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GULNAZ KA PYAAR
By
Seema
Chapter 1 ‘Asraa’
1
As the black Mercedes left the airport, situated on the outskirt of the city and took the road to reach other side of the city. The main road leaving the city towards north soon could fool anyone that it was leading into wilderness once countryside was finished. If one travelled another fifty-five ‘slow drive’ kilometres one would find a sign of a private farm ‘Asraa’ alongside another sign that indicated a food processing industrial base another five kilometres further. In between if one travelled that way a beautiful private golf course would entice anyone who could hit a golf ball some distance.
Following the road that led through beautiful open green farming land, then through managed woodlands as it would seem that soon road would finish. Driving past the heavily wooded curve one would suddenly arrive in an vast open driveway in front of an enormous sprawling house which was spread over an roughly estimated two acres surrounded by another two hundred fifty or three hundred acres. The house was of a design of very personal nature. The main huge building appeared like many leaves spreading out from a main centre of a large flower if viewed from air. One could see at least four open swimming pools spread out in a random fashion. The car stopped in front of the main entrance of the house with a large open porch that flowed into a huge sliding glass doors embedded in solid wood. The floor was marble all throughout the house.
Chauffeur came out and opened the door as the lights came on and setting sun bathed the whole house with exotic colours of orange and red so typical of winter evenings. Driver respectfully helped the passenger to come out of the plush back seat of the luxury car. The woman gracefully floated out of the car and stood silently admiring the beautiful colours of nature. As chauffeur took out the shopping, soon three more servants joined him. All three after smiling and wishing their mistress who smiled most affectionately back, rushed out to give him a hand. The chauffeur left them to the chores and stood silently close to her mistress discreetly behind. The chauffeur was Bakul Jamal who was very stocky and looked every bit a heavy weight wrestler. Bakul had been in service for almost thirty years and now was fifty-two years old. He was assigned to his mistress soon after she married his master Akbar Jahangir Khan as a young, vivacious, gentle bride of few months short of twenty years. Bakul looked at the graceful form of Gulnaz Mehrun Khan who stood about five feet and six inches tall. Her full body was wrapped in a light blue sari. Gulnaz had most beautiful face that did not need any adornment or artificial chemical help. Her skin was radiantly fair and glowed in the evening sun. Her light brown eyes shone with generosity and love that was well known to all who knew her or came in contact with her. Her face always seemed to smile and it brought attention to her exquisitely beautiful nose that seems to accentuate that mystical smile. Her beautiful neck flowed into her rounded shoulders and full, large bosom. She wore a short sleeve blouse of darker shade of yellow to match her sari. Her blouse dipped elegantly to suggest the top of the slope of her generously large soft breasts, which were barely contained by a soft cotton bra. The slope of her large breasts even in a bra and blouse only heightened the natural divine beauty that she possessed and had passed on to her children. Her beautiful, fair skinned rounded arms were folded regally under her bosom .Her sari barely hid her rounded full waist that showed her full life and scant regard for skin and bone concept of womanly body. Her sari was filled with her fertile, full hips as a signature of a woman whose body screamed vitality and fertility and over and above all a beauty that you could admire untiringly. Gulnaz would turn forty five in five months and people found it hard to believe that she had three children, a girl of nearly twenty –one years of age and twin sons who would soon be twenty-three.
Bakul took the shawl out of the car and respectfully draped it over Gulnaz’s shoulders, “Madam, winter is arriving. Evenings do have a nip now.”
Gulnaz affectionately patted Bakul’s hands as he covered her shoulders with her shawl, “Bakul Bhai, thank you. I was lost in thoughts,” Gulnaz never addressed their long serving trusted help casually, “Shanu baytee would soon leave our house. She was a little girl running around with little care not so long ago. She will now belong to her new family.” Gulnaz sighed softly making her breasts swell in manner that would test the resolve of even a celibate monk.
Bakul nodded his head in quiet understanding and escorted his mistress inside. Gulnaz walked through the sliding doors and entered the huge hall that took various routes to in all fifteen suites each an independent unit with two to four bedrooms, study, kitchen, and living room. However, Gulnaz ran the house from central kitchen with overflowing number of servants who sometimes tripped on one another trying to be helpful.
The main house was surrounded by different outer rim of servant quarters. The hall led into three living areas of immense dimensions and a huge dining area, which could seat forty people. Despite their large family, the capacity was never tested. Bakul waited respectfully until Gulnaz glided inside the hall and then turned back. The main house help, Shabnam, soon joined Gulnaz and informed her that her father called. Gulnaz beamed at her, a plump pleasant woman who had been in their service for twenty years and was now well past her forty years and her children were in college and her husband was also an employee of the family and worked in the food-processing farm, “Madam shall I fill the bath for you. You do not have to worry about the dinner.”
“That would be very nice, thanks Shabbo, I will ring back Abba in the meantime. Has sahib come back from office.” Gulnaz could make anyone her slave with her soft, gentle voice. Shabnam followed Gulnaz and replied, “Madam I have not seen him so far.”
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Gulnaz waved the question away as irrelevant making her Shabnam less conscious that she could not be sure if her husband was back from work. Gulnaz and her Shabnam entered her personal suite. The main entrance opened into a living space, which led to a dining area with six-seat dining table. The large sliding door led to another living cum study area, which had four en suite bedrooms. Gulnaz floated through into her main bedroom, which was in keeping with the rest of the house huge. Shabnam promptly went inside the enormous en suite to fill the bath with warm water and mixed aromatic salts and oil.
Gulnaz picked up the cordless phone in one hand and effortlessly took her sari off with one hand making it a breathtakingly sensual vision if there was man to appreciate it. She dialled her father’s number and waited eagerly like a child to hear his deep voice. The ringtone kept on until the answering machine kicked in asking to leave a message. Gulnaz’s face showed her disappointment and she softly whispered, “Abbu it’s me,” and disconnected.
Gulnaz walked with the phone in to the bathroom. The bath was nearly full the whole bathroom was filled with the sweet smell of the salts and oil mixed in the bath water. Shabnam without any hesitation slowly came towards Gulnaz and started to unbutton her blouse. She had served Gulnaz for over twenty years and both had become very close over the years as she helped Gulnaz with her pregnancies and other personal events. Gulnaz had suggested that Shabnam should have sex with Akbar when Gulnaz was heavily pregnant with twins and in the last months of pregnancy. Shabnam had expressed during girly talk her incredulity at Akbar’s penis size. After her having her first sexual tryst with Akbar she gushed his praises to very pregnant and proud Gulnaz.
As Shabnam removed the blouse, rolling it off Gulnaz’s full arms exposing her majestic breasts barely covered by a cotton bra. Shabnam unclasped the bra and let it fall off her mistress’s heavy, very large full breasts as they sloped and hung down with their own weight making even Shabnam feel a warm rush between her legs. Shabnam rolled the bra off Gulnaz’s arms and threw it on the floor. She removed the clips from the bun holding Gulnaz’s lustrous long wavy dark hair. The rich wavy hair fell in a thick cascade to her full, bulging bottom. Shabnam moved in front of Gulnaz and saw her beautiful large, heavy breast sloping towards her belly which bulged ever so sexily suggesting a life of fulfilled, fertile woman who enjoyed her life to full. Her waist had a soft extra small roll just above her voluptuous bottom covered in a yellow cotton petticoat. Shabnam undid the tying cord and the petticoat slithered down her round, full buttocks exposing her thunder thighs and white cotton panty. Her thighs were full and showed dimpling on upper thigh and bottom which if anything accentuated her voluptuous divine beauty. Here was a complete exquisitely beautiful woman.
Shabnam kneeled in front of Gulnaz and gently rolled her panty down exposing the thick curly dark growth covering her sweet fragrant cunt. The smell of her pussy was intoxicating even to her female housekeeper. Gulnaz regally lifted one foot after another to allow Shabnam remove her panty. Gulnaz affectionately mussed Shabnam’s hair as a token of thanks as she picked up her undergarments.
Gulnaz stepped into the bath and slowly immersed herself to her neck as she rested her head on the specially designed bath
rest. Shabnam walked back in and put a huge soft cotton fluffy towel and bathrobe close by. She put the phone on the large rim around the bathtub and told Gulnaz, “ Madam, I have arranged the dinner. You just relax. Shall I ring you when sahib is back?” Gulnaz smilingly shook her head, “Will 9:00 be ok for dinner? It is about six now.” Gulnaz softly closed her eyes and nodded yes.
Gulnaz sighed happily as her mind once again went over her family’s life. She had found herself ruminating more and more since they had decided the final date. Shahnaz, everyone called her Shanu, was going to marry her third cousin she met and became attached to while dong her BA at Harvard. Muhasin was the only son of a wealthy family, which moved to states long ago and continued to prosper in telecommunications. The marriage was exactly a month away. The guests have started to arrive as this would be first marriage in the family and nothing would be spared. Despite her disdain for wastage and tacky gloss Gulnaz agreed to her relatives pressure to go al out once and never again. Gulnaz looked back and almost could relive her marriage to Akbar Jahangir Khan (Aku to friends) her beloved husband as her twin sister Fawzia married his twin brother Shahabad Jahangir Khan (called Shaad affectionately). Their father Jahangir Khan rose from nothing to be a multimillionaire with intrinsic intelligent, hard work and compassion that he never lost for those who were less blessed than him. He was not an atheist but close to an agnostic. His sons took their lesson from their father and never lost the drive and now The Kay enterprise was in many big cities with investments and control in construction, steel, telecommunications, banking etc.
By
Seema
Chapter 1 ‘Asraa’
1
As the black Mercedes left the airport, situated on the outskirt of the city and took the road to reach other side of the city. The main road leaving the city towards north soon could fool anyone that it was leading into wilderness once countryside was finished. If one travelled another fifty-five ‘slow drive’ kilometres one would find a sign of a private farm ‘Asraa’ alongside another sign that indicated a food processing industrial base another five kilometres further. In between if one travelled that way a beautiful private golf course would entice anyone who could hit a golf ball some distance.
Following the road that led through beautiful open green farming land, then through managed woodlands as it would seem that soon road would finish. Driving past the heavily wooded curve one would suddenly arrive in an vast open driveway in front of an enormous sprawling house which was spread over an roughly estimated two acres surrounded by another two hundred fifty or three hundred acres. The house was of a design of very personal nature. The main huge building appeared like many leaves spreading out from a main centre of a large flower if viewed from air. One could see at least four open swimming pools spread out in a random fashion. The car stopped in front of the main entrance of the house with a large open porch that flowed into a huge sliding glass doors embedded in solid wood. The floor was marble all throughout the house.
Chauffeur came out and opened the door as the lights came on and setting sun bathed the whole house with exotic colours of orange and red so typical of winter evenings. Driver respectfully helped the passenger to come out of the plush back seat of the luxury car. The woman gracefully floated out of the car and stood silently admiring the beautiful colours of nature. As chauffeur took out the shopping, soon three more servants joined him. All three after smiling and wishing their mistress who smiled most affectionately back, rushed out to give him a hand. The chauffeur left them to the chores and stood silently close to her mistress discreetly behind. The chauffeur was Bakul Jamal who was very stocky and looked every bit a heavy weight wrestler. Bakul had been in service for almost thirty years and now was fifty-two years old. He was assigned to his mistress soon after she married his master Akbar Jahangir Khan as a young, vivacious, gentle bride of few months short of twenty years. Bakul looked at the graceful form of Gulnaz Mehrun Khan who stood about five feet and six inches tall. Her full body was wrapped in a light blue sari. Gulnaz had most beautiful face that did not need any adornment or artificial chemical help. Her skin was radiantly fair and glowed in the evening sun. Her light brown eyes shone with generosity and love that was well known to all who knew her or came in contact with her. Her face always seemed to smile and it brought attention to her exquisitely beautiful nose that seems to accentuate that mystical smile. Her beautiful neck flowed into her rounded shoulders and full, large bosom. She wore a short sleeve blouse of darker shade of yellow to match her sari. Her blouse dipped elegantly to suggest the top of the slope of her generously large soft breasts, which were barely contained by a soft cotton bra. The slope of her large breasts even in a bra and blouse only heightened the natural divine beauty that she possessed and had passed on to her children. Her beautiful, fair skinned rounded arms were folded regally under her bosom .Her sari barely hid her rounded full waist that showed her full life and scant regard for skin and bone concept of womanly body. Her sari was filled with her fertile, full hips as a signature of a woman whose body screamed vitality and fertility and over and above all a beauty that you could admire untiringly. Gulnaz would turn forty five in five months and people found it hard to believe that she had three children, a girl of nearly twenty –one years of age and twin sons who would soon be twenty-three.
Bakul took the shawl out of the car and respectfully draped it over Gulnaz’s shoulders, “Madam, winter is arriving. Evenings do have a nip now.”
Gulnaz affectionately patted Bakul’s hands as he covered her shoulders with her shawl, “Bakul Bhai, thank you. I was lost in thoughts,” Gulnaz never addressed their long serving trusted help casually, “Shanu baytee would soon leave our house. She was a little girl running around with little care not so long ago. She will now belong to her new family.” Gulnaz sighed softly making her breasts swell in manner that would test the resolve of even a celibate monk.
Bakul nodded his head in quiet understanding and escorted his mistress inside. Gulnaz walked through the sliding doors and entered the huge hall that took various routes to in all fifteen suites each an independent unit with two to four bedrooms, study, kitchen, and living room. However, Gulnaz ran the house from central kitchen with overflowing number of servants who sometimes tripped on one another trying to be helpful.
The main house was surrounded by different outer rim of servant quarters. The hall led into three living areas of immense dimensions and a huge dining area, which could seat forty people. Despite their large family, the capacity was never tested. Bakul waited respectfully until Gulnaz glided inside the hall and then turned back. The main house help, Shabnam, soon joined Gulnaz and informed her that her father called. Gulnaz beamed at her, a plump pleasant woman who had been in their service for twenty years and was now well past her forty years and her children were in college and her husband was also an employee of the family and worked in the food-processing farm, “Madam shall I fill the bath for you. You do not have to worry about the dinner.”
“That would be very nice, thanks Shabbo, I will ring back Abba in the meantime. Has sahib come back from office.” Gulnaz could make anyone her slave with her soft, gentle voice. Shabnam followed Gulnaz and replied, “Madam I have not seen him so far.”
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Gulnaz waved the question away as irrelevant making her Shabnam less conscious that she could not be sure if her husband was back from work. Gulnaz and her Shabnam entered her personal suite. The main entrance opened into a living space, which led to a dining area with six-seat dining table. The large sliding door led to another living cum study area, which had four en suite bedrooms. Gulnaz floated through into her main bedroom, which was in keeping with the rest of the house huge. Shabnam promptly went inside the enormous en suite to fill the bath with warm water and mixed aromatic salts and oil.
Gulnaz picked up the cordless phone in one hand and effortlessly took her sari off with one hand making it a breathtakingly sensual vision if there was man to appreciate it. She dialled her father’s number and waited eagerly like a child to hear his deep voice. The ringtone kept on until the answering machine kicked in asking to leave a message. Gulnaz’s face showed her disappointment and she softly whispered, “Abbu it’s me,” and disconnected.
Gulnaz walked with the phone in to the bathroom. The bath was nearly full the whole bathroom was filled with the sweet smell of the salts and oil mixed in the bath water. Shabnam without any hesitation slowly came towards Gulnaz and started to unbutton her blouse. She had served Gulnaz for over twenty years and both had become very close over the years as she helped Gulnaz with her pregnancies and other personal events. Gulnaz had suggested that Shabnam should have sex with Akbar when Gulnaz was heavily pregnant with twins and in the last months of pregnancy. Shabnam had expressed during girly talk her incredulity at Akbar’s penis size. After her having her first sexual tryst with Akbar she gushed his praises to very pregnant and proud Gulnaz.
As Shabnam removed the blouse, rolling it off Gulnaz’s full arms exposing her majestic breasts barely covered by a cotton bra. Shabnam unclasped the bra and let it fall off her mistress’s heavy, very large full breasts as they sloped and hung down with their own weight making even Shabnam feel a warm rush between her legs. Shabnam rolled the bra off Gulnaz’s arms and threw it on the floor. She removed the clips from the bun holding Gulnaz’s lustrous long wavy dark hair. The rich wavy hair fell in a thick cascade to her full, bulging bottom. Shabnam moved in front of Gulnaz and saw her beautiful large, heavy breast sloping towards her belly which bulged ever so sexily suggesting a life of fulfilled, fertile woman who enjoyed her life to full. Her waist had a soft extra small roll just above her voluptuous bottom covered in a yellow cotton petticoat. Shabnam undid the tying cord and the petticoat slithered down her round, full buttocks exposing her thunder thighs and white cotton panty. Her thighs were full and showed dimpling on upper thigh and bottom which if anything accentuated her voluptuous divine beauty. Here was a complete exquisitely beautiful woman.
Shabnam kneeled in front of Gulnaz and gently rolled her panty down exposing the thick curly dark growth covering her sweet fragrant cunt. The smell of her pussy was intoxicating even to her female housekeeper. Gulnaz regally lifted one foot after another to allow Shabnam remove her panty. Gulnaz affectionately mussed Shabnam’s hair as a token of thanks as she picked up her undergarments.
Gulnaz stepped into the bath and slowly immersed herself to her neck as she rested her head on the specially designed bath
rest. Shabnam walked back in and put a huge soft cotton fluffy towel and bathrobe close by. She put the phone on the large rim around the bathtub and told Gulnaz, “ Madam, I have arranged the dinner. You just relax. Shall I ring you when sahib is back?” Gulnaz smilingly shook her head, “Will 9:00 be ok for dinner? It is about six now.” Gulnaz softly closed her eyes and nodded yes.
Gulnaz sighed happily as her mind once again went over her family’s life. She had found herself ruminating more and more since they had decided the final date. Shahnaz, everyone called her Shanu, was going to marry her third cousin she met and became attached to while dong her BA at Harvard. Muhasin was the only son of a wealthy family, which moved to states long ago and continued to prosper in telecommunications. The marriage was exactly a month away. The guests have started to arrive as this would be first marriage in the family and nothing would be spared. Despite her disdain for wastage and tacky gloss Gulnaz agreed to her relatives pressure to go al out once and never again. Gulnaz looked back and almost could relive her marriage to Akbar Jahangir Khan (Aku to friends) her beloved husband as her twin sister Fawzia married his twin brother Shahabad Jahangir Khan (called Shaad affectionately). Their father Jahangir Khan rose from nothing to be a multimillionaire with intrinsic intelligent, hard work and compassion that he never lost for those who were less blessed than him. He was not an atheist but close to an agnostic. His sons took their lesson from their father and never lost the drive and now The Kay enterprise was in many big cities with investments and control in construction, steel, telecommunications, banking etc.
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Gulnaz remembered her father-in-law since very tender years as a close friend of her father. The twin sisters found his twin sons good company and respectful unlike boys of their age. Akbar and Shahabad were only a year older than the sisters. Gulnaz’s father Abbas Muntzar Khan was an academic with flare for applying his theories successfully. His friendship with Jahangir worked like magic and both prospered together like brothers. The marriage of twin sisters to twin brothers was the talk of the city for obvious reasons least of all the fact that two families, despite keeping low political profile, were rich beyond dreams. Gulnaz could not wait for her close family members to collect under one roof including her twin sons; Aadil and Aasim who were finishing their MBA at Harvard and could only come for a week.
Gulnaz looked at the phone desperately wishing it to ring, she was dying to hear her father’s voice. Her father had given all control to her husband and her brother-in-law and chose to live up in the hills in a modern but modest farm close to river and jungle.
Gulnaz slowly rubbed her hands over her magnificent breasts rubbing the fragrant soapsuds over them. Her nipples were hardening into their amazing thick long fleshy columns. Her right hand drifted off her breast and moved over her stomach approaching her sexy mount covered with lush curly rich growth. Her fingers combed through her pubic hair and softy rubbed the pussy lips. Gulnaz sighed with her full lips partly opened as her fingers rubbed her clitoris without intending to.
Gulnaz luxuriated in the warm fragrant bath, her left hand softly massaging her one and then other breast and nipple as her right hand teased and tormented her wet soft pussy. She was nearly about to ring her father’s mobile as the phone rang and the caller’s ID was labelled as Nanu. Since the grandchildren were born both her father and her father–in-law were simply called by all family and employees-Nanu (or Nanajan meaning maternal grandfather) and Dadu (Dadajan meaning paternal grandfather).
Gulnaz quickly removed her right hand from her pussy and picked up the phone to accept the call, she tried to keep her desperate wait out her voice but still betrayed it by her urgent whisper, “Hello, Abbu!” She called her father Daddy most of the times in public but chose to call him Abba or Abbu in personal moments and when she wanted to express her love for him.
The voice on the line was deep and masculine, “Gul beta. Sorry went out to see the horse that was neighing for some reason. What are you doing?”
Gulnaz smiled as she heard her father called her name of endearment; “I have just put myself in bath after an afternoon of silly shopping.” She could close her see and could see her father as if he stood right in front of her.
“Lucky you Gul. I am stinking of horse manure and sweat and probably can be classified as a lethal weapon.”
Gulnaz giggled like a schoolgirl, her father always made her feel like a little happy girl, “I plan to remain here for next hour or more. Abbajan do you want start a bath and then ring me?”
“That seems like a good idea. But I do not want to disconnect. I feel bad when we finish our conversation. I will run up and set myself up within no time,” Gul’s father’s voice could barely hide his excitement making her almost cry, as his love for her seemed endless and boundless.
“Abbu, take you time I am going to listen to all the sounds you will make,” Gul giggled again filling the bathroom with a perfect feminine happy laugh. She could hear her father’s heavy footsteps bounding up the teak wood stairs.
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Chapter 2 Shaad and Sameena
At about the same time two hundred fifty miles north Shahabad Jahangir Khan across the long corridor in another estate (‘Shamiyaana’) almost replica of his brother’s ‘Asraa’. The purpose was again to use and maintain the Greenland to give employment to local villagers and both succeeded big times. Any neutral observer would have seen a very tall heavily built man about six foot four inches moving like an athlete. He was dressed in a white masculine version of kurta and salwar with open leather slip-ons. He had thick curly hair combed back. There was no hint of grey yet. He knew by fifty he would be grey very quickly as his father had. His forty-five years were barely noticeable. He had a face easily called immensely handsome- a legacy from his father. His broad shoulders and big chest belied his lithe physique when fully clothed but became evident once he disrobed. He looked exactly like his twin brother but for the fact that he supported a thick bushy moustache unlike Akbar who was clean-shaven.
Not far away in one of the suites an extremely beautiful woman was disrobing out of her city clothes. Sameena stood in her huge en suite standing in a bra and panty contemplating what casual apparel to wear for her imminent visitor. Sameena was twenty-six soon going to be twenty-seven. She was born after a gap of over nineteen years after her twin brothers. Jahangir Khan doted on his daughter from day one. Sameena, affectionately called Meenu, was always quiet, generous and polite. Her brother showered their love in abundance, as they were grown ups and could treat her as a child. Soon after her tenth birthday, tragedy struck. Abbas’ wife, Gulnaz’s mother, had passed away after struggling with cervical cancer for two years. Her mother, Shaad’s wife, and Nasim were travelling late in night to airport to fly for her funeral. A truck hit their car. The driver, Sameena’s mother, Mehrunisa, and sister-in-law, Fawzia, were killed on the spot. Her niece, Shaad’s daughter Nasim, was barely five and her left leg had to be amputated below the knee. The whole family was in the shroud of dark mood and disarray for years.
Her sister-in-law Gul and brothers along with her father brought both her and Nasim as two daughters. Nasim was successfully rehabilitated with prosthesis. But for a slight limp she could hide the fact of her limb loss and she always did.
Sameena did her masters in philosophy and married a successful businessman of a local rich family who were related to them through her mother. The groom was a good friend of her brother Shaad. Her new husband, Muhsin, politely told her that he was gay the night of the wedding and was too much of a coward to tell his family. He was man enough to accept that he had deceived Sameena and apologised profusely. He offered her a life of her choosing and they both could keep the charade. Sameena nicely declined. Sameena could not accept this on a matter of principle. She offered her husband sometime before they could separate, but he had to promise not to deceive another woman even if he could not face up to the reality. He was grateful. He owned up to his sexual preferences to his family and divorced Sameena within one year who came back to her brother Shaad’s house to look after him and his daughter.
She wrote columns in national and international newspaper on philosophy and social issues. Sameena also published two books one fiction and other non-fiction. She had found her calling. Money was never a problem.
Sameena shook herself out of the reverie as she heard the sliding door of her suite being closed. She smiled with her light brown eyes shining with love and she could feel her pulse rising. Soon her brother Shahabad was standing on the door of her bathroom smiling at her.
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Gulnaz remembered her father-in-law since very tender years as a close friend of her father. The twin sisters found his twin sons good company and respectful unlike boys of their age. Akbar and Shahabad were only a year older than the sisters. Gulnaz’s father Abbas Muntzar Khan was an academic with flare for applying his theories successfully. His friendship with Jahangir worked like magic and both prospered together like brothers. The marriage of twin sisters to twin brothers was the talk of the city for obvious reasons least of all the fact that two families, despite keeping low political profile, were rich beyond dreams. Gulnaz could not wait for her close family members to collect under one roof including her twin sons; Aadil and Aasim who were finishing their MBA at Harvard and could only come for a week.
Gulnaz looked at the phone desperately wishing it to ring, she was dying to hear her father’s voice. Her father had given all control to her husband and her brother-in-law and chose to live up in the hills in a modern but modest farm close to river and jungle.
Gulnaz slowly rubbed her hands over her magnificent breasts rubbing the fragrant soapsuds over them. Her nipples were hardening into their amazing thick long fleshy columns. Her right hand drifted off her breast and moved over her stomach approaching her sexy mount covered with lush curly rich growth. Her fingers combed through her pubic hair and softy rubbed the pussy lips. Gulnaz sighed with her full lips partly opened as her fingers rubbed her clitoris without intending to.
Gulnaz luxuriated in the warm fragrant bath, her left hand softly massaging her one and then other breast and nipple as her right hand teased and tormented her wet soft pussy. She was nearly about to ring her father’s mobile as the phone rang and the caller’s ID was labelled as Nanu. Since the grandchildren were born both her father and her father–in-law were simply called by all family and employees-Nanu (or Nanajan meaning maternal grandfather) and Dadu (Dadajan meaning paternal grandfather).
Gulnaz quickly removed her right hand from her pussy and picked up the phone to accept the call, she tried to keep her desperate wait out her voice but still betrayed it by her urgent whisper, “Hello, Abbu!” She called her father Daddy most of the times in public but chose to call him Abba or Abbu in personal moments and when she wanted to express her love for him.
The voice on the line was deep and masculine, “Gul beta. Sorry went out to see the horse that was neighing for some reason. What are you doing?”
Gulnaz smiled as she heard her father called her name of endearment; “I have just put myself in bath after an afternoon of silly shopping.” She could close her see and could see her father as if he stood right in front of her.
“Lucky you Gul. I am stinking of horse manure and sweat and probably can be classified as a lethal weapon.”
Gulnaz giggled like a schoolgirl, her father always made her feel like a little happy girl, “I plan to remain here for next hour or more. Abbajan do you want start a bath and then ring me?”
“That seems like a good idea. But I do not want to disconnect. I feel bad when we finish our conversation. I will run up and set myself up within no time,” Gul’s father’s voice could barely hide his excitement making her almost cry, as his love for her seemed endless and boundless.
“Abbu, take you time I am going to listen to all the sounds you will make,” Gul giggled again filling the bathroom with a perfect feminine happy laugh. She could hear her father’s heavy footsteps bounding up the teak wood stairs.
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Chapter 2 Shaad and Sameena
At about the same time two hundred fifty miles north Shahabad Jahangir Khan across the long corridor in another estate (‘Shamiyaana’) almost replica of his brother’s ‘Asraa’. The purpose was again to use and maintain the Greenland to give employment to local villagers and both succeeded big times. Any neutral observer would have seen a very tall heavily built man about six foot four inches moving like an athlete. He was dressed in a white masculine version of kurta and salwar with open leather slip-ons. He had thick curly hair combed back. There was no hint of grey yet. He knew by fifty he would be grey very quickly as his father had. His forty-five years were barely noticeable. He had a face easily called immensely handsome- a legacy from his father. His broad shoulders and big chest belied his lithe physique when fully clothed but became evident once he disrobed. He looked exactly like his twin brother but for the fact that he supported a thick bushy moustache unlike Akbar who was clean-shaven.
Not far away in one of the suites an extremely beautiful woman was disrobing out of her city clothes. Sameena stood in her huge en suite standing in a bra and panty contemplating what casual apparel to wear for her imminent visitor. Sameena was twenty-six soon going to be twenty-seven. She was born after a gap of over nineteen years after her twin brothers. Jahangir Khan doted on his daughter from day one. Sameena, affectionately called Meenu, was always quiet, generous and polite. Her brother showered their love in abundance, as they were grown ups and could treat her as a child. Soon after her tenth birthday, tragedy struck. Abbas’ wife, Gulnaz’s mother, had passed away after struggling with cervical cancer for two years. Her mother, Shaad’s wife, and Nasim were travelling late in night to airport to fly for her funeral. A truck hit their car. The driver, Sameena’s mother, Mehrunisa, and sister-in-law, Fawzia, were killed on the spot. Her niece, Shaad’s daughter Nasim, was barely five and her left leg had to be amputated below the knee. The whole family was in the shroud of dark mood and disarray for years.
Her sister-in-law Gul and brothers along with her father brought both her and Nasim as two daughters. Nasim was successfully rehabilitated with prosthesis. But for a slight limp she could hide the fact of her limb loss and she always did.
Sameena did her masters in philosophy and married a successful businessman of a local rich family who were related to them through her mother. The groom was a good friend of her brother Shaad. Her new husband, Muhsin, politely told her that he was gay the night of the wedding and was too much of a coward to tell his family. He was man enough to accept that he had deceived Sameena and apologised profusely. He offered her a life of her choosing and they both could keep the charade. Sameena nicely declined. Sameena could not accept this on a matter of principle. She offered her husband sometime before they could separate, but he had to promise not to deceive another woman even if he could not face up to the reality. He was grateful. He owned up to his sexual preferences to his family and divorced Sameena within one year who came back to her brother Shaad’s house to look after him and his daughter.
She wrote columns in national and international newspaper on philosophy and social issues. Sameena also published two books one fiction and other non-fiction. She had found her calling. Money was never a problem.
Sameena shook herself out of the reverie as she heard the sliding door of her suite being closed. She smiled with her light brown eyes shining with love and she could feel her pulse rising. Soon her brother Shahabad was standing on the door of her bathroom smiling at her.
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Shad looked at his little sister as an alien man would look at her. Sameena stood about five foot five inches tall. Her beautiful face reflected the beauty of their mother and handsome visage of their father. Her clear fair skin radiated health and vitality. He had never seen her use any makeup. Her lips were red and full. Her beautiful nose crinkled when she smiled as she did, seeing him walk in. Sameena was a full-bodied young woman who had no time or desire to conform to “thin is beautiful” fad. Sameena had written many incisive pieces on this issue. Her breasts were very large, full and heavy. Her cotton bra seemed to be struggling to hold those two majestic breasts. Her full waist flared into most delectable full round bottom stretching the white cotton panty. Her bottom accentuated her full, round thighs as they tapered into healthy calves and two pretty feet.
Sameena smiled at her brother, who looked after her as his daughter, and seemed to be transfixed at the door as his eyes tried to savour the mesmerising sight of his extremely beautiful sister.
“Shaad bhai, you have seen your sister before.”
“Meenu, you are so beautiful. I sometime forget that. Moments like this remind me not to take divine beauty like yours for granted,” Shaad slowly approached his sister who appeared tiny as his huge body stood behind her petite but voluptuous frame. Sameena moved back a bit to put her head on her brother’s chest as his hands engulfed her waist, “Bhaiyaa, I think my brothers are more handsome than us women. You should see how you can make so many women jealous of us.”
Shaad kissed the top of his sister’s head. She had yet not opened her bun. Shaad expertly removed the pins and unravelled the bun as Sameena’s long curly dark hair floated down as a curtain over her back reaching almost below her full bottom.
“Meenu, I owe you my sanity. You have kept dad and me sane. I love you,” Shaad could remember the day as clearly as if it were yesterday. His hands slowly rubbed the smooth skin of his sister’s stomach, worming up and up ever so gradually. Sameena sighed and pushed her self even more onto her brother’s giant frame as their eyes were locked onto one another’s in the mirror.
“When have you asked the kitchen to serve dinner?” Shaad inquired making his sister smile.
“Is there something on my brother’s mind? Anyway I have asked Rabab to table the dinner for nine. Is there something important you want to do before dinner?”
Shaad smiled as his sister teased him. He moved his hands over her chest and pushed her bra off her magnificent breasts. His large hands tried to cover the overflowing soft, heavy milky smooth breast flesh making Sameena draw a sharp breath, “Meenu, I just wanted to confirm if you would allow your brother to worship your beauty and how long do I have if you did.”
Sameena felt her brother’s hand softly massage her breasts making her feel weak in knees and she could feel her cunt getting wet by second, “Bhaiyaa, you are so kind. Please love me as you have always done. I am yours for as long as you wish. I am so blessed.”
Sameena lifted her beautiful face up as her brother brought his face down to kiss her on the lips. Her mouth opened automatically as soon as her brother’s lips touched hers. Shaad pushed his tongue deep inside his sister’s sweet mouth as it duelled with her tongue. Brother and sister kissed as their saliva exchanged mouths. They both greedily devoured each other’s mouth as if they had not kissed for years. In fact Shaad had cleverly evaded all house help and managed to sneak in very early in the morning to have their occasional early morning sex before they left for work.
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Sameena was now breathing heavily as her brother used the advantage of his height and drooled a steady stream of his saliva in her mouth. Sameena gulped it greedily as she felt his hands now firmly squeezing her breasts.
Sameena took her right hand behind her and insinuated between their bodies to seek her brother’s genitalia. Her hand rubbed over the big bulge underneath his kurta and salwar. As always her small pretty hand was inadequate in covering the big bulge of her brother’s penis.
“Shaad bhai, shall we go into bedroom,” Sameena whispered inside her brother’s invading mouth. Shaad nodded subtly. He turned his sister around and lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing. Sameena put her arms around her brother’s neck and soon both were kissing once again as Shaad moved towards the bedroom. Shahabad put his sister on the bed and she stood on her knees in front of him. Sameena impatiently unbuttoned her brother’s kurta. Shaad helped her by lifting it off his massive frame.
Sameena rubbed her tiny hands all over her brother’s hugely muscled hairy chest and belly. Soon her fingers were trying to find the narra (cord) holding his salwar. She pulled the flower-knot and loosened the narra; she knew her brother did not wear any boxers underneath. Sameena by now knew that always reflected his impatience to make love to her. Sameena felt hot as she lowered her brother’s salwar slowly exposing his massive hairy bottom. His thick curly pubic hair came into view. Shaad ran his fingers through rich curly hair of his sister affectionately as she exposed him.
As she pulled her brother’s salwar down Sameena soon faced the thick gargantuan root of his giant penis. Sameena sucked in air as her mouth opened with anticipation of its own accord. She let go his salwar, which slithered down slowly to expose her brother’s monstrous penis. It was not until the garment had cleared his lower thighs that his glans came into view.
Sameena looked at her brother’s colossal cock as if she had seen it for first time. In fact she was as much in thrall of this monster then as she was when she saw it more than twelve years ago.
Sameena lifted her brother’s heavy, monstrous penis in her both hands. Her hand could barely go around half the circumference of her brother’s gargantuan cock even though it was long way away from being fully hard.
Sameena looked up into her brother’s loving eyes and she opened her beautiful mouth wide open and tried to engulf her brother’s huge cock head. The corners of her beautiful mouth strained and her beautiful nostrils flared as she lowered her face slowly to take the head and two inches in her tortured warm mouth. Shaad used his both hands to run his fingers through his sister’s hair and stroked her face as she tried to move her wide-open mouth over his giant cock.
Sameena’s mouth started to leak saliva along the massive shaft of her brother’s cock as it started to stiffen rapidly filling her mouth to an impossible stretch. Sameena looked up to see her older brother’s handsome face bathed in pleasure as her mouth slavered over his punishing girth. Sameena could give anything to see that expression on her loving brother’s face. She started to fellate her brother with her mouth wide open and drooling constantly into his thick pubic growth.
Sameena soon was supporting the steel hard monstrously thick shaft that refused to bend even a millimetre and she had to raise herself even more to move her face up and down rather than back and forth as she did initially.
Shaad lifted his sister’s face off his rampant monster penis. He pulled her up to kiss her violently as he massaged her large breasts. Shaad pushed his sister gently as she fell on her back. He grabbed her panties and pulled them off her voluptuous ass exposing her fragrant pussy covered with glistening wet dark curly bush. He threw the panties behind him and pulled his sister holding her legs towards the edge of the bed.
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Shad looked at his little sister as an alien man would look at her. Sameena stood about five foot five inches tall. Her beautiful face reflected the beauty of their mother and handsome visage of their father. Her clear fair skin radiated health and vitality. He had never seen her use any makeup. Her lips were red and full. Her beautiful nose crinkled when she smiled as she did, seeing him walk in. Sameena was a full-bodied young woman who had no time or desire to conform to “thin is beautiful” fad. Sameena had written many incisive pieces on this issue. Her breasts were very large, full and heavy. Her cotton bra seemed to be struggling to hold those two majestic breasts. Her full waist flared into most delectable full round bottom stretching the white cotton panty. Her bottom accentuated her full, round thighs as they tapered into healthy calves and two pretty feet.
Sameena smiled at her brother, who looked after her as his daughter, and seemed to be transfixed at the door as his eyes tried to savour the mesmerising sight of his extremely beautiful sister.
“Shaad bhai, you have seen your sister before.”
“Meenu, you are so beautiful. I sometime forget that. Moments like this remind me not to take divine beauty like yours for granted,” Shaad slowly approached his sister who appeared tiny as his huge body stood behind her petite but voluptuous frame. Sameena moved back a bit to put her head on her brother’s chest as his hands engulfed her waist, “Bhaiyaa, I think my brothers are more handsome than us women. You should see how you can make so many women jealous of us.”
Shaad kissed the top of his sister’s head. She had yet not opened her bun. Shaad expertly removed the pins and unravelled the bun as Sameena’s long curly dark hair floated down as a curtain over her back reaching almost below her full bottom.
“Meenu, I owe you my sanity. You have kept dad and me sane. I love you,” Shaad could remember the day as clearly as if it were yesterday. His hands slowly rubbed the smooth skin of his sister’s stomach, worming up and up ever so gradually. Sameena sighed and pushed her self even more onto her brother’s giant frame as their eyes were locked onto one another’s in the mirror.
“When have you asked the kitchen to serve dinner?” Shaad inquired making his sister smile.
“Is there something on my brother’s mind? Anyway I have asked Rabab to table the dinner for nine. Is there something important you want to do before dinner?”
Shaad smiled as his sister teased him. He moved his hands over her chest and pushed her bra off her magnificent breasts. His large hands tried to cover the overflowing soft, heavy milky smooth breast flesh making Sameena draw a sharp breath, “Meenu, I just wanted to confirm if you would allow your brother to worship your beauty and how long do I have if you did.”
Sameena felt her brother’s hand softly massage her breasts making her feel weak in knees and she could feel her cunt getting wet by second, “Bhaiyaa, you are so kind. Please love me as you have always done. I am yours for as long as you wish. I am so blessed.”
Sameena lifted her beautiful face up as her brother brought his face down to kiss her on the lips. Her mouth opened automatically as soon as her brother’s lips touched hers. Shaad pushed his tongue deep inside his sister’s sweet mouth as it duelled with her tongue. Brother and sister kissed as their saliva exchanged mouths. They both greedily devoured each other’s mouth as if they had not kissed for years. In fact Shaad had cleverly evaded all house help and managed to sneak in very early in the morning to have their occasional early morning sex before they left for work.
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Sameena was now breathing heavily as her brother used the advantage of his height and drooled a steady stream of his saliva in her mouth. Sameena gulped it greedily as she felt his hands now firmly squeezing her breasts.
Sameena took her right hand behind her and insinuated between their bodies to seek her brother’s genitalia. Her hand rubbed over the big bulge underneath his kurta and salwar. As always her small pretty hand was inadequate in covering the big bulge of her brother’s penis.
“Shaad bhai, shall we go into bedroom,” Sameena whispered inside her brother’s invading mouth. Shaad nodded subtly. He turned his sister around and lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing. Sameena put her arms around her brother’s neck and soon both were kissing once again as Shaad moved towards the bedroom. Shahabad put his sister on the bed and she stood on her knees in front of him. Sameena impatiently unbuttoned her brother’s kurta. Shaad helped her by lifting it off his massive frame.
Sameena rubbed her tiny hands all over her brother’s hugely muscled hairy chest and belly. Soon her fingers were trying to find the narra (cord) holding his salwar. She pulled the flower-knot and loosened the narra; she knew her brother did not wear any boxers underneath. Sameena by now knew that always reflected his impatience to make love to her. Sameena felt hot as she lowered her brother’s salwar slowly exposing his massive hairy bottom. His thick curly pubic hair came into view. Shaad ran his fingers through rich curly hair of his sister affectionately as she exposed him.
As she pulled her brother’s salwar down Sameena soon faced the thick gargantuan root of his giant penis. Sameena sucked in air as her mouth opened with anticipation of its own accord. She let go his salwar, which slithered down slowly to expose her brother’s monstrous penis. It was not until the garment had cleared his lower thighs that his glans came into view.
Sameena looked at her brother’s colossal cock as if she had seen it for first time. In fact she was as much in thrall of this monster then as she was when she saw it more than twelve years ago.
Sameena lifted her brother’s heavy, monstrous penis in her both hands. Her hand could barely go around half the circumference of her brother’s gargantuan cock even though it was long way away from being fully hard.
Sameena looked up into her brother’s loving eyes and she opened her beautiful mouth wide open and tried to engulf her brother’s huge cock head. The corners of her beautiful mouth strained and her beautiful nostrils flared as she lowered her face slowly to take the head and two inches in her tortured warm mouth. Shaad used his both hands to run his fingers through his sister’s hair and stroked her face as she tried to move her wide-open mouth over his giant cock.
Sameena’s mouth started to leak saliva along the massive shaft of her brother’s cock as it started to stiffen rapidly filling her mouth to an impossible stretch. Sameena looked up to see her older brother’s handsome face bathed in pleasure as her mouth slavered over his punishing girth. Sameena could give anything to see that expression on her loving brother’s face. She started to fellate her brother with her mouth wide open and drooling constantly into his thick pubic growth.
Sameena soon was supporting the steel hard monstrously thick shaft that refused to bend even a millimetre and she had to raise herself even more to move her face up and down rather than back and forth as she did initially.
Shaad lifted his sister’s face off his rampant monster penis. He pulled her up to kiss her violently as he massaged her large breasts. Shaad pushed his sister gently as she fell on her back. He grabbed her panties and pulled them off her voluptuous ass exposing her fragrant pussy covered with glistening wet dark curly bush. He threw the panties behind him and pulled his sister holding her legs towards the edge of the bed.
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Sameena was breathing heavily in anticipation. Her brother had few favourite positions when he was waiting to have sex with her all day and was impatient to get a chance to be alone with her. This was one of them. Sameena knew he liked to have his feet on the floor to get purchase to fuck her hard.
Shaad supported his monster penis in his large hand, its girth evading even his big hand to go all around. He placed the monstrously huge glans at the entrance of his sister’s sweet, soft cunt and pushed gently feeling her cunt opening stretch to accommodate his giant.
Sameena gasped, as she felt all too familiar dull pain of her cunt walls dilating as her brother pushed his enormous cock inside her, “Aaahh…Bhaiyaa…”
Once Shaad managed to push his gigantic cock head inside the warm, soft cunt of his sister he draped her with his massive frame crushing her large soft breasts with his hairy chest. He held her face in his big hands and kissed her open mouth ferociously. Sameena moaned inside her brother’s mouth as she felt him push his gigantic cock inch after inch inside her frothy, churning pussy.
“Bhaiyaa…fuck me…please. Upnaa lund mayree choot may daal do..Bhaiya mujhe chodiye,” Sameena whimpered as she was kissed by her brother’s rapacious mouth.
Shaad ignored her pleas and continued to push his huge cock slowly feeling every inch of his hugely thick monstrous length being engulfed by his sister’s warm soft pussy walls.
Sameena kissed her brother back her arms tightly wound around his neck. Shaad ground his cock in steadily pushing his unbelievably beautiful sister to her first orgasm. Sameena gasped as she felt her brother’s massive girth painfully stretching her cunt as it kept on going deep inside her. She always wondered how does her body accommodate this kind of monster fully inside her. Shaad felt his sister’s cervix rubbing against his sensitive glans. He moved his cock out a bit and slammed the last few inches in one smooth thrust. Sameena moaned loudly and her orgasm tipped over, “Aaahhh…..bhaiyaaa….aaahh…mai aanay waalee hoon.”
Shaad slowly withdrew his huge cock to half its length only to thrust it back again. He lifted himself off his moaning sister who was wrapped in her first orgasm. He grabbed his sister’s breasts in his large hands allowing her thick, long nipples to escape in between his fingers. He squeezed his sister’s breasts firmly pinching her nipples as his grip tightened. He started a long hard fucking session that he had been thinking about all day.
Shaad pulled his gargantuan cock out and slammed it in one powerful thrust sending his sister deeper in the twitches of her orgasm as she moaned silently with her mouth open. A rivulet of saliva trickled on her beautiful face.
Sameena found her voice as the torment of her first orgasm settled, “So good…mayree choot maariyay. Bhaiyaaa..aah..aapka lund bahut mota..aaah hai,”
Shaad ignored his sister’s babbling and set up a steady rhythm of long steady strokes using over ten inches of his monster cock. The room was filled with beautiful sounds of constant moans and groans of a lusty sister impaled by her brother’s massive penis. Shaad slowly increased the force of his thrusts seeing that his sister by now was thrusting her hips up in response to his downward plunges.
“Meenu, aapki choot maarnay kay liyay mai pooray din say intizaar kar rahaa thaa,” Shaad was now slamming his giant cock in the pliant, soft, cunt of his sister to the hilt.
“Bhaiyaa, aapkee chhotee bahen kee choot aapkee hai. Jab aap kee marzee ho, aap mayree choot maar sakatay hain,” Sameena sobbed as her body shook with each lusty, powerful thrust. Her brother now was fucking her using full length of his monster penis pulling it out until only his glans was inside and hammering it in using his muscular back and hips. She bit on her lower lip as she felt her brother’s monster slam her cervix painfully each time he hilted. Her breasts were painfully mauled all along she was fucked by her older brother steadily pushing her towards her second orgasm.
Sameena was moaning constantly as she loved the pain inflicted by her brother’s monster cock as it ravaged her tender cunt and his hands mauled her breasts brutishly.
Shaad and Sameena had developed a telepathic understanding over the last twelve years of their sexual relationship. Shaad knew his sister was now ready to be fucked even more roughly as she was hurtling towards her second orgasm. He let go of her breasts and lifted Sameena’s legs and draped them over his hugely muscled shoulders pushing her knees almost to her shoulders. He brought his arms around his sister’s thighs and once again grabbed her overflowing breasts. Now his sister’s ass was lifted off the bed. Shaad used this new position to pull his massive cock all the way out, until only a part of his cock head was sheathed inside the soft pussy of his sister, only to plunge it back savagely using the angle, his height and muscular back burying it to its hilt. His groin slapped his sister’s upturned ass each time he hilted.
Sameena by now had been fucked thousand times by her virile brother over the years but still could barely refrain from screaming. In earlier years of their relationship before Sameena became used to massive penis she screamed all the way to her orgasms.
“Fuck me…Bhaiyaa please fuck mee…ee. Aapka lund kitnaa dard kartaa hai. Aapka lund bahut
barra hai,” Sameena whimpered, as she felt buffeted by her powerful brother’s brutal thrusts. The room resonated with the “thwack…thwack’ sounds of her ass slapped by her brother’s belly and groin. She could hear, like an outer body experience, her moans and occasional shrieks as her brother ravaged her beautiful body to satisfy both of their never-quenching lust.
“Aaaahh…mayree..ee..choooot….ooohh…aaargh,” moaning Sameena fuelled the raging lust in her older brother as always who tried even harder to brutally slam his giant cock to elicit yet another shriek of lust filled pain from his sister’s throat.
Sameena let out a constant moan heralding her second orgasm, “Bhaiyaa main aanay waalee hoon. AA..AHH. Please fu….FFFUUCCKK MEEE…EEEE. Mujhay chodiyay..mayree chooot...AAAHHH.”
Shaad did just that. He was slamming his monster cock in his younger sister’s painfully stretched pussy like a maniac. His hips were rising and falling like a steam engine piston. The pace of his fucking kept his sister breathless, her body went in a contortion as her open mouth went silent and then she let out another deep throated ‘aaaahhhh’ as her orgasm tore through her body like a tornado. Her muscles went into a spasm as her hips bucked up, trying to throw her brother off and failing. Shaad kept on fucking his sister savagely pushing her over the precipice.
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“AAAhhhhhh…….bhaiy..aaaaaaa..aaa..uuurghh,” Sameena shrieked and soon she went limp as the tornado of her orgasm decimated her power to hold her muscles tense. Her breathing became ragged with each thrust from her brother who continued to fuck her spasming cunt relentlessly.
Shaad put her hands on either side of his younger sister’s head steadying himself, as he fucked his constantly moaning sister’s limp body to another high of their mutual lust. Sameena took another ten minutes or so before she regained enough consciousness to realise her brother was still fucking her painful and tender pussy as if he had just started. By now both brother and sister were drenched in sweat. Sameena stroked her brother’s handsome face with her tiny hands as she kept on slamming his massive cock in and out of her tender cunt.
Sameena could feel her over generously large breasts dancing like huge mounds of jelly with each bone jarring thrust from her brother’s strong hips. As her brother’s eyes caught hers she smiled like an angel.
“Bhaiyaa, mayree choot may apnaa lund khol deejiyay,” Sameena pleaded knowing her brother’s lust would go up another notch hearing her desire to feel him cum inside her pussy.
Shaad smiled back and continued to fuck Sameena at the same impossible pace and force that could only be described as inhuman. Sameena felt her body shaking with each thrust. She traced the handsome features of her brother’s face with her finger. She ran her finger over his sweaty brow and cheeks. She traced the contour of her lips as his mouth was now partly open with the exertion of fucking his sister savagely for now almost three-quarters of an hour.
Sameena could hear the squelching sounds as her brother’s mammoth cock pistoned in and out of her wet cum filled cunt and also the slapping sounds of his belly hitting her upturned bottom.
Sameena was once again feeling the heat rising deep inside her loins. Her brother so easily could drag her out of her post-orgasmic fatigue to take her to another peak of lust, never failed to amaze her. She naughtily ran her fingertip all along her brother’s handsome nose, tracing the curves of his nostrils. Shaad smiled at his sister knowing what she would do next. Sameena gently pushed her slender index finger inside her brother’s nostril. Shaad simply shook his head and plunged his cock from tip of his massive glans right down to his mammoth root making his sister squeal as if a man’s forearm had violated her soft pussy canal. She held on to her brother’s strong arms as he fucked her even harder and faster than before.
His face was now a picture of concentration as he kept the ferocious rhythm pistoning his monster penis in and out without any break or respite. Sameena felt a sudden rush of warmth deep in her cunt, which soon spread in her belly and breasts and exploded making her emit a short shriek followed with a constant long moan.
“ Bhaiyaa…mayree chooooot….aaah…main phir say jhurr gayee. Aapka lund … mayree choot. Aaahh. OOOHHH…umm.”
Shaad kept on fucking her trying to eek out another orgasm before he exploded deep inside his sister’s pussy. Sameena never recovered from her third orgasm as her older brother plundered her cunt furiously trying to reach his climax and drag her depleted tired body to yet another body wrenching orgasm.
Sameena moaned non-stop for another fifteen minutes as she was ravaged brutally by her older brother in an all too familiar fashion. Sameena felt another flame lit up inside her pussy which soon engulfed her whole being making her breathing difficult. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Shaad pulled his cock right out and slammed it back in with all the physical power his massive frame could generate and he repeated similar brutal thrusts half a dozen times when he felt his balls tightening, he felt his whole body tense up as if in pain. He lunged his monster cock back inside his sweet younger sister’s cunt with all his weight behind the last thrust allowing his whole weight to come crashing over her voluptuous petite body knocking all the wind out of her lungs.
Sameena felt her brother’s crushing weight and his mammoth cock exploding as it hurtled back deep inside her tortured cunt. She felt each convulsion of his massive cock as he ejected huge spurts of thick virile semen filling her cunt. She could feel the scalding cum in a never-ending ejaculates that seemed to go on and on.
Shaad buried his face in the crook of his younger sister’s sweet smelling neck breathing in big gasps.
Sameena clasped her arms in a maternal manner around her brother’s neck as his gargantuan cock twitched and spurted again and again. Shaad lifted his face and whispered, “Meenu …Meenu….Meenu.”
Sameena thought nothing more romantic could have been said over and above her brother’s whispers of her name while he was still cumming inside her as a token of his surrender to his younger sister.
Sameena felt her dam broke and she exploded with her last orgasm tearing her body apart and she could do nothing but cling to her brother who was now kissing her all over her beautiful face.
Sameena fought and lost as her last climax brought her to her knees. She did not know that she whispered like a mantra, “Bhaiyaa I love you…. I love you…. Bhaiyaa, Bhaiyaa.”
She was not aware as her older brother kissed her mouth and licked the drool from the corner of her mouth. She did not feel when he kissed her beautiful nose and ran his tongue all along her exquisitely beautiful nostrils eventually fucking her each nostril with his tongue as she grappled with her mind bending orgasm. Both brother and sister whispered sweet nothings to each other until they both recovered.
Sameena slowly came to and smiled inwards as her loving brother made love to her beautiful nose. Sameena felt this very personal and sensual. She tightened her clasping arms around her brother’s neck sending her love in an unspoken manner. He responded back by gently biting on the tip of her nose making her giggle.
“Bhaiyaa you can kill me like this,” Sameena complemented her brother who had fucked her like this countless times.
Shaad licked deep inside his sister’s nostril few times before he pulled his tongue and kissed her firmly and whispered, “Making love to you is a blessing and my love will never be any less when you decide to go away to start your own family.”
Sameena whispered in a choking voice, “Bhaiyaa please. I do not want to think about that. I know we can not live together forever, but for now all I want to do is live with you, Nasim and dad.”
Shaad kissed his sister repeatedly like a small child who needs fatherly love after suffering a fall.
Sameena was not surprised when her brother lifted her in his arms still impaled on his barely softened monstrosity of a penis and climbed up on the bed until they both were resting on the pillows. He slowly pulled out of his sister’s overflowing cunt making her wince. Shaad held his sister in his arms, who held him back in her arms.
“Shaad Bhai, aapkaa lund abhee bhee bhooka hai,” Sameena kissed her older brother’s nose on its tip.
“Meenu, meray lund ko ub tumhaari gaand maarnee hai.”
Sameena giggled like a happy little girl. She knew how much her brother loved to torture her ass with his monster. She was aware of the time and she was wise to the fact, with long experience, that her brother could not be satisfied with her ass in the time left before dinner.
“Bhaiyaa, abhee hamaaray paas time nahin hai. Main dinner kay baad raat ko aapkay suite may aa jaaooingee. I plan to work from home tomorrow. Mujhay aap saree raat torture kar sakatay hain.”
Shaad gleefully kissed his younger sister, “I too have no appointment until afternoon. How much time do we have before dinner?”
Sameena kissed his older brother, who had been like a father to her during her growing years, like a naughty schoolboy, “Time enough for one quick fuck. You have to promise me it will be a quick one.”
Shaad smiled enigmatically in reply and rolled his sister on her back. He soon covered her voluptuous body with his huge heavy frame. His rampant monster cock poised at the soft, fluffy, wet entrance of her cunt.
Sameena sighed with happiness and love and kissed her brother as she felt him thrust his mammoth penis steadily inside her cum filled tender cunt.
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Sameena was breathing heavily in anticipation. Her brother had few favourite positions when he was waiting to have sex with her all day and was impatient to get a chance to be alone with her. This was one of them. Sameena knew he liked to have his feet on the floor to get purchase to fuck her hard.
Shaad supported his monster penis in his large hand, its girth evading even his big hand to go all around. He placed the monstrously huge glans at the entrance of his sister’s sweet, soft cunt and pushed gently feeling her cunt opening stretch to accommodate his giant.
Sameena gasped, as she felt all too familiar dull pain of her cunt walls dilating as her brother pushed his enormous cock inside her, “Aaahh…Bhaiyaa…”
Once Shaad managed to push his gigantic cock head inside the warm, soft cunt of his sister he draped her with his massive frame crushing her large soft breasts with his hairy chest. He held her face in his big hands and kissed her open mouth ferociously. Sameena moaned inside her brother’s mouth as she felt him push his gigantic cock inch after inch inside her frothy, churning pussy.
“Bhaiyaa…fuck me…please. Upnaa lund mayree choot may daal do..Bhaiya mujhe chodiye,” Sameena whimpered as she was kissed by her brother’s rapacious mouth.
Shaad ignored her pleas and continued to push his huge cock slowly feeling every inch of his hugely thick monstrous length being engulfed by his sister’s warm soft pussy walls.
Sameena kissed her brother back her arms tightly wound around his neck. Shaad ground his cock in steadily pushing his unbelievably beautiful sister to her first orgasm. Sameena gasped as she felt her brother’s massive girth painfully stretching her cunt as it kept on going deep inside her. She always wondered how does her body accommodate this kind of monster fully inside her. Shaad felt his sister’s cervix rubbing against his sensitive glans. He moved his cock out a bit and slammed the last few inches in one smooth thrust. Sameena moaned loudly and her orgasm tipped over, “Aaahhh…..bhaiyaaa….aaahh…mai aanay waalee hoon.”
Shaad slowly withdrew his huge cock to half its length only to thrust it back again. He lifted himself off his moaning sister who was wrapped in her first orgasm. He grabbed his sister’s breasts in his large hands allowing her thick, long nipples to escape in between his fingers. He squeezed his sister’s breasts firmly pinching her nipples as his grip tightened. He started a long hard fucking session that he had been thinking about all day.
Shaad pulled his gargantuan cock out and slammed it in one powerful thrust sending his sister deeper in the twitches of her orgasm as she moaned silently with her mouth open. A rivulet of saliva trickled on her beautiful face.
Sameena found her voice as the torment of her first orgasm settled, “So good…mayree choot maariyay. Bhaiyaaa..aah..aapka lund bahut mota..aaah hai,”
Shaad ignored his sister’s babbling and set up a steady rhythm of long steady strokes using over ten inches of his monster cock. The room was filled with beautiful sounds of constant moans and groans of a lusty sister impaled by her brother’s massive penis. Shaad slowly increased the force of his thrusts seeing that his sister by now was thrusting her hips up in response to his downward plunges.
“Meenu, aapki choot maarnay kay liyay mai pooray din say intizaar kar rahaa thaa,” Shaad was now slamming his giant cock in the pliant, soft, cunt of his sister to the hilt.
“Bhaiyaa, aapkee chhotee bahen kee choot aapkee hai. Jab aap kee marzee ho, aap mayree choot maar sakatay hain,” Sameena sobbed as her body shook with each lusty, powerful thrust. Her brother now was fucking her using full length of his monster penis pulling it out until only his glans was inside and hammering it in using his muscular back and hips. She bit on her lower lip as she felt her brother’s monster slam her cervix painfully each time he hilted. Her breasts were painfully mauled all along she was fucked by her older brother steadily pushing her towards her second orgasm.
Sameena was moaning constantly as she loved the pain inflicted by her brother’s monster cock as it ravaged her tender cunt and his hands mauled her breasts brutishly.
Shaad and Sameena had developed a telepathic understanding over the last twelve years of their sexual relationship. Shaad knew his sister was now ready to be fucked even more roughly as she was hurtling towards her second orgasm. He let go of her breasts and lifted Sameena’s legs and draped them over his hugely muscled shoulders pushing her knees almost to her shoulders. He brought his arms around his sister’s thighs and once again grabbed her overflowing breasts. Now his sister’s ass was lifted off the bed. Shaad used this new position to pull his massive cock all the way out, until only a part of his cock head was sheathed inside the soft pussy of his sister, only to plunge it back savagely using the angle, his height and muscular back burying it to its hilt. His groin slapped his sister’s upturned ass each time he hilted.
Sameena by now had been fucked thousand times by her virile brother over the years but still could barely refrain from screaming. In earlier years of their relationship before Sameena became used to massive penis she screamed all the way to her orgasms.
“Fuck me…Bhaiyaa please fuck mee…ee. Aapka lund kitnaa dard kartaa hai. Aapka lund bahut
barra hai,” Sameena whimpered, as she felt buffeted by her powerful brother’s brutal thrusts. The room resonated with the “thwack…thwack’ sounds of her ass slapped by her brother’s belly and groin. She could hear, like an outer body experience, her moans and occasional shrieks as her brother ravaged her beautiful body to satisfy both of their never-quenching lust.
“Aaaahh…mayree..ee..choooot….ooohh…aaargh,” moaning Sameena fuelled the raging lust in her older brother as always who tried even harder to brutally slam his giant cock to elicit yet another shriek of lust filled pain from his sister’s throat.
Sameena let out a constant moan heralding her second orgasm, “Bhaiyaa main aanay waalee hoon. AA..AHH. Please fu….FFFUUCCKK MEEE…EEEE. Mujhay chodiyay..mayree chooot...AAAHHH.”
Shaad did just that. He was slamming his monster cock in his younger sister’s painfully stretched pussy like a maniac. His hips were rising and falling like a steam engine piston. The pace of his fucking kept his sister breathless, her body went in a contortion as her open mouth went silent and then she let out another deep throated ‘aaaahhhh’ as her orgasm tore through her body like a tornado. Her muscles went into a spasm as her hips bucked up, trying to throw her brother off and failing. Shaad kept on fucking his sister savagely pushing her over the precipice.
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“AAAhhhhhh…….bhaiy..aaaaaaa..aaa..uuurghh,” Sameena shrieked and soon she went limp as the tornado of her orgasm decimated her power to hold her muscles tense. Her breathing became ragged with each thrust from her brother who continued to fuck her spasming cunt relentlessly.
Shaad put her hands on either side of his younger sister’s head steadying himself, as he fucked his constantly moaning sister’s limp body to another high of their mutual lust. Sameena took another ten minutes or so before she regained enough consciousness to realise her brother was still fucking her painful and tender pussy as if he had just started. By now both brother and sister were drenched in sweat. Sameena stroked her brother’s handsome face with her tiny hands as she kept on slamming his massive cock in and out of her tender cunt.
Sameena could feel her over generously large breasts dancing like huge mounds of jelly with each bone jarring thrust from her brother’s strong hips. As her brother’s eyes caught hers she smiled like an angel.
“Bhaiyaa, mayree choot may apnaa lund khol deejiyay,” Sameena pleaded knowing her brother’s lust would go up another notch hearing her desire to feel him cum inside her pussy.
Shaad smiled back and continued to fuck Sameena at the same impossible pace and force that could only be described as inhuman. Sameena felt her body shaking with each thrust. She traced the handsome features of her brother’s face with her finger. She ran her finger over his sweaty brow and cheeks. She traced the contour of her lips as his mouth was now partly open with the exertion of fucking his sister savagely for now almost three-quarters of an hour.
Sameena could hear the squelching sounds as her brother’s mammoth cock pistoned in and out of her wet cum filled cunt and also the slapping sounds of his belly hitting her upturned bottom.
Sameena was once again feeling the heat rising deep inside her loins. Her brother so easily could drag her out of her post-orgasmic fatigue to take her to another peak of lust, never failed to amaze her. She naughtily ran her fingertip all along her brother’s handsome nose, tracing the curves of his nostrils. Shaad smiled at his sister knowing what she would do next. Sameena gently pushed her slender index finger inside her brother’s nostril. Shaad simply shook his head and plunged his cock from tip of his massive glans right down to his mammoth root making his sister squeal as if a man’s forearm had violated her soft pussy canal. She held on to her brother’s strong arms as he fucked her even harder and faster than before.
His face was now a picture of concentration as he kept the ferocious rhythm pistoning his monster penis in and out without any break or respite. Sameena felt a sudden rush of warmth deep in her cunt, which soon spread in her belly and breasts and exploded making her emit a short shriek followed with a constant long moan.
“ Bhaiyaa…mayree chooooot….aaah…main phir say jhurr gayee. Aapka lund … mayree choot. Aaahh. OOOHHH…umm.”
Shaad kept on fucking her trying to eek out another orgasm before he exploded deep inside his sister’s pussy. Sameena never recovered from her third orgasm as her older brother plundered her cunt furiously trying to reach his climax and drag her depleted tired body to yet another body wrenching orgasm.
Sameena moaned non-stop for another fifteen minutes as she was ravaged brutally by her older brother in an all too familiar fashion. Sameena felt another flame lit up inside her pussy which soon engulfed her whole being making her breathing difficult. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Shaad pulled his cock right out and slammed it back in with all the physical power his massive frame could generate and he repeated similar brutal thrusts half a dozen times when he felt his balls tightening, he felt his whole body tense up as if in pain. He lunged his monster cock back inside his sweet younger sister’s cunt with all his weight behind the last thrust allowing his whole weight to come crashing over her voluptuous petite body knocking all the wind out of her lungs.
Sameena felt her brother’s crushing weight and his mammoth cock exploding as it hurtled back deep inside her tortured cunt. She felt each convulsion of his massive cock as he ejected huge spurts of thick virile semen filling her cunt. She could feel the scalding cum in a never-ending ejaculates that seemed to go on and on.
Shaad buried his face in the crook of his younger sister’s sweet smelling neck breathing in big gasps.
Sameena clasped her arms in a maternal manner around her brother’s neck as his gargantuan cock twitched and spurted again and again. Shaad lifted his face and whispered, “Meenu …Meenu….Meenu.”
Sameena thought nothing more romantic could have been said over and above her brother’s whispers of her name while he was still cumming inside her as a token of his surrender to his younger sister.
Sameena felt her dam broke and she exploded with her last orgasm tearing her body apart and she could do nothing but cling to her brother who was now kissing her all over her beautiful face.
Sameena fought and lost as her last climax brought her to her knees. She did not know that she whispered like a mantra, “Bhaiyaa I love you…. I love you…. Bhaiyaa, Bhaiyaa.”
She was not aware as her older brother kissed her mouth and licked the drool from the corner of her mouth. She did not feel when he kissed her beautiful nose and ran his tongue all along her exquisitely beautiful nostrils eventually fucking her each nostril with his tongue as she grappled with her mind bending orgasm. Both brother and sister whispered sweet nothings to each other until they both recovered.
Sameena slowly came to and smiled inwards as her loving brother made love to her beautiful nose. Sameena felt this very personal and sensual. She tightened her clasping arms around her brother’s neck sending her love in an unspoken manner. He responded back by gently biting on the tip of her nose making her giggle.
“Bhaiyaa you can kill me like this,” Sameena complemented her brother who had fucked her like this countless times.
Shaad licked deep inside his sister’s nostril few times before he pulled his tongue and kissed her firmly and whispered, “Making love to you is a blessing and my love will never be any less when you decide to go away to start your own family.”
Sameena whispered in a choking voice, “Bhaiyaa please. I do not want to think about that. I know we can not live together forever, but for now all I want to do is live with you, Nasim and dad.”
Shaad kissed his sister repeatedly like a small child who needs fatherly love after suffering a fall.
Sameena was not surprised when her brother lifted her in his arms still impaled on his barely softened monstrosity of a penis and climbed up on the bed until they both were resting on the pillows. He slowly pulled out of his sister’s overflowing cunt making her wince. Shaad held his sister in his arms, who held him back in her arms.
“Shaad Bhai, aapkaa lund abhee bhee bhooka hai,” Sameena kissed her older brother’s nose on its tip.
“Meenu, meray lund ko ub tumhaari gaand maarnee hai.”
Sameena giggled like a happy little girl. She knew how much her brother loved to torture her ass with his monster. She was aware of the time and she was wise to the fact, with long experience, that her brother could not be satisfied with her ass in the time left before dinner.
“Bhaiyaa, abhee hamaaray paas time nahin hai. Main dinner kay baad raat ko aapkay suite may aa jaaooingee. I plan to work from home tomorrow. Mujhay aap saree raat torture kar sakatay hain.”
Shaad gleefully kissed his younger sister, “I too have no appointment until afternoon. How much time do we have before dinner?”
Sameena kissed his older brother, who had been like a father to her during her growing years, like a naughty schoolboy, “Time enough for one quick fuck. You have to promise me it will be a quick one.”
Shaad smiled enigmatically in reply and rolled his sister on her back. He soon covered her voluptuous body with his huge heavy frame. His rampant monster cock poised at the soft, fluffy, wet entrance of her cunt.
Sameena sighed with happiness and love and kissed her brother as she felt him thrust his mammoth penis steadily inside her cum filled tender cunt.
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Chapter 3 Shahnaz and Akbar
Around the time Gulnaz was immersing herself in the bath waiting for her father’s call and Shahabad was walking purposefully towards his sister’s suite, at about the same time in another suite a young beautiful woman stood brushing her hair after taking a shower. Shahnaz or Shanu, the younger daughter of Akbar and Gulnaz, looked ravishingly beautiful despite a frown on her forehead. She had inherited the same wavy dark, long and thick hair that her mother had. Her face was as beautiful as her mother’s and there were enough hints of features that she must have inherited from her father. Her full mouth always hinted a smile about to break on her lovely face. Her exquisitely beautiful nose could hold anyone’s admiration for hours.
She was slightly taller than her mother and stood at about five foot and seven inches. She was full in body as her mother. Her eyes sparkled as her light brown pupils glinted with every change in her mood. Her large soft heavy breasts belied her young years and promised to grow heavier once she chose to procreate. Her rounded waist curved in and then flared most enticingly into full rounded bottom. The crack of her bottom separated into two upward curves on either side below which her thighs matched the fullness of her ass and her legs carried the same healthy curves to her beautiful calves and very pretty toed feet.
Shanu’s large breasts drooped ever so slightly with their weight and angled languidly outwards giving her a womanly allure. Her smooth tummy moved down to a sharp line of rich curly pubic hair which triangled down to cover her soft, thick pussy lips and moved as the tip of a triangle towards her anus but stopped well short finishing at the lower corner of vaginal opening.
Shahnaz was breath takingly beautiful and was only vaguely aware of her own beauty. Her’s was the type of beauty that calmed your senses and made one believe that nature does create perfection and also gives grace, generosity and loving disposition to boot. Shahnaz was the dream child of any parents.
As Shanu brushed her hair now more brusquely, showing mild impatience, her face radiated more beauty than was fair for one human being to posses. Her large, full breasts danced with every bold stroke of her brush.
Suddenly Shanu stopped and looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. Her whole face seemed to smile including her beautiful nose. Her one hand dropped towards her mount and she winced in discomfort, as her hand seemed to touch her cunt lips covered with lush curly soft bush. She relived the most important day of her life, which was only yesterday. Her smile became more beatific as her mind replayed the whole event in most minute details.
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Shahnaz and her family had an early dinner with their guests who then planned to go to city for night clubbing. Despite their entreaties Shahnaz chose to spend the evening with her father and mother.
They all changed into informal comfortable wears and collected in one of the main living rooms. Gulnaz lit the fire as the evening chill took hold of the house. Gulnaz was wearing a loose kaftan, as was Shahnaz.
Gulnaz sat her beautiful daughter down and brushed her lovely long hair all the while ignoring her false complaints that she was hurting her daughter.
Akbar walked in as his lovely wife and equally beautiful daughter pretended to crib against each other. He was as tall and of replica build as his twin brother and only that he was clean-shaven made him look different. He stationed himself on the other side of the huge living room and opened the book he was trying to finish for a week. He was soon engrossed in the book and failed to realise that his lovely daughter had snuggled up to him.
Shahnaz lifted her father’s arm and buried her face in his chest, “Daddy, I need some serious advice from you.”
Shanu always called him daddy when in public and during serious or formal discussion. She addressed him as abba or abbu when in private or when she was being impulsive and impatient with her father.
Akbar closed the book with his index finger as the bookmark. He kissed his daughter on her cheek and smiled, “Do you think your daddy has enough intelligence to match yours?” he laughed when Shanu punched him with her tiny fist in his belly in response.
“I am serious Abbu. Mummy please ask Daddy to behave,” wailed Shanu.
Gulnaz by now was busy with her needlework and looked up with a happy smile, “You should, by now, be able to make your dad behave without crying for help. I could control my father from my teenage years.”
Akbar groaned melodramatically, “Gul sweetie you are supposed to support your husband and not this hell raiser of a daughter.”
Gulnaz waved her hand imperiously and drew herself from father-daughter discussion.
Akbar lovingly stroked his daughter’s head brushing any errant wavy locks, which flew everywhere as if a breeze was blowing through the living room.
He waited patiently until Shanu whispered into his chest, “I need time to marshal my thoughts, Abbu. You can read your book in the mean time.”
This was unusual but Akbar knew better than to probe. His wife and daughter both would only talk when they wished. He opened and read his book. Shahnaz rubbed her face on her father’s hairy chest. His kurta was unbuttoned. He felt her tiny beautiful hand on his chest as she played with the hair absentmindedly.
Akbar read on and time passed. In another half an hour Gulnaz decided to get up after yawning twice. She brought a soft cashmere blanket and covered her husband and daughter, “It seems you daughter may keep you up with whatever she wants to discuss. If very late please sleep in the guest bedroom. I am getting up early to go to city for shopping. Shanu, can I convince you to accompany me?” Shanu shook her head as her hand rubbed her father’s chest.
Gulnaz bent down to kiss her daughter on her cheek and kissed her husband on lips and bid goodnight to both.
Akbar felt emotional as his daughter clung to him in a manner when she was very young. She would now go away and belong to some other man and his family. Akbar felt an irrational irritation bordering on anger that his daughter would not be his and his alone in a month’s time.
“Abbu, do you want a scotch?” Shanu looked and kissed him as he frowned without being aware, “do not worry I am not going to ask for any money,” she teased her father, “ you can stop frowning.”
Akbar smiled and kissed his daughter and held her tight for few moments, “With two rocks, please.”
Shanu got up and stretched her arms well over her head before setting off towards the bar. Akbar became acutely aware of his daughter’s maturing feminity as she filled the loose kaftan effortlessly with her womanly attributes. ‘Shanu is as beautiful as her mother,’ Akbar thought.
Shanu came back with a large and overgenerous helping of single malt with two rocks for him and one for herself. Their children were brought up as free spirits but were taught to respect boundaries and be self-reliant.
Shanu eased herself back into the crook of her father’s arm. They silently enjoyed twenty-five years old scotch in small sips. Shanu’s tiny hand continuously played with her father’s chest hair. She curled them on her finger and then gently stretched them straight with utmost concentration, before releasing.
They both finished their drinks rather quickly. Without another word being shared Shanu got up again and took her father’s glass and came back with fresh drinks.
Akbar had by now stretched his legs over the divan.
Shanu lifted her father’s arms after proffering him his drink and settled down with her face on his belly. Her hand soon found her earlier preoccupation.
“Daddy, I am still a virgin, you know?”
Akbar sipped his scotch as if it was day-to-day conversation, “No I did not, sweetheart. I thought these days you kids were free of physical hang-ups.”
“ Abbu,” Shanu drew Abbu long to show her impatience, “What if I was waiting for someone perfect and special. I could never collect enough courage to approach and that just never happened.”
“Now you are going to have one. You do love Muntasir,” Akbar persisted rationally, “You two can share all your experiences together.”
“ Daddy, what am I supposed to do to be good with him?” Shanu looked up at her father who finished his drink.
Shanu quickly got up and took his glass and rushed to freshen it up. Soon she was safely ensconsed in her father’s lap after she handed him his scotch filled crystal tumbler.
“ Shanu, should you not have talked to mummy about all this?” Akbar took refuge in the obvious.
Shahnaz again looked up and grabbed a tuft of her father’s chest hair to emphasise her point, “ I did. Mum says to talk to you. She said you can tell me from man’s perspective in more detail than she can.”
Akbar fumbled as his daughter’s head was now resting in his lap and he suddenly noticed that he was getting stiffer without realising.
“I could try Shanu. But it is hard for dads to discuss these things with their sweet daughters.”
“Oh, come on! Abbu, how could you be so bashful to discuss what is obvious we all will do and indulge in freely?”
“Shanu, is there no friend of yours who is close and you like him enough to share with him and see it for yourself,” Akbar was progressive father and had no concern regarding premarital sex.
Shahnaz shook her head her cheek resting on her father’s lap making him uncomfortable, “You are absolutely right dad. I need to experience it for myself. Sadly I missed my boat.”
“Shanu, please. You did say that there was someone. If he is in states we can arrange a discrete flight for you or for him. If he is amenable that is.” Akbar had simple solutions for all convoluted problems. He believed if you love or like a person half the problem is solved in any situation.
Shanu sighed and lifted herself up. She sat in her father’s lap and put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his neck smelling his familiar cologne, “Abbu, he is not in states. Daddy I am sorry to have troubled you.”
Akbar held his daughter close with love and kissed her forehead, “Is that person known to us? I am sorry I did not mean to pry. You do not have to tell me if you do not wish to. I desperately want to set it right for you.”
“I love you so much. There is no father on this earth who would not have told his daughter off for being so obscene,” Shanu kissed her father on his mouth twice before she buried her face again in his chest her fingers toying with his chest hair, “What if I do tell you and it offends you. You may hate me for rest of my life. Do I have your promise that you will forgive me and forget this conversation forever, if that were to be the case?”
“I will never hate you for anything, Shanu,” Akbar’s voice choked, “There is nothing you can do to make me love you any less as my daughter. Nothing and nobody can change that. Please remember this for all times to come. I will rather die than see my love for you diminish for any reason.”
“ I am sorry abbu. I am really, sorry. Please forgive me,” Shanu held her father’s face in her tiny hands and kissed him repeatedly as a taken of her apology. Her eyes were shiny with tears she somehow managed to hold back.
Both father and daughter tightened their arms around each other and let time drift as they both clung to their love they had for each other.
After a long time Akbar gulped his scotch down and to lighten the mood teased Shanu, “Hey bartender, if you want any tip please fill my and my lovely daughter’s glasses promptly.”
“Right away sir,” Shanu laughed. She soon returned with generous helping for her father and a modest one for herself.
They both became comfortable on the sofa. Shahnaz put her cheek against her father’s and said softly, “The way I have felt all along dad, I am quite prepared to allow the hooded thief today in my bedroom. In fact I would be grateful if you could locate him and send him to my suite.”
The time stopped for Akbar. He absentmindedly gulped his scotch in two big swigs. The hooded thief was a joke Gulnaz played on their three children on occasions they needed admonition or correction. Akbar would cover himself with a big white towel or sheet and do a bad job of creating scary noises. All he succeeded in doing was to make all three roll around in mad laughter. They never, however, had to use loud voice or any other restriction to mend their kids’ ways.
Akbar whispered, “Shanu beta!!”
Shahnaz knew the huge moral burden she has dropped on her father. Her father had also taught her that every one has to decide for himself or herself. She had to let her father decide and she would accept the best or the worst decision with equal grace.
“I am really sorry Abbu. I love you. You are the best father in the whole world,” Shanu’s voice cracked with emotion and she knew she would cry if she did not leave right now. Her father could not see her cry. He would rip anything or anyone that could hurt her to bring her to tears, “I will, though, wait for the hooded thief all night. If he does not come tonight I will understand. I do know I will still have my loving father tomorrow morning whatever may happen tonight.”
Shahnaz kissed her father and despite her super control two tears rolled down her cheek and she could not move away fast enough. Akbar felt the wetness on his cheeks as he dumbly saw Shahnaz walk away briskly out of the living room.
Akbar had an open mind for all things life had thrown. Shahnaz had challenged that belief by trusting him, as he always wanted her to. He got up and filled his glass liberally with scotch. The alcohol now had reached his circulation. All the conversation played like loop in his mind again and again. He stared for an eternity and twice filled his glass. He got up slowly and put the glass on the table. Love always tries those who love freely. The more you give your love the more it demands, both, responsibility and courage.
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Chapter 3 Shahnaz and Akbar
Around the time Gulnaz was immersing herself in the bath waiting for her father’s call and Shahabad was walking purposefully towards his sister’s suite, at about the same time in another suite a young beautiful woman stood brushing her hair after taking a shower. Shahnaz or Shanu, the younger daughter of Akbar and Gulnaz, looked ravishingly beautiful despite a frown on her forehead. She had inherited the same wavy dark, long and thick hair that her mother had. Her face was as beautiful as her mother’s and there were enough hints of features that she must have inherited from her father. Her full mouth always hinted a smile about to break on her lovely face. Her exquisitely beautiful nose could hold anyone’s admiration for hours.
She was slightly taller than her mother and stood at about five foot and seven inches. She was full in body as her mother. Her eyes sparkled as her light brown pupils glinted with every change in her mood. Her large soft heavy breasts belied her young years and promised to grow heavier once she chose to procreate. Her rounded waist curved in and then flared most enticingly into full rounded bottom. The crack of her bottom separated into two upward curves on either side below which her thighs matched the fullness of her ass and her legs carried the same healthy curves to her beautiful calves and very pretty toed feet.
Shanu’s large breasts drooped ever so slightly with their weight and angled languidly outwards giving her a womanly allure. Her smooth tummy moved down to a sharp line of rich curly pubic hair which triangled down to cover her soft, thick pussy lips and moved as the tip of a triangle towards her anus but stopped well short finishing at the lower corner of vaginal opening.
Shahnaz was breath takingly beautiful and was only vaguely aware of her own beauty. Her’s was the type of beauty that calmed your senses and made one believe that nature does create perfection and also gives grace, generosity and loving disposition to boot. Shahnaz was the dream child of any parents.
As Shanu brushed her hair now more brusquely, showing mild impatience, her face radiated more beauty than was fair for one human being to posses. Her large, full breasts danced with every bold stroke of her brush.
Suddenly Shanu stopped and looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. Her whole face seemed to smile including her beautiful nose. Her one hand dropped towards her mount and she winced in discomfort, as her hand seemed to touch her cunt lips covered with lush curly soft bush. She relived the most important day of her life, which was only yesterday. Her smile became more beatific as her mind replayed the whole event in most minute details.
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Shahnaz and her family had an early dinner with their guests who then planned to go to city for night clubbing. Despite their entreaties Shahnaz chose to spend the evening with her father and mother.
They all changed into informal comfortable wears and collected in one of the main living rooms. Gulnaz lit the fire as the evening chill took hold of the house. Gulnaz was wearing a loose kaftan, as was Shahnaz.
Gulnaz sat her beautiful daughter down and brushed her lovely long hair all the while ignoring her false complaints that she was hurting her daughter.
Akbar walked in as his lovely wife and equally beautiful daughter pretended to crib against each other. He was as tall and of replica build as his twin brother and only that he was clean-shaven made him look different. He stationed himself on the other side of the huge living room and opened the book he was trying to finish for a week. He was soon engrossed in the book and failed to realise that his lovely daughter had snuggled up to him.
Shahnaz lifted her father’s arm and buried her face in his chest, “Daddy, I need some serious advice from you.”
Shanu always called him daddy when in public and during serious or formal discussion. She addressed him as abba or abbu when in private or when she was being impulsive and impatient with her father.
Akbar closed the book with his index finger as the bookmark. He kissed his daughter on her cheek and smiled, “Do you think your daddy has enough intelligence to match yours?” he laughed when Shanu punched him with her tiny fist in his belly in response.
“I am serious Abbu. Mummy please ask Daddy to behave,” wailed Shanu.
Gulnaz by now was busy with her needlework and looked up with a happy smile, “You should, by now, be able to make your dad behave without crying for help. I could control my father from my teenage years.”
Akbar groaned melodramatically, “Gul sweetie you are supposed to support your husband and not this hell raiser of a daughter.”
Gulnaz waved her hand imperiously and drew herself from father-daughter discussion.
Akbar lovingly stroked his daughter’s head brushing any errant wavy locks, which flew everywhere as if a breeze was blowing through the living room.
He waited patiently until Shanu whispered into his chest, “I need time to marshal my thoughts, Abbu. You can read your book in the mean time.”
This was unusual but Akbar knew better than to probe. His wife and daughter both would only talk when they wished. He opened and read his book. Shahnaz rubbed her face on her father’s hairy chest. His kurta was unbuttoned. He felt her tiny beautiful hand on his chest as she played with the hair absentmindedly.
Akbar read on and time passed. In another half an hour Gulnaz decided to get up after yawning twice. She brought a soft cashmere blanket and covered her husband and daughter, “It seems you daughter may keep you up with whatever she wants to discuss. If very late please sleep in the guest bedroom. I am getting up early to go to city for shopping. Shanu, can I convince you to accompany me?” Shanu shook her head as her hand rubbed her father’s chest.
Gulnaz bent down to kiss her daughter on her cheek and kissed her husband on lips and bid goodnight to both.
Akbar felt emotional as his daughter clung to him in a manner when she was very young. She would now go away and belong to some other man and his family. Akbar felt an irrational irritation bordering on anger that his daughter would not be his and his alone in a month’s time.
“Abbu, do you want a scotch?” Shanu looked and kissed him as he frowned without being aware, “do not worry I am not going to ask for any money,” she teased her father, “ you can stop frowning.”
Akbar smiled and kissed his daughter and held her tight for few moments, “With two rocks, please.”
Shanu got up and stretched her arms well over her head before setting off towards the bar. Akbar became acutely aware of his daughter’s maturing feminity as she filled the loose kaftan effortlessly with her womanly attributes. ‘Shanu is as beautiful as her mother,’ Akbar thought.
Shanu came back with a large and overgenerous helping of single malt with two rocks for him and one for herself. Their children were brought up as free spirits but were taught to respect boundaries and be self-reliant.
Shanu eased herself back into the crook of her father’s arm. They silently enjoyed twenty-five years old scotch in small sips. Shanu’s tiny hand continuously played with her father’s chest hair. She curled them on her finger and then gently stretched them straight with utmost concentration, before releasing.
They both finished their drinks rather quickly. Without another word being shared Shanu got up again and took her father’s glass and came back with fresh drinks.
Akbar had by now stretched his legs over the divan.
Shanu lifted her father’s arms after proffering him his drink and settled down with her face on his belly. Her hand soon found her earlier preoccupation.
“Daddy, I am still a virgin, you know?”
Akbar sipped his scotch as if it was day-to-day conversation, “No I did not, sweetheart. I thought these days you kids were free of physical hang-ups.”
“ Abbu,” Shanu drew Abbu long to show her impatience, “What if I was waiting for someone perfect and special. I could never collect enough courage to approach and that just never happened.”
“Now you are going to have one. You do love Muntasir,” Akbar persisted rationally, “You two can share all your experiences together.”
“ Daddy, what am I supposed to do to be good with him?” Shanu looked up at her father who finished his drink.
Shanu quickly got up and took his glass and rushed to freshen it up. Soon she was safely ensconsed in her father’s lap after she handed him his scotch filled crystal tumbler.
“ Shanu, should you not have talked to mummy about all this?” Akbar took refuge in the obvious.
Shahnaz again looked up and grabbed a tuft of her father’s chest hair to emphasise her point, “ I did. Mum says to talk to you. She said you can tell me from man’s perspective in more detail than she can.”
Akbar fumbled as his daughter’s head was now resting in his lap and he suddenly noticed that he was getting stiffer without realising.
“I could try Shanu. But it is hard for dads to discuss these things with their sweet daughters.”
“Oh, come on! Abbu, how could you be so bashful to discuss what is obvious we all will do and indulge in freely?”
“Shanu, is there no friend of yours who is close and you like him enough to share with him and see it for yourself,” Akbar was progressive father and had no concern regarding premarital sex.
Shahnaz shook her head her cheek resting on her father’s lap making him uncomfortable, “You are absolutely right dad. I need to experience it for myself. Sadly I missed my boat.”
“Shanu, please. You did say that there was someone. If he is in states we can arrange a discrete flight for you or for him. If he is amenable that is.” Akbar had simple solutions for all convoluted problems. He believed if you love or like a person half the problem is solved in any situation.
Shanu sighed and lifted herself up. She sat in her father’s lap and put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his neck smelling his familiar cologne, “Abbu, he is not in states. Daddy I am sorry to have troubled you.”
Akbar held his daughter close with love and kissed her forehead, “Is that person known to us? I am sorry I did not mean to pry. You do not have to tell me if you do not wish to. I desperately want to set it right for you.”
“I love you so much. There is no father on this earth who would not have told his daughter off for being so obscene,” Shanu kissed her father on his mouth twice before she buried her face again in his chest her fingers toying with his chest hair, “What if I do tell you and it offends you. You may hate me for rest of my life. Do I have your promise that you will forgive me and forget this conversation forever, if that were to be the case?”
“I will never hate you for anything, Shanu,” Akbar’s voice choked, “There is nothing you can do to make me love you any less as my daughter. Nothing and nobody can change that. Please remember this for all times to come. I will rather die than see my love for you diminish for any reason.”
“ I am sorry abbu. I am really, sorry. Please forgive me,” Shanu held her father’s face in her tiny hands and kissed him repeatedly as a taken of her apology. Her eyes were shiny with tears she somehow managed to hold back.
Both father and daughter tightened their arms around each other and let time drift as they both clung to their love they had for each other.
After a long time Akbar gulped his scotch down and to lighten the mood teased Shanu, “Hey bartender, if you want any tip please fill my and my lovely daughter’s glasses promptly.”
“Right away sir,” Shanu laughed. She soon returned with generous helping for her father and a modest one for herself.
They both became comfortable on the sofa. Shahnaz put her cheek against her father’s and said softly, “The way I have felt all along dad, I am quite prepared to allow the hooded thief today in my bedroom. In fact I would be grateful if you could locate him and send him to my suite.”
The time stopped for Akbar. He absentmindedly gulped his scotch in two big swigs. The hooded thief was a joke Gulnaz played on their three children on occasions they needed admonition or correction. Akbar would cover himself with a big white towel or sheet and do a bad job of creating scary noises. All he succeeded in doing was to make all three roll around in mad laughter. They never, however, had to use loud voice or any other restriction to mend their kids’ ways.
Akbar whispered, “Shanu beta!!”
Shahnaz knew the huge moral burden she has dropped on her father. Her father had also taught her that every one has to decide for himself or herself. She had to let her father decide and she would accept the best or the worst decision with equal grace.
“I am really sorry Abbu. I love you. You are the best father in the whole world,” Shanu’s voice cracked with emotion and she knew she would cry if she did not leave right now. Her father could not see her cry. He would rip anything or anyone that could hurt her to bring her to tears, “I will, though, wait for the hooded thief all night. If he does not come tonight I will understand. I do know I will still have my loving father tomorrow morning whatever may happen tonight.”
Shahnaz kissed her father and despite her super control two tears rolled down her cheek and she could not move away fast enough. Akbar felt the wetness on his cheeks as he dumbly saw Shahnaz walk away briskly out of the living room.
Akbar had an open mind for all things life had thrown. Shahnaz had challenged that belief by trusting him, as he always wanted her to. He got up and filled his glass liberally with scotch. The alcohol now had reached his circulation. All the conversation played like loop in his mind again and again. He stared for an eternity and twice filled his glass. He got up slowly and put the glass on the table. Love always tries those who love freely. The more you give your love the more it demands, both, responsibility and courage.
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Shahnaz changed inside her suite – she threw away her kaftan as tears ran down her cheeks. She ripped her bra and panties off her. Somehow she was stupid enough to think it would be all so simple. Now she realised she had opened the Pandora’s box. She chose a wrong time and did it horribly badly. Shahnaz cried silently. She hastily pulled a thin short silk nightgown over herself and curled up in her bed. The only light in her room came from the bathroom lights she forgot to switch off; it filled the room with smooth blue tinge. She was too distraught to get up and switch the lights off.
It seemed like ages before her sobs died down. She was not sure if she was asleep or dreaming. She felt a soft closing sound of the sliding door she had forgotten to close.
Her breathing became very hard. She felt there was not enough air for her to breathe. She turned towards the door and saw a huge figure move slowly towards her bed. She could die with nervous excitement. Her breasts rose and fell with each laboured breath. Her belly muscles tensed up as if she was going to be hit by something. Her father knelt by the side of her bed. Time froze and lost all meaning for two people. Shahnaz felt, but barely saw her father’s face in dim light, move towards her. She felt his lips touch hers ever so gently. He whispered without moving his lips away, “I managed to find the hooded thief for you Shanu baytee. He is all yours. Do what you may with him.”
Shahnaz sobbed and her arms flew out of the sheet and she wrapped them around her father’s neck as she pushed her lips against his. Akbar kissed his daughter as a woman and soon he pried her mouth open with his tongue. Father and daughter ravaged each other’s mouth to seek hidden treasures. Their tongues duelled and their saliva mixed. The kiss was momentous and would have been appropriate if all the bands in the world started to play all together. But in the huge universe and in a large cosmic design this momentous event happened in still quiet of the night with utter silent ferocity of mutual love that father and daughter had shared all their lives. In fact all the bands were playing. They were playing only inside the heads of Shahnaz and her father.
Shahnaz could never recall how long the kiss lasted. She clung to her father like a small child scared of something in the dark. Akbar never eased his mouth off his daughter’s. Shahnaz felt her father’s hand move under the sheet and softly rested on her tummy. Akbar’s hand, ever so slowly moved up, until it reached the heaving breasts of his daughter. Shahnaz felt her breathing that has just eased up became raspy again as she felt her father’s strong hand move over her right breast and it softly covered it over the gossamer silk gown. Shahnaz felt her father’s mouth become even more insistent and his hand massaged her breast. Shahnaz felt her whole body burning with happiness and desire so strong that she could scream. Shahnaz had no idea what would happen when. She knew that her father would take her wherever she needed to go tonight.
Her father removed his hand and before Shahnaz could panic she felt his hand find the hem of the gown and soon his warm huge hand snaked up on her belly and soon covered her breast. The touch of his hand on her naked breast made her jump. Her belly muscles were spasming with excitement. Akbar kissed his daughter and massaged her breasts making her gasp with her virginal lust. He found her big thick nipple hard and engorged. He gently took her exquisitely sensitive and engorged nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled it slowly. Shahnaz thought she would explode. She did not realise but her hips rose up on their on accord. She felt wet warm fluids running between her thighs.
“Abbu…Abbu….I love you,” Shahnaz declared the obvious in a throaty whisper inside her father’s mouth.
Akbar broke the kiss and slowly lifted the gown up. Shahnaz quickly sat up to help her father. The simple act of taking off her gown was so defining that night. Her father had taken her clothes off for the first time as a woman.
Shahnaz could just about make out in dim light as her father dropped her gown on the floor. He removed his kurta and threw it away. Shahnaz felt her throat choke. The sheer perversity and taboo of her father removing her gown and then taking his clothes off seemed even more momentous than him kissing her and fondling her breasts.
Shahnaz saw her father undoing the narra of his salwar and pull it off. He slowly walked back towards her bed. He pulled the sheet off Shahnaz. He gently pushed her back on the bed. He climbed on the bed at the foot end. Shahnaz would never forget the moment when her father gently separated her legs and bent forwards to bury his face between the virgin thighs of his daughter.
Shahnaz gasped and bit her lip as her father mouth kissed her virgin pussy covered with lush dark pubic growth. She felt she was leaking fluids as if she was peeing. Her father’s tongue separated her cunt lips and he licked the entrance from bottom to the tip finishing at his daughter’s clitoris. Shahnaz’s body spasmed as if she was about to have a fit.
Her hands of their own accord reached over her father’s head and she grabbed his thick curls between her fingers not realising she might have been hurting him.
Akbar slowly licked the whole soft sweet smelling opening of his daughter’s pussy always finishing with her clitoris. Shahnaz now held her thighs wide open so Akbar freed his hands and moved them around his daughter’s thighs to gently grab her soft large breasts in his big hands.
He traced the whole vaginal opening with his tongue and soon concentrated on his daughter’s clitoris. He first gently and then firmly flicked it with his tongue as his daughter’s cunt oozed sweet fragrant juices constantly. Shahnaz was moaning as if in pain. Her hips were moving up and down but erratically. Her father managed to keep his lips and tongue on his daughter’s clitoris despite her wild movements and continued to lick it. His tongue was now flicking over his daughter’s clitoris rapidly making her moans louder and louder.
In next few minutes Shahnaz let out a loud moan and soon lifted her back off the bed as if in agony. Her hands gripped her father’s head even tighter than before trying to push his face into her vagina. She felt a painful spasm deep inside her lower belly. Shahnaz felt as if her heart was going to explode. Shahnaz closed her eyes tight shut as her agonising spasm overwhelmed her. Suddenly she felt as if her breasts were on fire and then the pain shot downwards localising itself deep inside her pussy. Shahnaz now was not concerned if her breathing stopped, her whole existence centred around the fact, if this pain could explode and leave her. Suddenly her whole body went even more rigid and still. Shahnaz let out a guttural moan and flopped back on the bed as her climax tore through her virginal body. It was nothing compared to anything she had managed while masturbating. Her father continued to lick her cunt as she struggled with her rampant orgasm. It took many minutes before Shahnaz quietened down. Her father was still licking her now very sensitive clitoris. It was hypersensitive. She wriggled her hips to move away from her father’s educated but torturing mouth. Her breathing was still ragged.
Her father rose from her very wet and leaky cunt and moved over her. He slowly draped his huge body over hers. She kissed him and soon tasted her pussy juices. She held him tight as if he would run away or vanish in thin air.
Akbar kissed his daughter and whispered, “It may hurt a bit Shanu beta.”
Shahnaz shook her head not trusting her voice to suggest that her father should not worry about that.
Shahnaz felt her father take his right hand down towards his groin and soon felt a big warm rounded tip of his penis at the entrance of cunt slick with her juices. Her hips were flexed and her thighs had fallen wide open. Shahnaz felt her father rub a warm, soft at the same time hard huge fist like structure up and down over the soft entrance of her cunt.
Shahnaz felt her father move his hips and made some adjustments with his hand and she felt a constant pressure on her cunt like she had never felt before. It was a dull but threateningly fearful pressure. Her arms tightened around her father’s neck as Shahnaz felt the pressure increasing in insistence. Suddenly Shahnaz felt a sharp pain as that huge fist shot inside the tight virginal entrance of her cunt stretching her pussy beyond belief. Shahnaz wanted to scream with the pain she felt but heroically bit her lip and felt her eyes filling up with warm tears.
Shahnaz would rather die than declare her pain to her father. If he was inflicting the pain then it needed to be done. She would relive this pain thousand times over if it resulted in consummation of her love towards her father that she had nurtured since she entered her teens.
Shahnaz rubbed her tiny hand over her father’s upper back feeling the hair on his back. She felt this would translate into her wishes that he should carry on and take her as he felt he should.
Shahnaz felt the initial pain either diminishing or she adapted. She kissed her father’s nose again and again.
Shahnaz felt her father emit a soft grunt and she felt a truncheon like shaft being pushed inside her cunt. The pain renewed and she gasped and moaned despite her attempt to curb her screams. Shahnaz felt her cunt walls being pushed apart as she felt a massive fist moving persistently in. She felt fresh warm tears roll down her cheeks and she felt inch after inch of the monstrosity invading, stretching her soft tight virgin pussy, until the giant truncheon touched even more painful point making her jump. She felt rather than hear her father whisper, “Sorry Shanu beta.”
Shahnaz felt her father pull the massive thick shaft out and then she felt as if her whole cunt was on fire as she felt him push it back with brutal force. Shahnaz screamed despite herself. Her head rolled from side to side. Her hips tried to move away from the punishing monstrosity that her father possessed. Her father’s weight made all her movements ineffective. Shahnaz was now sobbing softly as the excruciating pain increased as her father kept on pushing the huge tree trunk like truncheon persistently. Shahnaz felt it took ages until she felt her father’s groin meet hers. Her father kissed her all over her face. He licked her tears away.
“Sorry Shanu. I did not mean to hurt you,” Akbar whispered into his daughter’s mouth.
Shahnaz kissed him back and whispered with difficulty as her cunt felt on fire, “It is for the first time only.”
Shahnaz felt her father slowly pull his huge penis out inch by inch and it took ages until Shahnaz felt that only her cunt opening was filled with her father’s monster cock. She felt the same huge penetrating monster force its way back inside her tender but welcoming pussy. Shahnaz moaned continuously.
Her fathers repeated the slow process of pulling his huge thickness out and then push it back slowly but steadily back inside her tortured cunt.
Shahnaz felt her moans were less urgent and she felt a different kind of warmth generating inside her cunt.
She did not realise that her father had been slowly allowing her virgin cunt to get used to his violating monster of a cock for over half an hour.
“Aapkaa lund bahut hee barra aur mota hai, abbu,” Shahnaz softly admonished her father.
“Sorry beta. Kyaa main apnaa lund aapkee choot say bahir nikaal loon?” Akbar chided back.
Shahnaz grabbed tip of her father’s nose between her teeth and bit on it gently, “Aapkaa lund aaj saree raat mayree choot say nahin nikalaygaa. Aapnay mujhay promise diyaa hai.”
Akbar felt an overwhelming love over and beyond the endless affection he had for his daughter, “Shanu beta, kyaa main ub aapkee choot maroon?”
Shahnaz nodded her head and freshened her grip of her arms around her father’s neck.
Shahnaz felt her father’s mouth clamping on her as his tongue invaded her sweet mouth. She now aggressively duelled with his tongue with hers. She felt her father raise his hips pulling out his monster penis making her cunt feel empty. She felt a sudden rush and she felt her cunt dilate as her father pushed his huge manhood back inside her cunt. The pain was much less this time. Shahnaz let her father repeat in and out few times and then she intoned in to his mouth, “Abbu, ub dard bahut kum hai.”
Shahnaz felt her father’s hand lift her legs and wrapped them around his muscular waist her heels resting on his massive, strong hips. She felt even more widely open in this position. Her father pulled his invading monster penis out again and used a powerful thrust to push it back in one fluid motion. Shahnaz gasped not so much with pain but with a new feeling of wanting to feel the pain. All of a sudden she realised her father had apologised to his virgin daughter for causing her pain not to the woman he had just deflowered. Shahnaz sexually became a woman in that moment. She used her hand now to stroke her father’s face, his back and his hugely muscled arms as he used a steady in and out piston like pace to fuck his daughter.
“Abbu, now you can fuck me properly. Mujhay aapkaa lund poora kaa poora upnee choot may chaahiyay.”
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Shahnaz changed inside her suite – she threw away her kaftan as tears ran down her cheeks. She ripped her bra and panties off her. Somehow she was stupid enough to think it would be all so simple. Now she realised she had opened the Pandora’s box. She chose a wrong time and did it horribly badly. Shahnaz cried silently. She hastily pulled a thin short silk nightgown over herself and curled up in her bed. The only light in her room came from the bathroom lights she forgot to switch off; it filled the room with smooth blue tinge. She was too distraught to get up and switch the lights off.
It seemed like ages before her sobs died down. She was not sure if she was asleep or dreaming. She felt a soft closing sound of the sliding door she had forgotten to close.
Her breathing became very hard. She felt there was not enough air for her to breathe. She turned towards the door and saw a huge figure move slowly towards her bed. She could die with nervous excitement. Her breasts rose and fell with each laboured breath. Her belly muscles tensed up as if she was going to be hit by something. Her father knelt by the side of her bed. Time froze and lost all meaning for two people. Shahnaz felt, but barely saw her father’s face in dim light, move towards her. She felt his lips touch hers ever so gently. He whispered without moving his lips away, “I managed to find the hooded thief for you Shanu baytee. He is all yours. Do what you may with him.”
Shahnaz sobbed and her arms flew out of the sheet and she wrapped them around her father’s neck as she pushed her lips against his. Akbar kissed his daughter as a woman and soon he pried her mouth open with his tongue. Father and daughter ravaged each other’s mouth to seek hidden treasures. Their tongues duelled and their saliva mixed. The kiss was momentous and would have been appropriate if all the bands in the world started to play all together. But in the huge universe and in a large cosmic design this momentous event happened in still quiet of the night with utter silent ferocity of mutual love that father and daughter had shared all their lives. In fact all the bands were playing. They were playing only inside the heads of Shahnaz and her father.
Shahnaz could never recall how long the kiss lasted. She clung to her father like a small child scared of something in the dark. Akbar never eased his mouth off his daughter’s. Shahnaz felt her father’s hand move under the sheet and softly rested on her tummy. Akbar’s hand, ever so slowly moved up, until it reached the heaving breasts of his daughter. Shahnaz felt her breathing that has just eased up became raspy again as she felt her father’s strong hand move over her right breast and it softly covered it over the gossamer silk gown. Shahnaz felt her father’s mouth become even more insistent and his hand massaged her breast. Shahnaz felt her whole body burning with happiness and desire so strong that she could scream. Shahnaz had no idea what would happen when. She knew that her father would take her wherever she needed to go tonight.
Her father removed his hand and before Shahnaz could panic she felt his hand find the hem of the gown and soon his warm huge hand snaked up on her belly and soon covered her breast. The touch of his hand on her naked breast made her jump. Her belly muscles were spasming with excitement. Akbar kissed his daughter and massaged her breasts making her gasp with her virginal lust. He found her big thick nipple hard and engorged. He gently took her exquisitely sensitive and engorged nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled it slowly. Shahnaz thought she would explode. She did not realise but her hips rose up on their on accord. She felt wet warm fluids running between her thighs.
“Abbu…Abbu….I love you,” Shahnaz declared the obvious in a throaty whisper inside her father’s mouth.
Akbar broke the kiss and slowly lifted the gown up. Shahnaz quickly sat up to help her father. The simple act of taking off her gown was so defining that night. Her father had taken her clothes off for the first time as a woman.
Shahnaz could just about make out in dim light as her father dropped her gown on the floor. He removed his kurta and threw it away. Shahnaz felt her throat choke. The sheer perversity and taboo of her father removing her gown and then taking his clothes off seemed even more momentous than him kissing her and fondling her breasts.
Shahnaz saw her father undoing the narra of his salwar and pull it off. He slowly walked back towards her bed. He pulled the sheet off Shahnaz. He gently pushed her back on the bed. He climbed on the bed at the foot end. Shahnaz would never forget the moment when her father gently separated her legs and bent forwards to bury his face between the virgin thighs of his daughter.
Shahnaz gasped and bit her lip as her father mouth kissed her virgin pussy covered with lush dark pubic growth. She felt she was leaking fluids as if she was peeing. Her father’s tongue separated her cunt lips and he licked the entrance from bottom to the tip finishing at his daughter’s clitoris. Shahnaz’s body spasmed as if she was about to have a fit.
Her hands of their own accord reached over her father’s head and she grabbed his thick curls between her fingers not realising she might have been hurting him.
Akbar slowly licked the whole soft sweet smelling opening of his daughter’s pussy always finishing with her clitoris. Shahnaz now held her thighs wide open so Akbar freed his hands and moved them around his daughter’s thighs to gently grab her soft large breasts in his big hands.
He traced the whole vaginal opening with his tongue and soon concentrated on his daughter’s clitoris. He first gently and then firmly flicked it with his tongue as his daughter’s cunt oozed sweet fragrant juices constantly. Shahnaz was moaning as if in pain. Her hips were moving up and down but erratically. Her father managed to keep his lips and tongue on his daughter’s clitoris despite her wild movements and continued to lick it. His tongue was now flicking over his daughter’s clitoris rapidly making her moans louder and louder.
In next few minutes Shahnaz let out a loud moan and soon lifted her back off the bed as if in agony. Her hands gripped her father’s head even tighter than before trying to push his face into her vagina. She felt a painful spasm deep inside her lower belly. Shahnaz felt as if her heart was going to explode. Shahnaz closed her eyes tight shut as her agonising spasm overwhelmed her. Suddenly she felt as if her breasts were on fire and then the pain shot downwards localising itself deep inside her pussy. Shahnaz now was not concerned if her breathing stopped, her whole existence centred around the fact, if this pain could explode and leave her. Suddenly her whole body went even more rigid and still. Shahnaz let out a guttural moan and flopped back on the bed as her climax tore through her virginal body. It was nothing compared to anything she had managed while masturbating. Her father continued to lick her cunt as she struggled with her rampant orgasm. It took many minutes before Shahnaz quietened down. Her father was still licking her now very sensitive clitoris. It was hypersensitive. She wriggled her hips to move away from her father’s educated but torturing mouth. Her breathing was still ragged.
Her father rose from her very wet and leaky cunt and moved over her. He slowly draped his huge body over hers. She kissed him and soon tasted her pussy juices. She held him tight as if he would run away or vanish in thin air.
Akbar kissed his daughter and whispered, “It may hurt a bit Shanu beta.”
Shahnaz shook her head not trusting her voice to suggest that her father should not worry about that.
Shahnaz felt her father take his right hand down towards his groin and soon felt a big warm rounded tip of his penis at the entrance of cunt slick with her juices. Her hips were flexed and her thighs had fallen wide open. Shahnaz felt her father rub a warm, soft at the same time hard huge fist like structure up and down over the soft entrance of her cunt.
Shahnaz felt her father move his hips and made some adjustments with his hand and she felt a constant pressure on her cunt like she had never felt before. It was a dull but threateningly fearful pressure. Her arms tightened around her father’s neck as Shahnaz felt the pressure increasing in insistence. Suddenly Shahnaz felt a sharp pain as that huge fist shot inside the tight virginal entrance of her cunt stretching her pussy beyond belief. Shahnaz wanted to scream with the pain she felt but heroically bit her lip and felt her eyes filling up with warm tears.
Shahnaz would rather die than declare her pain to her father. If he was inflicting the pain then it needed to be done. She would relive this pain thousand times over if it resulted in consummation of her love towards her father that she had nurtured since she entered her teens.
Shahnaz rubbed her tiny hand over her father’s upper back feeling the hair on his back. She felt this would translate into her wishes that he should carry on and take her as he felt he should.
Shahnaz felt the initial pain either diminishing or she adapted. She kissed her father’s nose again and again.
Shahnaz felt her father emit a soft grunt and she felt a truncheon like shaft being pushed inside her cunt. The pain renewed and she gasped and moaned despite her attempt to curb her screams. Shahnaz felt her cunt walls being pushed apart as she felt a massive fist moving persistently in. She felt fresh warm tears roll down her cheeks and she felt inch after inch of the monstrosity invading, stretching her soft tight virgin pussy, until the giant truncheon touched even more painful point making her jump. She felt rather than hear her father whisper, “Sorry Shanu beta.”
Shahnaz felt her father pull the massive thick shaft out and then she felt as if her whole cunt was on fire as she felt him push it back with brutal force. Shahnaz screamed despite herself. Her head rolled from side to side. Her hips tried to move away from the punishing monstrosity that her father possessed. Her father’s weight made all her movements ineffective. Shahnaz was now sobbing softly as the excruciating pain increased as her father kept on pushing the huge tree trunk like truncheon persistently. Shahnaz felt it took ages until she felt her father’s groin meet hers. Her father kissed her all over her face. He licked her tears away.
“Sorry Shanu. I did not mean to hurt you,” Akbar whispered into his daughter’s mouth.
Shahnaz kissed him back and whispered with difficulty as her cunt felt on fire, “It is for the first time only.”
Shahnaz felt her father slowly pull his huge penis out inch by inch and it took ages until Shahnaz felt that only her cunt opening was filled with her father’s monster cock. She felt the same huge penetrating monster force its way back inside her tender but welcoming pussy. Shahnaz moaned continuously.
Her fathers repeated the slow process of pulling his huge thickness out and then push it back slowly but steadily back inside her tortured cunt.
Shahnaz felt her moans were less urgent and she felt a different kind of warmth generating inside her cunt.
She did not realise that her father had been slowly allowing her virgin cunt to get used to his violating monster of a cock for over half an hour.
“Aapkaa lund bahut hee barra aur mota hai, abbu,” Shahnaz softly admonished her father.
“Sorry beta. Kyaa main apnaa lund aapkee choot say bahir nikaal loon?” Akbar chided back.
Shahnaz grabbed tip of her father’s nose between her teeth and bit on it gently, “Aapkaa lund aaj saree raat mayree choot say nahin nikalaygaa. Aapnay mujhay promise diyaa hai.”
Akbar felt an overwhelming love over and beyond the endless affection he had for his daughter, “Shanu beta, kyaa main ub aapkee choot maroon?”
Shahnaz nodded her head and freshened her grip of her arms around her father’s neck.
Shahnaz felt her father’s mouth clamping on her as his tongue invaded her sweet mouth. She now aggressively duelled with his tongue with hers. She felt her father raise his hips pulling out his monster penis making her cunt feel empty. She felt a sudden rush and she felt her cunt dilate as her father pushed his huge manhood back inside her cunt. The pain was much less this time. Shahnaz let her father repeat in and out few times and then she intoned in to his mouth, “Abbu, ub dard bahut kum hai.”
Shahnaz felt her father’s hand lift her legs and wrapped them around his muscular waist her heels resting on his massive, strong hips. She felt even more widely open in this position. Her father pulled his invading monster penis out again and used a powerful thrust to push it back in one fluid motion. Shahnaz gasped not so much with pain but with a new feeling of wanting to feel the pain. All of a sudden she realised her father had apologised to his virgin daughter for causing her pain not to the woman he had just deflowered. Shahnaz sexually became a woman in that moment. She used her hand now to stroke her father’s face, his back and his hugely muscled arms as he used a steady in and out piston like pace to fuck his daughter.
“Abbu, now you can fuck me properly. Mujhay aapkaa lund poora kaa poora upnee choot may chaahiyay.”
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