Alang and his three sisters had decided to spend the evening of the holy month of Ramadan together, catching up on old times as they broke their fast. The sisters had prepared a feast of traditional dishes, but as the women were setting the table, they couldn't help but steal glances at Alang, admiring his manly physique.
"You know, Alang has really grown up," whispered Along to Angah "Mmm he's become quite a man. Just look at the way his pants stretch tight over his plump package!"
Angah giggled. "You're right Along. Alang sure has developed...in all the right places. I wonder what that big bulge tastes like?"
Atih piped up excitedly, having overheard the hushed conversation. "Oooh, let's find out! It would be so much more fun than boring old food!"
The three women shared a mischievous grin, making an unspoken pact. After the Magrib azan sounded, they presented Alang with the spread of iftar dishes, acting natural. "Come sit, Alang! We prepared all your favorite foods."
As Alang made himself comfortable in one of the plush armchairs, the sisters surrounded him. "Before we eat, can we do something special? To bond our family closer together" Along said sweetly.
"Of course, anything for my beloved sisters," Alang replied. "What did you have in mind?"
Before he could react, the women pounced. With swift, practiced motions, they stripped Alang of his lower clothing, tossing his jeans and underwear aside, leaving him bare from the waist down. "What are you doing?!" he cried in shock, but his protests only seemed to encourage them.
"Shhh, just relax, brother," Angah cooed. "We're going to have a feast and taste of you."
"We've wanted to do this for so long," Atih admitted. "Your big cock looks absolutely delicious!"
Alang nearly fainted at the sight of his three sisters kneeling before him, their faces inches from his throbbing cock. "Noooo, stop! This is wrong!" he wailed, but the women took no heed.
Along wrapped her soft lips around his purpling crown and began to suckle, lapping up the salty-sweet creamy precum oozing steadily from the tip. "Mmmm! It's like seri muka!" she moaned.
Angah and Atih joined in, slurping lewdly. Initially timid, they grew bolder, suckling and licking his thick shaft and meaty balls, savoring them and the clumpy cream that pooled at the mushroom head, coating their tongues. Alang writhed, overwhelmed by the unimaginable sensations.
"Oh God oh Allah it's too much!" he babbled incoherently. "You're sucking me dry! Aarrggghh!"
But the women only redoubled their attention, sucking harder, faster, taking turns on the mushroom head, swallowing his essence as it spurted to the back of their eager throats. Alang's mind went blank from their oral onslaught, before nearly losing consciousness.
After a period of intense sensation, Alang lay there, his body numb. He saw his sisters gazing up at him, their expressions of contentment clear, their lips faintly glistening. 'This was much better than anything from the Bazaar Ramadan,' Along stated. 'I hope you'll be with us for every iftar this Ramadan, Alang.'
Alang could only nod dizzily in agreement, his body still pleasantly buzzing. They were brought closer together as a family in a way he never could have imagined. Contentedly, after pulling on his underwear and pants, he allowed his sisters to lead him to the table, where they would finally break their fast with actual food. However, he knew he would never look at Along, Angah, and Atih quite the same way again.
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