Sadaam,
Burka and Mary
A Tale of Tail with an Explosive Ending
By Izzy
Ess de la Grande Vitesse
Sadaam
Hussein was living with a Jewish woman and he felt he had the best of both his
worlds. Still, he could not eat a pig or
even bacon, which was his favourite. So
he sought out an English Anglican and found for her a nice apartment on the
Bosporus where they could set up housekeeping and she could make some pork
chops or fry up some bacon. It was great
but our Sadaam was getting tired in his obligatory shuttling back and forth
between his two abodes and having to begin to satisfy two women at one
time. It got so bad, he fell asleep one
night at his new mistress’ apartment and he slept ‘til dawn, missing breakfast
at his big old house in Troy. His legal
wife began to get suspicious that he had another woman and that he was eating
pork, because she found some lipstick on his private parts with bacon bits
within his pubic hair. She threw the
omelette at his head and barely missed his eyes. He ducked and asked the matter and she said,
“You’ve been unfaithful to me and you’re a pig because I think you’re eating
bacon and you’re giving something salty to another woman, who does feed you
unclean meat!” Sadaam denied her allegations
and protested at her trying to put out his eyes, so he could not see other women.
His
wife recharged her batteries and threw a frying pan right at her Sadaam and she
hit the bull’s eye, right between his eyes and he was knocked out cold. She left him there upon the floor and went
out in the streets of Troy just screaming that her husband was an infidel and
should be punished. She screamed his
name out loud: “My Sadaam is like an unclean pig!” and “Sadaam and his new
mistress are such bad dead meat!” and “Sadaam sucks!”
The
English Anglican cute mistress heard the shouting and assumed the crazy woman
that was shouting was her master’s wife.
She took to the streets and followed her around the town. The wife sat down in a sidewalk café and
ordered Turkish coffee in a demi-tasse.
The mistress, apparently innocently, sat down beside her and she ordered
Turkish coffee in a demi-tasse. The
Anglican thought that Sadaam’s old wife was very much attractive, though her
burka and her gauzy dress just covered up the details of her body. She rightly guessed that Mrs. Hussein was
very zaftig and attractive in a very sexy way, perhaps like Salome. She rightly guessed that the woman sitting
next to her was good at belly dancing.
The Englishwoman, Mary Chesterfield, decided to just try to get a better
social life in Troy above her duties as a mistress to Hussein. Mary opened with, “Excuse me, ma’am? Do you know where I could get lessons in the
art of belly dancing?” Burka Hussein was
a little startled by the interruption in her feelings of great rage. She calmed down a bit and turned to the cute
woman by her side and said, “I do not talk to strangers, eh? My name is Burka, Burka Hussein.” Our Mary smiled and extended her small,
slender hand, “I’m pleased to meet you, Burka.
My name is Mary Chesterfield.” “I
could give you belly dancing lessons, Mary, if you’d like me too. I wouldn’t charge you anything but perhaps
you can teach me about performing sex that might be more interesting to my
husband.” Mary was unsure of how much
Burka, the Jewess, knew about her Anglican cute rival. She decided it would be OK to accept Burka’s
offer of an exchange. “How ‘bout this
afternoon?” asked Burka. Mary said OK
and followed Burka to Hussein’s own home.
She entered meekly and could see that it was furnished lavishly. She relaxed and realized that her Sadaam
could treat his women very well.
Burka
got her belly-dancer’s harem outfit and retrieved a smaller size for Mary. The women simply dropped their clothes and
donned their harem outfits after some short glimpses of their nakedness. Both did think that the other woman was real
sexy and well-built. Each had breasts
which strained against the bra-like top of the harem outfits. Each had narrow waists that made their
figures quite attractive and quite sexy.
Each had lovely legs that were so similar that they might have been
twins had not Mary had blue eyes and lighter skin, while Burka was quite
swarthy and had big brown sexy eyes with long black eye-lashes. Burka had a small disc player and started
Mary with a slower melody for swaying and performing belly dancing. Burka was a good teacher and Mary was a fast
learner. By the end of the afternoon,
the ladies were having a ball with very fast wiggling and expert hip and
shoulder moves. They both started smiling
with the stimulating body movements and then began to laugh out loud as both of
them did pop their bra straps and were topless.
They laughed some more and wiggled out of their harem trousers and
became completely naked. They continued
swaying and just having their large breasts just swinging freely as they swayed
their hips seductively, and quite dramatically.
Sadaam
Hussein came home and dropped his clothes.
He’d danced with Burka many times before. He stood between the women and he swung his
big erection with the music. While Ms.
Mary held his penis, Burka punched him in the nose and flattened him. When he sat up, Burka held his shoulders down
and Mary kicked him fiercely in the nuts.
Sadaam screamed out in pain and then his Burka hit him with a frying pan
and knocked him out. The ladies laughed
and pushed his limpid penis and his flaccid body to the side, so they could do
some more of the quite naked belly dancing.
When the music stopped, Burka opened wide her arms and took her new
friend, Mary, to her breasts and hugged her very fiercely. Then she grabbed her hand and led her to the
master bedroom where she lay upon the bed, thighs quite parted and her knees
uplifted. Mary knew exactly what to do
because she’d done it many ties when she had lived in Birmingham. She hopped between the gorgeos thighs that
Burka had and bent her head to lick her private parts. Burka moaned and squealed and started having
one of many spasms in her inner private parts.
Burka whispered, “Mary! You can
do that licking with your big strong tongue, just any time you’d like. And, if you’d like, I’d like to do the same
for you!” mary lifted up her head and
said, “It’s my turn now, my dear. Let me
change positions with you and you can show me your big tongue and your ability
to lick my little private parts.”
Indeed, our Mary had a smaller thingy and two smaller lower lips than
Burka had, but, nonetheless, they were quite responsive to the licking that our
Burka did with her big muscular long tongue.
In fact, our Burka could reach into Mary’s honeypot and lick her G-spot
which set off our Mary with a bang, and then another banging orgasm and ten
more after that.
Neither
woman noticed Sadaam coming through the bedroom door. Without a sound he mounted Burka from the
rear and pushed his giant penis in as far as it would go. And then he imitated a car piston and he
drove his penis with a force that Burka had not felt before. Sadaam was pistoning like a racing car and
Burka almost fainted with an hundred spasms that were wonderful. Finally, Sadaam gave one hard push and he
exploded with an ecstasy that he had never felt before. Mary started laughing and remarked that Burka
may have gotten what she’d bargained for.
Now she knew a little clearer what her hasband really wanted! The trio separated and Sadaam lay on his back
between them, cuddling both his women, warmly and affectionately. Exhausted, they just fell asleep.
At
3:00 am, they all awoke and felt a little hungry. Burka whipped up some scrambled eggs and
found some bacon she’d been hiding and fried it up. The Turkish coffee was delicious and they all
sat naked so enjoying all the food and loving feelings that abounded. Burka spoke up first. “You idiot, Sadaam, whey didn’t you ever tell
me that you preferred the back door to my front door, darling?” Sadaam was sheepish as he said, “I thought it
would displease you as you might consider back door screwing as unclean. I guess that I was wrong.” Mary asked, “Does that mean that you won’t require
all my talents any more. Both Sadaam and
Burka spoke right up: “It was you, dear Mary that has opened up my eyes. Please stay with us and we will have a royal
balling each and every night!” Mary
laughed. “I’d be happy to accommodate
the both of you but I would like some back door action, too!” It was Burka’s time to laugh. She said, “Of course, dear Mary. I’d be happy to give you this dodo for your
turn with back door screwing. Do you
want to have some now?” Mary jumped
right up and leaned across the table offering her derriere to old Sadaam. Sadaam had been re-loading and he gave his
all to Mary right in front of Burka who assisted them. The table did collapse with all the hard
vibrations and they all fell to the floor.
They laughed and moved their wonderful activities to the master
bedroom. A ball was had by all!
The
trio made a trip to Mary’s apartment and they moved all her stuff to Sadaam’s
big house. There was an extra bedroom
for all of Mary’s stuff while everyone assumed that they would all sleep
together in the master bedroom on the kin-sized bed. And, their assumption was correct. For forty days and forty nights, the trio
practiced back door sex with Sadaam’s growing penis and the very attractive
ladies with the wonderful private parts and shapely legs and substantial
breasts. As foreplay, often, they would
belly-dance completely naked and display there charms. On the forty-first day, it was a Tuesday,
Mary and her Burka took their oversized bags and sallied forth into the market
place to buy fresh food. Sadaam had
budgeted their food expenses and they had some cash left over for a Turkish
coffee in a demi-tasse. The earth
rumbled under them. A huge explosion had
occurred. The Police and Firemen ran
toward Hussein’s big house and so did Burka and her new friend Mary. The house had been reduced to rubble. Although there were a pile of body parts,
Sadaam Hussein could never be identified and was presumed dead. He would have been exhausted by his women’s
strong demands and would have slept ‘til noon, until his ladies would come back
for lunch, loaded down with groceries and good fresh food.
Rumour
had it that it was a suicide by someone armed with bombs around his waste. He was also not identifiable. The truth was that it was the American Armed
Forces that had recently attacked Baghdad and all of the country of Iraq
searching for Sadaam Hussein. An
intelligence report from Troy had identified Sadaam Hussein, our Sadaam Hussein
who was hard-servicing two women, voluntarily.
The Americans realized that Sadaam Hussein was, indeed, a common name
and that “our” Sadaam was not “the” Sadaam Hussein for whom they were
searching. The Americans had kept it
secret so as not to look foolish and mistaken.
Burka and Mary decided that the better part of valour would entail them
emigrating very soon. They moved to
Birmingham where Mary had connections which allowed them to find an apartment
quickly. They had no furniture or
clothing to be moved since most of it had blown up. Burka and Mary married and lived happily ever
after in Birmingham, Great Britain.
The
End
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
October 15, 2013
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