*Chapter 3*
As I was exhausted from the ‘encounter’, I, therefore, changed to nightdress and retired to the bed.
While I was reading a book, I heard a knock at my door.
“Yes! It’s open,”
Erum walked in.
“Are you Okay?” Said she shutting the door behind her.
“Yeah! Why?”
“You were limping and now you’re looking pale too.” She had a concern in her voice.
“Oh, nothing. I’m just tired.”
“I understand,” Same crooked smile ran on her face as she sat besides me on the bedside. “But, you enjoyed?”
Ops. She definitely knew. Nevertheless, her direct enquiry surprised me and I pretended not to understand her.
“Enjoyed what?”
“Now don’t fool me sis,” said she fondling my arm. “Your screams can be heard in every nook and corner of the house; even the neighbors had gotten awake.”
I was still surprised by her free talk about my sexual encounter; instead of getting upset she appeared completely comfortable with it.
“They got attracted much before me sis.” I cut her sarcastically in. Winking at her, I continued, “But who cares about poor them.”
“One do; I do. Especially when they hear those sexy sobs.” She discreetly diverted her conversation to me. “The sobs were irresistible.”
“What do you mean, irresistible? I retorted.
“Irresistible means irresistible. Don’t you know the meaning?” She teased me.
I kept staring her.
“Okay. We couldn’t hold us from peeping through the keyhole.”
“WHAT!!! Y-you, you watched me… Us?” Another shock hit me. “And what do you mean by us? You don’t mean Tahseen also…” I could not complete the sentence. My mind was boggling.
“Yes. Both of us,”
I hated that crooked grin of her. “You filthy rascals,” My voice chocked. I was really pissed off. How could they do it to me? She! Tahseen! How could Erum spy on me, her sister, making love to her “dewar” (husband’s brother) along with her hubby eying through the keyhole? I felt betrayed.
“Now don’t be stuffy. An eye for an eye is the rule. But it was sweet and mindblower revenge. Now we are even with both of you.”
What the hell she meant. I thought. No, no, that can’t be it. She couldn’t know that! That I watched them fucked together? Oh my God! Definitely, she knew that too. But then why she looked so cool? Why isn’t she furious or mad on me? What was going on?
“W-what re-revenge are you t-taking about?” I stammered.
“Cool it Annu. Don’t be upset.” Her tone was calm and steady. “I knew you were there.” Same old cunning grin ran over her face. “After all how you found that slit in the curtains to spy on us.”
“What!!!” Another moment of shock. “You set me up!!! No, you couldn’t,”
“Well, not you really. But we always made sure that the curtains were drawn up in a way that it could be seen from out side. We love being watched while fucking each other. It’s so thrilling and exciting and make us hornier than ever.”
I was speechless. She carried on, however.
“Nabeel was one willing horny young audience to us. He was a real hot number. But tonight we’re glad to have a new spectator. We knew that we’d attract you tonight as you were too close to the action.”
“We? Y-you mean, Tahseen also knew that I was there?”
“Of course. In fact he picked you up first and told me that you finally had ended up the ’snoop-spot’. I got such a kick that I came then and there.”
My mind was whirling. What an intrigue!
“Excited, that your own sister watching you both!”
“Making love. Yeah.” She completed my sentence.
“How sneaky.”
“But we really enjoy this.”
“You’d rather be ashamed off,” I tried to keep my tone calmer.
“Com’ on, don’t be silly. Do I not know you? You’re not less kinky when it comes to sex.”
“But I was never that outlandish nor have the guts.”
“When you’re with Tahseen, and I’m positive that Nabeel must be no different, sky is the limit to realize your fantasies. Tahseen barely has any inhibitions and he wanted me to be one like him.”
“And sure you “are” now.”
“It’s so thrilling. Anyway, are you on pills?”
“No.”
“Silly you…”
“He didn’t come in me…” I interrupted her and was surprised over my own bluntness.
“See… You’re getting into the ‘business’.” She laughed. “But you must be careful. I’ve a spare bottle, I’ll give it to you.”
“Tell me, Erum,” I asked after awhile. “Are you also on them?”
“Yeah.”
“But why? I mean your are married,”
“Well, we, Tahseen and I, had decided not to have kid for at least a year or two.”
“Because?”
“Nothin’. We just want to enjoy ourselves before I got involved fostering kids.”
~ * ~
A few days passed by with nothing interesting took place. It was weekend and I was bore to death. I had a plan for the evening with one of my friends but she had to attend some family emergency at the eleventh hour thus spoiling our evening. Now I was standard. Nabeel was also not home and Erum and Tahseen were getting ready for a weekend party.
As the couple got ready to leave, I saw Nabeel entered the house.
“Hi, everybody,” He cheered.
“Hi!”
“Going somewhere?”
“Yeah.” Replied Tahseen. “To Rahims’.”
“You’re looking gorgeous, “bhabi”. Beautiful “sari”.” He praised Erun.
I observed that Nabeel’s eyes were stuck at her extended chest.
“Thanks Nabeel,” Erum was flattered. I was sure that she swayed her breasts slightly. I was amazed by such lewd action from my sister. Then got stunned over Tahseen’s reaction who perhaps had also noticed her wife’s motion.
“Isn’t she sexy?” He stroked her ‘bumps’ and looked towards both of us respectively. “Anyway, guys,” he continued without waiting a reply, “we’ll not be home till late night, so have your space and enjoy yourselves.”
“Sure, we do.” Nabeel replied.
“Okay Annu, take care,” Tahseen told me.
“And you too Nabeel,” Erum added.
As they went off Nabeel said to me, “Erum indeed looked sexy today!”
I gave a nasty stare and retorted back instead, “Where were you?”
“With my friends” He was surprised over my curtness. “Why?”
“I was bored to death.”
“Oh, I see!” He added, “I believe you’d some plans with your friend. Didn’t you?”
“Yes. But she canceled; some family engagement.”
“So,”
“So what?”
“I’m free too now. So we can make our own plans. What about dinning out tonight.”
“Not a bad idea.” I cheered up.
“Good. Let me have a quick shower.”
“Go ahead. I need a wash too. But be quick, don’t take all the time in the world.”
“I’ll not.” He walked towards his room then turned back and asked, “Are you taking a shower too?”
“Yeah. I’m feeling to it.”
“Then… why don’t we do it together?”
“What!” I was shocked by his proposal. “Together what?”
“I mean when we both need a shower, so why don’t we bathe together. No point in wasting extra water.” Said he with a sly smile.
“You must be kidding,” I was still surprised. “How can…”
He cut me in, “Why can’t we.” Then looking at my perplexed face he added,” “Well, we’ve seen each other naked, haven’t we? So what’s the problem with having a shower together?”
Believe me till then the idea of bathing together with your lover never struck me. It was wicked but tempting idea.
“Come on, it’ll be a lot fun.” He leapt ahead, took my hand and dragged me into his room, closed the door and straight to the bathroom. I kept quiet. He opened the bathtub-tap.
“I’ll be back in a moment. Let me changed to my swimsuit.”
As I turned around to leave, he grabbed my arm and said, “Swimsuit?” He laughed loudly. “Now look who’s kidding! “Yeh beach nahin ha, janoo, yeh mere gusilkhana ka tub ha.” It’s not a beach honey; it’s a bathtub in my bathroom. Come on, “apne kapra utaroo,” take your clothes off.” With this he began unbuttoning his shirt.
“I still need to ago for a while.”
“What for?”
I was too shy to tell him about my urge, so, I kept quiet.
“Tell me why you need to leave.” He stressed upon my reply.
“Well… I-I… Oh Nabeel, you imp… I need to use toilet.” I could barely express myself.
He laughed again, heartily this time. “Ha, ha, ha. Big deal! You can use it here, why’ve you to go to your room for that.”
I blushed. “Go out then.”
“Oh, my too modest girl. Don’t worry, you’ll be all right soon.” Laughingly he went out of the washroom.
I locked the door. I needed to pee badly. When I got through, I let him in. He was still amused.
“You take long peeing, dear.” He said with a devilish grin.
I reddened again. “What’s so funny? Don’t you want a shower?”
“Oh, sure I do.” He was already shirtless. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans. Then off went his briefs. He was stark naked now. He crossed over into the bathtub.
After peeing I hadn’t pulled on my shalwar, but my kamiz was covering up to my knees.
“Take off you kamiz and come in.” Said he standing under the running shower with a limp penis.
I shyly did so and went into the bathtub with my bra still on. He embraced my naked body and kissed me on the lips. His tender touch was as usual sensational. He quickly undid my bra and hung it on the shower. Soon our tongues crossed into each other mouths and got wild while the water was splashing over our bodies. It was a unique and pleasant experience. I felt his cock swelling. I touched it with my free hand and then hold it. It yanked further out. It was fully erected and hard and of course ready for action. I began stroking him softly. He was pulling, twitching and caressing my tities with both hands and I was mourning with pleasure.
After a few lovely moments, he held my hand stroking his shaft and said in hoarse tone. “”Aaj tuhari bari ha,” tonight it’s ya’re turn.”
“”Mere bari! Kiss cheez ki?” My turn! For what?”
“”Us din maan ne tumhain chata tha, aaj tum…” the other day I sucked you, today you…”
I was glad that he asked for it. I wanted to take his cock into my cock-hungry mouth, wanted badly to taste that ‘dickhead’ but was waiting for him to ask me first. I bent on my knees without further asking and aimed his dick to my mouth. His mushroom-headed cock was looking monstrous. I kissed its head, then opened my mouth and took the head in and circled my tongue around the rim.
“Aaah,” Nabeel grasped. I gradually took in as much of his erected ‘meat’ as my mouth can accommodate it. He was big enough to be covered completely by my mouth. Holding it with one hand, I started licking it. His dick stretched further in my mouth and literally felt like steel.
“Aaah… eeeits beautiful… Annu… Ooooh… keep movin’… faster… haaa faster…” He was mourning in ecstasy. He began thrusting his hips and no sooner her was pumping my mouth hard and fast as if it was a cunt.
“Aaaahaa… “tum c-chaatna janti ho… chandu,” ya know how to s-suck a cock… baby… Ooooooh” Then he asked me in a whispering tone, “Annu, “kaya main tumhare muon main aa sakta hoon,” may I come into yar mouth?”
My instant reaction was a no. I had sucked on male dicks before but never allowed them to come into my mouth or over my face. But with Nabeel, I don’t know why, my values tumbled like a house of cards. I wanted him to shoot his load right into my mouth. I had a strong craving for to taste his semen - stuff I never had done before. Without saying anything further, I kept licking his dick. I knew that he was going to shoot his load in no time, so, I increased my pace.
“Oooooh… yes… yes… I’m cumin’… I’m cum…” He tried to withdrew his cock from my mouth, but I didn’t let him loose. As he was at the point of no return, he fired his load then and there, right in my mouth, with such a force that amazed me. “AAAAaahhhaa…” Loads of cum; I couldn’t gulp the entire down the throat and I pushed him softly away. He was still spurting as he withdrew. The next thick stream of cum hit my chin and another landed onto my cleavage. I stood on my feet and spited the cum into the toilet. As I caught my image in the life-size mirror, I saw cum drooling out of my mouth to chin, running down to the belly through the cleavage. It was a funny picture of me. I smiled. Instead of repulsion, it tickled my fancy contrary to my thoughts. Strange.
I washed my mouth, cleaned myself and went back into the bathtub. Nabeel’s cock was half erected, amazing that it was not completely lifeless. I straightaway grabbed his penis.
“It’s still alive,” Said I kissing him on the lips.
“Yeah. “Ye tumahre under gushna mangta, chand,” it wants to enter you, honey.”
“Not now.”
“Why?”
“I’m starving, silly.”
“”Kiss cheez ki bhook ha,” starving of what?” He gave a meaningful smiled.
“”Tum…” You…” I wrenched his cock teasingly.
“Aah,” He in retaliation brought his hand to my pussy and shoved a finger into my love-hole with considerable force.
“Oops. You bastard,” I twisted the prick again.
He reciprocated his action and then kept stroking his finger in my well-lubricated tunnel.
“Ooooh… Yeah, finger-fuck me to a quick climax.”
He pulled the finger out, however. Turned me around and made me sit on the side of the bathtub. I was resting against the wall now. He spread my legs and sat between them and inserted two fingers into my cunt this time. He began finger-fucking me.
“Aaahh… yes… “Karte raho,” keep doin’…” His pace increased and no sooner I felt my orgasm building. Sensing my excitement, he found my clit and at the same time was stroking it with his thumb.
“Ooooh… haaaa… Haan, yes… Ahaaa… “zoor se,” harder… Oooh yes… I’m cumin’…”
And I did come.
His dick was hard again. After picking my strength, I got hold of his prick and made him stand pulling it upwards.
“”Chloo,jeildi se gusel kar lain,” let’s have a quick shower. We’re too late for dinner and as I told you, “mujay sakht boohk lagi ha,” I’m starving.”
“”Lakin,” but…” He tried to say something.
“No buts.”
“I want to…”
“”Mujay puta ha,” I know,” I interrupted him, “”tum kaya chate ho,” what you want. “Khane ke baad kerain ge,” We’ll do it after dinner.”
“Sure? “Waadah,” promise?” He was too skeptical about my offer.
“Sure I do.” I added, “Come on Nabeel, I like doing it with you.”
“”Kaho ke tum ghar aa kay mujse fuck karo gi,” say you’ll fuck me once we were home.”
“”Main keh rehai hoon na, main kernoon gi,” I’m saying, I’ll do.”
“Do what?” His eyes twinkled with wickedness.
I looked into his eyes but said nothing.
“”Kaho na,” Come on, say it.” He coaxed me.
“”M-main khane ke baad tum say f-fu…fuck kerron gi,” I-I’ll f-fu…fuck ya, after dinner.” I stammered.
“Good girl.” He kissed me.
~ * ~
We had dinner at one of the best eating-places in the town. Food was delicious, and Nabeel’s presence had made the atmosphere more romantic. Then we drove around the coast chatter and tickling and were home after midnight. Once we inside the house he asked me:
“Why don’t we sleep together tonight?”
I didn’t reply immediately. I didn’t mind, in fact, I like the idea. “But, what about others?”
“What others?” He continued, “Ah, them! Don’t worry about them, they’ll be back late and wouldn’t be up early, so who’s going to know?”
He has a point there. I just nodded and went into my room to change. I put on a black negligee. There was nothing sexy about that outfit. I did not have any sexy garments then, if I had, I would have definitely put that one on.
Anyway, after change, I went into Nabeel’s bedroom. He was lying on the bed under a white sheet. All lights were off except the two lamps. Some nice fragrance got through my nostrils. Nabeel has successfully given a romantic touch to the room ambiance.
I quietly went to the other side of the double bed and slipped into the sheet.
“Beautiful “nighty,” negligee,”
“Thanks.” I added, “Room is getting’ romantic,”
“And, me too.” He grabbed me and planted a soft kiss over my lips.
“”Tumhain pata ha Annu,” you know Annu, you’re gorgeous, really beautiful.”
“Thanks again,” I reciprocated his kiss.
There I realized that he was naked under the sheet.
“Ops. “Tum nange ho,” you’re naked!”
“”Tum bhi apni nighty utar do,” you too take off this negligee.” He took the sheet of us and threw it aside.
I obeyed him submissively. We both were now naked. His wanting lips touched mine and pushed his tongue; I opened my lips to allow his tongue in my mouth. Soon we were French kissing each another and our tongues getting wilder and wilder. His hands, on the other hand, were vigorously exploring my naked body.
Glued to my mouth, he soon was laying over me. I clutched his butt-cheeks and dug my nails so hard that I was sure they had left deep marks on his skin.
Then I was on him playing with his firm body.
Kissing, fondling, twitching, biting, and sobbing we rolled all over the bed in total frenzy of emotions. We were really enjoying our foreplay to the up most.
Once I was over him, he took one of my boobs into his mouth and licked it. Then all of a sudden he bit my erected nipple piercingly.
“Oooooohhh…” I howled. “Ya bastard…”
The ‘prick’ giggled in response.
I grabbed his cock in my hand and twisted it real hard to take my revenge.
“Aaaaahhhaaa…Ya bitch…”
“Now we are even.” I gave a naughty smile.
In a whiz he got hold of my body and twisted me over. He was on top of me then. He positioned his throbbing steel-hard cock with his hand and banged it in my cunt with all his might.
His big and hard dick ripped through my tight cuntal walls. “Aaaahhhaaaaa…” I shrieked with instant pain.
He was so randy by then that he was in no mind to give any heed to my anguish. He started stroking my pussy in full throttle. In and out, in and out, in and out. Certainly my initial pain was momentary, and I was soon enjoying the way he was screwing me. Like a real man. Every thrust of his enormous cock was a source of bliss to my reeling mind.
“Aaah… Yes, “Kerte raho,” keep it up… yes, yes…”
Soon my orgasm started building up. “Nabeel! …I’m cummin’… yes… yes… aaaaaah… ”
Very surprisingly I wanted to him to talk dirty and me reciprocate the same, but was chicken to express my desire loudly. I had never made a noisy-fucking before. Perhaps listening to my sister and brother-in-law talking bitchy the other night had provoked some veiled lusty instinct within me. Only afterwards I came to realize that I actually love to talk and to listen real dirty whenever it come to sex. I now speak all those four-letter and taboo words even with my girl friends freely while conversing sex. I definitely get a kick out that.
Anyway, back to the scene.
“Aaaahhaaaa… “Tum boathat tung ho,” you’re so tight… Ooooohhh…”
And I came in no time. He kept me stroking with same old vigor and then he suddenly stopped.
“No… Don’t stop…” I was in complete ecstasy.
“”Main tumhain peecha say karna chata hoon,” I’d like to do you from behind.”
“Are you goin’ to fuck my butt?” I asked in horror.
“”Agar tum chahti ho to,” if you want that way?”
“”Nahian, nahian,” no, no.”
“”Keuwn nahian,” why not?”
“”Yeh bohat bara ha, dard hoo ga,” it’s too big, it’ll hurt. “Abi nahian,” not now,”
“Okay, “main tumehain doggy style main karna chata hoon,” I wanna do you doggy style.”
I nodded and stood on my ‘all fours’. He spread my legs a little and touched my wet pussy with his hand. Then he inserted two fingers in my love tunnel and started finger fucking me.
“Aaaah… it feels so goood, “kerte raho,” keep doin’…”
His free hand began caressing my hanging boobs.
“Yes… yes… “zoor say,” harder… faster… yes… aaaaaahhh…”
“”Keun, maza aa raha ha kutia,” ya bitch, enjoying it?”
His choice of word stirred my lust to the highest.
“”Haan…haan,” yes…yes… Ohoooo… Harder… “Aur unglee-aan under dalo, put more fingers in…”
“Ya bitch,” He supplemented a third finger in my itching cunt. “”Yeh lay,” here it comes,”
Before long I felt his lips over my butt; he was kissing my ass-cheeks! He pushed his tongue through the crack of my butt-cheeks and kept licking all along the arch: from my asshole to my cunt and back. My word! It was sensational. I was again new to this wonderful experience.
He then spread my ass-cheeks with both his hands to lick it more freely. I, in complete amazement, felt his tongue directly over my shit-hole, kissing and licking it. Oh my God, it was too great a pleasure. I had not a foggiest idea earlier that anyone could lick your shit-hole and return you such amazing sensation. He then slowly moved downwards to my pussy and sucked it too. While his mouth was busy licking my love-stream, he shoved a finger into my tight butt-hole and began stroking it slowly.
“Ooooooh… Loveeelee…”
No one had ever done that to me before. In fact I was virgin there. And, it was all mid-boggling experience. I decided then to try anal sex. Yes, I was all game to give in my ‘anal-virginity’ to Nebeel.
“Ohoooo… Aaaahhaaa… eeeets love-ly… “chatoo,” eat me… Ouuuuuuu… keep doin’…”
He increased the speed. His lips and tongue were sucking and nibbling my virginal area, periodically inserting his tongue into my oozing cunt.
“My God! Ya’re drenching like a spring.”
Soon another climax lurched me. “Aaaaah. Keep s-suckin’ me… Please… iets lovely… yes… move yar tongue deeper…” And I came over his mouth and tongue, “Aaaaahhhhaaaa…”
He paused for a while then reengaged with earlier action. His finger was still knocking my anus.
“Ohoooo, yes… yes… eets too much, “jano,” dear…” I was sobbing with pleasure once more, “Oh yes, fuck me now… I-I want to feel your c-cock… P-put it in me…”
He obeyed. And his dick again pierced through my love-hole. “Uuuuuuuu…” Soon he was shoving my cunt at top pace. My pussy reacted to his strokes quickly by getting wetter. And so was I. My entire body was reeling with pleasure. I responded to his blows by thrusting my ass towards his working cock.
“Oooooh… It’s…wonderful… Yar pussy’s cramming my cock… eeets too hot… I cannot hold… “Main aa arah hoon,” I’m cummin’…” He groaned in a state of ecstasy.
“No, don’t. “Abi nahian,” not yet. “Thora aur,” little more, “main tumhaire saath aana chahti hoon,” I wanna come with you.” Retorted I.
He reduced his speed and then suddenly smacked my ass-cheeks with his both hands.
“Oooouuu…” And there it was again and again. “Aaaaah…” I didn’t dislike his strikes rather it helped upsurge my fresh orgasm. My pussy flooded with love-juice and I felt fluid dribbling down through the opening. “M-me cum-ing… yes, “zoor say,” harder…” I added, “”Nahain, mut nakaloo,” no, don’t pull it out. “Mere under aaoo,” cum inside me… I-I wanna feel your cum in my pussy… yes,”
“Ooooh… “Main bhi aa raha hoon,” me coming too… Here eeets gooooes…” With that he shove his cock so hard it seemed if it would pierce through my womb.
“Uuuuuuu…” He shot his load right on my womb, drew a little and burst another shot. “Oooohhooo…”
“Aaaaaahhhaaaa…” I came with him too.
His dick was retreating but still spurting. He it pulled out completely and rubbed against my ass cleaning it. Then he collapsed on the bed. I was panting too, so I laidback besides him. I was surprise to see his dick not completely limp.
“It was wonderful.” Said he caressing my hair. “”Maz aayaa,” did you enjoy?”
“Oh, certainly,” My reply was instant.
He lent forward and kissed me on my lips. “You were as hot as ever. I love the way your pussy felt.”
“Mugar Nabeel, but Nabeel, you’re still alive!” Said I looking straight at his half erected cock.
He gave a broad grin. “It wants more,” Said he grabbing his tool with his hand.
“Sure,” I put my lips on his and kissed him. “Me too.”
“Do you care for a drink? Asked he a while later.
“Good idea?”
He got out of the bed and moved towards a small fridge in the room. His half erected tool was rocking around his belly and my eyes were glued to this exciting sight.
“Beer?” He asked opening the fridge-door and taking out a Heineken can.
“Oh! You have it here?” I was surprised to see the beer cans in his fridge because it is not a very common sight in here. Majority of people, especially women, do not drink. Alcohol, in fact, is banned in Pakistan. But the people who drink have to buy the stuff from the black market. And, as obviously, it’s costly than the normal.
I grew up with seeing my father drinking. But he was a moderate drinker. I never saw him drunk. Sometimes when we girls had our close friend around, Anila and I would steel some booze out of father’s stock for our fun-time.
“It would be great,” I said willingly.
We chatted while having our chilled Heinekens. I enjoy beer as it always put me on little high. He lent against the backrest, naked, while I sat on the bed, naked too, of course. His dick was completely flaccid now.
An idea struck to me then. I bent a little and poured some beer on to his navel. He twitched. “Uuups…” The beer streamed down on his belly towards the groin. I lent further and licked his beer-covered navel.
“Tastes great,” I readjusted myself between his legs putting aside the almost empty beer-can and began licking the beer-belly moving my tongue to and forth his navel to the root of his shaft. His body wrenched again; so did his cock, which instantly came back to life. My both hands were exploring his hairy chest.
“Aaah! “Meza aa arha ha,” it feels so nice,” Nabeel moaned blissfully.
He decanted more beer over his abdomen and I kept my maneuvers.
Kept moving my tongue downwards, I licked over his half-rigid shaft up to the cock-tip.
“Ooooh… That’s wonderful…”
The moment I touched the tip of his cock, it got all its vigor back and was hard again. Realizing that my new action rendered pleasure to him, I drew my full attention to his ‘pole’. I sucked and chewed the tip for a while. Sooner the whole ‘rod’ was in my yearning mouth and it was suck on it.
For few minutes Nabeel remained lost in ecstasy. His cock was rock hard by now.
“Mind 69?” He asked me.
Keeping quite, I just moved to get to the right position. Me being on the top, we soon were eating each another’s genitals. As his mouth touched my cuntal lips, my reeling mind sent enthralling impulses to the glands and I felt my pussy got moist once more.
We continued imparting pleasure to each another for a few more minutes. In the mean while Nabeel rolled me over and was on top of me then. After a while he asked me to turn over. I complied and reclined on my belly. He lay over me. His rigid shaft was stroking my pussy.
I then heard the bedside table-draw opened. Nabeel fumbled with it and took something out.
He sat between my legs and I felt my ass-cheeks stretched out by his hands. His tongue once again was licking my anus. Same old chill ran into my back. After a while he stopped and I felt something cold on my shit-hole.
“What’s the hell…” I shivered.
“Calm down, its just K-jelly.”
“K-jelly!” I repeated in horror. “”Kaya mut…” what do you… No, you can’t…” I added, “Are you goin’ to fuck my ass?”
“It’ll be fun.”
“No, you can’t. “Whahaan nahian,” not there.”
“Come on Annu, it’ll be good fun.”
As I mentioned that I wanted to try anal sex with this man but still was afraid of the pain his enormous tool would cause. Moreover, I didn’t want to give him an impression of me being a cheap whore by accepting his ‘designs’ with no fuss. Let him persuade me. And persuade me hard.
“Fun or pain? No. Yar cock’s too big; “dard ho ga,” it’d hurt. Ya know I’m still virgin there?”
“I know. The gel will loosen your ass. “Ziaada dard nahin ho ga,” it won’t hurt much.
“You think so, sure?”
“Oh yes.
“But…” I was about to give up resistance.
“”Aik bar try too karo. Agar tumhen acha nahin laga too main nikaal loon ga.” Try once, if you don’t like it, I’ll pull out.”
“”Wahda ke tum nikaal loo gay?” Promise that you will pull out?”
“”Haan yar,” yes dear.”
I was sure that he didn’t mean at all what he said. But now I was all set to let him wank my virgin anus.
“But be gentle,”
“Sure honey.” He seemed too delighted over my assent.
He put some more jelly to my shit-hole and then inserted a finger applying the gel onto anus walls. Spreading further gel over his cock-tip, he was ready to enter my bumps. My whole body got rigid and stressed in anticipation. He put his cock over my shit-hole and pushed it. My body twitched but nothing happened. My asshole was too tight for that enormous prick. He tried again and pain hit my mind.
“Aaah…”
He stopped immediately.
“No, try again, “mugar aaysta,” but slowly,”
He obeyed and this time the tip got its way in slightly. I bit my lips. He took it out and entered again. Then thrust it further in. The pain shattered my brain.
“Aaaaaaahaaaa, ya bas..tard…” I yelled with pain.
He retreated and rubbed my hole with his cock. The hurt subsided soon. He reinserted his prick, bit-by-bit this time. The hurt was not that terrible. I had to bear the pain anyway, if I wanted him in my ass. He kept stroking my shit-hole’s opening for a while, trying to get further in every now and then. Then suddenly the ‘prick’ pushed his dick in with full force.
And I screamed like a failing bitch.
“Aaaahaaa… “Nikaloo,” take it out… ya bastard… “nikaloo,” take it out…”
But he was in no mood to listen to my suffering. He stroked my shit-hole for a few wild blows then slowed down the pace. I was shivering with pain, which was now on the wane but I felt so sore down there that I wanted him to stop. Still I wanted the whole thing in my asshole. I must bore the pain for a while, I thought.
“Aaaaahaaa… “dard ho raha ha,” it hurts…”
“”Nikaal loon kaya?” May I take it out?” Without waiting for my reply he pulled his dick out of my sore hole. I got an instant relief.
“Wait for a moment then do it again.” I told him.
Finally, he entered my ass once more and penetrated only to the point it in before without any trouble. He began to rap my hole halfway down only. He was careful this time not to give me any pain jolts. My hole soon got comfortable with that prick inside it and I indicated him to move further in. He started to penetrate his cock very gently and gradually. The hurt was not as severe as before. Eventually the entire cock got in my shit-hole.
I told him to be still for a few moments and when I felt to it I asked him to go on. He began moving his dick fucking my asshole. I wasn’t that great as I heard from so many people. In fact I didn’t suppose that I would had missed something out if I had not done that. It was only after about half-a-dozen times I got ass-fucked that I got at ease or began liking it. Though, so many years down the line, I now enjoy getting my shit-hole fucked.
“Aaaah… “tumhrea ‘ole bohat tung ha,” yar ‘ole is so tight… Oooooohhh…” He continued with his lusty sobs.
I silently got fucked as I felt pretty distress throughout the time he fucked my butt-hole. His cock couldn’t take my tight hole for long and soon he reached the point of no return.
“Uuuuuu… “tum bohat tung ho,” yar so tight… “main aa raha hoon,” I’m coming… I… oooooh comme…” He asked me to turn around as he pulled his dick out of my shit-hole and burst his cum over my belly and boobs with great force. I was amazed over the amount of load released by his cock. I was almost fully coved by his cum. Nabeel told me later that it was his first time to fuck an ass, which arose him so much to discharge so heavily.
He collapsed besides me. My maiden ass fucking was indeed not that cool an episode. And I was in a mess then: my ass was sore and body was covered in Nabeel’s cum. I felt like a whore. And that’s what I wanted to be: Nabeel’s whore. I was falling in love with this ass-fucker even though he had caused me so much of agony that day.
*Chapter 4*
Next day I could barely walk because of the hurting ass. Nabeel was asleep. I kissed him over the lips and quietly left the room. The whole house was still sleeping.
Later in the day Erum came to my room having something in her hands. Shutting the door behind her she grinned, same old crocked smile.
“”Tum yeh Nabeel ke bathroom main choor aaye theain,” you’ve left this in Nabeel’s washroom.” Said she swinging my bra in front of me.
I merely shrugged. I was no more embarrassed; this household was getting on me.
“You should be careful; what if the maid had seen it. Lucky that I sighted it before her while cleaning his room.”
“Then what? The whole world knows that I sleep with Nabeel.”
“But not the servants.” My sister argued.
“Whosoever, I give a damn now. You’ve aroused the devil in me.”
“Oh! Is it so?”
“What else do you thing your outlandish and exhibitionist manner would have affect on me?”
She sat besides me on the bed. “”Raat kasi guzri,” how was the night?”
“Wonderful.” I replied.
“Hope ya aren’t too sore.”
She had the same crocked smile yet again. And how I hated that.
“”Kay yeh tumhara pehla chance tha,” was it you first experience?”
“”Pehla chance? Kaya mutlib?” First experience? What do you mean?” I got on my guards.
“You know what I mean.” Then she added giddily, “”Mera mutlib ha…” I mean…” She patted my butt.
I blushed. Bitchy peeping Tom! She had seen us again last night. And I hated that too.
“Ya sicky,” I retorted in pretense, “ya watched us over again?”
“Your sexy sobs were so tempting as ever. But, ya both put up some real show last night; we truly enjoyed that.”
“Ya know Erum, ya both are sick… real sick…”
“And, what do you think of yourself, my fuck-loving sis?” I just stared at her. “Is he a good lover?”
“Of course. I love to fuck him.” I replied her in the same coin.
“Annu, are you serious? I mean, are you serious with Nabeel or just wanna have fun?”
“Well, yes and no.”
“What do ya mean?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“But you want to continue the relationship?”
“Sure.”
~ * ~
We did carry on our courtship into the first year. I had just cleared three of my semesters while Nabeel got through with his graduation and was looking for a job then. In the course of our relationship I completely fell in love with him, but couldn’t summoned enough courage to reveal my sentiments to him. Perhaps I was afraid of his reaction; what if he said no. Nonetheless, over the period I got confident of him and now looking for appropriate occasion to remove the ambiguity of the relationship.
My college was off those days and I was planning to go home: Sukh’er. One day when after breakfast we both were alone and talking he asked me:
“”Tum mere doost Assad Farouqi ko janti ho na,” you know my friend Asad Farouqi?”
“”Ko’an, whoo motu,” who, that fatty. “Shahid aik bar us se milli hoon,” perhaps I’ve met him once.”
“”Ab whoo itna bhi mota nahian ha,” come off it, he not that fat after all. Anyway, he has a holiday hut at the waterfront away from the city. I had an open invitation from him to use that whenever I want. Would you like to come along this weekend?”
I was too ready to accept his invitation. Since our relationship had commenced, we haven’t really dated out of the house. Then we both deserved some recreation after that fatigue of our studies. I, therefore, love to join him on such an outing.
“”Main weekend pur ghar jana ka program bena rahi thi,” well, I was planning to go home over the weekend…”
“”Seruf do dinoon ke leay, Annu,” Just for couple of days, Annu.” He interrupted me. “I’ve been there, “bari khoobsurat jegha ha,” it’s truly beautiful. “Tumhain zroor pasand aaya ghi,” you surely would like the place.” He almost pleaded.
“”Tum sunte to ho nahin,” you don’t listen, I don’t mind coming with you. I can postpone my plans.”
“Oh ya, my love, that’s fantastic.” He looked over joyous over my accord; he leapt forward and kissed me.
~ * ~
We reached the place that Friday at about noon on Nabeel’s new Honda City. It was small but nice cozy hut. Facing the waterfront, it was built on a little plateau with a small neat lawn in the front. I stood there watching the deep blue sea beneath me enjoying the pure air and clear sky. I inhaled a deep breath. What a lovely sight it was.
“Its so beautiful, Nabeel,”
“I knew you’d love it.”
We took our luggage in; Nabeel had the key of the hut on him. I began inspecting the five-room cabin. The kitchenette had everything to take care of our stay. The fridge was full of eatables: from meat to beer and tinned-fruit to dessert.
“There’s so much stuff in the kitchen; the fridge is full.” I told Nabeel entering the lounge.
“Yes. Asad must have asked the housekeeper to do so.”
We decided to go on to the beach and have a dip in the water. I love swimming, swimming in the sea. I changed to my swimsuit and Nabeel wore his trunks. We step down the plateau slope. The beach was hardly populated and only a couple of men were seen in the sea at a distance.
We swam and fooled around for about two hours, splashing saltwater and tossing sand over each another. Exhausted, we lied down on the sand.
“”Bohat meza aaya,” it was real fun. I love sea.” Said I lying straight gazing sky above me.
“Ah. Me too.” Replied he.
A pleasant breeze was blowing across the beach and the afternoon sun was bright but not uncomfortable.
After sometime I turned around towards Nabeel and said, “Kaya main tum say kuch poochna chahte hoon, may I ask you something,”
“”Haan,” sure,”
“What are your future plans?”
He look into my face for awhile and said, “Well, as you know I’ve a job offer and I think I should avail the opportunity. It’s a good start.”
“You seemed not interested in your dad’s business as Tahseen is involved with it.”
“No, not yet. I want to get experience before. I want to stand on my own feet.”
“That’s very courageous.”
“In fact I wanted to go abroad for higher studies and my dad is too willing me to proceed with my plans but I thought a year or two of job experience wouldn’t be a bad idea.”
“No. It sounds fair.” Deep down I was pleased to hear his plan of staying here for another year at least.
“Then, there is another hitch,” He paused, looking aimlessly into the sky.
“What’s that?”
“Well,” he said thoughtfully as if making his mind up. “I wanted to tell you before but couldn’t…” His tone changed. “You’re my best buddy, aren’t you?”
“Of course, I am,” I straightened up, feeling a little uneasy.
“I must tell you… It’s your right to know… I trust you’d understand,” He was turning melodramatic.
Why the hell he’s pushing about the bush; why doesn’t he just come out with his mind. “Come on, what’s it,”
“Well… I… I am in love with someone… badly in love.” Said he with an impassive face.
His words explode like a missile on me. ‘Someone!’ My heart missed a beat. Still, hope against hope, I asked though in a low tone, “Who’s she, do I know her?”
I wanted to hear, ‘yes, it’s you.’ Instead he said, “I’m not sure, you might have met her once.”
My heart sank.
“Her name?” My voice was barely audible.
“I told you, I’m not sure if you know her name, but I’ve her photograph inside. Come, let me show you her picture, you may recognize her. You’d like her, she’s gorgeous.”
He stood up, took my hand and dragged me towards the hut.
I didn’t want to come along with him. My mind was reeling and I was pulling along lifeless corpse. How can he do it to me? He can’t. He was fucking around with me for over a year and now the pig says he is in love with some bitch. Bitch. Bastard. I felt miserable. My eyes moisten. He has no right. Bastard. Now he was dragging me to show the bitch’s picture. Gorgeous. My foot. Bitch. I didn’t want to see the bitch.
He took me in and stood me against the mirror.
“See!” Said he.
I saw into his face through the mirror, perplexed.
“See the picture? Here is my love.” His face grinned and eyes sparked.
Another beat missed. I was baffled then mystified and then overjoyed. It was too much of emotional somersaulting. I couldn’t believe my ears after the all his bullshit fairytale. The moisture of gloom in my eyes turned into the tears of mirth.
I turned around and knocked my fists on his chest. “Ya… melodramatist bastard…” My voice was overwhelmed with emotions.
He was giggling. “”Haan chand, main tum se payar kerta hoon,” yes, honey I am in love with you. Badly in love.”
“Ya… ya…” I hugged him. “Ya’re so terrible… Ya, you… I love you too.” Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks. What a jolt; a mind-blowing shock. I felt so satisfied and relaxed.
“Why these tears?” Said he holding my face in his both hands.
“Why you cooked up that bullshit?”
He wiped off my cheeks with his fingers and kissed my each eye and then my lips. “I was waiting for a right time to tell you about my feelings. The idea of surprise just came lying on the beach.”
“I also wished to reveal my heart today. Yes, I’m in love too with you.”
“I wanted to say it for so long but wasn’t sure of you.” He added.
“You’re an idiot,”
“Am I?”
“Yes. You don’t know how much I love you, my love.” I clutched him passionately.
“Same here. Believe me.” He hugged me. We embraced each other tightly. There was no lust but pure love.
We broke the embrace, looked into each another eyes and cuddled again. We both were in a state of ecstasy, harmony and passion. Love is a many splendid thing and we both were in love. We stood there holding each other for maybe eternity. We didn’t want to budge. I wished the time had stop there.
I remembered what I was thinking while being dragged by Nabeel into the cabin. ‘I didn’t want to see the bitch!’ Smiled played on my face. Now ‘the bitch’ was as happy as lark after seeing the ‘bitch’ in the mirror. I snorted a deep laughter.
After sometime, still standing there, facing each another, he asked me to wait there and moved into the bedroom. When reappeared, he had his right fist clutched, might be holding something in it. He stood near me.
“Annu, “ab main tum se kuch kahna chata hoon,” now I wish to ask you something,”
I looked into his face.
He knelt on his left leg and said taking my right hand, “Annu, would you marry me?”
What a day! Full of surprises! I was so happy already and yet another dream came true. I looked into his face affectionately. My silence was my assent and he understood that. He opened his fist and rolled something onto my finger. It was a beautiful diamond ring! An engagement ring perhaps!
“Nabeel!”
“Don’t say no,” his voice was shaky.
“You silly. Why’d I reject such a wonderful person? The man I love.”
He kissed my hand and stood up. I leapt forward and planted my lips over his. My whole body was shuddering with happiness. We deeply French-kissed each another.
A little later he said, “Annu, there is a fairly nice eating place at about twenty minutes drive; we’ll have our treat there over a supper.”
“No,” I replied abruptly, “I want us to stay home. I want to remain with you alone. I’ll give you the treat here. A treat you’ll remember.”
“As you wish, my love. I’m game.”
He rested his hands on my sides and moved them along the body contours over my swimsuit.
“”Tum bohat khoobsurat ho,” you’re so gorgeous. How much I love you,” I could feel the sincerity in his voice. “”Yeh mere zindagi ka khoobsrut tareen din ha,” this is the greatest day of my life.”
“Same here.” Said I holding his face in my hands. “You’re the most handsome but naughtiest man I’ve ever met. Ya’re heart an’ soul of me.”
We got engaged in a passionate kiss holding each other tightly close.
Then I took his hand and guided him towards the bedroom.
“Aren’t you hungry, Annu?” Said he entering the room.
“Now you’ve said it, I feel it too.” We have eaten nothing since morning. “Okay, I’ll bring somethin’ to munch. What about some dessert?” I know he had a sweet tooth.
“That’s be great.”
“You lie down and wait here; I’ll make you somethin’ nice. And… don’t change, keep like that.”
“If you wish I can even remove these!” He said holding his trunks.
“I know you can’t remain decent for long, ya dirty exhibitionist.” I teased his nose and went to the kitchen. I have seen some cream in the fridge and I knew Nabeel loved strawberries and cream. But it was not a strawberry season. But then he also loved bananas. So I prepared a big bowl of bananas in sweet cream. I pour some in a dessert bowl and took it to the bedroom.
He was lying there in the bed. Believe me he had taken off his trunks. Oh God, how he like to show his maleness and how I love to watch his manhood.
“Goddamnit Nabeel! You’re obsessed with nudity.”
“Ah, I love been naked,”
“What a whore are you?” said I.
He laughed loudly.
“Bananas an’ cream!”
“That’s great.”
I took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
“Yum. It’s lovely,”
“Good, you like it.”
We spoon fed each other until the bowl emptied.
“Is there any more?” Asked he.
“Plenty of it, don’t you worry.”
I went back to the kitchenette and got another bowl full of the dessert.
But this time I had a different idea of having my share. I kept on feeding him but refused to take my share.
“Why ain’t you eating?” Asked he.
“I’ll have it my way,” I reached for his soft penis. “Make it hard,” Said I with laughter. As I stroke his floppy dick I soon felt life infusing into it. I dipped the half-erected penis into the dessert bowl and soaked it well with the cream. Then I took it out and put the cream covered cock into my mouth.
“Yep. It’s yummier.” Said asserted.
Nabeel watched the whole episode with amazement.
I repeated the action. “That’s the best way of having your dessert, isn’t it?”
“I never thought of if such a stuff can be done.” He replied.
“It’s called banana-cream with cock.” I laughed.
How happy was I that night. In fact, I could see Nabeel having the same feelings. We both were enjoying every bit of our moments. It was not that we haven’t like each other’s company before, but it indeed was different that night after uncovering and discovering our respective love. Being in love is entirely a different feeling; it’s a unique emotion. We have been with each other so may time before but I never felt a tickling deep down in my heart. My heart was full of some fabulous passion and mind you it was not lust this time around. It was passion of LOVE.
I lay him on the bed and asked him to squeeze his legs together. I made sure that his, now, fully erected penis hung between them. I poured the banana-an’-cream over his hairy chest down to his belly to the valley of dick. He was all covered with the dessert. I brought my mouth close to his chest and began licking banana-an’-cream. I took my time cleaning up his chest and then slowly moved down to his belly and little by little I sucked every bit of cream over and in his bellybutton. Further down. His pole was all creamy and the balls were soaked in it. I licked his cock with my tongue then did the same to his balls. He shuddered with pleasure. And eat his balls and penis and banana-and-cream. He was growling in delight.
After I was through, he grabbed me towards him and his lips got locked to mine. I felt his hand at the back on my swimsuit’s zipper.
“Zeeep…” It was opened.
He, then, laid he on the bed and took off the costume from me. Me lying naked, he rushed towards the kitchen with the bowl in his hand and return with a refill. He did the same thing to me. I was completely coated with the dessert: my breasts, vagina and my bellybutton. He licked and sucked each of them slowly and sweetly. Impulse after electric impulse was swimming across my body.
After he finished his ‘meals’, he poured more banana-an’-cream on me and threw himself over me. Both our bodies were muddled with cream and banana slices. By then my cunt was soaking in wetness and I was shivering with desire. I wanted my love inside me. As reading my thoughts, he did what I wanted him to do. He entered me so very easily. His cock, as usual, was rock hard. Perhaps a little harder and bigger that night. Embracing and holding me tightly, he commenced stroking me.
“To our love.” He whispered the toast in my ears.
“Yeh, to our love.” I responded his strokes with thrusting my hips back to him. Soon we were fucking each other wild. Growling and screaming and pronounce and expressing our pleasure using the language of love.
“Yeah, cum in me and make me pregnant with your seed.” I murmured into his ear.
He looked into my eyes, “”Tumhe mera bucha chahi’ay,” you wanna my child?”
“”Haan, haan,” yes, yes… oooohhh… badly,”
“”Lakin tuhain intezar kerna ho ga,” but ya’ve to wait,”
I knew that I had to wait to get pregnant. How desperately I wanted to have my lover’s child in my womb.
We made love four times that wonderful night and eat a lot of banana-an’-cream. It was an unprecedented night of my life. Our short visit to that holiday-hut had turned fateful. It had changed the course of our lives. We both got married soon after I completed my graduation. It was years ago now. You know, time flies. We are now a happy loving family with two kids - daughters: Nena and Sejal.
During my two years of graduation in Karachi I had four more sexual adventures but were short ones - a one-nightstand kind of a thing. One was with my classmate’s husband; another involved a distant neighbor - a married pilot; third was a younger boy I met in a fanfare; and the last encounter was… well that’s a secret!
Before our marriage, I told Nabeel all about my affairs and he had his own experiences to tell as well. Though, then we promised not cheat on each other ever. And years down the line, we haven’t.
“(I would come up with those tales if you like me to; I mean if I get a good response for this one. Then there were a few sexy and randy love scenes too with my hubby after the marriage.)”