How it all started [f]or a conservative Indian – [Group] [FMMMM]- Part 1

Hey there, GWS, I’m Flora, 22, Indian and my family is pretty traditional and conservative in many aspects. One of my friends had introduced me to Reddit and I’ve been planning to pen my journey down.

I was 18, fresh into college and the hormones were at work. I was single till that point but not because I wanted to be. I did not have a cellphone, mom would pick calls first and give them to me, a childish younger sister ensured my mom was informed whenever I got too close to a guy in school. Although this seems over the top for people from other countries, trust me, Indians would relate to all these. This is part of our culture here. I always wanted to get into a relationship and finally after securing good marks in my boards and getting into a good college, I had got what mom promised to buy me, a cellphone. I could text, talk, delete texts, I now had freedom and the fire to hook up.

Aasif was a senior in college and quite popular among the girls. He played volleyball, was an athlete and good looking. I liked him. I was fairly good looking (3.5/5, they say) and I had the attention of quite a few guys and most importantly, his. He got his friend to set us up, we spoke and I literally leaped into the relationship in just a few weeks. We were soon going out, kissing, touching and it was time to take it further. We booked a hotel room, fucked like horny rabbits and I loved it. The next few weeks proceeded with me pushing to have sex with him as much as possible, I was addicted. We ended up spending all our money and couldn’t book a room till 2 months. Aasif then told me I could come over to his house and we could do it there. He was from a Muslim family and lived with 3 of his elder brothers, Armaan, Zeeshan and Sufian(22,25 and 28 at that time) in a 1 BHK flat. Sufian and his wife would sleep in the bedroom while 3 other brothers would share the hall. He told me he had already spoken to them and that his brothers were supportive and would give us the bedroom for the weekend. The fire in me just wouldn’t douse. I was thrilled and looking forward to the weekend.

The first thing I noticed was the house as much smaller than a typical 1BHK. The brothers and his sister-in-law(SIL, in future references) greeted me well, were very friendly and made me feel welcome. What struck me as odd was that SIL was in a low neck crop-top that generously exposed her breasts and a pair of loose shorts. The brothers were pinching her navel and rubbing her thigh casually as we were having fun conversations. I shot Aasif a few looks but he just smiled. I remembered him saying his family was broad-minded but this was a bit unexpected. Nevertheless, I went on and just got used to it by the evening. At night, we were given their bedroom and all of them took the hall. We closed the door and got into action. I like to enjoy every bit of the sex I have. And back then, I was new to it and was very vocal. I shamelessly moaned my heart out as his tongue and dick were sending me into spasms of ecstasy. He came twice and we ended it with lots of passionate hugs and kisses before Aasif went to sleep. I though, couldn’t sleep. All the hugs and kisses made me want more but Aasif was done. Beside him on the bed, I was fingering myself to sleep when I heard a few muffled moans. I smiled to myself thinking it would be some noisy neighbor like me but it was continual and it seemed like the sound was coming from a closer distance. So I got up, went up to the bedroom door and listened. The sounds got clearer and louder from the door. ‘Is it SIL and Sufian? It can’t be, they’re out with other guys’, I thought. But as the noise kept on, I got curious and turned on. I slipped into my shorts and tee and very carefully opened the door and peeped, not wanting to wake Aasif up or alert the couple. There wasn’t anyone so I stepped out into the hall. The sounds were from the kitchen. I tiptoed to the entrance of the kitchen, hid myself behind the wall and peeped. There, I had the shock of my life. It was SIL indeed but not with her husband Sufian. Bent over the kitchen slab and her wholesome breasts dangling about, Armaan was thrusting into her. I could see the pleasure in her face as she was holding a piece of cloth to her mouth to prevent her moans from being heard. A part of me wanted to wake Aasif and the whole house up and tell them about everything. But another part of me just wanted to watch the show. I went for the latter. Dropping my shorts down to my feet, I began fingering myself, watching SIL having sex with her brother-in-law. I realized he must really be pounding her as her eyes were wide open and she often was gasping for breath. I pulled my tee up to shoulder level to access my breasts and the intense fucking was making me go nuts. I was heavily fingering myself and biting my lips watching them in the act.

At a point, I realized they were reaching climax. So I turned around, rested my back against the wall and began pulling my shorts up when I got the second shock of the night. Zeeshan, the 2nd brother, was seated on the dining table, his eyes fixed on my naked body. I could make him out in the dark owing to his unmistakable height, he was the tallest of the brothers at 6’1″. We had two awkward seconds of staring at each other before I pulled my shorts up in a creeped out frenzy. My tee adjusted itself as I darted past him into my room and very carefully closed the door. My heart was thumping as I settled into the bed, Aasif was sleeping peacefully. I had not only watched an act of adultery but had also been spotted masturbating to the act by by BF’s brother. My head wasn’t thinking straight in all the excitement and my pussy was throbbing from all the heavy fingering.

In what seemed like a very agonizing 30 minutes, I tried to calm myself down in vain. He was looking right into me, the intense stare unsettling me. He wanted me, real bad. ‘Fuck it’, I told myself and got up again. I carefully opened the door again and peeped out, no one was in the hall. I tiptoed out to ensure everyone was sleeping in the hall, just to ensure SIL was done with Armaan. They were. I knew for sure Zeeshan wasn’t sleeping. I couldn’t see his eyes but I just knew it. I then tiptoed across to the common bathroom of the house and made a small noise with the door to make him hear it. I had closed the door but did not lock it. I wanted to see how far he would go. I stayed in the bathroom for 3 full minutes, testing his will. Then, the door clicked. My heart skipped beats at this point and I was nervously shivering. There he was, the height, the eyes that stare at you. We stood there, staring at each other for a few seconds. My body moved close to his. His hands gripped and squeezed my boobs over my tee. I breathed hard, lifted my arms up and he promptly removed it. I was somehow suddenly shy at this point and hugged him tightly, not showing my boobs. He took his hands back, cupped my ass and started kissing my shoulders and neck. The pleasure was taking over, my nerves were easing. I gently nibbled at his collarbone. In an unexpected move, he grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up slightly and kissed my lips. I lost it at that point. I flung my arms around him and indulged in deep, passionate and open-mouthed kisses. In the next 5 minutes, both of us were naked and making out. He knelt down and began eating me out. Borrowing a leaf from my SIL, I used my shirt to muffle my moans. I was literally yelling into my shirt as Zeeshan’s mouth was toying with my clit. I had had two orgasms right there and was now weak in the knees. I told him to stop, penetrate me and end the hunger for a cock I’ve had all night. I turned around, gripped the wall, spread my legs and bent over. Zeeshan obliged. He held my breasts for grip while thrusting into my hole. He was thicker than Aasif and oh God, it felt divine. I felt his cock was tearing my pussy apart. My lips bled from all the biting I had done to hold my moans back. He went on and on for 10 full minutes and spattered his whole load in my pussy. I felt the warmth of his load and gaped, it was a huge quantity. I collapsed on the bathroom floor, my legs weak, my pussy stretched, my breasts squished and my loyalty compromised. After I dressed up, he took me in his arms and carried me to the room. As he put me down, I kissed him for 5 more minutes, thanking him and went back to sleep. I could sleep peacefully now but I knew something for certain, my relationship wasn’t going to be the same again. But I never anticipated that something bigger awaited me.

To be continued in future parts.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6dm93t/how_it_all_started_for_a_conservative_indian