Arahan didn't hold back with Sana and Bushra during their first times.
"You were a bit too rough with the girls, now they can't walk properly," Sabiha said to him afterward, her voice soft but carrying a hint of concern.
"It was their first time becoming women," Arahan replied calmly. "Some pain is part of it. They'll get used to my size soon enough." He gestured toward his still semi-hard cock. "Now come here and suck me again."
Without the slightest hesitation, Sabiha leaned forward and took him into her mouth once more. She worked him slowly at first, then with growing eagerness, her tongue swirling around the thick head.
Within minutes his shaft was hot, rigid, and fully erect again.
She pulled back briefly, licked him clean, spat generously onto the length, and stroked him until he glistened with saliva and her spit.
"Get on all fours," Arahan ordered.
Sabiha obeyed instantly, positioning herself on hands and knees like an obedient mare. Arahan reached for the bottle of oil and poured a thick stream directly onto her ass cheeks, letting it drip down between them.
"What are you doing?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder, confusion in her eyes.
"Because tonight I'm taking your ass," he answered matter-of-factly.
"People really do that… in the ass?" Sabiha asked, genuinely astonished.
"I fuck Sahil's ass regularly," Arahan said with a smirk. "Why shouldn't I fuck yours? You're my wife now, my bitch. You give me whatever hole I want."
Before she could protest further, he pressed the swollen head of his cock against her untouched ring and pushed forward.
Sabiha gasped and jerked forward instinctively, trying to escape the sudden intrusion, but Arahan's grip on her hips was iron.
He clamped a hand over her mouth just as a scream began to rise.
"Take it, you little slut," he growled. "Let me ruin this virgin ass too."
With one brutal thrust he sank all the way inside her.
Sabiha's body convulsed in pain. Her muffled cries vibrated against his palm. But Arahan didn't stop. He held her shoulders tightly and began to fuck her in long, punishing strokes.
After ten or twelve hard thrusts the worst of the pain started to fade for her. Her body adjusted. Heat and strange pleasure replaced the burning stretch. Soon she was no longer fighting—she began to rock back against him, meeting each thrust, taking him deeper into her bowels.
Arahan grinned, pleased. "That's it… good girl. Now I can fuck this ass whenever I want."
He picked up speed, slamming into her with full force, the wet slap of his balls against her cunt filling the room. Sabiha's arms gave out; she collapsed onto her chest, ass still high. Arahan followed her down, mounting her completely.
In one savage motion he pulled out of her ass and drove straight into her dripping pussy.
The sudden change made Sabiha moan loudly. The thick veins of his cock dragged along her sensitive walls, sending shockwaves through her. She came almost immediately—then again, and again—her body shaking uncontrollably beneath him.
Arahan kept pounding relentlessly. The room echoed with the obscene "phach-phach-phach" of flesh on flesh.
Finally, with a deep grunt, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, flooding her womb with thick ropes of cum.
Sabiha lay trembling beneath him, utterly spent, her body marked and satisfied.
Arahan stayed inside her a moment longer, letting her feel every last pulse, before slowly pulling out and watching his seed leak from her well-fucked holes.
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Arahan had turned Sahil's entire family into his personal harem. The house that once belonged only to them now felt like his private kingdom, every corner carrying the scent of sweat, oil, and sex.
Whenever the urge struck, he would take Sahil, pulling him into the bathroom, bending him over the sink, or simply pushing him face-down on the living-room sofa when no one else was watching. Sahil never resisted; he would arch his back, spread himself, and take Arahan's thick cock deep into his ass with soft, broken moans, whispering "harder," between gasps.
Sana was insatiable. Some nights she would crawl into Arahan's lap the moment the lights dimmed, grinding against him until he flipped her onto her back and fucked her dripping pussy raw.
Other times she begged for her ass too, spreading her cheeks herself, whimpering as he stretched her tight ring until she was trembling and leaking.
Bushra, though younger and shyer at first, had quickly learned to crave it just as much. She took him everywhere: in her mouth while watching TV, in her cunt while pressed against the kitchen wall, even in her virgin-tight ass after weeks of gentle (and then not-so-gentle) training. She would bite her lip and whimper "more harder," as he pounded her into the mattress.
But Sabiha… Sabiha was different. She was his obsession, his addiction. If even a single day passed without burying himself inside her—without feeling her heavy breasts bounce against his chest, without hearing her husky voice break into filthy pleas—he felt restless, incomplete.
She was the one who still made his heart race like the very first time. He fucked her every morning before anyone woke, every evening after the others were asleep, and often in the middle of the night when desire woke him and he simply rolled her onto her stomach and took her again.
Yet there was one thing that gnawed at him, one small but persistent thorn.
Sabiha never joined the others.
No matter how many times Arahan tried, she refused to let it become a group thing. Sana, Bushra, and Sahil had long since crossed every boundary with each other in front of him—kissing, touching, even licking each other clean after Arahan finished inside one of them. They would pile onto the same bed, bodies tangled, laughing and moaning together while Arahan moved from one to the next.
But Sabiha always drew the line.
She would fuck Arahan alone—wildly, shamelessly, screaming his name until her voice cracked. She would let him take her ass, her mouth, her cunt in every position he demanded. But the moment anyone else entered the room, or even suggested watching, she would freeze. Her eyes would darken, her body would tense, and she would quietly slip away or change the subject.
Arahan had tried everything.
One night he arranged it carefully: Sahil, Sana, and Bushra were already naked on the big bed, bodies glistening with oil, waiting for him. He carried Sabiha in—half-kissing, half-dragging her—promising her it would be beautiful, that she would love seeing her children take him the way she did.
She looked at them for one long moment: Sahil stroking himself slowly, Sana fingering Bushra while they both stared at Arahan with hungry eyes.
Then Sabiha shook her head. And slipped again. In his anger, he fucked her continuously for whole night, but she still not let her join her children.
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Arahan stirred lazily in bed as a sweet, familiar voice reached his ears.
"Arahan, get up… take a bath," Sabiha said softly.
"Let me sleep a little longer," he mumbled, reaching out and pulling her into his arms without opening his eyes.
"Please, my love, get up now. It's already past twelve in the afternoon. You have to go to the office," Sabiha urged gently, her voice warm against his ear.
"Just wait a bit… let me sleep a little more," Arahan pleaded. He buried his face between her soft, heavy breasts and closed his eyes again.
"You won't get up like this," Sabiha said with a small sigh. Her hand slipped under the sheet, wrapped around his cock, and began stroking it tenderly.
Within moments, he hardened fully in her grasp. Arahan's eyes opened wide, a sleepy grin spreading across his face.
"What's this, my darling? You won't even let me sleep now?" he teased, though the arousal was already coursing through him.
He tugged her salwar down in one swift motion, then peeled her panties away. Positioning himself at her entrance, he rubbed the swollen head of his cock along her warm, slick folds.
"Darling, you're sleeping way too much," Sabiha said, her tone a mix of complaint and affection. "Because of that, I keep getting late to the factory. We've already lost several clients. Please, from tomorrow, try to wake up by 10 a.m. at least."
She felt him slide slowly inside her and gave him that sweet, knowing smile—the one that always made his heart tighten.
"You're worried about clients, but not about me at all?" Arahan grumbled playfully, pushing deeper. "Can't you see I only manage to fall asleep between five and six in the morning?"
"Then why do you sleep so late? Just go to bed earlier at night," Sabiha replied innocently.
"Oh, so now it's my fault?" He thrust harder, drawing a soft gasp from her. "You have no idea how busy I stay. First I have to satisfy Sahil. Then keep Sana and Bushra happy too. Whatever little time is left, I spend giving you husband-like love. On top of that, I have to go to the office and take care of you there as well… so tell me, when exactly am I supposed to sleep?"
With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself completely inside her and came hard, flooding her pussy with thick spurts of cum as she clung to him, moaning softly.
Sabiha kissed his forehead tenderly. "My love, you don't need to give explanations. Just remember—you're my husband now. It's your duty to give me every kind of pleasure. But since you're my husband, starting tomorrow I'll make sure you go to bed early. Come on, let's go take a bath."
Before he could protest, she wrapped her arms around him, lifted him effortlessly against her chest as if he weighed nothing, and carried him toward the bathroom.
It had been one full year since Arahan arrived in Prayagraj.
In the beginning, he had imagined a perfect fantasy: three beautiful women—Sana, Bushra, and their mother Sabiha—all devoted to him, ready to please him whenever the mood struck. Endless pleasure. Endless power.
But reality proved far more demanding.
Satisfying three women every single day was exhausting. It drained every ounce of his energy. Sana's hunger was insatiable—quick morning sessions, teasing afternoons, rough late-night fucks.
Bushra had grown bolder with time; she now begged for him in every hole, her innocent face contrasting sharply with the way she took him deep and begged for more.
Sahil, sweet and emotional, would sulk and nearly cry if Arahan neglected him for more than a day or two—pulling him into quiet corners for slow, intimate sessions or dropping to his knees in the shower, needy and eager.
And Sabiha… she remained the center of his world. Seventeen years older than him, yet she transformed into a playful, submissive girl the moment they were alone. She still carried him like a child when she wanted to tease, still fucked him with the same desperate passion as their very first time.
The days when the women used to plead for his attention were long gone.
Now it was Arahan who had to balance them all—ensuring each one felt loved, desired, and completely satisfied. He had become the husband, the lover, the source of pleasure for the entire household.
Some nights he collapsed into bed utterly spent, wondering how he had ever believed this would be easy.
Yet every morning, when Sabiha's gentle voice woke him, when her hand found him beneath the sheets, when her body welcomed him again with that perfect warmth—he knew he wouldn't trade any of it.