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September 2, 2020

Edymaniac: The Life & Times of Usman, the horse (18+)

Edymaniac: The Life & Times of Usman, the horse (18+)

Usman was out of luck. His problem was that he was just an average Joe ‚Äď but he was really, REALLY average! He was twenty-two years old, working as a salesman, and not a bad person. But he just couldn’t get laid. It wasn’t that he was ugly or fat or anything else like that. He had ordinary looks with an ordinary body (bordering on the chubby side, though). He wasn’t too tall, but at the same time, he wasn’t very short. The same could be said about his personality ‚Äď as was very apparent every time he tried to pick up any girls.

At bars, most girls would give Usman the once-over, and then go somewhere else. When he was able to start a conversation with someone of the opposite sex, they would eventually lose interest in him, and then look for a muscular dude instead. The biggest problem was that Usman knew that he could satisfy these women! He happened to be in possession of a very large cock ‚Äď thick, very hard when erect, and coming close to ten inches.

If only these women would give him a chance! Not only would he surprise them with his monster dick, but he would also fuck their brains out and give them an evening they would never forget!

But Usman was resigned to the fact that the ladies whom he wanted to fuck, would always pass him by. So ‚Äď Usman spent most of his days working, and then simply returning home to his apartment. Sometimes he would watch some porno movies to pass the time, but it was always such a bother to clean up the mess afterward (he was also a monster cummer, too!). Plus, he was bitter because he thought he could show those so-called “porn star” in those movies a lesson or two.

Then, out of the blue one day, Usman’s mother phoned him, and in essence told him that a “distant” cousin of his found a summer job in the city, and would need a place to stay for a few months. This cousin was not a blood relative, but something like his cousin’s father-in-law’s niece ‚Äď or something like that. Her name was Habiba, and he had met her a few times before at family gatherings. She was younger than he was, eighteen or nineteen.

He remembered that the last time he saw her, she was just beginning to “fill up,” meaning she had some breasts, but they would probably become fuller in a few years. Yep, he thought, she was quite a hottie, even at that age! She had long hair, a promising figure, and an ass that wouldn’t quit. “Oh well,” he muttered, “she’s probably gained weight. Even if she was fuckable, she’s off-limits!” (Usman lived by his own code of honor, meaning he thought that she was too young for him.) Anyways, his mom basically ordered him to let Habiba live with him, and since he had a spare bedroom, who was he to argue?

The day finally came when Habiba was supposed to arrive, and Usman had cleaned up his apartment. He even had the decency to hide his porno mags and movies so Habiba wouldn’t accidentally find them. The phone rang, and he ran downstairs to help her move her stuff in. Imagine his surprise when he saw her! He actually gulped, as he gazed upon her beauty! Habiba was about five feet seven inches tall, had large (but not overly so) breasts, long, slim legs, and (still!) an ass that wouldn’t quit!

Her face was like a model you’d see on the cover of a beauty mag, and her skin was like cream. In fact, Usman was quickly imagining a certain kind of cream pouring onto that skin… The fact that she wore shorts that barely covered her ass, and a white shirt that showed she had no bra on, didn’t help matters. Usman was trying hard not to stare at her nipples poking out of her thin t-shirt, to no avail. He couldn’t believe it – a young, incredibly hot female living with him, and he wouldn’t be able to touch her. Usman realized that this would be a long, hot holiday…

Over the next several weeks, Habiba and Usman got used to each other and got along quite well. As Usman thought, Habiba just treated him like a brother. She didn’t think he was handsome nor ugly ‚Äď she just didn’t think much of him at all! Usman’s ego was a little bruised, but he was used to it. The problem was that Usman had a hard time NOT thinking about Habiba, as they would both spend their evenings and weekends together in the apartment.

The weather was particularly hot this time of year, and as Habiba started getting accustomed to living with Usman, she also got into the habit of wearing fewer and fewer clothes around the house. The thing was ‚Äď Habiba’s outfits were skimpy to begin with, plus the fact that she never wore a bra, and quite often she wouldn’t wear panties. These facts, combined with even LESS clothes, began to grind on Usman.

A lot of her clothes around the house were too short t-shirts ‚Äď he could often see her sweet breasts swelling from underneath her shirt, and sometimes some breast if she came running into the room! Habiba would wear tight shorts that accentuated her luscious ass, as well as give a hint of the outline of her pussy. Or worse, sometimes she would wear short skirts with nothing underneath. Usman now knew that she frequently shaved her pubic hair, as one time she was sitting on the couch opposite him, and she shifted and reached behind her to grab something, and he saw her cunt and asshole completely bare of hair.

Usman started to get more and more boners whenever Habiba was around, and it was becoming a problem to hide his erect penis from her. Usman thought, “I don’t want her to think I’m a pervert, right? She’s just an innocent girl.”

Eventually, Habiba became suspicious of his behavior ‚Äď he never got up from the chair, or only got up when she was out of the room. Once or twice he caught her looking apprehensively at his trouser, where his hard dick was desperately trying to free itself. One night he couldn’t take it anymore, and he had to relieve himself. Earlier in the evening, Habiba and Usman were watching a movie he had rented. Usman was sitting on the couch, and Habiba was lying on the floor.

She was wearing one of her short, white flowing mini-skirts, which barely came past her pussy when she was standing up. The entire time while Habiba was watching the movie, Usman was watching her pussy and asshole ‚Äď as her position of lying on her belly, legs spread apart ‚Äď gave him a perfect view for over two hours. After the movie, when Habiba went to bed, Usman couldn’t take it anymore.

He quickly grabbed one of his hidden porno discs, and pushed it into the DVD. He turned off the volume, pressed play, and pulled down his trousers. His cock begging for release, he started to jerk himself off. He wasn’t sure when Habiba came back into the living room, or how long she watched him masturbate because he didn’t want to dwell on that. He was off on another world, as his mind was full of lustful thoughts of this young lady, not less than fifteen feet away from him! He wanted to run his fingers over her succulent ass, insert his tongue into ALL of her holes, and finally fuck her like she’s never been fucked before!

He felt his cum rising in his balls, and he hastily grabbed some Kleenex on the end table. THAT’S when he notice Habiba was in the room, staring at him while he jerked off his huge dick! However, as he was starting to cum, Usman wasn’t really in any position to do anything at all about Habiba looking at him.

Having caught Usman off guard, he was unable to collect any of his sperm, and so he earnestly began spraying all over in front of him. Massive streams of cum landed on his table and onto the floor. He then used his bare hands to cover his spraying noodles and ended up with two handfuls of white cum.

About 8 spurts later, he was finally finished. He looked up at Habiba and said, “Shit, I’m sorry about all this!” In his mind, he was thinking, “Fuck! Now she thinks I’m a pervert.” Usman glanced down at his cum covered living room, and then looked at his hands. And the funny thing was, Habiba didn’t say a word, but continued to stand there.

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