These Widows Are So Horny

It was a hot afternoon last August. A warm breeze blew across the street, ruffling my hair and scattering grains of sand from the pile of sand in front of the construction site in front of me, into my eyes. As I tried to cross the street, I rubbed my eyes, which were burning from the sand. Then, suddenly, after feeling as if I’d been hit hard on the head with a mace, everything suddenly turned upside down, and I fell to the pavement, a strange sensation as if I were falling onto my featherbed.

At one point, I opened my eyes, my cheek pressed against the hard pavement, and noticed a white woman’s shoe passing just under my nose. December. You’ll find this interesting, but while I was in this state, I could smell the perfume of a woman walking beside me, and I even had thoughts about her brand. Then I heard myself running around and talking loudly. The last thing I felt was the stifling heat inside the car.

I don’t know how much time had passed. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was two black flies, politely mating on the white round chandelier above me. Raising my eyes from my supine position, I realized I was in a hospital room. Various thoughts were racing through my head, and I was trying to remember how I’d gotten here when the bedroom door quietly opened. It was unfortunate that my father, ignoring the state of our illness, had risen from his chair and lifted his head like this.

The woman was a magnificent creature, between 30 and 35, with blond hair, green eyes, and a buxom figure that seemed to have pierced her chest. She said to me, “Get well soon, Mr. Metin. How are you feeling?” Then she looked pitifully into my eyes while trying to make my bed. I obviously thought they’d found my ID in my pocket. But everything about her dress and attire made it clear that this beautiful woman was not a nurse. I always remained cautious: “Are you a doctor?” When he asked, with an innocent expression on her face, like a child stealing candy, she said, “No.” He answered and continued, “She was getting into her car a little too quickly because she needed to get somewhere urgently. When I suddenly hit her, she braked but couldn’t help but hit me. She prepaid my hospitalization. I didn’t have any fractures or dislocations. I could go out the next day,” he explained in detail.

So, this was the woman I saw lying on the sidewalk with her white shoes. Then our conversation turned downright somber. She explained that her name was Aysun, that she was a partner in an import company, that she had divorced her wife last year after 12 years of marriage, that she had no children, and that the problem stemmed from her marriage. She lived in a large house inherited from her father, a former surrogate mother, with a childhood friend who had also recently divorced.

At that moment, I remembered playing a game with that beautiful woman who had hit me with her car. (Even though I’ve lived in Istanbul for 30 years), I told her, “I’m from Izmir, I came to Istanbul for work, I don’t have any relatives in Istanbul, I was getting ready to go to Izmir the day she hit me with her car, but it wasn’t the day I arrived.” There was an accident. When she asked me if I could go to Izmir under these circumstances, I said, “No, that’s not possible. I can’t go. I can’t get up, I’ll probably rest at the hotel for a few days.” When she answered, she gave me the reaction I expected and said, “You can stay with me for a few days if you’d like. The house is very big, it has many rooms.” She said it. Of course, I wouldn’t be happy to go fishing with such an offer, but after a little consideration, I accepted.

The next day, Aysun came to my hospital room to pick me up, bringing her widowed friend, Nihal, with whom she lived. Oh my God, she was so beautiful. Although she didn’t have as large breasts as Aysun, she had flawlessly beautiful hips. Her short black hair complemented her face so perfectly that I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away. Half an hour later, two beautiful women took my hand and led me down the hospital corridor, the envious glances of people practically piercing me.

After a 45-minute drive in Aysun’s luxury car, we arrived at an old, three-story mansion-like building surrounded by a large iron gate and a beautiful garden. The two hotties quickly prepared my room and made my bed. They gently tucked me in. Since my phone had been broken in the accident, Aysun placed hers on the nightstand so I could call them if necessary. From that moment on, all I could think about was kissing these babies. I forgot about my illness or anything similar, and my entire being was gripped by an irresistible sexual desire. The day I got home was uneventful; they were so aggressive that they even brought me dinner in bed.

The next morning, they both went to work, and when I was home alone, I was wondering how I could feed and kiss these little ones until evening. But finally, I managed to come up with a brilliant plan. Just before they arrived, I got dressed and bought a movie called “Missed Call” from a movie rental store. Then I put my card in Aysun’s phone and called a close friend. I gave her Aysun and Nihal’s cell phone numbers and told her to call those numbers every 45 minutes after 10:00 PM, using non-vulgar but intimidating language to scare anyone who answered the phone. All that was left was to wait for the sexual widows to return home.

Aysun and Nihal arrived around 8:00 PM. They immediately approached me and asked how I was doing, then said they were going to shower and make dinner. After guiding me to the living room couch, she said, “You’re watching TV.” I had noticed earlier that there was a DVD player in the house. When I asked, “Do you have a DVD player?” she said, “Yes, you do.” I got the answer. It was 9:30 PM after they had showered, prepared dinner, and ate. I felt compelled to hurry, so I told the ladies I was very busy at home today. I went out into the garden for a while, saw the mobile DVD vendor, and bought a movie to watch, but then I gave up. I waited until evening so we could watch it together.

After that, Aysun took the movie I had and put it in the DVD player. I didn’t have time to watch the commercial at the beginning of the movie because my friend could call one of the phones whenever she wanted. I quickly brought the DVD to the front using the remote, and the movie loaded. Since I’d seen the movie before, I paid attention not to the movie itself, but to my own reaction to it. When Nihal’s phone rang, they were both captivated by the movie. I didn’t know what she was saying on the phone, but Nihal’s face was changing shape after shape. When I asked, “What’s going on? Why are you worried?” she replied, “He’s definitely a pervert; it doesn’t matter!” And we went back to the movie.

Half an hour later, Aysun’s phone rang. Seeing the same worry and fear on Aysun’s face, I knew my plan had worked. When I told Aysun and Nihal to turn off their phones, and they couldn’t, even though all their spouses, friends, relatives, and business partners had unplugged them, I stepped up to the fire and said, “You’re right, anything can happen. We shouldn’t be isolated from the world.” I said. It was around midnight when the movie ended, and I could see the uneasiness on the sexual widows’ faces. Since they had to get back to work before much conversation in the morning, they both said they wanted to go to bed and went to their rooms.

Of course, the phone calls continued all the time. December. Then I retreated to my room, took off everything I owned, lay naked on my bed, and waited to see what would happen. It had been 45 minutes since December when Aysun and Nihal knocked on my bedroom door together. When they told me the phones were on, that they both had separate bedrooms, and that they’d initially decided to sleep together but were still afraid, they came into my room. I was practically jumping for joy. When I gently reassured them that we could sleep in the same room tonight so they wouldn’t be afraid of anything while I was there, I invited them both to sleep in, and told them they could sleep peacefully with me tonight, which they had no problem with. There was no need to be afraid, because there was no other place in the room to sleep.

The two women, unaware that I was naked, walked over and lay down on either side of me. After a brief conversation, they both turned their backs to me and fell asleep. But from the way they moved, I could tell they were having trouble sleeping. Aysun was the first to turn toward me. And when I turned my face to her, we stared into each other’s eyes in the darkness, so close that our breaths were intertwined.

After staring at her like that for a while, I slowly pulled Aysun’s hand from under the blanket and placed it on my chest. From there, I gently held her down to my cock. She tensed slightly as she touched my iron cock, wanting to take it off. Because I held her wrist tightly, she couldn’t escape, and she didn’t resist anymore. I placed her small, sensitive hand on my balls. She couldn’t take it anymore, so she let herself relax and began stroking my cock, eagerly grabbing it. I felt myself falling into Aysun’s hand, pleasure flowing from the tip of my massive cock.

The caresses of my cock were driving me wild. I immediately began kissing Aysun’s beautiful lips and giving her deep French kisses. As we kissed passionately, I cupped her large breasts and squeezed them with my fingertips. She lay on her back on the other side of us, as if nothing had happened. But I was sure she was awake too. I slowly moved from Aysun’s lips to her neck, then down to her large chest, and began licking. I melted the sweet, ball-like tips of her breasts in my mouth like candy, making her moan and writhe with pleasure.

I slowly moved down to her belly, then to her sweet pussy. Aysun’s honey jar was filled with her pleasure, burning. I pulled her stinking panties down to her hips to make sure they were no longer obstructed. In one rough motion, I ripped off the thinnest part. Now I had Aysun’s sweet, womanly pussy and her flower-like asshole on my tongue. I thrust my tongue into my pussy and asshole, Aysun’s pleasure fluids entering my mouth and nose, and I swallowed them with gusto.

As I was stretching Aysun’s pussy and ass, I noticed Nihal’s left hand making rhythmic movements next to me, her back to us. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing under the blanket, but if I was right, it would be amazing. As I was happily licking Aysun’s wet pussy, as if by accident, I brought my hand in front of Nikhal’s, and noticed his hand was in her sweatpants, secretly fingering her pussy. After removing my tongue from Aysun’s pussy, I gently turned Nikhal onto his back and, in one motion, pulled her panties and sweatpants off her and began licking her swollen pussy. While massaging Aysun’s ass with my finger, I also hypnotized her sweet, sex-scented pussy with my tongue.

It was clear from every aspect that the two horny widows had longed for a penis. They were both delirious with pleasure, moaning silently, telepathically imploring me to insert my fat, veiny cock into their pussies as soon as possible. Deciding to let Aysun taste my cock first, I pulled away from Nihal and moved between Aysun’s legs. After moving my massive, stake-like cock slightly between her pussy lips, I suddenly plunged into her wet pussy. A gap. Deep, “Ooooh!” But when she pulled away and threw her head back, she held my waist tightly. Every time I thrust my cock in, she screamed, “Finally! Finally!” She covered my massive cock with her fiery pussy, leaving no room. Meanwhile, Nihal dropped to her knees as I kissed Aysun, licking my neck and ear, driving me wild with her sweet breath. A gap…

A short while later, Aysun trembled under my cock as she orgasmed, crying out, “My husband! My dear husband! She screamed loudly as I made sudden movements, as if wanting to shove my cock into her pussy and never let it out. When I finally realized she had calmed down, I pulled my pre-cum-soaked cock out of Aysun’s pussy, grabbed Nihal by the hair, and pulled her closer to my cock. Nihal sucked my cock like a high-speed vacuum cleaner; every time she took it in her mouth, I felt something inside me squirt out…

Realizing I no longer had the right to deprive Nikhal’s horny widow of my cock, I turned and forced her to bend over. Her pleasure-swollen pussy lips protruded from behind her like her balls, practically begging for my cock to enter. I didn’t force my eager, kissable pussy to wait any longer in front of me. I rose up like a spike in pleasure, thrusting my cock, its head as large as a woman’s fist, into Nihal’s pussy, which had been unarmed for so long, and I dug my balls deep into her. Nihal nearly went wild with pleasure, her head squirming from the right as I settled into her pussy. She swung to the left and grabbed my balls from underneath with one hand, hurting me. After a while, Nihal succumbed to the endless pleasure my massive cock gave her, screaming and climaxing, and June relaxed…

But my Azman was deprived of those damned, horny widows. This time, I left Nihal and returned to Aysun. When I laid her face down, placed two pillows under her belly, and lifted her hips, Black Pearl came to my service in all her glory. I immediately bent down and smoothed her anus like a mirror with my tongue, preparing it for my cock. After making sure her anus was truly softened and relaxed, I placed my still-missing cock on her magnificent Black Pearl and slowly sank the head inside. The horny widow screamed in pain and pleasure, begging me to pull my cock out of her ass. I ignored her cries and pushed my cock all the way into her ass. She stopped squeezing her hole and began dancing beneath me like a ravenous mare.

While I kissed Aysun’s ass, Nihal wasn’t sitting idly by. She came up behind me, licked my ass, and attacked me with small bites, driving me wild. I could tell she hadn’t had enough of cock yet, the brunette beauty, the horny widow. Kissing Aysun’s firm ass with one hand, I reached behind me, grabbed Nihal’s short hair, pulled her close, and began sucking on her full, fiery lips. Then, Aysun’s back was between her legs, and she bent forward, and I began licking her anus all the way to the tip, making her the perfect position for my cock. Each time I slammed her ass, she pressed her ass harder against my face, smearing the pleasure flowing from her pussy onto my chin. So every now and then, I pulled my tongue out of her asshole, lapping up the juices she was enjoying licking and swallowing…

I knew Aysun had orgasmed because she was no longer writhing like a snake beneath me. And I pulled my cock out of her hot, squirming ass, and placed it on Nihal’s ass, who was curled up on my back. Slowly inserting my cock into Nihal’s tight but determined ass, she didn’t beg me to pull out like Aysun did; instead, she pressed her ass against my cock, forcing it even deeper. After kissing Nihal’s beautiful ass on Aysun’s back for about half an hour, I felt my strength drain, and forced myself to cum. My cum escaped my cock to escape.

After kissing Nihal’s hot, firm ass a bit more, I pulled out my cock, laid Nihal and Aysun on their backs, side by side, and got on top of them. After stroking my nearly erupting cock for a few seconds, I leaned the head of my cock toward Aysun and Nihal’s faces, and came furiously. My cum was flowing so hard and abundantly from the tip of my cock that I sprayed it all over the faces of the horny widows like a fire hose. They also licked and swallowed it with gusto, rubbing their hands on their chests and faces like a healing elixir…

After the wonderful time we had together, I reached the drug-addicted widows in the middle and hugged them with both hands. I kissed and smelled their hair while talking about the pranks I’d been planning from the beginning. When I couldn’t get a word out of either of them, I breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved; I sensed they were genuinely enjoying this adventure. The most obvious proof that the horny widows had forgiven me was that neither of them went to work the next day, and we continued our sexual evening right where we left off.