Family and Friends Ch. 14bydarthewriter©
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.
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.