Family and Friends Ch. 01bydarthewriter©
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.
My vacation was getting off to a good start.