Multiple Orgasms 4
After a long time, thanks to the marriage of Zia’s younger brother, all the friends were gathered in Lahore. In the busy life of grown ups such occasions are the only source of getting together, a must attended reunion. There was only laughter and memories to recall and tease each other. Gossip, fooling, roaring laughter, and what not; the grey whiskers seemed to be placed on a few teenagers. Olds buddies were not interested in anything but themselves. The party was to go on to early hours of dawn, when Zia’s father sent for me. I went to see him and was told that some of their guests could not get the flight to Lahore so they were reaching Islamabad. Zia’s father, considering me a responsible man, requested to make arrangements for them to reach Lahore. So it was decided that I leave early in the morning for Islamabad and drive them back to Lahore.Well now the problem was to get leave from my buddies. Impossible. Nobody was even ready to listen to such a request. I called Zia to a side and told him that if I didn’t get proper sleep, it would be very hard to do as told. He was to do something. After a few minutes Amjad a cousin of Zia came to me and declared that I was being called by the elders again. As I came out Amjad told me to go to his bedroom and sleep there. Nobody would suspect anything and the search for me would only lead to other places. I thanked him and made for his room. His wife and family would be coming back in the morning, as the functions of dholki etc were to good enough to hold them away. Thanking God I slipped into bedroom. In this unexpected place I had no clothes to change into. So, all I did was to lock the door, set the alarm of the bedside clock and get into the cover wearing only my wristwatch. Within minutes I was fast asleep.I don’t know how it happened, but when I woke up, I found myself entangled in the arms of someone. The lights were dim and I could not make much of my condition. It made me feel like a star of our Indian and Pakistani movies asking the silly question “Mein Kahan Hoon”{Where Am I}. I had a bit of difficulty placing myself. Questions rising in my mind Where am I? Who is this sleeping beside me? Is it a trick played on me, or am I really that lucky? Height of confusion! I was just thinking of ways to handle the situation. The problem was that you could only escape a situation when you knew where you stand. The confusion led to my turning on my back. At that very moment I felt a stirring in my companion. I just pulled the covers to my face trying to plan my course of action, when out of the blue, a hand got hold of my cock. This rascal has it’s own ways and timings. It was pointing towards the ceiling. Confusion increases. Before I could take any action, the hand was replaced by something wet and warm. Then a movement…. And when I dared to take a peek, someone was inserting my dick into her pussy, while facing the other way towards my feet. I just raised my hands to stop her but I was too slow for her quickness, she had impaled herself on me before I could stop her. I got hold of her. ‘What are you doing?’ I said. It was her jumping off me in panic that was more startling. ‘Who are you and what are you doing here?’ She shouted. This was Amjad’s wife. Her turning around made her fall on me and the dick that had hardly come out of her went back into her lodging. Now she was facing me and settled with the cock in her. We were so badly entangled because of her twisting and turning that disengaging needed quite an effort. ‘ I thought it was Amjad’. She had come for an errand and opened her room with her set of keys. Seeing a man in her bed made her think it was Amjad. Now a girl of twenty-five and being exited about the marriage taking place, gave her the impish thought of giving her husband a sexy surprise. Her confused beautiful face blushing red and her lovely body convulse and going bent double made her still. It was all her fault. She did not have the courage to face me or move. Ashamed and confused she sat numb. The sight gave me a harder on. (Even now the memory gives me a throbbing heart and a smile from ear to ear).I sat up. Thanks to our slim figures this was easy, without loosing penetration. I looked towards her. Her head was still down and her chin was touching her chest. I lifted her face with my fingers and there was a sight to see. She was a beauty in glory. Tears filled her eyes and her blinking pushed two pearls roll down her cheeks. I tried to console her. I wiped the tears off he face. ‘It was an accident and accidents don’t happen intentionally’. I told her. She broke in tears. I was in a fix. How do I handle this situation? I never knew. All I could do was to hold her tightly and tell her that nothing had gone wrong. But this fuelled the fire. The crying and sobs grew more. Now it was my turn to panic. If somebody did happen to catch us in this position then I might have been declared the creator of this scene. Try to silence her I placed my hand on her mouth and begged her to lower her voice. She did not like my hand on her mouth and tried to free herself from my grip. This struggle made her fall back. Now I was sitting between her legs with my cock still in her pussy that had started to go dry by now. I was slightly bent over her so that my hand could still be in touch with her mouth. After a couple of minutes she started to listen to what I was saying. This cooled her and the struggling and crying stopped. I tried to cheer her up with some silly jokes. I don’t remember whether silly or witty, but something I said brought a smile on her face. Now we told each other our sides of the story and how it led to this. An understanding was reached to hush up and let anyone else know about the event. If exposed it would mean a big crisis and may be some serious fight.