Many Wives in a Midwestern Harem 2

Chapter 2 - Squeaky Clean

Malika left in her carpool with their roommate, Nisha, early in the morning before Rob awoke. He vaguely remembered her planting a kiss on his lips, then an hour later he awoke, alone in his apartment.

Zebo had spent the night at Malika's request. Rob had long ago decided that, should his experiment continue to proceed as successfully as it had, she would become a permanent fixture. He drank his coffee in the kitchen and waited, pondering his next move. When he heard noise from the spare bedroom down the hall, he went to greet her.

She came out of her room in pajama bottoms and a revealing tank top, which she covered with a cream colored, semi-see-through shawl. She didn't see him near the end of the hall, and slipped into the bathroom unsuspecting.

He approached the door, taking his shirt off and pulling down his boxer shorts. He was naked when he reached the door, and his cock was already swelling in anticipation of the coming festivities.

Without knocking, he entered, opening the door and stepping inside to find her pulling her pajama pants and underwear down around her knees, and sitting on the toilet. She jumped slightly when she saw him.

"Robbie jon, you scared-"

He stepped forward, and she realized he was naked. She reflexively covered her crotch area with her hand.

"Why are you-"

"Don't talk," he commanded, and she obeyed. "I'm going to tell you exactly what I want and you're going to do it, understood?"

She nodded affirmatively instead of responding, and he walked forward, coming to stand directly in front of the 60 year old woman as she sat, pants down, on the toilet. His cock, half erect, was inches from her mouth.

"Move your hand."

A moment passed before she obeyed, and Rob's heart pounded at the idea that he was about to see his mother-in-law's most private area. It was, however, obscured by her slight stomach, and her thighs, which she held together tightly. Rob kneeled down to the ground in front of her, resting his hand on either leg and applying pressure.

"Spread," he commanded, and she did. The sight was awe inspiring to him, and his cock became instantly hard as a rock. There was her cunt in full view. Her folds, her clit, her slit- it was all there staring back at him, and he felt intensely compelled to know what it smelled and tasted like.

"I have to go."

"I know, Zebbie jon. Then go."

"I can't when you watch."

"I think you can. We'll just sit back and wait until you get comfortable."

His hand rested on the inside portion of her thighs, keeping them apart to ensure that he could enjoy the show. Her expression was one of utter humiliation. Rob wondered if it was because she was a woman who spent a great deal of time worrying about her looks, and he hadn't really given her a chance to prepare. The hair on her groin was something he would want adjusted, but that could wait.

Eventually, she settled, centering herself and relaxing enough to relieve herself. Her piss came in short stretches at first, as she winced and tried to force it.

"Relax," he whispered, and she did so. Then the yellow stream came forth out of her. Relief washed over her face, and Rob watched in delight as his new property emptied her bladder in front of him.

Finished at last, Rob stood up, his cock narrowly missing Zebo's chin and nose as he rose. He reached over and grabbed toilet paper as she watched, seemingly helpless. He then bent over and put the paper between her legs, dabbing her pussy dry. She let out an audible gasp when he made contact, and she instinctively leaned back. He disposed of the paper and stepped back from her.

"Up," he said, motioning for her to rise. She did so without pulling up her pajamas or underwear. "Strip."

She slowly removed the shawl and let it fall to the ground, then she pulled up the base of her shirt, lifting it up and over her stomach, her tits, and then her head.

Zebo was truly naked now, and Rob stood staring at every inch of her. She was deep-red in the face with embarrassment. Surprisingly, it was better than he imagined. She had the hallmarks of an older woman, but it wasn't egregious. Her mom pooch bulged ever so slightly, her thighs were white and somewhat thick, her tits hung down like a mother of three who had breast-fed for years, but she was also in fantastic shape.

According to his wife, Zebo had been the most unsexual person imaginable. Never did they speak about sex growing up, and it was a known fact in the house that Farhod had multiple women that he saw and paid for sex. It was not known if Zebo understood this arrangement, or if she was just too dumb to figure it out. Either way, none of what was happening at present came naturally to her, that much was obvious.

Rob turned around and reached into the shower, running the water to hot. He then stepped back and allowed room for his mother and law to enter. She did so, stepping her foot in and making sure the water was an acceptable temperature. She then slid her body into the stream, and Rob could see the water run over every part of her. She reached for the soap, but Rob stopped her.

"I'll do that," he said as he stepped into the shower, grabbing a loofah and the feminine body wash.

He sudsed up the loofah and turned his attention to the woman, who watched in nervous curiosity. He started at her stomach, slowly moving the sponge in circular motions. He stopped at her breasts, instead moving to her arms, and then her back. Finally, he came to her ass. Grabbing her hair firmly, he bent the woman over at the waist at a 70 degree angle, and moved the loofah down over her right ass cheek. More circular motions, and she remained completely silent this whole time. When that cheek was excessively clean, he moved over to her left, sudsing until it was impossible to see her buttocks through the soapy bubbles.

Satisfied, he repositioned her body so that water would run down her back and across her ass, washing away the suds with help from Rob's hand. His fingers found their way under the base of her ass, and he lifted her cheek, feeling her, admiring the texture.

When her ass was completely clean, he escalated, placing a hand on either cheek and spreading them apart. Her breathing became intense as her exposed asshole came into full view of her son-in-law. Rob loved what he saw. It was much smaller than his wife's, protruding where Malika's was flat and wide in diameter. She had deep radial folds all around it, and multiple black hairs which decorated the anus itself and the skin around it. For some reason those hairs made his cock harden, when they should have offended. Was it the humiliation that appealed to him? No, it was more complicated than that. He looked forward to dealing with them at a later time.

For now, he ran his thumb over the puckered hole, back and forth. It twitched as he pressed upon it.

"That's dirty," Zebo warned.

"I know," Rob replied, and brought up a fold of the loofah, covering his thumb with it.

Then he brought forth the body wash, squeezing it out just above her brown hole, coating it in red-tinted, translucent gel. He massaged her asshole with the loofah and thumb, causing the soap to bubble and foam. She winced every time he passed directly over the hole, rather than circle around it, unsure what to expect from this encounter. He spent a long time here, much longer than was necessary. He loved playing with her butthole because it was excessively taboo. He wanted desperately to stick his finger in, as he'd done with his wife hundreds of times, but resisted the urge for the time being. That could wait until she was more ready. Rob had an instinct that, just like his wife, Zebo would turn out to absolutely love having her ass fucked. If not, he could train her to appreciate it.

Zebo was patient, and stood perfectly still for the man who was cleaning her. While the massaging continued, Rob reached up to her breast, which hung down seeming to tease him, and gently grabbed it, squeezing its thickest part and flicking her nipple with his finger. Her tits felt amazing. Remarkably soft and inviting, they were drastically different from his wife's, which were perky and small. They drew his attention away from her asshole, and he brought the sponge up, rubbing her breasts and relishing in the feeling of soap over her skin. He washed the right tit off in the stream of water, and brought it to his mouth. Looking her in the eye, he stuck his tongue out and flicked it over and over the nipple. It quickly became rock hard, and suddenly her entire body began to tremble, and she let out a whimper of overwhelming sensation.

Then he let it down, and drew her towards him. His cock met her bellybutton, touching her for the very first time.

"Put your leg up," he commanded, nodding toward the shower-seat next to them. He helped her, sliding his hand under her thigh and bringing it to rest.

Looking toward her crotch, he pressed his cock downwards, over her clit, and let it rest along her slit. Pumping in and out, he humped her in this fashion for just one moment before kneeling.

He brought his face close to her cunt, and inhaled deeply. The scent of the body lotion was mixed with the distinct smell of her vagina. It was sweeter smelling than he expected, sweeter even than his wife. He half-expected it to smell similar to the Tajik food, but it was nothing like that. It was distinct from the plethora of other women he'd fucked in the past.

"Isn't that a bad smell?" she asked, seeming to fish for a compliment.

"It's so nice. I love it."

"You do?" she said, incredulous. He only nodded, fixated on her groin.

Rob admired the look of her pussy. Her outer folds showed her age, being ever-so-fatty, but her inner folds were small, and a brownish red that matched her tan skin.

He ran his index finger between the outer and inner folds from back to front, and then front to back down the other side. He then started searching for her vagina. He couldn't help but notice how dry she was. This was common in the shower, but usually the hole itself was lubricated enough. Not so with Zebo, so he moistened his fingers with his spit, vaguely tasting her cunt in the process.

He brought the finger back to the center of her slit, and found the hole he was looking for. He pressed inwards and she let out a cry. He didn't stop, but rather sought out how far he could get inside her. It was the tightest hole he'd ever been in, tighter even than any of his girlfriend's asshole. He suddenly believed the claim that she'd been abstinent for decades. He had no idea how he would eventually fit his penis inside her, but that was a problem for tomorrow.

He pulled his finger out, and reached up to bring it to her mouth. She opened, and inserted the finger past her teeth and over her tongue, allowing her to taste herself. She gagged hard, nearly vomiting, and he turned his attention back to cleaning.

His cock could not get harder. Usually, he needed to stroke himself occasionally to stay hard, but not today. He felt the pride of a porn star as his erection stayed at attention without effort.

The loofah rose up along her thigh, up and up until it reached her exposed slit. Upon touching fabric to her skin, she once again began to tremble throughout her lower body. This got progressively worse and worse as he began washing in circles around the exterior. She whimpered, shutting her eyes tightly and gripping the sides of the shower.

Soap covered her groin to the extent that it was completely obscured, and he let water run over it, washing it away with the help of his hand before renewing his gentle circles.

Washing it once again, he lightly pinched the outer folds of her pussy together, toying with her, teasing. He placed his middle finger again at the entrance of her vagina, and attempted an entry. Still dry as ever, he noticed in surprise. That would be a hurdle he would need to figure out. Her sexual function was like an engine that hadn't been run for a long time, it would need some tender loving care, and likely some lubrication and oil, before it would purr again. He loved the challenge.

Rob stood up, allowing Zebo to put her leg back down. He handed her the loofah, and she wondered at what he wanted her to do. It finally occurred to her, and she began rubbing his body with the sponge as he watched down on her.

She started with his hip, then moved to the stomach, then other hip, then up his chest and down his arms. Then she knelt down and washed his right leg from top to bottom, followed by his right. All the while, she took care to avoid his cock. She neither touched it by accident nor with the sponge on purpose. It was the only part of the front of his body that wasn't covered in suds.

He turned, positioning his ass and back to her, and put his leg up on the shower bench. She started at his shoulders and worked her way lower and lower, until she reached his ass. Zebo avoided going too deep into his crack.

"Go ahead, spread them and clean," he said.

She used her free hand to part his ass cheeks, and carefully soaped his asshole. Moving back and forth, the loofah brushed again and again against the back of his scrotum. It weirdly helped subside the need to orgasm, at least momentarily, while still feeling good.

He soon turned and allowed the water to wash away all of the soap, and Zebo wrang out the loofah, her job complete.

"You missed something," Rob said, and looked down at his erection, which pointed in Zebo's direction.

Her eyes drifted to the member, a deep look of uncertainty in her eyes.

"Go ahead," he said, grabbing the soap and pouring it onto the sponge.

She meagerly brought it to his hard cock, and began to gently caress it. Up and down, she used only one hand at first, and it pushed his cock to the left uncomfortably.

"Hold it," he told her, and she placed her hand on one side of his cock to stabilize it while she scrubbed very slowly.

Switching to the other hand, she scrubbed the far side with equal care and concern.

"Now the bottom," he told her. "Wash it thoroughly."

Zebo placed two fingers near the tip of his cock, holding it down as she scrubbed the bottom up and down.

"Look at me, don't stop," he instructed, and her eyes met his in an intense lock. She scrubbed slightly faster and faster, anticipating what he wanted and needed.

"Stick out your tongue," Rob said, and she opened her mouth just wide enough to let out a small portion.

"More," he continued, drawing closer to her, and she opened wider, sticking out her tongue as far as she could go and closing her eyes.

Their tongues met, but their lips did not. He ran the tip over every centimeter of her taste organ as she held perfectly still. Then he slurped her tongue into his mouth, running his lips down the full length.

Drawing back, he began to breathe harder and harder. His chest heaved in and out as his orgasm built.

"Oh my god... Zebbie jon..."

She said something tender to him in Tajik.

"I'm going... I'm going to... keep going..."

He started to grunt loudly, almost a scream, and it startled the old woman. She flinched as his hips convulsed and his cock jettisoned rope after rope of white semen down the front of her stomach, her crotch, and her legs. He groaned in relief as his testicles emptied out, his head drifting backwards as his eyes rolled.

"Zebbie jon..." he said as she continued to move the loofah, even as his orgasm subsided. He stopped it with his hand, and slowly regained his senses.

Their eyes met again, and his hand reached the back of her head. He pulled her forward, his semi-erect cock pressing against her stomach, and kissed her deeply. His tongue exploded into her mouth, and she had no idea what to do. She was a horrible kisser, utterly clueless. Rob would fix that.

His other hand reached down to grab her ass, squeezing tightly as his index finger toyed with her asshole.

They broke away after a long kiss.

"I want you to stay clean for me. Extra clean," he commanded, slapping her ass and departing the shower.