Hafida’s Gangbang

Hafida’s Gangbang
We’d been out again, but this time I’d avoided The Fridge, and Joey and
Freddie. We went to another place, a pub just off Electric Avenue. True
to form, my exotic little wife got drunk, but this time with no music or
dancing, she managed to keep her knickers on!

I struggled to get her to a cab office in Electric Avenue but when we
got there and I asked for a cab, I was told we’d have to wait. Hafida said
she had to pee, and the taxi despatcher says there is a toilet in the back,
so I take her into the back room where there are five drivers sitting round
a table drinking coffee.

The toilet is in one corner of the room and Hafida goes into the little
cubicle. She closes the door behind her, but it does not close properly
and swings slowly open. She is so drunk she doesn’t realise what has
happened. All the guys in the room watch as she hitches up her skirt,
drops her panties, and sits down. They all look at me, and one says,

‘Hey man, don’t you mind other guys seeing what they want of your
woman?’ I feel a little embarrassed by his rebuke. ‘Sorry, I’ll close the
door….’ and as an afterthought ‘….if it bothers you…’ ‘Hell no! I
ain’t complaining, just askin’!’ He grins at his mates, and they all laugh.
‘I’m not the jealous type. Not possessive like some.’ I reply. He eyes me
and asks, ‘You mean don’t mind me lookin’ then?’ ‘Not at all! Look all you
want!’ ‘You mind me touchin’ though, huh?’ Now this is an interesting turn
of events, I think to myself! ‘Not really, quite enjoy watching as it
happens….’ They all exchange glances, and all of us turn our eyes to
Hafida, who is now leaning back against the cistern, eyes closed, mouth
slightly open, apparently asleep! ‘You think I should check to see if
she’s OK?’ He asks in a tentative tone, a hopeful look on his face!
‘Probably be a good idea!, she has had a lot to drink.’ I say to him.

He gets up and goes over to the loo. He stands in front of Hafida,
turns to us with a huge lecherous smile and says, ‘There’s gonna one of two
possible outcomes here! Either she’ll scream, or we get a real interestin’
evening! She’s prob’ly gonna scream her head off! But let’s give it a
whirl anyways!’ The tall black man reaches down and takes Hafida’s hands in
his. Her eyes slowly open.

‘Hey, Lady, it ain’t good to sleep in here!’ He smiles at her and she
stares blankly at him. He pulls her up into a standing position, and her
(ankle length) skirt falls down to cover her legs. Her panties though, are
still around her ankles! ‘Come over and have a coffee with me an’ the
guys! It’s OK! Your old man’s here!’ Hafida’s head slowly turns to take in
the room. She gazes at me for a second and then begins to walk over to the
table, but as I said, her panties are still around her ankles. She tries
to take a step, but trips and falls into the arms of the tall black guy who
helped her up. He stands her up again, and says,

‘Just wait a minute, let’s get these out of the way, shall we?’ He bends
down and lifts up her right foot, putting it down again clear of her
knickers. He repeats the process with the left one. Picking up the flimsy
garment, he tosses it to me. ‘Reckon these won’t be needed for a while!’
Of the seven faces in the room, six of them break into big smiles. The
seventh, Hafida’s, just gazes around as if in a trance. Which is probably
as good a description of her condition as you could get. Very shakily she
is manoeuvred over to the table by the tall guy. As they make their way
over to us, I see him looking behind her back and doing something with one
hand. When they are two yards away from the table, he says, ‘Hey, give me
a hand here will yuh?’ One of the others, a much shorter, fatter man, jumps
up and is by Hafida’s side in a twinkling! Hafida stares at the man for a
long time, as though trying to figure out who he is. The tall guy however,
motions to his friend to stand behind her. He moves behind her and his
eyes drop down to Hafida’s waist. A smile spreads across his face.
Standing in front of her, the tall guy asks, ‘What’s your name, lady?’ When
she answers her speech is slow and slurred and she sways slightly.
‘Hafida.’ ‘You from Pakistani, or somethin’?’ The expression on her face
doesn’t change. Still swaying slightly, she replies. ‘Maroc’. I Arab.’
His smile is gently and disarming as he says, ‘Well Hafida, I ain’t never
had an A-rab lady before….you gonna be my first one! Ain’t that
wonderful?!’ For the first time, her face shows some sort of expression!
‘Firsh won? Firsh won wha’?’ He nods to the fat guy, and then, starting at
the top, begins to undo the buttons of her blouse. ‘Wha’ you doin’?’ she
demands in an outraged tone. As Hafida lifts her hands to stop him, the
guy behind her unclips her skirt and it falls to the floor. There is a
sharp intake of breath. Her knickers are in my pocket so as her skirt
drops, her neat and hairless pussy comes into view! She instinctively
covers her private parts with her hands, enabling the tall guy to continue
undoing her buttons! In a second he is holding her blouse open to expose
her lacy white bra.

‘Doing? I shoulda thought that was kinda obvious, darlin’! I’m
strippin’ off these lovely clothes o’ yours….an’ to save you askin’
anymo’ questions, the nex’ thing I’m gonna do…’ Hafida’s eyes drop down
as he undoes his trousers and pushes them to the floor ‘….is to invite
you to give us guys a good time….know what I mean?’ Her eyes grow wider
as his uncircumcised black cock, springs into view. It is not so thick,
but is growing to an impressive length! He steps out of his trousers, and
slowly pulls back his foreskin. The knob end is fat and dark brown. The
crowning glory of his nine inch cock. Hafida stares at it.

Not being one to miss an opportunity, the fat guy reaches up to Hafida’s
shoulders and in one quick movement pulls her blouse down to her waist,
bringing her arms with it so he can finish removing the garment completely!
She turns around to look at him, and begins to say something to him, but as
soon as her back is to him, the tall guy deftly unhooks her bra, causing
her to turn yet again! The sudden movements cause her to sway violently,
and the fat guy has to grab her shoulders to stop her falling over. Her
blouse drops to the floor. She staggers a little, and her bra slips off
her breasts and down her arms. The tall guy reaches for the dangling
garment and pulls it free from her arms.

Hafida stands in the centre of the room, her long jet black hair
tumbling over her shoulders, her firm young breasts proud and defiant, with
their dark brown nipples erect and straining forwards. Poor sozzled Hafida
has been stripped completely naked, and has been unable to do anything
about it!

‘My, my! You quite a beauty, ain’t yuh??!!’ the tall guy comments. His
leering colleagues all nod in agreement. One or two of them have already
undone their trousers and have their penises in their hands. Hafida looks
around at them. The fat guy has removed his trousers and is slowly
masturbating his cock. It’s not so long as the tall guy’s, but what it
lacks in length it makes up for with width!

‘You ready yet, babe?’ He asks her. A look of bewilderment covers her
face. She stares around the room. The tall guy takes her by the wrists
and leads her to the table. He gently pushes her against the end of it.

‘Ready?’ Hafida repeats stupidly. It’s as though she doesn’t know
what’s going to happen! The tall guy runs his hands over her breasts. He
moves closer to her, his cock pressing against her belly.

‘I reckon you need a little help to get comfortable. Don’t you, boys?’
Willing hands take her by the arms and legs, others support her back as
they lift her onto the table, knocking over a plastic cup full of vending
machine coffee as they do so. Hafida’s bottom comes to rest in a puddle of
Nescafe. The two guys holding her legs lift them up and open, tilting her
backwards so she has to support herself with her elbows placed on the table
behind her.

The tall guy moves between her thighs and grasps her hips with his
hands. He pulls her towards him. She glides along the table, her buttocks
lubricated by the coffee! Her legs bend as she moves forward, and she
comes to rest with her bottom hanging over the end of the table, her legs
still held apart by the two grinning volunteers!

She stares at the tall guy’s long cock as he takes it in his right hand
and slowly rubs it up and down her pussy, parting her labia and moistening
his knob a little from her vagina. The slick fluid glints in the light of
the single one hundred watt bulb that throws a yellow light over the
proceedings.

‘No….no! Stop! I no want this!’ She demands.

‘That ain’t what this wet pussy is tellin’ me, lady!’ he chuckles.
‘Yep….’ he grunts as he pushes his knob an inch into her ‘….you my
first A-rab lady….’

Hafida looks as though she is about to burst into tears. He pauses, and
we all hold our breath in anticipation of her scream of ! But the
scream does not come. Instead we hear her continue to plead with him.

‘Please, no do this….’ But he has the knob end of his cock in her now,
and there has been no hysterics, no fighting, no screams. She knows she’s
going to be fucked. She may not like the idea, but we all know she’s going
to lie there and take it.

‘Please, I no want this, not do it……’ Her pleas are cut off as the
tall guy clenches his buttocks, tilts his hips, and ignoring her protests,
slides nine inches of solid cock into her. She goes silent, but her eyes,
like all ours, are glued to his cock as it disappears into her.

Damn! This is one fine wet pussy, girl!’ He exclaims. I notice her
biting her bottom lip; a sure sign that the lamp in her brain marked
has come on and that her juices are starting to flow! He pulls most of his
member out, and, sure enough, the whole length of it has a shiny coating of
Hafida’s juices. With a big grin creeping across his face, he slides it
back into her again.

I watch as the tall black man begins to fuck my wife. He pushes in and
out of her with long easy strokes, every third or fourth stroke ending with
him humping hard into her, making her breasts bounce, then he holds himself
deep in her for a second, before resuming his action. His two friends are
still holding her legs open for him, so his hands are free to roam over her
body, sliding over her breasts, down her sides, then holding her waist,
giving it a squeeze as he continues to service her. I see the expression
on her face slowly change from anguish, to one of reluctant submission.
After a minute or so, she relaxes and lays back on the table, her eyes
closed and her lips parted slightly, her tongue running over them to
moisten them. She begins moving her hips to meet his thrusting. I can see
her chest rising and falling quickly as her breathing quickens. He
responds by pumping her faster and faster.

When she begins to pant, ‘ah….ah….ah….’ in time to his thrusting,
the whole room hangs on every sound, willing her on to her orgasm. Hands
all around the table move up and down cocks a little faster. He’s slamming
into her now, his strokes fast, his hips banging into her. She is holding
her own legs now, holding them wide for him. Her back is arched and her
cries are getting louder with each second. The two men who were holding
her legs are hurriedly stripping off their clothes! They know this session
is nearly over, and they are next!

Suddenly Hafida gives a loud barking cry, and her whole body shakes as
her orgasm explodes from within her. The tall guy leans over her, pumping
stopped, bum cheeks tight as he shoots jet after jet of his sperm into her.
Hafida lets go of her legs, and collapses back onto the table. Her face
and body shiny with sweat. The tall guy steps away from her, leaving her
legs spread wide. As his cock slips out of her, a stream of milky white
semen trickles out of her, runs down between her buttocks and drops onto
the floor. It has hardly completed its fall before one of the guys who
were holding her legs is between her thighs. He slips his arms under her
knees, and deftly hoists them up to shoulder level. With a look of glee on
his face, his plunges his cock into Hafida’s still dripping pussy. Hafida
moans as he begins to fuck her. Not in protestation, as you may think, for
my young wife is one of those rare creatures who, having had an orgasm,
will go onto have many more if the stimulation, (i.e. fucking), continues!

Within a minute or so her latest buck has deposited another wad of semen
in her, but has failed to push her over the top to her second orgasm. The
fat guy, who helped undress her, steps up to the table and in between her
open legs. He slips his thick cock into her with ease, sliding up the
oncoming stream of sperm like a salmon heading up a waterfall towards the
spawning grounds! His style is slow and deep. His thick penis tighter in
her than the others were. It massages and stimulates her perfectly, and
within a few seconds, Hafida is panting her way to her second wave of
pleasure. With it comes her third wave of semen!

But that doesn’t stop the other boys from having their turn. For an
hour they plough Hafida mercilessly, and to my surprise she fucks them all
with vigour, her orgasms ringing out every few minutes! Eventually though,
they leave her alone, and one of them produces a packet of tissues. She is
too exhausted to clean herself, and just lies naked across the table in a
stupor.

It is only now that I notice there is a newcomer in our midst. The guy
from the front desk! Whilst his mates were fucking my wife to Kingdom Come
and back, he had been answering phones and keeping the business running!
Now, however, the tall guy had taken over the front office, leaving him
free to come and see what was going on in the back room. He stares at
Hafida, spread-eagled across the table, and then at me. ‘Man! You let ’em
all fuck her?’ He asks in amazement. ‘She didn’t seem to mind, so I let
them get on with it! Quite a show!’ I told him. ‘She seemed to enjoy it
immensely.’ ‘Hell! And I missed out!’ He looked rather disappointed. I
nodded to Hafida and said to him, ‘She’s still in the position, so help
yourself! He looks at me rather sheepishly. ‘You don’t mind?’ ‘Bit late
to object now, don’t you think? No! Off you go! There’s only you and me
who haven’t had the pleasure!’ He turns to look at my wife, a sly grin
creeping across his face. ‘You think she’ll suck it for me?’ ‘Have a go,
but I think she’s a little far gone for any sort of effort on her part!’
None the less he unzips his pants and proceeds to haul out the longest,
thickest dick you can imagine! He gently hauls Hafida to the edge of the
table, then places the end of his cock against her lips. At first nothing
happens, but after rubbing it along them a few times, her mouth opens a
little, and he eases his fat dick’s head in between her lips. She responds
by licking and sucking it, only feebly, it has to be said, but it serves to
bring his big cock to its hardest. Holding her head in his hands, he
proceeds to fuck her face, until, to my surprise, he steps away from her
and says, ‘Now that was heaven, but ya gotta get it in pussy, huh?’ And,
picking up Hafida’s limp legs, pushes into her gooey hole without even
using his hands to guide it in! Again he fucks away for a minute or two,
then stops. ‘She’s well out of it….drunk and exhausted from the shagging
huh?’ I nod in agreement. ‘You want a go? Or maybe this place’s a bit
messy for yuh? Huh?’

He slides his cock out of her, then turns her onto her belly. Not a
sound comes from Hafida, save for a deep and regular breathing. She begins
to slide off the table, so to hold her in place, he holds his cock up to
her pussy, and lets her slide onto it. Pushing forward he not only fills
Hafida with his big tool, but he also moves her back into a secure position
on the table! He resumes his easy movements, his hands holding her
buttocks. I stand next to him watching his big cock slide in and out. It
fits so tightly that as he pulls back, her inner labia are pulled back with
it, a perfect ‘O’ around his shaft. ‘Think she’ll notice?’ He says to me,
and lightly runs the tip of the middle finger of his right hand around her
anus. There’s no response from his u*********s victim! He begins to work
his digit in a little further, and in seconds has it in up to the middle
knuckle. ‘She’s well out of it! Even her ass is relaxed! She ever had
one in here….?’ he asks me. ‘Nope! Both holes virgin until we got
married, and that one still was when you stuck your finger in it!’ He
continues to work his finger in and out of her, finger fucking her bum with
his middle finger. ‘No need to damage the goods, just gotta be careful!’
And with that he exchanges his finger for his thumb, working it around so
as to loosen up her sphincter. ‘Mind if I’m first to get in there? Or
maybe you want the honour?’ ‘As I said, help yourself.’ And with that he
pulls out of her pussy, places his hands flat on her buttocks and spreads
them apart a little. Her anus looks for all the world like an olive brown
flower. He starts working his big sticky knob around it, working in
circles, slowly opening her back door. He takes his cock in his hand to
keeping it rigid. Leaning forward slightly, he applies pressure and the
big knob squashes against her virgin arsehole. It gives one last attempt
to repel the invader, but it is a lost cause. His knob suddenly pops past
Hafida’s overworked and dilated sphincter muscle and disappears from view.
This time, Hafida does react! She lifts her head from the table and tries
to turn over. Several hands quickly pin her down, and despite noisy
protestations from Hafida, the dispatcher continues working his cock into
her bum! A few millimetres in, half as many out, then back in again! I’m
amazed she isn’t screaming in pain, but she just lies face down on the
table muttering curses at him! Very soon he has it all in, and he begins
fucking her arse with long slow stokes, big black balls swinging in time to
his easy action. ‘You jus’ relax darlin’! I’m nearly done!’ Sure enough,
after three of four more pumps, he is grunting and straining as he fills
her rectum with his sperm. ‘There you go! That wasn’t too bad was it!’ He
tells her. Hafida doesn’t reply, but if looks could kill he’d have died on
the spot!