Family and Friends Ch. 16bydarthewriter©
(Author's note: I still have not decided how this story will end; but so many people have requested a continuation that I feel grateful and obligated to add another chapter while I mull over the options. To Jimmy who is a fountain of ideas; 'cheers' and I hope you enjoy this.)
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.
Further fun and games would have to wait.