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 Savior Sister

   This one has a different set of characters, I however, will remain the
hero of the story.  Name is Fitrat but called Munna by the family.  The
story starts from the time when I was seventeen and just finished my school
education.  I was a total virgin, and pretty lonely but wanted to explore
my sexuality.  I got hard-ons all the time and jacked off a lot.  Most of
my friends did the same, and sometimes we'd swap stories about girls we'd
seen, discussing their asses or tits.  Occasionally one of us would get to
see some of the actual body parts or clothing parts like bras, but mostly
we just fantasized and stroked our own cocks.

   The city where I lived gets hot in the summers.  One summer my parents
decided to sent me to a cooler town where my elder sister lived.  The name
of my sister was Erum who was only 8 years older than me.  She was married
to a bank officer named Mukhtar.  She however was waiting for har first
child.  I have a great respect for my sister.  She was happy to receive me
as her guest.

   The good thing was that one of the nephew of my brother-in-law was also
visiting them.  His name was Sabahat and he was only a year younger than
me. He was slender and fair and had long silky hairs.  A friendship was
struck between us immediately.  However there was something different about
him.  Once I saw him wearing a lady's shirt.  He told me that all his
cloths are in laundry therefore, he was wearing a shirt of my sister.

   One day both of us went to roof for kite flying.  To our bad luck we
lost our kite early.  We sat down in a shade to watch other kites to fly.
While Sabahat was busy watching kites I find something more interesting on
a nearby roof.  I saw a teenage girl spreading cloths for drying.  Her
hairs were loose and wet.  She perhaps came to roof after having a shower.
She was without a duppta and I can see her pert breasts jiggling as she
moved.

   I drew the attention of my friend to her.  Looking at her he smiled and
said,

   "It seems you are over interested in girls."

   "What are you talking buddy.  Don't you know how much fun a male can
have with them."

   "They are fun but they are not the only fun"

   "Wait a minute, I cant understand.  Are we talking about sex or
something else?"

   "I too am talking about it but what I am saying is hard to explain"

   "Be frank Yar [buddy], I am always interested in something new,
something nasty."

   "Don't you know boys can have fun with boys."

   "Boys!  Rubbish."

   "You are innocent."

   "Explain then, I want to know."

   "This is not a good place for such talk."

   "Let us move to mumti." I pointed to a small room on the roof

   As soon as we entered the small room Sabahat did something strange.  He
asked me to drop my pants and show him my cock.

   I dropped my pants and pulled the waist band of my boxer briefs down
towards my feet.  Without a word, he got on hiz knees and looked up at me
as he grabbed my cock with hands.  He looked up into my eyes as he jacked
me off, and hiz other hand went under my balls.  I slid forward and leaned
back to give him better access, and then he lowered hiz head to my cock.  I
had the experience of masturbating but but no idea that it can be much more
fun if did by some one to you.

   He opened hiz mouth and took my head into hiz lips and hiz tongue
swirled around it.  he began to suck on the head of my cock and tried to
take as much of it as possible.  By then I was as hard as steal.  I really
wanted to grab hiz head and just start fucking hiz mouth, but I didn't want
to scare him.  It was my first time getting head and I wanted to enjoy it.
He moved a hand down to my nut sack and let the head of my cock pop out of
hiz mouth.

   "Is it fun or not?" he asked

   "Good Lord, this is heavens." I replied

   I had never felt that before, and my eyes must have rolled back in my
head, as my head was swimming with the sensation.  He started moving up and
down on my cock, hiz lips clinging to the sides and hiz tongue working over
it and flicking over the head and around it in circles.

   "gluppp gluppppppppppp glopp"

   He was making loud slurping sounds and working on my tight little balls
with hiz other hand.  I just reached out and ran my fingers through hiz
hair and pulled him deeper on my cock and my hips moved on their own in a
fucking motion, and I was fucking hiz mouth and he was sucking my cock.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhh Stop, please ahhhhhhhhhh" I groaned and came.

   Hiz mouth twitched and hiz throat moved and he sucked hard on me as I
emptied into hiz mouth.  I have squirted hard before, but that day I was at
my prime.  I cut loose so much it began to leak out of the corner of hiz
mouth and finally he pulled off.  He spat my cum but I was still squirting
a bit and couple more shots landed on hiz nose and lips.

   He purred lightly as I gasped for breath.  He gave me a devilish grin
and my cock began to deflate rapidly.  He stood up and made no attempt to
clean up the cum on hiz face and lips.

   "Kiss me."

   "No I..." I couldn't believe the request, I wasn't gay so I wasn't about
to taste my cum and...

   He reached around the back of my head and pulled me towards hiz face. 
It happened so fast before I knew it, he was parting my lips with hiz
tongue and I couldn't tell what was cum and what was saliva.  My cock
started to get hard again and I finally gave in and planted my hands on hiz
ass.  We kissed a few minutes and finally broke it off.

   "Did you like it?" he asked.

   "Yes," I replied in a daze and confusion

   "Good," he said.  "Are you ready for more."

   "I am, yes I am."

   He dropped hiz dress.  After getting nude he got on hiz hands and knees
in front of me.  hiz heart-shaped ass was open before me and made my cock
throb in anticipation.

   "You done this before." he asked

   "No, never,"

   "Spit on my hole and be gentle." he said and looked at me with longing
over hiz shoulder.

   I bent and spat on hiz shitter.  Bending my knees to line my dick up, I
placed the head at his opening and pulled out my fingers.  He started to
close, but I pushed my dick in.  With the saliva lubing us, and our youth,
he handled my entry with little tensing.

   "You are killing me, you bastard."

   At that time hiz calling me bastard sounded sweet.  I heard it from my
friends that some boys yearns to get fucked in their bums.  I pushed more
and let my shaft go all the way in.  The feeling was amazing.  Sabahat was
in pain.

   "Pull back, Oh mar gaya..Ahhh...  you are too big" he cried

   "You wanted it so here it comes friend,"

   I grabbed hiz waist and let my balls touched hiz ball.  Compare to me he
had a small cock but it was as erect as me.  He again turned hiz head and
said,

   "Can you rub my cock a little,"

   I felt a strange mix of lust and affection for this boy like me.  I
kissed the nape of his neck and rubbed hiz cock.  I reached around to
caress hiz dick and move the foreskin back and forth.  My thrusts increased
in strength and speed.  Before long he screamed in pleasure and hiz cock
shot come all over my hand.  As he came, hiz ass squeezed my dick many
times in quick succession and he bucked hiz hips just like a real girl.  I
couldn't hold back anymore and I came, filling hiz ass with my juices.

   "This is awesome," I murmured.  "I don't know if I can come again, but
just let me do this for a minute or two." Sabahat grunted.  But as I kept
thrusting, he had relaxed and moaned more pleasantly.

   "I knew it.  We're gonna have lots more fun from now on." he said.

   We dressed and moved downstairs.  My sister asked me why we spnt too
much time on the roof.  I told her that we were busy in kite flying.  My
brother in law who was also present looked at us for a moment and then
siad, "Get over kite flying boys you are grown ups now"

   No more talk too place between me and Sabahat that day.  I was happy
over my new experience but tired.  Just after the dinner I went o my room
for sleeping.  I don't know how long I slept.  I was awakened by presence
of some one in my bed.  Someone was trying to embrace me.

   "Who is that?" I asked in surprise

   "Keep quiet....its me Sabahat."

   "Sabahat?" I tried to get over my sleep.

   "Yes...your new girlfriend." He whispered in a girlish tone and I felt
my blood boiling.

   "Why...what.....if"

   "Don't worry they are sleeping." He siad and kissed me on lips

   When I kissed him back only then I realised he was buck naked.

   "Where are your cloths?"

   "I got rid of them for you my sweetheart."

   "You still want to get fucked ....knowing how painful it was when I did
it to you in the day."

   "This time I oiled my bumhole ....you will enjoy me more."

   Saying this he put hiz body over mine and started undressing me.  After
undressing me he sucked my cock a little.  I let him do whatever he wanted.
He came over me with his legs either side of mine.  He grabbed my erect man
meat and slowly lowered hiz body over it.  The feeling was beyond describe
when my cockhead entered hiz shitter.  He lubed it so well that I slipped
in easily.

   "Just like a girl....Am I just like a girl?" he whispered

   "You are my bride ...my friend" I took his head in my hands and kissed
him full.

   "I love your dick so much."

   Then he began rocking, back and forth, up and down, riding my boner like
a pro.  I placed my hands on his hips and began meeting up, thrust for
thrust.  The entire room stank of sweat, spunk and fucking.

   "Fuck -- I love you, Saba.  That's it.  Squeeze your ass muscles for me.
Fuck!  Yes.  Saba.  I ...  fuck.  C'mon you phuddi, move like that.  Yeah
-- you feel full like you wanted?  Fuck, you're tight.  And hot and ... 
fuck!  Stop squeezing like that or I'm going to cum."

   I spat on my hand and began jerking him, as he rode on top of me like a
professional porn star.  He was doing some of his best work and, in about
two minutes, he sprayed across my chest -- letting out a strong, sharp gasp
as he did.  I lasted about forty-five more seconds, before holding him down
to my balls and thrusting up, lifting my ass cheeks off the bed and
emptying a fuck-load of spunk into his tight, hot, wet hole.

   I lent down and kissed him.  I have him multiple kisses on his lips and
I held his head.  And when we stopped kissing, I pressed my nose against
his and smiled.  And that was all we said about it again, for a long, long
time.

   "I love you," he said, softly.

   "Love you, too."

   The extent to which I was totally and completely in love with this guy
amazed me.  And that was the greatest happiness of my life, by far.

   Next day was even a bigger turn on for me.  Sabahat told me that he will
steel some of my sister's cloths.  He will wear them for me and appear like
a complete girl.  All he needed was an opportunity.  As soon as my sister
went inside the wash room he got hands over one of her dress and some of
her make up.  He asked me to wait in my room and went in hiz.

   After about 20 minutes I heard the sound of women heels.  The door
opened and for a while I thought my sister entered into room.  I saw that
her wearing that yellow shalwar suit before.  No he was Sabahat wearing a
padded bra.  Then came a face of soft curves, scarlet lipstick, mascara and
eye shadow, framed in those gorgeous locks.  A beautiful feminine face,
smiling nervously.

   I whistled appreciatively, and he hung his head as he turned back to me.
I stepped forward, lifting his smooth chin in a rough hand.  "You look
gorgeous," I said with pride.  "Just gorgeous."

   A blush arose on hiz/her face, and I bent to kiss her/him on the lips.
After a minute, he began to kiss back, and after another minute, her hands
were on my back.  I stroked my hands through her long hair, and down the
sweep of her back.

   As he tried to walk in heels he fumbled.[purposefully perhaps], I swept
her up, easily lifting her and carrying her to my bed.  I put her down at
the end of the bed, trying not to show the strain and stood close.

   "Take off the dress" I said quietly, standing only inches away, but not
touching her.

   She blushed, but obediently reached for the clasp behind her neck. 
After fumbling a moment, she was able to pull forward, peeling the dress
down her front like a banana.  The backless bra was white, as were the
knickers and stockings she revealed as the dress dropped to the floor, and
she straightened.

   Still close but not touching, I told her to take off the panties.  She
did, pulling them down to reveal a hardening but hairless cock, arising
from her/his naked groin.

   "Crawl onto the bed, facing the top" I said, still fully dressed, and
totally in control.  I watched as my fantastic androgynous plaything
crawled away from me, buttocks flexing.  Saba still wore 'her' high heels.

   "Brace your hands on the end, and move your legs apart" I ordered.

   I was was more arouse than ever.  I drank in the sight of his hairless
ass and balls, hard cock bobbing between his legs, all framed by white
stockings, as he watched me looking at her.  At last, I began stripping off
my own clothes, quickly getting naked.

   "Are you going to rape me."

   "Naughty girls like you need a little punishment occasionally." I said

   I could see a little fear in her eyes as I lubed it from an oil bottle I
had secreted by the bed.  Then I climbed aboard, moving up to my
reluctantly eager lover.  I plunged an oily finger straight into her tight
arse, provoking a gasp, but only for a moment as 'she' pressed back.  I
pulled out and took hold of my cock, guiding the thick shaft to hiz/her
eager bottom.  The thick oiled-up head pressed against her anus.

   Saba pressed back, bracing her arms against the headboard, and moaned as
my stiff cock began to spread the tight knot of her arse.  I could feel the
muscle slowly giving way, and I pressed on firmly.

   In a few more seconds, the head of my cock slid between her butt-cheeks
with a sudden jolt, bringing a deep loud cry from my older lover.  I paused
a second to let him/her recover before beginning to press the wide shaft of
my cock deeper inside 'her'.  Slowly, I began to fuck her tight anus, my
cock gripped by a tight ring of muscle.

   God!  She was glorious!  I had no idea that a boy can transform him into
a cocksucking slut, pressing his hot hairless ass back onto my thick cock!
I could hardly believe it myself.

   I began to build up a rhythm, sliding in and out the length of my shaft.
With each stroke, Saba the girl gasped and groaned, hungry for more.

   With he/she pushing back hard, I didn't need to pull so hard on her
hips, and ran a free hand around her waist, reaching between her
wide-spread thighs.  Her hard cock bobbed about, and I grabbed it with
another groan from my lover.  I gripped tightly, allowing our thrusting
thighs to do the job of masturbating the hard shaft as we moved back and
forth.

   She was panting with pleasure now, and I started talking dirty to her.

   "You are not a girl you are a bitch.  You're loving this aren't you? 
Loving me fucking your tight hole as I stroke your little cock.  Look at
you thrusting back at me.  Your body is begging to be fucked, isn't it?"

   She was no longer a reluctant lover, but a lustful sexy one, moaning
almost incoherently.

   "I am a bitch but you are a donkey." she began to make tiny moans, close
to orgasm.

   "You're going to love it all, love being fucked by me.  All dressed up."

   "Am I looking like your sister Erum."

   God; these word shocked me and turned me on.

   "Aaaaahhhh!"

   With a great cry, Saba came mightily; his cock swelling in my fist as
jet after jet of hot sperm came pouring out.  I could see his face in the
mirror, twisted into a mask of desperation, pain and pleasure.  His hips
bucked, and his asshole contracted, and it was all too much for me.  With a
roar, I thrust fully inside and blasted my come into his sore ass.

   Only then I realized that we forget to close the door.  In door was
standing my sister Erum.

   "What the hell is this" She shouted, "Sabahat why are you wearing my
dress."

   We have no time to conceal our nakedness.

   "I can explain." I said though knew there was nothing much to explain.

   "God this was my new dress." she cried, "I can't believe this."

   She came forward and slapped me on the face.  It was not very painful
but it was insulting.

   "I am sorry" I said

   "We will never do it again" Sabahat pleaded, "Please don't tell
anybody."

   "Get dressed and...  I don't want to see you two together again." she
shouted and left the room.



   I don't know what my sister Erum told her husband but Sabahat was packed
home the very next day.  However, I was given a chance to mend myself. 
After her husband was gone to his office Erum Aapee called me in her room.
When I entered her room she was sitting on her bed in a reclined position.
She was wearing a maroon color tight shalwar suit that was highlighting her
body very well.  Despite her marriage she was still on slim side.  The
difference in our ages made her dominant over me like a second mother.  She
asked me to sit on a chair opposite her.
She: "First I felt ashamed but now I am worried." she started

   "I am sorry," I said
She: "I have no idea that you are gay."

   "What do you mean Aapee?"
She: "Interested in boys and not in girls."

   "I don't know why this happened."

   She: "I don't want to see you as gay.  This is very important for our
family."

   "Actually I don't know much about girls."

   She: "That's very shameful." She was angry and after a puase said, "I
want you to be normal."

   "I think I am Normal Aapee"
She: "NO, you are not, let me check."

   "Please don't tell this to Ami and Abu."

   She: "Have you ever seen Aa ...  a woman ...  without her clothes on?"
She asked gently.

   Embarrassed I looked down and shook my head.

   She: "If you did, do you think ...  you might like ...that?" Her obvious
uncertainty and embarrassment causing her to stutter and stumble on the
words.
Still looking down, and wondering what the hell she was talking about, I

mumbled something like, "yes, but never saw one."

   "D'you think it might change your view about girls," she asked, a slight
tremor in her voice.

   I didn't know what to say, mostly because I didn't understand what the
hell she was talking about, so I just remained silent.  After a moment she
whispered, "lets see," as if I'd said something important.

   She looked at me intently.  I could feel it, even though my eyes were
glued to the floor.  I was so embarrassed.  All I wanted at that moment was
to get away from her.

   "Well," She said at length, "perhaps we should investigate.  Perhaps ...
with a little encouragement you might come to appreciate a girl ...  or a
woman, and what she could ...  can do for you," she ended lamely.

   "Umm ..." I murmured in a noncommittal whisper, thinking to myself that
my sister had just gone crazy.

   "I ...  I want to try and ...  help you." she said.  Silence on my part
seemed like the most appropriate response.  "I know you may not like ..."
she paused, searching for the right words.  "You may not appreciate any of
this to begin with....  but I am sure, that it's necessary for you."

   I felt the blood rushing down to my loins.  "What Aapee?" I asked
innocently.  "What's 'necessary' for me?"

   "Oh Dear," she sighed deeply.  "Girls can be nice ...  can be fun.  If
you know what I mean?"

   "Fun?" I murmured, clearly demonstrating I had no idea what she was
talking about.  "Not the girls I know," I repeated obstinately.

   "But you've not had the opportunity to know what it's like to be with a
girl, have you?  A girl ...  or a woman can be so unbelievably ...  er ...
exciting!"

   She seemed to be stuck going round in circles, unable to break out to
another level, but I wasn't going to help her.  It had to come from her.

   "None of the girls I know are very exciting," I repeated again.

   "I'm a woman," she whispered hoarsely.  "Aren't I?"

   I instinctively turned to look up at her.  She was breathing very deeply
and her breasts were heaving in and out just inches from my face.  Quickly
I looked down.

   "But ....  You're my sister," I said simply.

   "I know," she whispered.  "But I'm also a woman.  Maybe I can help you
to like women better."

   "But I already like you Apee," I said,

   "Maybe I can help you to like what a woman can do for you ...  you know
those ..." and here her voice became hushed.  "...  Those sexy things a
woman can do for you."

   It's strange you know but even though I had known clearly where we she
was going with this, I was still genuinely shocked.  I really didn't know
what to say.  She asked me to come and sit on bed and I obeyed.

   "Will you let me try," she said gently.

   I think she misunderstood my simple shocked silence for a reluctance to
do anything with a woman, even (or maybe especially) my own sister.

   "Please darling let me just try.  If you don't like it then we'll stop.
OK?"

   What could I say?  Even if every fiber of my being hadn't been straining
to shout 'OK' at the top of my voice, those two simple letters would still
have tumbled from me anyway.  After all I was the 'passive' one, remember?

   "Ok," I said very quietly.

   She asked me to come near her.  She turned to face me, and her body
seemed to open itself up, as if all taboos and barriers were being removed.
She smiled, but her breathlessness seemed to be increasing.  I didn't
understand at the time, but even though all this was in one sense a
sacrifice for her, some part of her was undoubtedly excited at the
prospect.

   She pulled me to her, not holding herself back like normal, but crushing
me into her bosom and kissing softly at my neck.  Her scent was
overpowering, and for a moment the smell of her perfume, combined with the
excitement of what she'd been saying up to that point, nearly made me cum
in my trousers.  Thankfully, after a moment, she pulled back and sat
upright in front of me.

   "Give me your hands," she said gently.

   I placed my hands in hers, struggling mentally to calm my physical
excitement.

   "Have you ever touched a woman's breast?" she said breathlessly.  "Boys
don't have breasts like girls."

   She lifted up my left hand and laid it across her breast.  As it lay
there I could feel the voluptuous shape of her bosom beneath my hand.  "You
can feel it if you like," she said,

   Very softly and gingerly I shaped my hand around the outline of her
breast.  By now I was as breathless as her.

   "Does that feel good?"

   I mumbled an innocent but non-committal, "yes ...  ok." But my
breathless and half-strangled voice told a different story.

   She leaned forward and took off her shirt.  In few second she was
sitting in her bra alone.  My cock jerked in my trousers like a rifle
re-loading.  I simply could not believe what I was being allowed to do,
holding her bosom in my hands, and sensing and feeling the material of her
brassiere.

   "Keep going," she said soothingly.

   For a long moment I just sat there motionless holding those massive tits
and then she leaned forward again and whispered, "They won't bite you, you
know ...  play with them if you like.  Fondle them!"

   In a daze I slowly began to move my hands, outlining the shape of her
breasts.  I don't know if she misunderstood my awe and wonder at actually
getting my hands on her jugs in real life, but she seemed puzzled by my
inactivity.  Maybe she misinterpreted my slow savoring of the sensation of
actually feeling my own sister's tits, as some kind of reluctance on my
part to touch them.  Whatever the reason she seemed to become impatient
that I didn't appear to be enjoying her breasts in the way I should have
been (as her husband had I suppose).

   Suddenly she crushed my hands into her chest, and leaning forward again
she hissed at me, "Enjoy them for God's sake!  Be rough!  Be hard!  Grope
me!!"

   Fired by her words my hands began to move freely, squeezing and fondling
at her chest.

   "That's better," she murmured out loud.  "But don't be so gentle.  Take
what you want.  How often do you get a chance like this?  Make them yours,
plunder them!"

   I groped harder and rougher, and somewhere deep inside I began to
understand she was probably enjoying this as much as me

   "Oh yes Munna," she moaned suddenly.  "Now get inside my bra ...  get
inside my bra ...  tear it off!  Tear it off baby!!  Feel my breasts ... 
hold them ...  pinch them.  Be a dirty little baby!"

   I was genuinely shocked by this sudden outburst, but so egged on by her
unexpected encouragement and enthusiasm, that I launched a full front
assault on her chest.  With one hand I violently pulled down at her bra,
and with the other I grasped at the emerging flesh, crushing the whole
breast under my hand.  I squeezed and massaged it, amazed at how soft and
yielding it was.  As her bra slipped down in the melee I grabbed the other
breast too, and lay forward against her, my hands squeezing and fingering
at the hard nipples, crushing and mauling at her magnificent boobs.

   But of course it was all too much for me.  As my face fell forward into
her bosom, and I squeezed both her breasts against my cheeks and licked and
nuzzled at her chest, my loins prepared to let go of their cargo. 
Instinctively I half wrapped my leg around her thigh and half pushed
against, half mounted her, in an effort to maximize my pleasure.  Then,
like a rutting dog, I came in a scream of uncontrollable lust, filling my
pants with my own juices.

   "I only wanted to help," she said.  "take the dirty cloths off."

   I immediately stripped off my trousers and underpants.  She seemed
terribly concerned, and I was thinking of how I could turn the situation
into something just a little bit more promising.

   "I think you have made it worse, Aapee" I said slowly.

   She slid out but returned within minutes with a washcloth and towel.

   "Let me clean you up."

   As she ried to clean me my rapidly rejuvenating erection grew in her
hand, she tenderly wiped me clean and then dropped a kiss on my cock.

   "You have got a good one Munna?" she began.  "Tell me.  I'll do anything
...  anything at all.  Are you liking it."

   I felt a warm glow in the pit of my stomach which, after a moment's
thought, began to descend towards my loins.

   "It's not really that I didn't like it.  I suppose if I'm really honest,
I think perhaps I did like it.  It's just that ..." I paused, more for
effect than anything else.

   "What?" she whispered, bending herself down towards me, and giving
another splendid view of her naked boobs.

   It was like something out of a men's magazine.  It was all so
fascinating, so sweet, so delicious ...  and so bloody fucking sexy!  As I
lifted my trembling hands to slowly embrace her bosom, I felt her hand sink
softly again on to my cock, and the moment of contact between my hands and
her breasts was almost spoiled as I was forced to struggle to stop myself
ejaculating unreservedly into her warm hand.  That's how good it was.

   However, as I'd cum only recently I managed to control myself, and my
attention switched back to simply embracing the texture, resistance, and
shape of her tits.  Her soft, squidgy yet-firm flesh rested gently in my
palms, and the feel of those globes in your hands is an experience you got
to be sex-starved young man to really truly appreciate.  My hands closed
around them in sheer unadulterated lust and sexual joy.

   "Would you like to suckle at my breasts," she whispered.  "...  Suckle
my little tities?" And at the same time she gave my cock a gentle little
squeeze of encouragement, and began ever so slowly to rub her hand up and
down the shaft.

   "Ohhhh!" I moaned, as some part of me wondered how on earth she could
call them 'little', and I lowered my head down towards a dark prominent
nipple.  As my lips closed around it, I sucked it into my mouth and
lathered and caressed it with my wet and greedy tongue.

   With her free hand (the one that wasn't intimately measuring the
dimensions of my cock), she embraced my head and pulled me harder into her
chest like feeding a baby.  She caressed my brow and my hair and I could
hear her muttering softly, almost to herself.

   "That's my good little boy," she whispered.  "Suckle at my breast.  Take
your fill baby, take it all from mummy.  Mummy loves her baby, mummy do
anything for you ...  anything at all.  All you have to do is ask.  What a
good boy you are," and so on.

   It was all almost too much again, and I suddenly had to drag my lap and
my cock away from her hand to stop myself cumming.  Instantly she lifted my
head away from her chest.

   "What the matter baby ...  you want to stop?"

   For a moment I didn't really know what to say, or how to put it.  Then I
whispered, "I want to see more of a woman."

   For a moment she didn't reply, and everything seemed to hang evenly
poised in the air.  I held my breath.  Had I gone too far to actually
mention her body parts?  And then slowly she reached down to her shalwar
and pulled its elastic down.  She looked up at me and smiled, and
thankfully all I could see in her eyes was still just relief.

   In seconds she was left only in her underwear.  "That's nice ..." I
whispered.

   "You can touch me ...  touch me anywhere ...  anytime you want."

   With both my heart and my penis brimming with joy and anticipation, I
slid my hand up her leg and upto her thighs.  She parted her legs slightly,
allowing my hand to slide up to feel her underwear.  I sighed softly, and
she parted them further, allowing my hand to slide down sideways between
her legs.  As she sat there, still smiling warmly at me, I pushed my hand
further up and embraced that wonderful junction where cotton becomes flesh.
And then I pushed up further still, until I touched her in that most
intimate of female places.

   Touching her there was like pushing a button.  Suddenly she stood up in
a moment the underwear was gone.  I simply stared in a magnificent sight
called pussy.  Of course, I had never seen one before, at least not close
up, so I didn't have much to compare it with, but my male instincts told me
I was observing something very special.

   "A girl's vagina is surrounded by two sets of labia, Munna.  Boys
usually call them "lips".  The outer set is called the labia majora, and
the inner ones are called the labia minora."

   She separated her inner and outer lips with her fingers so I could see
the distinction and traced them all around her opening.  At this point, my
sis stretched open her own lips and exposed her protruding clitoris for my
inspection.

   "Can you see my little bud, Munna?  This covering at the top is called
the hood, and it protects the clitoris when it is not being stimulated
during intercourse."

   At this point, my sister grasped her hood and pulled it back for me,
just as she had made me do with my foreskin during our previous talk.

   "See, I keep myself nice and clean.  Do you want to touch it?"

   She took my finger and placed it on her lovely wet clit.

   "Now I want you to very gently rub all around.  Not too hard.  Remember
it's very, very sensitive and it can hurt if you are not gentle enough. 
That's nice.  Do you like the way it feels?"

   "Oh God, Aapee, I think it is the softest thing I have ever felt."

   "Be very careful not to rush things when you're doing this with a
partner.  Be sure you pay close attention to how she is responding to your
touch.  If she is moaning softly, or providing some other kind of
encouraging cues you're probably ready for another leap."

   "What kind of leap Aapee?"

   "Do you remember how you sucked my nipples?"

   "Sure, it was really cool."

   "Well, you can do the same thing with a girl's clitoris.  Usually the
first step is to lick it up and down -- very gently.  Why don't you try?"

   Very slowly I approached my sister's awaiting clit with my tongue.  The
smell of her vagina was more enticing than anything I had ever imagined.

   "That's it; now move you tongue around and around very gently.  You're
doing just fine, Munna.  OK, now pretend like my clitoris is a nipple and
suck it just like you did before, but with less intensity.  That's right;
just keep sucking in and out, in and out.  Can you feel it getting harder?
A nice hard clitoris is a very good indication that your girlfriend is
getting turned on and is ready for you to insert your penis.  If you can't
tell for sure, look at her nipples.  If she is really aroused, they will be
hard too.  Depending on the anatomy of her breasts, it might be easier to
tell if she is ready to move on by looking at them instead of her clitoris.
And of course there is one other way.  As I told you before, a girl's
vagina makes slippery stuff called arousal fluid when she is ready for
intercourse.  That's so your penis can slide in and out without hurting
her. You can tell if she is ready by inserting your finger to see if she
has secreted enough arousal fluid.  Boys call that being wet.  Since this
is a lesson for you, I can tell you that I am very turned on right now,
Munna, so go ahead and insert your finger so you know what a fully aroused
vagina feels like."

   I tentatively slipped my middle finger into her and moved it over the
slippery surface.

   "See how wet I am, Munna?"

   "I'll say It's slippery like a fish."

   "That's interesting, Munna.  Some people think arousal fluid smells a
little like a fish too.  Why don't you smell you finger?  No heterosexual
man can resist that smell."

   I believed her.

   "If a girl lets you feel the inside of her vagina and it's as slippery
as mine is now, it's a good bet she's ready for your penis.  Now comes the
hard part.  Hon, I'm going to help you get ready for penetration.  The
worst thing you can do is fumble around looking for the place between the
inner lips where your penis needs to go, so you have to move very
carefully. Are you ready?"

   Talk about an understatement.

   "By this time, your penis will have been erect for quite some time and
some slippery stuff called precum will probably have begun to leak out. 
The purpose of precum is to help your penis begin its journey into the
vagina and to lubricate the inside so your semen shoots out easily. 
However, not all boys make enough, so it's a good idea to use an alternate
source of lubrication.  You have several choices: If your girlfriend is wet
enough, you can coat the head of your penis with her arousal fluid -- just
keep dipping your fingers into her and spreading the wetness over your
head. Keep doing it until you are nice and slippery.  Another really easy
way is to use your own saliva.  Or you can ask her to lick or spit on your
glans, but I wouldn't try that the first few times.  For now, let's just
use your saliva because that's something you can always count on."

   My sister instructed me to spit onto her fingers and she used it to
prepare my member.

   "OK Hon, now come a little closer.  I'm going to help a little this time
because you haven't done this before."

   She took my erection and slid it up and down her slit, just barley
making penetration.

   "Can you feel the entrance to my vagina, Munna?"

   "Yes Aapee.  It feels really smooth."

   "Good, now I'm helping point you in the right direction, but when you
are on your own, you'll have to be prepared to do this all by yourself. 
It's a good idea to do what I'm helping you do right now.  Just take your
time and move your head up and down until you feel the sweet spot between
her inner lips, just below the clitoris.  Then, when you are sure you are
positioned correctly, move your body closer and try to slip inside.  Go
ahead, Munna."

   I could not believe what was happening.  My own sister was teaching me
how to fuck a girl!  And it felt soooooooooooo good.

   "That's it Sweetie.  Can you tell that you're inside?  Now come in all
the way.  Feel the nice, warmth around you cock?  Doesn't that feel
wonderful?"

   "Oh my God, yes Sister."

   "Don't expect this from an inexperience girl, Munna, but I'm going to
contract my vaginal muscles around your penis to increase the pleasure you
are experiencing."

   My cock felt like was the center of the universe.  I lost all sense of
reality.

   "OK, Munna, now just do what comes naturally.  That's right, move
yourself in and out, in and out."

   The feel of a hot cunt was too much for me, however I continued to do
what she asked me to do.  I had no idea that my penetration did something
to her too.  I heard her cry.

   "Ma, oh Ma....Ahhhh...Eeeeoa"

   "What happened?" I asked

   "I came immediately you were in." Her voice conveyed her wonder.

   "Is that unusual?"

   "For me yes, my husband never got me off."

   But she soon became aware that my erection was still solid inside her
vagina so she rolled us both over and put her mouth to my ear.

   "Now fuck me Munna the way you fucked Sabahat"

   "But what if you become pregnant?" I managed to ask despite my
over-bearing excitement.

   "I want babies..Make me pregnant."

   No one can imagine the effect of these words over me.  I soon tensed up
and pumped my discharge into my sister's slick vagina.  We remained in the
arms of each other for long time.

   "You're very good." Giggled Erum later,

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