Family and Friends Ch.

01
Writer: HornyPaki

I was going home.

My friends had thrown a party for me. Well, actually we partied every
week. My up- coming vacation was just a good reason to drink, dance
and mess around.

This particular night, I managed to get Sita, a 25 year old Sri Lankan
nurse, to come home with me. We were friends and sometimes
lovers, but nothing serious.

I sat naked on the sofa; my ass perched on the edge of the seat; legs
apart with a handful of Sita's long, silky, black hair, in my hand.

She knelt naked between my legs and worked her hands on my cock,
balls and thighs.

Her mouth was busy sucking and licking the sensitive tip of my 7 inch
circumcised prick. Her tongue lashing at the piss slit and shaft of my
man-meat, like it was her favorite ice cream. Sita knew how to give
head. 

My head was buzzing from the effects of the several beers, I had
consumed earlier, and I knew that I was going to take my time
Cumming; which made the whole thing that much more special.

"Umm!" Sita moaned before saying "Your meat is always so clean and
sweet....."

"Thanks babe" I smiled pulling gently on her hair and taking another
sip from a beer can.

"Don't dink too much" Sita said releasing my cock head from one of
her particularly deep sucks, and taking the beer can from my hand.

"I want some serious sucking and fucking before you head out to
Karachi" She added.
I pulled her to her feet and sat forward, pressing my face to one of
her large dark brown nipples and licked its hardness.

My fingers moved to the neatly trimmed bush between her legs and
soon found her erect clit nestled between the wet slimy lips of her
fuck box.

"Sita baby" I said between sucks of her nipples "Have I ever left you
unsatisfied?"

Her groan of pleasure, as my finger tips mauled her sensitive clit, was
the only answer I got.

She fell forward onto me, and we soon found ourselves stretched out
on the sofa, with Sita astride me happily bouncing up and down on
my Lund (cock) moaning and panting in pleasure. I let the dark
skinned beauty do the work. Taking in the sight of her dark thighs
astride my lighter skinned hips, and my pussy-juice-greased Lund
(cock) appearing and disappearing between her legs into the shinny
slit of her hot, fuck hole.

My hands were not idle. I manipulated and toyed with her nipples,
squeezed her large heavy breasts, and gave an occasional hard
upward thrust of my hips, just to keep the pleasure building inside
her.

Ten to fifteen minutes later, I was rewarded with her cries of imminent
orgasm.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" She sobbed panting and biting her fist "Oh fuck! Oh
Fuuuuccckkkk!" she squealed, as I felt her hot, tight, love hole,
squeeze my shaft hard, pulse and then cum.

The first time I had ever screwed Sita, I thought she had pissed on
me when she had orgasmed. I soon found out that she was a real
gusher where Cumming was concerned. 

Never experienced a woman like before or since.

Tonight was no exception, she was so wet and my belly, hips and balls
were drenched in her cum; reaching down; my fingers soon told me
that the liquid was too thick to be anything but cunt juice. I sucked on
my wet finger tips, as Sita watched me through half open, eyes. I
really like the taste of pussy juice.

Spent and panting she flopped down on me, and after catching
enough breath said "You didn't cum with me!"

I stroked her sweat covered back; squeezed and stroked her ass, my
cock still lodged deeply in her choot (pussy) and waited.

Ten minutes later, without withdrawing my prick, I turned her over

onto her back and lifted her legs up and pushed them back, her
ankles up by my ears, as I took hold of her waist and went to work
pumping her hard and deep with my dick.

She went wild as I fucked her harder and faster, her hands all over
my chest and clutching at my hips as she panted; but still didn't cum.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh! I'm dying" she sobbed "You're killing me! Cum!

CUM! CUM!" She pleaded, as I felt another orgasm rip through her
cunt.

I was on a roll. Dick hard as iron; balls still unwilling to give up their
cargo of cum and my head buzzing with the sensation of booze and
sex.

I flipped Sita over the arm of the sofa and fucked her hard and deep
from behind for another ten or twenty minutes. Despite the central
air-con, our bodies glistened with, and dripped sweat. My lust filled
mind was now only after one thing; pleasure. Her well fucked cunt
was not giving me the pleasure I craved, too fucked, too wet and
loose, so I switched holes, and with Sita's scream of protest in my
ears I forced my cock head past her sphincter and into her anus.

She sobbed as I savaged her asshole, but I was now well on my way
to my own orgasm and couldn't give a shit.

Her tight butt hole did the trick coaxing and sucking the juice out of
me. I came in thick hot dollops of spunk, her ass creamed by my
cock-juice and her sobbing replaced by a tell tale groan of pure
pleasure.

Sita liked it rough sometimes; and tonight was one of those times.

After I had pulled my prick out of her butt, wiping it on the firm
sweaty cheeks of her ass, I asked her to spend the night.

She agreed saying "I can't walk anyway you bastard! You really
fucked the hell out of me".

We showered together, kissing and feeling each other sensually as we

washed the sweat spunk and cunt juice off our bodies.

We then flopped into bed together and I was woken up, several hours
later by the delicious feel, of Sita's expert mouth, sucking freshly
made baby-seed out of my cock.

After such a great wake up call, it was only fair that I ate her pussy
till she begged me (several orgasms later), to stop.

I fucked sweet, hot Sita, one last time, doggy style; showered;
changed and headed off to the airport to catch my flight home.

A few hours after I had left my apartment in Dubai, I was exiting the
departure lounge of Karachi airport; pushing a suitably over-loaded
trolley, in front of me.

There waiting for me were my parents, younger brother Faisel, sister-

in-law Nadia and their sniffling rug rats Hamza and Sabeen. I could
see Faisel had been busy riding Nadia. She was the mother of two
after three years of marriage.

Garlanded with roses and jasmine garlands, and hugged by everyone

except Nadia, (this was a pity because she was a hot looking piece);
we all tumbled into the two brand new cars I had financed and
headed home.

As we turned into the posh D.H.A. residential suburb, I thought about

the middle class suburb we used to live in and felt proud to have
bought a new home for my parents in an exclusively upper class area.
Face it, we are all snobs.

A servant opened the gates to the compound and another one opened
the front door of the house.

I had been away too long. I almost didn't recognize the young
woman, standing in the drawing room, of my parent's newly
purchased house.

My surprised eyes drank in the luscious sight before me. My heart

missed a beat or two and my mouth went dry and then began to
water.

The jeans were perfect. Pelvic hugging, tight assed works of art!

Just that right waist band that hugs low under your belly button and,
shows enough skin to make any guy looking wonder, if you shaved or
creamed yourself, silky-baby smooth.

I found myself imagining me, knelt, in front of that smooth tanned

flesh, licking it softly, seeking the prickles of removed pubic hair.

She smiled and turned to take the tray, the cute looking, young maid
was bringing in, loaded with tea and snacks.

The jean wearing girl took the tray and walked forward to put it down.
As she turned her back to me I savored the view of her perfect butt,
in her tight jeans. Pear shaped and tantalizingly firm. I could make
out the lines of what I assumed, were the bikini briefs She was
wearing beneath her jeans.

I nearly lost my composure as she bent slightly and put the tray down
on the coffee table before me.

Butt crack would just be visible, if she bent over a bit more.

As for the top, she wore; a flimsy yellow blouse, with a couple of pink
rose buds embroidered on the front. They sat brazenly on her nipples;
a lacey half cup white bra worn beneath the blouse would leave any
guy fucked up and horny.

The blouse fought a losing battle with the Jean waist band, never
quite reaching it. That hint of silky smooth skin again and again

It certainly had my cock's attention.

This 19 year old, was built to tease, and if you were lucky, please the
fuck juice out of your balls.

A body that just left your jaw gapping , your cock hard as an iron
spike (straining to get out of the front of your khaki slacks) and your
mind racing with mad schemes about ways to get into her panties. 

I had died and gone to 'fuck-me-hard-wet-dream' heaven.

Then I realized that I was actually in hell.

The smiling, lynx eyed, tanned babe standing before me, with too
much sex appeal for one woman, was my sister.

When I had left Karachi, 5 years earlier, my sister Zainab had been
the usual awkward teenage girl; Pimples and an irritating habit of
asking the same question (slightly modified) again and again.

At 23 with a Dubai Business visa I was way too eager to get laid, get
rich and get out of Karachi to notice her as anything more, then a
pain in my neck.

Well, I had prospered in the U.A.E. Got laid (very often), got rich
(Loaded) and got my middle class family a few nice things along the
way.

I was a hero to my family. The boy, who made it and showered his
family with wealth, gifts and paid for the two marriages for my
siblings. Rida my elder sister, now married to pilot in the Air force and
based in Lahore and Faisel's marriage to Nadia.

"Hasn't she grown, Fahad?" My father asked smiling paternally at

Zainab as she poured the tea and smiled.

'Fuck Yes! In all the right places too!' I thought; but I said "Yes Papa,
a real lady now".

"Oh she can sow too and cook!" Faisel chimed in sitting beside Nadia
on the sofa.

"She made the blouse herself" Nadia added being.....well being what?
Helpful or...., something perhaps more sinister....

Something about Nadia's way of smirking made me wonder if she had

noted my un-brotherly appraisal of Zainab.

Perhaps she had but, if my cash hadn't bank rolled the family, Nadia
would not be sitting there with two brats either side of her. She owed
me something. 

I gave her a quick look over while sipping my tea. Not bad. Breasts a
bit larger then I liked but a trim, fit woman just the same. . I couldn't
blame Faisel for fucking her to two pregnancies. The woman was hot.
If Zainab hadn't blown my mind away, I would have been assessing
her assets sooner.

I wondered if she screamed out while he fucked her. 

"I don't understand fashion today" My mother said softly. "Girls seem
to show too much".

"Oh Ammi" Zainab said quickly "Its 2006 not 1806!"

I smiled at Zainab's outburst and noted that my sister-in-law was

giving me very hard looks.

After an hour or so of tea, snacks and gift giving (remember my over-

loaded trolley?) I was shown to the guest bedroom, on the ground
floor, just behind the dinning room. 

A giant king sized bed soon lulled me into a deep sleep, after I had
stripped, showered and pulled on a pair of very loose cotton boxer
shorts.

It was late evening when I felt someone shake my shoulder and wake
me up.

I turned onto my back, rubbing my eyes as the maid stood nervously

holding a cup of tea for me, looking anywhere but at my face. 

I saw her eyes dart down to my groin and saw her look away
embarrassed.

I had naturally woken up with the usual pre-piss-wake-up hard-on

and my shorts' slit was proudly allowing my 7 inch Lund to breath.

I smiled and thanked the maid, but did nothing to cover myself. I was
home for a month or so and well, if the maid could provide some
'entertainment' why not tease the choot a bit? Get her in the mood for
some serious deep penetration, so to speak.

"What's your name?" I asked sitting up and taking the tea-cup off her.

She had already turned to flee but answered "Beena Sir" before
hurrying out of the room.

The family and I did a lot of catching up over the next few days.

I took them to the malls and made a point of buying Zainab anything
she wanted.

I must confess that although she turned me on I wasn't trying to bed

her. She was after all my sister and well, I was not a total sinner. That
didn't stop me from checking her out or even flirting with her, though.

Nadia always gave me strange, knowing looks but said nothing to

spoil things.

I also picked up a few side glances, which told me that Nadia was
interested in me. Fuck my sister-in-law? Why not? She certainly
looked like she could drain a man dry and besides, it wasn't so bad,
from an incest point of view.
I noted Nadia in my 'To Screw" list just under Beena.

I am a healthy, normal guy. I don't work out, and I eat all the stuff
they say you should avoid, without obvious harm. Genetics or a high
sex drive keeps me fit. Whatever the reason, I am glad of it. I just
concentrate on keeping myself neat and clean; and try radiating
quiet, self-confidence. This and a willingness to spend cash, usually
'oils the wheels' of my 'seduction machinery'. 

I started to flirt innocently with Zainab. At least everyone seemed to

think it was 'innocent'. It took effort not to pat, pinch or grab her
butt, when she wore those jeans of hers. Even the thankful embraces,
I got off her, whenever I bought her something she 'desperately'
wanted, tempted me. How and why, she never noticed the 'hard-on'
her embraces produced, beats me.

My interest in Zainab was naturally, causing a build up of sexual need

inside me. The obvious target for releasing these needs was the maid
Beena.

She looked like she was in her late teens or early twenties. Average
height for a Pakistani girl, with a good body; Breasts just the size I
liked; trim waist; wide hips and a firm butt. 

She was from Multan, a city famous for dusky, hot women; that
matched the hot climate. Soon after my first 'exposure' to her in my
room, over a cup of tea, I made a few sneak passes at her, to test the
water. Sex mad I might be, but I am no rapist.

Things began moving quite fast from then onwards. I managed to

stroke, squeeze and pinch her butt a few times. Steal a kiss and a few
hot embraces. These actions allowed me to feel her firm, ripe;
mangos sized breasts, and slip a hand, down the front of her
shalwars, between her legs to her choot (pussy) to feel her up. I
discovered that she didn't wear panties, and that she had a shaved
cunt. 
Sniffing my fingers after my first exploration, I was pleased to smell a
fragrant soapy scent, not the 'fishy' smell I had experienced with
other maids, in my youth.

She always smelt of soap, washing-up liquid or detergent; my sex-

partners usually came smelling of some sort of exotic perfume.

Despite my coaxing, she was not willing to risk coming to my room.

In addition to being the maid, she also took care of the kids, so her
free time was limited and hence my options.

A 'quickie', hard and fast, with her pressed up against the store room
wall, late one afternoon, was my first, taste of her.

With my trousers unzipped and her shalwars tangled around her

ankles, I humped her as she rested her head on my shoulder, panting
and moaning in pleasure. My condom sheathed Lund (prick) pumped
in and out of her; getting an eager, wet and hot reception from her
willing fuck-hole. She may have been unmarried, but she was no
virgin. Not that I expected her to be. 

I had hoped to put such 'hurried desperation fucks' behind me when I

left college. Alas home a week and my balls would accept no further
delay; I had to fuck someone, no matter what.

Zainab was fucking my mind.

The pleasure of shooting my spunk into her, was not enough to satisfy
me, for longer then it took to fill the condom reservoir at the tip. I
wanted to feel a naked female body against mine. A few cash
incentives, would make her forget her fears and co-operate, I was
sure.

I was also decided to start making moves on Nadia. A lot of

compliments and a several 'accidental' brush-ups in the kitchen and
dinning room had certainly been well received. 

She was even dressing to 'show-off' her 'assets' a bit more. I was
impressed that she could fit into some of the shalwars Kamiz (Baggy
trousers and long shirt) suits she had; they seemed to struggle at the
seams, to keep her 40, 32, 36 Figure covered. 

Nadia dressed in the latest mini Kamiz with over-pleated baggy

shalwars, which were the current, hot fashion with the 'trendy' set.
Personally, I hate these type of shalwars; reminds me of a baby in
pampers, especially if (as was almost always the case) the crotch of
the shalwars is visible Thankfully, Nadia's mini kamiz just stretched
long enough to spare me that sight.

Faisel was clueless. Nadia certainly didn't tell him anything; and I
made my plans to give my sister-in-law a good, hard screw, without
any feelings of guilt. If I didn't nail her, someone else would. She
certainly wasn't acting the loyal, pious wife around me. Who knew
what she got up to when I and the family weren't around?

One morning as I was dressing in my room, I heard a knock at the

door and Nadia ask "Fahad bhai, are you dressed?" 

I said clearly "Sure Nadia, what's up?"

I had deliberately left my trousers half way down my thighs; as Nadia

entered my room, I made sure that she got a good view, of my white
bikini briefs and the bugling package in them, as I leisurely pulled my
trousers up. Sexual thoughts of Beena had produced a semi hard-on
which in this situation served to increase my bulge size considerably.

"Oh!" Nadia said with a start shutting her eyes quickly, but only after
taking a good look at the lump in my bikini fronts, "I thought you
were dressed" She explained..

"No problem Nadia" I said smiling wickedly "I won't tell if you don't"

She smiled, and then giggled, putting a hand to her mouth as she
looked at me. There was a glint of mischief in her eyes. I had seen it
before in other girls I had seduced.

"You are so naughty Fahad" She said sweetly "I bet you tease lots of
girls".
"Tease...?" I said softly "that is only a small part of what I DO, to sexy
girls like you Jaan (Darling)'.

My meaning was clear enough and she got it clearly enough too.

"Don't forget I am your sister-in-law" She said softly as I moved

towards her and slowly pushed my bedroom door closed.

"I would never forget you Jaan, or who you are" I said slipping an arm
around the small of her back and easing her towards me.

"No." She protested weakly, her voice betraying her insincerity even
as she spoke "We mustn't".

"Mustn't do what?" I asked stoking her back gently while tightening

my embrace.

"We mustn't do this?" I asked kissing her neck softly

"Or maybe you mean this?" I said teasingly nibbling on her right ear
lobe.

"We mustn't....." She began before I silenced her with a soft full kiss
on the mouth.

She responded. Her body pressing to mine as my hands stroked and

embraced her body. Her arms went around my neck, as she soon
accepted my kiss.

I kissed her passionately, my tongue seeking and finding hers. I

eased her slowly around; still kissing and holding her until, I had her
back towards the bed and slowly walked her backwards to it. As her
legs touched the side of my bed, she seemed to gather her senses
and pushed me away.

"No! NO!" She said releasing herself from my embrace "I am married
to your brother".

"Bullshit!" I said softly "You are too good for him"

"He is still my husband and I am still his wife" She said her eyes
telling me how much she wanted me.

"If you were not...? If I had met you before him...?" I asked, letting
the questions sink in.....

"Oh you .....You're confusing me...it's not fair," She stumbled over the
words, pushed her way past me, and left the room. 

When I came out for my breakfast, I was told by my mother, that

Nadia had taken off, without saying anything to anyone.

I ate my breakfast with a smile on my lips. I was not worried about

Nadia telling anyone anything. 

What I was though was hard and horny .....

I gave Beena a sly wink as she poured me more tea. My mother,

reading the newspaper opposite me (across the dinning table), didn't
notice my hand slide up the back of Beena's thighs, up under her
kamiz to her firm butt. My fingers gave a buttock a slow hard
squeeze; my fingers slipping the material of her shalwars between her
buttocks. Beena gave a gasp, and shot my mother a worried look,
before moving quickly away from me.

Later that morning; After much coaxing and foreplay, I had Beena
bent over the sink in my bathroom, totally naked (finally), while I
plunged and fucked my condom covered cock, into her choot from
behind, with a great deal of pleasure and a lot of bent up energy.
After 10 minutes of this enjoyable workout, I put the toilet seat down
and sat on the pot; making Beena sit astride me; I told her to take
hold of my man-meat, guide and sheath it in her fuck box, with her
own sweet hands.

I was certain, that she had never done it this way before. After some
sucking, on her dark brown full nipples; and butt slapping of her full
brown ass; I got her to ride me; Making her bounce her ass until she
soaked my cock in fuck-juice, and I came in her.

I heard my mother reprimanding Beena, a while later, for taking so

long to clean my room, Mother obviously had no idea that Beena had
been, 'emptying' more then the wastepaper bin, in my room.

I spent the afternoon phoning friends and making plans to get

together. Some of my friends were women and some of them had
shared 'intimate' moments with me.

Everyone it seemed was now married, although one guy was divorced
and sounded bitter. Then there were simply those in the 'lost contact'
bracket. As expected, it was easier to arrange hang outs with male
friends. The females either couldn't or wouldn't, but what the heck.

I was taking a nap when Nadia came home, and didn't see her until
dinner time. She was quiet, but not cold, and obviously was confused
and unsure about how to handle the situation with me.

I smiled and winked at her, intending to add to her confusion.

Everyone as usual was too busy to notice.

Later that night, with the area suffering another power cut, I stood on
the balcony outside the upstairs T.V. lounge, thinking about what I
had planned for Beena later that night. I had fixed a time, when I
would expect her to come to my room for some further fucking.

I heard the mosquito-netting door slide open and turned to see Nadia
standing there in the doorway. She closed the netting door and took a
few steps towards the railing where I sat casually, one foot off the
ground.

She stood silently for a few minutes. While I was straining to catch
the sound of anyone nearby or approaching, as she stood moving her
weight, from one foot to the other. She was fidgeting with her wrist
watch.

"Fahad" She said finally and so softly, I could barely hear her.

I leaned forward turning my ear to her and asked "Yes Jaan".

"Fahad" She whispered "Do you really like me or am I just another

girl to you?"
I smiled at her naivety... which in the dark; with no moon; she
probably couldn't see.

"Jaan (darling) You could never be 'just-another-girl' to me" I lied.

I reached out my hand and gently touched her hand, squeezing it

gently.

She put a hand on mine and squeezed it gently.

I had her.

Before I could get Nadia's panties off and get into her, things
happened that distracted my scheming and dreaming. Rida flew in
with her husband and baby son, from Lahore, and for the next few
days, I was dragged all over the place to meet people.

I am not a fool. The people I was 'meeting' all seemed to have

daughters hanging around in clear view, who all happened to be
'accomplished' and 'unmarried'

My parents were 'easing me' towards the idea of marriage. 

While a few of the girls were hot enough, I was not going to be set up
and tied down just yet. I had plans that needed freedom.

"Think about it'. My sister Rida said "You're not getting any younger
and you have established yourself financially".

I nodded non-committedly as we sat in the T.V lounge, early one

morning, and smiled at my rather unhappy looking brother-in-law.

Later, taking me aside my brother-in-law (Tariq) whispered in my ear

"Can I borrow your room later?"

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Had he managed to talk Beena

or Nadia into a 'quickie'? Air Force uniforms seemed to break down
resistance, I had always noticed.

"Come on Yaar! My ex-girlfriend is in town, and you are all going out.
Fuck man! Rida bloody rations her pussy, since she had the baby" He
whispered with passion. The fact that the 'pussy' being mentioned
was my sister's didn't embarrass him at all. He was true-blue Fauji
(Military) from his boot straps to his cadet-cut hair-style; Blunt and
fearless.

"Okay" I said "Use the room Tariq, but what about me? Why not have
a 'threesome'?"

If we were going to be total 'Yaars' (Dudes) together, why mess

around with niceties?

Tariq smirked "Yaar! If I can get the bitch to agree, you can fuck her
senseless with or without me; but not today. I've got a month's
supply of spunk to dump, and I will have to sweet talk her into giving
you some pussy" Tariq said.

So that evening, while I and everyone else were out, Tariq banged his
ex in my bedroom.

I spent an utterly boring evening with friends in a Chinese restaurant

talking about old times and feeling grateful when we all said good bye
to each other and parted company.

I got home to find the bed made, but the sheets showed clear signs of
heavy sexual activity and for some strange reason, the ex had left her
rinsed, black panties in the wash basin of my bathroom. I hoped that
this was a signal of sexual consent to me.

Tariq had a smug, satisfied and tired look on his face, as he winked at
me over dinner. My hopes were raised by this gesture of his. Sadly
they were soon dashed.

"Sorry Yaar" He said as we smoked a joint on the up-stairs balcony

later that night. "She wouldn't go for it"
"Pity" He added taking a deep drag on the joint "I like orgies". 

Despite my requests; Beena was reluctant to risk even a 'quickie'

against the wall. There were simply too many people coming in and
out of the house. Finding time was impossible for her.

Finally, Rida, baby and Tariq went home. My room got used a few
more times by Tariq and his ex, but if he tried to persuade her to let
me fuck her, he didn't succeed.

After Rida and Tariq left, there was no slow down in pace. There now
seemed to be a series of return visits from the parents of girls, my
parents had found 'interesting'.

I smiled politely and made sad eyes at Nadia, during these 'tea and
snacks' visits which made her smile compassionately. 

I went along with the whole thing just to please my parents. They
were enjoying themselves entertaining people, and discussing each
girl and her family (naturally the family couldn't be ignored), as if
they were buying a house or a new car.

"Well, she was nice" Nadia offered; as we all sat in the drawing room
one evening. We had just finished entertaining yet another 'candidate'

"Double M.A. in English" She continued "Sana. That was her name,
was also quiet cute; Just your type".

'Forget the double M.A.' I thought 'Can she suck cock and fuck a guy
dry?'

I said however, giving Nadia a meaningful look "The loveliest one is

already taken"

Nadia smiled at the compliment.

My mother however, suddenly became perplexed and asked "Is there

someone you like already?"

I had not meant to be over heard and certainly, the deep discussion
everyone else seemed to be involved in had made me careless.

I was uncomfortably aware that everyone (parents, sister, brother and

Nadia) were all looking at me expectantly.

"Too late Ammi" I said with a smile deciding to brave it out.

"She is already married with kids" I added attempting to make a

brave, wounded smile.

"Oh Behta!" My mother sighed "You should have told us sooner".

The family went back to discussing 'candidates' and Nadia gave me a

very loving look that anyone seeing, would have assumed was
compassion for a broken heart..

Beena was in my room early next morning by 2 am, as planned

earlier, and I had a great time stripping her and encouraging her to
strip me. I started teaching her to suck my cock.

She knelt reluctantly on the bed and leaned over to lick the tip of my
cock with a great deal of hesitation.

"It is not healthy to do this" She protested adding "You piss from
here, I might get sick".

"No one ever died from sucking cock" I replied, wondering if anyone
actually had ever died doing it. Drowning maybe?

She tasted the tip and seemed surprised at the taste "You taste salty-
sweet" she remarked; after her tongue had gingerly tasted a pearl
drop of pre-cum on my piss slit.

I took her hand and showed her how to handle and stroke the shaft of
my manhood.

She was not the best cock sucking student in the world, but she at
least did as directed.

I soon had her pumping me, as she sucked my cock head and stroked
my ball sack.

I lay naked on my back on the bed, casually stroking her butt and
teasing the slit of her fuck box. She obliged me, by moving to let my
hand feel all her ass and cunt. She felt prickly, her pubes were
sprouting. On a sudden impulse, I made her position her choot over
my face and finger-fucked her pussy. The smell was not bad at all.
She had obviously freshly soaped and washed herself and the smell of
pussy eager to be fucked, is one I like anyway.

She stopped sucking and looked back at me. I lifted my head and
used my tongue to lash her clit a few times. She gasped and
shuddered, trying to move away, but I held her butt tightly and
started to suck and lick her choot to orgasm.

"Suck" I hissed at her between long laps at her gapping pink slit. 

She did so but kept stopping, moaning and moving a hand down to
her own clit. Her eager fingers played with it, as I sucked and licked
her.

My hands held her buttocks apart and I licked the flesh between up to
her anus. This threw some kind of switch in her, because she suddenly
straightened up, and squashed her choot down on my mouth, oozing
cunt juice over my lips.

I had to push her onto her side in order to breath and lap up the
sticky cum she was leaking out.

"Oh Sahib! How could you? No one has ever put their mouth on my
choot before or licked my butt hole." She said as she recovered from
her orgasm.

I licked her slit slowly and asked her if she had liked it.

"Yes! It was amazing!" She sighed and then sitting up she asked with
concern if she had been clean enough. "I washed three times before
coming to your room. I know that you like me to be clean".

"You were. Now go and wash your face and choot and get back into
bed" I said gently pushing her.

I joined her in the bathroom as she was toweling her pussy dry and
cleaned myself up.

A few minutes later, Beena was bucking under me, on top of the bed;
her legs wrapped around my waist as I sucked her breasts; kissed her
neck and rammed my cock, again and again into her hot welcoming
fuck-hole. My hands moved from her hips to garb her firm butt as I
increased my pace, until with a snort and gasp of satisfaction, I
unloaded my seed into her.

By the time the Morning Prayer call, was sounding through the
neighborhood, I was showered and asleep in my bed; while Beena
had scurried off to her quarters a little richer in experience and in
cash.

I was late getting up. It was almost lunch time by the time I had
shaved showered and dressed in a casual shalwars-kamiz (long knee
length shirt over baggy trousers).

No one said anything about my lateness; after all, I was on vacation.

My father and brother were at the general store they ran in Khudda
Market and Zainab was as usual, out with friends.

"I wonder what she eats, when she is out?" my mother commented.

"So do I Ammi, so do I" I replied winking slyly at Nadia who nearly

spat out the water she was drinking before giving me a hard
mischievous look.

My mother looked at us both, shrugged and said "I don't know what is
so funny".

"What did you mean?" Nadia asked a little while later, as she and I sat
sipping orange juice, watching T.V. in the T.V lounge.
"You KNOW Jaan" I said reaching down to rub my groin meaningfully.

"You're so naughty! That is your sister you're talking about" Nadia

reprimanded me sternly, before grinning.

"Sister or not, she looks hot; the guys she 'hangs out with', are all out
to fuck her and she certainly dresses to get them horny". I said
"Besides a little 'cock-sucking' and 'choot licking' wouldn't hurt
anyone; but I'm sure you already know that Jaan (Darling)".

Nadia was staring at me with her mouth open in exaggerated shock.

"Fahad!!! That is your sister!" She said in a half whispered.

"She's a woman isn't she?" I shrugged "Why should we guys be the

only ones, getting 'some sex' before marriage? If it itches, scratch it, I
say"

Nadia sipped her orange juice and looked away.

I finished my glass of juice and went to put the empty glass in the
kitchen sink.

When I returned to the T.V lounge, Nadia wasn't there; I smiled to

myself; shrugged and headed downstairs again to my room.

Then I heard Nadia telling Beena, to take care of the children as I was
taking her out for some work.

I looked at her with surprise as she walked quickly down the hall to
the front door saying as she went "I hope you have your wallet filled
with cash, we're off shopping"

I drove the car slowly down the lanes and roads that connected my
family home to the main avenue.

"So Jaan, where are we off to" I asked as I turned onto the avenue
and picked up speed
"Anywhere you like" She said giving me a sly look through smoldering
eyes; the woman was in flirting with me.

"Umm" I said 'Park Towers, Forum, Uzmas...?"

"Why not Tariq road and Dolmens" She suggested. So off we headed
to Tariq road.

Now the thing about 'Dolmens' is the sheer size of the place. You
could spend days wandering around it, and still not manage to see
every shop, boutique and shoe store there.

I walked around with Nadia, while she slowly window shopped, and
guided me in the direction she wanted to head.

I took advantage of the opportunity to check her butt out, on the

escalators, and scan the other women slowly moving around window
shopping. Some were ultra-trendy with jeans and short-tight
sleeveless t-shirts, some were just trendy and then there were what I
call, the "Ninjas" With only their eyes showing from their Hijabs.
Some of those eyes showed a great deal of mischief, I must add. 

(I often think that Pakistani men underestimate the sex appeal of

local women. I was never turned on by blonde hair, blue eyes and
foreign accents, like my friends were. I also think westerners have an
idea that Pakistani women are frigid. As I hope these stories will
show, that is far from the truth. Pakistani women just need to have
their 'buttons' pressed in a certain sequence. Plus, and this is
important, they don't like being bragged about as 'great lays'.
Reputation is sacred.)

Finally we ended up at a boutique, which had semi-frosted (cut,

engraved) glass windows. The frosting blocked the full view of the
interior; from about two feet from the floor, for three feet and then
the glass was clear again.

The sign on the door said very explicitly "Ladies only". The display
that could be seen through the bottom two feet of glass was clear
enough. Various types of lingerie were on offer. The human body
forms, showed several types of revealing bras and panties as well as a
selection of 'baby-doll' nighties

Nadia smiled at me and pointed at the sign "Sorry; boys aren't

allowed" and then entered.

I stood outside the boutique for maybe half an hour, being watched
constantly by a security guard, who folded his arms and raised an
eyebrow at me as we made eye contact.

He probably thought I was a pervert or something; but so long as I

wasn't licking the glass or jerking off at the display of black bikini
panties, he was powerless to do anything.

Nadia popped her head around the door and said "The lady says you
can come in to pay"

The bill was high and the bag Nadia was handed didn't seem to justify
the money I was parting with.

"Your wife has great taste, sir" The attractive salesgirl said as she
handed me back my credit card. "Enjoy your vacation".

The security guard walked slowly away as Nadia and I exited the
boutique. Obviously, I was not the 'pervert' he had suspected.

"Wife Jaan...?" I asked with a smile

"Well, how else was I going to get you in there? I told her we were
going to the Maldives for a second honeymoon. Besides, I saw you
scanning the racks and displays of underwear, stockings and bras"
She said "See anything nice?"

"Several things I would love to see on you" I countered with a wink of

my eye.

True enough. The stuff was straight out of 'Victoria's Secrets' and the
mannequins displaying them were anatomically correct in every
detail. But the real female form, especially Nadia's can't be replicated
to the same erotic level.
"'Wife' and 'second honeymoon', I like the sound of that" I said
slapping Nadia on the butt playfully.

"Fahad!" She gasped "remember where you are".

If anyone saw us, they paid no attention to us.

It was after four pm, and Nadia suggested that we stop off in the
Nursery area of town, at a hotel for coffee or tea.

The hotel was probably a four star and certainly felt welcoming. The
receptionist said nothing as I booked a room and handed over the
required ID and credit card. I got the impression that this hotel was
used to couples 'checking-in' without luggage.

Nadia had made no objection, as I had headed right to the reception;

instead of left to the clearly visible coffee shop. Today was going to be
the day I gave my sister-in-law a ride.

The room was neat, clean and air-conditioned with a good sized
bathroom and king-sized bed.

As soon as we entered, I rang room service for tea and a bottle of

mineral water, and then I took Nadia in my arms and kissed her
slowly and softly on the lips, neck and ears. Her short shoulder length
hair was silky smooth and smelled of apples.

""OH!" Nadia moaned "I must be mad".

"Jaan, I wish I had met you before Faisel married you...." I lied.

A knock on the door and arrival of the room service waiter,

interrupted our 'romance'.

We let the tea get cold as I sat down on the sofa in the room and
pulled Nadia onto my lap. 

My hands roamed with total freedom over her body. Squeezing and
stroking breasts, thigh and buttocks, while she kissed me with her
mouth open and our tongues dancing with each other. My hand
moved onto her tummy and after a few strokes up and down her
inner thighs, I soon hand my hand down the waistband of her
shalwars and onto her panty covered pussy, My fingers had no trouble
moving between her legs to the 'entry-point' of her choot and I felt
the heavy dampness of her crotch and pressed hard on the damp
fabric that covered her slit.

She broke the kiss and moaned as I kissed her neck and started to
work my hand under her panties to her fuckhole. My index finger slid
into her already well lubed choot.

If my brother was giving her regular fucking, then she was a girl with
bigger needs then he met.

"No! Not your finger I want your cock in me" She panted her hands
reaching to grip and tug on my hard erect Lund.

I lifted her with some effort and carried her to the bed. Dumping her
on it, I stripped as she slid her shalwars and panties down.

I took her on the bed, her butt on the edge; her white pussy juice
soaked panties and shalwars on the floor and me naked between her
legs sending my cunt buster, deep and hard into her burning hot
pussy. I had no condoms and was actually glad of that. It is a fact
that condoms although essential in AIDS prevention, limit stimulation
gained from a hot hard cock pumping a gripping wet cunt. Still, use a
condom; play smart.

Nadia showered my face with kisses and moaned in ecstasy as I

gripped her firm ass and slammed into her mercilessly.

If Beena hadn't been draining my balls, I doubt that I could have

lasted as long as I did, before shooting my load into my sister-in-law.
She shuddered and came just as the first molten shots of spunk
blasted from my balls deep into her waiting womb. It was perfect

We both lay panting and catching our breath on the bed as we

recovered from our first round.

"Oh wow!" Nadia said "That was so great. I haven't felt this great in
years"

My suspicious mind, took this to mean that Faisel, had not popped her
cherry. But so what, she was a great fuck and he was lucky to have
access to her. Faisel was no movie star, 'look wise' and had no great,
dazzling personality either.

After several minutes, Nadia got up stripped her kamiz (shirt) and bra
off and walked naked into the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and
the shower go on and decided to join her.

She hadn't locked the door and seemed very happy to see me as I
stepped into the shower behind her. I took the soap and pressed my
chest against her back as my hands soaped and washed her large
slightly sagging breasts and then her tummy before delving between
her legs to wash and tease her clit, slit and hole.

All this time Nadia braced herself against the wall of the shower
cubical, with her hands and sighed softly and contentedly.

She turned to face me and washed my chest, arms stomach and groin
paying special attention to my cock, her soapy hands were bringing it
back up to a hard hungry state and I embraced her, pressing my cock
against her belly as she soaped my butt and I soaped hers.

"You're bigger then Faisel....and thicker" She said as she resumed

stroking my cock.

"Ever sucked a man's cock?" I asked

In answer, she rinsed the soap off me, turned the shower off and
knelt down and started to give my cock a lot of long loving licks.
Obviously, she had done oral before.

I savored the feel of her tongue on my shaft and guided her hand to
my ball sack telling her to handle them gently. She needed no advice
from me.

Nadia could have made a living cock sucking, she was simply that
good.
"Turn around" she said 

I did and felt one of her hands tease my ball sack from behind before
reaching between my legs, to stroke and pump my manhood for
almost five minutes. My surprise though was yet to come, with her
other hand she pulled at one of my butt cheeks and then gave my
butt crack a long deep lick with her tongue. I came in the shower as
she licked and probed my butt hole with her tongue; Shooting my
spunk over her pumping hand and onto the floor of the shower
cubical.

She hadn't learned that from Faisel, I would bet my life on it.

As she licked the drops of semen from her hand she stood up and said
"Now you do the same to me. I want my cunt and asshole licked until
I cum all over your handsome face brother-in-law"

We had one more quick shower and then Nadia went and lay face
down on the bed, with two pillows under her hips to bolster her cunt
and butt up.

I knelt behind her and ran my finger along the absolutely smooth
crease of her cunt slit and butt crack.

"Umm" She moaned "I see you've done this before".

The first taste of her pussy slit was fresh and clean, as I licked it and
toyed with her clit, the taste changed as she started to leak pussy
juice. It was tangy, slightly metallic and the scent of her choot made
my nostrils flair. She smelled great. The scent alone made my cock
harden rapidly to a full stand. It was the most erotic scent I have ever
smelt off a woman. Believe me, I have licked and sucked women of
many races and nationalities but this woman's scent was giving me a
high.

She reached back still sighing and panting, and pulled her buttocks
apart to show her little rosebud like anus. I reluctantly trailed my
tongue up from her sopping pussy to her twitching butt hole.
Whatever I expected, it wasn't what I tasted. Sweaty but not
repulsive and I soon found that I could dart my tongue into her anus
without tasting anything remotely revolting.

I licked and sucked cunt and butt hole for maybe twenty minutes
before Nadia rolled onto her back and grabbed my hair, pulling my
head hard between her legs and my mouth firmly against her
fuckhole.

"Suck" She commanded hoarsely "I'm almost there. Suck my pussy

dry"

I started to, and used an index finger to probe and tease her butt hole
as my other hand's thumb moved rapidly over her erect clit.

She came with a gasp and groan, arching her back as my mouth was
filled with slimy sweet pussy cum.

My cock was hard and leaking, I climbed on the bed between her legs
with every intention of fucking her till my balls were dry.

"No" She said panting "Come to the bathroom".

There, with the water splashing down her body she bent forwards in
the shower cubical and said "I want it in my gaand (ass)".

I stepped in and took up position to enter her rectum, but she

stopped me saying "Soap it first; I don't want that monster ripping
me apart".

Generously soaping your hard cock in the shower with the water
running, is not as easy as it sounds, finally I aimed a soapy prick at
an equally soapy butt hole and eased forward ever so slowly.

With Sita in Dubai it had been different. She, I knew, was no anal
virgin but where Nadia was concerned, I wasn't too sure. I gave my
brother Faisel no marks for imagination or sexual adventurism. But a
girl who could suck cock like Nadia did was a woman with experience;
it was only a matter of 'if' that included butt-pumping.

My Lund though made slow but steady progress past her sphincter
and into her rectum. She sobbed as I entered her, but made no
protest and certainly didn't tell me to stop.

I fucked her with slow thrusts until the need to come made me shaft
her harder and deeper until I came.

After that we showered together stopping to kiss passionately before

soaping each other again.

On the way home, I asked her if anal sex had hurt her.

"I am sure, that an experienced man like you can tell that you were
not the first man to do it to me. But you are the biggest I have had"
She said sleepily.

"Faisel?" I asked

She laughed "Faisel in too boring for that. He simply climbs on top
and pumps away" She answered. "Besides. If I suggested oral or anal
to him he would probably freak out and go crying to your mother".

It always amazes me how people tell you the most personal things
after sex.

Once home, we joined the family for dinner and I noted that Nadia sat
with a little discomfort on her dinning table chair.

Well, the deed was done. I had nailed Nadia and you know something,
I actually began to like her a lot more then before. I realized though
that Faisel was going to have to start experimenting in bed, before
Nadia started taking lovers like me.

I went to bed earlier then usual that night, I was simply fucked out.

A month had passed pretty quickly. A great deal had happened and
my sexual needs had been taken care of by the house maid and also,
unexpectedly by my sister-in-law.

I met up with my friends a few times even gave an ex girlfriend (now

married to a friend) a good stand up fuck in the corner of our old
college compound, where she was now a lecturer on English
Literature, for 'old-times-sake'. It had been the make out spot for
almost everyone and from the discarded condoms littering the
ground, it still was. Why the faculty administration never cut the two
massive banyan trees, that kept the corner secluded, I will never
know.

I had not forgotten about Zainab, during this time. It would be hard
to do that. Besides, I was not making much effort to curb, my
incestuous thoughts, about her. In fact the reverse was happening; I
was fantasizing about fucking her in every position imaginable.

Everything she did and wore made it obvious that she was a very 'hot'
girl.

She too, favored the 'trendy style' of dressing, with the exception that
she tied her shalwars low on her hips. The sight of a thin almost
thread-like ,panty waist-band through the high slits at the side of her
kamiz shirt tails, always made me smirk and think un-brotherly
thoughts. I saw her more and more as a cock tease and less and less
as a sister.

If she wasn't my sister, I would be trying my utmost to sink my

manhood in her tight choot.

She had male friends; I had found out; and she hung out with her
'friends'. Had some lucky guy plucked her cherry yet? The idea
fascinated me. No. It obsessed me. If she had lost it, how had it been
busted?

I had faked feeling unwell for a few days, after screwing Beena and
Nadia in the space of 36 hours, in order to recharge my batteries.

My mother agreed, that I did look a little pale and had lost weight,
since returning home for my vacation.
Nadia also looked tired out after our afternoon in the hotel room.

"You two must have eaten something while you were out" My mother
said reprovingly.

'If only you knew ....!' I thought to myself.

My mother insisted on serving me my meals in bed, fussing over me

and generally annoying me with 'traditional-home-remedies' that
made me feel sick; poetic justice I guess.

After two days of bed rest, I had had enough. I was also eager for
some serious screwing. I hopped out of bed early one morning and
was at the breakfast table before everyone else.

Beena gave me a warm smile as my hand passed up the back of her

highs and onto her ass, as she set a plate of eggs and plate with a
fresh Parata (Unleavened bread lightly fried) before me.

"Sorry sahib" She said softly, as my fingers sought to probe between

the top of her thighs and give her cunt a little teaser with my fingers,
"I am having my periods"

No pussy, but I could always ask her to suck my cock. Somehow, as

horny as I was, a blow job didn't appeal to me, just then.

As the family all turned up for breakfast the usual 'question and
answer' session about my health ensued and they all seemed happy,
that I was feeling well again.

Nadia smiled very warmly and asked me if I could take her out again,
for some shopping. My prick leapt at the prospect of another
afternoon of sex with Nadia, but Faisel said he would take her,
instead. Frustrated!

My mother also had plans of going out so by noon, I found myself

quite alone at home. Beena had taken the afternoon off and I was
after all, a bachelor at heart. Lunch for me was a cheese and tomato
sandwich and a glass of milk.
As I was all alone, I simply slipped on a pair of loose boxers and an
old favorite T-shirt with the slogan (HUG ME) all but faded. I looked
like a survivor of a ship wreck but I was comfortable.

My solitude was disturbed by the Zainab, who appeared out of her

room as I was sprawled out on the sofa in the upstairs lounge
watching a movie on cable. She was 'almost' wearing a knee length
off-the-left shoulder, blue T-shirt with the word 'Fcuk" printed boldly
across the bust. I saw no bra strap on the revealed left shoulder and
concluded there was no strap because there was no bra.

Her hair was uncombed and she had obviously just woken up.

"Where is everyone?" she asked sounding slightly annoyed and absent

mindedly scratch her groin.

"Out" I answered as she sat down heavily on the sofa in front of me

and crossed her legs. Unknown to her, her XXL t-shirt spread with her
knees and revealed a great deal of her inner thighs to my eyes. Her
ankles blocked the 'real' view, though.

"Fuck I need an aspirin" She said unconcerned at my presence.

I stood up, and offered to get her one.

When I returned she was lying on her stomach on the sofa, her head
resting on a hand that rested on a cushion. She was flicking channels
aimlessly.

I had a chance to admire her; she absently put the remote down and
reached to give her left buttock a good hard scratch. Probably without
thinking, she hiked her t-shirt up and scratched the firm soft brown
flesh harder. Her pink panties just managed to cover her ass. They
were either an old pair, or she liked her panties tight. Either way she
was a dream to see.

I walked slowly into the lounge and handed her the aspirin and a
glass of water. She sat up, not the least worried or embarrassed at
having shown her butt to me. Perhaps in her just waken state she was
simply unaware of it. My boxers' slit was parted now by a very hard
cock. It was lucky the old T-shirt hid the shaft and cock tip from
Zainab's view.

I sat down beside her as she took the e aspirin and drank the water.

"Heavy night?" I asked casually assuming her later rising and

headache to something sinister like a drink party, maybe with a bit of
foreplay if not sex?

She put the glass down and leaned her head on my shoulder yawning
as she propped her legs up and put he hands between her them. She
didn't care that this bared her legs for my hungry eyes.

I put my own hands in my lap to hide the bulge in my t-shirt caused

by my erect throbbing cock.

Zainab's unwashed hair smelled of something very familiar to me,

Hashish.

"Smoking joints nowadays" I said, trying to keep my voice light and

non-judgmental

She said nothing but shrugged her shoulders; probably waiting for a
lecture.

"If you have a joint, at least share it" I said seriously

Zainab sat up and looked at me with a half smile "You serious?"

I nodded "Fuck! I'll give the cash for some good hash or decent
booze, if you have a link" I offered smiling warmly. 

"Cool Yaar" Zainab said resuming her position on the sofa, only now
her legs were slightly parted, and her hands rested on her stomach.

We chatted the rest of the afternoon. My arm was draped around her
shoulder in a 'brotherly' fashion but my hand longed to seize and
squeeze the firm breast millimeters away from my finger tips. My
eyes made out the slight bump of a nipple, through the cotton t-shirt
and I licked my lips, as she continued to lean her head against my
shoulder and chat about her life, friends and plans for the future. The
sound of the driveway gates opening alerted us to the return of some
family member.

"Shit!" Zainab exclaimed "Ammi will freak if she sees me dressed like
this"

I too headed for my room, anxious not to be seen with my dick

poking out. I just got into my room as my mother opened the front
door.

..................... The house hummed to the usual rhythm of life till

dinner time. 

Nadia had made her 'special' rice dish which everyone appreciated
especially me.

"This is so tasty!" I exclaimed "Nadia, there is magic in you. Faisel

you are a lucky man".

Faisel beamed as he spooned the rice greedily into his mouth and I
slid my foot out of my house slippers, and played 'footsie' with Nadia's
feet and stroked her legs, while repeating the words "Pure magic in
you, Nadia"

The rest of the family thought it was the food; Nadia understood my
real meaning and smiled at me warmly.

The rest of the evening went as usual, although I noted that Nadia
bent much lower then necessary, when handing me my tea. This gave
me a generous view of her breasts through her low cut neckline.

I was fast asleep when someone lay down beside me and shook me
awake.

I was in my usual loose boxers with the usual hard-on, poking

through the slit in front.

I felt a soft small female hand, eagerly pumping my dick as my eyes

adjusted to the light and I saw Nadia smiling at me
"Come on!" she whispered "Fuck me hard. I have been hot for you all
day. Just try and be quiet".

She was nude and lay on her back with her legs open, rubbing her slit
as I pulled my boxers off and moved on to her, guiding my prick head
to her wet pussy opening.

We fucked hard and fast; struggling to avoid loud moans and groans
as we humped.

Nadia kissed and licked my hairless chest and even bit one of my
nipples hard. I bit my lip to stop calling out in pain.

She mocked me with a smile and poked her tongue out at me.

I repaid her with a hard, tight slap on her right buttock that made her
gasp, and her buttocks quiver slightly. Her butt was firm but after two
kids, her body had retained an appealing layer of fat. It sort of
rounded, and enhanced the curves without being unsightly.

All this while we were fucking; humping; screwing; whatever you

want to call it. It simply would not have fitted the romantic definition
of 'making love'. We were two lust crazed animals taking our pleasure
from each other. Obviously, her body wanted satisfying as much as
mine did. Faisel had denied us the chance earlier so now we were
making the most of it.

I rolled onto my back, rolling her with me, my cock still firmly lodged
in her cunt. A few slaps on the butt and sucks of her nipples got her
humping me like her very life depended on it. I heaved my hips and
butt up, off the bed, as she came down on me. I wanted to drive my
cock as deep and as hard as I could into her wet oven of a choot.

We were both bathed in sweat as my hands pulled her butt cheeks

apart and my left index finger teased, probed and finally sank into her
rectum. The woman looked up at the ceiling, fist in her mouth as she
withered and bucked; and then I felt her pussy grip me in a velvety-
iron grasp as she came.
I quickly moved her onto her back and as she enjoyed the pleasure of
her own orgasm, I gave her two or three hard, deep shoves with my
lund, balls slapping against her sweaty, cum coated buttocks; I pulled
my cock out and shot my creamy load of seed up over her stomach,
breasts and chin, in four or five silvery threads..

She lay panting as the last drips of semen fell from the tip of my cock
onto her pussy.

"Why did you pull out?" She asked after we had rested side by side,
catching our breath.

"I wanted to" Was the simple and truthful answer.

Nadia wiped herself with a towel and slipped back into her night, suit
before quickly and quietly heading back to her own room.

I didn't bother with a shower either, I just washed my hands and

prick, toweled myself dry; pulled on my discarded boxers and lay face
down on the sex stained, sweat dampened sheets of my bed. I soon
fell into a deep satisfied sleep.

The next morning went like every other morning. Beena was back and
serving breakfast; Faisel and Papa were discussing the store; Ammi
and Nadia were feeding the babies while Zainab sipped orange juice
and ate a slice of unbuttered toast.

Then Faisel and Papa took off for work while Zainab, disappeared into
her room to listen to some music or whatever it was she did in there.

It wasn't until after lunch, that Nadia and I were alone in the T.V.
Lounge, watching some lousy sitcom on cable. Nadia chose a
commercial break in the sitcom, to shake me up a bit.

"Faisel was awake when I got back to my room last night". She said
picking up a glass of water from the coffee table in front of her. We
were both on opposite sofas separated by an oval coffee table.
She then told me how she had just shut her bedroom door behind her,
when a sleepy Faisel had asked her where she had been.

She had made up an excuse about 'heartburn and a cold glass of milk'
and quickly headed to the washroom to wash her face and hands and
brush her teeth. She had decided against a quick shower, but had
thrown her old and probably semen stained night suit into the dirty
washing basket and emerged naked, to find Faisel wide awake. 

"I think He thought I was naked because I wanted him" She confided
to me.

"Anyway, he pulled me down onto the bed and after rubbing my choot
a little; kissing me and toying with my breasts; he pushed the front of
his pajama bottoms down and entered me; fucking me hard until he
as usual, came quickly. I have however to admit that I enjoyed it.
Your earlier screw had made me horny. I had wanted another go with
you but there hadn't been enough time, the risk, and all that.
Compared to you though, he is nothing".

Nadia sipped her glass of water and shrugged "At least I could then
shower. He showered after me." "You know something I have just
realized? Faisel has never even tried to shower with me" She added.

"Fool!" I muttered smirking "Think of the water that would be saved

and the FUN that could happen." I said.

She laughed before shaking her head and saying "Faisel is too boring
for such ideas".

"What ideas?" asked Zainab emerging from her room and sitting down
beside Nadia.

"Ideas of fun" I said "I suggested something enjoyable to Nadia that,

Faisel and she might enjoy; but she says he won't go for it" I added.

"Too right Yaar!" Zainab said "Faisel can bore a statue to tears. Shit! I
feel like crying whenever he tries to make conversation with me."
"So what was the idea?" Zainab asked, putting her feet up on the sofa
cushion, and not the least bothered that I could now see right up to
the crotch of her white shalwars and the dark blue of her panties
covered pussy. The material was that thin.

To my shocked surprise Nadia said "Fahad suggested that Faisel and I

shower together to spice our sex life up a bit".

Zainab burst out laughing and from that moment on, I understood
that Nadia and Zainab were not just sisters-in-law, they were also
close friends.

"I Like the way you think bro" Zainab said flashing me a brilliant smile
"You're kinky as well as cool. Faisel bhai shower with his wife! I think
he would faint at the very idea".

"So tell us" Zainab said with a smirk "How many girls have you
showered with?"

It was a dare and I took it "Oh dozens and dozens, in fact, it's only in
Karachi that I shower alone".

"Liar!" Nadia said with a laugh, although her eyes said much more
"Male fantasy in over-drive as usual"

"Yes" Zainab agreed "But I can't agree with the 'as usual' part, look at
Faisel Bhai".

We had a good afternoon joking and laughing. Zainab told a few

mildly dirty jokes that had me and Nadia shaking with laughter; and I
told a few of my own that were also well received.

Zainab's cell phone rang and her '...of course Yaar' and rapid
disappearance into her room after a wave 'bye-bye'; was the last we
saw of her that day.

"Hurry" Nadia whispered grabbing my hand and pulling me towards

her bedroom.

We did it in the bathroom, her butt on the edge of the wash basin
unit, her shalwars off, her kamiz pulled up around her waist and the
crotch of her panties pulled aside, so my prick could shaft and pump
her.

My trousers and shorts were around my ankles as we kissed and

fucked quickly.

Her hands messed my hair up as I held tightly onto her ass and
plugged her hole with my Lund.

"Ooooh!" she sighed "I can feel every inch of you fill and stretch me."

These were magic words to a guy on the brink of Cumming.

Feeling my cock pulsate she whispered hotly "Yes cum in me! Cum in
me"

I pulled out and spun her around, quickly ramming my soon to erupt
cock, into her choot from behind. Holding her hips and watching my
cock sliding in an out of her fuck hole glistening with the juice she
was coating it with. I enjoyed the sight of her panties and buttocks
absorbing each of my eager thrusts.

She reached a hand back to grab my hip and butt as she panted "Cum
in me! Let me feel your spunk fill me"

I sent my sperm on its 'one-way-trip' into her cunt with all the power
I could muster, and was rewarded with a gasp and a soft "Ooooh it's
beautiful" from her as she bent her head down, and her legs quivered
and shook with her own orgasm.

The whole thing had taken probably 15 minutes from locking the
bathroom door to filling her womb with my seed; Quick; intense; and
very satisfying.

A quick wash at the basin and we both came out from her bedroom,
in time to hear the sound of Zainab screeching away in one of the
cars.

"Can she drive?" I asked with a hint of concern, as I caught the sound
of wheels screeching around a corner.

"Yes she can. I taught her, but the recklessness is all her own doing"
Nadia commented. .....................................

I received a phone call from an old college buddy around 5pm. He

was in town from Islamabad, and had heard that I was around. We
hooked up at the PC and chatted, catching up on things and generally
saying a lot that really amounted to very little.

Bashir was now a 'political animal' as his father was. Very 'up-and-
coming' in the ruling elite (party affiliation meant nothing really, left,
right or centre, the elite ruled simply changing hats so to speak). 

I had not made any effort to keep up contacts with him, something
about politicians, taxmen and the police made me want to immerse
myself in Dettol whenever I dealt with them, but I am straying here.

He had put on weight, but at 6 ft, he carried it well. The PC staff was
quick to fulfill his every request, as we sat in the coffee shop. They
knew who he was.

"Fahad, good you didn't marry. My wife is a 'class-A-bitch' from hell.

Still, family duty and all that; at least I have two sons from her, duty
is done. Bitch fucks like a corpse though' he added. "If the cunt
wasn't my cousin, I'd divorce her, but that would mean civil war in the
family" He explained. Not that I really cared or even wanted to know.

A General Manager approached Bashir and with utmost courtesy,

informed him that his guests were waiting in his room.

I took my leave but he insisted on my coming to meet them.

As expected, he had a suite on the top floor, and as he opened the

door I saw two ladies with one gentleman, seated and waiting for
Bashir.

The man looked like an everyday type businessman, but the girls
looked like top line models. Both fair skinned with perfect bodies and
enchanting smiles. One had streaked hair with blonde strands that
gave her a South of France / North Italian look. The other one
reminded me of a beautiful Iranian girl I had once met (and failed to
seduce) in Bahrain.

It soon became obvious that they were high class call girls and the
man with a cultured American accent, was their 'agent'.

"Samia and Huma my dears, how lovely to see you both" Bashir said;
obviously he knew the girls well; and then turning to me, he said "You
will stay, of course"

Then whispering in my ear he added "These girls can really take care
of a man".

Ten minutes later, Samia and Bashir disappeared into the bedroom
leaving me with the fair skinned Pathan looking girl, with the streaked
blonde hair, called Huma.

As the bedroom door closed behind Bashir and Samia; I looked

around the room, as Huma sat on the sofa smiling at me.

There was an ornate wooden coffee table with three silver trays and a
lighter on it, set between a sofa set that which was fronted by a
Plasma TV.

Before our arrival, the girls and agent had been watching some
cheesy sit-com filled with canned laughter, implausible situations and
characters that made 'Charlie Brown' look like a rocket scientist.
South Asian mass entertainment at its 'best' or 'worst' depending on
your IQ level; I could almost cry.

Huma patted the sofa cushion next to her and said, in an

indescribably beautiful voice, "Sit down; don't be shy; sorry, I didn't
catch your name?"

"Fahad" I said noting that her neck line of her kamiz plunged
enticingly low to almost reveal her nipples.
The voice was melodious with an almost hypnotic affect on me. She
smelled nice and looked nicer as I sat down.

My eyes had already taken in the tight, thin cotton fabric of the peach
colored mini shalwar kamiz suit she wore. The plunging bust line and
tiny, almost bikini like white bra and panties she wore were barely
concealed by her clothing. Her clothing left almost nothing to the
imagination.

Her kamiz side slits were higher then the waist band of her shalwars,
and the string that held her pussy in a thong or bikini panty, was as
clearly visible, as a white chalk mark on a school black board. But like
I said, she and Samia were both fair skinned; much fairer them me.

She smiled and leaned forward, the thin fabric covering her back,
showing that her bra was in fact, a string bikini of some kind. A
simple tug at the bow would release her tits.

Samia had been dressed in the same provocative way which made me
wondered how they had worked up the courage to walk dressed like
that, through the hotel lobby.

They must have given every man seeing them a hard-on and
outraged jealous wives and girlfriends seeing them. Deeply
'conservative', 'hypocritical', whatever word you choose, I imagined a
near riot if they walked down any street in Karachi dressed that way.
We are just not ready for it, in our 'sex-is-wrong-for-you-but-right-
for-me' cultural mind set.

She picked something up, from one of three silver trays I saw on the
coffee table.

"Want to share this with me?" She asked sweetly holding a joint in her
hand,

"Why not?" I replied reaching out to pour two scotch-on-the-rocks

from the second silver tray, into two out of four, cut glass drinking
glasses. 'Black label' whisky I noted, not local scotch.
I held her drink out for her until she had lit the joint and taken a deep
drag on it.

She smiled and handed me the joint after taking the scotch from my
hand.

"Business or pleasure?" She asked moving close to me and taking the

joint off me for another drag, as I had finished sampling, what can
say was some really fine hashish.

"Sorry?" I said as I took the joint back for another drag.

"Karachi, here for business or...." She paused as her hand stroked the
bump growing in my slacks "Pleasure"

We eyed each other with lust clearly pouring from my heart and
signaling my evil intent through my eyes.

As I sucked on the joint and sipped my whisky, Huma stood and

striped before me, she had done this before, Tease a man with tit and
ass as you strip.

She revealed a perfectly shaped and proportioned body, with small

firm tits, slim waist, wide enough hips, firm buttocks and a shaved
perfectly molded pussy. Hollywood and Bollywood would eat her up as
a sex symbol. Heck! Any man or woman for that matter would eat her
up.

Her underwear, it turned out, was just a flimsy bikini which must have
looked great wet on a beach or poolside.

She sat astride me on my lap unbuttoning my shirt. Once in a while

she would sip some scotch or take a drag as she expertly removed my
shirt and licked my nipples,

Then she took the now empty glass from me, dragged the last puff
out of the joint, extinguished it and said "Now for some fun"

I lifted my butt off the sofa at the right moment, my one and only
contribution to her stripping me, as she knelt in front of me and
unbuckled, unzipped and tugged my trousers and damp briefs off. My
shoes and socks were the first things she had removed.

Then she examined my prick carefully. By this I mean, it was almost a

medical examination, of the hard shaft, piss slit and balls.

"Nice Lund" She smiled "Keep it neat and clean and shave your pubes,
I see. Good man. I hate bushy, sweaty cocks"

She handed me her drink after sipping it and as I drank she reached
into the third silver tray and held out two boxes of condoms.

"Any preferences?" She asked with a seductive smile,

I shrugged and said "Nope"

Moments later, having sheathed me in a condom of her choice, she

stood astride me, as I inched my hips and ass to the sofa edge, and
taking hold of my cock in her soft hands, she ran the sheathed prick
tip along the wet slit of her choot.

As I watched, she slowly inserted the hard throbbing tip and shaft of
my cock slowly into her fuck hole. It was a pleasure simply just to
watch he impale herself on me. The hot wet heat of her cunt just
added to the reality of it all. This wasn't a movie; this chick was
shafting herself with my prick.

Finally with a sigh from her and a moan of pure pleasure from me,
she sat on me with my cock firmly shoved in the wet oven of her hole.

She somehow managed to reach back and get another joint and the
lighter.

She squirmed her ass on me, her pussy squeezing my shaft with the
expertise gained from many sexual encounters, I am sure.

We took turns on the joint. Alternately taking long deep drags and
sipping on the whisky I still had in my hand,

After the second joint was done, Huma drained the last of the scotch
from my glass and smiling mischievously said "Pleasure it is then"

Her hands were on my neck and shoulders as she began to ride me.
Lifting her choot up to the very tip of my manhood before slamming
down hard swallowing my shaft with ease.

I sucked her nipples, squeezed her breasts and dug my fingers into
the firm flesh of her butt.

"Hey!" She protested "Not too rough, Ok?"

I slapped her butt and nodded "Whatever you say lady" I said my
head feeling high.

This downward humping of her ass soon was met by an upward series
of thrusts from my groin. We had a great tempo going and despite the
central air-conditioning, we were both sweating.

I moved her onto her back on the sofa and took firm hold of her ass
and hips, holding on tight I began to really fuck her hard and deep. 

I got harder and faster with each thrust; her body absorbing my
pounding with ease.

I looked at her swollen choot (pussy) bald and fat. I had never seen a
choot like it. It actually seemed to sucking my shaft not just fucking
it.

I hate condoms, but as a rule, I use them anyway. The pleasure, you
feel may be lessened, but that gives you a bit more staying power
and heck, we all know what's out there, Better to seal it and play
safe.

Huma though was busy, her soft warm fingers were teasing my balls
as they slapped against her ass with each entry and she was staring
deeply into my eyes whispering 'fuck me hard!" over and over again.

Her hypnotic voice adding to the erotic pleasure I was feeling in my

head.
I came with a grunt of animal pleasure, my balls shooting their cargo
uselessly into the condom reservoir tip. (Sorry my little spunk-a-
troopers, no womb waiting).

I sat up after a few minutes and soon felt Huma hand me another
scotch on the rocks and then disappear from view.

A few minutes later. She was back. She knelt in front pf me, removed
my filled condom expertly and used some sort of baby wipe and tissue
to clean my cock and balls up,

"We should really shower but from the sounds coming from the
bedroom, Samia is getting a good fucking off Bashir sahib".

Huma sat on my lap, her ass reminding me of our recent pleasures,

and shared my scotch sipping very little as we chatted.

"So, what would you like to do next?" She asked "I took charge last
time; but as long as we use a condom and there is no violence, I am
open to suggestions".

"Let me rest a bit and think it over" I said my hand running along the
inner thigh of her open legs.

"You're the boss" She said cheerfully sipping from my glass.

Maybe half an hour past, before the door opened and Bashir naked
and still erect came out into the lounge area and said "Come on
Huma, your turn. Get that cute ass of yours in here fast".

Excusing herself Huma stood up and walked seductively into the

bedroom behind Bashir.

I watched her ass move, as she walked, with a deep sense of lustful
appreciation.

Ten minutes later Samia emerged, hair wet from a shower, but
completely naked,

Unlike Huma, Samia's choot had a neatly trimmed bush covering it

and slightly fuller breasts.

She sat down close beside me on the sofa and exhaled deeply.

"Bashir is so demanding!" She commented with a smile "always wants

a long cock suck before doing it".

She picked up a joint and lit it. Taking one or two drags before putting
it to Fahad's lips. 

Fahad allowed himself to drink in the beauty of her body as she sat
back and lay her head back on the sofa and took slow deep drags on
the joint.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed "This is damned grade 'A' shit. Bashir has some
great source"

She noticed Fahad's gaze on the bush between her legs and spread
her thighs a bit wider running her fingers through the clipped pubic
hair.

"Doesn't turn you off I hope" She said handing him the joint "Many of
my gentlemen friends like a little brush. What about you?"

"Looks good" I admitted, adding my fingers to hers as they stroked

her pussy "I don't like a wild jungle though".

My reawakened prick was already up and hard and Samia leaned in

close "Want to fuck me?"

I nodded dumbly with my mouth half open. Well it was a stupid

question right?

She stood up and put her hands on her hips asking softly, "how do
you want me?"

She slowly turned around and bent forward, revealing her cunt slit
and butt crack to my lust filled eyes

Maybe it was the booze or the joints that made me do it, but I
reached out and pulled her by the hips backwards so I could lick and
thrust my tongue at her anus.

She let me enjoy butt licking and anus kissing for a few moments,
reaching her hand down to stroke my cock,

"Ok then. Butt hole it is" She said moving away towards a chair on
which an overnight bag sat.

"You get my ass but I have terms and conditions" she said taking
something from the bag and walking back to me.

She picked up a condom and handed it to me "Put it on and lube it up

with this"

She uncapped a tube of 'KY jelly', squeezed a generous amount on

my now sheathed cock and as I stood dumbly unsure what to do, she
lubed my sheathed cock up,

She the knelt on the sofa, her elbows on the back of it as she bent
and stuck her butt out at me wiggling it provocatively. 

"Should I lube my hole up or do you want to?" She asked reaching

one hand back to pull her buttocks apart.

"Why KY?" I asked squirting some on my fingers and rubbing it over

her butt hole.

"Vaseline punctures condoms and I have no desi ghee in my bag" She

said with a small chuckle.

"Ummmm!" She said adding "That's the way, oil my butt hole with
your fingers, and really lube me up for you"

After ten minutes of finger fucking her ass with my KY jellied fingers,
I moved close to her butt, aimed my cock at her oily hole and eased
in slowly.

"Easy!" She moaned "That isn't a 2 inch 'kiddie' cock you've got. Let
me enjoy the butt fuck too".
I eased in even slower, pulled slightly back and eased forward again. I
soon was able to sink my full cock into her back hole without protest
from her. Her ass squeezed my cock hard, milking it, as it slowly
worked in and out of her anus.

I was drenched in sweat. Cold rivulets traced their way down my

body. The sweat on my back seemed to be channeled to the clenched
dent of my butt crack.

I increased my pace. My earlier Cum with Huma had taken the edge
off me and the drugs and booze had also dampened the urge to
shoot.

Still 'fucking' has a purpose, and that is to pleasure the seed from a
man's balls.

The pressure built up and so did my pace until as Samia sobbed either
in pleasure or in pain, I was pistoning in and out of her as fast as her
butt would let me. Lubed or not, the friction was building and I felt
my balls ache to cum and finally, with a final savage thrust into her
and a surprised grunt from her, I threw my head back and came.

After the last shots of spunk had left my balls, I gently eased my cock
out of her abused ass and walked into the bedroom en-route to the
bathroom room.

I saw Huma on her side with Bashir on his side behind her, lifting one
of her legs up as he slammed his cock into her pussy from behind.

My chest was heaving and my head was spinning as I sat down on the
toilet and pissed into the condom finally forced to use my hand to
push it all expanded with semen and piss off my cock.

I then stood up and got into the shower cubicle and hit the cold tap,
full blast.

The sudden gush of cold water hit me like a punch in the chest but it
was just want I needed. I gasped and leaned forward in the shower
allowing the cold water to wash over my head and back.
Then I turned on the hot tap, adjusted the temperature and scrubbed
myself from head to toe, with special attention on my cock and balls
until I was satisfied I was clean, I even used soap on my hair.
Ignoring the complimentary shampoo sachet beside the soap dish.

I felt a hand on my back and turned to see Samia smiling at me.

"Want to wash me too?" She asked seductively.

We soaped and washed each other, Samia really working on her ass
hole and cunt as I watched and soaped her tits up.

"Lube' was her only comment as she stuck two fingers in her butt hole
and worked them in and out.

"Hey!" Huma said stepping into the cubicle with us "What about
washing me too".

I did. Enjoying the feel of two women soaping and washing me as I

soaped and washed Huma. I left her choot alone. I was not eager to
feel Bashir's seed with my finger tips although he had probably used a
condom.

The girls dried themselves and wrapped themselves in towels while I

put on a hotel bathrobe,

As we past out of the bathroom and through the bedroom, I noted

that Bashir, naked on his back, fast asleep on the bed. Despite his
size, his tool was not much bigger then mine I guessed even though it
was now limp.

We sat on the sofa, a girl either side of me sharing whisky and a joint
and we flicked channels to the Arabic; South Asian and Western pop
music on 'Melody music'. 

Arabic is not my strong point, even though I work in Dubai but tit, ass
and pussy is hot in any language and melody channel seemed to
picked the sexiest videos available
We sat their watching various shades of singers jump, slouch or
simulate sex through dance and waited for Bashir.

By the time Bashir had showered, put on a bathrobe and emerged

from the bedroom, we were all pretty high; and laughing and joking
and making comments about the singers coming on cable. Bashir
ordered room service which arrived quicker then I thought it would
but remember I was stoned by this time . The waiter seemed to know
Bashir quite well; greeting him in a very friendly manner.

"How are the family Ilyas?" Bashir asked the waiter handing him,
what I assumed was a heavy tip.

"All well Sahib Jee," Ilyas answered with a broad smile

He ignored the sight of semi dressed guests, smell of hash and the
almost empty scotch bottle on the coffee table and with a polite bow
left.

"One day," Bashir began "I'm going to get a girl to fuck that guys
brains out, sort of a reward for loyal service. Hey! Servicing for
service" He laughed at his own joke but we just looked blankly at him
as he laughed.

The girls made no comment and we all helped ourselves to the

excellent buffet that Bashir had ordered. There was something to suit
everyone's mood and enough to satisfy the hunger now rumbling in
our tummies.

The girls ended up sleeping in bed with Bashir and I made myself
comfortable on the sofa. The bathrobe wrapped around me which
would later on prove a bad idea.

Sometime in the night, I needed to piss and as I passed through the

bedroom to the washroom, I made out the figure of Bashir on top of
one of the girls fucking.
Next morning, I woke up with a boner (hard on) and decided to put it
to use with one of the girls. As I opened the bedroom door, I saw that
Bashir had also woken up with a hard dick, and a similar idea.

Samia and Huma were both on all fours, side by side, on the bed,
while he took turns fucking one girl's fuckhole before switching to the
other girl's.

"Come on Yaar" Bashir said breathing heavily, "The girls will have to
go soon".

I had already sheathed my cock in a condom before entering the

room, with my bathrobe open. I stood beside Bashir pumping my cock
slowly and watching him shaft Samia's delicious looking hole. They
both had a good rhythm going, she moved back as her moved
forward; Perfect piston action. So it was that I ended up with my cock
in Huma, fucking her as she moved her ass back to absorb my thrusts
and fuck me too.

After a few minutes, Bashir pulled out of Samia's choot and I pulled
out of Huma's. We switched cunts four or five times before I came. It
had been an erotic thrill to watch my cock slamming into one girl's
hole, while at the same time seeing another man doing it to a girl
beside me. I had to reassess my earlier evaluation of Bashir's cock. It
might have looked smaller then mine but it was thicker.

I came first so rather then watch Bashir alternate between the offered
choots; I showered and made use of the shampoo, shaving foam and
disposable razor in the complimentary dish beside the wash basin.

When I came out both girls were lying beside each other chatting.
Samia was casually scratching her pubic hair while Huma nodded at
something Samia was saying.

"Hi ladies" I said with a broad happy smile on my face, "Where is

Bashir?"

Both girls sat up and smiled at me coyly before they stood up either;
to move or (I actually think this is the reason) to display their
fabulous bodies to my tired eyes.
"Ordering breakfast, Fahad" Samia said as she and Huma walked past
me into the bathroom.

"You are welcome to watch us shower together, even soap us up if

you like" Huma said with a coy grin adding "You did a great job
earlier".

Before I could answer though, Bashir came in. threw his bathrobe
onto the bed; wrapped an arm around the waist of each girl; smiled
and said briskly "Time to wash you beauties up and get a good scrub
down from you both at the same time".

The buffet breakfast Bashir had ordered was a perfect blend of

Western and Eastern breakfast options. I opted for eastern style
'Halwa Puri'. I sat eating this, after getting dressed just as Bashir
came out winking at me and in a loud voice saying "What a great
night." As he loaded a plate with eggs, beef sausages and toast, he
asked me if I had enjoyed myself.

I laughed saying "It was hell on earth! Assaulted by sex goddesses all
night"

The girls came out together, and my earlier thoughts about their
dressing and entering the hotel was answered. They both were
wearing everyday shalwars Kamiz clothes and looked very
respectable. Every inch ordinary girls, without any make up, but that
did nothing to lessen the beauty of their faces.

They ate breakfast with us and we chatted like friends. No mention of

anything remotely sexual came up. It was a relaxed atmosphere with
a feeling of contentment washing through my veins.

By 9am, their 'agent' came up to collect them and the small overnight
bag I hadn't noticed before and that was that.

I didn't offer to split the charges with Bashir. That isn't the way we do
it in Karachi. If someone 'invites' you, instead of 'suggesting' you co-
finance, you say 'thank you' and make a mental note to arrange for
and pay for the next 'function'. 
I rang for a Metro Cab as I had decided to head home and get some
really needed rest. I felt totally drained.

The Chowkidar (gateman) opened the gate as I rang the bell of my

parent's home, and gave me a smirk, as if he knew exactly what I'd
been up to. He had a sense of smell, so he would have made out the
scent of perfume, hashish and booze off my clothing.

Beena had given me a disapproving look, as she had let me in the

house, and tut-tutted loudly as she took my laundry out of the wash
basket and I sat in my shorts on the bed after a long shower. Sniffing
my shirt she started making a face filled with a look of disgust

I smiled as she left the room, drew the curtains and turned the air-
conditioner on low and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Three or four hours later, I woke up with worst cold had ever had in
my life, Every bone in my body ached; every inch of it shivered and
sweated alternately; and my nose was simply a free flowing river with
bongo drums, beating a savage tune in my throbbing head.

I told you sleeping in a bathrobe after a shower, joints and booze was
a bad idea, right?

Beena came in and her disapproving look instantly became a worried

one . Soon my mother was in chiding me for sleeping in an air-
conditioned room without a vest, and that too after a shower. Beena
had obviously filled her in.

"Where were you all night?" My mother demanded "You may think
you're a man but you owe me a phone call at least. I was worried
sick".

Mothers of the world unite, you have nothing to loose except your
sons.

A dose of medicine and I was forced back to bed 'properly dressed in

pajamas and a T-shirt.
One or two days passed as I drifted from one dream to another,
strangely, all my dreams involved fucking someone, well the dreams I
remember at least. There were periods when I was woken to be given
this or that medicine and food.

One night, I woke up feeling thirsty. I gulped two glasses of water

from the thermos beside my bed and looked at the time. It was 1 am
and the whole house was silent.

My fever was gone and my head was now only mildly throbbing. I
took the aspirin left by some kind soul beside my bed and decided to
take some fresh air on the balcony.

A few minutes of deep breathing fresh air convinced me that a joint

was just what I needed; proof that I was well again so to speak.

I was sitting on the balcony, in a comfortable chair, (taken from the

lounge), smoking one of the fist full of joints, Bashir had shoved into
my hand as I left his room, when I heard a car pull up and saw and
heard Zainab get out and yell "Mother fucker!" at the driver, before
the car speed off and Zainab began to bang for the Chowkidar to open
the gate.

I heard a brief exchange of angry words between her and my mother

as Zainab came up the stairs. There was a brief argument and doors
were slammed. I later found out that Nadia and co had gone to
Lahore for a few days. Hence no crying children startled by the noise
of the doors slamming

'Boyfriend trouble' I thought to myself and shook my head lazily "Fuck

life" I said to myself with a smile.

I sat quietly savoring the joint, the silence and the cool breeze coming
in from the Arabian Sea.

I was suddenly disturbed by the mosquito netting door sliding open

and Zainab stepping out onto the balcony in her off the shoulder XXL
T shirt that obviously she used to sleep in.

She walked over to the balcony railing and sniffed the air; turning her
head towards me she said "Give me a drag".

Now this is one of those moments, which sometimes happen in life,

when your mouth opens and says something you had no idea you
were actually thinking.

"Sit on my lap and I'll let you" I said suddenly realizing that I had just
crossed a red line somewhere in the brother-sister code.

To my utter surprise, Zainab didn't hesitate she just sat down in my

lap squishing her firm butt around to get settled; leaned her head on
my chest and took the joint from my lips and took a deep drag.

My cock twitched threateningly but the after affects of my cold and

sheer fear kept it from popping full mast up against her ass. That
would have been hard to explain away. Still, there was enough of a
'presence' to make her comment if she wanted to.

We both took turns taking deep drags on the joint until it was
finished.

"Got anymore?" She asked me looking me deep in the eyes.

"I got some stuff" I answered "But you might need to get some sleep
about now".

"Oh come on!" She said "You sound like Ammi (mum)".

"Ok" I relented "I'll get it"

"Good!" she said getting off my lap "But your room in five minutes
OK?"

So there I was; sporting a semi hard on in my pajama's partially

hidden by a fresh T-shirt, with two joints in my hand, standing at my
open bedroom door; as Zainab breezed in and flopped down on my
bed. Her t-shirt hem failing to stay below groin level and she making
no attempt to make it.

She got comfortable and said "Close the door, lock it too." 
"Come on then" She said with a smile "light the fucking thing and lets
get high'.

I handed her the joints and a lighter like some kind of robot. My mind
was simply taking in how good she looked on the bed. My BED!

"So what happened?" I asked, sitting crossed legged on he floor

beside the bed, my line of vision perfectly aligned with the tiny dent
her nipples made in her t-shirt

She took a big drag on the joint and exhaled slowly. I watched her
breasts rise and slowly fall with my cock hard as an iron bar despite
my half hearted attempts to chill out.

"I caught Zain fucking Alia at the party tonight" She said with her
anger just under control.

"And Zain is 'who' exactly?" I asked totally clueless about her group of
friends.

"Zain is, well NOW HE WAS, my boyfriend" She explained before

exclaiming "Shit! Why did he have to fuck Alia? Wasn't I enough?
Fuck, she is my best friend!"

A lot of information had just been dumped on me.

I now knew who Zain was; who Alia was and that Zainab had
probably been fucking Zain, on a regular basis.

She puffed away on the joint forgetting to share or perhaps just too
caught up in her melodrama to care.

"Alia must have led him on. I mean she dresses like a slut at parties."
Zainab fumed.

I just listened and waited for her to go on with her outbursts.

"Where was the party?" I asked when she remained silent.

"Fawad's place, his parents are off in Islamabad, and he had gotten
hold of some local vodka and whisky; and well we just all got together
as usual, started off chatting, laughing, dancing and making out. Then
I needed to piss, so I walk into the nearest bedroom in search of a
bathroom and there he is, butt naked humping Alia on the bed"
Zainab flowed

"You mean you were not making out with Zain" I asked mischievously.

"No! I was busy dancing with Tariq" She explained "Tariq's hot and a
great dancer. Of course Saima gave me dagger looks, she is Tariq's
girlfriend but he ha asked me to dance so it wasn't any reason to get
upset". She went on.

"Who is Alia's boyfriend or doesn't she have one?" I asked. Hey if she
puts out, I want to know her.

"Nasser" She said "Think I should tell him?"

"Wasn't he there?" I asked 

"Nasser can't drink, he gets knocked out after one glass" She
explained

"The poor bastard is still probably passed out beside the coffee table"
She said with a giggle.

"Yaar! Turn the air-conditioner up, its hot in here" She complained.

As I stood up and went to adjust the air-con, Zainab got off the bed. I
thought she was maybe going to the wash room, so imagine my
shock when I turned around to see her in only a tiny white panty,
lighting up the second joint.

"Zainab" I said softly "You are naked"

"And you have a hard on and fuck Beena, so what? Fuck it all and
fuck all the time" She was obviously well past reason now.

I picked up her discarded T-shirt up and threw it at her "Put it on and

get out" I said in a low but angry voice.

"Oh cut the act" Zainab said suddenly becoming very calm "I have
seen the way you look at me. I know when a guy is trying to get into
my pants' and I certainly can feel a hard cock when it's pressed
against me. OH!" She said in mock surprise "I wasn't meant to notice
that 'big thing' when you hugged me and bought me presents, was
I?"

"You are stoned and drunk" I said feeling my face go red with
embarrassment.

"Yeah right!" She replied "Come sit on my lap" She mimicked me. 

"You stupid idiot!" She said before explaining "Why did you think I
made so much fuss with my butt in your lap, why do you think I
hugged you every time you bought me something? I knew I was
turning you on. I wanted to turn you on, I even watched you screw
Beena in the store room against the wall. Fuck that made me wet my
panties, I was so hot" She said taking a drag "The vodka and joint are
just loosening my tongue up. I've wanted you since I knew what
'wanting' meant."

Shaking her head she said with a tremble in her voice "life, Yaar,
sucks! I've been sucking Zain off for months; hand-jobbing Asif and
before him, what's-his-name, because the one guy I really want to
fuck is my own brother. I have to catch my boyfriend in the act of
screwing my best friend, I mean, I saw him pumping in and out of
her, in order to work up the guts to finally tell you what I feel. Isn't
life a pile of shit?"

I stood in shocked silence listening to every word she said and tried to
wake up. I was sure this was some kind of mad erotic nightmare.

(Author's note; this part may make some of you feel queasy,
but life after all, is like that)

Recap:-
I am home on vacation after 5 years. I have prospered, and got all
the pussy I needed to satisfy even a sex fiend, like me, during those
wonderful years in Dubai.

As your average horny, heterosexual guy, absence of 'pussy', 'choot',

'cunt', 'muff'; whatever you call it, cannot be replaced by frequent
solo 'hand jobs' because; A) It is unsatisfying; B) Unhealthy for you
and C) Un-natural. This last 'minus' point was the 'advice' of a Hakim
(Traditional/spiritual healer) 

Still, if there is nothing available, it is better then waking up with your

underwear full of 'wet-dream-produced-cum' and your bed sheet
damp with a suspicious patch. Especially if you live at home and don't
do your own laundry.

So after one month back at home; I have already nailed the house
maid and my sister-in-law several times; had a 'quickie-stand-up-
bang', for 'old-times-sake' with an ex-girlfriend, and been involved in
an truly wonderful orgy with a friend and a couple of high class, high
priced and very co-operative call girls.

You still with me so far...? Good! Because here is where I begin

seriously doubting my sanity;

Well here is the bombshell that has me all confused: my younger

sister; who has been giving me an almost non-stop hard-on since I've
seen her after 5 years; is drunk; 'stoned' on hash and wearing only a
tight, flimsy panty in my bedroom with the door locked.

She has recently caught her boyfriend screwing her best friend, and
has confessed to me that she 'cock-sucks' and 'jerks-guys-off'
because, she has really only ever wanted me to fuck her. The ultimate
'forbidden fruit' as it were.

Story resumes:

Excuse, me if I sit down hard, on my bed and stare stupidly at her,

with my head spinning and a voice in my brain yelling "WAKE-UP!"
repeatedly through my own hashish dazed thoughts.
To say that I have 'conflicting feelings', would only scratch the surface
of the deep turmoil I am in. It is what I want but not the way I want
it. I've fantasized about screwing Zainab from the day I got home.
Fuck! Who wouldn't? The girl was built with the express purpose of
making a guy cum till his balls shriveled up bone dry and dropped off.

This is an 'incest-fucking-dream' come true and my cock certainly is

interested in sampling the hot, sexy body that Zainab has developed
in the five years I have been away and 'teased' (?) me with for the
past month.

My mind is sort of stuck in the guilty record groove that "It's a

'stoned' chick that is also your sister and a total "low-life-fucking-
shoot-the-bastard' prick would fuck her, while she is out of her senses
like this."

If you expected me to jump on her and hump a way, you have never
met me and therefore wouldn't know that I don't do shit like that to
girls. Yeah! Morality kicks in.....at some point....even for me.

It is at this point that the mix of Vodka-whisky-hashish, churning in

her body, kicked in and my sister, suddenly slapped both hands to her
mouth, (dropping the XXL t-shirt she held in her hands, that she used
as a sleeping suit), turned and shot into my bathroom, from where I
soon heard the wrenching sounds of her vomiting into, what I prayed
was, the toilet bowl.

I waited until the painful noises had stopped and walked reluctantly
into the bathroom.

She was sprawled, her head leaning against the tiled wall in the
shower cubicle either asleep or dazed, either way out of it.

The toilet bowl had been the target but, it had been missed several
times.

The sight and smell of the vomit caused me to throw-up too, despite
attempts not to, I however hit the target; well I think I did.

Made no difference, I still had a mess to clean up and thanks to the

invention of the telephone shower and a bottle of Dettol (that I used
in my shaving water) I was able to clean the mess up to my
satisfaction.

Zainab was another matter, she remained slumped and puke

splattered in the shower cubicle until I had cleaned the bathroom up.

So now I have a bathroom smelling like a hospital emergency room

and a sister slumped in a corner, locking like she belonged in one.

The silence was suddenly interrupted by a gentle but incessant

tapping on my bedroom door,

"FUCK OFF!" I yelled at whoever it was, really pissed off at the

situation I was in.

The knocking stopped.

There was nothing for it.

I stepped into the cubicle, picked my half naked, puke stained and
stinking sister up, her firm, ripe tits pressed against my chest as I
held her up and turned the warm water on.

I held her while the warm water ran over us, drenching me and her.
To hold her up I had to grip her ass with one hand and her back with
the other. Another time, situation and girl and I would be preparing to
slip my prick up her choot.

Her eyes opened, more out of a reflex action, as the water splashed
her face and a moan of denoting what, I can't say, came out.

She did however come around somewhat and embraced me lightly as

I let the water wash as much vomit off of her as possible.

I spun her gently around so the spray from the shower could hit her
breasts and tummy. My hands were on her hip and smooth stomach,
with my cock was pressed against her soaking panties wedged in her
butt crack. Nature is nature, and a cock pressed up against the
smooth semi naked butt of a sexy girl, produces a natural response. If
anyone thinks otherwise, I would like to hear from them.

I turned her around again in my arms and held her up and back,
slightly away from me and stared into her eyes "You ok now?" I asked
thinking to myself 'you silly bitch'.

She nodded slowly, and looked down in what I assume was

embarrassment, but she must certainly have got an eyeful, of the
semi hard state her butt crack had left me in.

I handed her the shampoo and soap and stepped out of the cubicle
dripping wet. Telling her harshly "Wash"

I was pissed off. This was not my idea of fun way to spend time with a
lusty chick in my room.

Without thinking, I pulled my t-shirt and pajamas off, threw them into
the sink which I then filled with water and Dettol and turning around
told my sister firmly "Give me your panties"

Hesitation; as she looked at my naked body; cock now limp, and

down at her wet panties, plastered to her choot. The panties were
white and thin and I could clearly make out that her fuck box was
bald.

Annoyed I just knelt down and pulled them off. She had been eager
enough to drop them earlier; now she was feeling shy. 

"Women!" I cursed as I threw her panties in the sink with my cloths

and began rinsing them. Adding generous amounts of Dettol as I
rinsed the clothing clean of vomit.

Call me a freak if you want but I hate the smell of vomit. No matter
how many parties I have attended in Dubai, at which some asshole
had decided to over-do it and throw up, I never got used to the sight
or smell of it, I did note that there was hardly anything solid in
Zainab's throw-up, Alcohol and hash on an empty tummy. She had
been asking for it!

As I hand-rung the cloths out and watched Zainab soaping her tits
and tummy; the soapy water washing down her pussy and legs, my
cock twitched back to semi hardness in appreciation. She had a fine,
hot body and I questioned myself about whether I would've fucked
her if she was sober.

The honest answer is yes. Zainab, sister or not, wanted me and I

certainly wanted her. 

I forced my mind to stay focused on dealing with the situation at

hand. Turning the wash basin taps off, I then stepped into the shower
cubicle, took the soap off my sister and scrubbed myself. 

I paid no attention to her as she used a hand to hide her cunt and an
arm to shield her breasts from my view, and stood beside me.

I handed her the soap and said "Wash my back"

She did with hesitation but I was then too busy shampooing my hair,
to care.

She stepped out of the cubicle and dried herself and then wrapped the
towel around her body.

"Brush you teeth and rinse your mouth out good" I ordered as I
turned around and washed my balls and cock without thinking about
it. I noted that she stared at my 'equipment' very hard as I cleaned it
up.

Since she had the only towel, I stepped naked from the cubicle and
allowed myself to drip dry. I then brushed my teeth and looked hard
at myself in the mirror over the sink. Trying to collect my thoughts
and figure out what to do next.

When I returned to the bedroom Zainab was lying naked on her

tummy on my bed. Her legs closed and her head resting on her
arms. 

I took a few minutes to appreciate her ass, with the dark 'cross'
where butt crack and thigh intersected the line of her butt cheeks and
her unblemished back before snapping back into 'action' mode.
I picked the discarded towel up and dried myself as best I could with
it, meaning it was pointless really, as the towel was very wet after
Zainab had used it.

Then I picked up her XXL t-shirt and flung it at her saying "Put it on"
harshly as I pulled a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt out of my
wardrobe for myself,

The air-conditioning was at full and I was shivering with cold, so I

turned it off.

I stepped back into the bathroom to pick her panties up (I didn't want
to have to explain their presence in my room) and I helped Zainab up
off the bed, her arm around my shoulder as I opened my bedroom
door, quickly checked that 'the coast was clear' and walked her slowly
and quietly up the stairs to her room.

I dumped her on her bed, tossed her panties into her bathroom and
then looked for a clean pair of panties, in her wardrobe drawer, to put
on her. They were all the same size, if not the same style, and I had
to conclude that she liked them small and tight.

Maybe a bit of 'self-satisfaction' involved, in her choice choot wear,

you know, 'clit pressing crotch'. I am guessing here.

One thing about girl's panties, they are easier to get off then put on;
especially when your cock is hard and there is a fresh, smooth choot
in poking distance and the girl is half asleep and offering no help in
pulling them up.

Why do it? Because I didn't want the first thing my mother or Beena
to see, if they opened the door was my sleeping sister's naked choot. 

Then creeping slowly back to my icy room, I lay face down on my bed
and cursed silently to myself.

Next day, a rather timid looking Beena brought me my morning tea in

bed and apologized for disturbing me the night before.
Just what I wanted to hear. A chance to have a fuck and I had been
cleaning vomit up instead.

"Sorry, I shouted at you" I said with wink "We can always do

something now, just lock the door and take your cloths off".

"No! No!" Beena said looking from my tented pajama bottoms to the
open bedroom door nervously.

"Your mother is in the kitchen cooking and Zainab Baji hasn't come
down yet" She explained "Maybe later" she offered.

It was then, as I sipped on my tea, that I was told that Naila and
Faisel (plus rug rats); were in Lahore and my father was at the shop.

I looked at the clock, it was already past 11.30am. I could just catch
a quick nap before mother would call me for lunch, Beena said. "I
think you were ill last night. You look exhausted". 

I had not opened a window and a faint smell of vomit must have
reached her. I could naturally smell nothing as I had slept in the
room.

I slept until called for lunch by my mother at 12.30

We were the only two there at the table, my father was eating at the
shop. 

"Your sister is unwell" was my mother's disapproving and

unsympathetic comment.

"Oh? I thought she was out as usual" I lied. Thinking viciously 'GOOD;
serves her right for screwing my night up.'

We ate in silence. My mother was in a bad mood and called Beena to

take a tray of food up to Zainab.

"If she eats it fine, if she doesn't; to hell with her" were my mother's
parting words as Beena took a tray to Zainab's room.
I ducked back into my room after lunch and tried to get some more
sleep. There was nothing else to do.

I lay there listening to the sounds of the household winding down for
afternoon siesta time and soon there was silence. 

I lay yawning more through boredom, listening to the soft purr of the
air-conditioning and revisiting last night in my mind without anyone
throwing up.

Would Zainab and I have ended up fucking? Probably, she was pissed
off at her boyfriend and had confessed to 'wanting' me; confessed to
having had hot feelings for me and had very clearly told me that she
knew she gave me a hard on.

Thinking about this stuff was giving me a hard on!

So she admitted to 'sucking cock' and 'jerking' a guy or two off. The
fact that she couldn't recall the name of one of the guys she jerked off
didn't concern me. The crowd she mixed with seemed a flakey brat-
packish lot anyway. Probably some drunken party where a lucky guy
had gotten his hands on her tits ass or pussy; pressed up against the
wall or down on a sofa or rug hoping to sink his Lund home, but being
distracted/deflected by the soft, firm grip of his shaft by Zainab's
pumping hand.

My thoughts were interrupted by a gentle tap at the door with Beena

quickly darting into my room and locking the door behind her.

I had my t-shirt off and my pajama bottoms to my knees as she

tugged her shalwars down and stepped out of them and walked over
to my bed.

She didn't give me time to pull myself free of my pajama bottoms.

She got astride me and pinned me down rubbing her wet hot choot up
and down my throbbing erection; and kissing my chest and neck
passionately.

I just managed to fish a condom out of the bedside table drawer and
hand it to her.
If I hadn't, she would have taken me in her 'bareback' and horny as I
was, I was also sure that Beena was riding more dicks then mine and
I didn't want to catch anything.

She opened the condom sachet and eased the condom onto my prick
with practiced ease. Then as I watched with my hands on her hips,
she held my man meat; aimed my cock tip at her slit and sank down
on it with a long satisfied moan. She was hot, wet and tight and soon
was humping us both to an orgasm.

I admit to Cumming first but, still I thrust upwards a few times more
until she too had cum.

With no time to lose and a hard cock still eager for a further fucking, I
pushed her onto her back and told her to take her kamiz and bra off
while I untangled myself from my pajama bottoms and went to flush
the condom away and rinse my cock.

She was eagerly waiting for me when I came back and mischievously
waved a condom sachet at me as I approached the bed,

Sheathed in a condom, I wasted little time in climbing between her

open legs and stuffing my cock up her fuck hole for a long hard fuck
that shook the bed and brought gasps and moans of pleasure from
her and pants for air from me, as we screwed, both drenched in
sweat.

After a long time with my back, legs and buttocks aching with the
pace I had set I shot a second load into her heaving panting body,
and collapsed onto her totally exhausted but satisfied.

The mood in the house was tense at dinner time that night. I caught
the tail end of an argument between my parents who then sat and ate
in silence while Beena again took a tray up to Zainab. 

I ate with the hunger of a post fuck energy drain and ignored the
situation as best I could.
Zainab stayed out of the way for the next few days. Zainab's meals
were taken up to her room by Beena, who informed me that Zainab
was 'heart broken'. The question in my mind was; 'heart broken about
what? Zain; Me; Lebanon.....?'

This 'self-imposed- exile' actually gave me sometime to think about

the situation, her alcohol and hashish binge revelation had put me in.

In simple English, I was not the only 'sicko' in the family with the hots
for a sibling.

I found my mind reliving the edited (no vomit) part of the evening,
fantasying about the perfectly fuckable body, my sister had displayed
and offered me. It gave me hard-ons that throbbed in hunger as I
reviewed the images again and again in my mind whether day
dreaming or simply dreaming. Her clothing had shown much, but the
real thing was outstanding! 

Those perfect firm breasts, slightly bigger then my hands toped with
pointed red nipples just made my mouth water.

Then there was the wonderfully full 'U' of her pussy as she had stood
legs slightly parted tempting (?) me, clothed in the brief damp white
panties that, had revealed no shadow of pubic hair but held out the
promise of heavenly lust .

Finally, there was the illicit feel of my cock squashed against her ass,
unconsciously pressed between her butt crack as we showered
together to remove the puke on her, the flimsy material of her panties
would easily have yielded to a determined thrust of my aroused cock,
ripping apart if I had been rough enough to thrust without mercy or
fear of her screaming. In the end, I only had to pull them off and
down her legs for easy access to her waiting choot hole, which I did
not take advantage of.

In short, Zainab was messing my mind and morality up. The

temptation was growing in my heart and the sexual frustration; had
grown past Beena's attempts to cool me off. I was in two words 'sex
crazed' by now; it was ripping me up inside and sending me down into
a deep depression.

My vacation was open ended but there are limits to the trust I could
put on employees. I seriously considered just booking a flight and
heading back to Dubai, with my work, social life and bachelorhood
intact and Zainab's body un-impaled by my cock. 

I still had some "Hashish joints' Bashir, had given me and I could
always look up a few ex-sex partners (married or not) and try my luck
at banging the living shit out of them, but something held me back
and urged me to be cool and calm.

If Zainab was a virgin (I doubted it) then she deserved to lose her
'seal' in a 'caring way' with some one who actually cared for her; not
in a hurried rough screw on a sofa, carpet or worse; the back seat of
a parked car, from a guy out to 'score' with all the experience of a
virgin himself.

These attempts at rationalising what I was feeling soon ran head first
in to the morality of my up-bringing and 'secularised' faith. Sister-in-
law, well no real blood ties and sex with cousins was not a social
taboo. It happened many times; Heck! We often married our first-
cousins, which sort of refined our definition of 'incest' tighter then the
West's own definition of it.

If she wasn't a 'cherry' then what difference would my fucking her

make, apart from giving her pleasure and perhaps much needed relief
to both of us?

Conscience and social-religious stuff raised their head and said "It is
wrong to even think about sex with your real sister"

The war between the two sides ranged on leaving me alternatively

feeling horny and guilty about being horny for my sister; depending
on which side was winning at that moment. 

The atmosphere in the house was tense and I chose any and every
chance to escape the tension. I went to my father's shop to pass
some time, meet his friends and basically check out the females that
came in. Every age, colour and size seemed at some point to wander
in. Perhaps a 'chance encounter' might end my inner turmoil, by
diverting my mind to other women and away from Zainab. I admit I
had become obsessed with her.

The sight and smell (they all wore good perfumes) and the range of
fashion, from western hip hugger jeans and tight tit-squeezing T-
shirts; to body hugging shalwar kamiz; to head-to-toe Chaddar were
on display. Even the maids, sent on some errand by their Memsahib,
had a certain 'hot tease' about them.

I wondered if Faisel ever got any 'choot,' in the store room out back.
It had a small single bed that, the shop boy slept on at night and
images of Faisel fucking some hot maid, washed through my mind.

Faisel... No way. All the fine South Asian specimens of womanhood,

probably just got him keyed up for Naila and she ended up getting
humped by him while he fantasized about a customer who had come
into the shop.

Akram, the 24 year old shop boy was smart, energetic and an expert
at eyeing the females up. His interaction with some of the maids,(I
noted only with the maids) although only a discreet pinch of a buttock
or brush of a hand over a breast when he thought I wasn't looking,
convinced me that the bed in the back room saw 'real' action.
Certainly, shy sly smiles would pass between them and perhaps a
quick kiss or word.

Once Akram noticed me watching as he gave a maid a full. firm pat

and loving stroke on the butt. Our eyes met and he looked down. This
seemed to cause the maid to turn and look at me briefly, laugh at
Akram, before quickly exiting the shop.

Whatever fears he may have had soon vanished, as I told my father

nothing and behaved as if nothing had happened. After all, what had
happened? He had got a feel of some girl's ass or tits and maybe a
'thrill' but she certainly hadn't objected so that was that. Anyway, who
am I to ruin someone's chance for some fun? If some girl lay down on
his bed, with her legs willingly open for him, when the shop was
closed, good luck to him,
'Conventional wisdom'; holds that every maid could be had, and was
being had any or all of the following; the master, the master's son(s),
the master's driver or any male servant with the opportunity. 

Whether true or not, most Memsahibs (my mother and her friends
included) I have met seemed to be convinced that the servants did it
'anywhere' if not 'everywhere' they could. 

I always sensed a certain erotic thrill as they relayed tales of maid

servants being 'burdened' (made pregnant) and taken to be
'unburdened' or sent away.

Gossip most probably but, there is always a grain of truth in each

piece of 'conventional wisdom' somewhere.

I helped out in the shop and smiled politely trying to keep my mind
and off Zainab by flirting with some customers. Many of them were
quiet attractive and some were down right sexy. I tried to keep such
'activities' far from Papa's eyes and ears. 

One night, I found myself day dreaming on the way home of that
night with Zainab. Her tight briefs, firm tits and the feel of her ass
cheeks on my cock, as my father drove us home.

I got home feeling hot-to-boiling point. I had an hour or so before

dinner and I knew that Beena would be in her room behind the house.
My mother had a routine and with Naila and the kids in Lahore, Beena
had a few hours extra to herself.

The chowkidar named Samad (gate man/ guard) had opened the
gates as usual; as we pulled up and as usual, my father headed off to
clean up for dinner. I usually did the same but today, I stopped in my
room only long enough to get a condom and make a mental note to
restock my supply.

I quickly and quietly made my way to Beena's room, but found the
door closed from inside. There were sounds, muffled but still audible,
from inside the room; I didn't tap on the door, as something about the
sounds told me not to. 
Using an old chair, handy nearby, I was able to look into Beena's room
through the narrow open ventilation window above the door.

I was surprised to see Beena bent over her bed, being taken from
behind by the Samad who had minutes earlier opened the gate for us.
The angle was not perfect, I didn't have a side view of the action but
at least I wasn't watching the Samad's nude ass shunting backwards
and forwards as he screwed her. All I could see was part of Beena's
naked hip, butt and thigh, my own knowledge of the rest of her dark
tanned body filled out the picture.

I watched as he fucked her fast and desperately. I heard her whimper

or whisper, encouraging him to be quick as someone might come.

He gave a short laugh before saying a few words, in what I assumed

was, in his native Seraiki, sending a couple of hard jabs into her
pussy from behind making her gasp in pleasure.

Without thinking I started to rub my own deperately hard cock.

Teenage horniness taking hold again on my mind, Fuck! I was
regressing. A few more weeks in Karachi and I would be renting porno
DVDs and jerking off to them.

They both still wore their kamizs (Shirts) tucked up to bare their
privates with their shalwars, around their ankles. It was obviously a
'quickie' and as the chowkidar threw his head back and gasped, I
knew his spunk was exploding into Beena's cunt.

I quickly got down and returned to my room, my earlier sexual heat

raised higher to the point where my shorts were wet with pre-cum,
and I reluctantly but vigorously jerked myself off to ease the pressure
in my balls.

Disgusted with my waste of a good, plentiful load of spunk, I went

and showered using my discarded clothing to mop up the puddle my
ejaculated semen had left on the floor. After a long cold shower, that
cooled my lust and shrank my erection, I emerged dressed and ready
for dinner. Not happy but at least functioning.

Beena served dinner as usual and looked freshly bathed and had
changed her probably, sweaty and semen stained, cloths.

We exchanged polite greetings and she served me my food as always,

unaware that I had seen her being fucked. The memory of her bent
forward taking it hard from behind produced a rapid cock rise and I
was glad I was in loose shalwars kamiz and seated.

'Whom' and 'when' she fucked was her private business, nothing to do
with me, so apart from regretting the chance to dump my spunk in
her ever hot choot, I had no feelings about her screwing the
chowkidar.

My parents were still not talking to each other and I expected Beena
to be yet again sent up with a tray of food for Zainab.

I was wrong. As I was about to start eating I saw Zainab walk in and
casually sit at the table with us.

Ammi shot her dagger looks but Papa welcomed her as if she was a
long absent family member ignoring her protests and loading her
plate down with food that an army would have time getting through.

Zainab greeted me politely but did not look up from her plate as my
parents tag-teamed her with alternate reprimands and cajoling. I
smiled inwardly wondering how I had survived being raised by them.

After messing with Zainab's mind for a few minutes my mother

suddenly turned her anger on me. Mainly because Zainab was being
valiantly defended by my father,

"You" She began pointing an accusing finger at me "Too busy with

your friends to think about marriage."

"What? Have you suddenly decided that time has stopped in your case
and you will live for ever? What good is you money if you have no one
to leave it to?"

'You and the family seem to find enough uses for it' I thought bitterly
but held my tongue
I then underwent what every South Asian male in the world will
understand. I was verbally assaulted by my mother and the age old
'grandchildren' saga complete with tears, table thumping and the
usual accusations of 'not caring about my parents in their old age".

Papa made no attempt to defend me and merely nodded his

agreement as I was mercilessly bombarded by my mother's tongue.

MY appetite suddenly died and I found myself simply moving my food

around the plate as if to look busy.

Dinner over I decided to take a walk in the garden and just chill out. 

Dubai was looking better with every second that past.

That night, Beena sneaked into my room, I wasted no time with

preliminaries, I simply bent her over the bed and took her hard and
fast as I had seen Samad do earlier. She seemed confused by my
roughness but the cum she flooded my pumping cock with told me
that she had loved every pussy stretching second of it.

I slept without really sleeping, my mind replacing Beena, Naila etc

with the heaving sweaty body of Zainab.

I woke up for the first time in years with boxer shorts filled with cum
c/o a hardcore wet dream of Zainab and me.

As arranged earlier. My father went to the airport to collect Faisel,

Naila, Rida and the kids. I volunteered to go to the shop and
supervise until Papa or Faisel could relieve me. Things were still tense
but easing, at home. 

I had actually seen Zainab at breakfast and said 'Hi ya' in my old
playful, 'best buddy' way;

Truth was that I felt guilty, realising that my wet dream had stared
Zainab 'doing things' to me and having me 'do things' to her. Not very
decent or even possible, (in some cases) 'things'

She smiled and gave me a quick blushing smile visibly relaxing I

thought, at my casual manner as well as giving me a severe cock
stand.

My parents discussed the return of the 'Lahore party'. It was obvious

that my mother expected to hear about 'good rishtas' (proposals) for
me, and that my father was simply happy to break the tension of the
house with grand kids to fuss over.

Akram had already opened, swept and mopped the shop, by the time
I arrived. He was nervous around me, and I said and did nothing to
lessen his nervousness. 

Waking up with my boxers shorts full of cum, was like re-living

adolescence and in my case, one period of adolescence was enough. I
had no wish to relive the frustration, confusion and general insecurity
I had felt in those years. In other words I was feeling bitchy.

The shop was filling up and I soon was busy with taking payments
and making change. The women were all in the 'mature category,'
even the maids seemed to be fast approaching their 'sell-by-dates'
and whether it was because of me, or a genuine lack of interest in
older women, Akram kept himself busy dusting, stocking shelves or
fetching things.

Yes, young pussy is 'tight' and 'hot' but can be too scared, shy or
inexperienced; middle aged pussy can do things that Huma and
Samia (the call girls) had no doubt learned to do and what was more,
they enjoyed it more. Probably because the husband was too busy
trying to screw a twenty year old and 're-capturing his youth. Akram
was missing out on a lot, if he thought that 'old was worn out'.

One woman, in her mid-forties, gave me a frosty look as I had

casually flirted with her. She may have been in her forties but her
body was well shaped, fit and a mature woman can teach you a lot, if
you get past the age fixation. I was simply bored I guess, because my
flirtation had been almost off hand.
She came back an hour later on the pretext of forgetting something.
She slipped me a mobile (cell) phone number with the payment for
the item, her face still expressionless and her tone icy.

I tucked the number in my shirt pocket and carried on as usual. I

decided to wait an hour, send Akram out on some errand; all provided
the shop was empty of customers.

When I dialled the number, the 'ice lady' had slipped me, a rather nice
female voice answered, I introduced myself and asked if there was
anything she needed, It was as lame as lame can be but she went
along with it and thanked me for asking, Call ended,

Then ten minutes after I hung up, she rang me back, her tone now
totally different; far more seductive, explaining that she had been
with someone (Husband?) when I had called; and asked me to meet
her at a nearby park at a certain time at gate number 3. I agreed.

It was after 1pm when my father finally came to take over from me.
We had a chat bringing each other up-to-date on what each of us
needed to know, over a cup of tea. I went home for a late lunch and
greeted Rida, Naila and Faisel at the dinning table, while they were
still eating.

Naila eyed me with interest while Zainab concentrated on talking to

Rida, but gave me a welcoming smile, as I sat down. I would have to
ask her if she had Beena sow her into her Kamiz. They always seemed
like they were about to split open, if she breathed too hard. The idea
of Zainab's very tasty breasts suddenly bursting free and popping up,
hard tipped and eager for a sucking at the dinning table produced the
now an almost constant cock stand

Hell! It was adolescence all over again complete with leaky piss slit
and spunk filled balls.

Faisel bored me with tales of Lahore's old city and 'food Street" and
his passion for Lahore's famous fish dishes. Sad isn't it that the only
'socially acceptable fun' is to eat? Thankfully the kids were napping so
I was spared that part of the 'home-coming' for later.
Lunch over, I showered shaved and took my time getting changed into
expensively faded jeans and an expensive looking T-shirt, and drove
the short distance to the park. I was glad of the deodorant I had
applied; the weather was very humid and sticky. It was about 5pm by
the time I turned up; a little before the appointed time.

This famous (un-nameable) Park is what a park should be. Green, full
of trees and pleasant pathways, fountains and even a jogging track
laid out for both sexes to enjoy. The other main features of the park
are the high boundary wall and entry fee.

Then there are the security guards all ex-fauji (military) types with
'no nonsense' looks in their eyes. This gives the park something
special in a large, unpredictable city like Karachi; A sense of total
security. 

After paying my entry fee at gate '1', and looking as respectable as

possible, (or they 'ask' you to leave) I began to walk slowly and
serenely along the shaded pathways towards gate '3'. I was soon
aware that I was being discretely followed by a security guard.

With so many women running around, in sweaty t-shirts with breasts

bouncing healthily and buttocks shuddering under the impact of each
foot fall, the temptation for a person to simply come and stare was
always a problem

I noted the joggers, men in shorts, women in loose or tight sweat

pants (No shorts sadly) jog around inter-mixed with people just
walking briskly and chatting, a social event, and normal human
behaviour.

There were young couples, sitting together on benches and lawns

chatting and flirting as long as they didn't start kissing or fucking, the
park guards were willing to leave them alone to touch each other
discreetly and not too outrageously.

This is a conservative country where public displays of affection are

socially forbidden. (Then again, is there any country in the world that
allows people to screw in public freely?)
I did however notice a lot of hand holding, thigh stroking and in one
secluded summer house; a guy busy rubbing his hand between his
partners legs, over the woman's fully clothed pussy as he smiled and
said things I couldn't hear. 

My slow silent stroll wasn't noted by them until I was almost upon
them (very careless of them) she had her eyes closed and he was too
busy rubbing her choot to pay attention. They stopped as I passed
them, both with grins of embarrassment. I just smiled shrugged as if
to say 'None of my business, Go for it'. 

However, feeling sympathetic for their desperation, I did say, looking

at my wrist watch as a phoney decoy "Guard coming".

The guy nodded and smiled as the woman checked that her clothing
was decently in place. By the time any guard trailing me would have
reached the summer house he would have seen two people having a
conversation, instead of a woman withering in controlled passion as
her partner finger fucked her.

I had entered from a different gate just in case 'ice lady' was some
kind of sick bitch with a couple of male relatives in tow at gate 3 to
beat some 'manners' into me. Not unlikely so, Pakistani/Indian
readers take note. Be cautious. Think with your brain not your Lund.

I reached gate '3', a little after the time she had said. She was
already there and paying her entrance fee.

I made no attempt to greet her beyond an inoffensive smile, and

waited for her to say in surprise "Fahad Beta! (son) what a pleasant
surprise, where is your mother?"

I had to hand it to her; she drew everyone's attention to us, and by

her words dismissed us from their minds.

The guard who had been shadowing me moved off to do something

else and 'ice woman' began strolling along one of the pathways with
me. Chatting like an old friend. I must admit, that 'live' her voice
lacked the same 'sex appeal' of the phone voice.
Her name was Rubina; she was married with two sons studying in an
elite high school. Husband was a wealthy businessman with little
interest in her. He had a 'keep' (mistress) she claimed, that 'took care
of his needs'.

"I suppose he thinks I am not interested in sex anymore. I am

though" she said bluntly giving me a sly smile. No one paid much
attention to us. Those that did usually were more interested in
making sure we didn't notice their 'hidden' attempts at 'feeling' each
other.

As expected, guys went for a squeeze of ass or a stroke of thigh or a

breast cupping. the girls seemed content hold hands or stoke a chest
or tease an arm with finger tips. I keep my eyes open and observe a
lot of what happens around me. 

One more thing for you note, many girls were head to toe covered
with only dark lust filled eyes (?) urging their daring boyfriends to risk
a thrashing off a security guard or some 'do-gooder'.

(Before the 'do-gooders' and 'soul savers' start sending me death

threats, why the fuck are you on this site reading these stories
anyway?)

"I saw those two yesterday at the bank they work at, flirting" Rubina
said indicating a young couple chatting under a tree,

"I know his wife and two toddlers, slightly, daughter of a neighbour"
she added turning and steering us away from them.

I didn't expect to get anywhere with her on a first meeting. Unless

she had an apartment or house, I wasn't in the mood for a quick
screw in the back of my car parked in some secluded lane. Too much
like teenage desperation, when you have finally convinced a girl to let
you 'do it' quickly before dropping her near her house. 

(I can almost see you all nodding).

She asked about my housing situation and I asked about hers.

Obviously, we could not take each other home.
The Sunset call to prayer was sounding as we reached back to gate
'3'. 

I walked her to her car as she asked me to, and she pointed out the
registration number to me.

"Remember it and call me sometime" She said getting into her car
"maybe a place and time will turn up" She added with a coy smile.
Yeah. The woman wanted cock badly, just wasn't willing to 'bed and
spread' in a bamboo hut. Why should she? She was 'The Upper Class'
in anyone's country.

I stored the information and open invitation away in the back of my

mind, walking back through the park towards gate 1. 

No one was interested in me now and the couple in the summer

house had long gone, maybe to some car backseat in a secluded
lane?

As I drove home I casually thought of options and could find none,

except for a hotel But would she go for that and what would 'hotel'
mean to her category wise? I don't mind paying for the best but I
want what I pay for, if you get my meaning,

The evening passed as expected. Rida and my mother ran through a

long list of 'candidates' for my consideration; she even had
photographs, what this woman could do for the intelligence services
was almost frightening. (Is there a shortage of men in Pakistan
because there seems to an over supply of suitable girls?)

Naila would add her approval of someone now and then, but I think
she was more interested in teasing me. Certainly her clothing was
getting more revealing as my vacation went on.

Just before dinner, I cornered Naila in the drawing room, for a hot
passionate kiss and feel of her body. She had hung back and made
sure that her figure hugging suit showed off her ass, and a slow
wiggle of her ass as it moved helped get my attention.
"Ooooooooooh" She groaned as I licked her neck and ear lobes "I
missed you"

I pressed myself hard against her as my mouth covered hers and our
tongues met in a long hard French kiss.

I felt her pull back, and as we stared deep into each others eyes she
said "I feel that you've missed me too"

Since my hard-on was pressed hard against her tummy, she certainly
could feel something.

"Tonight?" I asked breathless with lust "I must have you tonight" My
hands squeezed her ass in a clear attempt to get her consent and
demonstrate my urgent need, pressing my cock harder at her tummy
also helped me make my point.

She smiled mischievously, an eyebrow raised as she pouted "Maybe.

Let me think about it". The Bitch!

We broke apart as we heard my mother calling us for dinner. We

entered the dinning room minutes apart.

"Have you seen Naila?" my mother asked me before adding "You look
flushed, Fahad, are you ok?" 

I shrugged. Quickly seating myself and therefore making the tent in

my trousers less likely to be noticed.

As we sat down to dinner Naila came in and sat down opposite me,
beside Faisel, my clueless brother.

"Where were you?" Faisel asked already attacking the food like a
Shadi guest. Where did he put it all, he was as slim as me?

"Oh I had a few things to check on and sort out" she replied smiling at
everyone.

That night, I locked the door after Naila entered my room.

We were both hot and lusting for each other. We soon fell naked and
squirming into the 'traditional-man-on-top' position, her legs opening
and her ass lifting to give my cock a clear target at her fuck hole.

Man she was hot! I mean very hot, wet and hungry for my cock. Had
Faisel been too busy eating fish to take care of Naila's sexual
appetite?

Her choot gripped my Lund like a slimy hand squeezing it as I shafted

in and out of her cunt in time to her own violent bucking up and
down. It was beautiful. The frustrations of the past several days were
finally being seen to properly by a pussy with a thirst for cock cream.

Yes, Beena had sneaked in for a nightly bang but something about
fucking a woman without a condom just can't be explained. It feels,
so good. BUT! Live long and prosper, use a condom

We both were so hot that we both came almost immediately and

almost simultaneously. I can't tell you if the feel of hot spunk blasting
into her fuck hole triggered her orgasm or the other way around.

What I can say is that after a brief rest, our two sweaty heaving
bodies were screwing again. We hadn't even un-cocked her cunt.

I was busy ramming her hot choot and sucking her nipples as I heard
a tapping on the door. Naila and I paused, my cock still deep up her
and then resumed fucking after we were certain that the person at
the door had gone.

Her cunt was now a squishy slimy hole filled with our cum and natural
cunt lube, my dick was hard but I knew that the first ball blaster had
taken some of the stiff out of stiffness. But my mind and heart were
not in the mood to simply lie down and leave us both hanging (well
me hanging) without another cum.

I pulled out and as she gasped in surprise I turned her onto her
stomach and pushed my mouth and lapping tongue at her butt crack
and soon licked her twitching butt hole as she groaned and moaned
into the pillow, Her fists grabbing the bed sheet as she heaved her
hips up and I pressed her hips down.
She tasted of sweat, and pussy and spunk. The eroticism of what I
was doing soon restored my Lund to full hardness and as she grunted
like a speared animal, I aimed my cock at her butt hole and eased in.
The weight of my body and the desperation and force of my assault
reduced her to a quivering mass that simply wanted me to fuck. Her
ass moved up to meet my cock as it pumped her. Whoever had
introduced her to anal had been an expert or was she naturally more
into anal that vaginal? Who knows and fuck, who cares?

We soon got the right tempo and pace going and with her fingers now
teasing her breasts, nipples and clit along with my one free hand (The
other was holding her in position) it wasn't long before I shot a long
hot stream of spunk up her rectum and heard her slowly let out her
breath as her own body shuddered in orgasm.

I pulled my cock out of her ass and collapsed face first onto the bed
besides her panting.

Naila and I lay besides each other for a while, catching our breaths
and just enjoying the warm satisfied feeling that sex gives you. We
showered together to save time and also to enjoy making out,
soaping each other up and teasing each other's sexual organs.

'Natural reactions' followed and as I leaned against the edge of the

sink, Naila despite my half hearted suggestions that she hurry up and
go, sucked the whatever baby juice left in of my balls out. She
swallowed the little she could get and licked her lips with a soft almost
cat like purr.

"Didn't Faisel take care of his duties in Lahore?" I asked her as she
stood up slowly and stretched 

"Oh yes!" She said standing in front of the sink as I moved to the
shower.

"Faisel was on me every night and sometimes in the morning." She

said spitting out some water. "What he lacks in 'technique' and 'stay'
he makes up for with a high sex drive." She added Then using a
finger as a toothbrush she applied toothpaste and cleaned her teeth.
No spunk breath for Faisel's morning kiss. "Pity you too didn't share
'teachers' growing up" She remarked after spitting and rinsing her
mouth out before observing ,"He is a 'wham-bang-thank-you-ma'am'
type of guy, where as you know how to get a girl's juices flowing."
She dried her face and I quickly rinsed myself under the shower,
cleaning my saliva and cum coated Lund and balls and then followed
her back into the bedroom.

She dressed quickly and after a quick kiss good bye, she sneaked
back upstairs.

I fell back on the bed naked as the day I was born and fell into a very
deep sleep.

Next thing I remember is the door of my room slamming shut, and

my mother yelling at me to put something on.

From there, the day sort of nose dived.....

I had to endure a long lecture from my mother on 'decency', over

breakfast ...

"Suppose Beena had walked in on you lying sprawled on your back

naked like that" She said with a blush.

I have to admit that I felt a little red faced too, but thought, 'Beena
would have taken over where Naila left off and you, my dear Ammi,
might have caught her with my dick in her mouth or in her choot.'

"Suppose one of your sisters or Naila had walked in?" She said with a
hushed voice filled with horror.

'Yes Ammi' I thought 'let's suppose Zainab had walked in....'

Thinking such things gave me a rapid and very hard hard-on. This
even shocked me. I thought my cock had had enough sex for the time
being. I was wrong. The simple mention of Zainab seemed to cause
my cock to throb in hunger and leak pre-cum.
"FAHAD!" Ammi's yell broke my thoughts "I am talking to you are you
listening to me?"

To escape from my sister and mother, and their marriage nagging, I

went to the store. It was there that I found advice from an
unexpected person.

Faisel was busy on the phone placing orders to suppliers as my father

and I stood at the counter chatting quietly.

"Bheta" (Son) Papa said "Beena can take care of 'that', for you. No
need to suffer son."

"That?" I asked unsure what he meant he was my father after all, 'my
moral compass' etc

"Yes, your hard ones" (well he at least tried to keep up with the latest
terms) He said softly "We all need our 'water drained', it is but
natural. Take Beena to your bed and get it out of your system. The
risk of your mother walking in when you have an erection is always
there. By the way, lock your door or wear something. Have pity on my
old ears, your mother was furious"

I stood embarrassed by the advice Papa had given me; my moral

compass had just gone haywire......

But things were still to happen. Rida turned up with a 'lecture' at the
store. I had to try to 'smile', 'joke' and finally remain silent, as all of
these ploys failed to stop her. I would be wed or dead as far as she
was concerned. To me both were pretty much the same thing.

"Who do you think you are to disappoint our parents? These families
have done us an honor by putting their daughters forward", she
stormed.

Dinner was complete with stereophonic nagging. Everyone just let

Ammi and Rida pound me on the marriage issue.

I smiled at Zainab and raised my eyes brows in despair. She smiled in

sympathy but didn't come to my defense.

The bombardment continued with everyone looking on. Rida and

Ammi were a tag team hitting away at me as I sat gradually getting
angrier and angrier.

"Okay1 OKAY!" I finally snapped "Find the 'perfect' girl and tell me
where the fuck to sign".

Total silence followed my out burst. Everyone was looked at me in

surprise. Seems that they had all forgotten my temper.

"So you will come to Lahore then?" Rida finally asked after the silence
had hung heavily over the room a few minutes.

"Yes! YES! YES!" I shouted "Lahore, Pindi the dark side of the fucking
moon just shut UP about it, Ok?"

Ammi and Rida smiled at each other and Faisel asked me to pass him
the chicken salaan (curry). Faisel at least had his priorities straight.

Later that night as I sat on the balcony thinking things over, I heard
the door slide open and Zainab say "Hi"

"Hello Jaan" (darling) I said, actually happy to see her. I had been
sinking into a dark mood over things; thinking about it all, Zainab
might snap me out of it.

She asked if she could talk a little to me, standing in the doorway
nervously.

"Talk a 'lot', if you want" I said sarcastically "Everyone is 'talking' to

me today".

She sat down on the balcony floor beside me. I hadn't bothered with
chairs, and I hadn't expected company.

We sat in silence for many long minutes. We would smile at each

other; me to encourage her to speak; she to cover her shyness.
"Is it about the other night?" I asked in my softest tone of voice, my
prick hardening in my pajama bottoms as I reflected on it. Thank
Goodness I had opted to wear no under wear, my cock could freely
move in my trousers as I sat there.

"Well, yes" Zainab finally said looking away at an aircraft with flashing
'navigation lights' in the night sky.

I nodded. I knew this moment would come one day. I had rehearsed
it in my mind. I would say that 'I understood that she had been upset
and unaware of what she was saying.'

"Well" She began "Zain and Me well," looking at her finger tips; she
took a deep breath and said finally "We are still together".

Of the two things she could have said about her relationship status,
this was the one I didn't want to hear.

"OH Zainab are you fucked up in the head?" I blurted out in

desperation. "The guy was pumping your best friend in front of you
and you are still with him?!"

It was dark and the light was off so I couldn't see her face clearly but
I could imagine it twisting in pain at my words. "He said he was drunk
and didn't think about where things with Alia were heading and it all
was accidental sort of...in a way..."She justified in a small soft voice.

"Sure" I said "'Accidents like that do happen. Maybe.....Right sure!

The guy is sweet talking you; he didn't 'accidentally' end up on top of
Alia fucking; .those accidents don't happen: someone makes them
happen and usually (hopefully) both parties want it to happen" I said
bitterly

"Well Alia said was an accident too" Zainab pleaded pathetically.

"As if she will admit to being chaloo (easy)' I said in a harsh tone
"wake up yaar (dude) he just wants to fuck you up while he fucks Alia
in secret" I added. I couldn't fault his logic but I resented my sister
being part of the triangle
"At least he wants me....which is more then you do" She said softly.

"Oh shit Zainab Jaan, you ....," I started but didn't finish; so much for
the rehearsed speech.

Silence followed. 

No. We didn't end up doing it on the balcony under the stars, hard
and fast with screams of joy, and half the neighborhood watching us
through binoculars.

She got up and went to her room.

An hour or so later, I went to mine. This had been a really bad day, I
was glad to end it.

Early in the morning I was awoken by Beena as she lay down naked
beside on the bed.

Without saying anything she pushed my pajama bottoms down and

started sucking on my cock.

She had become quite good at sucking cock since I had trained her. I
lay there slowly stroking her thighs and teasing her pussy with my
fingers, as she worked on me.

To be honest, I wasn't in the mood, but I believe you should never

disappoint a naked woman as she settles, with her thighs astride your
face and sucks on your cock. In fact, never turn down a chance to
fuck unless there are really good reasons not to screw.

Eventually, she put her bald pussy over my mouth and looked back at
me waiting for me to start licking it as she held my balls gently in her
hand and smiled.

I smiled and soon found myself enjoying the taste of freshly washed
pussy. It was wet from my fingering as my tongue tasted the
tanginess of her juice. I soon was busy lapping at her slit and teasing
her clit as my hands roamed over her ass, back and breasts.
I fucked her mouth with my cock as my fingers teased her clit and my
tongue probed her opening.

She soon was panting and snorting with a mouth full of cock as she
came.

After that, I flipped her onto the bed and took her doggy style until I
came. I had paused just long enough to find and put on a condom
and urge her to get on all fours for me.

As I fucked her with hard fast thrusts of my cock I watched my shaft

slide in and out of Beena's choot, my hands gripping her as and hip as
I pistoned to discharge. My mind seemed to wander as the spunk
finished shooting up from my balls; how many times had I done this
and to how many women? Yet every time was great and every woman
had been good if not fantastic. Okay there had been a few 'dead
fucks' where the woman made me do all the work but they had been
early on in my sex life and since then I had learned a few tricks to get
active the most inactive of partners.

Beena wiggled her butt as my condom filled with spunk.

"Umm I love the feeling of your stuff in me" She sighed contentedly, a
big grin on her face as she lay there. 

I looked down at the hairless crinkled rose bud of her ass hole and
asked her "have you ever had it in your ass"

She hid her face and said in an embarrassed voice "yes, once or
twice" Her voice seemed to lie to me but I didn't care.

If she had had it 'once or twice', then she had had it several times. 

After I had pissed and washed I came back to my bed to find Beena
asleep. I checked the door was locked and lay down beside her to
sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, Beena was gone and I had a sheet
covering me. Beena had obviously decided to spare me any more
lectures.
The day began with me feeling down and moody. I spoke to no one
apart from the usual morning 'Salaams'.

Zainab turned up and then disappeared out.

My mother then started off about how wild Zainab was getting and
Rida said "get her married that will settle her down"

Yes marriage would certainly do that I thought giving Rida a hard look
and noting that marriage had encouraged her to gain weight. No
wonder her hubby was looking up ex-girlfriends. 

Naila and Rida went shopping and I spent the morning checking my e-
mails and chatting with my office staff in Dubai.

Terrible thing to be a boss and see that things run fine without you,
Makes you feel out of date, redundant etc.

It was only me and Ammi at lunch. Thankfully she kept quiet.

Zainab was doing it again; going out early, and staying out late. My
mother and she had daily shouting matches over her behavior. The
word 'slut' was traded and I think my mother actually slapped her a
few times. If you knew my mother, you would know it takes a lot to
get her 'physical'.

"What will people say?" Ammi wept. "She'll end up with a bad name
and no decent proposals".

I have often though that Jane Austin, the great authoress would have
understood my family perfectly.

Rida tried reasoning with Zainab, and across the breakfast table, one
morning and was given 'the finger' by Zainab, which made me smile
and made Rida furious.

"Why do you do it?" I asked her after Rida had shouted herself into a
crying fit, a tendency of hers.
"Because," Zainab said leaning in close across the table and smiling
mischievously "I fucking CAN!"

No arguing with that logic. No complaints about looking into her

sparkling lynx eyes either.

"So" She asked leaning closer across the table again and fixing her
innocent gaze on me "You still angry with me about Zain?"

"Nope" I lied "You can fuck your life up all you want. None of my
concern" I said with a shrug of my shoulders. 

In fact the idea that Zain was feeling her body if not, screwing her,
made my blood boil but, what can you do? The girl was old enough to
make a real mess of her life and she seemed determined to do so.
This conversation was in hushed tones but actually the sound of
Rida's melodramatic sobs would probably have covered up a normal
conversational tone.

"Oh don't say that Fahad!" She said her eyes pleading with me "You of
all people must love me even when I am bad and reckless. No matter
what I do or say, love me always".

I couldn't make out if she was messing with my mind or what. Her
eyes and voice said 'things'; her smile said something else. She knew
me; knew that I had the hots for her; she could be 'playing' with me
'teasing' me.

It was the way she smirked that made my stomach flutter, yes; she
was teasing me; no doubt about it. The way she brushed an
imaginary bread crumb or something from her bust was a tease.

"I hope nothing went down my kamiz and into my bra cup" she said
softly winking at me.

You already can guess what state I was in. The girl made me blush, a
new experience for me.

Naila looked at me strangely and then looked at Rida and raised her
eyebrows in an expression of defeat and annoyance. Rida was still
crying and making a fuss over Zainab's rudeness.

My father and mother pressed Zainab to apologize but Zainab simply

got up and blew us a kiss as she left the room.

I watched her walk away with a smile on my lips and a strange feeling
in the pit of my stomach.

She turned her head, perhaps sensing my eyes on her and smiled at
me.

She had caught me 'checking-her-out', which is what I had been

doing without realizing it. I was embarrassed which was
uncomfortable for me.

I was checking my e-mails when I heard my mother and Zainab

yelling at each other again. Something to do with keys....

Then the study door was flung open, startling me, and a very angry
looking Zainab burst in and said "Drive me Fahad, the 'witch-of-the-
east' has hidden the car keys".

Just then the 'witch' (Ammi) came in and ordered me NOT to take the
'beysharam Randi' (Shameless whore) anywhere.

The 'Randi' and 'Witch' then attacked each other, and a cat fight was
well underway by the time I got up and put my self between them. I
faced Ammi as she tried to slap around me to get Zainab.

I took firm hold of my mother's hands and said "Ammi stop it. CALM
DOWN. You too Zainab".

They both hurled insults at each other as I pushed them apart.

Naila and Rida came in and soon order was restored.

"What the heck is going on?" I asked them both.

"Look at her!" Ammi yelled "Look at how she is dressed!"

I did. Zainab was in her usual jeans and t-shirt, her white bra clearly
visible through the thin cotton of the shirt and her jeans hugging
every part of her hips ass thighs and groin in a truly beautiful way. I
swallowed hard and said "She always dresses that way".

"She dresses like a slut; talks all night to boys and hangs out with
them all day doing what? What do they do? What do they talk about?
The price of onions?" Ammi was in a really bad mood; 'Onions' had
been mentioned.

"What happened" I asked Zainab who shrugged and replied that she
had no idea.

Rida started off on Zainab. Big sister; big noise and big finger back off
Zainab.

There was almost another cat-fight but, I managed to pin Rida down
on the sofa before she could jump on Zainab.

"Stop it" I yelled really losing my temper now. I was getting stressed
out by these women.

"Get in the car Zainab. Naila take Rida out somewhere and calm her
down. Ammi, don't start again" I said pointing a finger at my mother;
I sensed she was about to say something 'colorful'.

I was in shorts and a t-shirt and had not planned going out but to
ease the situation, I slipped some slippers on and asked my mother
for the car keys.

She was about to start off again but I said firmly "Don't! ', and held
my hand out for the car keys.

Zainab sat with her arms folded and an angry pout on her face as I
slowly drove around aimlessly. .

"Ok what happened?" I asked after 20 or so minutes, pulling up under

a tree near Park towers.
"Ammi is ridiculous" Zainab said looking at me before saying "take me
for a coffee at Park Towers".

"Jee Memsahib" I replied giving her a salute, which made her smile.

It was as we entered McDonalds (the only place actually open) that

Zainab said "Ammi found my pills and freaked out'.

"Pills?" I asked "What pills?" My heart raced with concern. Was she
sick? Was she doing drugs in a hard way?

"THE Pill, you know birth control" She explained with a smirk "Surely
your partners use something or do I have nephews and nieces hidden
away?"

"Heck No!" I said seriously "I am careful and so are my partners" I

muttered a silent prayer that it was true.

I bought the coffee and sat down in a quiet corner with Zainab
thinking about what she had told me.

"Well, at least you take precautions" I said lamely secretly cursing and
envying Zain for humping my sister.

"Well" Zainab said "It is the 21st Century and girls do have sex drives,
although in Ammi's case that probably isn't true. She probably kept
her eyes and mouth closed every time Papa 'did' her".

We sipped our coffee in silence and then I said 'excuse me' and
headed to the rest rooms to take a piss.

I was just washing my hands when the door opened and Zainab
darted in. Before I could say anything, she had pushed me into a
cubicle and locked the door.

She then wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a long,
hard, wet kiss on the mouth. I responded by opening my mouth and
darting my tongue into hers. It was a hungry kiss. Fuck I wanted her!

We kissed passionately for long, hot minutes as she ruffled my hair

and worked her groin against mine.

My hands were on her ass and back pulling her tightly against me; my
cock enjoying the hard yet soft feel of her against it.

The sound of a guy whistling and humming a Pop song, as he pissed

in the cubicle next to us, brought me to my senses.

I looked at Zainab in shock and released her.

She put her finger to my lips to hush me, her eyes indicating the
guy's presence beside us in the next cubicle.

I was stuck, trapped really. How can you explain a girl in a men's
room cubicle to Mall security?

Zainab slid down me and despite my attempts to stop her, undid my

shorts and fished my hard Lund out.

As we silently fought, she got hold of my balls and squeezed them

hard. I cried out.

The whistling stopped in the cubicle next to us. Then resumed.

I had frozen in fear but Zainab had used the moment to pull my
shorts and briefs down and grab my shaft firmly.

I watched in fascination and lust as she expertly licked my cock up

and teased the piss slit with her tongue.

I sighed fighting to keep the sound in my throat and not 'disturb' the
guy next to us.

I clenched my fists into balls as my ass twitched nervously and Zainab

took my swollen pre-cum and spit coated cock head into her mouth
and sucked me.

I remember hearing the flush next door go, and the sound on the
'whistler', washing his hands and leaving the rest room.
Zainab was really doing a great job on my cock and despite myself,
my hand took hold of her head and I started to fuck her mouth gently
as she sucked me.

She teased my balls and butt crack with her fingers and soon, too
soon really, I felt my balls erupt and the semen shot along my Lund
into Zaianb's mouth.

I had tried half heartedly, to dislodge her as I realized I was Cuming,

but she had adamantly held on to my cock and moaning with
pleasure, she had drank every drop of my spunk down into her
tummy.

Zainab casually stood up as I heaved and panted trying hard not to

make a sound; she kissed me and left the cubicle.

I sat down hard on the pot and slapped my face hard. Then I pulled
my shorts and briefs up and exited a few minutes later. I was
shocked; happy; guilty and sweaty as walked over to where Zainab
sat with two fresh cups of coffee.

I sat down in front of her and stared at her nervously, my heart was
fluttering and my stomach had butterflies as I looked in confusion at
her.

"Why...? What...? Shit!" I said all at once.

Zainab smiled and stroked my hand with her finger tips.

Reality slapped me back as I heard Zainab say "Hi guys, meet my

bro".

I turned to see two guys and two girls walking over to us; the girls
getting the attention of everyone in the place, 'heating' the males and
annoying the females as they walked over.

My first introduction to Zain was a shock. I mean a real shock to me.

Not the type of guy I had pictured for Zainab at all.

He was tall and painfully slim. His hair was long and oily and he had
dress sense of an L.A. rapper/gang member, who had gone color blind
or something.

This guy was fucking Zainab? I was stunned.

Alia was there and she looked so chaloo (easy) that, she should have
put a Taxi sign on her head and charged by the minute. Her clothes
just managed to cover the 'strategic' zones of her body, but left
nothing to the imagination. 

The other girl was Samia who was dressed like Alia.

The fourth 'friend' was some short, sweaty guy with a skinny frame
and spiky hair. He was Daud and was Samia's brother or cousin or
something like that. I was still slightly shocked by all that had
happened and the sight of Zain.

"Excuse my bro yaar" Zainab said "He is a bit unwell; I have been
taking care of him". She winked at me and I am sure I blushed.

The gang sat down and started talking some 'foreign' language that I
could barely understand. Urdu-Americanized English slang, mixed
with generous helpings of Punjabi swear words, that all involve
incestuous acts with a female relative. They spoke with ease and
speed, laughing and joking, as I sat there and wondered when I
would wake up.

We spent the rest of the day 'hanging out'. Zainab with her hand in
mine while Zain wrapped his arm around her waist and we walked
around 'Park Towers Mall' window shopping and being noisy...

Several older people gave us looks of disapproval, but the mall

security were too busy checking out Alia and Samia's (the clone)
asses and tight t-shirts to say anything.

We sat down to lunch in a smoke filled café as Zain and his friends
took turns smoking the Sheesha (Arab pipe) The smell of vanilla
flavored tobacco filled my senses as we sat squeezed onto two small
sofa.
I noted that Alia was busy squashing her ass against her Daud's cock
as she sat in his thin lap and talked to him.

Then the guy's legs started moving and I knew he was moving his
aroused cock against her ass as she squirmed in a dry hump
(simulated sex).

Alia whispered something to him and after a few minutes, she head
off to the rest rooms and he followed soon after.

Zainab smirked at me as Zain rubbed her thigh and Samia offered me

a French fry.

It was late, when Zainab and I drove home. We had to drop Daud and
Samia off first though. They sat in the back and when I checked the
rear view mirror, I was shocked to see Daud's hand rubbing between
Samia's thighs over her crotch as she squeezed the bulge in his
shorts. Cousins, Sister and brother? What was their relationship to
each other?

Zainab put her hand between my legs as I drove away after dropping
Daud and Samia off.

I didn't stop her as she squeezed my cock and put my hand between
her legs.

I parked close to our house in a seclude dark lane and reached across
to grab her and kiss her.

There in the darkness, we made out; my hands exploring and

squeezing every inch of her body that could be reached, given the
confines of our position. My fingers managed to feel the bald flesh of
her choot but could not reach the slit and the fuck hole I longed for.

I got another blow job as my hand forced its way under her jeans and
panties to the soft firm flesh of her ass.

Zainab soon had me spurting my seed into her mouth with a mixture
of expertise and the eroticism of the situation. After she had
swallowed my cum, for the second time that day, we drove home in
silence.

The world as I knew it had been turned upside down by the swiftness
and nature of events.

I went to sleep unsure how I felt about what had happened between
me and Zainab. It was a BIG thing; I had been sucked-off by my
sister and had made out with her. The initial high I felt was now
eroding, under the waves of guilt that washed over me.

As I lay in the dark, I wrestled with my conscience and felt stabs of

guilt and shame hit my heart repeatedly. She had taken the initiative
that was true. But I had certainly been doing things that a brother
should not do with his sister. I could not escape the blame. I had
allowed it to happen and had secretly wanted it to happen.

I am not sure when I fell asleep, but I was awoken by Naila, who
whispered for me to be quiet and follow her. Confused but interested I
did.

She led me out through the patio doors from the drawing room into
the garden, and tip-toed towards the back of the house where Beena
and Samad's staff quarters were. I copied her stealth, and soon we
came to the door of Samad's room. 

Naila motioned for me to bring the old chair I had used to spy on
Beena, over to Samad's door and together we stood on it, and looked
inside the room, through the open ventilation window over the door.

There was Samad, naked and sweaty, on top of someone, fucking

with slow, deep thrusts that brought sighs and moans of pleasure
from the woman beneath him. As expected, in the dim light, I made
out the ankles of Beena resting on Samad's buttocks, as her legs
embraced him.

How did I know it was Beena?

The right ankle had the black thread amulet that Beena wore for some
reason. Pakistani's are a very superstitious people with a deep belief
in spirits, curses and black magic. 

My identification was confirmed, when I heard Samad moan her name

as his thrusts speeded up. I and Naila watched silently, as he grew
faster with his humping and finally as they both moaned in unison, he
slammed into her and stayed deep in her, he was obviously unloading
his spunk deep into her.

Naila had pushed her hand down the front of my boxer shorts, and
had been handling my prick this whole time, while I had moved my
hand under her shalwars and panty waist band and had been busy
stroking her butt and teasing her butt crack and the damp sticky slit
between her legs. I like watching people fuck and so it seemed did
Naila.

We didn't wait for Samad to get off Beena, but quickly got down,
returned the chair to its place and quickly and silently headed back to
the patio doors.

As we entered the drawing room, Naila pushed her shalwars and

panties down and leaned over the back of a low back chair, saying in a
lusty voice "Here and now, my choot needs it".

It was a risk; anyone might walk in and find us screwing, hard to

explain having your dick in your sister-in-law at 4am in the morning. I
however, was hard and willing; I moved behind her, pushing my
boxers around my feet and taking firm hold of my 7 inch manhood, I
pumped it a few times, smearing the head with the pre cum leaking
from the tip and then moved it a few times along the wet hot slit of
Naila's choot before lodging the head at the entrance to her fuck hole
and easing my cock in.

She moved back to absorb me into her hot wet tunnel slowly moaning
as I filled her; I was soon buried up to my balls in her.

We fucked slow and hard. I wanted to make each stroke in, as deep
and satisfying as possible. We kept this up for a few minutes and then
quickly rushed to my room where she stripped her kamiz off and lay
down on my bed. I wasted no time in climbing between her legs and
resuming the deep hard thrusts of her choot with my cock.
It was maybe half an hour and an orgasm by Naila later, that I finally
released the surging spunk from my balls and filled her as she
withered in another orgasm.

"Oh my!" She panted "That was amazing. You were so controlled; so
hard and hot"

I lay beside her on the bed and casually scratched my groin. The
stubble on it told me it was time to shave it.

Naila and I chatted in hushed whispers for a while.

Interlude:-

Now you all might be thinking that I am a real 'son-of-a-bitch', to

have so many women in my house, willing to have sex with me. Some
of you might be thinking, 'what about Zainab?'

Well, as I said at the beginning of this series, I have a high sex drive
besides which, if I suddenly lost interest in Naila or Beena sexually,
they would become suspicious and jealous. An angry woman is not a
nice experience and they always 'get even' with you. I had started the
ball rolling with Beena and Naila and even Zainab, now I had to keep
them all happy and ignorant or the game could become dangerously
messy. In any case, Beena and Naila, despite what I might tell them,
were only sex objects to me, Zainab well, she was something else
entirely. . Now that I have explained my point of view to you, back to
the story.

Naila and I started chatting about Beena and Samad, and their sexual
activities in the servant's quarters.

"I love seeing people 'doing it'" She said "It turns me on. It always
has. I used to spy on my brother and his wife and my sister and her
husband and others" She added vaguely; rubbing a nipple with her
finger tips as she put her other hand between her legs and squeezed
her legs shut.

"How did you know Samad was with Beena?" I asked, raising myself
on and elbow and adding my hand to hers between her legs. The
woman was still hot and very wet, with a mixture of my cum and her
own, oozing from her hole.

"Well, if she wasn't I would be surprised" Naila said vaguely. "Her

Chacaha (paternal uncle) seldom missies a chance to screw her. I
have seen them doing it before" Naila explained, moving her legs up,
parting them and bending her knees. My fingers soon were able to
tease the lips of her hole and fuck it a little.

"Her Chacha?" I asked in shock, my fingers also stopping, "He looks

almost her age, how can he be her Chacha and if he is, how can her
Chacha fuck her".

'The same way any man can 'fuck' any woman' Naila said with a small
laugh, taking hold of my revitalized Lund and pull at it gently. "One
Lund inside a choot or whatever" She added with a giggle.

"You know what I mean. Is he really her uncle?" I asked, leaning

down to suck on one of her hard pointed nipples

"Well, she calls him 'Chacha' and from what I have heard from her,
her Grandfather married more then once so maybe Samad, is a step
uncle or half uncle or something" Naila explained. "Anyway, Samad
was the one who brought Zainab to work here in the first place."

I was mulling this information over, was he a real uncle, a half uncle
or was it all just a convenient story to get her the job to begin with?
Whatever, I found that thinking of Samad as her real uncle made me
hot.

I started smooching Naila and sucking on her large breasts and hard
nipples. She soon flipped me on to my back and trailed kissed down
my neck chest and stomach before working her soft hands on my
balls and prick.

Hard and very aroused, my fingers toyed with her nipples as she
licked my prick and slid off the bed urging me to move my hips to the
edge of the bed so that she could knell between my parted things and
lick and suck my cock. She sucked me with her usual tender yet,
erotic way. I lay back and enjoyed it selfishly. I allowed her to lift and
push my legs back so that she could lick my butt crack and ream my
anus with her tongue. This pleasure went on for some minutes before
she told me to get back on the bed fully and then getting astride me
and impaling herself on my cock, she began to bounce up and down
on my cock.

I gave her a rough hard ride. My hips bucking to send as much hard
meat into her wet hole as possible. Her sobs and sighs of pleasure
told me she was enjoying this rough handling, as I held her firmly in
place by the hips and bucked up and down fast.

I hissed "Take it baby! Take my cock up in you! Ride it!"

She could only groan and moan in reply, her large full breasts
bouncing wildly as I kept up a punishing pace.

My back and ass muscles started to ache with the exertion, but soon I
felt her choot bathe my cock in her juice and with a couple of final
hard thrusts, I let the seed out of my balls erupt into her.

I was exhausted as she left and didn't bother to shower or clean my

cock. I just locked the door and went to sleep.

When I finally went to breakfast, Zainab had already taken off with
Naila somewhere, and my mother was giving me a cold shoulder.
Papa and Faisel were at the shop and Rida was busy feeding her
baby. 

Beena greeted me as usual, placing a plate of eggs and paratta

(lightly fried unleavened bread) in front of me. She looked tired but
good. I was sure Samad had pleasured her to the fullest.

I pinched her ass hard, just for the heck of it and she swallowed a
gasp and blushed; quickly leaving the dinning room. I ate my
breakfast watching Rida feed her baby and Ammi reading the paper. 

I didn't expect to see Zainab before sunset and I was in no mood to

spend the day at home or at the shop.
I rang a few friends but they were either busy or unwilling to spare
me anytime. It was, as they pointed out a 'week day'.

I checked my e-mails; chatted with the Dubai office on the net till
lunch time.

Rida and Ammi were busy talking as I ate my lunch. Papa had come
home to take lunch too and he spoke to me about the national news
and latest 'conspiracy theory' making the rounds. Pakistani's love to
discuss politics which is not always a healthy thing as they also tend
to become emotional about it.

I nodded and smiled without really hearing a word he said or caring

about it.

Lunch over, I took an afternoon siesta and woke at 5pm refreshed and
still wracked by guilt over Zainab.

Beena knocked on the door to call me for Tea in the lounge. As I

slipped on a pair of slacks and a t-shirt, Beena made the bed. I had
no embarrassment at dressing in front of her and she naturally felt
none at seeing me half naked. Sex does that; breaks down
inhibitions. 

I asked if Naila and Zainab were back, and was told that they had
come back, but that Zainab had gone out an hour later with Zain.

I was not sure what to make of this news but decided that doing the
usual stuff was the best way to avoid suspicion, and decided that was
the reason for Zainab going out with Zain.

At Tea, Rida told me that the Lahore flight was booked and that we
were leaving in the morning, early. She was going by Air force C 130
that night (a perk of an Air force wife) and would meet us in Lahore.

Taking an early night seemed to be everyone's plan. Faisel would to

drop Rida at the air base then drop us the next morning at the
airport.

I waited for Zainab to come home but as it got later and later, I went
to bed and fell asleep.

I woke up around midnight, with the house in darkness and totally

silent. I had been dreaming about Zainab and Zain and it had made
me horny and upset. I had dreamt of her riding astride Zain's hips,
panting and moaning his name as she bounced up and down on him.
Her ass held by his hands, his fingers digging into the firm flesh as
they fucked.

Feeling thirsty, I went to the kitchen to have a water glass of mineral

water, from the fridge. 

As I sipped on the second glass of water, intending to take it back

with me to my room, my eyes saw the tub of Blue Band margarine
and I had a very perverted idea.

I went out to the staff quarters and knocked on Beena's door.

There was a moment of silence and I heard mumbling inside the

room; finally Beena' voice asked shakily who was there. "Me Beena" I
said quietly but clearly "I need something come to my room quickly"

"Oh Fahad Sahib!" Beena replied "uh give me a few minutes, I am, uh
not dressed properly" She added seeming to struggle for an excuse
not to open the door.

I understood at once. Being 'improperly' dressed was not the reason,

heck I had licked her choot and ass; squeezed and sucked her
breasts, besides fucking her in many varied positions; no; Samad was
in there with her.

"Ok" I answered and walked away but I sneaked back to her door and
put my ear to it and listened. I heard Beena whispering to Samad.

"Jao na" (go now) She whispered.

"Oh no, not yet I need you Beena, just let me finish" Samad replied
pleadingly.

"No Go. Fahad might come back" Beena said.

I heard the sound of shuffling feet and the sound of a bed groan
under the sudden impact of weight.

"I'll go when I have cum, Sahib can wait five minutes". Samad said
adamantly.

There was a brief argument followed by the sound of a bed creaking

and Samad moaning as the creaking stopped suddenly as Samad
gasped and obviously came.

"OK, now get off me before Sahib comes back" Beena said gasping for
breath

I hurried back to my room and waited with the tub of 'Blue Band'
hidden in a drawer but close at hand. The bedside reading lamp was
on and I adjusted it to a cool dim glow, enough to see what we were
doing but not to spoil the mood.

Beena slipped into my room quietly; breathing fast from rushing to

my room. Her hair was wet and she smelt of Lux soap having
showered and come to me. Her cloths were damp and clung to her
revealing every contour, bump and rise of her body.

I embraced her hard kissing her face and neck, my hands roaming
over her back down to squeeze her buttocks.

"You're wet" I whispered as she reached down the back of my boxers

to squeeze my ass.

"I showered before coming" She explained as I lead her to the bed
and pushed her down onto it, falling on top of her, my hand moving
between her legs to feel her Cunt and rub it.

'Showered after Cumming don't you mean?' I thought with a smile on

my lips.

"Why didn't you come to me as usual?" I asked stupidly there was no

'routine'; she usually waited for me to ask her to come to me.
"I thought you would be sleeping, because of your flight to Lahore"
She answered, her hand pumping on my very hard shaft of cock
meat.

That was the end of the conversation for a while as we then quickly
undressed and resumed position on the bed side by side. My hands
rubbing and teasing her choot as my mouth and tongue attacked her
breasts and the nipples that crowned them.

We embraced and kissed passionately, moving around the bed,

sometimes with her on top, then me and then side by side. It was
great to feel her soft warm flesh against mine and to let my hands
and fingers explore every inch of her.

I didn't finger her fuck hole not wanting to cover my fingers is any of
Samad's seed. She had showered but had she washed herself out and
pissed enough. I have limits I guess, to my perversion.

I eased her head down my chest saying "Kiss me all the way down
and suck my cock"

She did as I asked and I soon found her working my cock into her
mouth with lots of hot lashes of her tongue and licks of the cock head
tip. 

She moved her thighs astride me and was pressing her bald choot
against my face, eager for me to lick her.

I held onto her buttocks and pulled them apart roughly, exposing her
ass hole. She gasped as I did this and looked back at me asking me
to lick her.

Well, I was not really into it. I hadn't wanted my fingers coated with
any traces of Samad's spunk so I definitely didn't want to 'taste' any
of it with my tongue.

"No" I said slapping her ass playfully and pushing her butt cheeks
together before pulling them apart again.

"What are you doing" She asked between sucks on my cock.

"Does it feel good?" I asked continuing to toy with her butt only now
adding a teasing spit coated finger to her anus as I played.

"Umm!" She moaned "It feels different and nice".

My finger was not having a hard time at all dipping into her butt hole.
The girl had definitely been butt fucked before and by the feel of it,
quite often.

"On your hands and knees Beena, wave that gaand (ass) at me, make
me want it" I said lustfully.

She got into position without any objection or unnecessary delay.

Beena looked at me seductively shaking her firm brown ass at me as I

slipped a condom on my cock. 

I took hold of her hips and gave her butt a few hard slaps saying "Put
my Lund in your choot, make me want it"

Beena rested on her left elbow and reached between her legs to grip
my shaft and guide it to her choot slit.

As I shoved it in, she reached to stroke my balls and moaned as I

started the in-out movements of fucking.

She was hot and not that wet. She probably had rinsed and pissed
Samad's spunk out of her, but after a few deep womb probing thrusts,
I felt her Cunt walls get slicker and the piston action of my cock got
easier.

I had turned her on, no doubt about it and as I fucked her doggy
style, my plan for her butt hole rose bud was quickly taking shape.

I teased the sweaty butt crack with my thumbs as I held onto her hips
and fucked her. The tips of my thumbs, pressing at the butt hole
gently, teasing and I hoped, pleasing her.

I paused and reached into the drawer to get the 'Blue Band
margarine' out, she stayed still, panting, her head down and body
shaking as I smeared a generous amount of margarine over my
condom covered cock and then 'buttered' her asshole.

She looked back at me as I applied the margarine and I saw her

shoulders shake as she laughed quietly.

"What's so funny?" I asked cheerfully pleased by her reaction.

"Oh nothing" She continued to laugh until; my finger thrust into her
anus and lubed it up.

"Ouch!" She yelped "Sahibjee, please be careful, your nails ...please!"

"Sorry" I said before asking "What is so funny Beena?"

"Oh it is just that it reminded me of my first time". She said. "He used
Desi ghee on me because he couldn't get it in me any other way"

"Who did?" I asked intrigued 

"My... well the man who did it first to me there" She said deliberately
leaving the name of the person out. My mind immediately jumped to
the conclusion that the un-named butt fucker had probably been a
brother, uncle or even her father. Too much time reading 'incest
stories' on Literotica had affected me, I guess.

With this thought sending a surge of energy to my cock, I stopped

buttering her up, and aimed my cock head at the oily target, of her
twitching butt hole.

She braced herself as I pushed forward, sinking a centimeter at a

time into her rectum. I would ease in. pull back and ease in a little
deeper with each slow stroke.

"Ohhhhh!" Beena sighed "Oooh that feels nice. So nice".

With beads of sweat breaking out on my body I eased my cock

completely and finally into her. My ball sack rested against her slit and
I felt her ass relaxing and then squeezing my cock.
After that it was all just a matter of friction.

I fucked her slowly, denying my own evil desire to rip her apart. That
was not my goal. I wanted her to enjoy it as much as I did, but more
then that; I wanted her to think I was the best butt fucker she had
ever had.

We moved in sync pumping and absorbing in unison until she gasped

out "Do it! Cum in me"

Her butt started to contract squeezing my Lund, forcing it out, I had

to get rougher with each stroke, forcing my cock back into her with
hard thrusts of my hips.

The pace could and didn't last, with my chest heaving with the effort
to get enough air to power my thrusts, I felt the semen rush up from
my balls along my shaft into the dead end of the condom tip.

My own balls ached slightly from the force of the ejaculation. My ass
hole clenched shut as I shot load after load into her ass.

I held on to her hips, keeping my cock lodged in her now painfully

tight ass as I emptied my balls.

(Author's note; Once upon a time, there was a fine, old nobleman
who bought the most stylish and beautiful suit of cloths in the world,
everyone admired him in his new suit. Everyone praised him and
flocked to meet him.

Then one day, someone looked down at the nobleman's feet and saw
that he was barefooted with his feet caked in mud, cracked, bruised
and disfigured. They asked him why he had no shoes and took no
care of his feet.

"No one until you was bothered or cared about my feet." The
nobleman replied, unable to walk.

To those of you who understand, the above story is about Lahore

today. 

The story:-

I was surprised that Zainab was dressed in a very simple way. A white
Kurta (shirt) with white shalwars and a large white Dupatta (head and
neck scarf), draped around her neck in the most modest fashion I had
seen her in. It was so unlike her to dress so plainly.

With my father in front, and Faisel driving, my mother Zainab and I

sat in the back. Naila waved us all good bye and as the car moved,
Zainab took my hand in hers and held it tightly. No one seemed to
notice or even care, after all, a sister was simply holding her brother's
hand; Quiet acceptable in our South Asian culture.

At Lahore, Rida and her father-in-law met us. I was formally

introduced to him, as I had been unable to attend Rida's marriage;
and after much hand shaking and embracing, we all squeezed into his
car and headed to his home.

"Tariq is on 'active duty', so I am staying with Abu and Mamajee" (her

terms for her in laws) Rida explained as we headed to Gulberg, a
suburb of Lahore.

"Good" Zainab whispered in my ear "I hate Tariq bhai" She added
referring to Rida's husband.

"Why?" I asked interested. The elders were too busy catching up on

all the latest news, to care about Zainab and me.

"Because every time he has a chance, he grabs me, squeezes my ass

and says something sexual" She said adding "He does the same to
Naila and I am sure he has tried to bed Beena. Well, you would be
able to tell me how difficult that is to do" She ended with a smirk and
a squeeze of my hand.

"Ha! Ha! Very funny Zainab" I said with a big fake smile on my face; I
suddenly didn't like Tariq either.

Once we reached The Gulberg house, I was introduced to Mamajee

and Tariq's brother Adeel. I was given a bed room at the back of the
bungalow, with a lovely view of a white washed wall and a line of
washing hanging up to dry.

Naturally, my parents were given the best guest room and Zainab
ended up in Tariq's old bedroom. The look on her face told me that
she was not too happy about this but, guests must behave etc. 

I had just showered and changed when a old servant of the in-laws
knocked on my door and told me that guest were waiting for me.

Have you ever walked into a room and felt that everyone was looking
at you? Well, you know how I felt when I was confronted by a room
full of ladies and gentlemen, with their daughters all dressed in their
finest and smiling sweetly.

It was officially a 'small get together' for friends of my parents, the in-
laws and Rida. But obviously, that was not the real reason.

Now I can understand my parent's point of view and I can actually

expand it a bit.

I am the family 'bank'. I have made it and that makes me a 'very

good catch', for anyone with a daughter sitting at home, gathering
dust. My parents also have a vested interest in making sure that I
marry the 'right kind' of girl. She should be from a similar background
as me; educated with a good family and reputation and also be
'pliable'; because my mother would definitely want to mold her into
her 'ideal' daughter-in-law.

. 

If any of these 'factors' was missing, I could end up slipping more

money into my in-laws hands then my parents.

Cynical? Yes; but I stand by what I say.

The gathering went on for most of the day. I had to meet everyone.
See everyone's daughter and spend a few minutes with each chatting
about Dubai, Cricket and the weather.
I smiled and made polite conversation, aware that my sister Rida and
mother were watching me very closely trying to read my reaction to
each 'candidate'. To be fair, each one was as accomplished and
beautiful as the candidates in Karachi. The beauty of South Asian
women is not often acknowledged by the world and certainly
downplayed by South Asian men. I have no idea why. I can make a
few guesses but I will not bore you with them. 

When the last guest had left, I went to my room, kicking my shoes off
and tugging my socks and trousers off I lay down on my double bed
in my shirt and boxers shorts feeling miserable.

"What the fuck are you doing yaar?" I asked myself softly. "What were
you thinking, idiot?"

I lay like this for some time, lost in thoughts and feeling annoyed at
everyone including myself.

The door opened and Zainab came in dressed in her 'decent' style
(very odd) and locked the door behind her. Then flashing me a smile
and a wave she went into the attached bathroom and came out a few
minutes later in a loose white cotton man's shirt, that just reached
her knees, she did a 'Ta da' pose at the bathroom door and asked
"Like it?"

"Yes, I should, isn't it one of mine?" I asked sitting up and smiling.

This was an unexpected turn of events.

"Ten on ten" she said "We have a winner folks!"

I watched her as she walked slowly over to the window and looked
out at my 'amazing' view.

"What a nightmare yaar" She said leaning forward and straining to

see the whole view. This movement raised the back of the shirt ever
so slightly up the back of her thighs. He ass remained covered
though.

"Adeel is a bigger Sleaze ball that his brother" She went on without
elaborating. 

"Oh My GOD!" She exclaimed "I hope those knickers aren't Rida's! It
would explain why her husband is such a cheapster" She said
explaining "They are awful; big enough for an elephant".

I placed the pillows against the Bed head board and sat back, my legs
crossed as I waited for Zainab's next move.

You see, I had done a lot of thinking on the flight. I had wrestled with
my conscience and beaten it into submission. If Zainab made another
move on me, I would go for it. It was after all ridiculous to 'half' break
a Taboo. Like the British say, 'you can't be a little pregnant'.

My cock had been sucked twice by her and she had swallowed my
cum eagerly. I had not forced her in anyway and she had always been
able to say "Fuck off sicko!"

She hadn't and that was all that mattered; that and the simple fact
that I was addicted to her. I would just ignore the blood link between
us and see her for the very fuckable teen bunny she was

"How is Zain" I asked watching her at the window, trying to make out
the color and type of her panties, and waiting for her next move.

"Ok I guess" She answered looking back at me and smiling

seductively.

"What was the 'good daughter' clothing act?" I asked looking with un-
brotherly interest at her butt.

"Oh Ammi said I couldn't go if I dressed like a 'whore' and I had

plans" Zainab explained closing the curtains and sitting on the foot of
the bed The room was now dim, not dark, The curtains were not
designed to make a room pitch black it seemed and it was still only 5
pm on a sunny afternoon..

She looked at me slyly and said with a smile "Plans that need me and
you to be here together, my very slow and shy brother."
"I see" I said watching her cross her legs and look at me with those
dark lusty eyes.

"Where is everyone?" I asked quietly fully understanding her meaning

and noting that the house seemed very still.

"They have shot off to see some Pir (holy man)" Zainab replied
looking at my groin area and smirking at the obvious bulge I had
developed there. 

"So, happy to see me I guess" She smirked again and looked

meaningfully at the erection in my shorts.

"Why the 'cool' back off yaar? I was waiting for you to make the next
move, after we made out in the car. Didn't like the cock suck I gave
you, or what?" She asked putting a finger tip to her lips and looking at
me hard.

"No! You give great 'head'" I said quickly Then I was silent unsure
what to say next, and swallowed hard. She was making her move, no
doubt about it. Time to go with the flow and damn the consequences.

"Thanks yaar, nice to hear I give good 'head'." She said getting on all
fours and moving up the bed towards me like a cat." I think I blow
you mind as much as I blow your balls. I know you want more but
more 'what'? Tell me Fahad what do you want?"

Before I could answer or even think of an answer, her lips were

pressed to mine and her tongue had invaded my opening mouth. I
held her and pulled her close against me, kissing passionately
hungrily on her sweet mouth.

She moved to sit in my lap, her butt pressing down on my Lund as we

kissed.

Yes, she was just a girl that I wanted. A hot piece of ass that my cock
wanted desperately to taste, Just a woman with an itch that needed
scratching. This was what I told myself, keeping my conscience
gagged and tied up deep in my soul.
She undid my shirt buttons as we kissed and I undid the buttons of
the shirt she was wearing and reached in to fondle her breasts,
feeling them firm and naked beneath the t-shirt, Zainab had no bra
on. 

My hands squeezed the warm firm soft balls of her breast; my fingers
teased her nipples and my thumb pressed then hard like elevator call
buttons. 

Her sighs and the hard erectness of her nipples told me she was
enjoying it a few minutes moving her ass on my cock squashing the
hard hungry fellow with her hot buttocks. She then gave me a long
French kiss on my mouth. The kind that makes your toes curl and
heart flutter.

Then trailing kisses down my chest, she took hold of my shorts and
tugged them off. I helped her by lifting my ass and allowing her to
strip them down my legs. My man meat and balls were now exposed
and easily accessible to her soft eager hands. She pumped my cock
gently and then as I sat there lost in the moment, she knelt down and
started to lick and suck my cock head.

"Ummm" She moaned "Tell me Fahad. Tell me what you want to do to

me" She started sucking on my prick.

"I want to fuck you" I whispered softly and breathing deeply, I then
told her that I wanted to screw her hard and make her cum with me.

I sighed in contentment enjoying the feel of her mouth on my Lund,

savoring the pleasure she gave me.

She released my cock and stood up smiling at me as she said "Do it

then. Take me and use me as you use other girls, make me cum as
you shoot your cream in me"

I looked deep into her eyes and tried to read her sincerity there. Did
she really mean it? Heck I hoped so, my balls were busting.

"First let me show you what, my horny sexy brother, is on offer." She
said seductively slowly standing up and removing her shirt.
She stood in the classic beauty pageant pose with her hands on her
hips looking at me seductively. It was the swim suit round without a
swim suit. Just a tiny white bikini panty bottom. 

I watched licking my lips, as she revealed her perfectly molded body

to my eyes, it was all I imagined it to be and as great as I had hoped
it would be. Smooth brown skin and the smell of baby lotion. No flab,
No spots or imperfections of any kind;her tits every bit as firm and
luscious as I had imagined them to be. The girl would put any
centerfold to shame.

My mouth watered as I slowly looked at every inch of her body. I

wanted to remember it forever in every detail.

I noticed that her panty was tight, digging into her flesh as she slowly
turned around and showed her ass to me.

"So? What would you like and" She said bending slowly over and
pushing her butt back at me ".how would you like it?"

This was a tease. Zainab was a total 100%; ball busting cock teaser.
This was also my sister and I had to wonder how she had gone from
'teenage nightmare' to' wet dream sex goddess' in five years.

Where had she learnt this stuff? Not that I was complaining. I was
just enjoying every second of it.

"Who taught you to do this shit?" I asked shaking my head slowly in

wonder at her actions.

"Silly boy" She said standing straight and wagging a finger at me

"Wasting valuable time on stupid questions"

I couldn't help my self I had to laugh. "You're right. Time is wasting" I

said taking her hand and pulling her down onto the bed beside me.

I pulled her on top of me, her tits pressing against my chest as my

hands gripped her ass and squeezed hard. My cock was pressing
eagerly against the crotch of her panties, feeling wet but was it me or
her that was making the crotch wet.

We kissed hard and deep one of my hands on her back as the other
pushed under her panties to feel her butt crack and buttocks.

"We haven't time for this" She said moving off me and pulling her
panties off. "Do it now, we can mess around later tonight but now I
want you in me".

I stood and pulled my shirt off as she to my surprise, hopped off the
bed and took her (my) discarded white shirt and lay it on the bed and
then lay with her butt on it and her legs bent at the knees together.

"Spunk stains?" I asked joining her on the bed and kneeling in front of
her legs.

She nodded and leaning back said with a sly smile playing at her lips
"Fahad, I can't wait much longer do it or I will have to rape you"

"Lovely idea" I said with a smile, parting her legs to get a clear view
of her choot. It was beautiful. Perfectly shaped and split like a ripe
peach by a glistening slit. I saw the tip of her clit erect and poking
slightly up from the slit. The girl was hot for it.

Unable to resist I put my head between her legs and licked the baby
soft baby smooth flesh of her womanhood.

She smelt of 'Johnson's baby lotion' and pussy juice. She tasted
better then that, if it was possible, my head spun with the scent and
taste of her. My nostrils sucked in her aroma as my taste buds
savored her flavor and my tongue relished the smooth feel of her.

I held her legs apart as she tried to close them, not to get me out but
to squeeze my head as she held onto my hair.

I have tasted lots of Cunt in my life and enjoyed every one of them
but Zainab was something else. She was superior to all others or was
the erotic turn on of actually licking me hot sister's slit and clit that
was just clouding my judgment?
My fingers joined my tongue at her slit, running down to seek the
hairless smooth butt crack and her butt hole there.

I teased the wet opening of her choot with my tongue, fucking her
with its tip. Her body was shuddering and tense and her moans of
pleasure were music to my ears.

When I replaced my tongue with my finger she suddenly objected

saying "No fingers. I want you Lund in me now"

I moved up her body kissing her tummy and breasts as I moved my

hips between her open legs and lay with my erect Lund pressing
against the damp hot soft flesh of her choot.

She wrapped me in her arms and legs, her feet on my butt and her
nails gently digging into my back as she whispered hotly "put it in".

I reached down and raised myself slightly looking at my 7 inch cock

as I teased it along her slit; making my cock head buzz with tiny
electric like shocks that tickled my stomach with the sensation, as
pre-cum and Cunt juice mixed and she shuddered uncontrollably.

"Ohhh Please" she pleaded "Don't tease me any more do it. Do it now'
she started beating my butt with her feet and almost sobbed in
frustration. Hell! She wanted it bad. Zain was obviously not doing
enough to cool her down.

I moved my cock tip to the entrance of her fuck hole. It was already
very wet and open in anticipation and need.

I eased slowly forward and soon found the going tough. She was wet
and hot but her fuck hole was so tight. I was surprised and looked at
her face contorted in pleasure and asked "Are you sure you want it,
you're so tight?'

"Yes! YES! Fuck me Fahad! Don't you dare stop now and leave me
hanging like this" She said passionately.

I eased forward again and found my way obstructed. The thought hit
me, was she a virgin? I was about to ask when she moved her butt
and dug her nails deep into my back with an almost animal like moan.

The feel of her Cunt gripping and milking my cock was intense. I
looked down at her pussy, my cock barely in her and something inside
me said in a harsh urgent voice "Push!"

I did. I thrust in, hit the obstruction pulled back as far as Zainab's
embrace would allow me and thrust again. After three or four violent
thrusts the obstruction gave way and I heard Zainab scream and then
muffle her scream with her fist.

Five or six brutal thrusts later, I was buried deep in her' my balls
salpping against her ass as my cock shot spurts of spunk into her
womb.

I had tried to hold back but the heat and tightness of her had
overwhelmed me and as I filled her with my seed she shuddered and
said breathing heavily "Oh I can feel your stuff in me it makes me
want to piss"

She shuddered violently, gripping me hard as I felt her body wither

from her own orgasm.

After ten or so minutes, and after she had released her grip on me, I
eased back and pulled my cock out.

My lund felt funny; sticky is normal but this stickiness felt different,
for some reason, turning on the bedside lamp, I looked down at my
man hood and saw the tell-tale signs of blood mixed with cum.

Her choot also was smeared with the same mixture and the white
shirt beneath her buttocks showed evidence if more was needed that
she had been deflowered.

I looked at her in amazement and realized with elation and guilt and
more elation that I had just busted my sister's cherry.

Zainab lay panting with tears rolling down her face.

"Did I hurt you too much?" I asked lying beside her and hugging her
feeling uncomfortable with her tears.

She shook her head slowly and said after a long pause "It was
beautiful. I never imagined it would feel so good after hurting so
bad".

We lay on the bed some time before I finally decide that we should
bathe.

We showered together. I washed her like I did the night she had
thrown up only this time, I was not angry with her. I was pampering
her.

My hands rubbed the soap gently and lovingly over her body. Soaping
up her breasts and stomach as she leaned against me and sighed.

I washed her back and buttocks, my fingers slipping between her

buttocks to wash the sticky traces of blood off her.

She washed her choot her self though, maybe still hurting from her
first fuck and unwilling to risk my fingers being too rough on her.

After drying off she put her cloths back on and kissed me good bye
saying "Thank you. I am yours now".

She just left the room when I heard my father tapping on my door
and asking me if I was awake.

"Just dressing papa" I answered noticing the bed and stained shirt
lying on it.

I picked the shirt up and checked the bed sheet. No stain there. I put
the shirt into my dirty washing bag and dressed.

I then opened the curtains and went out to see what my father
wanted.

Epilogue; this series has brought a lot of feed back. Everyone has an
idea how it should go and that means that many will be unhappy at
the way the story ends. For the moment, I want to 'pause' this series
and think over the options.

To those who e-mailed or left comments, thank you. It was a

pleasure to read them and I hope you will not be too disappointed by
this chapter.

Rahat Bakery is a Lahore landmark. No visit to Lahore is complete

without eating something from there. Keep the Mughal era 'Shalimar
Gardens', 'The Lahore Fort' and even 'Hira Mundi' (the historic and
famous home of the finest courtesans ever to grace a Raja's bed); if
you have not been to 'Rahat's' then you might as well have stayed at
home. Some would call it a 'capital offence', not to have gone.

Since my last visit, a lot had changed in Lahore; new roads; flyovers;
under passes etc, trying to handle an explosion in road traffic that
seemed to be in the hands of the mentally retarded. The result just
seemed like chaos to me. The crowded roads of Karachi suddenly
seemed 'organised' in comparison, and only by asking for directions
did we finally find Rahat's, in the Cantonment area, in the end

We decided that Zainab would come to my room later that night. We

agreed that given the layout of the house, my room was a more
secluded and therefore a better option for a night of lustful passion.
Having busted Zainab's cherry, I was now more obsessed with her
then ever. There was so much I looked forward to teaching her.
Although on the blowjob front, she was an expert. Some how I
needed to get to the bottom of that. Whatever guilt I may have felt
before was now history. 

On the drive back from 'Rahat Bakery', we did a lot of thigh stroking
and crotch teasing of each other.

Zainab suddenly said, "I just can't stand the idea of having sex in that
behanchoard (sister-fucker) Tariq's bed." 

"Well you sleep there" I replied mischievously running my hand over

her thigh gently, my fingers diving down between her warm firm
shalwars covered thighs as I drove. "And since he is married to our
sister, he is a sister fucker".

"So are you 'smart-mouth,'" She retorted with a smile, striking a

direct hit, after all, I had fucked her and she was my real sister. I
laughed out loud.

"Besides I have very little intention of sleeping their Bhaijan (elder

brother)' she continued coyly "I have plans of doing all my sleeping, if
you let me sleep that is, in your bed with you naked beside me."

I laughed again and said, "Actually, I was hoping to fuck you on

Tariq's bed as a sort of pay back"

"What; payback for fucking Rida?" Zainab asked smiling "Didn't know
Rida (our elder sister) made you so 'hot'; Interesting way to get
revenge. Pointless but interesting"

"NO, not for screwing that bitch Rida" I answered as we turned into
the street Rida's in-laws lived on "Payback for using my bed to screw
his girlfriend while he last was in Karachi".

"Oh! Revenge for using your bed and not sharing his girlfriend?" She
said with a smirk. I had to hand it to her; Zainab and I were on the
same wavelength.

"That explains the stained sheets. Mama was convinced that it was all
due to you screwing Beena. Not that she told me of course I just
over-heard her bitching at Beena and warning her not to get
pregnant," She explained.

"What, Ammi suspected I was screwing Beena?" I asked surprised. I

did not think my mother was that alert. She always looked and acted
ditzy unless on the warpath.

"You think Ammi was born yesterday? She had a houseful of brothers,
uncles and male cousins growing up, as well as female servants. The
things that go on in 'good homes' would make even a pervert like you
blush," She said
"Anyway, Bhaijan Jee (respected elder brother)' she said sarcastically
putting her hand on mine and guiding it between her open thighs to
her crotch "You have been fucking Beena haven't you?" I turned into
the car porch and parked. I then pressed my fingers against the soft
flesh of her crotch.

"You're wet," I said a little surprised, feeling the dampness of her

crotch. I also could make out that she seemed to be bare beneath the
thin cotton of her very 'decent' clothing.

Since we had arrived in Lahore, Zainab had been dressing in a very

'socially' acceptable and modest way.

"Wet and without any panties either Jaan (darling), as I am sure you
can make out. Think of the fun we can have right now in the back
seat" She teased rubbing my erection roughly and giving it a squeeze.

Naturally, as good as it sounded to my hard throbbing cock and me, it

was not an option really. Any moment someone could walk out the
house and see us screwing in the back of the car. I had no wish for
them to see my naked butt rising and falling between Zainab's naked
thighs.

"Don't worry babe. You are going to get a real hard fucking tonight," I
said hotly pressing my fingers hard against her choot (pussy). 

"Promises! Promises!" Zainab said laughing as she stopped rubbing

me and exited the car.

We had brought enough 'goodies' from 'Rahat's' to feed an army. This

was just as well, because the second assault by an army of aunties
and uncles with unmarried daughters began an hour after we got
back.

"SO?" Rida and my mother asked me as the last guest had been
shown (and I wish thrown) out.

"So what? They are all very 'nice', 'sweet' and very 'suitable', so you
decide which one I should marry" My mother and sister looked at me
hard a moment and then my mother asked, "Are you really serious?"
"Sure! I told you before, find the bitch and tell me where to sign." I
said walking away. Sure that the two women were watching me in
open mouthed shock.

"There, that should save me from anymore 'mixers'," I said Muttering

under my breath as I walked to my room, smiling as I thought about
my plans for later that night.

I shaved and not just my face either. I was smooth-faced and baby
smooth 'down south' too. 

(Western guys and gals, give it a try, it might add an extra pinch of
spice to your sex lives).

I lay naked on my bed and waited impatiently for Zainab to come. My

ears strained to hear any tell tale signs of her approach but I heard
nothing.

After 40 or 50 minutes, the door opened slowly and Zainab sneaked in

wearing a dressing gown. I never even knew she owned one until that
moment. It was a very old-fashioned frumpy thing, one of my
mothers perhaps.

Zainab locked the door, as I sat up on the bed and stroked my

erection giving her a smile of evil intent and a very clear view of my
cock and balls; she untied the dressing gown and let it fall to the
ground.

I had expected her to be in her usual tight panties. To my surprise,

she was wearing a black lacy bodice that squeezed her tummy flat
and lifted her breasts without covering them; a waist-garter-belt,
holding up black nylon or silk stockings; and a black lacy triangle,
held in place by thin black string and just covering her shaved baby
smooth pussy. 

My jaw dropped as she turned slowly and seductively around, showing

that the triangle pretending to be a panty was nothing more than a
black thong, whose butt string vanished into her butt crack.
"Wow!" I whistled, "You look like a porno star. Where did you get that
thing?"

"Naila bought it for me for my Shuagg Raat (wedding night,)" She

said rubbing her hands down the bodice slowly before she cupped her
choot, winking seductively.

"Wedding night?" I asked licking my lips as she walked over to me,

sat astride my lap, my cock making contact with her silky triangle
cover on her Cunt. She pressed her nipples to my mouth and fed me
a nipple to suck on...

"Yes." She whispered "But I said I am yours and you are the only man
who is going to ever see me this way and have me anyway you want"
She said pressing my face against her breasts and ruffling my hair.
"And I mean in ANYWAY you want."

"What about Zain?" I mumbled in between sucks on her nipples.

"Zain is history. Besides knowing him, he probably has his cock up

Alia's butt by now," She answered, "You know, fucking it," She
whispered in my ear hotly.

I pulled my face away and looked up at Zainab, my hands fingers

digging into her ass and my index finger teasing her butt hole, the
black thread no obstacle at all, as I asked "You ever been butt fucked
Zainab?"

She shook her head.

"Want to be?" I asked pressing my fingertip at her butt hole, testing

the resistance I would encounter.

She nodded and pressed my mouth back against her breast. 

"I told you ANYWAY you want" She whispered, "Just be gentle with
me until I get used to it".

She pushed me back onto the bed, my feet on the floor and her pussy
pressed on my throbbing, burning and leaking cock shaft. She kissed
me passionately on the mouth, as my hands squeezed and pulled at
her butt.

She took charge and I was happy to let her. She may have been a
virgin until the afternoon but she was no novice in bed. She reached
between her legs and pulled the black triangle aside telling me to hold
my Lund up so she could sit on it.

I watched in fascination, my buttocks clenched as she 'struggled' to

impale her choot with my Lund. She was wet and so was I, but a
recently busted choot is still tight enough to make intercourse hard.
Finally watching her face contort in frustration, I spat on my hand,
coated my cock head with a generous amount of salvia and after
rubbing the now sleekly cock tip along her tight but hungry opening, I
put one hand on her shoulder close to her neck and holding my cock
up straight, it's head pushing slowly into her hole. I waited for the
right moment and then pulled her down by the shoulder and thrust up
with my hips simultaneously.

"Ohhh" She sobbed "Oh it hurts"

Without caring, and knowing that withdrawing now would scar her
emotionally for life, I repeated my thrusts until with a final gasp, I
had her Cunt stuffed full of my hot cock meat.

She was sobbing now so I held onto her hips and let her adjust to the
full dimensions of my Lund stretching and filling her fuck tunnel.

After a few minutes, I began to fuck her, ever so slowly and very
gently. I wanted her to accept my cock and more then that; enjoy the
feel of it in her.

Some of you who have never had a woman on top or who have and
never bothered to ask, should know that ridding a cock is more
penetrating then 'riding' a woman. Gravity and weight pushes a
woman down harder onto a man's cock. So for those of you wanting
to 'make an impact' I suggest that you get your partner to ride you. 

One other important point; never stop half way unless she begs you
repeatedly 'to take it out'. You may leave her with only the memory of
the pain, without reaching the 'pay-off' stage of pleasure that
eventually comes.

Back to my story;-

I soon had a panting and softly sobbing Zainab responding to my

gentle thrusts with humping of her own. Eventually, as we sweated
and moaned, her own humping pace increased and I followed her lead
with harder thrusts of my own up into her.

She came and soon after I turned her still post orgasmic shuddering
body on to her back and fucked her with slow deep thrusts until I
erupted into her.

We both lay panting and savouring the feel of her cum and Lund filled
choot.

I slide down her body till my mouth made contact with her cum
leaking fuck hole; and I started to lap up the mixed juices freely
following from her hole. It tasted delicious warm sticky and sweet.
The fact that part of the juice was mine only seemed to add to my
erotic pleasure. 

'Sick pervert' you call me, I shrug and say that is your opinion and
you have every right to say it.

I pulled the lips of her choot open and slowly and deeply lapped the
sensitive flesh between. From butt crack to clit; I with moved long
hard passes of my tongue, enjoying every squeal, moan and gasp
that she made. Finally with her hips bucking up in a frenzy of
approaching orgasm, I held onto her hips and ass and sucked the cum
out of her as she came.

As the crisis passed, I sat back and admired the sheer erotic beauty
of her baby smooth Cunt, stocking clad thighs and black thong pulled
to one side to bare her pussy. I wished at that moment that I had a
camera to record that view forever.

"Oh my GOD" Zainab sighed "That was absolutely mind blowing where
did you learn to do that, which lucky bitch taught you to pleasure a
woman so well, I am still floating with pleasure. My tummy is
fluttering and my choot feels like it has never felt before. You are a
fucking magician"

This praise was all going though my head, actually both of them. With
Zainab now under my spell, I eased her onto her tummy, her hips on
the edge of the bed and bending over her, I moved the butt-floss
thread dug into her choot lips and divided her butt hole like a thing
black line. She was hairless and looked good enough to lick, suck and
eat. All of which I intended to do forever if possible; And aimed my
hard cock at her wet open and still willing for more choot hole. I
fucked her hard and fast making the bed shake violently as I
desperately needed to come.

After I had shot my thick creamy baby seed into her, I dug my index
finger in her hole and pumped her a few times with it .She seemed to
enjoy this and sighed with pleasure. I then put my cum coated finger
to her lips and urged her to sucked it clean which, she did with
eagerness.

We then fell asleep, too fucked out to shower although Zainab

stripped naked, got into bed with me, and cuddled me.

"Who taught you to suck cock so well?" I asked as I yawned sleepily;

I had wanted to ask her for a long time.

"An uncle Wajid, one of Alia's dad's friends'; Alia dared me to. She
has been sucking and fucking him for years I think. I did it on the
condition I could watch him fuck her ass hole" She said calmly, "Alia
was always boasting about being a 'real' woman".

"A real three hole woman indeed." I said astonished.

"I told you already, the things that go on in 'good families' would
shock you. Zain's father is a High Court Judge, but he does dope
booze and fucks anything he can get his hands on. I wish I had a
grand for every time he begged me to give him my cherry or at least
let him fuck my butt hole" She said yawning

"Never tempted to let him?" I asked

"No, not really his lund is just a long pencil with peanuts in a sack at
the end. Okay for a slut like Alia, she has several cocks pumping her,
but I was saving my cherry for you and I am glad you got it. Just
remember the last cherry is waiting when you are, Jaan."

I was awoken at dawn to find Zainab using her cock sucking skills on
my morning hard on with a great deal of enthusiasm.

I enjoyed it a few selfish minutes before moving her into a sixty-nine

position and applying my fingers to her still tight but very wet choot.
My mouth and tongue soon joined in the Cunt lapping and clit toying
action and we soon had a very good rhythm going that brought me in
spurts in her mouth as she came over my fingers and tongue.

We showered together, enjoying the erotic pleasure of soapy

fingertips in 'forbidden' zones and I soon had a raging soapy hard on,
Zainab bent over and offered me her anus for a morning treat. I was
very tempted and even fingered her rosebud of a butt hole with soapy
fingers to 'prepare' the way.

However, I withdrew my fingers from her rectum as her body stiffen

slightly, bracing for the invasion she thought was minutes away and
said, "Lets save something so special as your 'butt cherry' for later
Jaan" I said.

The day passed without much happening. Rida, her in-laws and my
parents kept hanging around or insisting on going anywhere I and
Zainab wanted to go, leaving us no time to be together alone.

She still dressed in white. This time a white Kurta with Chruridar
pyjama that was commented on by everyone as very fetching. 

She sat opposite me at the dinning table at lunch and made sure to
run her bare feet (easy when you can slip your slippers off) up my
legs and between my knees. Her toes straining to tease my inner
thighs but without either of us slouching in our chairs and thus
drawing attention to ourselves, her attempts to feel my balls failed.

The traditional afternoon siesta was our only chance but for some
reason, my mother and sister Rida choose to sit in the lounge that
was at the foot of the stairs leading up to Tariq's room. It was also too
close to my room for Zainab to slip in unnoticed.

By dinner time that night, with the in-laws determined to drag us off
to sample Lahore's famous fresh water fish dishes, we found
ourselves outdoors in the 'Food street' with absolutely no privacy at
all.

Being a man of experience you would expect me to come up with

some way to get Zainab alone. Fact was Rida's father-in-law and even
my father trailed me like blood hounds; while the women did the
same to Zainab.

Back home horny and annoyed, we found company waiting. Tariq was
back from active duty and eyeing Zainab with lustful eyes even
though Rida was there and obviously available for him.

"Oh fuck!" Zainab groaned at the sight of Tariq "The sleaze ball of the
century is home. Just stick close to me; I am in no mood for his feel
ups".

Now those of you from a more liberal society would say "tell Rida
about Tariq". While those of you from the real world or a less open
society will understand Zainab's dilemma. Complain about her
brother-in-law and sexual harassment? Not in this life time at least.

Zainab as a guest was not required to serve anyone so she parked her
cute butt beside me on the sofa and made meaningless conversation
with me while we both felt Tariq's eyes scan her.

It was well passed midnight by the time we all headed off to be, just
as I was about to turn towards my room Zainab asked me to come
help her back.

"I can help you" Ammi said helpfully 

"No Ammi, you go and get some sleep" Zainab said and turning to
Rida she said "I am sure Tariq needs some help too, sweet heart"
Rida blushed but said nothing.

Once in Tariq's old room, I pressed Zainab up against the locked

bedroom door and showered her face with kisses, allowing my hands
to roam over, squeeze and feel every inch of her body.

"Quickly" She gasped reaching between us to fumble with my trouser

belt buckle, trouser button and zipper. I wanted her on her back but
she leaned on all fours on the single bed and said in a hot whisper
"Do me doggy style. Take me like a bitch"

Seconds later, her Chruridar pyjamas and white panties were around
her left ankle and I was slamming my cock into her hot wet choot
with rapid deep thrusts. I held on to her hips firmly as we quickly
came to orgasm. It seemed that both of us were hot and ready to
burst.

Not nearly satisfied enough, Zainab and I realised that any further
'fun' in her room might bring some one to check on us, So I
straightened my clothing and went casually down to the room I had
been assigned.

(Author's note; I think I have found a way to close the story but leave
an opening for a sequel, if I want to write one. I am actually rather
happy with this series over all it has been the best I have ever had

From Lahore to Islamabad and then to Murree.

My ploy to side-step further 'mixers' was working; Rida informed me

over breakfast, that there were a couple of girls in The Twin cities left
to check out before they could decide; Tickets on the inter-city
'Daewoo Shuttle-Coach Service' had been booked and we would be
leaving by lunchtime.

'Just pack whatever is clean, the dirty laundry will be washed while
we are away," Rida said stuffing her face with food. Unlike me and
Faisel, every calorie she ate, multiplied and stuck to her as she ate it.
If she did not start dieting soon, she would be twice the woman she
used to be. She was almost there already.

After carefully packing my white shirt, stained with Zainab's virginal

blood, carefully in a plastic bag at the very bottom of my suitcase, I
dumped my clothes haphazardly on top. I wanted the trophy (what
else to call it) of Zaianb's deflowerment forever.

Now I have never until fucking Zainab had a 'true' virgin; a few girls,
who some 'pencil dicked' lucky idiot had busted; but not properly
stretched, but never a truly 'un-stretched' and 'unsealed' Cunt. Zainab
was therefore a very special case to me on so many levels.

Ammi and Papa sat beside each other and Rida sat beside Zainab on
the coach. Leaving me beside a bearded religious scholar, wearing a
very impressive skull cap, who spent the first 40 minutes of the trip,
telling me what I needed to do to find salvation.

I smiled politely and noticed that his lecture did not stop him checking
out the rather attractive female bus stewards that moved along the
aisle asking if we needed anything. Private enterprise Zindabad (long
live) I thought. 

Left to the state, these young women would have been replaced by
hard faced 'warhorses' with serious attitude problems and steamroller
hips; designed to flatten anyone daring to obstruct their passage up
and down the aisle.

The state for some unknowable reason likes to project the image of
the 'Ugly Pakistani Step-Sister' whenever and where ever it can.

I caught the breaded lecturer giving one stewards with a very fine
looking gaand (ass) a hard look as she bent to serve a passenger
across the aisle from us, she had a nice butt in her beautifully tailored
uniform, and nudging him I asked, "Is that the reward that awaits us
in heaven, Haji Jee?"

He gave me a filthy look but shut up for the rest of the journey and
got off the coach the moment the bus stopped.
"Hypocritical bastard" I thought to myself. I at least never tried to
pretend to be what I was not. 

Islamabad like Lahore was a surprise too. Where had they sent the
natural beauty of the place? It looked like some kids crazed building
block town, now painted by someone high on some illegal substance.

Squadron leader (Rtd.) M.K. Chauhan; an aged relative of my father

met us at the Adda (Bus Stand) and drove us to the 'Falcon Complex'
off Latherer road; the retirement suburb for air force officers.
Incidentally the aged relative had been the link that had tied Rida and
Tariq together. My father had been in the forces long ago but had not
stayed in after his brother's death in a car crash, although he had
kept up his links. Just as well really. I couldn't see my father as a
fighter jock although he was a damned good mechanic

The girls who I was supposed to meet were there at the aged
relative's house as we arrived. It soon became obvious that they were
as uninterested in me as I was in them. Attractive enough girls but
like all the daughters of military men, they were after other military
men to marry. Why not? The life of an officer's wife in any of the
defence services was a pampered one.

The military of South Asia, I often thought were the 'true successors
of The British Raj'.

Zainab and I finally got time alone to make out; chat and make out
some more. While the family compared notes and sifted through the
now complete list of candidates.

If my family thought that the green light from me would make things
easy, they were soon proved wrong. Rida and my mother had very
different ideas about the 'perfect' girl and so I sat back and let them
fight it out.

It was the aged relative's idea that we spend a few days in the Hill
Station town of Murree. I had fond childhood memories of vacations
there and the neighbouring hill stations. My Parents wouldn't go as
the list of candidates had still to be analyzed and fought over. It was
one of the few times I appreciated Rida's sheer bloody-mindedness.
When she wanted to be a bitch she could take on Mike Tyson for ten
rounds and still come out smiling, I was sure.

Without my parents or Rida, I thought the plan would die. I was

wrong. There seemed to be a general consensus that I should have a
'proper vacation' in the forests and mountains of my homeland and
with me along, Zainab would be properly chaperoned.

When Zainab and I heard the news, we both smiled and I whispered
"Bring that black cock pleaser out fit and any other sexy under wear
you have"

The 'Daewoo Shuttle-service from Islamabad-Rawalpindi (the twin

cities) to Murree was comfortable and fun, for me at least. It could
not however change geology or geography and Zainab suffered, from
the endless bends and ups and downs of the road as we wound our
way up the mountains to Murree.

I was sorry to see that the Alpine architecture and look of the town
had given way to ugly 'modern buildings' with neither style nor
charm; Just functionality. Easy money chasing every tourist buck it
could.

It was a great relief when the porter we hired at the Adda (Bus stand)
led us off 'The Mall', the old and well known main street, with its once
breathtaking view of the pine forested valleys and snow capped peaks
now obscured by multi-story hotels and Motels, past the British Era
church and up a steep long driveway that led to the very same guest
house I had visited as a child. It hadn't changed one bit. 

This building had been lovingly cared for and any alterations made to
fit in with the original chalet type building.

The receptionist/manager was calm, welcoming and very relaxed;

with very pleasant people skills. In fact, the whole place felt warm,
homely and very friendly. 

The staff members were casual but not lazy or slow and each one
seemed to have a genuine smile on his face that made me feel happy.
The paper work over, the receptionist had simply said "take Mr and
Mrs. Fahad to Chalet four." I decide not to correct his mistake that we
were a newly married couple as he seemed to assume, and since our
ID cards shared the same address details, the receptionist had
obviously not bothered to study them too closely.

It was a quirk that I and my father shared exactly the same name
also on official documents.

The Chalet was actually one of four arranged at different angles to

take advantage of a particular panoramic view. They were situated on
a daisy cover hill above the main reception building with a huge very
old Oak tree towering above the single storey structures.

This was new, but built in the same style with exactly the same type
of stone and timber material as the original 100 year plus building. It
was a dream to walk up hill along a small path under cypress and pine
tress to step onto a wide shady veranda and then enter a chalet that
although old looking from outside, boasted the latest facilities in side.
There was a sitting room with a round dinning table in a bay window
and a door leading into a small corridor, past the spotless bathroom
and dressing room and into a large bedroom with a high ceiling
supported by thick wooden beams.

One thing struck me at once there were no fans or air-conditioners to

be seen. When I asked about this, the porter gave me a bemused
look and said "Sahib, they aren't needed up here".

The bedroom windows looked out onto a long deep valley and
forested snow capped mountains.

"That is Kashmir sir" The porter said helpfully as he placed our bags
down.

I tipped him and he seemed impressed by the size of the tip.

"My Name is Juniad sir; please call for me if you and your wife need
anything"

After he had gone Zainab giggled and said "Seems we are married
Jaan"

"In that case wife" I said pulling my cloths off "Get your cloths off and
spread your legs for your darling husband"

We stripped in minutes and fell on to the bed arm in arm kissing and
squeezing each other happily.

As I sucked and handled Zainab's lovely tits, she did an expert job of
fondling and teasing my ball and cock shaft. Her soft hands caressing
and stroking me dangerously close to an orgasm, she knew had to
handle a man's equipment.

I was not going to waste my spunk outside her tight pussy and so I
rolled her onto her back and quickly and roughly moved between her
smooth brown thighs to stab my hard cock now smeared generously
with pre-cum at the wet shiny gash of her hot Cunt.

She took hold of my cock and aimed it at the target and I simply
slammed in with one almighty thrust of my butt and hips.

"AAAAAAAAH!" she gasped her hands pressed against my chest as

she tried pushing me back "Aaaaaaaaaaah OHHHHHHHHHHH That
hurts" She groaned.

I smiled with a sense of satisfaction "Get used to it baby sister. I am

going to fuck you so hard you will remember our 'honeymoon'
forever"

With her sobs of pleasure and moans in my ears, I took a firm hard
grip of her ass, my fingers really digging into her buttocks as I
rammed her like I rammed my sister-in-law, Naila and servant Beena,
and every other choot that let my hard cock in their fuck holes.

Zainab was still tight enough for it to hurt as I slammed into her; my
Lund was throbbing with the dull pain of friction despite the wetness
of her choot tunnel. She must have come twice because she tensed
and arched her back, going rigid two times and clawing on my back
with her sharp nails as I rode her. Each time I felt the wetness around
my invading Lund grow and felt hot sticky liquid on my balls as they
slapped against her ass.

"OH YESSSSSSSSSSS!" She groaned "Yes! Yes! YES! Fuck me hard

my Husband, my Jaan, my Fahad! Make me cum over and over"

I was happy to do as asked, pausing only to suck on her hard pointed

nipples or slap her buttocks hard urging her to move her butt as I
fucked her.

I felt the pressure build in my balls to an intolerable level and panting

I moaned as the first of several long blasts of spunk erupted up from
my balls and splashed into her orgasming Cunt. The timing was
perfect, my seed flooding her womb as she opened the flood gates to
her own third orgasm.

WE collapsed exhausted and happy on the bed and soon fell asleep,

We slept for at least 3 hours. By the time I got up to piss, the sun was
already set and the garden lights along the path down to the main
building and the externally controlled veranda lights were the only
sign of habitation.

I woke Zainab up with a lick of her choot, savouring the flavour of dry
spunk and cum on her smooth warm flesh.

"Ummm" She moaned "You make me sooooo horny, Fuck me again"

I pushed her legs up and back, trailing my tongue from her now
exposed butt hole, along her slit and Cunt opening to her hard little
clit. I gave her clit a suck as I teased her fuck hole with a finger tip.

"Do It "She sighed and I now rock-hard and ready climbed on top of
her and then rolled us both, so she was above me, with her thighs
and pussy astride me. Her tit hung like ripe fruit ready to be plucked
above my chest as she balanced her self.

"Do some work my 'sweet, horny wife', fuck the spunk out of me for a
change" She smirked and took hold of my cock, feeding it into her
hole with slow upward and down-wards thrusts of her hips.
"You think I learned nothing from porno vids and the internet,
husband? I can fuck your socks off and have you climbing the walls
for more" She teased.

"OH yeah my darling little fuck bunny? Prove it!" I challenged with a
smirk, my fingers pinching her hard nipples until she gasped.

She fucked me with all the skill and confidence of an experienced

woman. She must have been addicted to porno I thought, to have
learned so much. Then again, a girl can learn a lot from 'dry humping'
a guy, which I was sure she had done in the past.

Well we fucked at a good easy pace actually 'talking dirty' as she

humped me.

"You have seen many people fuck in reality?" I asked

"A Few" She replied humping me with smooth experienced

movements as I sometimes held onto her breasts and ass and
sometimes concentrated on either her tits or her ass.

"Like who?" I asked straining my head to lick a nipple I had been

squeezing.

"You and Beena; Naila and Faisel; Alia and Zain; Alia and Uncle Wajid
and Samad and Auntie Kiran" She said speeding up her movements.
She was panting and sweating despite the coolness on the mountain
air.

"Auntie Kiran, who is she?" I asked watching my cock slide in and out
of Zainab's hole. I was making no attempt to pump her; I wanted to
enjoy the feel of her fuck tunnel

"Auntie Kiran from next door" Zainab was getting close now, her
breathing getting more ragged and her moans louder ....

"You saw Alia take it in her gaand (ass)?" I asked now adding my own
upward thrusts to her downward thrusts.

She nodded panting and staring at me, her eyes glazed with a far
away look as she licked her lips and groaned

"Like watching Alia getting butt fucked" I asked, moving my index

finger tip into the damp sweaty crack of her bouncing butt and
teasing her butt hole. "Oh fuck Alia!" She sobbed "I am nearly there
you sister fucker, do it to me, Sister-fucker! Ride me! Fuck me as hard
as you can!"

I spun her on to her back and gave her a couple of hard deep thrusts
with my Lund that sent her quickly and very vocally over the edge.

As we lay enjoying the post orgasmic pleasure of Cumming, I asked

about Kiran.

"Oh she migrated to Canada or some where" Husband kicked her out
when he caught her sucking his best friends cock at the golf club" She
said

"You're joking!" I said in genuine disbelief.

She laughed "yes but I did see her taking Samad doggy style in his
servant quarter" "Is that it for tonight?" Zainab teased fondling my
cock mischievously.

"You are going to wish you hadn't done that Zainab Jaan I said
moving back on top of her a sticking my prick back into her pussy
roughly.

Murree.

Cell phones can be a curse as well as a blessing. In my case, my cell

phone was a blessing.

I could call my parents in Islamabad without telling them where I was

staying or even if I was still in Murree. It in effect meant that, I could
phone at regular intervals and keep the 'folks' happy but, leave them
in the dark about where I was.

An important rule for any illicit affair; 'keep in touch with the people
at home but never make it too easy to be found by them'. 

The last things you want is a parent, wife or sibling knocking at your
hotel room door while you are busy screwing your mistress. In my
situation the complications were obvious.

We had gotten up late after a long and deep sleep. Whether it was the
fresh, pine scented mountain air, the altitude, or simple exhaustion;
we slept naked like babies in each other's arms, under a quilt, as it
was quite cooler then we were accustomed to experiencing.

I showered and shaved while Zainab slept on a little while longer. I

woke her up, after I was finished in the bathroom and asked her what
she wanted for breakfast.

"Everything!" was her greedy reply and I had to agree with her, I was
starving too.

I sat in a white Kurta Shalwars (shirt with light embroidery and baggy
trousers) on the veranda reading the newspaper as Zainab showered
and dressed. She had just sat down beside me at the breakfast table
on the veranda when Juniad and another man came up the path with
the huge breakfast I had ordered.

Tea drinkers will understand that special, comforting buzz you feel
from the first sip of a well brewed, piping hot cup of tea in the
morning. I have never found coffee as refreshing but that is my
personal feeling and I intend no offence to coffee drinkers.

We ate in silence, savouring the taste of the food and the sweet sound
of bird song. The other chalets appeared vacant and there was not
another person in sight, apart from Juniad who squatted in the cool
shade of a tree beside the path, close enough to hear us call, if we
needed anything but not close enough to overhear our conversation.

As I sipped my tea and washed the Desi style omelette (an omelette
sprinkled with diced Chillies, onions and tomatoes) and Desi ghee
(pure home-made, hand churned butter,) fired paratta (fried chapatti)
down; relishing the taste of it all and the fact that the tea was
sweetened with honey not sugar.
I asked Zainab how she felt about the things we did.

She smiled warmly as she finished her own breakfast with slices of
apple and plump juicy grapes.

"I feel wonderful in every way possible. It is so perfect here that I

simply want to stay forever and ever, Fahad," She said softly looking
from my face to the leaves rustling in the trees and at the birds (I
cannot name), fluttering around, chirping happily.

I handed Zainab the cell phone and urged her to chat to the family
thus keeping them off our backs. Zainab gave them the usual, 'wish
you were here' speech. After rolling her eyes, several times, she
assured someone that, she was not wandering off alone into the
forest. "Ammi" was her simple explanation as she hung up.

As the ever-helpful Juniad cleared the breakfast things away, I asked

him about anything worth seeing and where to find the obligatory
'handicrafts' to take as gifts home to the family who would expect
some tokens off us.

Juniad was a font of knowledge. We were soon able to saunter along

forest trails and along tarmac roads all the way to 'Presentation
Convent' where our mother had boarded and studied many years
before. We walked up and down hills to photograph truly breathtaking
views of the mountains, valleys, and colonial era cottages they
seemed to perfectly blend into the landscape and actually add to the
over all charm of the hill station. 

Even the names of these cottages spoke of distant lands where the
first residents had probably come from. No doubt, they had all been
British, as the names had distinctly 'British Isles' sounding names.

The scars of the October 2005 earthquake were visible but Murree
had escaped serious damage; and being a garrison town; the military
had made effective and quick repairs. No time wasted with
committees and politicos trying to line their own pockets.

(Reading my stories and some of my comments, you may think I am

against democracy. You would be wrong. I think democracy is a great
concept left sadly to the mercy of greedy incompetents who are all
out to enrich themselves. There; having annoyed every 'want-to-be'
political saviour out there, in their palatial bungalows, with garages
full of 4X4 Land Cruisers, I will continue my story).

Along 'The Mall', we found markets crammed with hand woven

shawls; caps and tribal/ethnic jewellery. Zainab assure me that the
'ethnic look' was definitely 'in' and so we shopped until I told her I
was not a mule and would keel over dead if she handed me one more
shopping bag.

We lunched at a neat restaurant on 'The Mall', which for some reason

had a sign up banning the taking of photographs and then we headed
back to our 'honeymoon lodge', as we had soon nicknamed our
chalet.

I spotted a chemists store and went in to purchase an important item.

Zainab gave me a questioning look as I stuffed the item in a bag and

we started the slow steep walk up the driveway to the chalet.

The receptionist was standing outside the main lodge as we passed

him and greeted us warmly.

"Anything you 'newly-weds' need, just ask," he said warmly. 

Back in our chalet, I pulled Zainab into my arms and kissed her the
way a man in love kisses a woman, passionately but with soft
gentleness.

She hugged me hard and put her head against my chest sighing with
happiness as she said, "I love you Fahad. I wish we could be together
forever."

The unfairness of her statement hit me, to love but never be together
as man and wife. What strange games fate plays on people?

Kissing her again, I announced that I was going to take a shower and
hoped she felt 'dirty enough' to join me.
We stood in the warm spray of the shower, soaping, washing and
rinsing each other, while kissing and smiling at each other.

I washed her back and then moved my hands around to soap and
wash her breasts as I licked her neck and whispered "I love you" in
her ears.

My hands moved down over her tummy in circular movements before

slipping down over her pelvis between her legs to wash her baby
smooth hairless choot.

I then bent her forward slightly so that she could brace herself against
the shower wall, and generously soaping my hands, washed her
buttocks with special attention to her smooth butt crack and hairless
anus. I eased the tip of a soapy index finger in her butthole ever so
slightly bringing a small gasp from her mouth. After a few testing
probes, I replaced my index finger with the tip of my big finger and
repeated the whole game again.

She was tight and had obviously been unused there. I did not doubt
that Zain (and every other man), had been 'refused' entry but girls
will 'experiment', and there is nothing wrong with that.

As I removed my fingertip, I handed her the soap and urged her to

wash my back. As I hoped, her hands soon made their way to my ass,
butt crack, and copied my butt hole teasing with her fingertips on my
anus.

"My balls baby" I said softly, and she instantly understood, reaching
between my legs from behind to fondle my balls and stroke my
throbbing hard cock. It was good. Her tongue traced a trail along my
butt crack and licked my butt hole with a timid unsure flick of her
tongue. She repeated it with more interest a few times. Obviously
tasting and feeling nothing that repulsed her.

Turning the shower off, she moved me around to face her and there,
kneeling in the shower with my hands holding onto her head, she
sucked my Lund until I came in her mouth. Without pause or
hesitation, she swallowed every lumpy, salty drop of my seed.
I watched as she looked up at me and smiled "I guess that I am the
cat that got the cream" she quipped quoting a childish nonsense
rhyme.

She brushed her teeth at the sink after we had taken another quick
shower and then drying herself asked me to give her ten minutes
before coming out into the bedroom.

I brushed my teeth as I waited checking my shave and deciding to

run my razor one more time over my chin and cheeks for 'the-baby-
smooth' feel I wanted; I then applied deodorant under my arms. Just
as a woman makes the effort, why should not, a man? I was sure that
Zainab had something special in mind.

"OK, you can come out now" Zainab called and I opened the door to
see her dressed in the same black out fit she had worn on that night
in Lahore.

My cock sprang up hard in salute as she turned around and bent over
wiggling her firm ass at me suggestively. Her elbows rested on the
bed, the light brown skin of her legs and ass, visible over the dark
black stocking-top, an erotic dream worthy of any porno site on the
net.

"Meri Gaand mai Jaan"(In my asshole Darling) She said softly "I know
you want to do it and I want you to be the only guy to ever fuck my
ass"

I smiled and pulled on my hard man meat walking over to her I pulled
the black thread barely covering her butt bud aside and felt her anus.

"It's going to hurt babe, hurt like hell," I said softly pressing the tip of
my cock at the rose bud like butthole as I spoke.

"Alia said it does at first, but I can take it as long as you do it to me"
She replied, "I want you to do 'everything and anything' you want to
me; 'whenever' you want".

I went over to the shopping bag and fished out the brown paper bag I
had bought earlier from the chemist. Ripping it open, I took out a
small jar of Vaseline and returned to my position behind Zainab.

"Should I take the thong off?" She asked Looking back at me as I

opened the jar, with a raised eyebrow. Hell, how her lynx like eyes
shone with anticipation. I really felt that she wanted me in her rear
end.

"No way; I like the black thread against your brown skin, Tell me if I
get, too rough," I said

Taking a generous dab of Vaseline on my index finger, I slowly rubbed

it around the rose bud of her butthole before easing the oily tip into
her tight hole.

"Relax Zainab, Relax" I soothed feeling her rectum contract hard, her
sphincter resisting my finger's attempt to penetrate deeper.

I withdrew my finger but only to lube it up with more Vaseline, then I

re-applied it to her anus and re-inserted it, pushing hard against the
sphincter until it gave and she cried out and buried her face in the
mattress.

After working my finger in and out for a few minutes, making sure
she was ready for the next part, I took another generous amount of
Vaseline and coated my cock tip with it before lubing my shaft.

"Relax Baby. Just Relax. It will hurt at first, hurt a lot, but if you tense
up, it will hurt far more," I advised her. Taking a firm hold of her hip
with one hand and aiming my cock with the other, I applied pressure
and poked into her asshole with the tip of my cock.

She was sweating and crying as I made slow shallow pokes into her
tight back passage.

To be honest, there is no gentle way to bust a cherry, especially a butt

cherry; but I fought the urge to fuck her, until I felt her rectum slowly
adjust to my lund and accept my un-natural invasion.

As she stretched slowly with sobs and groans, I cooed comforting and
soothing words promising her that it would soon feel better and she
would start to enjoy it.

Then taking hold of both her hips firmly at the waist, I began to
gently and steadily fuck her until I came. I did not try to stop the
spunk from shooting up my shaft into her; I wanted her to feel the
soothing pleasure of a man's hot seed in her tortured and paining
asshole as gently and as quickly as possible.

I slowly eased out of her and lay her on her side on the bed, before,
using a fist full of Kleenex to dab at the semen running from her ass.
I was glad to see no red blood stains as I finished cleaning her
buttocks and butt crack up.

I headed to the bathroom to force myself to piss and then stepping

back into the shower, I washed myself thoroughly. Paying special
attention to my cock head piss slit and balls.

After coming out of the bathroom, I slipped on a casual white Kurta

over a vest, and pulled on a baggy pair of shalwars trousers. Picking
the room service phone up, I ordered tea and chicken sandwiches and
then waited on the veranda, seated at the breakfast table for Zainab
and the tea things to arrive.

Zainab came out walking slowly but smiling bravely. She did not
reproach me for anything and seemed grateful for the strip of
painkillers I had asked Juniad to bring.

We sipped our tea and ate our sandwiches as the sun slowly sank
behind some tall mountains and the twilight soon faded into night.

Zainab was in no mood to walk to a restaurant on 'The Mall' and I was

happy to simply relax and observe the billions of bright stars as they
appeared one by one, in moonless night sky.

We both decided to have an early night but, after I climbed into bed
beside Zainab in my boxers, she rolled onto a pillow, she placed under
her hips and stomach, bolstering her ass up and said "Dubara karo,
gaand mai" (Put it in my butthole again)."
Reaching under another pillow, she pulled out the jar of Vaseline and
handed it to me.

I stroked her face and smiled "We can wait until the pain subsides you
know?" I said caringly.

"No" Zainab said softly "It hurt, I admit, but then as your stuff boiled
into me I felt myself cum. It was the most amazing feeling to find my
choot cream as my butt burned and was soothed by your hot creamy
spunk'.

I got above and behind, moving between her parted thighs and licked
her buttocks tenderly.

Using my tongue and fingers, I aroused her already wet, gapping

choot hole further and slid my hard cock into her Cunt from behind.

The slow moan of pleasure that she uttered was music to my ears as I
slowly but deeply fucked her. Kissing her back and neck as my pace
slowly increased.

We fucked for minutes or hours; time didn't mean anything to me

then, dabbing my fingers into the opened jar of Vaseline and I used
my fingers to lube her anus up for another anal assault. After a few
minutes of Cunt fucking, Zainab reached back and pulling her
buttocks apart said, "Do it. Fuck my gaand (ass) and make me cum"

Whether it was my lust or her eagerness that drove me on, I cannot

honestly say. I fucked her harder then the first time and ignored her
tears as I shot my seed deep into her ass.

After I rolled off her panting, she embraced me and said, "It was
wonderful, I will only ever let you use me there."

All good things must eventually come to an end; so after a few more
days in our make-believe honeymoon chalet, we boarded the Daewoo
Shuttle bus back to the Twin cities to find that our absence had
allowed Rida and Ammi to got to war over my marriage.

I decided to forget returning to Karachi and the lusty embraces of

Naila and Beena (that I was sure awaited me) instead, I would fly out
directly to Dubai, from Islamabad. 

My parents were not happy with this but I remained adamant.

Zainab was very upset but as I hugged her goodbye at the airport, I
whispered, "make you passport and I will send for you the minute you
get it."

The long-term implications of my 'plan', to live as 'husband and wife

in Dubai', risking all that such a 'sin' would involve seemed
unimportant at that moment.

Eventually, Zainab would marry and I would marry, it is the way of

our culture. Until then, even after that time came, I saw no reason to
deny ourselves the emotional and physical fulfilment we felt when
together.

I would have a lot to do, but with Zainab with me in Dubai, I was sure
I would accomplish much more then I expected.

THE END.