All the Comforts.

I suppose that my sister-in-law, Ambreen planned it.

Why else would she be fucking a man in my room; when she knew I was due home from college early that day? It was a normal Friday routine. I would be free early from college and, she was always home by lunchtime anyway, the benefit of working in a Kindergarten.

I knew something was going on when I opened the door to our flat and saw that the T.V was on, but no one was in the room watching it.

I walked past the also empty dinning room and kitchen towards my room.

I had to pass my brothers bedroom on the way so I knocked on the door, just to let Ambreen know that I was home.

Getting no reply, I opened the door and looked inside. The room was neat, clean and empty. I was puzzled because I was sure that I had heard Ambreen laughing

I shrugged and carried on to my room, which was just beside my brother\'s room and saw my bedroom door half open.

There were sounds coming from my bedroom; Tension filled gasps, rhythmic thudding noises I could not place and heavy, ragged breathing.

\OooooooooooH\ I heard a female voice groan

The way that \'ooooooooooooooh\' sounded was so filled with lust, that my heartbeat increased, and my cock started rising.

\Ooooooooooh Hassan. Harder!\ The strangely familiar voice demanded. Either someone was watching some hot local fuck flick on my PC DVD or doing \'it\' for real, I thought.

I was hard almost as soon as I finished the thought. My Cock aroused by the sound and the images produced in my head. Someone called \'Hassan\' was fucking some Chokri (babe)! Either the babe was really enjoying the good workout she was getting or was a damned good actor telling from the sounds that she made.

Who they were was unimportant at that moment as I quickly dropped to my knees and eased the door slowly open to peek inside my room.

I saw a hairy naked man on top of a woman. His dark butt was rapidly rising and falling between the slender, fair and smooth looking thighs of the woman, as she lay on her back on my bed.

It was obvious that he was busy fucking her as he held onto her butt and slammed himself into her repeatedly.

The contrast in color between them was startling. He was hairy and dark brown while she was a sleek and milky light brown. The perfect color for a woman as far as my family went.

(Racism finds many subtle expressions; the hunt for \'fair-skinned\' mates is a sign of this stupidity).

I could not see the woman\'s face but I had a vague idea I had seen the man before but was not sure where.

I squeezed my cock hard and stroked it the way I did when I masturbated. Only this time, I was still clothed. I had already decided that the woman being \'pumped\' was Ambreen, I had no other suspects; I was just wondering why they were using my bed.

\Ahhh! Ahh! Aaaaaaaaaahhh!\ Hassan groaned as with three mighty thrusts, he came in the woman.

I backed away from my vantage point and wiped the sweat from my brow.

No matter how many pornographic DVDs you see or web sites you visit, the sight of a real couple doing stuff is simply the best. I was still a virgin so that was the limit of my experience at that point.

I heard the couple talking softly after catching their breaths.

He asked if she had \'enjoyed it, was he good and was he big\'. The usual questions I assumed.

She gave the usual answers.

I doubt any girls say \No. I actually thought you were pathetic and your Lund is tiny\. Well, not at that moment. I guess that is for later when women gather in groups and giggle over things us men are \'not-to-be-told-about\'.

I heard the bed groan as someone got up and I ducked into my parent\'s room, to peek at who came out of my room. My parent\'s room is opposite Ambreen\'s room and that week they were away visiting friends.

I saw a man, in his thirties dressed in blue slacks and a white bush shirt come out followed a little while later by my sister-in-law Ambreen.

Hassan had headed for the TV lounge and Ambreen joined him there.

Fifteen or so minutes later, Hassan left.

I went out into the corridor and saw Ambreen looking at me with a sly smile on her face.

\Enjoyed the \'show\'?\ She asked looking at the bulge in my loose, fashionably shabby jeans.

\Yup! Really enjoyed it, look at your hard on,\ She said with a laugh.

What happened next is a blur really. It happened so fast and so badly, that looking back I feel like groaning.

I grabbed Ambreen, we were about the same height (5ft 6) and pressed her up against a wall, like they do in the movies, and kissed her hotly on the mouth as my hands held her tightly.

After a few minutes of this, I began feeling her ass, tits and pussy up. I was soon ready to pop my load of spunk into my straining briefs.

Ambreen is a real, wet-dream-of-a-woman, the typical South Asian fantasy woman.

She had large full firm breasts, a big firm ass and wide hips that tapered to a slim waist. South Asian women usually stay this \'hot\' until they produce a few kids. Then the waist goes sideways and tummy gets flabby; the tits sag and the ass, well, you get the picture.

My brother probably had a few good years of hot fucking ahead of him and then he would just adapt like everyone seemed to do. Become middle aged prematurely and start talking about the \'good-old-days\'.

\Come on, I want some of what Hassan was enjoying, fuck me too\ I said roughly, my voice heavy with impatient lust.

Ambreen looked at me and smirked, saying \But I am your Bharbi (sister-in-law)\

\Yes. Also a disloyal bitch who can\'t keep her legs closed, while I will be just another cock for a bitch like you,\ I hissed wild now with lust.

Yaar! I needed to get some of what Hassan had been enjoying.

I let my hands roam over her hot body cupping her tits as I moved my cock against her crotch.

I backed Ambreen into my room, unzipped my jeans, and undid the belt that held them up. Then as Ambreen sat down on the bed watching me, I pulled my T-shirt off and stripped down to my briefs. The throbbing head of my Lund (cock) strained and dampened my white briefs. I quickly stripped them off and moved towards Ambreen, my hard pulsating cock leading the way. I was sweating and despite my deodorant, I was giving off a very manly (I hope) scent.

Ambreen smiled at the sight of my hard, throbbing and leaking cock.

\Wow Yaar! That is a good sized Lund,\ She said with a smile.

Then lying back on the bed and tugging her shalwar (trousers) off she said, \Let\'s fuck\.

She was naked from the waist down without any panties so I saw that her pussy clearly and noted that it was covered with a light growth of pubic hair. I nearly came immediately at the sight of her lying with her legs slightly open, offering her cunt to me.

This was the first \'real-life-choot\' I had ever seen and it was beautiful!

Men, let\'s admit it; we are quite ugly down there while women are just perfect. No wonder we spend most of our lives trying to get into women!

There was a scent, a definite scent that made me even hornier. Was this the \'smell of sex\' porno novels mention or just imagination and heightened senses at work?

I was on her in seconds, falling between her open legs as she laughed and told me not to crush her.

Then her hands and my hands struggled to get my baking hot cock to her wet fuck box opening.

I thrust in without thinking or caring, only realizing later that she probably had Hassan\'s cum still in her (I never asked) and slammed away until my virginity was ended with a series of hot boiling shots of spunk into her.

\Ohhh\ She sighed, \First time right?\

\Don\'t worry about it. For the first time you were ok. We will practice,\ She said kissing my cheek and stroking my chest as I lay besides her panting.

\Who was he?\ I asked looking down at Ambreen and wondering whether my rapidly hardening cock would be allowed to fuck her again.

\Hassan? The school administrator\ She answered seeming to read my mind and reaching to guide my cock back into her hot wet and very open cunt.

I remember only two things from my first fuck,

first, that she was very hot and second that she was very wet.

Still, as every man knows the first taste of pussy is heaven to a hungry prick. I rammed and jammed into her as fast as I could.

My ears heard her panted groans, as I slammed into her and my mouth tasted the salty sweat on her face but still I fucked and fucked until I again delivered a load into her slippery hole . I collapsed exhausted and happy on her enjoying the feel of the last spunk drops leaving my throbbing but shrinking cock meat.

\Now get up and let me shower before you brother gets home. He will want to fuck me too before dinner,\ She said walking casually and half-naked to her own room.

I lay there covered in sweat, my prick feeling strangely sticky but somehow bigger.

I watched her ass swing as she left the room. The shirttail of her Kamiz (shirt) stained wet by our cum. She did not seem to notice or even care.

I showered too and waited for my brother to come home.

What I had often suspected had been confirmed my brother wasn\'t bathing all those times before dinner, he was nailing Ambreen and fuck! I did not blame him.

Baba (my brother\'s nickname) came home and after greeting me and asking a few meaningless questions off me as I sat in dinning room doing my home work on the dinning table, he went into his room. Ambreen had been in their room since our fuck exactly one and a half hours earlier.

Thirty minutes later, Ambreen came out winked at me and went to heat up the food for dinner.

I followed her and asked softly \did he fuck you?\'

Ambreen looked at me and asked with a smirk, \Do you want to check my choot for semen?\ Then she laughed softly before saying, \Don\'t get jealous, he is my husband and jealousy just messes things up\.

That night I could not sleep. I had changed the bed sheet but still imagined that I could smell Ambreen off the clean sheet. Therefore, I turned on the bedside lamp and tried to read.

I dozed off and was awoken by Ambreen who had pulled my shorts down and was astride me guiding my hard cock into her choot (pussy), whispering for me to be \'quiet, quick but not too quick\'.

I held onto her hips as she put her hands on my shoulders, pressing me down on the bed and sank her choot down onto me. Mashing her bald (she had shaved) hot pussy against my groin.

I bit my lips to stop a groan escaping from me as she started to ride me.

I watched as my cock went in and out of her, the lamp giving me all the light I needed to watch her hairless slit swallow my hard rod of a cock. It was beautiful, to see my Lund being slicked up by her cunt juice.

My fingers went to her firm ass as she bounced up and down on me and despite her \'impossible-to-obey\', instructions I came. I felt the muscles in my stomach; buttocks and neck tighten as I shot my load and strangled a cry of pleasure in my throat, before it could escape my lips.

Without saying a word, Ambreen got off me, kissed me and left.

Next morning Baba looked tired but relaxed.

The smirk and wink Ambreen gave me over the breakfast table, told me that I was not the only one she had taken care of that night.

\Ambreen, why do you do it? Don\'t you like Baba?\ I asked as we waited, in front of our apartment building for Baba to bring the car up from the car park.

\You are too innocent. A thirsty pussy is always thirsty\. She said softly so no one might over hear.

I thought about that all day. Missed every lecture I attended, because my mind was now focused on her thirsty choot. I wanted her.

I got home but she wasn\'t there. Disappointed I showered, changed and waited.

Baba and Ambreen got home together and then they disappeared into their room. I did something I had never had the guts to do before. I listened at their bedroom door.

I heard my brother say something about \'dogs\' and then I heard the bed shaking and heard Baba gasp as Ambreen said \Wonderful\.

I pushed my hand down my slacks and under my shorts, playing with my cock as I imagined Ambreen on all fours, being fucked \'doggy style\' by my brother.

I didn\'t cum as I had better ideas about where my \'man-juice\' should go. Over my hand and soaked into my briefs was not one of them.

Baba and Ambreen came out, washed and changed and Baba told me we were going out for dinner.

As we waited for the car, I asked Ambreen about Hassan.

She told me not to worry about him.

\He has been after me from \'day-one\'. I just let him have me, when we have an opportunity, to make sure my pay rise and new contract are approved.\ She explained before adding, \A girl has to use every weapon in her arsenal and if a fuck gets me what I want, well, why not?\

\Just business then?\ I asked

\In a way but it was fun, especially when I realized you were watching us. It made my body tingle with excitement,\ She added.

\What am I then, business or pleasure?\ I asked my hands clasped across my groin to hide my erection.

\You darling, are pure pleasure. I like having a virgin to play with\ She said with a smirk looking at my clasped hands.

\Don\'t \'milk-it\' too often, it will ruin your sexual abilities,\ She advised.

\I have a few suggestions about where that \'milk\' can be put\ She added licking her licks and winking at me.

That night I lay awake waiting for Ambreen, but she did not come.

Next morning I was tired, annoyed, and very horny.

\You didn\'t come,\ I said bitterly as we waited as usual for Baba to bring the car up. (He never let me drive his car).

\No, I didn\'t but Baba did several times! Don\'t worry. We\'ll do something when Baba gets tired\, she said looking at me mischievously.

She kept her word and I had her one more time before the return of my parents, made it difficult for us.

Still, you never know when an opportunity will come your way. I am waiting eagerly for my next chance to screw Ambreen.