his friend watching his dad getting the fuck of his life and he told him he needed to show him something. "You must be wondering how my straight father has become a gay whore for this blond handsome stud. Well I have a suspicion that Fawzi has given dad some kind of a drug that made him gay." "I don't think that's possible man. You can't turn a married father gay unless he is already gay." "Then why is this happening with the most powerful and influential men in our town? The five lieutenants have nailed more than 20 straight fathers and fed them their thick cocks in the last year. Is it coincidence? I don't think so." "Let me show something on the internet. There is a rumor that Raji, Fawzi, Mansoor and the other studs are somewhat genetically engineered." "What do you mean?" asked a stupefied Khaled. "Look. This webpage talks about experiments the military has been conducting on the male bodies. You saw the genitals of these men. Do you think it is normal? All of them are extremely muscular and very much hung with big thick cocks and heavy balls. Mom told me about the amount of sperm Raji cums in her cunt every time. She thinks it also has to do with medical manipulation of these men's genes." Salim showed Khaled experiments where soldiers are given shots and in a few weeks their cocks and balls got three times bigger and their muscles became rock solid. "I think that the stud that fucked your mother, Mansour, has joined these experiments here in our town when he came to study in his first year of university." "So what should we do? It seems that Raji and Fawzi are both evil. We can't trust them." "We should deal with them one by one. First we'll take out the black man and then we'll take care of Fawzi. You should talk to your dad as soon as possible. He should come here very soon." Khaled decided to follow on with his friend's plan. Next day he called his father, Youssef, and told him he needed him urgently. As Khaled closed the phone with his dad, he didn't know that this trip would cost his dad more than he has endured with Mansoor, his wife, and the bastard babies that shamed him... It was indeed the bad fortune of a poor father. The scene was getting set for the big confrontation between Khaled, Youssef, Mansoor, Mohammad, Salim, Fawzi and Raji. The fate of all the mothers were about to decided base on who wins the upcoming battle... Salim hasn't visited his parents' house for many months. After the black general took over as the man of the house and got his mother pregnant, Salim's visits to the house became scarce. But after joining the war against the black general, a visit to his mother was necessary by the commands of his father's fucker. Salim had already coordinated with his mother a plan where she will tape all of the general's secret phone calls because the blond lieutenant suspected that the black stud was acting against the other black generals in the other towns. Salim went to see his mother in the middle of the day thinking that he would find her alone. But as soon as he approached his house he saw a couple of people standing in front of the two-story house laughing and smirking at the sounds coming from inside. "He sure is feeding her his big fuckin snake," one man said to another. "That idiot cuckold doctor Mohammad sure couldn't satisfy that hot whore like this black stud does," replied his neighbor. Salim was ashamed at the comments given by these men about his parents but he could also hear the moans and whorish screams of his mother. He had no doubt that the black general was fucking the shit out of her pussy. Going inside the house from the back door, he went straight to the library where his mother said she would keep the tapes. After grabbing the ten tapes he couldn't resist the feeling of wanting to see what was the stud doing to his mother. As he went up the stairs, he could hear his blood pumping in his veins, his heart beating in his ears and his cock swelling at the thought of what he was going to see. His parents' bedroom door and windows on the road were wide open. It's like the general wanted anyone coming in or passing by on the road to hear him fucking this white woman and showing them she belongs to him although she is married with children. As with all the women he fucks, Souraya was topless, panty-less but her skirt was raised to her hips showing her shaved pussy. The black general had a fetish of fucking women under their skirts. Salim saw the black giant sitting on his father's bed stark naked, spreading his beefy long legs, his head between his white mother's big firm breasts. Salim saw his mother impaled on the black man's giant baby maker, her cunt overflowing with juices, her head thrown back, her hair wet from perspiration due to the long fucking session. She was muttering some words begging for more of the black pole inside her at the same time writhing in pain at the expanding member inside of her. As general Raji was licking and kissing Souraya's breasts, she had her hands wrapped around his neck as she rhythmically lowered and raised herself from his cock. Raji smiled smugly at the son of the mother he was fucking on his father's bed as he continued his fucking session. Salim couldn't take his eyes off his mother's dilated cunt filled with the black hot baby maker. Twenty minutes later, Salim saw the black general's balls growing in size as he began spewing his hot cum inside Souraya's waiting womb. As he finished, Salim was taken by surprise as he saw that his mother's belly had grown since the last time he saw her. Rising naked from the bed, his fat schlong dangling and swaying like a pendulum between his legs, the general patted the young son on his back telling him: "You will have another brother or sister in a few months." Showing his pregnant cum-filled mother the tapes he acquired, Salim heard the black general calling for Souraya. It seemed that he needed his black dong to be sucked. Shamed, Souraya knew she wanted that black dirty piece of meat in her mouth more than the black general wanted it sucked. As he had instructed her before, the mother went on all fours to the bathroom like a bitch in heat in front of her son. Salim was aroused but also furious at the sight of his mother degrading herself for a fuckin black cock. Salim left the house as his mother was moaning as she savored the piece of cock that has destroyed her family. Returning to Fawzi's lair, Salim found that his friend's father Youssef has already arrived. Delivering the tapes to Fawzi, the gang was ready for the second phase of the plan: luring the black general long enough for Fawzi to diffuse the tapes online and to all the black generals in the other towns. And this is where Youssef, Khaled's father, came into play. The next phase would be a continuation of the bad events in our main character's bad turn events: the bad fortune of the poor father Youssef... Youssef, the strong father, whose life has been destroyed by the arrogant big-cocked young man Mansoor, was in Wimpmen town. He was promised revenge by his son and the blond stud general Fawzi. All he had to do was take the gun and go to Mansour's house in town and shoot him to regain his honor. While on his way, the upstanding honorable man had all sorts of ideas running through his head. Sweat began to flow from his forehead as he thought about the murder he was about to commit. A few feet away from the house of the stud that impregnated his wife many times, Khaled's father was ambushed by five strong military men, beaten and taken to the prison. As he awakened in his cell, the poor handsome mature father heard a deep laugh from outside the bars. As he looked through groggy eyes, he saw the black general seated on a comfortable chair looking at him in arrogance. "Well, I finally meet the only white man in these cities that has eluded our elixir." Youssef was in rage. He knew he was betrayed by the blond man. Could his son also be on this evil game? "What do you want from me you nigger son of a bitch?" As he heard the white man call him nigger, the black stud's face became contorted in a way that frightened the white father a little making him back from the prison bars. "Your punishment will be severe you white pig. I planned to do this in private but now I will broadcast it live across the nation." "What do you mean?" asked the trembling white father. "You see, all the leading white men in the country have been subjugated by making them take an elixir our black scientists have made. But you are one of the rare men who didn't respond as wanted after our spy Mansoor put the elixir in your food. You didn't fall prey to the pheromones expelled by our genetically engineered huge cocks. Other white fathers are now slaves to the big cocks, sucking them and getting fucked by them. Ask your son's friend about his father Mohammad. He has become the wife of the traitor Lieutenant Fawzi. But I will deal with them later. Now I will show the whole country what a real slut you are inside." As he was telling the father what he was about to do to him, Youssef's estranged wife Najibi came in. Youssef couldn't suppress his tears as he saw his wife who became a breeding machine for Mansour's big cock. His mind directly realized the horror that was going to happen to them. "In addition, you and your wife are going to have a great time." Said the evil general as his laugh filled the prison. The poor father saw two tall hugely black muscular men enter his cell and began taking off his clothes. Screaming in fear, the 55 year old white father cowered in the corner of his cell realizing what was going to happen to him. The two huge black men were ugly as apes but they had cocks as big as anyone could ever imagine. As they approached the white father, he began to fight back and repel his violators. Najibi watched in despair as Youssef got slapped around, his face reddening from the beating, his lips bruised and his clothes torn away from his hairy body. As he became naked with the two black studs in the cell, Youssef watched in horror as their huge poles stiffened and rose toward the ceiling. Their girth made him shiver in horror as his dazed mind began realizing that he was going to get opened for the first time in his life. It was not easy for this respectable husband and father and macho man to accept this humiliation. The impregnation of his wife and his degradation as a beta male in front of Mansoor didn't compare to what was happening to him now. Youssef felt one of the big black fingers at the opening of his hairy virgin hole and a sharp shriek escaped his throat as one of the black soldiers inserted his finger to the knuckle inside his ass. The second man came in front of the defenseless father and smooched him on the lips like a stud does to a common street whore. Youssef was horrified at the homosexual acts being done to him and he coughed in disgust after he got his first mouth-to-mouth kiss from a muscular black man. "It is time boys," said the black general to his soldiers. They both laughed and grabbed the white father by his hair as they obliged him to kneel on all fours. Youssef couldn't resist fast enough. All he knew was that one second he was fighting back for the last shred of his manhood, and the next a blinding white light filled his eyes as he began flailing like a fish being speared and taken out of water. Youssef heard his wife cry and the black general laugh as he realized that the pain crossing his body had its source in his hairy ass. One of the black studs had penetrated him and as the other soldier said they carved him a new pussy. The mature father screamed in agony as the black pole filled his bowels and dilated his tight virgin sphincter. He felt he was about to die when the second soldier stuffed his mouth with his enlarged organ. Nothing more humiliating could have happened to Youssef as he was gangbanged by two black dirty studs, his wife and the whole country watching his breeding on television. Youssef must have fainted a few times during his ordeal before he saw a familiar face next to his wife inside the cell. A blinding rage filled him as he saw Mansoor standing next to Najibi, both naked. Najibi was caressing her stud's big balls as Mansoor played with her engorged nipples. "I'm sorry. He made me do it," said the wife to her dick-filled husband. Mansoor smirked evilly at the father as he saw him sucking the saliva-covered black dick and taking another one in his dilated hairy red ass. Mansoor liked how the once-straight father looked at him with the cocks spearing inside his mature white hairy body. "Back where you belong, you fuckin pig, under the cocks of mighty men," said Mansoor in sarcasm as he opened Najibi's legs and with one fast thrust inserted his huge phallus to the balls. The black general was delighted by the scene of Khaled's father and mother getting fucked next to each other in the same cell. But what he didn't know is that this diversion gave the blond Lieutenant and his defected comrades time to spread the videos of the black general's treason to his fellow black studs. Inside the prison, the white father was broken after this ordeal. It was the final nail in his coffin. As he remembered what happened to him in the last few years, he was riding a big black cock while his wife was riding the giant cock of her breeder. Tending his hairy arm toward the love of his life, he held her hand as they both moaned from the pleasure given to them by the superior men. Finally, the poor father knew that his bad fortune couldn't be escaped. He had to submit to the men wanting his destruction. As he looked his wife in her eyes, she understood that her husband was now like her, a slave to the big genetically engineered men and their huge delicious cocks. Youssef's mature ass and Najibi's cunt milked the two studs from their virile milk as they both orgasmed together for the first time in a long time. The poor father's sacrifice destroyed him as a man but was an important stepping stone for the war to be won against the black general. As the men and Najibi rested inside the cell, and the studs had their cocks cleaned by Khaled's father and mother, the black general was furious and caught off guard by the live events on the TV. The channel stopped the broadcast of Youssef and Najibi's rapes to transmit directly the tapes showing general Raji doing deals on the phone with enemies to take over towns from the other black generals. As general Raji's head was reeling from the disaster, he got a phone call from Lieutenant Fawzi telling him that his role was over and that he lost the war. Shouting and screaming, Raji ordered his men to take all the belongings and secret dossiers of their troops and evacuate the city. "Take the slut and the gay father with you too," barked the general. As they were fleeing the town under the wing of the night, Najibi screamed after seeing Mansoor collapsing on the ground. Blood covered his chest as the army saw Khaled holding a gun in his hand, still hot from the shot that pierced his former friend's chest. "How could you do that son? He was the father of your brothers," cried the slut mother. "Is that how you feel about him, mom? I never expected you to be this much of a slut and to betray dad so openly. You are no longer my mother. You can go with the niggers and let them fuck you and impregnate you as much as they want. Your other kids are already under the supervision of Lieutenant Fawzi's men. I doubt you will see them again." As he heard his unfaithful mother crying over the body of the young stud that impregnated her and destroyed the life of her husband and son, Khaled was shocked as he saw his father looking humbly to the ground and confessing that his life is with the black men from now on. Moreover, he still loved his wife after all that happened. Hearing that, Khaled knew he had no parents anymore and he left hurriedly, leaving his parents with the black general and his henchmen as they fled to hiding. He lost his parents and his wife to strong big cocks and now he was alone and bent on revenge from all the genetically engineered men with big muscles, huge cocks and gigantic virile testicles. Bad Fortune of a Poor Father Ch. 04 The blond lieutenant's move had a massive effect on the country. The white people knew what the black men were preparing and riots filled the streets against the big-dicked men. Khaled knew that the black generals were not going to invade Wimpmen town again and that his final rival was the blond ox lieutenant and his henchmen. He knew his attack against them would put his bastard brothers in danger but he didn't care. As a man, he didn't want to be like his father and end up a slave to some big donkey cock. He wanted revenge against the people who destroyed his life. What Khaled didn't know is that the final chapter of the war he was waging with Salim and his parents against the military hunks was going to get a lot more complicated, especially when the love of his love, the bust beautiful big-breasted girlfriend Penelope will come back to the big picture again. The events of the last few hours were beginning to take their toll on Khaled. As he barged in to the headquarters of the blond stud, he didn't expect the defense he received. The four lieutenants grabbed him and took the gun from his hand. "You did this to my father you son of a bitch. You sent him to a trap to get what you want," screamed the enraged young man at the shirtless blond stud. As he puffed his cigar in Khaled's face, the blond man asked him: "What did your macho dad do when he had the chance to get away from the black men who raped him?" Khaled couldn't respond but he tried to break free and attack the blond man. "Take him to the cell with his friend, men," ordered the blond lieutenant. "Thanks to them, this whole town is under my power, finally," laughed evilly the hunk. Khaled was stupefied as he found Salim in the prison cell also beaten. He told him that the blond military man was clever enough to realize that they were coming after him when they finished with the black tyrant so he did a preemptive strike to retain his power. A few hours later, the blond man entered to the cell where Salim and Khaled were imprisoned with a young beautiful woman. Khaled's blood froze in his veins as he recognized her as his wife who was seduced by his late friend Mansoor. Penelope was a beautiful brunette, tall with big breasts, like all the women in this tale. A cigar in one hand, his strong blond face, blue eyes and strong jaw facing the two defeated men, the blond soldier flexed his oversized biceps and held the busty babe by her waist grabbing her next to him and kissing her neck. Without saying another word, Fawzi went behind Khaled's wife, and with one thrust, tore her bra to shreds making her big jugs jiggle from the impact. As they were jiggling, Fawzi, with his hairy big blond arms, grabbed the massive tit flesh in his hands and squeezed them until the poor wife winced in pain. Mauling them for a few minutes, the look of pain on Penelope's face was mixed with pleasure as her rosy nipples engorged and her breasts got sturdier from the man's manipulation. Then, Fawzi made the horny wife take off her skirt and panties to become totally naked. As he looked the cuckolded man in his eyes, the blond lieutenant took a hand and began groping the woman's cunt savagely and firmly. Penelope was so horny she laid her head on the muscular shoulders of the man violating her body. Khaled watched as the alpha male played with his wife's pussy and clit, penetrating her with his index finger while her finger still had the wedding ring on it. Khaled didn't dare look his friend Salim in the eye from the shame he was feeling. After finger fucking the defenseless woman for a few minutes, Fawzi found that her cunt juices were abundant so he made her lean on a desk her butt facing her husband and his friend and he positioned himself behind her. Squatting on the ground, Fawzi grabbed the wife's tight ass globes separating them to get better access to her honey pot. Without hesitation the bald man began eating the wife's pussy from behind as she moaned in ecstasy. As he fucked her with his experienced tongue, he would tell her: "Your pussy is so delicious and wet you fuckin slut." She would moan and tell him to eat her fuckin slit and fuck her with his thick tongue. The couple in heat would hear Khaled's sobs and grunts as they continued their illicit affair in front of the poor cuckold. Taking off his pants, the stud showed the two men his big hairy blond ass as he held his throbbing thick huge delicious baby maker in his hand. The cigar in his mouth, the blond stud with the perfect blond wavy hair penetrated the waiting wife's cunt in one thrust sending her to heaven. "Soooooooooo GOOD!! You are so big. You fuckin handsome stud, fuck me in the cunt. I wish you never take it out. I love your fuckin cock. I worship you. PLLLLLLLLLLLLEEAASEEEE fuck me harder give me your cock." A few minutes later, the woman winced in pain as she felt the blond man take out his cock with a plop. "Suck it whore." The wife obediently knelt in front of the man's huge muscular thighs and began sucking his massive donkey cock as she caressed his tight eight-pack abs. "Your wife is so hot man. I am gonna show her what a real man does to a woman like her." Grabbing her by the hair, the lieutenant raises her with his firm biceps on his veiny arms and injected her again with his cock. "Yesssssssssss!! Mount me you stud. You are the stallion and I am your mare." The stud gritted his teeth on the cigar as he showed his magnificent stamina to the woman he was enjoying. Half an hour later, the stud bellowed as he emptied his melon-sized balls in the fertile womb of the wife. In the heat of the ejaculation, Fawzi began kissing and biting the woman's breasts leaving permanent love bites on them. As he unmounted her from his thick steel pole, cum freely flowed from her filled cunt on the ground. Penelope knew she shamed her husband so she didn't look him in the eye as the blond master took her anal cherry and made her eat his load and filled her stomach to the brim with his thick sperm. For the next two days, Khaled had to endure seeing the super stud fuck his wife in her three holes and deposit massive amounts of his virile sperm in her body. And every time he would climax, haled would hear his wife begging Fawzi not to come in her pussy because she is unprotected. But after 30 fuckings in two days, Khaled had no doubt that his wife is already carrying the child of the bastard muscular blond man. Two days later, Salim took Khaled to the corner of the cell and told him he should prepare himself because they were going to escape in a few hours. Khaled asked him how. Salim replied that his father Dr. Mohammad was preparing a surprise for the stud. "But isn't your father like a wife to Fawzi now? You saw how he fucks him in the ass and made him suck his big fat cock?" "Dad told me he was working on an antidote for the elixir of these studs. He tried it on himself and it worked. He has been secretly delivering it to all the men of the town who had fallen prey to the big cock lust. They should be gathering now and preparing their attack. You should forget your wife. She is a lost cause now that she is pregnant with the lieutenant's baby. You should escape with us." Khaled knew that what Salim was saying was true. A few hours later, the revolution began city-wide and the five blond studs didn't expect such an attack so they fell pretty fast to the wrath of the townspeople. Two of the blond studs were killed during the confrontation while the other two were trialed with their leader and imprisoned for all the offenses they committed against the country. Like that, the genetically engineered men were defeated but not after humiliating and degrading many honest and macho men. They fucked mothers and impregnated them with their superior seed. These mothers fell in love with the muscular handsome hung beasts especially after carrying their children in their wombs. The fathers were also made to turn gay and suck the cocks of the superior studs and even take it up the ass. These experiences damaged the fathers forever and few were able to get an erection with their wives. These events made the women all across the country search for better studs to satisfy their needs even after the defeat of the genetically engineered studs. As for Khaled and Salim, they decided to leave this town forever and go find work in another town. They vowed never to marry again or even have sex again because they knew that women will choose men with bigger cocks always and they didn't have what it takes to sleep with a woman. They would get the same fates as their fathers. And that is the tale of the bad fortune of the poor father. Everywhere around the world, the father is defeated by a stronger man, a more muscular man, a more handsome man or most importantly a man with a bigger cock and balls. The mother will always end up falling for the boss or the neighbor or the bully and she will always cuckold your father with a child from the cock of these alpha men. This is the bad fortune of your poor father!!