With Love From Pakistan
Copyright© 2026 by RickSands
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
Like a coward running from battle I escaped from Bob’s house with my mind on fire and my dick shrunken to nothing. Sure, the girls were just trying to get at me, showing their extreme displeasure with my narrow selfish thoughts, but I couldn’t get the vision of Prisha impaling herself on Bob’s cudgel of a cock out of my mind. Did she really have to do that in front of me?
Ironically enough I had no place to go but back to their house, the house the parents had vacated and had been taken over by the girls. I had a key and so made myself at home, heating up their last frozen pizza and washing it all down with two of my dad’s beers. I was a jerk for not staying to eat dinner with my parents but I just didn’t feel like talking. Ignored all texts, watched some bad shows, scrolled through my phone for an hour, and went to bed.
Only one bed in the entire house. One huge king mattress (one fuck-king mattress. Haha). Thing went from wall to wall. Not even a bedspring, just a huge mattress on the floor. Covered with sheets and coverings and pillows and some stuffed animals. It smelled of the girls and I hated myself and my life. Damn.
I woke from a troubled sleep with Reeta cuddling into my side. More than anything I wanted to fuck the girl. Fuck her cock-hungry pussy and fill it with my semen and force her to suck my cock just as I’d witnessed Prisha lapping up the sticky wet mess that covered Bob’s oversized dick.
I was so angry and Reeta seemed just the skank ready for me to make use of. But I suppressed my urges, pulled Reeta in, kissed her, nuzzled my head into her welcoming breasts, and allowed myself to cry. No words, just quiet tears, like a child feeling lost and confused and abandoned, and I was so grateful she was there for me. Maybe I didn’t have the maturity to love Reeta but from that moment on I felt bonded to her like to no other in my life. What a wonderful woman.
Of course when we woke the next morning she allowed me to make use of her hot lusty pussy with only moans of joy as I poured my frustrations and needs into her. Sure, I’m certain much of what she did with and on me was meant to help me through what Suman later called a ‘grieving period,’ but I didn’t care at the time.
Yeah. Grief. I may not have lost Prisha but I was given a pretty big dose of reality when Prisha showed me how she could do anything she wanted, like impaling herself on the entire length of Bob’s cock, no matter my own personal opinion. So Reeta took care of my sexual needs, emptying my balls and even going against her personal preferences and sucking the cum off of my softened dick just so we could do it again a second time.
“Only because of what you saw Prisha doing with Bob,” Reeta had whispered, her breath heavily scented with semen and her own feminine nectar. “And while I really don’t like the taste or feel of a man’s cum, I think you and I make for a very delicious mixture.”
Those words definitely hardened me up for a second try. And while in the shower Reeta pulled me into her backside, working my half-hard dick into her cum-filled hole and told me to make use of her as only a man could. The feeling of cleaning her out was indescribable, the girl cooing and slapping back at my ass before turning her head to kiss me, my flow slowing even as my cock hardened.
A long and wonderful half hour later we were dressing and Reeta pulled me into an embrace. After a soft bite to my neck and long kiss to my lips, our tongues interweaving together as though we truly were lovers, she told me how things were to be.
“There you go, David. You know I trust you, like no other man, and maybe that is because you are not too heavily emotional with me. Nothing about the heart to get in the way. Fine. In a way that makes me sad, but that is life.
“So now we’ve done many dirty and nasty things together, perhaps making up for all of the unspeakable things Suman and your loving Prisha have shared with Bob. It was a good night for us all. But now its time to go to work and maybe if you are lucky today or tomorrow Prisha will bless you with her presence. Maybe. But until then try not to be so selfish or stupid. Okay?”
Then she kissed me. A long slow kiss, her scent and the feel of her lips on mine and the soft sounds of our embrace filled me. For a long wonderful moment there was no Prisha, only us. That should have told me something but, spoiler here, I was really stupid.
Saw Bob at work. Worked with Bob, did lots of stuff with Bob, like rebuilding the back porch of that house we shared, but all without a word about the prior day’s activities. He’d told me months before that he wouldn’t make a move on Suman but that all bets were off if Suman crawled into his bed on her own. Said the same about Prisha. I had only my own stubborn arrogance to blame. He didn’t rub it in but he didn’t have to. I swear I could smell the sweet scent of Prisha’s and Suman’s twats lingering around him all day. It was torture.
Two days later, and after maybe a dozen texts, Prisha showed up and asked if she could treat me and Bob to a vege dish and flat bread that her mother had taught her to make. I was happy to help her prepare the ingredients, talking with her about the start of the school year and what supplies she might need. Just her and me and Bob, sitting around and eating and talking, and when Bob volunteered to wash the dishes Prisha pulled me into my bedroom and did wonderful things. Wonderful, but with attending words I knew to take seriously.
It was difficult pushing away the vision of Bob’s volcanic eruption into Prisha’s tight pussy, the frothy white effluent and following viscous white goo pouring out of her and into the mouth of her beautiful sister. Yet even with the knowledge that no small number of Bob’s sperm were still swimming around inside of Prisha I managed to suck and tongue the girl into a face-wetting orgasm. And without ever pushing my needy cock into her face.
So we made up, made love in the most simple of ways, and it was Prisha who really stole my heart while showing herself to be the more mature of the two of us.
“I’m not in love with you, David,” she whispered into my ear, but before I could fall into the depths of despair she went on to say, “but only with you do I have a sense of trust and caring. If I’m going to fall in love it will be with you, or maybe with a boy like you. Just don’t push it, okay? It hurts not to be with you. I yearn for it every day, but I need my space too. Do you get it?”
I nodded, whispering into her sweet smelling hair that she was my joy and that her smiles and laughter were what gave me life.
“Really?” she replied, the sound of her smile filling the darkened room. “Reeta’s pretty sure that she gave you lots of reasons to live life. Even said she had to take a second shower just to clean off what you’d done to her during her first attempt to wash. Sounds like you were a randy and very alive man.”
I was searching for an answer when Prisha laughed and said, “She made you happy, didn’t she? You needed her. I’m glad for you, and her too. But I’m more glad to be here with you. Tell me that no other girl could fulfill your heart and soul like I can and I will forgive you, at least until your next meeting with Reeta. Can you say that?”
I could and did, kissing the girl’s body a dozen times while whispering of how her presence filled me more completely than the touch of a dozen other girls, even Reeta.
That made Prisha laugh again, softly if not kindly, and she shook her head and touched a finger to my lips while saying, “That’s nice, David. You love me, don’t you? Well, at least you think you do. Hearing you say that fills my heart with warmth. But you know you don’t own me or control me. Same with me. Maybe I do love you, very much. Maybe, but with the knowledge that ours are ties that don’t bind. The only thing I’m very sure of is that I’m too young to be sure of love. Not yet. Not now. But I swear you are very special to me. Can you be happy with that?”
I was smart enough to shut up. Prisha made me drive her back to her home, for her to sleep with Suman and Reeta in that giant bed of theirs. I returned home and though alone slept very well on my crummy little mattress, warm with the thoughts of what Prisha had whispered to me and only to me.
And, yeah, I knew that on one level Prisha was just feeding me a line. Suman had done the same a year before. She was free, able to make her own choices, and our relationship was special and could grow as the days passed. A cynical man would have scowled but I felt special just to have that chance with Prisha, of possibly some day being her one and only.
That kept me warm for two days. That’s when things changed, my mind growing dark and my mind mistrusting, but I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut.
Even with my unasked for thoughts and qualifications Bob had found a more than willing household of men with the money and balls the girls could make good use of. All fine, whatever my negative thoughts, but then Prisha said she was going to go along. I disagreed, though quietly and with a mellow voice, but she was adamant.
“Not going to throw myself on the floor and open my legs,” Prisha had joked with me that afternoon. “I just want to see what my big sister does for a living. And stop taking it so seriously. It’s only for an hour or so, and I’ll be next to Bob all the time. He’ll keep an eye on them and me. That’ll keep it safe. Reeta is sure she can find even richer fare on campus once classes start at the university. Just imagine the trouble she’ll get into when Bob isn’t around.”
Prisha’s attempt at humor didn’t lighten my mood but I held back my darkness and waved goodbye, pretending I didn’t care by announcing that I was going to practice making pizza dough and would have something for their return.
As I closed the door my last sense of their presence was Reeta’s scent, her special mix of body odor and perfume, a musky fragrance with a hint of citrus. It made me smile and eased my mind.
Dough wasn’t so tough, just standard stuff I’d prepped the day before. The homemade sauce was kept simple using canned tomatoes and paste with garlic, onion, and dried oregano. Pre-shredded cheese, fresh basil, and sliced tomatoes. Basic stuff. Even had half a bottle of wine to share around. The work kept my stomach in check.
Then I waited and scrolled through a lot of nothing and waited some more. Got a text from Bob saying they’d be back soon and I waited some more. So much so that I ate half a pizza and drank most of the wine before they returned.
Not they. Only Bob and Prisha. Prisha seemed off, eyes averted, quickly heading for a shower. Bob wasn’t in a talkative mood, grabbing a beer and microwaving a slice of pizza before throwing himself into the couch.
“Took longer than I thought but the girls sure made some money. Guys were pricks, but what did they expect? I guess I could arrange something like that every week. Hell. Every day. Lots of other work crews out there. We could fucking drive from site to site and take over half-finished bedrooms, but I don’t think the girls would go for that. Trolling for cocks. Good pizza. Needs some sausage.”
Couldn’t drag much more out of him and after her shower Prisha disappeared into the bedroom. My bedroom, thank the gods. I stuck my head in, my mind being thrown into confusion when I saw her feeling and looking at her bare but most beautiful tits.
“Hey. Um, sorry, but are you hungry? How about I heat you up some pizza?”
“Oh. Yeah. That would be great,” was all she said, turning her back to me as she continued her inspection.
Prisha ate her pizza in the bedroom, that and a Pepsi, part of which she gargled which she stopped doing when she saw me watching. Watching and waiting to find out what the hell had gone on, something neither she nor Bob wanted to talk about. And where were Suman and Reeta? Prisha finally let me pull her into a loose embrace on my bed, with a light top and her no-frills panties pulled up tight. I held her, she stayed silent. Either to assuage my curiosity or to talk out the troubles in her mind Prisha finally gave me a rough summary of what had gone on over the four hours they were gone.
“Well, as soon as we got on the road Bob told us there were two groups, two different places to stop at. No big deal. But that first place was just a trailer, like in a mobile-home park. Two men, one kind of short and overweight but Reeta didn’t mind being with him. Said he smelled better. Problem was there was only one bedroom. Two small beds but one bedroom. Fine, Suman and Reeta weren’t shy, so they had one man each.
“The deal was for half an hour. You know, thirty minutes of fun for fifty bucks. In and out, but they were playing around in there for a lot longer than that. Reeta finally came out saying that the one guy was going on his third fuck of the day. They’d had their fun, made Reeta and Suman suck on them for a while, then switch girls and fuck some more. And then that other guy moved back onto Suman and wouldn’t let go. Almost an hour and he was still pinning her to the mattress.
“It gets better. While Bob and I were waiting, the sex noise filling the little trailer, another man showed up. Bob knew him, told him to wait his turn. Ha. Easier said than done. He waited but also saw me as a potential partner. Even with Bob there in the room the man pulled my hand over and showed me just how much in need her was. Not so long but very thick and as hard as a tree. I would have cursed and run if he’d tried to pull me onto his lap.
“That’s when Reeta came out to complain about how much time those first two men were taking, saying they were back and forth on her and Suman. Bob didn’t care and told her to do man number three. That didn’t make her happy but what could she do? So Suman was doing it with the one guy and being forced to suck the other guy’s cock while Reeta was laid flat and pounded into by the late arrival. We got to watch that last part, both Bob and myself, the door open and my sister and cousin being covered by these horny men.
“It really says something for Suman that she put up with the man on top of her. He was holding her ass up and pounding into it like she was a real piece of meat. But she played her part. You know, with the noises and a fake orgasm and everything, but as soon as he collapsed onto her and emptied his balls she rolled over and walked out and got dressed.
“Fortunately the third man was quick. Reeta was on her back and waving her legs for all of five minutes before he was done for the night. No issues. Just paid his fifty and left. The other two complained when Bob wanted to charge them double. Reeta was really unhappy because she’d taken on three different men and had to suck a guy’s dick after he’d taken off a condom. Nobody likes doing that. They finally agreed to pay Bob seventy-five each. That and the fifty from the first guy made for two-hundred. Not so bad but they sure earned it. I’m betting Reeta would have turned for home if they hadn’t already booked the next house, and since those first men used condoms she decided they were still ahead.”
I was listening, giving Prisha soft kisses, making affirming noises to show I was listening. But it was hot stuff, telling me about this guy pumping into Suman’s open thighs, so it was no surprise that my cock was hard and pressing into her ass. Maybe I went a little too far when my rod slipped under her panties but Prisha felt that. She turned her head and said, “Don’t even try it. You get me?”
Fine. Intuiting black clouds ahead I pulled back and let her continue.
“Suman was mostly upset because her first man had torn a shoulder strap. They’d kept their dress simple. You know, just short skirts and tops, no make up, but some men like it rough. We stopped and bought some chicken sandwiches and rested up before going to that second place.
“This was a real apartment, two bedrooms but four men waiting for some action. It took some discussion but Suman and Reeta agreed to take two men each at the same time but with a time limit of one hour. Max. They really emphasized this. That and condoms.
“Just as they disappeared into their rooms another man showed up. Bob knew him from a work site so no surprise but the train had left the station if you get what I mean. Then the man said all he had money for was some mouth action. He had twenty dollars, was desperate for some attention, and Bob and the man both looked at me.
“Bob took the new man’s side and before I could think it through I was sitting on a chair with this man feeling up my tits and feeding me his dick. He’d showered and seemed clean but it was still weird to be doing this with someone I’d never met before. He came pretty fast, like before my jaw started to lock up, but he held my head with two fistfuls of hair and wouldn’t back up.
“Oh, and did I mention this was done without a condom? I hadn’t thought of it, not with my mouth, but as his balls began pulsing his cum into my mouth I had to work hard to swallow and breathe at the same time. I didn’t mind so much. Like Suman I’m fine with the taste of a man’s cum as long as he’s nice about it. Only Reeta would rather a condom than receive a man’s cum in her mouth. Too much chemical for me.
“Then there was Bob, his big fat dick right there for me to taste even before the first guy had pulled out of my mouth. Bob gave me all of ten seconds to finish swallowing that first load before he began pulling my head over to take on his cock. That was work. I really wasn’t into it but I guess Bob was pretty turned on because it only took two minutes of sucking and hand work before he lost it. That’s pretty fast for him, even for a mouth job.
“Problem with Bob is he puts out so much,” murmured Prisha, her mind wandering, odd connected thoughts being released through words in the dark. “You and other guys give up plenty but Bob seems to have an extra set of balls hidden somewhere because whenever the man climaxes it’s like a volcano erupting. Damn stuff is hot and thick and gooey and seems to go on and on. Not so bad when, you know, its just normal sex on his bed. We girls have more space down there and it doesn’t matter how much a man puts out, but sucking Bob off can be real work. He’s learned not to shove it in, like to just hold his dick in place and let me swallow in peace, but it still winds up in my nose and down my chest. Even Suman’s complained. Yeah. Giving Bob a BJ before having him first empty his balls down below is never a good idea.”
That opened my eyes and made my dick shrink to half-size. I wasn’t sure Prisha knew what she was admitting, essentially telling me she had a lot more experience with Bob than the time a week before when she rode Bob’s lap to a mutual orgasm. No surprise, really. I’d suspected her many absences from my bed might have sordid implications but didn’t like having it pushed into my face. It hurt but I let it go, giving Prisha’s cheek a kiss and telling her keep going.
“That other man, the first one I used my mouth on, was nice. Bob wiped his dick on my blouse while the other guy brought me a few paper towels to wipe my face and chest. Even gave me some kind of orange soda. That cut the taste but not all of it. Bob’s stuff is thick, kind of gunky, and even Suman knows the difference between you and Bob just from the smell.
“Anyway, we were only a half hour into our visit and I was done for the day. Bob and the other man pulled out beers and began talking in Spanish so I gargled my soda and walked down to the first bedroom. Opened the door for a peek and I saw Reeta on a bed, naked and riding one of the men like he was a horse. He was big enough in body but you never can tell when it comes to a man’s dick.
“Just the two of them. The other guy wasn’t there and I wasn’t thinking straight. I walked in and leaned into the bed next to Reeta. Her man’s fingers were all over her breasts while she was bouncing up and down so I played naughty cousin and pushed one hand down her front to finger her clit. She always liked that, me or Suman playing with her on the side when she’s with a guy. You’ve seen it. It’s not us being lesbian. It’s sharing the experience with the other girl, letting her know she’s loved.
“You and Bob think having two or three of us in the bedroom means more holes to fuck, but for us its different. Sure, Reeta moaned in appreciation when I started up a massage of her button but she also leaned into me and kissed me while she continued riding her guy, like she was sharing the night with me. That’s what made it special and okay, us being together.
“That went on for a few minutes. I wasn’t even thinking. I think blowing Bob and his friend kind of put me in a weird mood, fingering and touching her while we were both getting into the action. The guy she was on even pushed a hand down under my panties. That was wild, the guy fucking Reeta while pushing two fingers into me. Nothing new and I kind of got into it and didn’t bother pushing his hand away.
“But then the other man returned. He’d finished up in Reeta earlier and had probably gone to the bathroom. Then he returned and saw me playing with Reeta while she rode his friend. I’m sure that in his mind I was a hot new girl with a short skirt and open blouse and there to make him happy. Reeta was tonguing my breasts when I was surprised from behind, the man taking all of ten seconds to pull my ass back and push his dick into me. Reeta saw what was happening and said something but her guy rolled her over and kept her from doing anything. Best we could do is hold hands and grunt out each other’s name while the men went to it.