Rizwan and his family moved into the house next door when we were
both ten years old and we've been best friends ever since. I've
always thought that we were like mirror images: we sort of look the
same, he have one older brother and a younger behan, I have three
younger behans; we have normal, boring parents our houses look
alike, a pair of large, , two-story homes in the middle of a crowded
street in one of Karachi mohalla. But if we are mirror images,
Rizwan is the real one; I'm the reflection. He leads, I follow.
He seems to speed through life without effort; I can only plod along
behind him at my own pace. While this is true about everything we
do, it's especially true when it comes to women - he is more
experienced than I'll ever be. We're 26 years old but Rizwan is like
a wise and dirty old man. He's always telling me stories and giving
me advice. Sometimes he even lets me watch when he is choding some
call girls which he brings at home.
There's a large window in my bedroom, which is on the top floor of
my house; by coincidence it is exactly opposite to the window in
Rizwan's bedroom next door. When we were kids we discovered that,
due to the shape of our houses and the distance between them, nobody
else could see into our windows, either from the ground or from any
other window. It was a secret connection between us, and it was
pretty cool when we were kids; when we grew up, it was Rizwan's idea
to leave his curtains open and his lights on when he had a girl in
his room. It didn't happen that often, since it was usually hard for
him to sneak a girl into his house, but when Rizwan would tell me
that the possibilities were good, that night I would be in my room,
lights out, sitting by my window, watching.
A few weeks ago, as I was getting ready for bed, I realized that
this hadn't happened in a long time. I thought that maybe we had
forgotten about our arrangement; Rizwan hadn't mentioned it lately,
and I hadn't asked. I couldn't even remember the last time I had
looked out my window, I almost always keep my shades down. So that
night, just for the hell of it, I pulled up my shades.
Rizwan's curtains were open and his lights were on. He was with a
girl. They were both naked. He was sitting on his bed and the girl
was sucking his lun.
So Rizwan hadn't forgotten about our windows. But why didn't he say
anything to me? His curtains would be closed if he didn't want me to
watch. Did he want me to discover this on my own? I wondered what he
was up to.
The girl took Rizwan's lun out of her mouth and stood up. That's
when I saw her face - it was Beena, Rizwan's behan.
Holy shit. He was having sex with his behan. And he wanted me to see
I've always considered Beena to be pretty hot; I also considered her
to be off limits, being Rizwan's behan. How's that for irony? She
has long hair, a thin waist, and rather big breasts. She's good
friends with my behan Rehana. I wondered if Rehana knew anything
about this. I wondered how long it had been going on. I wondered
why, dammit, why was he having sex with his behan? It was completely
Beena climbed onto the bed, on her elbows and knees, her ass in the
air. She was looking at the window, her face resting against the
mattress, almost looking straight at me, but my room was dark, she
couldn't see me. Rizwan stood up behind her and slowly eased his lun
into her pussy. Beena closed her eyes and arched her back, her mumay
brushing against the sheets.
"What are you doing?"
I jumped. It was Rehana, standing in my doorway. I had forgotten to
close my door.
"Uhh," I said, like an idiot. My behan must have passed my room on
her way from the bathroom; she was wearing a long shirt, ready for
"What are you watching?" she asked, walking into my room.
I should have pulled down the shades then. I could have easily
pulled them down before my behan saw anything. I didn't. I'm not
Rehana stood next to me by the window. "Oh, it's Rizwan," she said,
not impressed. "He's such a handsome." She laughed and poked me in
the shoulder. "He opens his curtains so you can watch? That is so
sick!" Then she looked closer. "Wait - that's Beena! He's chodinghis
"Sshhh," I said, but there was no way our parents could hear us;
their bedroom was downstairs on the other side of the house.
"What the hell are they doing?" she said. "How can they do that?"
I shrugged in the dark. "I don't know."
"How long has this been going on?"
"I don't know! This is the first time I've seen them do it," I said.
"It's disgusting," she said. But she didn't leave; she just stood
beside me, watching.
Rizwan was getting into a rhythm, one foot on the bed, the other on
the floor, pausing before each thrust, his lun nudging against her
pussy, then sliding it in, burying his lun, and then slowly inching
it out. Beena gripped the side of the bed, throwing her head back
with each stroke, her body shuddering, looking like she was holding
back a scream as her brother slowly fucked her.
"How can they do that?" Rehana said quietly.
Rizwan suddenly pulled out and flipped Beena onto her back. She
smiled as Rizwan stretched himself over her and kissed her. He
kissed Beena's breasts, holding them in his hands, squeezing them
together. She wrapped her legs around Rizwan's back as he sucked her
"It's so sick," my behan said.
Rizwan sat up, his hands on Beena's knees, holding her legs open. He
said something to her, his lun bobbing over her pussy. Beena had a
blush that was creeping down her chest. Rizwan kept talking to her,
pushing her legs wider, running his fingers along the inside of her
thighs. Beena answered him, nodding her head, biting her lip.
Finally Rizwan stuck his lun into her pussy. Beena opened her mouth
wide; Rizwan clamped his hand over her mouth, stifling her scream,
and he didn't miss a beat, his hips thrusting faster and harder than
"I suppose this is turning you on," my behan said. I looked at her
in the dim light;
Everything suddenly clicked into focus.
I was standing beside my behan. I was wearing only my shalwar. She
was wearing shalwar kamiz We were watching a brother and behan
having sex. And my behan was touching her jism with mine.
My cute behan, her face lit by the glow next door, her body inches
away from me. My garam behan, , excited by what she was seeing.
I knew what was going to happen. Was this what she wanted? Was this
what I wanted? I felt like it was all out of my control.
She leaned against me. I could feel the heat coming off her body.
Her eyes never left the window. I put my arm around her waist. She
melted against me, both of us facing the window, She rubbed her body
against the hard lun in my shalwar.
"Look at Beena," Rehana whispered. Beena had her legs wide, her arms
over her head as Rizwan humped her. "Look at how much she likes it."
Beena was thrashing under Rizwan's body, a look of wild pleasure on
her face. "She's such a kangri."
I slid my hand on her choot and pressed down. She moaned, her body
shaking. I open her nara and her shalwar fell down I was rubbing her
choot , I could feel how wet she was i took off her kamiz. I cupped
one of her breasts. She leaned back into me. Her body was so warm.
She reached into my shalwar. I felt her hand wrap around my lun. I
slipped my hand into her phudi. My fingers circled her pussy as she
stroked my lun.
"Maybe she's always wanted to fuck her brother," my behan said.
Rehana leaned forward, put her elbows on the window sill. I dropped
my shalwar. She spread her legs. I had to lift her off the floor to
reach her pussy. She propped her knee on the dresser next to the
window. I held her other leg. She was spread wide open, suspended
over the floor. Her whole body was vibrating. I slid my lun into her
She was tight and wet. Finely I sank my lun all the way in my
behan`s kanwar choot, filling her pussy. It felt incredible, my lun
throbbing in my behan's pussy, my hands holding her body. Rehana was
breathing hard, fogging up the window, but I could still see out, I
could see Rizwan choding his behan. He was going fast, pounding into
Beena; I was going slow, I fucked Rehana gently, with long smooth
strokes, her pussy squeezing my lun. Suddenly Rizwan sat up, his lun
in his fist; he came all over Beena, spraying her breasts and her
gasping face. I went on, thrusting into my behan, going a little
faster now, rocking her against the window. I watched Rizwan and
Beena; she was licking come from her face, he was feeding it to her
with his fingers. The pressure was building, I was going faster,
Rehana was moaning, she was getting hotter, wetter, and I couldn't
last much longer. I saw Rizwan get up and walk to his door; he
peered out his window, as if he was checking up on me, then he
turned off his lights. The darkness hit us and I exploded, I pulled
out of Rehana and shot my load, my lun pumping over her back.
Rehana's hand flew to her pussy, bringing herself off, and I put my
hand to her pussy too, our fingers slipping over each other, her
pussy overflowing, her body squirming in my arms, a scream in her
throat, until it was finally over, and she settled down, relaxed.
I set Rehana down on the floor. She was panting, still bent over
against the window. I took an old shirt of mine from the floor and
wiped off her back. Her breathing slowed. She gathered her shirt and
panties and stood up.
"This never happened," she said, her back to me. "Just...never
mention it, ok?" She walked halfway to the door, then stopped and
walked back. She stood in front of me in the dark, touched my face,
and lightly kissed me. "It was pretty good though," she whispered,
and she left.
It was a long night. I replayed what happened over and over in my
head, but I couldn't understand it. I had to agree with Rehana - it
was pretty good. But what had we done? Was it a huge mistake? How
would this work out? I didn't know how things would go from here. I
figured I would just have to talk to Rizwan.
The next morning Rehana wouldn't even look at me; she quickly
finished her breakfast and left early for collage. I had some time
before I had to leave for work, so I waited for Rizwan outside his
house. He acted normal as he came out; I acted normal as I greeted
him. Everything was perfectly normal - except for the bizarre secret
that both of us held.
Rizwan washing his car that morning. I hung out with him , looking
around, making sure nobody could hear us. I was also trying to
decide what to say. Finally I just blurted out a question.
"How long have you been chodingyour behan?"
"Aha!" he said, pointing his finger at me and grinning. "You finally
saw us. Took you long enough. We've been doing it for a week or so."
"And you wanted me to see it?"
Rizwan laughed. "Why not? I told Beena that you're the only one who
can see in my window. She gets really excited thinking you might be
"But why are you having sex with your behan? How did it start?"
"I don't know - it just happened. We were home alone one night. One
thing led to another. And man, let me tell you, it's the best sex
I've ever had."
I sighed; I knew what he meant.
"Hey, don't tell me you don't approve," Rizwan said,
misunderstanding my reaction. "We're just having fun. It might be
immoral, but that's a lot of bullshit anyway. There's nothing wrong
with what we're doing."
"I just don't know what to think," I told him.
He shrugged and went back to working on his car.
"My behan saw you too," I finally said.
"No way! What did she say?"
"It wasn't so much what she said." And I told him about last night.
""It wasn't my idea. It was Rehana's. I think."
"How was it? Was it good?"
I thought about last night, as I held her off the floor, as I
slipped my lun inside her, as I made love to my behan. "It was
unbelievable," I said.
"Oh man, I have to tell Beena."
"No, no, no, no," I said. "No way. Rehana will kill me."
"Hey - don't worry. Whatever she said last night, she'll want to do
it again. She'll be back in your room tonight, I'm sure of it. Have
your lights on and your shades up. Tell her that you told me all
about it, and that I told Beena, and that we're watching from our
window. You'll see - she'll be all over you."
It was all true, everything he said - how does he know these things?
I didn't see Rehana that afternoon, and she avoided me all evening;
later that night she slipped into my bedroom. I was sitting on my
bed with the lights on; she saw the shades up in the window, and she
understood. She closed her eyes for a moment, leaning against my
door; then she took off her kamiz and shalwar. She was completely
nangi. She was so beautiful. She came up to me and sat in my lap,
"Let them watch," she said in my ear.
We kissed, our first real kiss. She worked off my shalwar kamiz as
our tongues slid together. I leaned back as she lowered herself onto
my lun. She rode me, her hands against my chest, bouncing up and
down on my bed. I touched her stomach, her breasts, her face, amazed
by my behan, wondering why I had never noticed how truly beautiful
she was. She never looked at the window while we were doing it; I
looked at it once, but I could only see my reflection, and the
reflection of my behan on top of me. We were in our own world, a
timeless world, her body endlessly moving over mine. Eventually she
started coming, started squealing, started bouncing faster, and I
tried to hold on, my lun sliding in and out of her gushing pussy,
holding back until she was finished, but it went on and on, she was
coming over and over. Just when I couldn't take any more she jumped
off me, put her lips around my lun; I came immediately, flooding her
mouth, her tongue milking me, draining me, and she swallowed every
drop. I rolled my behan onto her back and opened her legs, licking
the juices from her pussy. She whimpered as she came once more.
"This is really strange, isn't it?" I asked her afterwards. We were
lying on my bed; the lights were still on, I was too tired to get up.
"Yeah, you could say that," Rehana answered. "I had a long talk with
Beena today. She kept telling me there's nothing wrong with what
we're doing. I'm sure that's what her brother told her." She turned
to me and said, "I swear, Rizwan is a bad influence on some people."
Some nights it's Rizwan and Beena with their lights on, other nights
it's Rehana and me. It's been going on like that for some time now.
The sex has been incredible, but I'm still not sure how things will
work out. I mean, what about the future? We can't keep doing this
forever. I don't know - maybe Rizwan will think of something.
Hi I am an 58 year old Pakistani American living in Waco, Texas. I have been born and lived all my life in America. My grandfather came from Pakistan so I am third generation Pakistani American. I have been to Pakistan few times. Like my father I married a Pakistani girl who has born and raised in America also.
Since we both lived in America all of our life. That’s why we are very open about sex. Believe it or not, this is true story, and if you're offended, don't read any further. This story shows how a liberated sexual mind can give such satisfaction, without any harm.
I have three children first two boys and then one girl . My both sons are married and living with their wife’s in other states. My daughter Mahreen lives with us.
I seemed to have been watching Mahreen all my life. Watching her as a baby, watching her as she grew up, watching her through her school years...and now, incredibly, watching her as a woman.
Like a average American girl Mahreen found a Pakistani boy friend in her collage. I was so mad about it but I could not do any thing about it. Because she was an adult person .
Even thought I tried all my best to stop her seeing this guy, but she never listen to me .So finely When she threatened me that she will run away with this guy if I don’t stop bothering her, I gave up.
Mahreen is my beautiful daughter. Recently turned 22, of average height, dark hair and slim. Over the years, I slowly discovered that the way that I looked at her had changed – she had developed from a girl into a woman, and I was looking at her as a woman. The fact that she was my daughter, to my shame, only added to the illicit thrill. One weekend, as we were lazing in the lounge, Mahreen was laying on her front on the floor watching TV, and I noticed that her low cut trousers were revealing the bare skin of her lower back and also the top of her panties. They were clearly a thong, of lacy black material...my cock swelled slightly as I stared, safe in the knowledge that Mahreen wouldn't be able to see from her position. What I didn't consider, though, was my wife, Fozia – it was only when she coughed that I looked up, embarrassed and guilty. But instead of the angry look that I expected, Fozia smiled at me, pointed at Mahreen's exposure, and winked. Not knowing what to do, I just carried on watching TV.
In bed that night, Fozia reached for my cock and gently manipulated it until it was hard and erect. I was enjoying the sensation, until Fozia said "I think our daughter is turning into a slut, showing her knickers off to her Dad". I froze, but Fozia's hand continued to jack my cock, more insistently now. "I saw you looking babe, no point in denying it".
"I- I'm sorry,", I started, but Fozia cut in. "Don't worry about it. Men your age often look at young girls, and I'd rather you looked at your own daughter than some other slut. But if you ever touch her I'd kill you, but you may as well enjoy looking at her..." I gasped as Fozia ducked under the covers and licked the length of my cock. "You can think of her now, if you like. Imagine what she gets up to with Mahmood," (Mahmood was Mahreen’s boyfriend). With that, my liberated wife mouthed off on my cock until I came, hard, picturing my daughter doing the same thing. Over the next few weeks, things continued in the same vein. I was careful never to initiate anything, but my wife would provide me with regular 'entertainment' – one time when Mahreen was wearing a low cut top and leaning forward, I got a great view of her breasts while Fozia kept her talking, and on another occasion Fozia showed me a pair of Mahreen's panties, a navy-blue thong, with distinct stains on it. Our sex life got more excited, with Fozia seemingly enjoying our activities as well, as many was the time that she would jack or suck me off, whispering in my ear disgusting images of our daughter naked, or performing lewd sex acts with her boyfriend.
I guess it had to lead to something more, and one weekend that 'something' occurred. Mahreen had been out clubbing on a Saturday evening, and Fozia had kept me at a state of arousal all evening, reminding me of the tight top and miniskirt that Mahreen had worn that night, or suggesting that Mahreen was probably on all fours at that very moment, taking cock. It was around midnight when Mahreen came home, clearly drunk, and she stumbled up to bed. Fozia and I stayed downstairs for a while, we watched tv, before going up to bed. I was just about ready to get into bed, looking forward to some action, when Fozia came in with a glint in her eye. "come with me," she said, taking me by the hand and asking me to keep quiet.
Fozia led me to Mahreen's bedroom, and the sight that I got will live with me for the rest of my life. Mahreen had clearly just wanted to go to bed and sleep off the drink, and the trail of her sexy clothes led to the bed – where she lay, naked. For what seemed like and endless moment, I just stared at my daughter – her jawan jism , and her young breasts, seemingly so big against her slim frame. Before I had fully taken in the situation, Fozia whispered "here, sniff these," handing me the pretty pink panty that Mahreen had been wearing that night. This was the furthest that Fozia and I had ever been in our new sexual world, but my hesitation was only minimal before I raised my daughter's used panty to my face and inhaled the intoxicating mixture of piss, sweat and feminine cunt musk. My cock was already rock hard, and then Fozia took it further. Mahreen was sprawled on her bed, deep in sleep, one leg straight and the other bent, and before my disbelieving eyes my wife took my daughter's leg and slowly, carefully, pushed it away from the other. My cock jerked as I drank in the sight of Mahreen's naked shaved choot, with the pink lips clearly exposed. Her voice husky, either with whispering or with desire, Fozia muttered "go ahead darling, take a closer look," and gently pushed me towards the bed. Almost in a trance, I dropped my daughter's panty and bent towards her parted legs.
As I stared at her bare choot, I felt my wife's hand reach into my underwear and grasp my cock. "Smell it," Fozia whispered, as she started to jerk my cock. Moving even closer, I inhaled deeply, and the smell was pure choot musk, the illicit scent of one's own daughter. I was close to cumming, too close, and moved my head from between my daughter's legs to stare at her face and breasts. I was close enough to feel Mahreen's breath on my face . Fozia was relentless in her stimulation of my cock, and for a moment I worried about spraying out my cum over Mahreen's body and waking her, but then I felt my wife's mouth engulf my hard lora. I didn't hold back – staring at my daughter's face and big exposed breasts, still with the scent of her cunt in my nostrils, I imagined that it was her sucking me off as I exploded in my wife's mouth.
After that occasion, things never seemed to reach the same pitch of excitement. My wife would still occasionally tell me that it was OK to think of my daughter whilst we fucked or she brought me off, but nothing could compare to that crazy night. A few months later, Mahreen married and went to live with her husband, but the experience and excitement will live with me forever.
This story is absolutely true. It refers to actual incidents which happened few months ago. My name is Muneer Jan Khan and I am 40 years old. I am orignelly from Peshwar but now I am posted at Rawalpindi.I work in a govt office.I was at home one day when the phone rang and it was my mother-in-law who wanted to speak with my wife. When they finished, my wife, very upset, told me that she had to fly to her hometown Quetta to take care of a family matter. The next morning I drove her to the airport and she promised she would be back in no more than few weeks. When I went to work, Ayesha, my sister, had left me a message to call her back. I did and she told me that her her husband who was in Pakistan army was gone two week ago to kasmir area for duty . Her 12-year-old daughter was already at our parents' and she only had her 9-month-old son with her.she told me she felt a bit lonely I told her that my wife had left already to her parents home also I don’t have any body to cook so I will be staying with her for few weeks , and I wouldn't mind going to keep her company. She agreed and I said I would be there on tonight . Later that eyeining As I was driving to as I was driving to Ayesha's city (Rawat,a small city on G.T. road near Rosalinda ) my childhood memories came in to my mind...
When we were kids we had fooled around a lot and experimented with some sex We had never had actual chudie, . We used to play a game called doctor . Our favorite position was my behan lying down, me fingering her choot. She loved it when my finger was buried deep up inside her wet phudi. Even then ayesha had really big and heavy mymays, a lot bigger and heavier than most girls her age although she was never overweight. . I was thinking all these as I was driving and my lun was getting hard ! I thought, who knows, maybe I 'd get my chance now, the one I had been expecting for years, to actually fuck my saghi behan!!
Now, years later, Ayesha is 36 years old. When I arrived at my sister's home I saw her after a long time she was wearing a tight Shalwar kamiz which was clinging to her jism. The clothing outlined clearly the mottay mummy in her shalwar kamiz as I stared at her.
My sister's mummy was even bigger and I would love to feel them and suck them again!!!Ayesha greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek I press her jims hard in my arms and her mottay mummy crushed in my chest. My Lora was hard in my shalwar also I kew Ayesha had felt my hard lun .She gave me a smile and came out of my arms .later that day she went out to get some things from parrosi . She told me to make myself at home and to pour some tea. When she went out I had an idea: I went to her dresser and opened the drawer to check her bras: 42D!!! Wow, amazing! Then I checked her panties. I found some and I brought them to my face to smell her choot smell. I put them back and went for some tea just as she was coming back in.
I spent few days at her home she was happy to have my company there because her husband was not home .During my stay all that time I could feel my Lora was hard just looking at my behan. We were talking and giggling a lot we were having a very good time.
One day I went to the living room, Ayesha was sitting in room and was breast feeding her son she took out her muma and brought her nipple to her son. Ayesha lifted her heavy breast to position it better and a thin white liquid squirted in the air from the top of her s nipple. I was fascinated.I try to walk away thinking it is not right for me to look at ,my behan but my feet will not move.I kept looking at my behan's expose heavy, swollen brown mumays. The nipples were brown, and dripping with milk.
While breast feeding Ayesha looked out side she saw me looking toward her mumay.she looked in my eyes and saw an "aag" in my eyes. She got embarrassed She felt so much sharam that her bhai is "Tarna' her mumays Ayesha finish feeding in a hurry and put her kamiz over her mumays,then I entered the room .
That night I could not sleep at all whole night i was sucking milk from Ayesha’s mottay mumays..i wanted to chode Ayesha so badly...
Then it start happing every day,when ever she was breast feed her son I always steared at her mumays.At first she felt uncomfortable cause it was me her bahi who was looking at her breasts but then I noticed that she start exposing them more for me I always notice that she also looked at my shalwar which was making a tant infront of me This thing lasted for a while,I never tried to do any thing else with her even though .I wanted to touch her mumays and choos them but I did not try
Then one night I got the midnight it was so hot I was sweeting and decided to go downstairs I headed for the refrigerator. Ayesha’s room is the last door before the kitchen, and as I moved down the hallway, I noticed her door was open a couple of inches, and the light was on. Out of curiosity, I stopped and looked in. Wow! I couldn't believe it!
I was paralyzed. I'd never seen anything like this before Ayesha just came out from bath room she was wraping a towel around her ..she went to her bed and sat down on it She took her towel off and I got my first real good look at her, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Running her hands under her mottay mumay giving them a shake Her hands ran down her sides to her hips, then she turned around and looked at her motti gaand .then she realy surprised me.Ayesha lay on the bed and Her hand went to her choot and she spread her choot lips open with her fingertips.
Wow! That really turned me on, and I grabbed my rock-hard lora and began to rub it, imagining what it would be like to put my motta lora in her choot hole. As I watched,
I lowered my shalwar and with my right hand I pulled out my swollen lora, slowly start rubing my lun . , Ayesha kept working closer and closer to her shaved choot. She was breathing harder and harder,
Ayesha just kept on stroking her choot and I just kept on staring and rubbing my lora
She played with her choot , sliding her finger inside her phudi as her eyes closed . her legs open wide to let her hand between her thighs. I saw her take a deep breath as her finger entered her choot , she worked it around a few minutes,
Her other hand went to her mumay gently squeezing it, She had huge, high mumyas with dark brown nipples , . her nipples were big - Then she grasped the nipple between her fingertips and pulled on it, her mouth opening slightly as she did. My mouth fell open watching her do this to herself.
I got a perfect view right up between her legs, where all the action was going on. She was making all sort of moans but all in whispers She started saying "Ooooohhh, Oooohhh, O Amir O amir "
She was choding her self while thinking about her husband I could not hold any longer . I thought "it was now or never I have to chode my behan tonight!!!". Slowly i opened her bed room door and went in. She rolled her head to the door and her eyes went wide,
she looked at me naga and tried to cover her self with towel but i grab the towel and throw it away from her jism... Muneer ya kiya kar rahy ho mujay towel do she asked me with anger.
I replied “ who hia jo tum chati ho, jaan aaj main or tum dono nangay rahay gay hum dono aik dusaray kay liy taras ray hain aaj hum dono apni apni payas buja latay hain”.
I am going to chode you tonight ayesha
She looked at me with panic in her eyes as she said: "No, Muneer no, it's not right, we are not kids any more, we are both married and we are behan bahi , it’s not right ,but her eyes were looking at my lora as she spoke. I approached her a bit more until my cock was about 2 feet away from her face. "Come on, Ayesha I know you are very garam and you rally need a motta garam lun in your choot right now and I will give u that ans no body will ever know that.
My behan's eyes opened wide and her mouth almost fell to the floor!! She was watching my motta lora my big brown head and my sperm-filled tutay.
I said "Come on, ayesha , tell me, is my lun bigger than your husbands?" tell me "Is it thicker?" "Does your husband suck you choot ?" she did not answer Come on.Ayesha touch your bahi;s big lun, I know you want it a lun in your choot right now , you know I want your choot ever since we were kids.So lets play the game we used to play.
Very slowly , Ayesha extended her hand and her fingers touched my burning lora: I had to grind my teeth and concentrate so I wouldn't come right there! Ayesha 's hand had gripped my lun and was going slowly up and down, masturbating me! She whispered "Oh, God, ya galat hai Muneer " but she didn't stop for a second her face was red with sharm
I grabbed my behan's left muma , it was huge! Ayesha moaned softly as I started massaging her massive, heavy muma, paying special attention to her sensitive nipple. She made a weak effort to push my hand away, but I insisted and she eventually let me massage both her mumays .
I touched her mumays and looked at her, she closed her eyes. I just pressed it and milk started to ooze from it. I slowly put my tongue on her nipple and licked the drop which ozed out. She gave a sound “aaaaaaaaah”I put my mouth on the nipple and started to suck. I began to suck my behan’s swollen nipples. I tasted her sweet milk as it leaked from her erect brown nipples into my mouth. I sucked the other nipple and was also rewarded with a stream of ayesha ’s milk. Ayesha moaned as I sucked her large breasts I slowly kissed down her thighs, spread her legs and dived for her choot :I told her: "Open up, Ayesha
I started licking slowly the delicate area between ayesha legs and her choot and that drove her wild. When my tongue touched her big, wet, brown -hot choot lips and started playing with them she jumped and grabbing my hair with both hands she pulled my face closer until it was literally inside her mooti choot’mari garam behan "Do you want me to stop now ? Say it!" I asked her . "nooooooooo!!", she said Plz meri choot chato na.
My God, ayesha you are so garam , your jism is motta magar sexy !", I whispered My behan 's choot lips were on fire!! Huge, brown -hot and so wet that they were making funny wet noises. I could feel her phudi juices coming down on the bed ! I put two fingers inside Ayesha 's choot and started finger-fucking her,Ayesha bit her lips hard to hold her screams: she started coming uncontrollably shaking , I kept finger-fucking my sister and she had another powerful orgasm. ! My sister was moaning heavily now, coming close to another orgasm. I stopped then and I whispered: "ayesha , tum nay mujay pajal kar diya hai"
I'm going to chode you," I said . I've wanted to chode you for a long, long time. I've dreamed and fantasized about you more times than I care to remember, but I never thought it would happen, but now it will, because I'm going to chode my garam jawan behan until she begs me to stop!
"Oh Muneer , no. It's not right, ," she pleaded Ayesha looked me in the eyes and said: "Please, Muneer , mujay maat chodana !", but I could see that her body was begging me to to chode her choot !
"So you don't want my lora in your choot ?" I teased, rubing my lun back and forth on her garam choot "Are you saying that you don't want me to fuck you?"
"Oh God," Ayesha moaned as she watched my hard lun moving back and forth, Her own choot was dripping juice onto the bed now. Ayesha bit her lip and closed her eyes. Suddenly, she knew that there was no turning back. With a sigh of submission, she opened her legs.
"No mari jaan I said. "mujay bool kar batoo. Tell me you want this. I want to hear you say it
She couldn't take it anymore. "chodo mujay !Aab bardasht nahin ho raha hai please chodoo mujay ,aab dair maat kaaro, my dear dont wait any more,come on chodo mujay Oh fuck me, Muneer Please!"
"That's what I wanted to hear." I reached down and lifted Ayesha ’s legs an put them over my sholder. Slowly i moved my hips forward.
I closed my eyes as my lun moved into Ayesha ’s choot I had waited for years to do this. Her choot was as tight and warm . Ayesha aslo couldn't wait any longer. She reached forward and grabbed my hips and pulled, forcing me lun deep into her payasi choot "Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned
"Oh God, mari jaan ayesha , your phudi is so nice tight and garam ," I whispered
I looked deep inside my behan’s eyes and my face approached hers. Our lips met and my tongue slipped inside my sister's mouth for the first time ever. We started kissing like lovers while our hands were exploring each other's body.
Now there was no holding back. We were lovers. My lora thrust down into her choot as hard as I could, I leaned down and hungrily sucked her nipple into my mouth.
"Ohhhhhhh, My, Muneer mari jaan ,I waited for your lun for so long please give it to me.OHHH CHODO MUJAY.MARI CHOOT AJ SAY TUMARI HAIÃ
I sucked her motay lambay nipple, I grabbed hold of her breast and roughly massaged it as I continued to grind my lun into her
I relpied,HAAN MARI JAAN AYESHA TUMARI CHOOT AB MARI HAI,MAIRA LUN BE AB SIRF TUMRA HAI,
I entered deep into her My lora began to thrust inside her, back and forth, first slowly and then vigorously. She too began to move her hips along with me Ayesha humped back and shoved my cock up her phudi I bent over and caught hold her nipple between my lips. . I sucked and pulled the nipple from the flopping muma .
I ran my hands down Ayesha back as I worked my cock faster into her tight pussy
Her mumays bounced up and down with every up-thrust of my dick. 'OH MY GOD! IT'S SOOO BIG!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!Apnna bada land meri choot me zoor se aander bahar karo. Mera doodh piyo. Chooddoooooddoo ohh aiihaaa. Zoor se ghusedo ohhhh Muneer
My hands had gripped her mumay once again and with every thrust my lora would almost hit her womb Ayesha was screaming with pleasure until she came with multiple orgasms. Then I started coming: my lora pumped load of my child seed deep inside my behan;s choot . .I stayed inside her for a few minutes while we both tried to catch our breath Then we went to sleep. The next morning I woke up late and, ayesha had woke up before me and was in kitchen, I also went to the kitchen totally nanga . Ayesha was making breakfast with her back turned to me. I said salam alikum She said walikum salam but didn't turn around. I went behind her and I lined up my already rock-hard lun with her gand : I put my arms around her, grabbed both her mumays over the kamiz she was wearing and put my lun in between her ass ckeeks! She tried to pull away: "No, Muneer please, stop it, God, this is so wrong, we already made a big mistake last night!", but I wasn't listening. My mouth found her smooth neck and started kissing it while I was trying to take off her kamiz , letting it fall to the floor. My sister just stood there, completely naked, while I was fondling her big breasts. ; then I turned Ayesha around to face me. I looked deep inside her eyes and my face approached hers. Our lips met and my tongue slipped inside my sister's . We started kissing like lovers while our hands were exploring each other's body. "Do you want me to chode you again, mari behan ? Say it!" I asked her in her ear, biting it, whispering. "haan !!", she said, and this time her hand found my motta lora and guided it between the soft, tender folds of her pussy. I pushed her against the sink and my motta lun got buried deep inside my sister's choot . She sighed with pleasure as we made wild, passionate love once again. I was fucking Ayesha, kissing her and my hands never left those mottay mumays. Finally she came with a long, loud scream and I pulled out: "Come on, baby, kneel down and take your baray bahi’s lun in your mouth", I said. She did and for the first time ever my behan was giving me a blowjob! I guided my lun inside her mouth while she had started fondling her own breasts Oh, God, this was heaven!! Ayesha's mouth was making wet slurpy noises as she sucked my lun . I was holding her head with both hands, moving it back and forth in rhythm with her motion, caressing her hair as well. I didn't las long: soon my lun erupted like a volcano, spilling hot sperm like lava, filling my behan 's mouth. Some of my cum landed on her humongous breasts. When we caught our breath back we had breakfast and then we were ready to start again. This time we used a new position : I was lying down on my back and Ayesha was lying on top of me When we were kids my lun was ususally between her thighs or over her choot , but this time my lun was inside my behan‘s choot! My hands had gripped her mumays once again and with every thrust my cock would almost hit her womb. Ayesha was screaming with pleasure until she came with multiple orgasms. Then I started coming: my cock pumped one more load of my seed deep inside my sister. When I finished I stayed there stroking Ayeshas body. I thought about fucking her asshole, but I decided to save that for later. Then the phone rang; Ayesha managed to get up, fully naked and with come all over her body, and answered it. It was her husband. I creeped up behind her and as she was talking to him my lun was between her buttocks and my hands on her mumays again. She tried to push me away, but I wouldn't go. Then she gave up and just stood there talking on the phone as I was touching her jism . Then my cell phone rang. I quickly ran to the other room to answer it: it was my wife. She asked where I was since she called home and there was no answer. I told her what happened - I mean, that I had to come to Ayesha's house, not the rest! - and she agreed. She would be back in few days. Then the baby started crying and my sister had to go and check it out. Later we had lunch with Ayesha. She was quiet and I could tell that after her husband calling guilt and remorse had replaced the lust and pleasure she was feeling before. I wasn't feeling very comfortable either with my wife's call but I still had a massive hard-on with my sister's name on it just the same!! I got up and went to the fridge to get some water. On the way back I stopped behind my sister and my hands found her shoulders. Ayesha jumped but I told her to relax. I gave her a massage all over her neck, shoulders and spine. She had started melting when I stopped and picked her up in my arms. My mouth found hers and we were kissing as I took her to the bedroom. I put her down on the bed and very slowly undressed her despite her weak efforts to protest and stop me. Then we made love until late in the afternoon. We fucked whole night and then slept in each others arms like husband and wife.
I stayed there few more days and we chode like couples on honeymoon. She did get pregnant with my child later on.
Hi every one. My name is Aneela and it’s my true story. I was just into my 22nd year of life, and my final year of College when I got married to Salman. Salman was the son of my father’s best friend uncle khursheed but I never saw him as they moved to America a long time ago when I was just 2 or 3 years old. Last year uncle Khursheed came to Pakistan and after seeing me, he immediately told my father that he wanted my hand for his younger son Salman. Uncle Khursheed has only 2 sons, elder one is Kamran who was already married and lived with his beautiful Arab American wife Laila with no kids. After some formal family discussions, my parents told them “YES” and they all came to Pakistan after 6 months for my wedding. I saw Salman first time at a dinner party with his family a week before my wedding, and you could say he swept me off my feet or swept into my life like a tornado or knocked me for a loop, or any of those corny things, because it was absolutely true. He was really a gentleman and an extremely good looking educated guy, I was totally and completely overwhelmed after seeing him and so within few days, I became Mrs. Salman. I didn’t know much about sex before and never knew that it would be that much pleasurable and sensational. After the wedding party, me and Salman moved to a nice 5 star hotel where a suite was already booked for our wedding night. As I forget to tell you that I was grown up in Hyderabad, a less modern city of Pakistan as compare to other big cities and my parents were very strict and conservative, I was totally inexperienced, Salman literally blew me away with his charm, his wit, his good looks and his incredible sensuality.
Very first night with him in bed was more then anything, and it was sex like I'd never even imagine before, wild and uninhibited, yet caring and loving. We seemed to compliment each other, in fact we seemed to be made for each other, and we made love all night long and well into the next day. I discovered aspects of myself and my own sexuality that I didn't know existed, it was like I suddenly came alive. Within two weeks we were enjoying our wedding together, and then he left for America with a promise that he would try to arrange my visa as quick as possible. And he did, within 2 months; I was with him at his well furnished apartment in New York.
Salman was a computer programmer and graphic designer, and quite a high flyer in the company he worked for, so when they expanded their operation and needed someone to set up the new offices down in Mexico, Salman was asked to take on the task. We talked long and hard about how to manage the situation, Salman would only be away for two months, so there wasn't much point in me accompanying him, particularly as he would be working incredible hours and I wouldn't get to see him much. He didn't like the idea of me staying alone in our apartment, so suggested that I spend the two months either with his parents or with his elder brother Kamran bhai and his wife Laila.
Well, there was no way I wanted to go to the small town of Connecticut and have to put up with his mother and father's pure Pakistani ideas and restrictions as I became quite addicted to the open American society, so I agreed to go and spend the time with my brother in law’s family. Kamran bhai was 8 years elder then my husband Salman and around 38 years old, his wife Laila was around 32. They were absolutely delighted when Salman rang them and insisted on coming to pick me up the day he flew out, and driving me all the way to their home - some 5 hours away.
Naturally I was upset at being separated from Salman after only a few months of marriage, so on the day Salman left I was quite emotional when they arrived at the apartment to pick me up. Laila immediately wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug, holding me for an absolute age as I wept a little on her shoulder, and when she let go and went to make a cup of coffee I was surprised to find my brother in law, Kamran bhai, take her place and wrap his arms around me and hold me tight. But it felt so good having strong arms around me and for a moment I actually forgot it wasn't Salman and started to respond, pressing my body against him and squirming, I was even in the process of lifting my face to receive his kiss when I realized who I was with and pulled back very red faced and flustered. Kamran bhai didn't seem to notice, or didn't seem to mind, as he smiled at me and took my hands and led me to the kitchen. His smile was amazingly similar to Salman's and my heart actually leapt as he beamed at me.
Well, after a coffee to settle us all down I collected my luggage and Kamran bhai put them in the boot of the car and off we drove. It was a delightful drive, the scenery was fantastic and Kamran bhai and Laila were incredibly witty companions, and before I knew it I was laughing and joking along with them, my depression lifting, my thoughts of Salman settling into a warm glow, after all I did have part 2 of him right here in the car with me. I glanced occasionally at Kamran bhai, seeing the similarities in the way he moved his head, or the way he phased certain words, or the way he laughed, and I had to admit he was a very handsome man for his age. I mean he wasn't old, having just turned 38, and he was very sophisticated, and I smiled as I thought "That's just how Salman will look at that age, Mmmmm, nice"
Laila was a couple of years older then my husband Salman at 32, but only looked in her early to mid twenty's, she was slim and tall and quite, quite beautiful with typical Arabic looks, and obviously took good care of herself. In fact she told me that she worked out at least three times a week, and was quite proud that she still fitted the clothes she had when her and Kamran bhai got married. Kamran bhai looked over at her when she said that and grinned "Yup" he said, "And she still looks just as good out of them too!"
"Hay Kamran!!" exclaimed Laila, "Now you stop that, what will Aneela think of us"
He looked at me through the driving mirror and grinned, "Well I think she'll think I'm a very lucky man, just as I think Salman's a lucky man too!" he said, and I felt myself flushing with embarrassment - mixed with pleasure. I heard Laila chuckle and saw her glance over her shoulder at me.
"Don't take any notice of him Aneela, he's just a great big flirt" she said, laughingly, then gripped his arm and hugged it, "And I love him for it".
The rest of the journey passed so quickly, as things always seem to do when you're really enjoying yourself, and then we were at their house and unloading my luggage and carrying it inside. It was a beautiful house, quite large with a beautiful garden surrounding an in ground pool, and they allocated me Salman's old room, "Just to make you feel more at home" Laila said with a wink.
That first night we had dinner and sat around chatting and watching a bit of TV, before wandering off to bed quite early, after all it had been a long emotional day. I was surprised to find that I went off to sleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, and slept very late the next day, so late that Kamran bhai and Laila had already had their breakfast and were both lounging around by the pool in the sunshine. I stood for a moment in the kitchen looking out at them before announcing my presence, Laila had just climbed from the pool and was squeezing the water from her hair, her arms up high, lifting and showing off to perfection her beautiful ripe breasts, and I felt a slight envy, knowing mine were not as large. Then Kamran bhai climbed from the pool, the water streaming from his lean, bronzed body, and I couldn't help but let my eyes run up and down over him, amazed at how similar he was to Salman, even down to the almost indecently brief bathers that showed off his large bulge.
I shook my head, trying to get the image of Salman out of my mind, telling myself that it wasn't him I was looking at, but my tongue still rolled across my lips as I looked at that bulge, and I felt the wetness start to creep between my legs. Then he slipped up behind Laila and slid his hands around to cup and fondle her breasts, and even through the window I heard her soft moan as her body reacted, moving back and rubbing against him. For a long moment I was frozen there, watching them stroke and fondle each other, feeling myself becoming more and more turned on, and I realized I had to get away, had to stop feeling like this, "Oh Salman, where are you" I moaned quietly to myself as my hand slid down and brushed over my sopping wet choot. Then I shuddered, and that seemed to wake me from my dream and I dashed from the kitchen into the shower and put the cold water on full blast.
When I finally emerged from the bathroom, reasonably composed, they were both in the kitchen, and fussed over me like a long lost child, making me sit while they made breakfast - although it was fast approaching lunch time. Fortunately both had put on robes, so I was spared the arousing sight of their almost naked bodies, and got through breakfast without any disasters, but occasionally I'd catch one or the other of them glancing sideways at me, and I wondered if they knew I'd been watching, if I'd made any noise when I rushed out, but their glances were always tinged with a smile, and their conversation was every bit as happy and witty as it had been in the car.
That afternoon Laila decided to take me shopping, show me around and, when we met up with some of her exercise friends, to show me off too. Kamran bhai stayed at home and did some odd jobs, then watched a little sport. Most of our shopping was of the window variety, but Laila did insist on buying me a dress that I literally drooled over in one of the fashion shops. As soon as I saw it I knew that my husband Salman would love it, or should I say love me in it. It was deep blue in color, which matched my eyes, it had a low cut front and a hem that barely covered my crotch and seemed to fit my skin like a glove. When I emerged from the change rooms to show Laila, her eyes widened and she let out a piercing whistle that sent me scuttling back in with embarrassment, only to re-emerge laughing a few moments later to parade it in front of her. It felt wicked, that's why I knew Salman would like it, but I was still surprised when Laila came up behind me as I looked at it in the mirror, and whispered, "That is the horniest dress I've ever seen, it suits you perfectly, I'm so glad you didn't wear a bra with it"
I looked down and saw that my nipples were standing out fiercely through the material, and I felt myself flush again, then I giggled "I couldn't get my bra on under it" I whispered back.
"Mmmm, so glad" Laila said, "That will knock all the menfolk dead"
"Oh... but I only want to knock Salman dead" I said, flushing again.
"I know, dear, I know" she said, "But perhaps we'd better try it out on Kamran first, he and Salman always had amazingly similar tastes"
A shiver ran through me as I had the sudden vision of parading in front of my elder brother in law Kamran bhai dressed like this, and I rushed off to the change room before Laila could notice how my nipples had hardened even more with that thought.
We arrived home late, to find that Kamran bhai had already prepared dinner, a light salad meal with soft drinks. "Oh, Asif and Sumera rang" he said, "But I told them that we had a special visitor and wouldn't make it tonight"
"Oh no!" I cried, 'I don't want to interfere with your plans, I'll be fine on my own, honestly"
Laila looked across at Kamran bhai and grinned, " We usually see Asif and Sumera every Saturday night, they are our best friends, so it might be a good thing to have a slight break, after all, absence makes the heart grow fonder doesn't it?"
Kamran bhai grinned back, "Oh yes, that's what I thought, a little anticipation might be just the boost they need" he said, and they both laughed.
I looked from one to the other, sensing some undercurrent, but not knowing what it could be.
"Anyway" said Laila, "Aneela has a special surprise for you tonight that I don't think you'd want to miss"
I felt myself go bright scarlet.
Kamran bhai grinned even more widely, "I'm intrigued, something to do with your shopping expedition?" he asked.
"Wait and see" said Laila laughing, then looked at me and winked, "I think we should keep him in suspense as long as possible, don't you?"
I could only nod, I knew my face was deeply flushed and I couldn't help it, I gulped my soft drink and almost ended with a coughing fit, Laila wasn't going to let me get away with it, she really wanted me to parade the dress for her husband, even though she'd virtually acknowledged that it would turn him on, and I knew I couldn't let her down, especially now I knew that they'd given up their usual Saturday get together for me, Worse still, part of me wanted to do it, wanted to parade in that really short, sexy dress with my hard nipples showing through, wanted to see my brother in law Kamran bhai's eyes widen, wanted to see the approval there, the heat there, and as I met Laila's eyes I knew that she knew the thoughts that were flooding through me, and her smile and her nod told me it was ok, she didn't mind. I felt the shiver run through me and tried desperately to concentrate on the food, only half listening as Kamran bhai and Laila carried on with their light, flirty banter.
Then the meal was over and we all helped with the dishes before moving to the lounge to relax for a while. TV was quickly dismissed when there was nothing that any of us really liked, then Kamran bhai got out a couple of videos of Salman growing up and we laughed at his gawky, awkwardness in his pre teen years, and marveled as he filled out to the man I knew and loved. I was amazed to see how Kamran bhai and Laila themselves had changed, there were a couple of shots of them in bathers over the years and my mind immediately went back to what I'd seen earlier in the day, and I felt myself start to become a little aroused again.
Then the videos were over and Kamran bhai put on some rock music and I watched the two of them dance for a while before I was pulled up to join them, finding myself enjoying their musical tastes and their energetic dancing. It was in a rest period between CD's when Kamran bhai was trying to find some special music that Laila whispered to me that this was the perfect time for me to pop off to the bedroom and put on the new dress. I started to argue, but there was such a pleading look on her face, and I remembered they'd given up their evening for me, so I quickly left the room and raced down the corridor and into the bedroom. It didn't take me long to change, I mean there was only clothes to be slipped off and one dress to put on, a dress that looked infinitely smaller to me now as I looked at myself in the mirror than it had done in the shop! Fortunately my husband Salman had bought me some really hot, sexy underwear just after I came to America, so I slipped a pair of the briefest panty imaginable on underneath, and, of course left off my bra, and I was ready. I took one last look in the mirror and saw that my nipples were already jutting out, and I shivered and nearly cancelled out, but I took a deep breath and walked slowly down the corridor.
When I walked into the lounge room, Kamran bhai and Laila were locked in a fierce embrace, their lips locked together in a very passionate kiss, and I started to back out, but Laila must have sensed my presence because she broke away and glanced over at me and smiled brightly. Then she beckoned, and I started forward, "Well, Kamran, what do you think?" she said, and Kamran bhai turned to look at me.
His eyes didn't just widen, they positively bulged and a loud gasp came from his lips, "My god, I knew you were beautiful Aneela, but...but... in that you are absolutely sensational" he said, the admiration rich in his voice. I came to a stop just a few feet away from them feeling incredibly self conscious, yet incredibly proud and incredibly stimulated all at the same time, and Kamran bhai walked slowly around me, letting out short low whistles as he went, and I stared at Laila grinning away just a few feet in front of me.
Then Laila lifted her arms and took hold of my hands, "Let's dance" she said, and started to move and gyrate in front of me. Almost in a daze I followed suit. Letting my body writhe and shimmy inside the skin tight dress, following her actions, leaning back when she leaned back and bending forward as she bent forward, all the time conscious that Kamran bhai was behind me, watching me. Then she half twirled me around and I was facing Kamran bhai, and I could see that he was moving his body to the music too. Music that wasn't too fast or too loud, but wasn't slow either, music that was sensuous, perfect for showing off a beautiful body. When I'd turned our eyes had met instantly and held, but after a few moments I watched his eyes drop slowly down to my breasts, and I found myself arching slightly, thrusting my breasts forward, feeling my nipples swell even more and thrust through the material, and I saw his tongue come out and brush across his lips. Then his eyes went lower, over my stomach and down to where the hem of my dress met my long legs, and I bent my knees slightly allowing them to drift apart, giving him a teasing, titillating view of my brief lace panties, and I heard the sharp intake of breath.
Then with a wicked smile I turned away from him once again, back to face Laila. All the earlier nerves and hesitations were gone now, I was really into the swing of this sensuous dance, so I arched and thrust and dipped for Laila too, seeing her eyes do exactly the same as Kamran's, seeing her lips and tongue do exactly the same as Kamran's, and a new, unexpected fire ignited within me. Then I felt a touch, a light feather touch, and I knew Kamran bhai had brushed his hands across my tight ass cheeks, and a shiver ran through me. I straightened and quickly turned, catching him by surprise, his hands just moving forward to brush against my ass once again, and his face flushed with momentary embarrassment, and his hands hovered in the middle of nowhere. I leaned forward, bending from the waist, giving him a new and more extensive look at my firm breasts, and as I did so I felt hands brushing me once more, brushing over the dress now tight against my ass cheeks, Laila's hands. I gasped with shock, but before I could move, before I could react, Kamran bhai's hovering hands lifted upwards and lightly cupped my breasts, brushing his palms over my swollen nipples and causing me to gasp even louder.
Bending forward had lifted the hem of my dress at the back, and Laila's brief caress must have lifted it even more, because when her hands next brushed over me it was the naked skin of my ass cheeks that she touched, slowly trailing along the line of my panties before slipping down to brush my upper thighs, and I moaned. Kamran bhai lifted one hand and stroked the back of it over the exposed slopes of my breasts, and fire raced through me. Oh god, this was crazy, my in-laws were touching me, stroking me, turning me on, and I was loving it!
Then Laila's hands were around my waist, lifting me and straightening me up, and Kamran bhai was leaning forward and pressing his lips lightly on mine, his tongue sliding sensually into my mouth, and I was responding. Feeling the fire racing through me, feeling the shivers and shudders starting to ripple through my body. Then Laila's hands were on my dress, at the zipper, easing it slowly down all the way to the swell of my ass cheeks, and the material fell away from my body, my high, firm breasts almost bursting out and causing Kamran bhai to gasp and gulp. Then Laila pushed the dress to the floor and with a small whimper I lifted my foot and kicked it aside, and stood there in just my brief lace panties. Kamran bhai wasn't touching me now, he was standing back running his eyes over my almost naked body, and I wasn't trying to hide anything! With a start, I realized I wanted this, I wanted Kamran bhai's eyes on me, I wanted Laila's hands on me, I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life.
Then Laila turned me around to face her, and sucked in her breath at her first sight of my naked breasts, and I loved the look of adoration and lust that came into her eyes. Then with a soft groan she dropped to her knees in front of me and began slowly to peel down my lace panties. I felt Kamran bhai's presence close behind me and his hands slid around to hold me up as Laila lifted my legs to ease the panties off, and I was naked, completely, totally naked in front of other man then my husband. His hands lightly cupped and caressed my breasts once more, and sent another shudder racing through me, but I was watching Laila, as she leaned closer and closer until her face was almost brushing my trimmed pubic hair, and I almost leapt out of my skin as she blew softly on my choot.
God, it was the most erotic sensation I had ever experienced! She wasn't touching me, she was breathing on me, blowing on me, stimulating my choot and my clit like nothing I'd ever known. I found myself lifting my choot towards her mouth, almost begging for the feel of her tongue, and each time she moved back, keeping just out of reach, blowing lightly then more powerfully on my twitching, writhing choot. Kamran bhai was staring down over my shoulder watching Laila, his hands lightly caressing my breasts, rolling the hard nipples between his thumb and finger, and suddenly I realized that I was feeling his skin against my back, somewhere in the last few moments of ecstasy he'd slipped off some of his clothes, in fact, all of his clothes, as I realized when he suddenly pressed forward and I felt his hard shaft against my ass cheeks, grinding slowly into me, rubbing up and down the crevice of my shuddering ass.
Then I felt him dip slightly and his big lund slid between my legs, bumping lightly against Laila's chin, and she looked up and smiled, "Mmmmm Kamran she is so beautiful isn't she, so incredibly sexy, did you like the dress? It turned me on so much when I saw her in it the first time I just knew she had to have it, and I just knew we had to have her", and she cupped her hands around his hard lund and rubbed it lightly up and down my choot lips.
"Oh yes, Laila" Kamran bhai said, hoarsely, "I loved the dress, it excited me so much, and she is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen next to you, and so, so sexy, do you mind that I want her so much?"
"Oh, Kamran, no, I love it, the both of us together, loving this beautiful creature" she said.
For a moment it was as if I wasn't there, as if I didn't exist, this was something between the two of them, and perhaps I should have resented that, but all I could feel were his hands on my breasts, his lund between my legs and her breath on my steaming choot, and I wanted whatever they were prepared to give. At that moment Laila looked up at me and our eyes locked and held for a moment, then with a half sob I reached down and cupped my hands around her face and guided it to my hungry choot, "Oh yes, Please" I whispered, "I want you both so much", and I pushed my choot into her face, screaming wildly as her tongue immediately shafted deep into me, lashing my swollen clit and surging deep between the walls of my fuck hole. And I bucked and shook as the first orgasm exploded within me.
Kamran bhai let go and moved around to sit on the couch directly behind Laila, his hand lightly stroking his rock hard lund, and with almost a mewing sound I leaned over Laila and started to run my tongue up and down his throbbing stem. God it was so beautiful, so hard and firm and hot, and I loved the feel of it and the taste of it as I took it slowly into my mouth, running my tongue around it's head, then sucking it so deep that my lips almost took in his heavy balls, and I heard his half gasp, half scream. Laila's tongue was going wild in my choot and my juices were pouring down onto her face, and I was shaking and shuddering through another orgasm. Then Laila was away from underneath me and, still on her knees was guiding me towards Kamran bhai's throbbing lund, and I was straddling it, and she was taking it in her hand and guiding it to my dripping choot, rubbing the head teasingly up and down my choot lips as I begged and whimpered for it to be inside me.
And then he was! Ramming his lund ball deep into my body, and I screamed with pure delight, loving the feel of his thick lund slamming into me, and Laila was there, kissing me, then sucking on my breasts, and my hands were fondling her breasts too, and as she lifted up I clamped my lips over her nipples too, hearing her scream out with joy. And it was like sexual heaven, my elder brother-in-law's lund raging inside me and my sister-in-law's lips ravishing my breast, my lips and every other part of my body she could reach, and I was cumming, god was I cumming! Over and over and over again, my screams ringing around the room, I was being fucked like never before. I thought my whole body was going to explode or implode, or just dissolve into a stream of hot lava all over Kamran bhai's thrusting lund.
And then with a gigantic roar, Kamran bhai was cumming too, shooting his boiling hot juices into me like a fire hose, filling my womb to overflowing. And Laila was shifting us around, her lips and tongue eagerly scooping up any of Kamran bhai's sperms that oozed from my tiny choot, and there was plenty of it, as Kamran bhai couldn't seem to stop cumming. Over and over and over again he spurted into me, thrusting his big lund deeper and faster, and roaring the whole time, until finally he slumped back totally exhausted.
I slid from his softening lund and slumped to the floor, and Laila followed me, licking and sucking at her husband's cum oozing from my wet choot, and I loved the feel of her tongue, found my body responding anew, But I wanted to taste this arab beauty too, so I switched around and started to do to her what she'd been doing to me. Never having done it before, I guess I wasn't all that good, but I made up for it with enthusiasm, licking and sucking on her hairless choot and clit and loving every moment of it, but it was still a surprise when she suddenly screamed and started to buck and heave through an orgasm and her juices came pouring down onto my face. God it tasted sooo good! And I lapped it up and lapped it up and slid my tongue in as far as I could go to ream out all her juices, and she shuddered and shook all over again.
When we both collapsed exhausted on the floor, we found soft hands moved on our heads, and looked up to see Kamran bhai standing there grinning, his lund was already half erect again, and he took his hands from our heads and grinned "What a night to remember! A totally family get together" he then laughed, and we joined him in the laughter, and by the time, Kamran bhai was rock hard once again, so I took hold of his lovely giant lund and started to guide it towards Laila's hairless pink choot, and she grinned at me, and blew me a kiss, and I returned her kiss - in full measure! As the night progressed.
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