Kak Zainab tapped out a WhatsApp message, "Angah, Umi and Along need to go *berubat*, can you come and accompany both of us? We'll need to sleep over night at the place."
Rizal, a personal trainer, glanced at his phone. "Excuse me a sec," he muttered to his client, gesturing towards the gym's exit. The client nodded, resuming his reps.
He jabbed the call button. "Assalamualaikum, Umi. Saw your message. Where's this *berubat* place?"
"Mualaikusalam, Angah," Kak Zainab's voice crackled. "It's out of town, dear. We'll need to sleep there."
Little did Rizal know, this pilgrimage was a charade, woven with lust and desperation. Kak Zainab and Fira, Rizal's elder sister, craved Rizal's cock. Fira, ear pressed close to the phone, shared a knowing glance with her mother. Their partner in crime, a spiritual healer, had hatched this plan. Her secluded hut, nestled deep within the woods, had witnessed such family trysts before – mothers, sisters, even grandmothers, succumbing to forbidden desires.
The healer's doctrine was simple: the cum of a young male relative, particularly a brother or son, possessed rejuvenating properties. Consumed, it was the elusive fountain of youth, amplified by the relative's fitness.
"Okay, Umi. When are you planning to go?" Rizal's voice cut through their scheming.
Kak Zainab's heart leaped. "This coming Saturday, but we need to leave on Friday night, Angah."
"Alright, Umi, Friday night then. I'm assuming we're taking my car?"
Kak Zainab and Fira exchanged a silent, ecstatic dance. Composing herself, Kak Zainab replied, "Yes, Angah, that would be perfect."
"Okay, Umi, see you tomorrow night." The line went dead.
That night, sleep eluded both women, their minds consumed by the impending feast. Fortune favored them; Rizal, after his client's session, dedicated himself to leg day. The surge of testosterone would only fuel their seduction, ensuring they'd be swimming in Rizal's creamy treasure.
The following evening, Rizal arrived, dressed in a Kedah FC jersey and cotton sweatpants. "Umi? Along?" he called, as the door swung open.
Fira gasped, her gaze snagged on the unmistakable bulge straining against his sweatpants. She swallowed hard, picturing that meaty cock in her mouth.
"Along, you and Umi ready to go?" Rizal asked, oblivious.
"Just about, Angah. Umi is upstairs." In her mind's eye, she was already straddling him at the hut, devouring his cock.
"Angah! Here you go, can you please carry this to the car?" Kak Zainab appeared, handing him a bag.
Rizal obliged, unknowingly offering her a prime view of his bulging crotch. Kak Zainab's breath hitched. Like Fira, she envisioned herself buried between his thighs, nursing his engorged cock.
Moments later, they were on their way. Rizal's focus remained on the road, while Kak Zainab's eyes remained fixed on his crotch, the defined shape of his shaft and the unmistakable mushroom tip sending shivers down her spine.
Rizal, as always, placed his mobile phone between his thighs, just below his bulge. A call came in. Rizal glanced at his mother, intending for her to answer, but realizing the phone's location, hesitated.
Before he could react, Kak Zainab reached for it, her fingers grazing his package.
Rizal yelped. Kak Zainab's head swam, the sensation of his weight in her hand intoxicating. Firm, yet yielding. She imagined its feel and taste in her mouth.
She answered, her mind already at the hut, her throat working tirelessly on his cock. It was a client, cancelling due to a family emergency. Kak Zainab relayed the message, turning on the handsfree. Rizal acknowledged the request, and the call ended.
Kak Zainab, craving another touch, deliberately placed the phone back between his thighs, beneath his bulge. Rizal yelped again, his shaft now noticeably firmer. She was on the verge of lunging, of sucking him right there, but instead, their eyes met.
In Rizal's mind, the touch was accidental, insignificant. In Kak Zainab's, it was a deliberate act, a confirmation of his virility. Fira watched, a silent observer of their burgeoning desires.
A rest stop offered Rizal a reprieve. He needed to use the restroom. "Anyone else?" he asked. Both women eagerly agreed. The ladies' room was under repair, leaving only the gents. Rizal suggested they use it together, the late hour and empty surroundings making it seem acceptable.
Inside, Rizal entered a cubicle, Fira taking the one next to him. A small hole in the wall provided her with a perfect view. Rizal pulled down his sweatpants, revealing his glory.
Fira's breath caught. A large mushroom head, a plump shaft, and two weighty testicles. She imagined the milky goodness filling her stomach. She licked her lips.
A loud knock on her door startled her. She quickly exited, pulling her mother out.
"Umi, you won't believe what I saw!" she whispered, relaying the details.
Their excitement bubbled over.
Rizal emerged, noticing their flushed faces. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" they replied in unison. Kak Zainab ushered them back into the car, eager to resume their journey.
Rizal chuckled, oblivious to their true intentions.
They arrived at the healer's hut. She welcomed them, leading them to the living room. She whispered to Kak Zainab that the room was ready, and she had prepared a special concoction for Rizal, camouflaged as a drink for all three.
As Rizal drank, a wave of heat engulfed him. The healer signaled to Kak Zainab and Fira.
In the prepared room, a simple mattress awaited. Rizal, already drowsy, remained aware. The healer declared, "It's time."
Lying him down as if in a trance, they removed Rizal's sweatpants and briefs. Kak Zainab and Fira's eyes widened at the sight of Rizal's naked lower body, his muscular, hairy thighs spread apart. For the first time that night, both women saw the full extent of Rizal's manhood, which appeared meaty, and their anticipation grew unbearable. As they began to plunge their throats on his cock, Rizal offered a weak protest but was powerless to fend his mother and sister's hunger. The healer observed as they devoured him, his moans and their slurps echoing through the hut.
Kak Zainab and Fira milked Rizal to the very bone, three rounds each. The concoction he drank earlier, ensured his balls would replenished quickly, satisfying their insatiable hunger throughout the night.
In the end, Rizal lay in a daze, staring at the hut's ceiling, his testicles shriveled. Kak Zainab and Fira, drunk on his creamy cum, had truly gotten their fill.
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