Rana pehle uske paer ke chume lene laga, phir ahista ahista uska paer ka angotha choosne laga. Fez began to moan. Rana usey paer kiss karte hue, haat sehlta hua raan tak pahoncha. Uski zaban Fez ki inner thigh ko caress kar rahi thi. Fez aur zor se moan kar rahi thi.

"He is good na?"

"He is, we have all heard of his expertise, now we are seeing it. Actually, I am learning a lot too from all here. Everyone here has something to teach and everyone something to learn."

"That's true. Watch her loose herself, it is as if she doesn't care people are watching, right now she seems to be in a world of her own. Who.." Just then Rana had reached her pussy and just grazing it with his tongue, passed on. Her body had tensed in anticipation when the tongue was near, but when he passed by she did not open her eyes. She moaned louder and her hands strayed to her breasts, caressing herself, kneading herself. Rana's hand came fast flicking her hands away/

"Fez there will be plenty for your hands to do later. Let me do it now."

She opened her eyes, and looking a little drunk. Her eyes sought mine and as if by magic, clang, a lock seemed to fall in place; our eyes were locked for the rest of the fuck. It was as if I was kissing her, I could feel the wrath of her body on my lips, I could feel the increasing tempo of her passion, I could sense the turmoil being created inside, the tempest that waited a right moment for release. For all practical purposes it was me there and she knew it. I was making love through a proxy.

I wanted to but I could escape her gaze, she tried to close her eyes, to look at Rana as suckled her nipples but they would stray back to mine like a magnet attracting a needle. With pinpoint accuracy, with speed. Her moans wear soft wails now as having paid enough attention to her tits, the majestic mounds he had paid homage to her throat and lips. He was moving down, I was moving down, feeling the throbbing of her pussy, feeling the tempest build. I moved down.

Rana was now on her pussy lips, perfect pussy lips, a slit that just opened into a gateway, that spoke a language I understood. I could kiss this lips for a hundred years and not tire. I could drink her nectar for a thousand years and still want more, I could take my cock and fuck her as centuries passed by. The ultimate love, the all conquering insatiable lust.

She knew it, I knew it. Something changed. She was now moaning very loudly, Rana's tongue was making her cunt throb and making her spit juice from an unending supply. Woh apne shake hote hue paeron ko zara upar kheencha aur usi samae Rana ke hont uske clitoris par pahonche. I could feel the ringing sensation of the clitoris in my mouth, feel the throbbing.

It was a strange setting. Rita was talking to me, asking me something and I must have been answering her back, talking to her. But I could not remember a thing. I must have been coherrent for she did not show any frustration or make any comment later. I was here and I was there, totally.

I felt my cock shake, I felt the breaking of the dam even before anyone else, even Rana, even Fez herself felt it. I heard her scream, saw her body arch, tense, stiffen. Her eyes did not leave mine, and she began to drool, helplessly. Her eyes clouded over, her nostrils flared and she got up. Her eyes still locked to mine. Her lips sought rana's throbbing pole and surrounded her lips on it. She was on her knees and Rana was standing. I could feel the sweet warmth of her lips, feel the saliva.

When I heard Rana grunt and jerk forward I saw the pleasant sparkle in her eyes, the aproval and my eyes must have given what she wanted. I let my breath out. Then as suddenly the magic lock was set free. I heard a loud clang and was back in the real world.

My own cock was throbbing with need, was painful with need. I needed release. I hoped I could win something. Anything, anyone even a male ass, a male mouth.

I heard Rita clear her throat and pass the pack of cards to Fez, I came to the present world. Fez passed out the cards. I wondered for a moment if the magical thing that had happened earlier had been noticed by anyone. Probably not or I would have heard some barbs being passed. I realized too at the love making that had taken place had been absolutely top notch. Just like Fez to put her majestic stamp on it. Among all the passion that had passed Fez's had been the one that stood out. I made a vow to myself, when my time came I would match her performance.

Fez was sliding cards around. I picked mine eight. Possible loser. Everyone turned their cards upwards. Rahul had a four and Nasreen a six. Just my luck. A performance with Nasreen would have been the highlight of the evening. Then fez turned her card up. Ace of spades.

"Double task, isn't it?" Munaf asked.

"Yeah it is." Fez was half smiling. And there was something sinister in the way she smiled, something evil lay behind it. With a shock I realized that a connection had been created between her and me during the fucking earlier and it had created an unseen optic fiber connection. I could feel her thoughts, I could sense them. I could sense now she was planning something.

"First task, both of you. Tell me where when and who you last made love to. No lies please." Her voice was soft and harsh. Her mouth set, the corners of her mouth drooping in determination. I knew that now they couldn't lie to her even if they wanted to. The queen had uttered a farmaan and it had to be obeyed.

"Two nights ago with Rana." Nasreen replied. "On your bed while we were waiting for you. He was really horny and I wanted to just give him a blowjob, but as always his fantastic cock made me flow like a broken tap and I grabbed him and we fucked like crazy..."

All this while, I noticed, it was as if Fez was not even listening, her eyes were on Rahul, the smile still lingered.

"And you Rahul. Say it, tell me, I know it and I want it out in the open. No hard feelings, really." Fez said quietly, her voice fell like a quiet thin frosting over the room. All went silent. Rahul stuttered.

"It was... It was..."

"With my mother, no. I watched. Don't worry, she has probably done it with every boyfriend of mine, I guess with all the men in this room, why maybe even the women - that wouldn't surprise me. She is naturally horny and hot. She can't help it. So say it, kise choda tu last."

"Mrs Irshad..."

"Ah, magar us din tu Mrs Irshad nahin keh raha tha, Uneh to kuch aur naam se pukar raha tha. Na?"

"Nisha." Us ke moon se woh naam aise nikla jaise koi apne moon se karwahat nikal kar thook raha ho.

"Aur un ke israr par unhe mummy, mummy bhi keh raha tha, na?"

Sab khamosh the, kisi ko pata nahin tha ke kya kehna chahiye. Main Fez ko dekh raha tha, kuch ghusse ke asaar, kuch jalti hui soul ki sense, magar wahan mujhe shanti hi nazar aayi. It was as if she had suddenly come to a peaceful conclusion, she had just thrown away a great burden off her shoulders and was at last free. Her eyes did not say anything, her lips still had that half smile but I knew that her spirit was liberated. I leaned over coming close to her. I spoke.

"Don't let hatred take over Faiz," I used the name I sometimes used, "enjoy the freedom, savor the moment of liberation." Strangely, I could sense the deep sense of joy she was feeling, like news of being released from bondage, of being found innocent in a court of law.

Her eyes met mine. "Thank you Raj, I won't let it enter, it can't, I am too free for that to happen, and Raj, it feels great." She turned to Rahul "But I have no ill feeling Rahul, no young man like you could have passed on such a choot. Magar I don't like being lied to. Never did. Even though our relationship has ended I am still your dost. And you have to pay for it, of course..."

"The second task," she continued, "will be ke tu Nasreen ko bilkul usi tarah chodega jaise tu ne mummy ko choda tha. Down to the last detail. Usey tu Nisha kehkar kar pukare ga, Mummy keh kar pukarega aur wohi sab karega. Go ahead. Nasreen I am sure you can follow his lead, I will tell you if you need to do something. You start with seductive smile and your hands on the trouser buttons that you want to open and suck the lund.."

Nasreen was watching this with arched eyebrows. She did what she was told, coming to Rahul, tugging at his pants, improvising. She smiled seductively.

"Ask him what he thinks of you as a women, of your body." Fez pipped in.

"Fez se milne aaye ho Rahul, woh toh nahin hai. Magar main toh hoon. Aao idhar. Kaho Rahul, kya main tumhe acchi lagti hoon? Kaho."

"Yes Mrs Irshad."

"Yeh kya Mrs Irshad kahe ja raha hai, Nisha keh. Le mera naam, koi nahin hai yahan."

"Haan mujhe tum acchi lagti ho. You have a hot body Nisha."

"Ab itni hot bhi nahin hoon ke nazdeeek aaya to jal jayega? Idhar aa." Nasreen had opened his trouser button and unzipped the imaginary zip. "Zara main bhi dekhoon ke tu bhi jitna hot upar se lagta hai andar se bhi hai ya nahin. Hmmm... jawan lund hamesha accha hi lagta hai. Jawan lund ka tagadapan kahan milta hai. Bol, beti ko toh chod raha hai, kya maa ko chodne ki akad hai is lund mein"

Yeh keh kar woh neeche aayi, aur mujhe shak hone laga ki yeh koi improvisation nahin hai balke practice kiya hua script. Main Fez ki taraf dekha aur usne halke se sar hilaya aur muhe aankh maari. Toh ye sach much reenact ho raha tha.

Nasreen us ka leather shorts nikal kar phek di thi aur lund par upar se neeche tak apni zaban phira rahi thi. "Bol Rahul, Mummy ko bhi chodega na? Aaj meri choot ka ras piyega? Bol Rahul ek garam aurat tujhe pukar rahi hai."

"Magar Fez...."

"Usey tu chod, pata nahin chale ga." Nasreen now was removing her clothes. Naked, holding Rahul's cock in her hand, stroking it she brought her lips to his. Kissing him. He kissed back, she opened her mouth and their tongues met. "Bol Rahul."

"Haan Nisha aaj chodunga tujhe."

"Kya aaj hi mere chanda, sirf aaj hi?"

"Nahin, hamesha.