Chapter 7

Prisha and I texted a hundred times just that night. We even met in our respective back yards, separated by the fence and pretending to look at our phones but talking with the other through the thin wood planks. It was maddening, my lust for the girl knowing no bounds, willing to defy her father and defile Prisha’s young body just to be freed from the desires that flowed through me. But we stayed apart until Tuesday when she cut her after school meeting and allowed me to take her to my basement apartment.

No more needs to be said. Sex. Good hard sex. A fast fuck, an incredible flooding of Prisha’s pussy with all the sperm my balls could make over the period of three days, and after having her clean my cock with her very sexy and dirty mouth I fucked her again.

It was good sex, she had an orgasm so loud I was sure the neighbors heard and so wet I had to sleep on the couch that night. There was no doubt that the girl had some experience with cocks and balls in the past. Prisha was certainly not the shy little wallflower her father and community thought her to be but since I was getting some of her very sexy body I really didn’t mind.

We talked, some about a boyfriend she used to have but also about birth control. Not the same as what Suman used but recommended by her mother to control cramps. Everything was taken care of and for the following two weeks everything was wonderful in my life. Forget Reeta and Suman. Let Bob screw them into the floor. I had a younger and sweeter version of those two sluts, the hot little Pakistani princess more than willing to quench my burning lust with her own very wet and lusty pussy.

That sounded good in my head but it was more complicated than that. It always is when it comes to cocks and cunts and sex.

Prisha was a hot and very sexy girl and, most importantly, she seemed very much to care for me. But she also lived with her sister Suman and cousin Reeta, two young women that had been a big part of my sex life for almost a year. In fact, even after their admitting their ongoing ‘work’ with a good portion of the local Indian community, I’d returned and talked it out with Bob.

He was pissed at their lying to our faces while I had to admit that my heart was crushed and felt like a fool. We sat around with Suman and Reeta a week after I’d used Prisha’s bedroom as a honeymoon suite. I proved to Reeta how much I trusted her by nibbling on her clit and drinking her liquid outpourings and she returned the favor by having Bob and me screw both holes at the same time. Me at the rear, Bob on his back, and Suman on the side to watch while playing with a vibrator.

Then another week, Prisha once again filling my life and my bed with her many feminine joys. A fantasy-filled couple of hours where the girl met and tamed the many sex-fueled demons that filled my mind. And yet just two days later Reeta slipped under my covers and showed me how wonderful a truly experienced girl can be for a man.

I’m not exaggerating when I write that Reeta had a prehensile twat, her pussy capable of sucking my cock to completion and draining my balls to their last drop of semen even better than Suman’s mouth and throat. It was wonderful, and while guilty visions of Prisha floated through my mind, that hour with Reeta made me realize how much of a dog I was.

It was great but I wasn’t the jerk I thought I could be. Laying with Prisha in my bed the following Saturday morning I confessed, though of course not until the girl’s twat had been filled to overflowing. That says a lot, Prisha’s open legs and voracious twat always able to take on all of my body, no matter how randy or in need I was. She liked sex, almost as much as her sister, and I knew Prisha was the kind of girl I’d never have the luck to meet again.

I was nervous and worried but confessed, telling Prisha that I’d been seeing Suman and Reeta but wanted to stop, wanted to only love Prisha and hoped Prisha would forgive me. Prisha turned her head and looked away, shaking her body in a way that indicated she was thinking, that odd behavioral quirk of hers also causing her oval breasts and upward pointing nipples to shake and cause my brain to melt.

She turned back to me and pulled my fingers from where I’d parked them deep within her thighs and said something I’ll always remember: “It’s okay, David, but I’d feel bad if you stopped seeing Suman. I know Reeta likes you a lot and I’d feel like it was unfair because I’m seeing someone. I was afraid to tell you because I thought you’d hate me. I’d stop, I really would, but its something my father wants. My mother is upset which is why she’s getting me the protection to prevent pregnancy but my father is adamant that I see this man.”

Mind blown. Again. We talked for an hour, my dick going from hard to soft a dozen times and my mind left reeling from everything Prisha opened up about. In short, the dad was worried that they might have to return to Pakistan and was doubly worried that Prisha might be forced to marry into an unacceptable family.

First there was a nice young college guy, son of a friend, but after a month of seeing him the man called the relationship off. Or, to put it another way, Prisha was told to sleep with this young man every weekend for a month but was pushed out of his bed when he found her not to his liking. Crazy to me, but Prisha talked through this like it was everyday news.

Then the father found a nice American Hindu (from India but of Pakistani lineage, all of which escaped my understanding) who thought Prisha was just the kind of underage bride his middle-aged body was in need of. Thus the long Saturday afternoon outings to this other guy’s place where the man and Prisha were expected to spend hours and occasional nights together while doing anything he pleased.

This had been going on for a few months, Prisha’s delicate flower being plucked and consumed by at least two strange men with full blessings from the father. I knew Suman was unhappy with her father’s conservative ways and even knew that he wanted Prisha to marry a man of his own choosing but I would never have thought he’d be throwing the young girl into some old (37) guy’s bed and forcing her into marriage.

“You should continue to see Reeta,” Prisha had said, even while she was laying naked with me on a mattress that had soaked up much of the nectar that flowed from her body. “I might be married off next month, or maybe pregnant with his child, or even taken back to Pakistan. Maybe. It’s complicated and I don’t know. It’s so special being with you, David. I’ll never forget this, but I don’t know if it will even last another week.”

Confused and desperate I called Suman. Yep, me and Prisha naked and in bed and me calling Prisha’s older sister, the one I’d been fucking raw and pumping a quart of semen into on a regular basis all the past year. I was nervous and worried about what Suman would do to me but my feelings for Prisha overrode all that.

I put Suman on speaker phone (audio only, of course) and told her I had something important to talk about. First, how much I loved Prisha, something that got a surprising laugh from Suman. Then I asked if Prisha’s story was true and, if so, that perhaps I could claim that Prisha was pregnant with my child and had to marry me. I spoke and rambled for a good five minutes before Suman told me to shut up.

“About time you fessed up you pervert,” she said first off. “Screwing around with my sister and then fucking and going wild in Reeta only to have Prisha suck on that same dick. You’re disgusting but I’m also glad to hear you like my baby sister so much. About time.