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My name, as you know, is Rani and I thought I seduced my younger 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.

Wanted to tease her a bit, with the intention of adding a little zip, to the first time poking of her pussy. “Us kaliye to tumhain meray bhai ki thikai[fucker] bun’na puray ga. Kyoun Ferhan main theek keh rahi hoon nan?” I suggested with all the seriousness, I could muster at that crucial moment of the ensuing permanent physiological change to her vagina and sex life. Before Sultana could open her mouth to say something, I winked at Ferhan to make him conscious of the game, I intended to play. He flashed a subtle wicked smile at me and added, “Haan yeh to such hai, baji Sultana; aisa to aapko karna hee ho ga!”

Guessing the nature of my intentions and the dirty game I was trying to play with her, Sultana came out quite unexpectedly saying, “Ferhan thikai ko baji nahin kehtay. Ab mujhay bhi apni behen ki tarah apni rundi bana lay, aur mairee kunwari choot ko apnay lund say phar dal. Hanh chudai kay douran mairay saath bhi wo hee zuban boulna jo tum apni behen ko chodtay huay boltay ho.” I was surprised to hear that from my best friend. I could not believe, even in my wildest dreams that she could ever speak such a depraved and defiled language.

Ferhan and I remained virtually mum for a few moments and the ice was broken by Sultana. “Ab kya ho gia mairee jan? Kya main nain koi ghalat baat keh dee?” She asked with a nasty grin on her face. “Nahin aisi to koi baat nahin. Tum nain jo kuch kaha theek hee kaha” She embraced Ferhan and taking him down on the bed with her, asked, “Ferhan ab dair kis bat kee hai, aa chod mujhe.” He suggested, “Mood main aanay kailye, thora choosna chatna paray ga. Baji kee batoun nain kam kuchh thanda ker dia hai.” Sultana right away moved into 69 saying, “Iss main koun see bari baat hai; abhi garam kiay daitay hain.”

She gulped his hard cock in her mouth to the root and started sucking it with gusto. He, on the other hand, got on fucking her virgin hole with his tongue and rubbing her clit with his fingers. In no time both of them were ready for the fight of the sexes. Ferhan, the much more experienced of the two, placed a pillow under her butt and mounted Sultana, the novice. She opened herself wide, to welcome him to the temple of love. Ferhan, supporting his weight on his elbows, cupped her breasts in his both hands and started rolling her taut nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. This treatment put Sultana on a moaning trail. Ferhan quietly asked me to help her. He said, “Daikhain baji mairay dono hath bharay huay hain. Aap mairay lund ki topi, khoob thook laga ker, apni suahili ki choot main phunsa dain; baqi main daikh loon ga.”

I did, what I was asked to do. As soon as I removed my hand away from his cock, he sucked her lips up in his mouth and brought his solid butt crashing down against her hairless crotch, creating a mighty push forward. His thick and hard fuck rod rammed her pussy, till his pelvic bone jammed snugly against her clit.

Sultana tried her level best to get her lips free from his devouring mouth, but failed to do so. Ferhan maintained the status quo for a couple of minutes and then eased his hold a bit. The moment Sultana’s lips became free, she admonished her lover, “Kya pehli chudai itni baiderdi say kee jati hai?” Ferhan defended himself quickly by saying, “Pehli bar tung choot main lund dalnay ka is say behter tariqa aur koi nahin. Rani baji kay saath bhee main nain aisay hee kia tha. Pooch lo un say!”

“Achha ab baatain banana bund karo aur chodo mujhe.” Sultana prompted him earnestly. He began with a slow fucking undulations and soon established a steady rhythm; easing an inch or two out and then pushing it back in. She seemed to be enjoying the screwing, right from the very first thrust of his cock in her tight pussy. The evidence to that effect was loud and clear; her moaning, with each pumping of her pussy was a constant reminder that she will soon be touching the height of ecstasy. Vulgar pillow talk, an integral part of screwing, was soon introduced by her with a somewhat innocent question, “Ferhan kya ker rehay ho mairay saath.”

He retorted instantly, “Tujhe chod reha hoon chudas thikai.”

“Kaisay” She asked.

“Teri choot main apnay lund say ghussay pay ghussa luga kay.” Ferhan replied.

“Hai aisi baatain bohut muzza daiti hain. Ferhan phar day meri choot ko apnay mottay lund say aur….”

Ferhan interrupted her with his own declaration, “Chudas rundi! Choot to tairi kub ki phat chuki; ab to woh siraf chud rahi hai.”

“Chod mujhe Ferhan main teri dashta hoon. Lund choot ko itna muzza daita hai, aaj say pehla mujhe iska undaza hee nahin tha. Meri choot tairay lund kaliye her waqt hazar rehay gee.”

Sultana’a pelvis became an integral part of the intimate fucking choreography. She was pushing it upward, against his every downward thrust, creating the familiar rutting thuds. I was enjoying the scene very much as I had never witnessed live fucking from such a close quarter. In fact, I had never watched a blue movie, in my whole life. It was quite a turn on for me and my fingers got busy exploring my pussy on their own volition, as they had a mind of their own.

Sultana soon lost all inhibitions and came out with the filthiest expressions of her inner most thoughts. She was saying, “Ferhan, rundi kay bhai, chod meri choot ko puray zore say, aur day mujhe jawani ka muzza! Haa’y qurban jaoun tairay sukht lund kay jo chod reha hai meri nuram guram choot ko!”

Ferhan, was coming up with his own version of filthy talk, “Teri kunwari choot main mairay lund nain apna ghar bana lya hai; ab daba kay chudai ho gee.”

They were now in the midst of heavy fucking. Ferhan’s cock was going in and out of Sultana pussy at a very fast tempo. She was moaning and saying again and again, “Chod meri choot Ferhan apnay lund say, hathon main mairay mummay pakar ker, aur mairay munh main apni zuban dal ker. Haiy bara muzza aa reha hai. Main gai, Meri choot jher rahi hai. Zoor say ghussay laga.”

I knew she was having multiple orgasms like me and touching the very limit of sexual bliss. The fucking bout had been on for about 25 minutes and I was sure Ferhan would not last too long. Both of them were sweating profusely and were making sounds like, ah, oh, ha’ay, main gai, main gia, etc.

After another couple of minutes, Ferhan declared, “Chudas rundi main chhootanay wala hoon; kya teri choot main chhoot jaoun, ya lund bahir nikal loon.”

“Tum meri choot and khalas hona, main bhi jhernay wali hoon. Daba kay ghassay lago. Main gai, main gai, main gai. She repeated that statement thrice and then her voice trailed off into silence.

Ferhan made the usual guttural sounds and spurted his cum deep in Sultana’s vagina. His erupting cock was in her pussy up to the hilt and I could count each of his gush, from the simultaneous jerking of his hips.

Totally spent, Ferhan fell on top of Sultana and rested for a little while. They were presenting a picture of perfect peace and tranquility. I had also cummed along with them and was feeling much at ease. All tension had been washed away from my body by the pussy juice that flew out of my fuck hole. I got on the bed and lied down with them.

We stayed put for a little while. Ferhan rolled over first and then Sultana opened her eyes. The first words she spoke were, “Rani itna muzza to main nain khawab main bhi nahin socha tha, jo aaj Ferhan nain mujhe dya.”

Ferhan put a hand on her mouth and said, “Kal say mujahe eik sawal ka jawab nahin mil reha!”

We both asked, “Kiss sawal ka jawab nahin mil reha.”

“Agar tum assli kunwarian theen, to pehli bar chudnay per tum dono ka khoon kyoun nahin nikla?”

We began to laugh hysterically. He was very much surprised at our reaction. When we calmed down a bit we came up with the explanation. ” Main batati hoon Ferhan,” Sultana said, “Yeh sub un khiron [cucumbers] , kailoun [bananas] aur luker [wood] kay dundon [rods] ka karishma hai jin say hum apni chootoun ki payas bujahti rehi hain.” Continuing the reasoning further, I added, “Laikin iss main koi shak nahin keh yeh tamam chizain assli lund kay samnay baikar hain. Aurat aur mard eik doojay ko chodnay kailye hee bunnay hain aur yahee hona chahiay.” No body had anything else to say, but the activity had already started, in silence, for the repeat performance of the first threesome of my life

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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.”