Retirement Project - Saving Seeta

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, ft/ft, Mult, Teenagers, Consensual, Romantic, BiSexual, Fiction, Sister, Orgy, Oriental Female, First, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: A Moslem girl wants to try lez. It's all good, until her family find out.

After Vicki's stupendous orgasm we all made a big fuss of her. It had been a rite of passage, really, and everyone had been impressed by its ferocity, including Vicki herself of course. And it had changed her.

I hadn't known her up to now, but it was obvious that she'd been quite uptight about things - especially about her sister! But she'd come a long way in half a day, and it had ended in her getting a rise out of Lettie, which had given them the basis for a truce. Now I hoped she just needed some time and affection to continue the transformation.

Graham Harris pretty quickly left, unnerved by the realisation that if Vicki HAD told someone about what was going on here he'd have been in prison for a long time. I could imagine him wondering how he'd ever allowed Lettie to talk him into coming! Perhaps she'd stood with her tits projecting out at him, explaining that Janie Simmonds and Ella Green were hanging out naked with her and they needed a man? I could only smile at the thought; though he was right about the risk.

Vicki wasn't going to tell anyone now of course, but I could see how easily word could seep out. Personally I was going to risk it though! Not being their teacher I'd have less jail time, and having lived a good proportion of my life there seemed to be less at stake. Also I'd got away with a month already and in my mind that was worth a couple of years in prison.

Anyway Vicki stayed, we hung out nude by the pool, had a meal, then Seeta and Ella got dressed and I ran them home with their bikes in the back of my car, which these days is a people-carrier for just such occasions.

I dropped off Ella at the end of her road, and then Seeta at the end of hers.

It turned out that was careless.

The next evening we were lying around, with Vicki over again, when Lettie's phone went. She looked at it and answered: "Hi Seet!"

I watched her stiffen as she listened, looking more and more alarmed. "Your own sister? Your mother?"

She listened some more, increasingly disbelieving. "Pakistan? Married? But how can you marry someone at your age? ... kill you? ... you're kidding! ... just because you did something with a girl? ... No Seet, seriously, this is your own family, how could that be honourable? ... Seet? Seeta?" She took the phone from her ear to confirm the line had gone dead.

"Shit!" She jumped up. "Someone came so she had to ring off. Somebody saw her being dropped off last night, it's like everyone's a cousin or uncle or something, in the whole street, and word got back to her family and they've grilled her all afternoon, all her brothers and parents and sister, about who was the white guy and why was she in his car, till she told them about here and the lezzie sex.

"But les is a sin in Islam and now she has to marry someone because of something called izzat otherwise people won't respect her family and won't even talk to them, like at the mosque. So she has to go to Pakistan and be married. Even though she's hardly even been there. They can marry her over there, even though she's so young and doesn't want it."

"Let's call the police!" gasped Vicki in alarm.

"There hasn't been a crime yet," Lettie pointed out, "they won't do anything and the family will just hide her and take her anyway. And if they can't marry her off they might kill her, she said, for bringing shame on the family. And anyway how are we going to explain it?"

"It is hard to believe," I said, "I've heard about that kind of thing though. Hard for us to understand, but it does happen. Izzat is a cultural thing, it can be pretty powerful."

"We have to do something," said Janie.

"Quick!" added Lettie.

We put clothes on and all piled into the car. We would go and talk to them, at least. We couldn't just not do anything, as Janie said. The girls would go together and call as Seeta's friends.

As I drove Lettie called Ella who called someone for Seeta's address, and by seven thirty we were pulling up two houses down from it. It was a little terraced house in a street of them. I stayed in the car, out of the way but able to see, while the girls went up to the door.

Lettie rang and a man opened the door. He looked about forty perhaps, on the small side, half bald but with a big black beard. He didn't invite the girls in, and I saw Lettie's usual hand-waving as she talked, obviously asking for Seeta.

The man came out of his doorway making the girls step back, said something, and waved them away. When they didn't leave he waved harder and more dismissively, then went back in and closed the door.

Lettie pressed the bell again. Nothing happened and she started pressing it over and over again. Inside it would be going 'ding-dong' or something every time.

She kept it up relentlessly for a good minute, until the door opened again. Three young men came out of the house and stood around the girls on the pavement. Sons, I guessed, in their mid and late teens. The father followed as far as the doorway.

I would have to get involved after all. I got out and started walking the few yards to the house, trying to ready myself for a confrontation, which is not my thing at all.

I heard what looked like the eldest son getting into it, crowding Lettie, looking down at her: "It's nothing to do with you. Mind your own business."

"But we just want to see her," Lettie had the determined tone she takes on when she isn't getting what she wants, "why won't you let us? She's here isn't she? So why not? We're just friends from school."

"We know what you are," said the boy, who looked about eighteen, "fucking white trash lezzies. Fuck off, it's all because of you in the first place."

"Yeah go on," said the middle boy, "fuck off." He gave Lettie a shove, then Janie. The girls staggered back a step, along the pavement, but didn't retreat any further.

"Go on," added the youngest, "before we show you about proper sex."

"No need to get physical," I got in before Lettie could retort, making the family notice me for the first time. The three boys turned towards me, as I went past drawing them away from the girls to the other side of the door. For the first time ever I felt a red mist. A real one. Seeta's fears looked all too well-founded.

Two of the boys were shorter than my average five feet nine, and one was about the same height; all of them lightly built but acting like a gang. The father came out of the doorway towards me so that they formed a line in front of me.

They absolutely weren't going to let us see Seeta, that was all over their attitude. We were aliens, and a threat. Interfering. Were they also a bit afraid?

But now we'd made an issue of it, surely that desperate phone call meant that if we left her Seeta might not be here the next time. It was either get her, right now, or abandon her.

"This is official," I said, surprisingly myself by sounding quite tough, and pushed quickly between two of them to the open doorway. It's a cliche but the element of surprise IS key. Nobody expected me to go into the house, and my tone made them hesitate. In a moment I was through the door.

I slammed it shut, turned the key and ran up the stairs two at a time. My instinct was that Seeta would be banished from downstairs and alone in her bedroom, and my red mist said nothing was going to stop me getting her out of there.

I opened three doors in quick succession ... there was Seeta, looking out of the window, luckily fully dressed.

I didn't waste time explaining. "Come with me quick," I said, and towed her out onto the landing by one wrist, feeling no resistance. In the brighter light of the landing I saw both sides of her face were reddened and swollen. Men, or women, her own family, had been hitting this small young girl...

I ran down the stairs, still towing Seeta, who kept her balance somehow. At the bottom now were two Pakistani-looking women, about to open the door that was being banged on. A girl and a woman. They wisely stepped back as I arrived and I lost track of them.

I dropped Seeta's hand and opened the door. It was about fifteen or twenty seconds since I'd come in, and the four males were clustered round the doorway, while Lettie, Janie and Vicki stared from behind them.

The first one was the father. Seeta's own father, and I was having to rescue her from him. I poked him in both eyes with two fingers of my right hand hand, pulled him into the doorway by his shirt with my left, and while his hands flailed towards his eyes I punched him in the temple with a crude, instinctive roundhouse right. He sank to his knees, clutching the door frame.

I braced my hands on the door frame, half-jumped past him through the doorway, and kicked straight-legged at the knee of the nearest boy. It was the eldest son. I registered a solid contact, resistance that gave way, him going down, and my focus was moving on.

My momentum carried me forwards and I grabbed the right arm of the middle boy. He punched me weakly in the face with his left but that meant he was off-balance. I whirled him with that momentum, one circuit and then into brick wall of the house. His head hit the wall and he clutched it, bending over. He wasn't unconscious but he wasn't a threat now either.

Dimly I registered Lettie pulling Seeta out of the hallway into the street, and then running with her and Janie and Vicki up towards the car.

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