With Love From Pakistan
Copyright© 2026 by RickSands
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - My life after high school was looking pretty bad until a Pakistani neighbor walked up and showed me how little American girls know about love and passion. First her and me, our simple lust-fueled ventures in sex being enough to make any man happy. But then other men and her cousin and sister join in, the extreme sex becoming a fantasy I found I couldn't control. As the girls began enjoying the taste of freedom in America my selfish desires were pushed aside and I had to re-evaluate my life.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Incest Sister Cousins Group Sex Interracial Hispanic Male Indian Male Indian Female Cream Pie Oral Sex Water Sports
Life wasn’t perfect but in some ways it was pretty good. My landlord hadn’t upped the rent, I hadn’t gotten fired, and I hadn’t been put on roofing duty since the early fall. More importantly I still saw Reeta and Suman from time to time.
But only from time to time, like most weekends, mostly at Bob’s place, and only occasionally one on one in my own bed. Life was good when one of the girls would drop by and share their body with me, their cock-loving cunts sucking my balls so dry that I’d pass out on their cum-filled body. Couldn’t happen too often.
So life wasn’t bad, but even Bob started grumbling about how he wished the girls would spend less time on their phones or at other friend’s houses and more time naked and under the covers with his special needs in mind. It got so that he started looking outside the harem for some other succulent flesh to ease the pressure in his balls. Truth be told, I was way ahead of him, but that’ll come out later.
There came an early spring day when everything changed, where Bob’s and my minds were blown out of our stupid ignorance. A number of things, really, all lasting into the summer, but that one spring afternoon was when the façade of our not-quite-perfect lives began to give way.
It was chilly and I’d picked up the girls and driven them back to Bob’s place for a few hours of weekend debauchery. Bob had started soup, I’d baked bread, the two men ready for a long afternoon of hot open sex and easy companionship. Things looked like they were returning to normal.
It started off fine, the girls in a good and playful mood. Suman showed much interest in Bob, hauling his piece out and giving the man a long minute of sucking before Reeta pushed her away. They laughed and pulled him to the floor, each of them taking turns at easing their twats onto his engorged cock for a minute of fun before allowing the other a turn at riding his pole.
It seemed impossible for either of them to fit his entire length of masculine flesh inside of their delicate feminine forms but there they were, wetting his cock with their juices as they slowly lowered themselves all the way down his fat dark cock. A slow careful fuck, up and down, then grinding their beautiful ass into his hairy crotch before rising up, inch by inch of his wetted flesh appearing from within their darkness.
They rode him, right there in front of me, and after a short fuck the one would dismount while the other leaned over to suck him clean, each commenting on the taste of the other’s juices. Did that for five minutes, like a tag team going back and forth, Bob not at all minding being used as their private sex toy. That’s when I swore and pinned Suman down and pushed my own very frustrated cock into her.
This only made them laugh some more. Bob pulled a half-naked Reeta onto the bed and Suman allowed me to drag her into the other bedroom, yelling out that my tongue could do more for her than any dozen other men in the city. An odd compliment that I chose not to overthink. I was horny, a full week’s worth of semen filling my balls, and I was looking forward to making good use of a girl that was in obvious need of a good fuck.
Two minutes later, my fingers playing through Suman’s lower lips and my mouth still attached to her heaving breasts, we heard some loud voices and arguing. Then Bob stuck his head in the guest room and said, “Hey! I’m tired of this shit. It’s time to get the story from these two.”
I didn’t want to hear it but I knew exactly what Bob meant. We’d been talking for a few months about how good our lives were with the girls. Far from perfect, Suman and Reeta both disappearing for days before coming by one of our homes, but we knew other men who had it worse.
Thing was it had been better before in the recent past, especially for me. Bob and I assumed they had other things going on, maybe other men, but we couldn’t be sure. Bob was witness to the occasional time when Suman would invite one of his friends back to the house for a threesome, but she swore she only did it when Bob was present. I hated the thought but Bob had gotten used to it, the man coming to enjoy watching Suman be impaled on a wide variety of dicks over the previous six months.
I was fortunate that Reeta would occasionally drop by my dungeon apartment when Suman started to pull away. She visited me from time to time, certainly more than Suman, that long cold winter being made bearable only because of the wet heat her always hungry cunt could provide to my needy dick. And the two girls always seemed more than sated on those Saturday afternoons, their twats dripping with semen and in need of a long hot shower before returning home. Long bouts of sex, the girl’s eyes gleaming with every ounce of cum we blew into their young bodies. Reeta and Suman seemed content with the physical love we poured into them and they knew they could have a part of my heart for the asking.
But Bob and I had suspicions. We’d brought up the subject before, asking if they ever dated high school guys, but they both just shook their heads, saying that Suman’s parents would never allow such a thing. Even their time with us had to be pried out from the tight schedule of family activities and school. They insisted that there was no way other men or even high school boys could be included in their lives.
Yet Bob had once seen them both in a car with grown men. Possibly relatives, maybe a family outing, but he didn’t think so. And on more than one occasion we’d ravish their naked bodies, our eyes finding bite marks and hickeys and once even a hand print on Reeta’s ass. They blamed it on one of us, Bob being too rough or me getting lost in my lust, but we remained suspicious.
Did it matter? Not so much. Both girls let us know that they wanted us and needed us but didn’t want to settle into anything permanent. Maybe next year. Maybe after graduation in a few months. Bob accepted that and I put up with it. We were living a sexual fantasy. Why spoil it with selfish or jealous demands?
But something had gotten to Bob and this seemed to be the time he was going to demand some straight talk from the girls.
“Look at what dropped out of Reeta’s bag,” he said in a loud disgusted voice throwing something on the dining room table.
A condom wrapper, just the wrapper, torn open at the top, the packaging itself advertising it to be ribbed and with a spermicide. The girls had always been happy to have the both of us go wild inside of them, Suman declaring a love for the taste of our wild cum dripping out of Reeta’s voracious pussy.
“We’re protected from all your little sperm,” she’d once said. “And Reeta’s sweet taste really makes the both of you men go down so much smoother. Condoms ruin that. I hate the taste of a man’s cock even after the condom is taken off.”
Her experience with condoms wasn’t something I wanted to know more of but I was always happy to give Suman a taste of my cum and got hard watching her suck Reeta’s pink cum-slathered pussy lips clean of our accumulated semen. It was all a turn on and all of it free from the use of condoms. So where did this one come from?
Suman threw a nasty look Reeta’s way and dragged the half-dressed girl into a corner where they chattered hotly in their home language for a full minute. Bob and I watched and grumbled, waiting impatiently for whatever it was the girls had to say. It was bound to be something involving a lot of imagination and we were ready for a wild story but certainly not expecting what Suman and Reeta confessed over the following hour.
“Fine,” said Suman to Bob and me in a tired but determined voice. “We’re tired of having to hide it and you two deserve a full story. But no apologies. Never was it said we were married to your dicks or all the sperm you insist on putting into us. Our lives, Reeta and mine, but I’m sorry if we hurt you. Really. You mean a lot to us.”
She looked straight at me, her eyes a little sad, but she still hadn’t said anything and Bob made the demand before I could.
“Yeah? So what the fuck?” Bob spat out, flicking the condom wrapper off the table. “Damn thing’s still wet inside. Can’t be from your prom date last year. What’ve you been up to?”
“Us,” said Reeta as she arranged her top. “The nymphette there is the one who dragged me into this thing. She’s always been good at finding a new man to gain pleasure from. Don’t forget all of the friends she’s dragged back to your bed over the past year.”
“Oh, be quiet,” shot back Suman in a surprisingly tired voice as she hid her own breasts from my eyes. “Your hungry snatch has devoured more men than there are boys at our school.”
“Would you two stop arguing and just explain what’s been going on? Bob and I knew something was going on behind our backs. We asked, got nothing, but none of our business. Now’s the time to air whatever it is. No judgment, okay? Just stop with the secrecy.”
Reeta turned to me and was about to say something but Suman put up a hand and started with a story that had my and Bob’s jaws dropping to the floor.
“Remember when Bob forced himself on me, David? When I walked into your place and Bob held me down without even the decency to remove my clothing? You were a good lover, everything a girl could want, maybe even everything I could ever desire, but Bob reawakened something. In me Maybe it was because of that quart of semen he filled me with. That was eye opening. Bob was interesting, a lusty man, which gave me two lust-fueled men to quench my needs, and it forced me to admit what I’d been trying to deny.
“I was so embarrassed to admit it even to myself but it also seemed so right. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I also didn’t want to be tied down. One part of me said ‘stay quiet’ and the other said ‘jump and scream’ and after Bob took me I stopped attempting any kind of propriety.
“I felt alive from being with you two men, two lovers, both secret, both accepting of me and each other. Instead of the world falling apart it all came together. It was good, and not just the sex. I felt like I had some say in the world, some way to get back at my father and all the men like him, some confirmation that I wasn’t some piece of slag fit only for the trash bin.
“I found myself happy being buried under two men, as though I was discovering the secret to life most women are denied. Should have been enough, right?”
A rhetorical question. Suman looked around the room, Bob and me waiting for that other shoe to drop and Reeta looking at her with a wry grin on her face.
“Yes. It should have been enough, but there was this other man. Always behind the counter at a corner store two blocks from our home. You know the one, David. Sells liquor, lottery tickets, and a wall of old vegetables. But also a kind of licorice I liked. Not the junk stuff. It was imported and good. So I’d been going in there for almost a year.”
“And clove cigarettes,” I threw out, her preferred type of smoke not being found at most grocery stores. “Imported, hard to find.”
Suman gave a smile and nod of her head and continued.
“From the start I noticed that every time I wore the conservative clothing my father liked there was this one particular cashier that would always complement me. You know, head scarf and long loose trousers and everything. Traditional attire. Covered from head to toe but he liked it. Sure, he’d stare at my tits when I had shorts and an open blouse on, maybe make a comment, but he could appreciate my other styles of dress too.
“It didn’t take long for him to start talking with me, about my background and school and telling me about himself. He was old, in his early thirties, but with his family in another city. From India, so he understood the way I was dressed and we clicked in a way I didn’t with other people in the neighborhood.
“I’m not being racist here when I say it was a dirty thrill to know he had an interest in me. He was big and dark brown and a proud Indian and kind of an untouchable for a young Pakistani girl like me. I was only fifteen, almost sixteen back then, half his age, and no way would my father like me talking to someone from India, even if he was a Hindu. I also knew myself to be a tasty treat in his eyes. It was a fun game, us being so polite with one another while thinking the most indecent thoughts.
“Anyway, he had been inviting me into the back room where he could show me other kinds of candy. A crude way of advancing his lust but I’d always laugh and say no. Then one day, well over a year ago, I heard myself ask if he had any other kinds of licorice in the back room. I was so shocked at what I said I felt a heat fill me and couldn’t move. I’d been thinking about it, waking in the night and imagining what we could do. For so long it was only a thought and then an image and finally something I couldn’t resist.
“I felt a great heat take me over when I asked about the back room. He hardly said a word, just hung a ‘closed’ sign on the door, walked me into the back, and pulled me into an embrace. It took all of two seconds for him to push down my trousers, wrap his large hands around my bare ass and lift me up before pushing my back into a wall. All I could do is hang onto his neck, my thighs stretched wide as he forced his thing into me.”
“Thing. Hah!”
Reeta’s voice filled the room, her words followed by laughter and a playful push on Suman’s shoulder. “Not a thing. You told me different. His cock. Longest cock you’d ever fucked. Made you orgasm. You said so. You spoke with excitement about how he bounced you up and down, his kisses and the feel of his beard and how you screamed when he orgasmed inside of you. I think you wet yourself just talking about it with me. And then he laid you down on a sack of rice and fucked you again, and so hard there were grains of rice embedded in your back. Memory of his kisses and his long cock and what he did with your body made you so hot and noisy that night I couldn’t sleep.”
“Didn’t say longest cock,” replied Suman, her eyes avoiding mine. “Most interesting cock. Don’t want to get into that.”
“You talked about it for an hour after it happened,” Reeta continued, her fingers reaching out to pull on one of Suman’s nipples. “Just talking made you so wet you had me do things with you.”
“Things you loved, so shut it.”
Suman paused, but rather than showing embarrassment or humiliation she looked defiant. Staring daggers right back at a laughing Reeta while daring Bob or me to say a word, she provided far too many details for my ears.
“Raj was what I’d call a unique lover. I hungered for the sex. It had been a while and I was feeling lonely and then Raj really took my breath away. Maybe because I was ready but he had the moves a girl might dream of but never really think of seeking out. I’d sit on his lap and nuzzle into his chest and he’d fill me with his manhood and never pull out.
“No. Reeta’s right. His cock, the man’s cock and fat hairy balls were something I was mesmerized with. Other men I’d known would have sex with me but this man was a beast, fucking me each time for a half-hour straight. He’d cum in five minutes but his cock would remain hard, throbbing with the climax while putting his seed in me. Then some more finger work on his part before turning me over and starting up another fuck. I’m serious when I say the man was kind of big, like Bob there, but he could keep it strong and hard for an hour, the fuck never really ending, his balls seeming to pump out an inexhaustible amount of semen.
“He showed me many new ways to express his lust. Very different from my simple boyfriend of the past or the man I’d been expecting to marry in Pakistan. Twice a week the man would take me into his back room and do things I’d never thought of before. I even began going in on the weekends. Should have stopped after that first day. It was dirty and wrong and really dangerous, but even that first time with him I had an orgasm. Raj knew what he was doing and I found him irresistible.
“So every few days, sometimes for a full afternoon during the weekend. Maybe leaned over some boxes but more often on a small bed the workers kept in the back. He had his kinks as well. I was often partly dressed, only my trousers pushed down, one breast or another made available for his mouth. Sometimes in just a short skirt but he had a thing for taking me while dressed in my nicest clothes. He liked to keep my scarf and some clothing on me. Kind of strange but he liked it that way. Got my clothes dirty, though. My mother could never understand why I had to do laundry every other day.”
“I’ll say,” butted in Reeta, her voice high pitched and loud and followed by a short laugh. “This is how I knew every time little miss slutty-slit there had some on the side.”
Reeta looked straight at Suman and said, “Early in this forbidden relationship of yours I knew. You remember. Even that first day with him. I was in my corner reading something when you walked into our room and started to change. The smell set me off. Guy’s cum, sex stuff, everything. And when you dropped your pants and panties with your back to me. I could see both were wet, heavy in the crotch with whatever was dripping out of you, your brown thighs caked with dried semen.”
“You would know the sight and scent, wouldn’t you?” sneered Suman, but then Suman turned to me and said, “I’m surprised my father never found out. My sister Prisha guessed, as did my mother, but Reeta here knew from the start. She has a good nose for sex. She even knew when I changed partners, moving from Raj to you.”
“I asked you then who you’d been giving pleasure to and you refused to admit to anything,” said Reeta in a surprisingly quiet voice. “That’s when I started pushing with questions about your many men.”
“You should have minded your own business, Reeta. Look where pushing that big nose got you. Lots more things pushing into you. Life could have been so much more simple.”
“Get back to it,” growled Bob. “So what about this Raj guy? This was more than a year ago. How about now? It doesn’t sound like he used a condom.”
“I’ll get to that,” said Suman, taking a long minute to think of what she wanted to say next. “Our affair went on for a few months. Just him and me in that back room a couple times a week and the weekends. Then there was the robbery. I’d walked in and he was about to put the ‘closed’ sign up and these three guys burst in. Masks and guns and everything. They pushed us into the back room, held Raj down, raped me, and then took off. I wasn’t too hurt but the guys had spent the better part of two hours enjoying my body, one after another making use of me. Ripped my clothes, totally stripped me and fucked me like only three randy guys could. I was a mess but still alright.
“Then Raj was at my side, holding and comforting me, then covering me with his body and making love to me, and it was so nice to hear his voice and be held and cared for. It had been such a scary time, being assaulted by those men, and then there was Raj to comfort me.
“Afterwards, holding him close, Raj admitted that the men were friends, that he had planned the entire thing, faking the robbery and watching from the side while they made use of me. He said he’d never seen anything so erotic. After hearing this I was so angry. I yelled at him and cursed and he just laughed, saying he knew me, had watched me enjoy and participate in the assault, and then insisted that I should be thanking his friends. That just confused me so I walked out, thinking I’d never see him again.
“That night I thought of what had happened and realized that Raj had probably sold me to the men. I knew the darkness of men’s hearts. Of course he had made money off me, so I returned the next day. Any other girl would have pushed a knife into Raj but I just confronted him, called him an asshole, and asked him how much money he’d gotten from the guys.
“To my surprise he admitted it. A hundred total, only a hundred for three men and their cocks to pound into me for an afternoon. I told him that I expected him to give it to me, every penny, and that if he ever did that again I’d burn his damn store to the ground.”
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