Family and Friends Ch. 03bydarthewriter©
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.