bother, but, in fact, he busted my cherry and fucked me like a cheap
slut again and again, till the wee hours of the morning. By that time
both of us were soaking wet in a profuse mixture of his cum and my pussy
juice, but neither he nor I had the will or the strength to get up and
have a bath. We wiped and dried our selves with a towel, threw away the
wet bed sheets and slept naked in each others arms.
We woke up around noon time and had a hearty brunch. Then we took a
shower together and put on new clothes. Ferhan walked over to his room
and I fixed up my bedroom. I changed the bed-sheets and took the soiled
ones, which had witnessed the intense battle of sexes the night before,
to the laundry room and dropped them in the washer.
Though, I was feeling a bit tired because of the intense nocturnal cock
and cunt shoving and pushing, yet in the after glow of surrendering my
virginity, I found myself enveloped in an ethereal cocoon of peace and
tranquility. Good night fucking proved to be extremely soothing, both
physically and psychologically for me and I felt like a newly wed, on
the day after.
I was very much engrossed in my own thoughts and enjoying a beautiful
moment of complete relaxation, when the door bell rang. I jumped up and
went to the door, to find out, who was trying to disturb my post-fucking
happiness that I achieved in my life, for the very first time. It was
none other than Sultana, my very best friend. She came in and looked at
me from head to toe. Her thorough visual scrutiny gave me the
impression; she was trying to recognize me, as I had, somehow, changed
overnight.
I became restless because her intense gaze was kind of ripping me apart.
I had no recourse, but to ask, “Sultana, kya daikh rahi ho? “Tumhain
Rani tumhain, aur yeh maloom kernay kee koshish ker rahi hoon, keh tum
budli budli see kyoun lag rahi ho!” She said. Before she could pass any
other comment about my, some how transformed personality, I said, “Mugar
main to wahi hoon, tumhai purani suhaili. Main to zera see bhi nahin
badli.”
“Nahin koi bat zaroor hai; tum bohut chamak rahi ho! Rani main tumhain
buchpan say janti hoon, aisa ho hee nahin sukta, keh meri ankhain mujhe
dhoka day jaain!” She amply stressed upon the last part of her speech.
“OK! OK! Sultana tum theek keh rahi ho.” I admitted, adding, “Main rat
bher chuddi hoon.” Her jaw dropped to the floor with astonishment and
she quickly asked, “Kaisay, kis say?”
I took her to my room, seated her on the bed, drew a chair and dropping
in it, I whispered to her, “Raat, Ferhan nay meri kuwari choot phaR dali
apnay motey lund say aur phir mujhe duba kay bar bar choda.” Her mouth
opened in a big O and taking a deep breath, she suddenly released it,
making a high pitched sound and then said, “Haye Allah, yeh tum kia keh
rahi ho?”
“Main jo bhi keh rahi hoon sub kuchh such such keh rahi hoon!” I came
out with the truth. She gave me a bewildered look and asked, “Tum nay
ussey sub kuchh kernay dia?”
“Main kia ker sukti thee. Main to khood chudnay kaliye baqarar thee.” I
kept silent for a moment and then added, “Main nay to soucha tha keh
ussay seduce karoun gee, mughar woh to eik number ka choudu nikla; uss
nay to 20/25 luRkian pehlay say hee chod chukka hai.”
“Who kaisay.” She asked. “Uska dost Nasir hai nan; uskay ghar main, yeh kam koi 8 months say chal reha hai.”
She kept quiet and seemed to be engrossed in deep thought. Then she came
out of it and looking me straight in the eye, she asked, “Kahin uski
behan ka nam Nasirah to nahin?”
“Han uska nam Nasirah hee hay. Kya tum unhain janti ho?” I asked. “Bohut
achhi tarah! Meri cousin Nasreen ka unkay ghar bohut ana jana hay.” She
replied. I was a bit shocked on receiving this news; my head was bent
forward and I was looking at my feet.
“Kahan kho gai ho bunno?” She said, lifting my face up by holding my
chin. “Kahin bhi to nahin. Muggar main soch rahi thee�.” Sultana cut me
off adding, “Kahin woh bhi to wahan chudwanay kay liye nahin jati?”
“Who issi kam kaliye hi wahan her doosaray teesaray roz aati hai.”
Ferhan stepped in speaking quite loudly. We both looked at him in a
state of shock. “Is main itna hairan honey wali koi bat nahin; uss jaise
bohot see laRkian wahan aati rehti hain.”
Locking my eye balls with his, I asked, “Ferhan kia tum chhup kay hamari
batain sun rehay thay?” “Nahin baji main nain siraf akhari bat suni thi
aur assal bat batanay kay liye under aa gia. Kia aap ko mera yoon aa
jana bura laga?” He enquired. “Nahin aisee to koi bat nahin!” I replied.
Before I could say anything else, Sultana blurted out her question,
“Ferhan kia tum nay uskay sath kia hai?” “Kya?” He asked giving her the
impression, he didn�t understand, what she was talking about. “Wo hee!”
She said, stressing the last word a bit.
He got a little irritated and came out a bit strongly, “Sultana baji
agar aap yeh janana chahti hain keh main ussay chodta hoon to yeh such
hay. Bulkay pura such to yeh hay keh uska kunwar bhi main nay hi khola
tha.”
We kept quite for a moment. Then I asked him to grab a chair and join
us. He sat very close to me. Sultana�s inquisitiveness made her restless
and she asked, “Ferhan jab tum uskay sath kertay ho to kya woh bohut
mazza laiti hai?” “Hanh lagta to yehi hee hai. Waisay Sultana baji,
Nasreen bohut chudas aurat hai.” “Who kya hota hai.” She asked. “Uska
mutlab hai key woh bohut ziada chudwati hai.” Ferhan explained. “Magar
Ferhan, woh aisa kyoun kerti hai?” Sultana wanted to know some tangible
reason for Nasreen�s unusually potent sexual appetite. “Woh to abhi
mushkil say 16/17 baras kee hai.”
Ferhan seemed to be getting a little upset by this line of questioning.
He came out in a very straight forward manner, “Daikho Sultana baji,
Nasreen to phir bhi 16/17 saal ki hai, yahan to 13/14 baras ki laRkian
din rat chudwati hain. Ab raha swal keh woh aisa kyoun kerti hain, to
uska eik hi jawab hai. Siraf aur siraf jawani ka muzzay lootnay kaliye.”
As he finished his part of speech, he stood up, held my hand and pulled
me on to my feet. His arms went around my lithe body, hugging me into a
tight embrace. My round and firm breasts flattened against his muscular
chest. His mouth devoured my lips, starting a deep passionate kiss. This
was quite a turn on for me. My right hand descended down on to his
crotch and started fondling his hard on.
He broke the kiss and kind of implored me, “Baji bister per challo, main
nain aapko abhi aur issi waqt chodna hai.” I replied in a voice
trembling with deep lust, “Wahan lajanay say pehlay mujhay nungi to ker
lay.” He got busy right away. First he pulled my kameez [shirt] up an
above my head and threw it away. Then my shalwar [baggy pants] went
south and hit the floor. I was now in bra and panty.
As I moved towards the bed, Sultana got off of it, slumped into a chair
and moved it very close to the bed, for enjoying a front row view of the
ensuing live action. By the time I got on the bed, Ferhan had shucked
his clothes off and was jerking his thick and hard cock with his right
hand. He joined me on the bed and said, “Baji apni bra to uttarain.
Aapko putta hai keh main apkay mummay hathon main pakaR ker apki choot
ko chodta hoon.” I quickly complied with his request.
I was now feeling extremely horny and wanted to be fucked right away.
Laying down on my back and opening my legs wide, I invited him, “Ferhan
aa mairay ooper chhaRh, meri choot main apna lauRa dal aur shuroo ker
day chudai.” He took a pillow, shoved it under my butt and then got on
top of me. Natural lubricant was leaking freely from my pussy, in
anticipation of the fucking treat, I was going to get. My vagina was
very wet for his cock to bottom out, with a single thrust. He, however,
well lubricated the thick head of his cock with a blob of saliva, rubbed
it down from the top of my pussy and as it aligned with my fuck hole,
he gave a mighty push, burying it to the hilt.
“Mera lauRa puray ka pura uter gia hay teri choot main rundi, ab chudnay
kaliye tayyar ho ja.” Saying that he cupped my tits in his hands and
while fondling them he started rubbing the hard nipples between his
thumbs and index fingers. I started moaning and heard myself saying,
“Behenchod! apni behen ki choot khoob muzzay say chod, jiska to nay kal
kunwar phaRa tha.” He started fucking my pussy with his cock, the way I
liked it the best. My hips began a dance of their own, in unison with
his powerful strokes. I was now moaning loudly and saying repeatedly,
“Ferhan mar apni rundi behen ki choot; main tairay lauRay kay qurban, jo
daba key chod reha hai meri choot; main chhoot rahi hoon.”
He fucked my pussy with his cock, as there was no tomorrow and I loved
every push and shove of his hard and thick cock hitting my cervix. His
cock was moving out to the tip and going all the way in, with a bang. He
was also hurling profanities at me, because he knew very well that I
love his accompanying porno comments, throughout the screwing operation.
He was saying, “Teri choot bohut muzza daiti hai meri slutty baji;
mairay louRay ko daba daba kay gullay lugati hai teri choot.” I promptly
responded, “Chodnay ka shukria ada karti hai aur kehti hai issi tarah
bar bar chod behenchod, haram ki aulad.”
“Mujh say choot murvanay wali chudas rundi, to nain meri maan ko gaali
dee hai. Kia woh mairay bap kay illawa kissi aur say bhi chudwati thee?”
With these words he wanted to start a mock verbal battle, which
definitely heightens the pleasure of primordial battle of sexes. I was
ready with the answer, “Mujhe kia pata keh woh kis kis say chudwati
thee, behenchod. Rundi ka kya bharosa, woh jab chahay, jehan chahay
kissi kay lauRay say mouj musti ker lay, jaisay main ker rahi hoon. Pure
zor say chod meri choot apnay lauRay say; khoob dil laga kay chod
mujhe, behen kay yar.”
He started pumping my pussy hard and my hips went into an overdrive. Now
both of us were sweating profusely. He was moaning constantly and
intermittently opened his foul mouth to level filthiest remarks at my
behavior, during the on going sexual bout. He was saying, “Rundi hill
hill kay chudwana baRi jaldi seekh liya hai to nay.” He did not have to
wait long for my rejoinder, as I blurted out my share of the nasty
language, “Meri choot teray lauRay ko gallay laga ker chodnay ka shukria
ada ker rehi hai aur keh rehi hai hemaisha aisay hee choda ker
behenchod.”
The frenzy of fucking was at its zenith now. I had innumerable light
intensity orgasms so far. During the very first night of fucking, I had
learnt the art of having multiple orgasms. Now, I had gone a step
forward and was having a mild orgasm at every thrust of his cock in my
vagina. However, my pussy feels sad and empty, when he pulls his hard
cock out of my fuck hole, but bursts into a wonderful orgasm, when he
fills it up to the hilt, on the forward push.
His cock started twitching and swelling in my cunt, which is a clear
indication of his approaching orgasm. I knew he was getting quite close
to spewing gobs upon gobs of his incestuous baby making juice in my
body, but I did no want that to happen, as yet. I loved prolonged
fucking to satisfy my greed for the cock and a never ending orgasm. With
that in mind, I locked my ankles at the small of his back and stopped
the fierce pumping of his cock in my pussy. He got a little annoyed and
asked me, “Rundi behen chuddai kyoun rouk dee? Itna muzza aa reha tha
aur main bhi jheRnay wala tha.” His hard and heavy cock was fully
embedded in my pussy and I was experiencing the ecstasy of the ultimate
union. I retorted nastily, “Main abhi yeh nahin chahti, Mujhe tumharay
ooper chaRh kay apni choot say tumharay louRay ko chodna hai aur jab
main poori tarah khalas ho jaoun gee to tub tum bhi meri choot main
chhoot jana. Sumjhay!”
“Achha! Jaisay teri murzi chudas rundi.”
He knew the drill of me getting on top, as we had practiced this
maneuver quite a few times during repeated fucking, the night before. We
held each other tight and rolled over. In the next moment, I was
sitting on his crotch with his hard cock wedged in my spastic vagina,
right up to the balls. Supporting my body weight on my knees, I started
bobbing my hips up and down, first slowly and then faster. Now I was in
complete control of the fucking operation and savored every second of my
commanding position. His hard cock was touching my cervix on each and
every downward thrust and I loved to hold it there for a couple of
seconds. The feeling was simply out of this world. I was also enjoying
the dull thuds emanating from the rapid banging of our wet crotches
together.
With every passing moment, the fucking was getting wilder. I was moaning
and groaning with the powerful thrusts of his cocks in my pussy and was
continuously expressing my innate lust in the filthiest words possible,
like; “behen ki choot say apna lauRa chudwa reha hai behenchod. Teri
muzzay ki mari huee chudas aurat tujhe jee bher kay chod rehi hai aur
chodati rehay gee jub tuk uski choot poori tarah jheR nahin jati.”
He was not lagging behind by any standard and was coming up with the
nastiest rejoinders of his own, like; “Chhotay bahi ki athais[28] saala
chudas tikhai, tujhe appnay bhaia kay illawa aur koi nahin milla tha
chodwanay kaliye; Kal mainay teri kuwari choot phaR dali apnay tunnay
huvay lund say aur tujhe apni dashta [rakhail] bana lia.”
I was getting very close to my final gigantic orgasm and it began
railroading through my body, initiating powerful jolts in my vaginal
muscles. Tremendous pussy spasms and involuntary vaginal convulsions
were milking the entire length of Ferhan�s cock and it proved to be an
ultimate push over for him. Both of us were in the throes of our
thunderous orgasms and were gasping for air like marathon runners. Right
in the middle of my ultimate orgasm, Ferhan pushed his cock deep into
my pussy from below, with downward pressure of his hands on my thighs
and spewed rope after rope of his incestuous jism against my cervix.
Sweat was running freely from our bodies and soaking up the bed sheet.
We were now totally spent, as both of us came down from the pinnacle of
sexual bliss, in the aftermath of an extremely rough genital banging
bout.
I just collapsed on top of Ferhan and lost my consciousness. It happens
all the time, when sexual tension leaves my body in the form of
overflowing pussy juice and heavenly serenity envelopes my soul. Sexual
intercourse with Ferhan feels like an out of body experience to me and I
always pass out under its influence, not knowing for how long.
On regaining my consciousness, I saw Sultana in Ferhan�s lap, facing
away from him. Both of them were in their birth day suits. His long hard
cock was jutting out of her thighs, which she was jerking with her
right hand, while he was fondling her firm tits and rolling the thick,
swollen and erect nipples using his fingers and thumbs.
Before I tell you what happened next, let me describe Sultana�s physical
attributes. She is of my height, with a slightly slender build. Her
very fair complexion and a full head of heavy, shoulder length, light
brown silky hair, complement her angelic beauty. A proportionately
sculpted neck supports her beautiful face. Her breasts were 34D, but
were conical in shape, as compared to the typical hemispherical type,
like mine. She had a really narrow waist with slightly broadening hips.
Her supple limbs accentuated the overall beauty of her body. Her
hairless or rather naked feminine mound, with a delicate middle slit,
presented a delicious and delectable sight to a connoisseur of
cunnilingous.
For me this was a highly unexpected turn of events that was both
fascinatingly erotic and sexually explosive. I wanted to find out, what
would happen immediately afterwards, though I had a pretty good idea,
wherein would it all, end up. I continued maintaining my fake sleeping
posture, to give them time for their next move.
“Bohut mazza day rehay ho, Ferhan meray mammoun say khel ker aur nipple mussel kay.” Sultana said moaning loudly.
“Yeh to kush bhi nahin Sulatana baji; assal muzza to chudai main hay.
Dekha aap nain, aapki sahaili kaisay chudwa kay baysudh paRi houi hai.”
Ferhan said, taking his right hand down to play with her pussy. Sultana
started moaning openly, as his fingers made their magic by thoroughly
rubbing her cunt lips. “Haaye! Ferhan, meray chholay ko pyar say ruggRo
bohut mazza atta hai.” “Aap khud bhi to issay ruggaRti hain nan; main
nain aap ko daikha tha jub main baji ko chod reha tha.” Ferhan said
exploring her pussy with his fingers. Sultana asked him while moaning,
“Ferhan tum chudai kay doran apni baji say itni gundi gundi batain kyoun
kartay ho?” He replied with a smile, “Kyoun keh aisi batain baji ko
bohut pasand hain aur mujhe bhi. Jab lauRa choot ko chodta hai, to in
batoun say muzza kahin ziada baRh jata hai. Its like icing on a
delicious cake.”
He turned her around, putting her legs on both sides of his hips. She
was still playing with his hard cock, when he took her lips in his mouth
and commenced a hot and passionate kiss. It dragged on for quite a
while and when their lips drew apart, both of them were gasping for air.
Sultana got off of his lap and holding his hand implored him, “Ab mujh
say sabar nahin hota; aao kaheen aur chalain.” A deep sense of
desperation in Sultana�a plea, made me jump off the bed. I got hold of
her hand and said, “Kahin aur janay kee zaroorat nahin meri jan, jo
kuchh kerna hai yaheen par karo!” Saying that, I embraced Sultana and
whispered in her ear, “Kya apni kunwari choot meray bhai kay lund say
phuRwa kay hee rahay gee to, aaj.” She sheepishly nodded her head in the
affirmative and agreed verbally, “Mujhe ab chudwanay say koi nahin rok
sukta.” Getting somewhat serious, I tried to educate her, “Dekh Sultana
main tujhe saaf saaf bata daoon, pehli bar jub sukht lauRa laRki kee
choot ka kunwar kholta hai to dard hota hai.” She was in no mood to
learn about the initiation ritual into the world of sex or the physical
ramifications of defloration. All she wanted at that moment was to go
ahead and do it. Her straight forward expression left no room for any
argument, “Rani mujhe pata hai keh pehli bar chudnay say kya hota hai.
Dekh tu chud chuki hai na, ab mujhay bhi chudwa lainay day, OK.”
Without giving me a chance to add anything, she took Ferhan to bed; I
also moved along with them and suggested, “Ferhan, iss kay munh main
apna lund day ker chussva, main iski choot aur chhola chat ker chudai
kaliye tayyar kerti hoon.”
A smile flashed across Sultana�s face. She pushed Ferhan on his back and
getting on her knees, she held the shaft of his cock in her right hand
and began slurping it like an icicle. After licking it for a couple of
minutes, she took almost half of it in her mouth, and her head went
bobbing up and down, first slowly and then quite vigorously.
I got hold of her upturned butt and delved into sucking her pussy from
below, right from her clit to the fuck hole. Both of them were moaning
and groaning, because of the tremendous love treatment their genitals
were receiving.
Soon, Sultana had an earth shattering orgasm, causing her vagina to
convulse spasmodically, accompanied by a heavy flow of pussy syrup,
right in my mouth. She left Ferhan�s cock and moaned aloud under the
influence of immense pleasure; she was experiencing and fell flat on her
stomach. I drank her nectar, without losing a drop, due to the ample
repeated lesbian practice; we used to carry on for satisfying our virgin
lusts for sexual fulfillment.
When Sultana came down from the high plateau of sexual ecstasy to the
normal state, she sat up and expressed her innate feelings saying, “Rani
hum donon aksar eik dousaray ki chootain choosti chaTti rehi hain,
mugar ittna muzza kabhi nahin aaya.”
I almost instantly replied, “Bunno! Tairay munh main kubhi tanna huwa
lund bhi to nahin hota tha chooswatay huvaye. Aaj ka itna ziada muzza us
hi ka kamal hai.” Before she could say anything I added, “Ab kya irada
hai meri jan.” She spoke out very confidently, showing utter
determination, to get on with her maiden fuck, “Apni kuwari choot ko
chudwa ker dhair sara muzza loon gee, teri tarah.”