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The Dhanush Ch. 02

By: PierceAaron61



Ayman took me to an ancient part of town. He had to park the car and walk as the stone alleys were so narrow that even the sun couldn't get down into the labyrinth of warrens and dens, shops and stalls. I perused so many beautifully laid out stalls with exotic items that my senses were overwhelmed for a while. I purchased a few oddities and some sugar dates and pistachios when finally, I could take it no more and asked Ayman for a break.

He took me through a dozen intertwined alleys finally arriving at a tidy stall that had tea and lunch and low and behold, some backgammon tables where locals where playing a few matches. Lined with obviously very old ornately-carved dark mahogany panels, it was well outfitted with a new flat-screen tv above the counter with a cricket match on, a high end computer serving as the register and something very cool – an old British phone booth by the entrance where there was a small lineup of men waiting to make their calls while a fellow was in the booth talking rapidly.

We had a light and delicious lunch and sat down to play. I have been playing backgammon for years so knew how to play, when to double, how to make bad rolls work in my favor, when to take a risk and when to capitulate so I looked forward to playing some of the locals who after all have been playing the game for centuries.

It seems that I was a bit of an oddity – an American who knew how to play this ancient game so as Ayman and I played a couple of matches and I beat him soundly some of the locals took interest. Ayman translated when some of the locals decided to open up a bit and talk. They asked where I was from and how long I had been playing and if I enjoyed playing for money and when I grinned and nodded there was a general round of smiles and knowing laughter.

All this time an odd-looking and obviously ancient man was sitting in the back corner on a pile of silk and hide pillows with a hookah slowly being drawn and bubbling through his grey thin lips – dark and brooding, his eyes black with huge silver eyebrows and a beard flowing to his knees that would make Merlin proud. The wrinkles that creased his face were deep chasms showing many years of hardship and toil. He seemed never to blink and I felt his eyes boring into me when I wasn't furtively glancing at him. There was something odd about him but since the other fellows in the stall never acknowledged him I let it go. 

Ayman was not a seasoned player so I figured now was the time to put years of playing to the test. The first few rounds with my new acquaintances did not go well and I lost quite a few Euro – much to their pleasure and amusement - but then I began to hold my own and win some of my losses back.

After a few hours my butt was sore and I couldn't drink more tea so it was time to wrap it up. The locals told Ayman that I was a good player and because I had treated them with respect and was both a good loser as well as a gracious winner that I could come and play with them anytime.

The odd staring gentleman that had unnerved me appeared by my side out of nowhere and in halting English said that he was delighted with my visit. He then said something very strange, quietly so that only I could hear: "It is late for the hour of your arrival but now that you are here it is a good sign of things to come." His hands were icy cold and hard as iron as he grasped mine firmly in his, in a weird welcoming two-handed grasp.

All of a sudden I saw lives like movies flash before my mind in rapid fire and felt faint and flushed, like swirling in a ghostly whirlpool cloud but with your life as an instant movie. I felt something being thrust into my hand and as my head cleared I was vaguely aware that Ayman had continued to translate what the locals were saying to me. I shook my head to clear away the strange fogginess and looked about and the old man was gone, as were the pillows in his corner. My head cleared further as I bowed unsteadily to each of them bidding goodbye and saying I would be honored to return. I asked Ayman about the old man and where he had gone to which he looked directly into my eyes, puzzled, and asked "what old man?"

Back at the house as my head finally cleared, Ayman wrote out directions of how to return to the little backgammon parlor as he would not be available for a week due to his lecture schedule. I undressed and prepared for bed. As I cleared my pockets I found a heavy metallic object with very old and subtle Moorish scroll work etched into the surface. It was from all appearances made of hematite and shaped like a big flat yet smooth sugar date. I held and looked at it carefully and there lay a fine line of almost microscopic smooth green stones. I put it carefully aside in the drawer and went off to shower and sleep.

A few days and several more nights of frustrating attempts at getting the local women to acknowledge my presence passed. I went back to the club where I had seen the beautiful rust haired woman and though I saw her again she would not even make eye contact this time. I was tiring of trying so thought it would be polite to return to the little parlor a play a few rounds of backgammon with my new acquaintances.

I rummaged through the bedside drawer and found the directions Ayman had written down. I also spotted the metallic object laying there as something compelled me to pick it up. I looked at it carefully again and noticed with interest and awe that the stones ringing the object were now purple. Out of amusement I lay it my palm. I gasped and reeled as I felt my entire body go rigid, then extremely hot, then icy cold and then nothing... nothing at all. 

I awoke face down on the bed wondering what had happened. I took a few moments as I drew some deep breaths and slowly arose. When finally standing I realized that I felt fantastic. I felt alive and energized, clear-headed more than any other time in my life and fresh. I looked at my hand and there was now what appeared to be an emblazoned tattoo of the same shape and size as the metal date in my palm. I felt the area and noticing it was warm I put on my glasses and notice that what at first appeared to be just a plain grey tattoo was actually extraordinary fine lettering and scroll work like I had seen on the object, almost like a henna tattoo. 

Sitting down on the edge of the bed I pondered the circumstances and was wondering what to do and if I should stop by a hospital, when I remembered my plan of going to play some backgammon at the old bazaar stall and thinking further I wanted to question the old man about this thing that he had slipped me.

I saw the directions Ayman had written laying on the floor so I went to the bathroom noting that I looked great. My body had changed with clearly defined and somewhat chiseled musculature now outlined in my garb. My clothes were pressed, my hair perfectly trimmed, but longer, flowing over my shoulders and shinning, the bags under my eyes were gone and my eyes where incredibly white and there was a glow about me – I felt very odd but damn I also felt amazing – clear headed, strong and alive - so I went down to the main boulevard and hailed a cab to the old town.

I went into the maze of alleys where Ayman only days before had led me and within moments nothing looked familiar. Not one alley, not one shop, not one face. I wandered and wandered looking for any signs of familiarity but nothing seemed to fit the mental pictures from days earlier and I had been taking detailed mental notes as we went. Spices and herbs, fruits and vegetables, meats of all sorts, fabrics, leather and metal works filled the stalls as before but nothing matched from my previous visit.

Finally, I found a small spot selling tea and sat down to try and come to grips with my predicament. As I sipped the sweet mint tea I noticed with some alarm that I could see people with a vividness, a clarity that I had never noticed before. One striking blond – obviously a tourist was walking by gazing at the items in the stall next to where I was sitting. She was a huge breasted Nordic beauty that my dirty mind wanted to see sprawled on a bed, legs splayed wide as I thrust into her as her tits bounced all over her upper torso. 

As I stared at her I gasped – all of a sudden I could see her in all her naked glory. Her breasts were enormous with light pink areolas and large erect nipples. Her belly was flat but with those wonderful curves that speak of childbirth; her pussy was shaved and my goodness – as she strode away from me, she had the most perfect ass I had ever seen. "What the...?" I wondered aloud. No way! This is not possible. I looked for another woman and saw one of the stall workers across the way and mentally undressed her. Unfortunately for me she was really quite ugly and the sight that I beheld was not one of beauty at all. I snapped my eyes shut and all was as it had been.

I watched as the blond receded into the distance of the alley and it was getting towards dusk so I thought that I would keep a relatively straight line through the maze and eventually I would come to a main road to get a cab. I wandered more and the more I wandered, dusk rapidly engulfed us all. Stalls were closing and I was getting strange stares, almost looks of fear - from most of the locals who seemed to be hurrying at an increased pace to finish their day. Within moments the entire area that I was stranded in was deserted. A few rats scurried along the borders but otherwise it was dark and I was alone.

I fished out my cell phone to call Ayman only to see that there was no reception... in fact the screen message on my phone said "no carrier". I sat down on a stoop to ponder my circumstance and decided that my best course of action was to follow my initial thought – walk as strait a line as I could until I came to a main road. I wandered back from where I came and again, nothing made sense. Nothing looked the same from even a few moments before. Twenty minutes later I was still in a maze but now it was completely dark.

I pulled out my phone again and tried to use the built in map of Istanbul that I had installed to triangulate my position via the GPS but the app wasn't there anymore and the GPS could not pick up a satellite to triangulate my position. While I was holding my phone up I noticed – more like felt – the tattoo in my palm. It had deepened in intensity, grown in size and had a soft rosy glow to it. I hadn't noticed it for some time but now that I looked at it the lettering was softly illuminated with a faint yellow glow. I wondered if my phone was creating the glow so I shut it off and the glow only became more pronounced.

Pocketing my phone, I was becoming a little agitated and honestly a bit scared when I turned a corner and saw a lone stall partially shuttered but with soft light glowing outward from the open doorway. As I approached I recognized the little backgammon parlor but it was completely out of place – definitely not where it had been before. I wandered up to the light cautiously and peered around the edge to find the place empty.

Now it seemed that the place was older and more rustic. The television that had been above the counter was gone, as was the computer and the old red British phone booth. I was thinking to myself that it must be a different stall but then I noticed the hookah and the pile of pillows in the back corner where previously the old man had been sitting. As I walked in a bird chirped and out of a back area behind some beads a young man came out carrying a tray of steaming tea. I looked at him and did a double take. Sunken deep black eyes and huge bushy eyebrows – it was the same man but at least 70 years younger.

"Welcome Franklyn my friend. Your return is late but never mind... let us sit" he said.

I know that I had not told him my name and with everything else weird going on I just stood there like a deer caught in headlights.

"All will be explained my friend. Please – sit and be comfortable for your tale is long" he continued, seeing my dazed expression.

"How do you know my name ... and, and how do you know MY tale?" I asked him.

"It is as the heavens wish my friend. It is rude of me though to not introduce myself. I am Hadad and am your servant and guide through your – how should I say? Awakening?"

I was totally confused now. What the fuck was going on here? "I'm sorry... Hadad? That's your name? What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.

"Please my friend... come and sit. All will be illuminated in due time..." he replied, grasping my slack hand in both of his and guiding me back to the corner where the pillow pile lay. His hands were no longer cold but almost hot to the touch.

He guided me down and went back to the counter to retrieve the tray of tea. On the little ornate stand of mahogany inlaid with abalone and ivory next to the pillows were plates of Turkish foods the like that I had never seen. Stuffed apples with lamb, mint and quince pastes, small eggplants hollowed and filled with pistachio creams and meats, sugar dates with peppers and more.

Hadad came and sat on a pillow and beckoned me to do the same. I decided that this dreamscape had to be just that and went with it. Lowering myself onto a big pillow of deep purple and gold embroidery I felt immediately like I had been there before. I took the proffered tea and sipped the delicious sweet mint liquid. As I did so, my mind showed me flashes of a palace of white marble with amazing huge area rugs and tapestries, animals of all sorts roaming about, and beautiful women in diaphanous white gowns milling about. I shook my head and looked back at Hadad with a questioning eye.

He smiled at me serenely and asked if I felt alright. "In fact Hadad, physically I have never felt better – but this is all really freaking me out!" I barked, nervously I might add.

He just kept his serene smile on his face and offered me a stuffed apple. I took one bite and knew that I had eaten it before – many times.

"Would you mind telling me what the fuck is going on here?" I demanded.

Hadad held up his hand and slowly reached over for one of the hoses on the hookah and handed it to me. Taking one for himself he motioned for me to place the mouthpiece properly as he did the same. He lit and sucked to draw the shisha to flame so I took a deep breath and lightly puffed on the hose bringing a delicious peach flavored smoke to my mouth, filling my lungs. Instantly I felt relaxed and with another one of those flashes knew that I had done this before – with this man no less, many times.

"Hohhh kay... Hadad? That's your name? Isn't that a fertility thing?" I asked.

"I am named the ancient Syrian god of fertility yes" he replied.

"So what's happening to me Hadad? I mean c'mon – what's with the bizarre changing bazaar, the changes in the stall and what's with this?" I asked, holding my hand up for him to see the filigreed tattoo on my palm. "This is actually scary!"

His eyes gleamed. "Oh no Franklyn – not scary – not scary at all. Wonderful it is! And it is about time you came back for it I might add! It has been somewhat of a burden to safeguard it for two centuries" Hadad said with pleased animation.

"Whoa – wait a minute! Come back for it? As I asked before – WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!?!" I demanded.

Hadad took a deep pull off the hookah while never taking his eyes off of mine. Like the first meeting he never blinked, which is really unnerving and if you've ever been in presence of someone who rarely blinks you know exactly what I mean.

He took a deep breath and taking my hands in his began to tell a tale that was more than fantastical.

To be continued in Chapter 3 ...

The Dhanush Ch. 03



CHAPTER 3: Continued from Chapter 2 where Hadad begins to explain Franklyns' past.

Hadad took a deep breath and started his story – my story as it turns out.

"A long time ago, right here in this very location was a metals and blacksmith stall – your stall. You were the master alchemist of your day – any day in fact. You had the power to make the most beautiful metalwork ever created. Your only source of pride was your skills with the magic of metal and chemical bonding. So skilled were you that Emperor Constantine himself came to you for all his fine metal works – from armory to jewelry."

"You were a wealthy man but were not allowed to lead a life of leisure due to your skills and knowledge by order of the Emperor. Frustrated at your attempts in love you spent many years discovering the secrets of how to attract women – all of which failed until you finally created the amulet – which you named Dhanush – or rainbow - in your current tongue. Please do not take this the wrong way but you were not an attractive man; disfigured and wan you were. All of the women that you fell in love with refused your advances – even though you were wealthy. It broke your heart – one time too many."

I had been silent through all of this nonsense. Ok – so I am not the best looking guy in the world but so what. I'm kind, considerate, thoughtful... yeah the whole boy scout thing. "How do you know all this Hadad?" I asked.

He cleared his throat and looked at me for some moments both with interest and intensity. "I was your apprentice Franklyn – although I prefer the name the gods gave you - Karamat; for over 40 years we toiled in this stall secretly crafting techniques with chemistry and metallurgy that no one has discovered or created since. We took a solemn oath, bonded in blood and magic that we would never reveal any of our secrets, and the arts and magic that you founded was lost, until now."

"I know that this is all deeply shocking but I have been awaiting your return for a very long time to return the Dhanush to you – its rightful and only owner – for you see Karamat – the bigger part of your soul has been living within that object for centuries. It too was awaiting the vessel to which it could return. I must say that the intervening years have been good to you. You are much more handsome now than in your previous incarnation" he smiled – for the first time one of genuine caring and friendship.

I was reeling. "What the hell is this?" I thought to myself. When Hadad spoke the name Karamat it clicked in my head that indeed that was my name but everything that was happening to me was just too much. I felt my head spinning, thumping, pounding, and then as I felt myself falling, sliding into nothingness, everything went black.

I awoke at home in my bed. I felt refreshed and alive and full of energy. "What an amazing, strange and vivid dream that was" I thought to myself. I literally bounded out of bed and went to the window. Another beautiful hot and sunny day was just starting with cars bustling about and people wandering off to their daily lives. I decided to check my palm to make sure it was all a dream but when I opened my hand – it was there. Not only was the tattoo there but I could now read the fine lettering clearly and the line of color was now bright yellow. It was only then that I realized that I was standing there in full view of anyone who cared to look up, that I was completely naked. "How the hell did I get back here?" I wondered aloud.

"Your thoughts and wishes brought you back to the present Karamat – but I brought you back to your oyu" a voice said from the doorway behind me. I almost jumped right out of my skin and upon turning I found Hadad entering the room with a tray of finely sliced fruits, juices, coffee, jams and a croissant.

"What the hell Hadad? Do I ever get rid of you?" I shouted, more out of being startled than anything else.

I looked into his eyes and he was crestfallen. A deeply saddened look lay in his eyes as he gazed back at me. I felt terrible immediately. "Look man – I'm sorry alright? I'm just not used to having anyone around me all the time – especially someone who is waiting on me. I feel so out of place dude! I think I need to just pack up and go back home and chalk this up to someone slipping me some really good acid or something."

"If that is my masters wish then so be it - but know this; your true identity and nature will bring you back again and again and then, if you wish to truly understand the nature of what and who you are ... well you will have to channel the Dhanush to find your answers. After all – who better to teach you about yourself – than yourself."

I donned some clothes and asked "If what you are saying is true, how do I channel the Dhanush?" 

"You merely have to concentrate on the power in your hand and now in your mind and the answers will come to you Karamat" he replied. "Since it is you, talking to yourself, you will understand the enormous power that you have reclaimed. Be careful though ... as has been said since time began, with power comes responsibility."

I thought for a moment and related a passing moment to him. "In the market I watched a woman for a moment and then wishing I could see her naked, I did" I said quietly.

"Such trifling and inane use of your power is base master. You have so much more at your command – but should you wish – yes it is true – anything you desire is yours. You just have to learn how to use your strengths and more importantly, recognize your weaknesses before both get you into a lot of trouble. You see master, this is the reason why you placed your powers into the Dhanush before you..." Hadad was saying before he went silent and stared down at his feet.

"Before I did what Hadad?" I asked.

"Before you took your own life master" he replied.

"What? Why did I do that?" I asked.

"The Emperor was having you watched and as your power, fame and influence grew he became furious and ordered your death ... and mine as well. You knew that if you did not have the time and privacy to create the Dhanush that all would be lost but you also knew that no matter where we hid, they would find us and kill us on the spot. You saved my life master."

"I did what? How did I do that?" I asked.

"By transforming me into who you see before you now" he replied. "It took a long time to complete but after many days I am as you see before you" he replied.

"And I am assuming that you did not appear so prior to my changing you?" I asked.

"Your thoughts are sound master. I was not only your apprentice but your bodyguard as well. The only way that you could truly hide me was to change me into a physical form that was completely different than what I had previously been. When the palace guards came for you I was sitting at a table across from your stall watching them tear the place to pieces. They were furious and started to round us all up for questioning. Since I resembled nothing of what I was previously they let me go after some mild torture and questioning for several days."

"I managed to conceal the true nature of the Dhanush by pretending it was nothing more than a hobby carving. Since it didn't do anything when they examined it they gave it back and released me without further harm. The emperor was crazy and had the entire realm searched for ten years high and low. When at last the court gave up due to the expense of the search I knew it was my time to wait for your return, as you said you would before you died in a flash leaving no trace of your earthly body."

I was stunned. Not only was this absolute fantasy but I knew as he spun the tale that he was telling me the truth. My palm was warm and throbbing in a most delightful, almost happy way like a puppy wagging its tail, radiating power and wellbeing throughout my body.

"So what am I supposed to do with this... power?" I asked Hadad directly.

"Anything you wish master but as I said earlier please be careful – you have no idea yet as to your abilities and that could lead you into harm's path. I recommend some simple tasks first – trying some mind manipulations, maybe bed a few of those beautiful women you are so desirous of ... that is easy and should prove no more taxing to you than a brisk walk up a steep hill" he winked.

"Taxing? You mean this thing ... this ... Dhanush you call it ... will drain me?" I asked.

"Oh yes –but only for a while. You will need perhaps a little more rest after using it to accomplish really big and marvelous things but for everyday tasks you will not even notice the drain as long as you take care of yourself."

"What kind of big things are you talking about Hadad? I mean right now I just want to go find that rust haired beauty and pardon the expression, fuck the smirk off her face for a few days. That's pretty big in my book dude" I illustrated.

"That would not be anything taxing to your powers master" he replied.

"Hey Hadad – stop with the master stuff ok?" I smiled at him gently.

He looked at me fondly and after a sidelong head tilt he said quietly "something that may drain you for a day or two might be changing me back to my old self, curing someone of a terrible disease, or making a poor crop bountiful" he smiled.

"I can do that?" I asked thinking of all the good I could do for so many.

"Oh yes mast ... sorry Karamat ... that and much more. But always keep in mind – every action has a reaction. You cannot change the laws of nature anymore than you can change the nature of the gods or the universe. Magic and power always come with a price. But you can manipulate things around you to your liking. Some reactions are wonderful and some may turn out to be disastrous. As I said prior – responsibility is your great burden once again" Hadad finished.

I went to the balcony and decided to try a few things. I concentrated on the warmth in my hand and then looking at an older Peugeot parked across the street, willed a dent to pop out and become flush with the body, looked at the faded paint job and revitalized the color and depth of paint at the same time. Looking through the glass I saw that the upholstery was worn so I revived it and then as a final touch made the car sparkle as if brand new. As I was standing happily looking at my 'work' a man came strolling by, passed the car by a few paces and then turned around to look at it and comically did a true double take. He walked back to the car and inserted a key into the door. It swung open for him and now he stood there scratching his head and looking the car over again and again. I chuckled and turned back to the room. Hadad smiled and said "that was a nice thing you did master." 

I looked at him a little sternly. "My apologies but after lifetimes of that being our relationship I am hard pressed to change" Hadad replied.

"No worries Hadad but now I think I am going to go have some fun... but carefully I assure you" I smiled.

"Will you be needing anything else Karamat?" he asked.

"No but how do I get in touch with you Hadad?" I asked.

"Just think and I will come sire" he replied.

With a roll of my eyes I grabbed a few things and headed outdoors to explore my new world.

To be continued in Chapter 4...



The Dhanush Ch. 04



The continuation of The Dhanush – a fantastical story of power, rebirth and mind control. Previously, Franklyn – now Karamat - had been introduced back to his older self by his servant Hadad. Moving forward we find out some of his power has been reclaimed. In this chapter we find Karamat finally relieving his pent up need for great sex!

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I spent the day wandering around doing all kinds of fun things. I turned a flock of pigeon bright purple and yellow much to the comical surprise of the people nearby. Walking past a filthy alley I made all the trash vanish, cleaned the dirty patina of the walls and scrubbed the street down to a clean glow. I stopped a little boy in his tracks before he ran into an older woman who was laden with groceries. I changed the all the dates in the stories throughout a whole stack of newspapers just for a giggle. I revived a border of pretty yellow and orange flowers that were drooping in the mid afternoon sun. I fixed a taxi that was belching blue smoke by analyzing the problem and just thinking about a few minor fixes that were obviously long overdue. This was fun! 

I was having a blast strolling and exploring my powers, wondering what else I could do for mankind. Just then a truly beautiful brunette woman came out of a store towards me dressed to the nines. Her hair was like a cascade of dark shining chocolate and her face was stunningly pretty. She was a little heavy but with the weight in all the right places – big full breasts, wide hips and a very sexy shelf butt that had my mind instantly reeling with desire.

I decided to have a little selfish fun and imagined her naked. As before in the bazar with the blonde, the brunette appeared before me in all her glory. I gasped quietly to myself as I took in the sight before me – she was naked except for the butterfly vibrator pressed against her clit as she walked. If only the others around her knew her kink they would be all over her. I pushed a command for the butterfly to vibrate on high and watched as she bucked and swayed.

Just as we came together on the sidewalk she started to reel, so I reached out and took hold of her gently while at the same time I pushed a massive orgasm through her body. She gasped and swooned in my arms as I held her.

Staring at me with fear in her eyes, she tried to lurch away from my grasp but I pushed an even stronger orgasm through her pussy, tits and ass for good measure, making sure that her nipples felt like they were being nipped – adding to the intensity of her orgasm at the same time. I then sent a feeling of a slender well-lubricated wand sliding in and out of her asshole. She went rigid and then started shaking through her spasms, gasping for breath, and clutching at anything that would help stabilize her in the middle of the sidewalk.

She had a massive orgasm and I could see that she had literally flooded herself with her cum. I reached out with my mind and started to gently calm her overheated senses down. She looked at me and said "I am so sorry sir ... I don't know what came over me. Please let me go. I must be coming down with something."

"I know exactly what came over you and you want more don't you?" I replied quietly staring directly into her big hazel almond shaped eyes. She stared back, afraid and excited at the same time. "I know you enjoyed the orgasms I gave you my beautiful slut. Walking around with a toy buzzing your clit... What else do you want my kinky little slut?"

"I don't know what you're talking about you sick bastard ... let me go or I'll scream for the police!" she barked back sharply, now genuinely afraid.

"Really?" I shot back as I sent a massive orgasmic wave crashing over her like a haboob of sexual pleasure coursing through her loins. "You mean that was just a coincidence?" as I sent another and then another orgasm crashing through her. "You think that it's all just happenstance that I know about your vibrator (I sent it spinning in high gear again) and can make your asshole feel like this? (I sent the feeling of the slender wand slipping rapidly in and out of her anus again).

She gasped and held on tightly to me as her body rocked through her convulsions. "Ohhhhh please stop sir ... too much ... tooooooo... ohhhh" she writhed into me. I sent the sensation of a hundred tiny flicks and light slick licks up and down and around her clitoris. At the same moment I sent her a mental picture of my cock fully erect and dripping with desire just before entering her hot wet pussy as her nipples got another special tweak. She collapsed with her full weight in my arms. Hmmm – too much I thought and sent out commands to bring her back to a stable state.

As she rapidly calmed down I thought quickly and made some decisions. I looked into her eyes again and said "you have nothing to fear, just pure sexual pleasures lay before you – pleasures you have only dreamed of. You are the first woman I will take for my own. I am Karamat and you are mine."

I listened to her mind – I didn't know I could do that but as I stared into her eyes I could literally hear her thoughts streaming through her consciousness. She was terrified but immensely turned on at the same time. She wanted more of what I did to her – she knew it was me and acknowledged her lusty desire to have me fuck her senseless but was completely scared of me too. I pushed her mind to see that I wasn't going to kill her, hurt her or abuse her but that only kinky sexual bliss and happiness would flow from her acceptance that I was now her master.

Her mind calmed and I reached out and slowed her breathing and slowed her metabolism to a gentle comfortable purr. I felt her trying to reach out and talk. She slowly raised her gaze to meet mine.

"Who ... who are you sir?" she asked coyly.

"I've already told you my name - I am Karamat – your master, your guide, your reason for being" I replied. I knew this was over the top but the Dhanush was glowing hot and feeding me a feeling of power and health and wellbeing that was beyond anything I could remember as I took control of this beauty. I intuitively knew this was the path to follow at this moment in time.

"Karamat? That is a man's name for ecstasy... is it true? You embody ecstasy?" she asked with sparkles in her eyes.

"Come with me and you shall discover the bliss and release that you have been searching for" I replied.

Her eyes glowed with awe, a smile lit her face and then without further hesitation she placed her arm in mine and simply said "take me."

During the stroll back to my house I wanted to make this beauty comfortable. I was going to take her in every way imaginable and I didn't even know her name. I delved into her mind, making her aware of my presence. I explained to her that my power was insurmountable and that she would be receptive to everything my lust required of her.

I pushed some basic physiological changes into her body. Her nipples would now surge and constantly burn with lustful need, be incredibly sensitive – enough that she would be able to have orgasms through breast play alone. I also made a minor modification – the mental suggestion that she would enjoy some pain with her pleasure from anywhere in her body – solely because I was going to fuck her magnificent asshole until she passed out from pleasure. I also pushed the idea that she could initiate any sort of sexual activity that she craved as well as the directive that she would always think of sex and the need to satisfy me in any way I wished.

I heard her thoughts echoing through her mind that she had never been fucked in the ass before. I again shoved the image of my cock at full erection thrusting repeatedly into her ass and felt her fear mixed with excitement and lust surge through her. I asked inside her mind if she was ready to please me and immediately heard back an emphatic "YES master."

I guided us into a small pharmacy shop and purchased a box of disposable enema kits, some razors and several bottles of oils and lubricants. I gave them to her with the money to pay for it all and directed her to purchase them from the young woman who was tending the register.

I noted with joy that circling around inside her head without any prodding from me that she was gazing at the girls' chest – which was even bigger than her own – easily in the high 40's and E in width. My slave – for that's what now I considered her – was getting excited gazing upon the other girls' big tits and wondering if it would please me if she and this girl – for that's what she was – maybe 20 at best – made love together for my viewing pleasure.

I spoke to her out loud this time so the cashier would deliberately hear. "Yes my sexy goddess – it would please me very much to watch you and this beautiful young woman making love before me." I felt my slave melt with pleasure at the word goddess.

I reached inside the young woman's mind only to hear her completely freaking out. She was, it turns out, still a virgin and only 19. So with her future sexual health in mind I eased her revulsion and told her to calm down, that it would be a wonderful experience and that she should at least consider the thought but without any forceful command. I then sent a surge of sexual lust coursing through her body. I watched as she flushed and stiffened against the onslaught. I then set a change in her nipples to overload her senses with incredible erotic need any time she thought about sex with me, my slave or both of us.

I commanded my slave to place the items on the counter as I stared into the young woman's eyes. The woman took everything slowly as if in a trance and rang them up. My slave passed the money and at the moment their hands touched I sent a spark of orgasm cruising through both of them. They lurched and gasped looking at each other. As things settled down I took a piece of paper and wrote my address down. "Come by when you're ready" I told her staring into her eyes. She was flummoxed but excited – just looking at her nipples was enough to confirm that without even peering into her thoughts.

As we left the store I turned to my slave. "I will not probe your mind now for answers. What is your name?"

"Jasmina" she replied obviously happy that I had asked.

"Would you like to make love with that lovely young lady Jasmina?" I asked.

"Yes, very much so, she's beautiful" she replied.

"She will come around soon – very soon – but until then you are mine to do with as I wish. Do you have family?"

"Yes master" she replied.

"A husband, boyfriend, lover, lesbian lover or anyone else that will get in the way of your complete submission to me?" I pried.

"I have a lover that I met only recently but I don't care about that right now – I need to be yours and yours alone" she responded.

I thought to myself about how I could be completely screwing up her entire life and decided that it was now my future to command and command I would. The Dhanush warmed and pulsed through my body with pleasure. I thought back to Hadad's admonition that what I was doing was base and common but I needed this – I needed sex and a lot of it to make up for lost time.

I was feeling a bit worn down and knew that I would need to recuperate a little before the afternoons festivities began. I explained this to Jasmina and felt a pang of disappointment rise up inside her. "Don't worry my beauty – I've just been through a lot lately – A short rest will cure that" I explained inside her head. She noticeably relaxed. We arrived at my place where I went straight to bed and slipped into a wonderful deep sleep.

I awoke several hours later as dusk was washing the sky. I saw Jasmina seated on the reading divan looking at me with a serene but lustful gaze in her eyes. Seeing that I was now awake she rose, climbed onto the bed on her knees next to me and began to slowly unbutton her blouse, her eyes never leaving mine. As she shed her blouse her glorious chest came into view captured by a lavender lace bra with a front clasp. Her breasts were magnificent double d's and through the lace weave I could see her erect nipples and areolas were a dark rosy hue. She tossed her blouse to the floor so I reached up and lightly flicked a nipple which sent a gasp and shudder through her body.

I remembered that I had made her nipples extremely sensitive so I took one between my fingers and gently twisted it applying ever increasing pressure. With my free hand I reached up under her skirt and cupped her pussy, feeling the butterfly still in place and her panties completely soaked through, the heat emanating from her sex like a furnace. I rolled and pinched her nipple and felt her lurch with an orgasm as her panties flooded with her juice, seeping through the lacy fabric into my cupped hand. I quickly brought my hand out from between her legs as she grasped my shoulder to keep from falling over and lapped her honey up like a starved kitten. She tasted divine and I wanted more.

"Clothes off now!" I ordered as she came down from her body high.

Reaching up she quickly undid the front clasp of her bra releasing her big beautiful perfectly rounded breasts, nipples standing high and hard at attention. She then stood on the bed and in one motion stripped down her skirt and panties in one sweep dropping her butterfly on the bed. She was something to behold and I needed to feel a warm wet cunt milking my cock now – it had been too long – so I pulled her down onto the bed and told her to spread her legs wide for me. I quickly got up and practically ripped my clothes off. My big cock was like steel, fully erect and pulsing with a mind all its own.

Jasmina licked her lips as she then slid her hands down her splayed legs and spread her pussy open for me. I reached between her legs to her soaking pussy and gathered some of the copious juices flowing from her and bathed my cock in her natural lubrication. I crawled up and looking directly into her eyes slowly slid my entire length and width deep within her vagina in one long slow thrust. Like a warm soaked velvet vise, Jasmina clamped her cunt around my shaft as I bottomed out. When my pelvic bone finally bumped into her clit she let out the beautiful moan of a woman in total heat.

I slowly pulled out until just my cockhead was nestled inside her cunt lips and the slammed back into her, bottoming out into her cervix. I gazed into her eyes and repeated this for dozens of strokes and felt my balls starting to boil. With glee I started to fuck her hard and fast, deep and with slightly different angles with each stroke and with each stroke she was humping her pussy back up at me, staring into my eyes with smoldering lust. I had to send a sharp pulse to keep my orgasm from rising too fast otherwise I would have blown a massive load of sperm into her womb right then as the pleasure was so intense.

"YES MASTER... Fuck your slave. Fill your slave up with your magnificent penis. Fuck me please, I'm begging you master... fuck me hard, make my cunt yours master. Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss" she moaned when her orgasm crashed through her as I ravished her hole over and over. Jasmina's cunt was pouring her honey like a spigot, soaking my cock, balls, down the crack of her ass and pooling on the sheet. The delectable sound was magnificent – cock pistoning in and out of a soaked pussy – with that beautiful squelching noise, mixed with her continuous moans and pleadings, was a symphony of sexual magnificence.

I pulled out of her cunt and crawled down her body. I grabbed her hands, and placing them on her legs, had her bend her knees and pull her legs back to her chest. What a magnificent sight a beautiful vagina is! Her lips were flush with excitement, and her hole was open and pooled with her sweet juice just begging for my tongue.

I wasted no time diving into this tasty treat but not before I rubbed my face all over her soaked crotch, inhaling her scent deeply. I plunged my tongue into her steaming pussy, applying suction at the same time to savor and drink up as much of her sweet nectar as I could. I slithered my tongue all around her lips, dipping inside with every three or four passes, then down to her perineum, stopping just shy of licking her anal bud, and then back up over and over again. Jasmina was thrashing around like a bead of water in a dry hot skillet and moaning incoherently saying things in her language which I didn't know.

When I finally went higher and started dancing my tongue around her clit, she grabbed the back of my head and held me there. I took her clit in between my lips and sucked gently while flicking her side to side, around and around. Jasmina was going wild and lost it – her cunt expanded, then contracted, and I felt the blast of her orgasm squirt all over my chin and chest. Wow what an erotic and beautiful thing to behold!

While still in the throes of her orgasm I grabbed her legs and flipped her over onto her belly and pulled her hips up so she was on her knees. Spreading her legs again I grabbed her gorgeous soaked ass cheeks, spread them apart and dove into her anus like a man possessed. Rimming has always been one of my favorite kinks and it seemed that Jasmina had never had it done to her. She tried to protest but I held her firm as I circled her little tight rosebud over and over with the tip of my tongue. I then very slowly licked up and down her crack, gently tickling her until finally I firmed up the tip of my tongue and pressed it into her ass.

She went crazy as I tongue fucked her backdoor pushing back against my tongue as hard as I was pushing it into her. She was moaning like a banshee with every stab and flick until finally my tongue was sore. I crawled up and plunged my cock back into her pussy and fucked her furiously for 10 minutes solid with Jasmina orgasming over and over again. Her ass was too much to behold and I wanted it. My cock was soaked so I pulled out of her cunt, grabbed onto her hips hard, placed my head at her asshole and pushed gently but insistently until I felt her ring open and my head slip inside. I held her haunches firmly and very slowly started to work my cock in and out, going a little deeper each time until my balls were finally resting on her cunt lips.

"Ready for a total ass fucking slave?" I growled.

"Yessss master... take my ass. It's yours to do with as you wish. Fuck my ass master, fill me with your seed..." she said with passion and conviction.

I released my hold on my orgasm and started to slowly stroke in and out of her glorious butt. Tight as a vice and smooth as a buttery clamp, she felt so good that I knew without hesitation that I would be doing this over and over again with her. As I picked up the pace I commanded her to play with her nipples and pussy and without any hesitation her hands flew to her chest and cunt and she went to town. Squirming and writhing, she was a natural at this. I picked up the pace until I was hammering away at her little brown back door, feeling the impending rush of my orgasm.

"Fuck my ass harder master... harder master... take me... take my ass ... for you... your pleasure... I never knew it would be this good... oh yesssss... deeper master, deeper" she groaned grinding her ass in circles with each thrust.

I decided to reward her for her excellent performance by mentally growing my cock another 4 inches and as my orgasm boiled up my cock I pressed a massive orgasm through her body that would last for minutes as I unloaded a torrent of cum into her rear passage. Spurt after spurt of cum erupted from my cock inside her backside and a flood of fresh juice rocketed out of her pussy as she screamed, twisted and twitched, still impaled by my even bigger cock in her asshole because I held her tightly to me by her hips. She kept cumming and cumming, thrashing about like a fish out of water as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her body.




The Dhanush Ch. 04



I sent a command to slowly bring her down so that she would recover in time for my next course. As her breathing slowly returned to normal and her body calmed, I gently rolled her over and climbed on top of her, looking into her eyes and kissing her deeply. She responded by wrapping her legs around my ass, her arms around my back and furiously thrusting her tongue in my mouth. We dueled for a while and I was careful not to stimulate her mind and body more, allowing her to recover her senses and strength. We slowed down and she reached up and took my head in her hands and brought my ear to her mouth where she gently teased my earlobe.

"I have never felt elation and bliss like that before. My body was on fire and the pain I thought I would feel when you took me ... back there ... was nothing that I thought it would be all these years. Thank you my master Karamat for making me yours. Your simplest wish is truly my command" Jasmina whispered sweetly and sincerely.

I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, stood up, took her hand and led her to the bathroom into the shower. I cranked the water on high and as the stall steamed up I drew her in under the streaming flow. I probed her mind and felt her in desperate need to pee. I turned her around to face the wall, spread her legs and reached down to cup her cunt with one hand while the other reached up between the tile wall to grab a big full tit, pinching her nipple with just enough pressure to elicit a gasp.

"Let go – I want to feel it; piss for me now" I commanded inside her head as I worked my thumb back inside her well-worn slippery asshole. She sighed as she thrust her ass back against my finger, arching her lower back to give me full access to everything she had between her legs. As I felt the first dribble of her hot stream flow through my fingers, I slid in behind her to feel her flow stream over my cock, which was rapidly getting hard again. Her flow turned into a torrent washing my now rock hard cock with her golden pee. I slid my cock back and forth between her cunt lips sending her piss everywhere and then slid inside her. I stayed there relishing the feeling of her hot slippery pussy clutching my cock as another orgasm ripped through Jasminas' body. She looked back at me with a grin saying "now THAT was dirty and fun! I can't wait to feel that on me!"

I was completely spent; the dhanush letting me know with a cooling glow that it was time to settle in for some recovery time though I was relishing in the power and feeling of total control I had never known. It was completely intoxicating knowing that I could have Jasmina, or any beautiful woman for that matter, whenever and however I wanted.

As unbelievably fun as this was I knew that I had to refocus and take these powers much more seriously. I had set out to discover Turkey and instead had become something akin to a fairytale deity. There was so much more to do, to explore and to be honest what I really wanted to do was to see if my powers could be used for much more than just fucking every beautiful woman I came across in any way I wanted to. Could I use my new – actually old – powers to effect real and positive change?

Suddenly I felt more exhausted than anything I've ever known, slipping into a world of floating hazy whirling and twirling imagery overlapped with layers of other worlds and times slipping in and out of focus.

To be continued in Chapter 5 in which Jasmina and Karamat have their first ménage â trois...



The Dhanush Ch. 06



The Deflowering of Enver

The glow of the Mediterranean sun lit the bedroom as I focused and channeled the Dhanush - feeling the warm glow of power surge through my system. My senses were working overtime, superheated and hyperactive. The power of the Dhanush was flowing through my body, mind and soul as my two truly stunning women made love before my eyes only inches away on the big bed. One of the effects I could summon from the Dhanush is unlimited amounts of cum to build up continuously until I say the party is over and I had some extremely nasty plans for these two. 

Jasmina, up on the big bed, was up on her knees with her head down on the silk sheets, tossing side to side in bliss, her glorious round bubble-butt arched up in the air with her knees spread wide. Her hands were back holding her ass cheeks wide apart giving full access to her asshole and cunt. Her hips were gyrating slowly in time because Enver was behind her with her face firmly planted in Jasminas' crack, nose pressed tight against Jasmina's asshole licking Jasmina's cunt from her clit then slowly up between her pussy lips, dipping into her juicy hole. As I watched Enver then would rise up to circle her tongue round and round Jasminas' tight rosebud.

Every time Enver would reach Jasmina's asshole, she would tense up her tongue and push it in and out like a miniature cock, pushing in and out of her back door. Jasmina was moaning in bliss and Enver was grunting in animalistic pleasure with every thrust. "That's it Enver, love my ass, love my pussy ... Oooooh ... use your fingers baby ... push them inside me ... anywhere EVERYWHERE ... oh oh ahhhhhh yessssss..." Jasmina chanted again and again.

Enver was holding onto Jasmina's hips with one arm to try and keep constant contact between her mouth and the slobbering crotch in front of her because Jasmina's hips were rocking all over the place due to the extreme stimulation she was receiving. She was, as Jasmina demanded, sliding her other hands fingers ... All of them, alternately into Jasmina's cunt or asshole - whichever one she wasn't lashing with her mouth and tongue. I hadn't even put their stimulatory sexual reception into overdrive - they were doing it all on their own.

After trying to calmly sit and watch 20 minutes of this extraordinary lewd, sexy display my rock hard cock was twitching all on its own, now covered down to the base and running over my filled balls with a steady stream of pre-cum. I used my slick juice to slowly, but firmly stroke my boiling hot prick, keeping myself just shy of squirting out blasts of ball juice but I just could not take it anymore.

Since Enver was still a virgin for a little while longer, I did not want to just thrust into her cunt and ruin what could be a beautiful moment for her - but my cock needed relief and quick. I got up on the bed on my knees and started to stroke myself faster, aiming my engorged cock at the two beauties before me. They both caught sight of me aiming and stroking my bloated cock at them so Enver disengaged herself from Jasmina's pussy and ass, swung around at the same time that Jasmina did, just as I groaned and unloaded a torrent of volleys of thick white cum all over their smiling faces and into their open and willing mouths.

The first huge spurt flew from the tip of my jerking cock, spraying diagonally across Envers' pretty, smiling face from her chin to her hairline. The next volley I aimed at Jasmina scoring a bullseye by spraying her open mouth, lips and up her nose line. Jasmina reached up and grabbed the base of my cock, stroking me hard and fast and that was it. Spurt after spurt of thick creamy cum sprayed the both of them down bukake style covering their faces ..."fuck yeah baby ... share that load... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I groaned in blissful orgasm.

Jasmina pulled me into her mouth and took three fianl massive rapid-fire volleys right into her mouth. My cock was twitching with relief and deflation as I sank back on the bed panting. I looked over to see these two gorgeous women deeply French kissing, sharing the huge load of sperm I had just showered them with. They were scooping up all the paste that covered their faces with their fingers and shoving their fingers into each other's mouths to eat it all up.

As I laid back to catch my breath, Enver had relaxed so much that she giggled and sighed with contentment as she scooped some errant loads of sperm off of Jasmina's tits and licked them off of her fingers. I then watched with awe as Enver slid her hand down again to Jasmina's pussy and as they started some very sexy slow kissing slipped her fingers up and down Jasmina's slit. Jasmina was so wet that we could all hear the slurping and slippery sounds that Enver fingers made as she finger fucked Jasmina's cunt. Jasmina arched and rotated her crotch up and around to meet every slip and slide of Enver's fingers as they played her lips and hole like a full-time, lifelong lesbian.

My cock rose immediately to attention as I willed my balls to fill with cum. The Dhanush glowed and purred within my body urging me on to more depravity. I scooted down the bed and got behind Enver burying my face between her glorious ass cheeks. I needed her asshole lubricated and loose for what was to come.

Slowly I traced delicate licks and tickles with my tongue up and down the split between her cheeks, at first avoiding a direct assault on her anus just to drive her need into high gear. I was enjoying the hell out of making her moan, listening to mewls of pleasure as I tickled her ass. I kept up licking her crack, and then slowly reached up and very gently slipped my fingers up and down along Enver's drooling, soaked virginal cunt.

Back and forth my fingers played, gathering up handfuls of her natural lube, in and out of her juicy twat, spreading her copious flow of her lubricant all over her crotch but still avoiding her asshole and clit on purpose. She was circling her hips around trying to get more contact, to make my tongue and fingers touch her in her most intimate places but I kept up the torment just a little while longer to bring her to the edge of ecstasy but not beyond the brink into orgasm. She was moaning and squirming, twitching and then ... then she started quietly pleading...

"Ohhhh, please ... Please ... touch me ... stop ooooooooooooo ... stop teasing me Master..." Enver whimpered quietly.

"What does my little pet need? Does she need to cum?" I asked, pleased that she addressed me as Master without any directive or coaxing from me. I went back to my teasing torture of just playing with her lips and barely dipping into her fuck hole while lapping softly up and down her ass crack.

"Touch me... ohhhhhhhhhh ... Please ... touch me ... down there ..." She replied.

"Tell us what you want or I'll stop!" I demanded, wanting to bring out the wanton slut hidden away inside that normally shy shell.

Jasmina rose pushing Enver off her lush body and said "tell Master what you want and he'll make you feel what it's like to experience nirvana my beautiful lover ... it's ok ... you can say all those things you want to say inside your head ... it's just us here".

She started out looking up first at Jasmina - the picture of womanly sexuality who was up on her knees in front of Enver's face - her cunt just inches away from Enver's nose - and then around to me behind her with a cock so big it looked like a big pink dripping zucchini.

"Please ... both of you ... I need to experience everything. I have been hidden away for so long ... these thoughts, these dirty filthy thoughts in my mind... They're always there ... constantly ... I need to become a woman..." She quietly said as she dropped her eyes, now moistening with tears.

In all my life I have never seen a young woman so eager yet so terrified of what she was about to do. I took Jasmina's hand and pulled her back down to the bed - one of us on either side of Enver, Jasmina spooning her from behind and me face to face with this angel. The heat emanating from her was incredible - like a furnace about ready to boil over.

"Do you want me to be the one who takes and owns your virginity forever?" I asked, staring directly into her eyes.

"Yes Master" she replied without a second's hesitation.

"Then you'll have to ask it of me directly" I simply responded.

"I want ... want you to ... please ... take me ...be the first man to fuck me ... make me yours... " she replied.

This was what I wanted to hear but not the way I wanted to hear it. Enver pushed into me and groaned making me wonder what was going on behind her. I looked over at Jasmina who smiled lasciviously and winked.

"What is Jasmina doing to you?" I asked Enver.

"She's ... she's using her finger inside of me..." Enver replied and then groaned again.

"TELL ME WHAT SHE'S DOING TO YOU!" I demanded.

"She's got her finger ... in me ... back there ..." she murmured with eyes half lidded.

"WHERE DOES SHE HAVE HER FINGER?" I demanded. I was going to get this girl to open up both literally and figuratively, on her own, though with a little forceful prodding.

Enver groaned again, loudly, while pressing even harder into me... "IN MY ASS" she replied... "SHE'S FINGERING MY ASS!" Enver finally said loudly while moaning even harder, her pelvis thrusting back and forth against my rock hard cock.

"What is Jasmina doing to your asshole baby?" I asked softly.

"She's FUCKING MY ASS ... ohhhhh ... it feels so good ... she's sliding her finger in and out of my ass... I never knew it ... ahhhhhh, ohhhh god ... would feel so good ... fuck... please, please... more ... put another one in" Enver moaned and panted.

And then Jasmina did. I could see from the flash in Envers eyes and the smile on Jasmina's face that she had joined up another finger and sent it sliding up Enver asshole. As a treat I sent a continuous but barely perceptible orgasm washing through Enver's body at just that moment as a reward and kept it purring through her head, her cunt, her belly, her nipples, clit and asshole for a few minutes, enjoying watching her squirm and writhe around as her body became awash with pleasure.

It was time to see this beautiful young creature impaled on cock so I disengaged myself from Enver's grasp. I winked over at Jasmina who intuitively understood it was time, and rolled her onto her tummy. I decided to not waste any time so I pulled her up by her hips and spread her legs wide baring her asshole and pussy to my eyes. Damn but this young woman was a sight of sexual perfection! I crawled up and placed my mouth directly over her asshole and started rimming her tight little back door at the same moment that I slipped my fingers up and pinched and pulled her clit. At that moment, I sent a series of huge orgasm crashing into her loins as soon as I touched her clit. She groaned, arced, shook, then exploded in a body shaking, cunt squirting orgasm that with each spurt and squirt soaked my face and chest. Man - this girl was squirt queen and still a virgin! Enver was breathing hard, her body twitching and convulsing as her pussy continued to drool her girl cum.

By now my cock needed to take this woman and make her a part of me. "Are you ready to give me what I want?" I asked. "Take anything you want from me..." Enver exclaimed huskily. "I am going to be the first man everywhere" I growled. "Yessssssssssss Master" she replied. I reached for the nightstand where a bottle of lube was waiting and thought better of it. Instead, I reached over and slipped my fingers into Jasmina's soaked cunt, brought it to Enver's tight little asshole and gently pushed two fingers back inside her backside. Enver immediately thrust her ass up and back to meet my fingers, which drew them deeper into her cavity. Enough was enough. I spit a large amount of saliva into my hand and combined it with the enormous amount of precum dripping from the eye of my cock, crawled up and placed my purple oozing head at her tiny puckered orifice.

Jasmina quickly switched places and got on her back with her legs held wide in front of Enver, her pussy in perfect position for her face to fall into. I gently pushed Envers head down into Jasmina's cunt and ever so slowly, as I held onto Enver's hips, pushed the head of my raging cock into Enver's upturned asshole. Instead of feeling her flinch and move away, she pushed back at the same time, my cock venturing further into her anal depths. I heard her moan into Jasmina's cunt as I pulled back a little, watching her anal ring pull along my slick cock. I applied an even bigger dollop of saliva onto my cock and sank further into her depths.

Enver was gently lapping up Jasmina's pussy as if it was an ice cream cone of the most exquisite flavor, dragging her face side to side, covering herself with Jasminas' cunt cum, and slowly, steadily pushing back, impaling herself onto my prick. The feeling was indescribable - tight, silken, slippery, steaming hot, and firm. Her butt cheeks were so toned that there was no give and jiggle to them as my balls came in contact with her labia. 

I held there for a moment, ever so slightly rocking side to side, giving Enver the chance to get used to my cock inside of her rectum. Then, slowly, and gently I started to slide out of her anus but Enver was having none of that! 

"Fuck me ... fuck my ass Master... jam that monster cock into my asshole and fuck it; own it!" Enver whimpered. Who was I to deny this stunning beauty what she wanted? I slid my cock back up to the root, my pelvis colliding with her round cheeks with force.

Enver gasped and her whole body shuddered. "Oh yes - please Master ... push your big dick up my little hole ... more ... yesssss" she barked. Now THAT was the response I was waiting for. I slid almost all the way out and with one mighty thrust slid the entire length of my penis deep into her bowels. Over and over, I picked up speed. I didn't need to encourage her any more or use my powers to loosen her up, enforce her drive with pleasure. Enver was on her own now and was in her own private universe of sexual drive. I stoked into her deeply, steadily, in and out as she urged me on.

"Yesssssssssssss Master ... fuck my anus ... fuck it ... fuck it ... Ass fuck me... fuck it... take me ... fuck fuck ... fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk me harder... faster ... deeper ... I love it ... grinding into my ass ... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssss ... this is soooo nasty ... So good, harder my love... fuck my hot ass HARDER! HARDER! HARDER!" she chanted, gyrating her hips to and fro, up and down, back and forth to meet my thrusts.

I ravaged that girl, I took her ass and I took it hard. I rode that sweet asshole of hers for over 30 minutes, constantly applying more lube and as my pace increased, the sound of my hips slamming into her fleshy backside, the sight of my cock pistoning in and out of her tiny asshole sent me into overload. Sparks were flying before my eyes, colors swirling as my toes clenched into balls and my arches and calves cramped up. 

Jasmina was wildly fucking herself, driving fingers into both her cunt and asshole right in front of Envers face, her huge tits bouncing all around with her efforts, cuming almost constantly, her cunt spewing forth a steady stream of girl juice which covered her legs, ass and the bed, all the while cheering us both on with a filthy litany of encouragement. "Shove that huge cock up her ass Master! Ream her out! Can't you feel it in your stomach you hot slut? That big cock churning up your ass? Take it Enver ... take that monster prick in your tight backdoor...".

With a mighty roar and groan Enver came ... and came ... and came. She pushed back onto me just as her vagina let loose with another hot wet geyser. The amount of girl cum squirting out of her cunt was a sight to behold, splashing against my thighs like someone threw a warm bucket of slippery water all over them; and with that I buried myself to the hilt and filled her wondrous round backside with jet after jet of my cum until it starting spurting out around the tight seal her anus made around my penis. I was swirling through the most intense orgasm of my life, reeling as my balls emptied themselves into Enver's bowels.

As I floated back down to earth, my deflating cock slipped out of Envers' asshole and as I sank back on the bed Jasmina jumped up, around, and buried her face into Enver's still-upraised, twitching ass. Enver had been basking in her post orgasmic glow rotating her ass up in the air seeking something to replace the big cock that had just fucked it hard. Jasmina provided that missing something by burying her tongue up Enver's asshole - I could hear her lapping up the torrent of cum seeping out of Enver's back passage with Enver moaning her encouragement all the way.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh Jasmina ... god ... Don't ever stop! Tongue my asshole baby..." I heard her whimper as I rose and went to the bathroom to clean my dick. I was feeling the Dhanush surge knowing that I was going to deflower Enver's pussy next. This was turning into an epic afternoon.