Free Afghan Bound by Henry Morgan

telling the truth. David was shocked at her candid admission, but smiled warmly and shifted his weight off her lithe frame.
    â€˜How old are you, Yasmin?’
    â€˜I am old enough, sir.’
    David put her at about seventeen or eighteen, and very pretty. He should send her back to her room, but…
    He leant back against the wall and opened his legs, his prick rapidly rising in concert with his pounding heart.
    Yasmin remained motionless, her brown saucer-like eyes fixed to his now swollen penis. She licked her lips, her innocent expression one of undiluted hunger, and then inched nearer until her spellbound face was inches from the smooth and purple glans.
    â€˜It is big,’ she whispered.
    The compliment added a further inch to its girth, bringing it ever closer to her lips. He wanted to reach out and guide her face down onto him; to feel his cock inside her hot young mouth. There was no need. Her tongue slipped from between her soft lips and flicked at his helmet, tickling and teasing as it did with the men of the village. As it did with the fat butcher downstairs, who gave the family free meat after he had first given his meat to the pretty daughter. As it did with the sandal maker and the manager of the farmers’ co-operative. It was a way of life for the pretty girls of the village.
    With a knowledge far beyond her years, her head bobbed along the full length of his shaft. Such pleasure was difficult for David to believe. He ran his hand along her thighs, searching for her entrance, seeking out that wet line. He found it unprotected by any knickers, and more slick than hot butter on muffins. He adjusted his position and dipped his head in order to lap at her as she lapped at him. The butter was salted and highly scented. It sent the blood pounding ever harder into his cock. With uncontrollable desire he tore away her nightclothes, exposing her fit brown body. Then he plucked her up and planted her firmly onto his lap, where his erection ran its way into her sex like the expert lunge of a fencer. Yasmin jerked her hips backwards and forwards, urged on by the finger wriggling inside her tight anus. Her small breasts trembled as she moaned throatily. Holding back his orgasm was no mean feat. The moment he felt her vaginal muscles grip he released his venom, sending it deep inside her belly in spasms of intense delight. She responded with great cries of relief and fell exhausted and panting to the floor. In the growing light of the morning he watched his come dribbling down the crack of her exquisite little bottom, the white fluid glowing in contrast to her smooth brown skin.
    She was unbelievably fantastic, and David wanted more.
    He moved to kneel behind her head, then with a leg on either side of her upturned face he lowered his hips and fed his limp cock into her irresistible mouth. Her bright smile revealed her pleasure at prolonging their lovemaking, and she eagerly licked at her own juice, copiously smeared along his flesh. Life was returning rapidly to his groin when he realised they were not alone. In the shadow of the door stood Yasmin’s mother, watching the proceedings and witnessing her daughter wantonly giving her body to him in the most carnal ways possible. How long she’d been standing there David didn’t know. It was too late to stop; he was too far gone, his erection increasing with every clever flick of Yasmin’s tongue. If she wanted to watch that was up to her; nothing was going to stop him spraying his come down her daughter’s throat.
    Yasmin’s mother however had different ideas. She knew about her daughter’s behaviour; knew about the butcher downstairs screwing her for the cost of half a chicken, and about the co-op manager who liked to loosen her up a little with the handle of a hoe before screwing her over the sacks in the grain store. At first she had been shocked, but the extra food was very welcome and Yasmin came to no harm. She seemed to enjoy it