The Jordanian Connection, part 1

Written by Nightingale

The hottest experiences life can offer have been happening to me right here in Jordan. The little country located between Palestine, Syria, Iraq and Saudi Arabia, has a screwed-up social system, and other systems for that matter. There are probably in Jordan more lifestyles than there are people. Those lifestyles exist as consequences of the big bang. Nothing about them is deliberate or thought out. It's all chaos. A lifestyle of those does not and usually is not consistent in itself. Some people are very rich and act like the very poor. Others are very poor and act like the very rich, and so on and so forth. There are sorts of acceptable behavior in some areas that are considered outrageous in every other area in the world even the next block and vice versa.

On the same table you would find a heavily veiled girl sitting and talking with another girl dressed in short shorts and a tank top. Without having anything in common, they can be best friends. Some women dress like religious zealots and act like sluts. Others dress like sluts and act like religious zealots. It is so funny you have to live it to believe it or to understand how it works. Actually there is nothing understandable about it.

Living in Sweifiyeh in Western Amman, I came to witness a lot of these contradictions. Maybe this suburb is where these contradictions can be found the most. Western Amman is where most of the rich live. Sweifiyeh is where the most corrupt rich live. Men there are legalized thieves. They take bribes, steal public money, smuggle legally. They are so prestigious no one can prove anything against them, but everyone knows how they earn their money. Women are classy housewives, too classy to work or care about anything but make-up, fashions, jewelry, cars and the like. You would see there more women driving cars than men. Most of them cheat on their all-day busy husbands especially with younger men. Men bend the law to earn extra money and women bend over backwards to earn extra cock.

This story delves into this society in an otherwise heavily sexual account. It does not talk about prostitutes that fill the streets of Amman because this is a common phenomenon in other societies. Since several years, young men, and older ones, no longer have to go up to Syria for a whore or a university coed's hot piece of ass. Neither do they have to go down to Egypt where almost every woman "sews." Everything has become available right here.

Although this story is not all true, great pains have been taken to make it describe reality as accurately as possible. This account contains graphic details of illicit sexual encounters between consenting adults. Therefore it is not intended for minors or those easily offended by this kind of content. It does not contain violence, bondage, water sports, fetishes, but it contains almost everything else, including incest. People who admire the Jordanian social values are warned that this account may burst their bubble. If you know Jordan well, you know it is realistic.

The social structure was brought into my attention a year ago. Of course I knew of the obvious stuff all along, but I never knew about the hidden details until recently.

We live in a two story villa, me, my parents and three siblings. My parents are not very rich, both coming from middle class families. My father is doing well in the banking business. My mother is a full-time housewife. Both my parents are forty one years old. We are a well organized family. My older sister, Suhad, is twenty-one years old, married to an engineer. She teaches in an elementary school. My older brother, Sameer, twenty years old, studies medicine at JUST in Irbid. I, Naser, am nineteen years old and I study engineering at UJ in Amman. My younger sister, Nisreen, eighteen years old, has just graduated high school.

It was all started by Alia, my younger and sexier aunt. At thirty-one, she has always been the belle of the family. Being a member of a conservative family, I have always admired her sexy and daring attitude.

Aunt Alia, mom's younger sister, lives with her husband Uncle Kamal in Aqaba, the Jordanian port on the Red Sea. They seldom visit us in Amman, but I remembered from over five years ago, that Aunt Alia was very sexy and she dressed to show it. Since we were and still are a conservative family, even somewhat religious, her dress was not too revealing by most standards, just a little tit and a little thigh but she still managed to make her point.

Nightingale
July 1997
Presents

The Jordanian Connection
A Saga of Illicit Sex in the Middle East

Last July, my elder sister, Suhad, got married and Aunt Alia spent a few days with us just before the wedding. I was eighteen, fresh out of high school and very hot. I ogled Aunt Alia every chance I got. Hell, I even caught dad staring at her chest. At thirty, she was a very sexy woman. She was 5'7" and had shoulder-length brown hair, light complexion, dark brown eyes, full tits and long legs that extended below her round tight behind.

She helped mom serve dinner the first day she was in. When she bent over, I could see enough cleavage to make my cock strain against the fabric of my pants. Moving and pointing while she ate made Aunt Alia's tits sway sexily under her top. I tried to resist but I could not help staring too much. I ended with a big hard-on that made me wait on the dinner table to the last to avoid giving a free show to everybody.

Opening the Can of Worms

The next day, I was going out of my room down the hall. Aunt Alia saw me and called me into her room. Everyone else was out of the house. Aunt Alia had a light blue robe on.

"Do you like women's tits?" she asked me point blank.

My heart fell half way down my stomach, pulsing very fast. I blushed beet red and gazed down silently without an answer.

"Don't be shy," she encouraged me, smiling. "I know you do, but I am asking whether you like mine."

"Yes, I do," I finally managed to utter almost inaudibly.

"I thought so,," she said. "I want you to do me a favor. I am going out and I want you to help me select one of these bras."

She laid three bras on the bed: one was light pink, another was sheer black and the third was a blue demibra that supports the bottoms of the tits and shows the rest including the nipples.

"If you make a good choice I will give you a reward," she said, smiling.

My cock started pulsing faster than my heart. Aunt Alia dropped down her robe and was standing before me in her lacy blue bra and matching panties. She sat on the edge of the bed and parted her knees. I kept switching my eyes between the bras and her tits, trying to hide my embarrassing hard-on.

"I suggest the black one because your skin is pale," I finally managed to choke out.

"Good choice," she said. "Do you think my tits are pretty?"

"Yes," I stuttered.

"Thank you," she said. "As a reward I will let you put the bra on me. Now take off this one."

I leaned over her, awkwardly fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Finally, I snapped it off and pulled the bra off her. I was so shy I could not stare at her magnificent tits.

"Do you think they are firm enough?" she asked, holding her tits, slightly lifting them up. "Feel them up and see."

I knelt down on the floor before Aunt Alia and started feeling up her tits tentatively.

"Come on, Nassour," she encouraged, calling me by her pet name for me. "Really feel them up, you know you want to."

I gradually lost my shyness and started squeezing Alia's tits gently, making her moan. She gasped when I brushed her hardening dark pink nipples with my thumbs.

"Do you like my nipples?" she asked as I rolled them with my thumbs. "Kiss them a little. Please?"

I kissed one stiff nipple then the other, then my hunger overtook me and I sucked on Aunt's nipples greedily. She put her hand behind my head, pulling my head to her chest, and said, "Poor baby, very hungry for Auntie's titties. Suck them all you want, Nassour." I surely did.

When I finished sucking on Alia's nipples she asked, "Do you want to rub your hard cock on Auntie's soft titties?"

My cock almost jumped out of my pants. The surge of desire put me on the verge of coming without ever touching myself. She had me stand and gently pulled down my pants. I stepped out of them and my cock bounced stiffly in front of me. She looked at it lustily. That look made me get harder.

Aunt Alia let my cock in the air for a few seconds then held it tightly in her hand. I almost came, but she knew how to hold me back. She licked the head of my cock with her tongue and then sucked just the head into her mouth. She sucked gently on it and rolled her tongue all over it. For a minute I was just on the edge of spilling my load between her sensual lips but somehow I managed to hold back. She removed my cock from her mouth. My cock head glistened in her saliva.

She rubbed the wet head of my cock gently over her sensitive nipples then rubbed my shaft with her full tits. Now I had more control over my cock than earlier. Alia took my cock all the way into her mouth and let me fuck her throat, expertly holding me at the edge of my desire. She pulled my slick cock out of her mouth and held it between her tits. Squeezing her tits around my shaft, she said, "Now fuck Auntie's hot titties, Nassour."

I started to pump my cock back and forth between her tits, feeling my come rise to the tip of my cock. Finally, it was more than I could take and my cock spurted its load over her neck and chest. I was very embarrassed for coming over Aunt's pretty chest, but she shocked me when she held my cock tightly in her hand and jerked me over her tits. Aunt Alia milked every drop of my come onto her pretty tits, then she rubbed my come into her flesh. When she finished, she licked her fingers sexily looking up at me.

"Don't worry, Nassour," she said. "You will be hard again in a minute because you are going to fuck Auntie." She rubbed her pussy lewdly as she said it. I felt my cock twitch and felt my blood pump back into my semihard organ.

Aunt Alia laughed, "Didn't I tell you?"

She sucked my cock for a while, taking it deep in her throat. My cock got even harder than before. She then took off her panties teasingly and laid on the bed, toying with her pussy, her legs spread out.

"Come here," she called. "I want to rub your cock over my horny pussy."......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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