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   My name is Muharram.  Hoda and I were a Tunisian healthy young couple in
our late twenties, and had been married for four years.  Ever since our
marriage we had been trying to have a baby, but our efforts had been in
vain.  Finally we had resorted to medical advice, only to find out that the
problem was me.  The doctor informed us that my sperm count was abnormally
low, probably due to a childhood illness -- it was very unlikely that I
could father a child.  He suggested that we consider a fertility clinic and
a sperm donor, or adoption.

   After some consideration we decided against both those options -- Hoda
wanted to be a real mother and bear a child, but the idea of a clinic and a
sperm donor was not appealing, and the cost was another factor.  Instead,
we agreed that there was another more natural way she could become pregnant
-- we would find our own donor who could deliver the goods in the
traditional way.  Being a broad-minded young couple neither of us had any
problem with this idea.  I even confessed to Hoda that the prospect of
watching my beautiful wife being mounted by some big-cocked young stud
turned me on -- she was well aware that I had a distinct bi streak!

   However, we decided that finding a suitable donor close to home raised
all sorts of potential problems, and it would be better if we took a
vacation overseas and found someone who we would never be likely to see
again after the necessary encounter.  As we are both brunette and
black-eyed , one of the Arabian countries seemed like a good choice if we
wanted a child who would look like us, and we picked Egypt.  There should
be lots of potent black-eyed brunette Pharaohs around, and the famously
easy-going Egyptian attitudes to sex would also fit our plans.

   Which is how we found ourselves, a few months later (at Hoda's most
fertile time of the month), on a fairly secluded beach not far from
Alexandria, which we had scouted out the day before .  Now it was a
beautiful sunny morning, and as we walked along the beach from where we had
parked our rental car, we passed other people enjoying the sun and the sea.
There were family groups, single men and women, and several couples.

   We undressed, rolled out our blanket in a little hollow among the
sand-dunes, and waited for likely prospects.  We agreed that if we saw a
young man who looked like a possible candidate, we would put on a little
show to indicate our interest.  It should not be difficult for Hoda to
attract virile young men.  We both sported all-over tans, and her perky
large-nippled breasts, slim waist, long legs and shaved pussy made her
quite delectable.

   Only a few minutes passed before Hoda, who was sitting up on the
blanket, hissed, "There's somebody coming." She quickly laid down and I
rolled on my side to take her nipple in my mouth, while moving my hand down
to caress her shaven pussy.  She reached over and stroked my cock, which
rapidly rose to a steel-hard erection, the foreskin rolling back off the
head.  Our visitor soon appeared -- the young guy who had been giving an
expert blowjob.  He stopped a few yards away and smiled at us, while
unabashedly stroking his long thin cock.

   "You like we play," he asked me, kneeling down and stretching out a hand
to gently stroke my straining erection.  "Maybe your lady like to watch,
yes?"

   "Not right now," I replied, "Maybe later, if you are still here."

   "OK," the boy replied, "No problem-maybe I come back later and suck your
very nice cock." He stood up, waved his long dick at us with a broad grin,
and sauntered off.

   "Well," Hoda said, giggling, "That was interesting.  He was funny, but I
think a bit too young- and was obviously more interested in you than in
planting his seed in me!  Would you have liked him to give you a blowjob?"

   "You know me, " I said, "If we were not here for other serious business
I probably would -- and maybe give him one, too."

   After a short while we heard the sound of voices, and three young
brunette men came down the beach, dribbling and passing a soccer ball.

   "Hmm," Hoda said, "This looks hopeful."

   All three guys wore only tight white shorts.  The oldest of the three,
probably in his early twenties, was tall and lean.  He had straight black
hair, and his muscular chest and limbs were covered with a fine dusting of
golden hair.  The second man was a younger version of the first, also with
straight black hair -- I thought they were probably brothers.  The third
was much stockier and shorter.  His black hair was curly, he had a short
beard, and his body, legs and arms were very hairy.

   As they came down the beach the three saw us, once again in what we
hoped was a "come and have sex" pose, and veered towards us.  Stopping
about twenty feet away they waved to us, then dropped their shorts and ran
down into the sea.  There was a lot of splashing and horseplay for several
minutes, then they walked back towards us, giving us a good frontal view.
The two brothers sported nice-sized cocks with long uncut foreskins, but
the stocky guy had a truly enormous one, long, and as thick as a beer can.
He was also uncut, but the plum sized head peaked out as he grinned
cheekily at us and stroked his impressive weapon.

   Hoda was sitting up beside me, taking in the view.

   "I think we should try now," She whispered, gazing at the three
baby-makers displayed before us, "You go and talk to them."

   I stood up and strolled over to where the three guys were kneeling in
the sand.

   "Can I speak with you and be friends," I asked, and the tall guy
replied, "Of course- I am Ramadan.  This is my brother Ragab (Rajab) and
our friend Sha'aban."

   I quickly explained our problem and our baby-making plan, and asked,
"Would any of you help us out?"

   After a short conversation in whispers, Ramadan turned back to me. 
"Your wife is very pretty lady.  We all three would like to make sex with
her, if she would like, even Sha'aban, who like boys more than girls.  We
don't mind too much, we make sex with everyone- boy and girl, boy and boy,
girl and girl." While Ramadan was speaking, Sha'aban sidled over to me and
took my cock in his hand.  As he examined it, he whispered something to
Ramadan.  "Sha'aban says your sex looks OK, and he feels it getting stiff
(which it was!)- it is pity it can't make baby, but he thinks we have lots
of fun anyway."

   The four of us walked back to Hoda.

   "They all want to help," I told her, "Think you can handle all three?"

   Nodding her head vigorously she replied ,"Oh yeah, I am sure I can Even
the monster one!"

   Laughing, Ramadan gestured at Sha'aban, who was still molesting me,
playing "swords" with his stiff cock and mine, which he had caressed to a
full erection.

   "Sha'aban, he always sex playing.  We know he can make baby, too.  Last
year, when Ragab and his-how you say-twins sister Hanaa had eighteenth
birthday, we had big party here on the beach.  Big fire, lots of friends,
lots of drink.  I ask Hanaa if there was anything else she wanted for
present- she said to make sex with friend with biggest cock.  There were
several big, but Sha'aban was biggest.  He said OK, but because everyone
knows he like boy, too, for sex, he would make sex with both twins.  So
right here he fuck Ragab with big cock, then he do Hanaa, by the fire,
where everyone can see.  He had done Ragab before, they have been friends
since primary school -- but it first time with Hanaa.  He use condom with
Hanaa, but condom was too small, and broke, so lots of sperm go inside and
she not wash out.  So then she start getting big stomach with baby.  She
had to go to clinic and remove -- but now we tease Sha'aban, call him
always Father Sha'aban."

   During this recitation the incorrigible Sha'aban had moved over behind
Ragab and was pretending to fuck him.

   Ramadan now appointed himself master of ceremonies.  He said to Hoda and
I, "For making baby it should be both of you making sex, too, even if sperm
coming from other person."

   He guided me to sit on the blanket, propped up on our backpacks, and
said to Hoda, "Now you sit on Muharram's cock up behind and we put sperm in
pussy -- all have fun together"

   He grasped my erection -- these guys were totally uninhibited about
touching parts I had previously considered private-- and guided it up Hoda
as she sank down.

   "Now Ragab- you come and put cock in front and make baby." Ramadan spat
on his hand, grasped his brother's now rampant dick, and guided it into
Hoda's eager cunt.

   "Oh yes," she gasped as I could feel Ragab push into her wet sheath, our
cocks only separated by the thin membrane.  As he started to stroke in and
out I could feel his big balls rubbing over mine, and Ramadan's hand was in
there, too, caressing and tickling.  Ragab was kissing her, and I was
pinching her nipples, which were rock-hard.  It was incredibly erotic, and
soon Hoda started to move spasmodically as her orgasm approached.  With
loud cries she pounded herself up and down on our two cocks, and then I
felt Ragab's shaft throb against mine throb as he emptied his balls into
her.

   "Oh wow," Hoda exclaimed, "That was intense!  But I am ready for more.
Ramadan, are you going next?"

   "I think Sha'aban should go now, "Ramadan said, "If you are OK with big
one?"

   "Right now I think I could fuck an elephant, "She replied," I am so
horny."

   Sha'aban moved in front of her and things got really tight inside Hoda
as his huge prick worked its way into her.  He grabbed my hands and put
them on his hairy chest so that I could pinch his nipples, and leaning his
head on Hoda's shoulder he insisted that I kiss him, pushing his strong
tongue between my lips.  He whispered something to Ramadan, who stood up
and guided his cock between my lips and Sha'aban's.

   "It's good, yes?" Sha'aban mumbled, "Fuck girl and suck cock."

   "Oh God," Hoda cried, "I have never been so stuffed with cock.  Cock,
cock -- big cocks- Ahhhhh!.  " As she orgasmed Sha'aban's thrusts grew more
urgent, and then I could feel the throbbing sensation as he flooded her
womb with his cum.  Pulling his cock from her cunt he scrambled to his feet
and thrust it at our faces.  We both eagerly lapped at the sticky shaft and
I closed my lips over the plum-sized head.

   "Mmmmm," Ramadan said, looking on, "I think Muharram like cock, too,
Hoda.  Maybe you get him boyfriend with big cock when you get home?"

   "OK, now my turn to make baby," He continued, "But maybe do a little
different.  Now Hoda used to big cock we can do this."

   Pulling Hoda off me he redirected my still rigid cock into her very
squishy pussy, and said, "Now you hold my cock and push into pussy with
yours." I did just that- grasping the warm silky column and feeding it in
alongside mine.  The feeling of Ramadan's cock rubbing against mine, skin
to skin, inside Hoda was electric.  We humped and hugged and kissed as the
orgasmic crescendo built.  I was vaguely aware of Ragab and Sha'aban
caressing and stroking the three of us, but the center of everything was
the sensation of my rampant cock sharing the slippery sheath with this
beautiful man-tool.  It finally had to end, and I felt the warm gush of
Ramadan's seed washing my shaft as I had the most intense orgasm of my
life.

   "I think Hoda have baby now, no trouble," Ramadan said as the five of us
walked back along the beach.  "If you want more baby you come to Egypt
again and we have more fun, yes."

   Nine months later Hoda delivered a healthy, brunette, black-eyed son. 
Of course we didn't know for certain which of the guys was actually his
father, but when I look at his lean physique and perfectly sized and shaped
cock with the long foreskin- I think I know!