I did not look at her at first when I heard her coming out of her room. I was sitting on the couch and she was standing near the coffee table. I was pretending to watch TV but I turned and looked at her when she called my name. I was half aroused from looking at my sister naked and spread eagle on her bed, and half ashamed at myself. It was true that I had lusted after every inch of her body every single day, and just wanted to lick every part of it, but the feeling of guilt from walking in on my own sister on purpose was just too much. The guilt was getting in the way of my horniness. My dick wanted to go up but was still flaccid inside my pants. I just wanted to go into the bathroom and jerk it off dry, but first I had to confront Nisha. So she began:
â€œBhai (brother) you knew I was alone in the room and you still walked inâ€?, she said in a low voice.
â€œBut I thought you were in troubleâ€¦â€?
â€œOh come on!â€? she scoffed, â€œI know you could hear me outside. Did you really think I was in trouble? You knew what I was doing. I live in this dump too. I know you could probably hear me from the fucking kitchen! â€?
â€œWhat?â€? I was half surprised and half confused. â€œCould she be saying what she is saying now?â€? I thought.
I gasped: â€œBut then whyâ€¦â€?
â€œWell, what the hell am I supposed to do genius? I could hear your hands squirming inside your pants clearer than you could hear my bed shaking, I know what you have been up to, did I ever say a thing? No! And I thought you would give me my space too!â€?
â€œNisha, I â€¦ Iâ€¦â€? I was looking down, â€œI didnâ€™t know what you were doing at first, but then when you moaned, I couldnâ€™t resist.â€? I was in confession mode now.
â€œWhateverâ€¦ I will tell Mom.â€? She said decidedly and I could see my humiliation approaching fast.
â€œI will tell them you walked in on me while I was changing, on purpose!â€? She continued.
â€œI will tell them what you were doing not changing! ok?â€? I fired back.
â€œOh yeah?â€? She laughed. â€œAnd exactly how do you plan on phrasing that to Mom, Big Bro?â€?
â€œWell, I will tell them you were touchingâ€¦ yourselfâ€¦ down thereâ€?, I stuttered.
â€œYou mean I was touching my pussy. And rubbing it too. Donâ€™t forget thatâ€?, She added matter-of-factly, nodding her head up and down, â€œImagine telling Mom : Mom Nisha was rubbing her pussyâ€¦â€?
I was shocked at her boldness.
â€œYes and also tell them you saw the sheet was wet cuz my pussy juice was all over itâ€?. She was laughing now. And she was staring straight into my eyes.
Was she going crazy?
â€œNisha stop playing mind games,â€? I said loudly.
â€œWell, if you didnâ€™t mind me playing my physical games so much, maybe I wouldnâ€™t have to play these mind games with you!â€? She had a sarcastic smile on her face. â€œSo go ahead, tell Momâ€¦ call her now!â€?
â€œShe will have dad cut your dick off you fucking pervertâ€?. She continued. She was literally giggling now.
This was the first time in our lives we had talked in this kind of language. Heck, this was the first time we had even discussed our personal lives with each other, let alone using words like pussy and dick. I wondered how my 18 year old virgin sister had learned these words in school so quickly, and where.
â€œOK I wonâ€™t tell Mom, but why would you tell her I walked in?â€? I sounded like I was pleading and God knows I was getting ready to do just that.
I was cursing myself for thinking with my dick instead of my head! I was saying all sorts of prayers and was seriously planning on getting a life if I just got out of this mess with my sister. I promised myself I would get a job and never ever think about my sister again! Heck, even if I had nothing to do, I would never even stay home while she was there! But I had to diffuse the situation which was at hand right now.
â€œLook Nisha, we both knew what we were doing, so letâ€™s just forget it, OK?â€? I pleaded. â€œI am sorry I thought like that and will never think like that again about you, let alone seeing you like thatâ€¦â€?
â€œBhaiâ€?, she looked straight at my face. Her smile had vanished.
â€œTum ne mujhe dekh liya uss tarahâ€?, she said, in a very low tone, looking at me straight in the eyes. (You saw me like that)
â€œHaan (yes) Nisha, Sorry, I swear I amâ€¦â€? I couldnâ€™t complete the sentence before she cut me off:
â€œAb tum jab bhi dekho gey aisee hi socho gey na? Ke mein kaisee lag rahi thi nangi?â€? (Now whenever you see me you would imagine what I look like naked, am I right?) She was looking down now.
â€œNo! No no. Past is past. Kabhi nahi (never agan)â€? I said in a firm voice.
â€œJhoot. Aur tum ne to sab kuch hi dekh liya!â€? (liar, you saw everything)
â€œNahi Nishaâ€¦â€? (no)
â€œMeri tangein bhi spread theein, khula view tha! Tum ne neechay bhi dekh liyaâ€¦â€¦.. Ab mein kiya karuunâ€? (my legs were open too, you had a clean view, and you saw everything down there too, oh my! What would I do now!)
â€œNo I didnâ€™t! Your hand was coveringâ€¦â€?
She picked up a magazine from the side table and threw it at me before I finished the sentenceâ€¦ But I continued as I dodged the flying object.
â€œNisha so what? You are my sister, and besidesâ€¦. Probably Mom and Dad did it too when they were young! I am sure they did, and I do it just as much, sometimes twice a dayâ€? I replied. I was trying to be calm now. I really wanted to soothe her and rid her of the agony she was in. â€œYes I really do!â€?
â€œYou have no shame Bhai!,â€? she said, looking down.
â€œNisha, it is natural and you are human, and I am human, right? And donâ€™t tell me your friends donâ€™t do it!â€?
â€œI donâ€™t talk about it with them,â€? she said quietly.
â€œWell, ask them. I am pretty sure they do it twice a day too and you are feeling bad for no reason.â€?
â€œYou are hung up on twice, whatâ€™s there to get out of it anyway! God I feel like a loser!â€? she was looking down again.
â€œNisha, Nishaâ€¦ You are so cute, why do you feel this way! I told you it is totally natural, and your friends do it too.â€?
â€œYeah but their brothers donâ€™t walk in on them!â€? She fired back.
â€œThen maybe your friends are ugly and their brothers are not attracted to them!â€?
There. I had said it, admitted my lust after her indirectly.
â€œWhat the hell?â€? She laughed! â€œWhy are you attracted to your sister? And whatâ€™s there in me anyway. You are justâ€¦ horny, Bhaiâ€?
She laughed! It looked like the topic was changing to masturbation rather than my supposedly hideous act of seeing her naked, and I was all for that! And subconsciously I had managed to change the topic to her looks and flattered her by saying she was cute. Flattery always works like a charm. I smiled inside.
â€œI guess I AM horny if I do it twice day!!â€? I laughed too. She was looking up now, straight at me.
â€œBut why,â€? it sounded like a genuine question.
â€œCuz it feels good, why else? It relieves stress. And itâ€™s so soothing,â€? I replied, â€œWhy do you do it?â€? I asked.
â€œIt relieves stress? What are you talking about? Itâ€™s so stressful and I feel so tired after this, what do you think?â€? she ignored my question.
â€œSo listenâ€¦â€? I said. I had my own agenda in mind. My dick was throbbing right now and I was making a conscious effort to crouch up my knees on the couch so she didnâ€™t notice the bulge in my pants, although I did ultimately want her to see it, and do things to it of course.
â€œYou heard me. Right Nisha? You are very cute and donâ€™t ever say that you are a loser for doing something natural.â€? I said forcefully.
â€œYeah I guess you are right Bhai, but you could have said it without having to walk in on me,â€? she breathed almost a sigh and then sat down on the couch with me, on the other end. I turned around on the seat so I could face her properly.
â€œNisha I am sorryâ€¦ Itâ€™s just that I couldnâ€™t control myself and the thought of youâ€¦ thereâ€¦ was â€¦â€?
â€œWell what are you gonna do now that you saw me there? Were you turned on?â€? She asked.
â€œYes I was turned on, of courseâ€¦ I mean, you looked like an angelâ€?
â€œYou perv!â€? She laughed.
â€œNo seriously. I have to go do it myself now.â€? I said.
â€œSo you are attracted to me,â€? She continued.
â€œYou look beautiful, Nishaâ€?
â€œSo you are gonna go and jerk off now thinking about me?â€? She was smiling, â€œYou know Bhai, thatâ€™s a very good complimnent. Cuz you know you are pretty cute yourself, and coming from you, I feel flattered. So you always think about me when you do it?â€? She asked.
â€œSometimes,â€? I replied sheepishly.
â€œAnd what sort of things do you think you are doing to me when you think about me?â€? she continued her questions.
â€œJust you rubbing it down there and just thought of you naked is enoughâ€?
â€œRubbing it here?â€? She said with a wicked smile and touched her crotch.
I gasped, but I regained my control and said:
â€œAnd then you touch yourself here?â€?
She was sitting right next to me anyway, and she just reached over and grabbed my hard bulge which was poking out as I was talking to her. I gasped again. She grabbed it and squeezed it. And then she giggled:
â€œYou are so hard! Does it always get this hard?â€? She asked, â€œI have never touched one before.â€? She was still holding it from outside my pants, and touching the base trying to gauge the length of it.
â€œYes. The hornier I am the harder it is. And longer,â€? I laughed shyly.
She laughed too.
â€œWellâ€¦â€? She said in a long tone.
And then there was a pause. She kept staring at my eyes.
â€œYou have seen me Bhai, now I want to see yours and see how hard it is.â€?
I laughed and said â€œOk, go ahead, itâ€™s pretty hardâ€?.
She kept stroking it from outside the pants, and then slowly lifted my t-shirt up out of the way. Then she reached up and unbuttoned my pants. The zipper was loose so the pants went down a little. She opened the zipper all the way and my dick was now only hidden by my boxers.
Suddenly, I gave it a little jolt and the wet head of my dick peeked through the slit of my boxersâ€¦
â€œAhhh. What the..â€? She jumped away, laughing and giggling.
â€œOh my God Bhai, aap ne to dara hi diya tha mujhe ke yeh kiya hai kala kalaâ€?, â€œoh my God you scared me how that dark thing just popped out of the fly!).
She was literally holding her stomach she was laughing so hard. But then she stopped and said:
â€œOk ok ok lemme calm down. And lemme see it,â€? saying that, she moved closer to me again and reached for my crotch. While she was laughing, I had just laid back with my arms raised above my shoulders and my prick sticking out of my boxers. It was a funny sight. But I was aroused by the fact the girl I had lusted after for so many years, albeit she was my sister, was about to touch it. Just this thought was enough to make my dick just burst out with cum.
She went ahead and grabbed the boxers and slid them down a little. I picked up my butt and slid up on the couch a little more so she could slide my pants and boxers down completely. She took them off as I lifted my legs up. I was now naked from the waist down, with my bare ass cheeks on the hard couch surface. But I didnâ€™t mind one bit. I couldnâ€™t believe I was exposed to my sister who I had longed for all my life.
She was now looking at my dick intently. She hadnâ€™t touched it ever since it came out of the boxers. I guess she was a little taken back by the sight of a live cock in front of her. She was a virgin after all, and I was pretty sure this was the first one she had seen. She kept staring at it for about 30 seconds, then looked at my eyes and said in a hoarse voice:
â€œMein iss ko haath lagaoon gi to kiya ho ga?â€? (what would happen if I touch it?)
I laughed : â€œKiya hoga? Kuch nahi ho ga. Lagao haathâ€?. (What can happen? Nothing at all. Touch it.â€?
Seeing me smile, she felt a little embarrassed. She thought I was making fun of her and probably wanted to show me she wasnâ€™t scared. So she inched closer to me on the couch and then touched the tip. My cock sprang again but this time she was ready and wasnâ€™t startled. She giggled a little though.
â€œThe tip is so soft,â€? she giggled and then gave it a little twist with her two fingers.
â€œOuch!! Aray aray aray!!!!!â€? I yelled. (ouch! Whoa whoa whoa), â€œNisha it hurts!!! Araam se!â€? (Slowly)
She giggled again and touched the tip softly this time. Then she grabbed it with her hand and started moving her grip up and down the shaft. She was fascinated by the foreskin moving back and forth and how the tip kept moving up and down. I am not circumcised but I donâ€™t have a lot of foreskin. The tip is half visible. Her soft hands were the greatest thing my dick had ever experienced. Her touch was amazingly sensual. She was just exploring it but little did she know that she was jerking me off. She kept moving her hand up and down, fascinated by the big acorn shaped tip of my dick. I was fully aroused and was ready to burst. And I did.
My whole body jerked a little, my cock stiffened, and just about when she realized that it had hardened and was going to ask me why, I came. And cum, I did! It just zoomed out from under the foreskin, splattering in all directions. This was some powerful and multi-directional cum. Even though she was sitting next to me and not in front of me, she got quite a big load on her chest. She screamed and moved away a notch, saying â€œOh my God! Shit! What the fuck is this?â€?
I was just sitting back and moaning. My cock was still hard and cum was all over its sides.
â€œYo Bhai, what the fuck man!â€? she giggled.
â€œSorry Nisha I came too fast,â€? I smiled.
â€œWow thatâ€™s a lotta cum, and look what you did to me.â€?
I looked up and could see cum all over her chest, right above her tits. She didnâ€™t get any on her shirt but her shirt was pretty low cut and she was pointing to the area right above her tits.
She was now feeling the cum between her fingers.
â€œIt looks like liquid glue,â€? she continued to make her funny comparisons.
â€œYeah!â€? I laughed too.
â€œGirls donâ€™t cum like that you know,â€? she was trying to educate me now.
I played along. My cock was still sprung open by the way, and she was still feeling and smelling the cum on her fingers.
â€œOh really? So how do they cum?â€? I asked matter-of-factly.
â€œItâ€™s much less of a mess,â€? she smiled, â€œBut our warnings are much stronger! You didnâ€™t even likeâ€¦ shriek or anythingâ€?
I laughed: â€œI wanted to surprise youâ€?
â€œYeah now look what you did to me, this shit is all over me, now I gotta shower all over againâ€?
â€œYour touch was so soft and pleasurable Nisha, what could I have done? I am so jealous of you. You do it with your soft fingers and here I am, stuck with my big ass hands.â€?
â€œI wasnâ€™t trying to make you feel good! Donâ€™t feel too happy, ok?â€? She laughed. â€œBut you enjoyed it?â€?
â€œWhy else do you think I came so hard? I havenâ€™t cum this hard in my life!â€? I stressed my point.
â€œWell, I am glad I could help Bhai. Now will you help me clean this off?â€?
â€œSure.â€? I got up. I was still naked from the waist down and my cock was still hard. I was now standing with my cock pointed straight at her face, since she was still sitting down.
She laughed, â€œPut your friend down.â€?
â€œI canâ€™t! I am still hard!â€?
She giggled, then got up, got a grip on my cock and pulled it towards her.
â€œOk come and help me clean up.â€?
It was a funny sight. I was now walking behind her and she was holding me by my dick. I guess she really liked the feel of it.
She walked ahead, I followed and we entered her bedroom.
â€œHelp me take my shirt off but make sure it doesnâ€™t get dirtyâ€?, she instructed and turned around.
â€œOKâ€?, I said. I moved up and was now standing behind her. I made sure I was close enough to her and now my cock was poking her jeans covered ass crack. By now we both had subliminally decided that we were comfortable with each other being naked. I had already seen her naked, she had already jerked me off, wellâ€¦ kind of. And by now, all taboos had disappeared.
I unzipped the back of her shirt and let it fall down. It was one of the long shirts Indian girls wear. Her back was open now and I could see her black bra strap. I moved my hands towards the front of her body, and pulled her shirt down. I brushed her boobs while doing this and made sure than the cum on her chest didnâ€™t touch the shirt material. She helped me pull the shirt down and stepped out of it. She was only wearing her jeans now.
I then moved around her and was now facing her. She was just standing there in her bra, staring at me. I grabbed a tissue. She didnâ€™t move a bit. I moved closer and wiped the cum off her chest. I was so close to her that my naked hard cock was now poking her pussy from outside the jeans. I kept â€˜cleaningâ€™ her chest, moving my fingers up and down and around, touching her cleavage, touching her neck, then I ventured down under her bra, and pretended to â€˜cleanâ€™ it. I had now dropped the tissue and was caressing her boobs from outside the bra. She broke the silence and teased:
â€œThe bra was clean, it was inside the shirt, remember,â€? she laughed.
I stopped immediately and dropped my hand, and just stared into her eyes. She smiled, took my hand and put it back on her chest.
This was a signal! I played with her tits for a while, then just threw her onto the bed. I was now on top of her. She was laughing and giggling. I then looked in her eyes and locked my lips onto hers, all the while playing with her tits. She kissed back violently, and our tongues were now wrestling inside our mouths. I moved my hands under her back and unhooked her bra. I was now sliding her bra from under her back and as soon as it came off completely, I pulled back from kissing, and stood up on my hands above her.
I was now staring at her B sized mounds of love with her erect nipples looking back at me. I had heard these beautiful organs call out my name ever since I had noticed her wearing a bra for the first time. I knew I would just hug them and suck them and caress them as much as I can the first chance I got. Now I had that chance and it felt like I had died and gone to heaven.
She said: â€œWhat happened?â€?
â€œNisha, you are beautifulâ€?
â€œPagalâ€? she laughed (you are crazy!)
Then she pulled me towards her and planted her lips on mine and shoved her tongue in my throat. She wanted me! I kissed her back and my hands were now all over her tits. Her large brown nipples were now fully moist and erect. I moved down and licked them.
She laughed. I took my fingers and poked her nipples inside her boobs, she moaned slightly. They looked like large buttons. Only they were soft, brown and wet. My dick was oozing pre-cum and it was now all over her jeans and a little bit on her cute tummy.
â€œBhai my pants are getting dirty!â€?
â€œOh sorry, lemme justâ€¦ clean up, ok?â€? I said and moved up a little, away from her. Then I reached over the bed, grabbed another tissue and wiped her tummy. Then I moved down and now I was â€˜wipingâ€™ her crotch.
â€œBhai you are the silliest,â€? she laughed and lifted up her ass. She then rolled down her jeans to her knees and I could see her black panties now.
â€œIs this what you wanted to see?â€? She laughed again.
I was just staring at her panties now. Her black low rise lace panties were hugging her pussy. I could smell the smell of heaven.
I smiled and mockingly started to clean her panties with the tissue. She cracked up with laughter.
â€œBhai you are too much!â€?
While â€˜cleaningâ€™, I was now cupping her from the bottom and could feel the heat outside the panties. I rolled my fingers around the edges and slowly moved inside. Then I poked her clit from the outside.
â€œA womanâ€™s pussy is the doorway to heaven,â€? I muttered the movie dialog. She cracked up in laughter again. I looked up into her eyes again and slowly my hands moved towards the top of her panties. She knew that I wanted to see her pussy and I knew she wanted to show it to me.
â€œGo ahead, you have seen it alreadyâ€?
â€œNo I didnâ€™t Nisha, your hand was covering it when I walked inâ€?, I stuck to my story.
â€œLiarâ€?, she smiled as she titled up her butt and removed her panties. I saw them roll down in slow motion. First the pubic hair peeked out, a thin bush leading up to her heavenly clit. Then the clit peeked up, all swollen and red and beating up and down like her heart was. She was so small I could hear her heart beat from near her pussy. She was rolling her panties off her legs now as I moved back a little. Then I moved forward and touched the opening.
â€œLook familiar?â€? She laughed through her heavy breathing.
It was moist, and hot and extremely soft. I caressed it sensually and rubbed my finger up and down. She was moaning now and her breathing had gotten faster. I was moving my hands all over it, through the soft thin pubic hair and all over the clit. I then moved up and started to kiss her again, rubbing her boobs gently and moving my cock all over her pussy. My pre-cum was all over it and we were just violently making out. I moved my fingers all over her body and caressed her tits.
This went on for a little while. Then I decided I will finally try and fulfill my fetish. I stopped kissing and moved down towards her pussy. I just had to lick the fresh, untouched cunt of hers. It just called my name as it huffed and puffed up and down.
She gasped as I slowly moved my tongue through her cleavage, then over her stomach and down towards her clit and licked her pubic hair.
â€œBhai, eww, what the fuck?â€?
â€œNisha I want to lick it, you are an angel!â€?
â€œPagal ho gaye ho kiya?â€? (have you lost your mind?)
Oral sex is extremely taboo in Indian culture. I think she knew about that. Besides, this being her first sexual experience, she didnâ€™t know what to do and what to make of my actions. Besides, I didnâ€™t want to bone her and get her pregnant either. The only way for me to pleasure her was to go down on her and lick her dry.
â€œNisha, just sit back and relax! Ok?â€? I said forcefully and headed downwards.
I moved my tongue all around her pussy sides, tasting her delicious pre-cum as it oozed out in droves, responding to the movements of my tongue. I was licking every little millimeter, my mouth firmly planted on the clit, and my tongue moving inside of it. Her â€œoohs and aaaahsâ€? had become louder as I lapped up and down her pussy like a cat drinking milk. I could have sworn if mom and dad were even at the front door, they would have heard us here from there. I just threw that thought out of my mind and focused on the job at hand.
She was getting comfortable with my tongue now and her pussy and my tongue were moving in a rhythm. I moved behind and licked her asshole clean. She was moaning much loudly now but I didnâ€™t slow down. I wanted her to have the time of her life and I wanted her to know how much her bhai loved her and how long he had lusted after her. I also wanted her to enjoy this so she came back to me and realize that what a manâ€™s tongue can provide, her fingers couldnâ€™t replicate. Slowly she began to get tense.
I knew her orgasm was near. I continued to lap at her delicious pussy. Her moans had turned into yells. My tongue was an about half and inch inside her pussy now and I was twirling it around. Her pussy was so tight, that even though she had her legs fully parted, I was having a hard time taking my tongue further inside. I grabbed her tits and played with her nipples. I was half off the bed and half on it. She shook violently, parted her legs even farther, her pussy jerked up and then she let out a huge shriek.
â€œOh shit! Zor se!!!!!!!â€? (faster)
I took my finger and pushed her cunt up a bit so I could dig my tongue inside her clit even further.
â€œChod do bhai apni behen ko!â€? (fuck your sister harder!)
She continued to tense up and talk dirty.
â€œHai mein mar gayeeâ€¦ oooooooohhhhh!â€? (oh you are killing me!)
I continued to lap at her pussy and twirl my tongue around inside her clit. I was now fingering her asshole and I could sense her time was near.
â€œOooiiiii ahhhhhhhhhhh, chod do mujhe, hayyyy meri phudy!â€? (fuck me, fuck my pussy!)
And then she came. Her red hot pussy curved up, took a huge jerk and just exploded onto my face. Her delicious cum just burst out and hit my mouth as I took it in. I then got up and kissed her lips violently, letting her taste her own cum. She licked around her lips.
â€œOh shit , oh man!â€? She panted as she continued to jerk.
â€œThis is the hardest I have cum in my life bhai!â€? she was still short of breath, â€œyou are amazing! Meri phuddy itni zor se bahar ko aye ke kiya battaoon, dekho kitni laal ho gayee!â€? she giggled. (I came so forcefully! Look my pussy is all red!)
I crept up and hugged her naked body tight. We lay there for a while, kissing and cuddling.
â€œKaisa taste tha?â€? She asked. (how did I taste?)
â€œBuhat achaâ€¦ It was delicious!â€? I replied.
â€œAise phuddy ko choostay bhi hain larkay? Waise mujhe maza buhat ayaâ€?. (guys lick girlsâ€™ pussies like that? I enjoyed it a lot though)
â€œHaan aur kiya. Aur larkian bhi lun choosti hain larkon ke!â€? (of course, and girls suck guys dicks too)
â€œchi chi chiâ€?, she laughed jokingly. (eww!) â€œAaj aap ne mujhe buhat kuch sikha diya Bhai!!â€? (you taught me a lot today)
â€œNisha I love you,â€? I murmured.
â€œI love you too bhaiâ€?. She said.
I planned in my head. Next stop: fucking her tender juicy pussy that I had just licked. And I had a feeling she wonâ€™t say no.
Ever since I went down on her, my little sister Nisha and I had become quite open with each other but an opportunity to further our fun never presented itself. I always envisioned her naked and she probably thought about my cock too but we never really got it on. She got busy with school, I found a job and somehow, our schedules never matched. Hard to believe but we never even touched each other after that for about a couple of months. We never found time alone and mom and dad or somebody else was always there.
Even if we found a short amount of time alone, I didnâ€™t want to pressurize her into doing anything really quick. First, I didnâ€™t know if she would be willing to do it, and then I didnâ€™t want to get caught either. She hadnâ€™t given me any signals and I was kind of getting worried. One day, however, all my worries were quelled.
It was her birthday. We were throwing a little party for her and all her friends and some of our relatives were invited. As Indian girls do, she was planning to dress up for the occasion in a traditional manner. All of her friends were going to wear Indian clothes and get made up in a traditional style. Indian make-up includes Henna tattoos as an essential element.
To understand what happened this day between me and her, it is really important to understand the concept of Henna tattoos.
For those of you not familiar with Henna tattoos, I will explain a bit. Henna tattoos are temporary decorations done on the body with a natural paste made with leaves from a special kind of tree. The designs are usually made on the hands and feet. After the wet paste is applied to the body, it takes about 4 or 5 hours for it to dry and then it peels off by itself, leaving behind beautiful traditional designs on the body. During these 4-5 hours, girls usually either go to sleep or relax somewhere since they donâ€™t want the paste to be moved and the designs to get ruined. If they need to go to the bathroom, they either go and reapply the paste if it was moved, and if they donâ€™t want to take that chance, they just donâ€™t go! They cannot touch anything or wash their hands.
So she and her friends decided to get these tattoos done on their bodies. They all went to their favorite beauty salon and got the paste applied to their hands, arms and feet. Nisha came home around 2 o clock in the afternoon with Henna on her arms. She was getting very agitated since she wasnâ€™t able to use her hands and feet too much and it was afternoon so she couldnâ€™t really go to sleep either. Every time she had to go to the bathroom, she was taking mom with her who would slide down her shalwar (lose Indian pajamas), look the other way while she peed and then helped her put it back on. Needless to say poor Nisha couldnâ€™t defecate while the wet Henna was on her hands. I was getting aroused just by the thought of mom undressing Nisha and seeing her grown daughter naked. Nisha and mom of course did not have any of these thoughts in mind since they were just following a routine.
It was about 4 hours left in the party and the set up was almost complete. It was then, that my luck struck gold!
Mom and dad suddenly realized that they had forgotten to get fresh roses for the party, which they would use to hang on walls and put on the tables, and even shower the birthday girl (my sis Nisha) with rose petals in a traditional Indian manner. They asked me to drive to downtown Boston to get roses but I was busy decorating the walls, and I also had to wait for the catering people to arrive and arrange the food. Mom wanted dad to go buy the roses but she was afraid he would get dry ones and might even pay too much. Without thinking anything, I suggested that they both go and get the roses, while I decorated the house and waited for the food caterers. Nisha obviously couldnâ€™t do anything since she had Henna on her hands and was waiting for it to dry so the prints came out as dark and clear as possible. Mom and dad took my advice and left to get the roses.
Nisha was watching TV in the living room and I was cleaning up and putting the decorations on the walls. As horny as I was being alone in her presence, I knew she had the Henna on her hands and was in no mood to touch anything, let alone make sexual contact! We were just making small talk as she hung around and I was busy doing my stuff, when she suddenly said:
â€œBhai I have to use the bathroomâ€?
â€œThen go use it,â€? I said without thinking.
â€œUm.. Hello! I have this mehndi (another name for Henna) on my hands.â€? She said.
â€œSo?â€? I pretended as if I didnâ€™t understand.
â€œIf I touch anything, the Henna will move and the design will be ruined,â€? she explained.
â€œNisha then canâ€™t you just wash the Henna off? Itâ€™s been so long, the design is dark enough I think.â€?
â€œNo way bhai. There is still a couple of hours left till I wash it off or it dries by itself.â€? She said.
â€œOh ok, but then how will you go use the bathroom?â€? I asked matter-of-factly.
â€œBhai, can you please help me go?â€? She dropped the bomb!
I knew she loved it when I had licked her pussy but she hadnâ€™t given me any signals ever since and I was kind of getting worried there would be none of that stuff happening between us again. Was this a signal? Did she want another sexual encounter?
â€œNâ€¦ Nisha, you meanâ€¦ take you to the bathroom and help you inside??â€? I stuttered.
She started to laugh.
â€œTu aur kiya?â€? (What else, dummy)
â€œOhh.. okâ€?, I was still stammering.
â€œYes Bhai, just like Mom. Just come with me, I canâ€™t touch anything, you can raise my qameez (long Indian shirt), lower my shalwar (Indian pajamas), I will pee and then you can help me tie the shalwar back.â€? She explained.
â€œAre you sure you are ok with it?â€? I asked.
â€œPagal,â€? she giggled. â€œOf course, aap mere bhayya hain!â€? (You are my loving brother!)
Even thought there were no taboos remaining between us, I wanted to make sure she was OK with it because I didnâ€™t want to appear too horny or desperate.
â€œChalo theek hai Nishaâ€?, I said candidly. (OK Nisha, letâ€™s go).
â€œThank you Bhai, I love youâ€¦â€? she walked over and gave me a peck on my cheek.
We then started walking towards the bathroom. She was ahead of me and I was staring at her sweet ass. I had seen it naked a month ago and how I had longed to see it again! She started first and tried to clear the air:
â€œBhai donâ€™t worry, it is nothing you havenâ€™t seen before.â€? She referred to our first sexual episode. â€œMein jahan se pee karoongi, aap ne uss ko chata bhi thaâ€?. (You licked the spot where I pee from)
This was a demeaning comment, I didnâ€™t know what to say and I was kind of pissed. It wasnâ€™t funny to me.
â€œOk ok chalo chalo, jaldi karo.â€? I said. (hurry up, I donâ€™t have much time. ) I was acting like this was routine and I wasnâ€™t interested. Indian girls like it when the guy plays a little hard to get. Or so I thought at the time.
She laughed and let me open the bathroom door. I turned the light on and lowered the seat for her. She walked in and turned around so she could face me. I was a little hesitant and was staring at her, waiting for her cue. She said:
â€œShalwar utaro na Bhai, jaldi se! mujhe karna hai jaldiâ€?. (take my pajamas off quickly brother, I have to really pee!)
â€œOk ok Nisha!â€? Saying this, I lifted her long Indian dress shirt up and put it above her shoulders. Her bra-covered tits were visible now as the hem of her shirt was now all the way up. Her cute little belly button was right there and I was just staring at it. I noticed her breathing had increased. I kept staring at her boobs and the flat stomach when she yelled:
â€œAray jaldi karo warna shalwar mein nikal jayega!!!â€? (Hurry if you donâ€™t want me to pee in my pants!)
I broke my trance, untied her shalwar and let it drop. The lose pajamas just feel to the floor and now her panties were visible. I smelled the smell of heaven again just like I had a couple of months ago. I wanted to see her pussy again!
â€œNisha, the panties?â€?
â€œYes bhai, I canâ€™t pee with them on now, can I?â€? she said sarcastically.
I was still hesitant.
â€œMein udhar muun kar luun?â€? I asked. (should I turn away?)
â€œUFF! Bhai! Aap ne pehle dekha tha mujhe nanga! Hain na?â€? She said, frustrated at my timidness. (Geez bro! Didnâ€™t you see me naked before? Did I say anything?)
â€œNo,â€? I said in a low voice.
â€œTheek hai jaldi utaro phir,â€? she urged. (OK then take my panties off already)â€¦ â€œpagal!â€? (you are crazy), she said.
My breathing had increased and so did hers. I grabbed the top of her black lace panties and started to pull them down slowly. They rolled off her ass but this time, unlike the previous time, the pubic hair didnâ€™t show up at the top. Oh my!!! She had shaved! Why would she shave if she didnâ€™t want her dear brother to lick her again? And why would she wear these sexy black lace panties if she didnâ€™t want her dear bhayya (bro) to take her right there? Oh yes! These were all signals. She wanted me.
She was totally clean. As I rolled her panties down, I saw the line of her pussy become visible. It was wet and swollen red. She was horny! Why wouldnâ€™t she be? She was in the presence of her dear brother who had licked her dry just a few weeks ago and whom she had confessed to that she had the greatest orgasm of her life. The panties were off now and were near her ankles. I was entranced by the clear shot of my sisterâ€™s pussy right in front of my eyes. I was literally 6 inches away from this doorway to heaven that I had sucked before. The smell was sweet, and oh so inviting.
She quietly saw the panties roll of and sat down on the toilet seat. I moved my hand around her back so I could lift the back of her long shirt above her shoulders also. Doing so, I brushed her ass. She let out a little sigh, I was staring at her pussy and she was sitting down, this was so hot:
â€œok I am gonna pee nowâ€?, she declared and out came the stream of yellow pee from her pee hole. I was amazed. The pee slowly came out but she was done in only about 10-15 seconds. She didnâ€™t have to pee too much!!! This was all a set up. And I knew it all along.
â€œBuss Nisha?â€? I asked. (thatâ€™s it Nisha?)
â€œHaan to aur kiya. Bhaiâ€¦ mere pyaray bhaiâ€¦ iss ko poonch do na tissue ley ke?â€? (yes, bro, my dear bro, can you please wipe it off a little bit with some toilet paper)
This was crazy! I was amazed at how horny she was and how dirty she could get. My sister was slowly turning into a young and dirty little whore.
I grabbed a couple of toilet paper pieces and made a thick set. All this while, she had her hands raised above her head since she had the Henna on her hands. She couldnâ€™t touch anything at all.
I took the toilet paper and touched her pussy with it. I made sure it absorbed as much piss as it could. When I felt the other side of my finger get a little wet, I stopped and threw that toilet paper into the bowl. Then I looked up at her.
â€œbhai abhi bhi geela hai, saaf karo do na pleaseâ€¦â€? (it is still wait, bro please can you wipe it more?)
I knew her pussy was pretty dry but I wasnâ€™t about to say no to this! I grabbed some more toilet paper and touched her pussy again. This time, I didnâ€™t press in to dry it, but I rubbed the toilet paper up and down. She moaned. I could see her pussy was on fire now. It was throbbing up and down and it was very red. But I was in a teasing mood. I stopped.
â€œbhayya karo na saaf!â€? she begged. (clean it more!)
â€œNisha, it is already dry!â€? I teased.
â€œBhayya! Come on!!! Hai na geeliiâ€¦dekho â€œ (bro come on pleaseâ€¦ it is still wet! Look!)â€¦ she was moaning now.
â€œGeeli hai? Haan dikhao,â€? (Oh is it wet? Lemme see), I said and hunched over.
I put my hand on the top part of her clit and rubbed it gently. I lifted up her throbbing wet pussy. It was wet with pussy juice and pre-cum. She was still holding her hands raised above her head and moaning loudly. I rubbed the sides of her pussy and probed it all over. It was totally devoid of pee but wet with pre-cum oozing out of her clit in anticipation of sexual activity. Man this was hot!
â€œNisha pee tu nahi hai ab lekin phudy geeli hai tumhari,â€? I said. (Nisha there is no pee but your pussy is still wet).
It was crazy how we were teasing each other with this ridiculous conversation and only delaying the inevitable. But I realized the build up, foreplay and setting the mood are essential parts of sex in Indian culture. It is much more enjoyable that way and the principles of Kama sutra also stress the set up before sex. The man and the woman have to be highly teased and highly sexed up before they cut to the chase and have actual intercourse. I believe this is the reason why impotence rates in India and in the East in general are much low, since they stress the build up so much and sex is considered to be the apex of pleasure, not a means to gain pleasure. An orgasm is holy and cherished and shouldnâ€™t be wasted. Often both partners have most fun this way and no external toys are needed. At least those are my observations and experiences. I may be wrong.
â€œBhai pussy geeli hai phir mein panty kaisey pehnuungi?â€? she asked in an innocent manner. (How can I wear my panties if my pussy is still wet?)
â€œAao mein andar jaa ke ponch duun?â€? (You want to come inside the bedroom, I will dry it there?), I asked.
â€œAndar kiya karogay?â€? (What will you do inside?), she asked, puzzled.
â€œBuss bed pe tum lait jana, takay mein neechay sey achi tarah dekh luun, theek hai?â€?, I replied. (I will put you on the bed so I can have a better view and clean it properly, ok?).
This conversation was getting silly and I think she was sick of it too, she just wanted her pussy to the quelled of the throbbing agony it was in! So she agreed:
â€œOk theek hai, mere haath bhi thuk gaye hain,â€? she confirmed. (Ok, fine, my arms are tired too, I am sick of holding them up like this because of the Henna!)
She got up and stepped out of the lose shalwar (pajamas). Then she looked at me, as if asking what I was waiting for. I bent over and helped her step out of her panties. As she stood up, her long Indian shirt feel off her shoulders and its hem was now covering her crotch and ass. I could see her sexy legs from where the shirt ended.
â€œBhai please yeh qameez utaar do gey? Mein nahi chahti key eh bhi wet ho jaye neechay lag keyâ€? (Bro can you pleasetake off my shirt? I donâ€™t want it to get wet if it touches my pussy).
â€œSure,â€? I said and helped her take the shirt off, all the while being careful it didnâ€™t touch her hands so the Henna didnâ€™t get ruined.
She was now standing naked in front of me, with only her bra on and her shaved pussy staring at me, calling my name.
â€œChalein?â€? she asked. (Letâ€™s go?)
â€œAaoâ€?, I said (Letâ€™s go.)
I put my hands on her shoulders and gently walked her to the bedroom. Her pussy was so wet that it was dripping pre-cum and some pre-cum oozed out and fell on the bathroom floor. I figured I would clean it later.
I was now walking behind her naked ass, with my cock throbbing inside my pants. I was wearing lose jeans and a t-shirt. I helped her lay down on her bed, flat on her back with her hands above her head to protect the Henna.
â€œBhai aap kitney achay ho, I love you. Ammi to kuch bhi help nahi karteen, aisey he geela chor deti hain,â€? she said in a low voice, almost moaning with anticipation. (Bhai I love you, you are so nice! Mom doesnâ€™t help me at all when I have Henna on my hands. After I pee, she doesnâ€™t even dry me and just leaves me like that).
â€œNisha I love you too and I wanna do anything to make you happy.â€? I smiled.
â€œBhai dekho zara na kitni geeli huun mein,â€? she moaned. (Bro look how wet I am! Clean me!)
â€œZara tangein kholo, dekhnay do,â€? I said wickedly. (Spread your legs a little so I can get a better view).
The sister after whom I had lusted after for so many years was now spreading her legs for me open wide and I had a clean view of her doorway to heaven. It smelled fresh and sweet, so lickable and seducible. It was throbbing lusciously, up and down, with her breathing, waiting for me to enter it and give it the ultimate kind of pleasure.
She spread her legs, I came closer to â€˜lookâ€™ and sank my mouth in to her pussy! I couldnâ€™t wait any longer! Enough was enough!
â€œAray Aray Aray! Kiya kar rahay ho bhai?,â€? (whoa bro what are you doing?) She let out a huge moan which was a mixture of pain and pleasure, her giggling made my cock throb inside my pants.
â€œPhudy saaf karney do Nisha!â€? (let me clean your pussy Nisha!) I yelled as I panted and went down again.
I licked and lapped like a dog, my face buried inside her crotch. My tongue was now way inside her hole and I was drinking all her cum that oozed out. I was licking the sides of the pussy, twisting my tongue inside and tasting every single millimeter of it. Her moans were becoming louder and louder. She was practically yelling:
â€œAhh! Ooooeeeee, meri ammaaa, haii,â€? she yelled.
I kept sucking away till her body tensed up. I knew she was close to cumming now. She let out a huge shriek, and came full force into my face. Her pussy hit my nose as she sprayed her juices all over my face.
â€œOh God! Bhayya!â€? she moaned.
â€œNisha I love youâ€?
â€œAahhhhhhh! Bhai I love you too!!!â€? she panted.
Her body was still experiencing the after shocks of the orgasm and she was trying to bend her face and lick her bra covered tits. She had Henna on her hands and couldnâ€™t use them at all.
I got out from under her pussy and smiled:
â€œMaza aya?â€? (Had fun?)
She smiled too:
â€œBhayya aap buhat buray ho! Aise saaf kartey hain? Muun se?â€? (Bro you are so bad! Is this how you clean up? You lick it off?)
I smiled at her. She was now resting calmly on her back. This time was going to be different. I think she realized it too that I had helped her cum twice and I hadnâ€™t gotten off myself. Did she want to pay me back for the favors I had done to her?
â€œI love your taste Nishaâ€?, I said seductively, staring at her pussy while she noticed the hard on I had bulging out of my pants. She immediately turned her attention to it.
â€œBhai aap ka lun bhi geela hota hai?â€? (Bro does your dick get wet too?) She asked in her usual innocent manner.
â€œHaan buhat, dekho!â€? (Yes, very, look) I said and showed her the wet patch on my crotch.
â€œItna ziada?â€? she laughed shyly. (So much?)
â€œHaan dekho meri pant geeli kar dee salay nay, itna sukht aur geela haiâ€? I laughed too. (Yeah the bastard made my pants all wet it is so hard and wet!)
â€œHaan mein bhi buhat geeli thee, shayed issi ko dekh ke!â€? she smiled wickedly. (Yes, because I was so wet too, thatâ€™s why your cock got wet)
â€œNisha your pussy is so lickable, I want to eat it all the time.â€? We were really talking dirty now.
â€œYeah you told me itâ€™s deliciousâ€?, she giggled and continued, â€œBhai aap ka lun buhat sukht ho raha hai, zara dikhao toâ€?. (Bro your cock is so hard, it is about to burst out of your pants, lemme see).
I was waiting for her cue. The build up so far was going just fine, and it was all consensual. Actually, she was kind of leading the way, which was OK by me! I didnâ€™t want to force her into anything she didnâ€™t want.
As of now, I was standing near the foot of the bed while she was spread naked on it except for her bra. As soon as she asked to see my dick, I got closer and started to unzip my pants. I let them fall down, then took off my t-shirt and then went for my boxer shorts which were barely holding my cock in.
Last time I had surprised her with my peeking cock, but this time she didnâ€™t want any surprises. She wanted to hold it, caress it, take care of it herself like her brother had done to her, but she had the Henna on her hands. I stepped out of my boxers and let my cock throb in open air. It was vibrating up and down, as if it was breathing on its own.
â€œBhai qareeb ao,â€? she said in a hoarse voice. (Come closer bro)
I moved in as she was staring intently at my dick.
â€œHaan yeh to buhat geela ho raha hai, mein ponch deti lekin mere hathon pe to mehndi lagi hai,â€? she said staring at my dick. (Yeah it is so wet and hard, I would wipe it for you but I have Henna on my hands)
â€œHaan,â€? I said in a hoarse voice. (Yes). I had to say something to keep it going.
â€œKaisa taste ho ga iss ka?â€? (how would it taste?), she wondered out aloud.
â€œI donâ€™t know Nisha,â€? I laughed, â€œBut I do know your pussy tastes better than thisâ€¦â€?
â€œWell, I will be the judge of that Bhai,â€? she answered and then without waiting a second, lowered her head.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I saw her head moving towards the head of my prick. Within seconds, her pink rosy lips were sucking on my shaft, and moving up and down the uncut head. The heat and wetness from her mouth and the pre-cum I was secreting made my cock slippery and smooth.
This was the first time she was sucking on a manâ€™s penis and she was great at it. My experience says that inexperienced people give the best blow jobs since they lick all over. And thatâ€™s exactly what Nisha was doing. Unable to use her hands, which were covered with Henna, her mouth was all she had.
â€œMmmm. Salty,â€? she mimicked me, recalling the comments I had made when I had first licked her pussy.
She was moving my foreskin back with her lips and her tongue was piercing my tip, sending waves of thrill up and down my spine. She wanted to lick the meat inside the foreskin of my uncut cock, and taste the area where all the nerve endings met, just like I had done to her.
As she was bent over, licking my cock, I was moving my hands behind her back, un-hooking her black lace bra. She was peeking up with her beautiful dark brown eyes as she was moving her rosy lips up and down and all around my large and wet prick, when suddenly, she stopped.
â€œBhai yeh itna lamba lora choti see phudy mein kaisey jata hai?â€? she asked, continuing her silly and innocent questions. (How would a cock this long go into a little pussy?)
â€œTumhari jaisee choti si phudy, Nisha?â€? (A little pussy like yours, Nisha?) I joked.
She felt kind of shy as her cheeks went red.
â€œKoi bhi phudy bhayya!â€? (Any pussy bro!), she said in a shy voice.
â€œPata nahi Nisha, I have never put it inside a pussy,â€? I said honestly, â€œMaybe it only goes in half way.â€?
â€œWould it hurt?â€? she was contemplating taking it in. â€œWow!â€? I thought.
â€œI doubt it Nisha. How could something this pleasurable hurt at all?â€? I tried to level the ground.
In our conversations, we were both slowly rationalizing sex. This was blowing my mind as I could feel the nerves on the side of my head pumping like crazy.
â€œBhai mein buhat thuk gayee huun, mujhey letna hai. Aap meri back massae kar do gay?â€™ she asked. (Bhai I am so tired with all this Henna on my hands, can you give me a back massage?)
I wasnâ€™t about to say no to that:
She got up from her crawling position and laid down back flat on her back, totally naked. It was funny how was sucking on my cock just a few seconds ago and was now flip-flopping to a back massage. It was painfully obvious. She wanted to taste how my cock felt inside her burning pussy. And I was too much of a dork to take charge.
I got on top of the bed and started to rub her back. I was on my side naked, and my dripping, wet cock was rubbing against her thighs. I massaged her back and gave her a kiss on her neck. She moaned.
I got on top of her from the back. The time had come. She knew it. I knew it. There was no use beating about the bush. She was too timid to say it but I couldnâ€™t take it anymore. I know she was scared too. This was incest! In an Indian conservative household nonetheless. But Iâ€™d rather have sex with my precious little sister than let her fall victim to some of the other guys out there. Iâ€™d rather break her in myself than have her experience it with someone who doesnâ€™t even love her. I loved her!
I was now rubbing her neck, and moving my cock up and down her ass crack as she was moaning. I could see her throbbing light brown lips pussy from the back, completely devoid of hair. She still had her arms spread out up front to protect the Henna paste. I unhooked her bra without asking her, and pulled it from under her. She said:
â€œBhai ek minuteâ€? (just a second bhai).
Then she motioned me to move. I moved myself from the top of her and she switched sides, now she was laying flat on her back, with her tits staring at me and her naked pussy inviting me in with her legs spread and her arms spread out wide because of the Henna. Without wasting a moment, I crawled on top of her and just like the last time, planted a huge French kiss on her lips, slipping my tongue down her throat, letting her lick it. My hands were on her tits and my cock about to enter the doorway to heaven. I was all ready to go in, the opening was very visible and my cock had found it. We were both making panting and moaning sounds as I kissed her and played with her large nipples. My cock was having a very hard time entering her virgin clit.
She had masturbated a lot but apparently she had only been rubbing it. She had never inserted anything in there. Well, she was about to! And her dear bhaiâ€™s cock was going to be the first foreign object to enter the sweet hole. I was violently moving my cock up and down her pussy lips. Our cum juices were thoroughly mixed by now. Her pre-cum oozing out of her wet pussy and mine blasting out in droves out of my throbbing cock. She had her legs open wide, as far as she could, to let her loving brotherâ€™s huge cock in without resistance. She was panting and I was moaning with pleasure, licking on her rosy pink lips and switching to her soft cotton nipples. As my cock parted her pussy lips, she yelled out:
â€œAaaaaaaaaahhh, yeh kaisa dard hai!?â€? (what kind of a pain is this?Huh)
â€œNisha just remember I love you more than anyone else in this world!,â€? I gasped.
â€œNisha meri pyari janu, it feels so good! Ahhhâ€¦â€?
Her pussy lips were as far apart as they had ever been. My cock was about half way inside her pussy. I didnâ€™t want to hurt her, and plus, I was really timid. I didnâ€™t want anything unexpected to happen, and she was yelling really loud.
â€œMaar dala! Chod diya!â€? (You killed me! You are fucking me!)
She kept screaming:
â€œBehenchod! Fuck me! Fuck meâ€¦ ahhhâ€¦ ooooohhhhiiiiiâ€¦â€? (you bloody sister-fucker! Fuck me, fuck me!)
She was cursing at me but she now had my cock thoroughly buried inside her pussy and had closed her legs tighter so I couldnâ€™t take it out. She wanted it! The cursing was only part of the pleasure. I kept moving my hips back and forth on top of her bed, which was about to break, it was so weak.
â€œHai meri choti si phudy! Ab kiya hogaaaaaaaa!â€? she screamed! (Oh my little pussy and what will I do now!!)
â€œNisha I will be gentle now, ok?â€? I kind of got scared as I continued to ram her pussy.
â€œNO! DONâ€™T YOU DARE!â€? she panted, â€œFUCK ME!â€? she continued to shriek:
â€œFuck me like an animal! Fuck your little sister like a whore you behenchod!â€?
â€œNishaaaaaaaâ€¦â€? I moaned.
â€œChodo mujhe! Chod dalo!â€? (fuck me! Keep fucking me)
I was ramming her cunt violently, trying to bury my cock as deep as possible. As our crotches collided, they made a loud thumping sound.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Oooohs and AAhhhs!
I was fucking my own sister. Having sex with the angel I loved and grew up lusting after and was begging me to fuck her like a slut!
â€œPhar dala meri chuut ko!â€? (You tore up my pussy!)
I was SO aroused at her talking this dirty that it is hard to explain. My cock had reached its largest girth ever and I could feel the veins pumping inside her pussy. She and I were moving in a rhythm, pleasuring each other with our sex organs, giving our all, laying it all out. I was about to explode.
â€œNâ€¦Nishaâ€¦ Nisha! I am gonnaâ€¦â€?
â€œNO!!!! PULL OUT! PULL OUT!â€? she screamed at the top of her lungs! â€œNIKLO PHUDDY SE!â€?
She was screaming for me to pull out but her legs were still tight. Her pussy didnâ€™t want to let go. My cock jerked. As soon as I was about to cum and I was opening my mouth to scream, she let go. I guess she felt the vibration.
I shrieked: â€œAAHH!â€?
I pulled my cock out with a snap in her pussy. I could see her moist pussy lips glistening with my cum as I splattered all over her parted lips and stomach. The huge explosion reached her tits, face and eyes. She licked whatever landed on her lips.
She was still moaning â€œoohhh and ahhhâ€? on her back while I was standing on my knees on top of her watching her lick my cum off her lips and chest. I had just pulled out in time. I didnâ€™t want to get her pregnant.
â€œBhai tell me which cum tastes better?â€? she said naughtily and wagged her finger at me, with my cum glistening on the tip.
Gross. Should I taste my own cum? I didnâ€™t want to piss her off, so I did.
â€œYucky! Eww!â€? I said and laughed. â€œNisha your cum is the best tasting cum on the planet!â€?
Saying this, I threw myself on top of her and hugged her naked body tight. We cuddled and talked about how great it was to finally have sex. She expressed some regret but it was really minor.
It took me weeks to figure out why. Later on I learned that she wasnâ€™t a virgin when we had sex. This is why her hymen never broke and I didnâ€™t see any blood! She was also on the pill, and little did I know at the time that even pre-cum is enough to get girls pregnant. All her insistence on pulling out was a cover up! I also found out how she was a whore and had been fucking around. But I didnâ€™t mind that one bit, as long as I got a piece of the pie.