An Accident Makes A Virgin Muslim Girl My Sex Slave
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Hello Readers,
I’m back with my latest real-life incident. After the lovely experience I had with my Nepali maid Bhumi about 3 months back, I was quite frustrated as I was not getting any pussy….
So I decided to take a break from work and headed out to spend a week in my mountain house near Mumbai, in the hill station of Panchgani. I have a cozy 2 BHK flat overlooking the valley in a building that has 4 apartments. I reached there on Sunday afternoon and got my watchman and his wife to clean-up and settle the house as I was opening the house after about 4 months.
I went to the local market to pick up some food, snacks, salads and booze. At about 5 pm I got a call from my neighbor who is a very conservative Muslim chap whom I will call Ali Bhai (name changed). Ali and I had purchased the flats about 5 years back together from the developer. He was a strict devout Muslim who had a very pretty wife (always in Burka), but I had seen her without burka a few times. They had 3 daughters – Reshma, 19 yo, Minaaz, 19 yo and Naaz, 18 yo (current ages / all names changed). All 3 sisters were studying in the same boarding school in Panchgani. Ali had bought the flat so that he and his wife could come every 2 – 3 weeks and spend weekends with their daughters. I had briefly met all 3 girls once when we both were in Panchgani at the same time about 2 years back, when all 3 girls were younger.
This incident which happened end of December 2016 when schools were closing for Christmas vacation, is about Reshma, the eldest, who is now 19 years old. I really did not know what Ali did for a living and anything about their family as they were rather anti-social and hardly ever mixed up with other flat owners. It is only after the current incident when I learnt from Reshma that her father was a real estate agent and mostly dealt in properties belonging to their own community. While Ali lived and did business in Mumbai, his wife Zeenat worked from home as a translator of legal and other papers doing translations from Arabic and Farsi to English and Hindi. Not sure why they had put all their children into a boarding school.
Coming back to what happened….. Ali called me and I was a bit surprised to get a rare call from him. We exchanged pleasantries and he asked me for help saying that he was due to come to Panchgani today to fetch his 3 daughters, as their school is closing for vacation. Unfortunately, while driving to Panchgani, he had an accident where he hit a cyclist who had a kid ridding pillion and both the riders had been injured quite badly. This led to local people gathering and in the melee someone threw a stone at them and his wife got hit and was injured. Hence, for the police case and hospitalization of the riders and injury to his wife, he would not be able to make it to Panchgani to fetch his daughters. He had called the watchman and learnt that I was the only one who had just arrived to stay in the building at Panchgani and so he called me. Basically, what he wanted me to do was to go to the boarding school and fetch his 3 daughters and bring them to his flat which was next to mine and just keep an eye on them for a day or so, until he could come and fetch them.
Without hesitation, I agreed and told him not to worry and take care of Bhabhi, etc. He told me that by the time I would reach the school, he would have spoken to the principal asking her to release his 3 children to me by verifying my driver’s license for their safety. I took some time to find the school asking for directions and reached there at a time when the principal and some teachers were standing just inside the school gates waiting for the 3 girls. I showed my driving license and exchanged mobile numbers with one of the teachers and was introduced to the 3 girls. I could not recognize any of them and simply said Hi to them and helped them load their bags in the boot of my car and then the 2 younger girls seated themselves on the back seat while Reshma got in the front. Reshma had worn a full burka and the younger 2 were wearing shalvars with head scarves. As soon as we moved from the school area, all 3 girls removed their respective head gear. The younger 2 were giggling about something and got busy with their mobiles. Reshma requested me to take them to the market which was enroute as she wanted to pick up some food & water and other items for their stay at the flat.
After waiting for them for over 45 minutes while they did all their shopping, we headed back to our building. It was dark and about 8 pm by then. I helped them with their bags and shopping bags and told them that I have food and snacks and if there was anything they needed they can call me or simply walk into my place as I would be leaving the door open. There were reasons for me to do this…..
The girls seemed totally thrilled to be by themselves, without teachers or parental supervision. As soon as they had opened their house they were jumping around with Reshma admonishing them to behave themselves. A little bit about Reshma …. When settling them in their flat, Reshma had removed her burka, I had noticed that Reshma was stunning!! OMG!! She was about 5 ft 7 inches (just about 2 inches shorter than me), her thick straight hair was jet black and trimmed up to her waist. Under the burka she was wearing a plain white sleeveless T-shirt and jeans. I couldn’t believe how big and full her breasts were for a schoolgirl…. Her tits were jutting out stretching her white T-shirt and I could see the outline of her bra. Just an amazing sight to see such a young girl with such big, round, full and bouncy tits. Her waist and hips was rather slim in comparison and I guessed that she must be either heavily into sports or doing lots of exercises. Because when she walked her hips and bums moved in a muscular steady way with slight jerks. Her bums were also quite small and seemed very tight.
Now I will describe Reshma’s face…. In short it was angelic …. Her skin was shiny and milk white, large almond shaped eyes with thin eyebrows, sharp and long thin nose with a nose-ring, full lips, high cheek bones, small ears. She was a stunning beauty ….. young and absolutely fabulous looking. She had a regal air about her…. The way she carried herself and moved, her small gestures, her way of speaking, the respect with which she spoke (thezeeb as they say in Urdu). I could not believe that Reshma was a school girl. She looked more like a model or actress. She was a real sophisticated package. No wonder Ali Bhai was so closeted about is family. Reshma could turn heads anywhere in the world and blow men away with her persona !!
Simply put, Reshma was just perfect. She was God’s gift to mankind. Obviously, there had to be a ‘chink in armor’ as the saying goes! Yes, I learned a bit later that Reshma has failed twice in her 12th standard exams. It was only because she was a great athlete that the school had agreed to let her repeat 12th grade for the 3rd time.
Anyway, this is how things happened after I went back to my place and changed into boxer shorts. I boiled some eggs and roasted few papads. Then fixed me a drink and settled down on the terrace to enjoy my first drink under the stars in cool & dry weather with a slight breeze blowing. Just the right ambiance to de-stress from the pollution and stupidity of the fast life of Mumbai.
As I took a deep swig of whiskey, my mind went back to the brief glances I had stolen looking at Reshma. I couldn’t believe that an ugly bugger like Ali could have a daughter so beautiful and stunning. Maybe Allah’s mercy!! But, she was just a kid and I shouldn’t have “those” kind of thoughts about her….. (you bad boy! Heh heh!)
I finished my first drink and went to the living room to make a refill when I got a bit startled, as I saw Reshma standing in the doorway of the entrance which I had kept open as promised to the girls. She had changed into a cotton night suit which was basically a top and a loose pyjama. The top seemed to be at least 2 sizes small for her. Actually the top was not small, her tits were so big that they were pushing against the thin cotton top. She was not wearing a bra. I could almost make out the outlines of her nipples on the top front. Oh God!! She looked sexy and incredible. She had draped a shawl casually over her shoulders. Reshma realized that I was looking at her tits and looked down and put an arm across her chest as if to cover her boobs from my gaze. I was embarrassed and asked her if everything was ok. She said with a grin that with great difficulty she had finally got her 2 sisters to sleep. Also, that since her parents had not re-charged their Tata Sky TV account, they had no TV service and wanted to know if she could watch one of her favorite programs on my TV.
I was only too happy to oblige and asked her to sit in the living room and switched on the TV for her and gave her the remote. I asked her if she wanted something to eat or drink, to which she said she had eaten. So I told her that I am sitting on the terrace and if she wanted anything I would be there. I made my 2nd drink and noticed that she was looking carefully at me while I poured the drink and added ice and a little water. Next thing, she was standing near my bar table and asked me …. Uncle, what is that you are drinking? I said its whiskey. She said is that what people call “daaru” ; She looked really mature physically, but, in reality she was just a school-going kid. I was a bit taken aback as to how she knew the local term for booze. So I said yes, its “daaru”. I asked her if her dad drank daaru. She said with wide eyes…. Nooo Uncle, my Dad says daaru is strictly against our religion and we should never even think about it……!!
I told her that I was used to having 2 drinks every night to relax and that it was like medicine for me. She just said Oh…ok and went back to seeing TV and I went to the terrace and put on FM channel on the radio. Some light pop number was playing as I sat down to enjoy my 2nd drink and my mind again went back to Reshma. I just wondered how her pussy would look like…. I was sure it would be a deep pink color and tight as hell. I wondered if she shaved her pussy area….. Just thinking about her pussy, I started getting a hard on. I just could not get the sight of her big tits out of my mind!! With my imagination running wild and a strong erection which could be seen in my boxers, I sipped my drink……
After about 20 minutes, I saw Reshma at the door of the terrace, so I asked her if her TV program was over. She nodded and was looking around the terrace and the sky. I invited her to come and sit out on the terrace as there was a nice cool breeze. The air was crisp and invigorating. She came and I told her to sit on the other chair across the coffee table on which my drink and snacks were kept. She had wrapped her shawl around her as the temperature had dropped to about 15 degrees and was looking at the sky, stars, and lights of the village in the distance. All this must be familiar to her as her father’s apartment next door had a similar terrace and view. I had covered my hard on by keeping a small cushion over my shorts. Just her presence sitting across me was not allowing my hard on to subside. Reshma had that horny look and electric effect and she looked really innocent and I wondered how she managed to control her raging teen hormones, which must be troubling her all the time. I was sure she knew the effect she had on men as her friends must have told her. I think her innocence came from the fact that her parents made them live at home and in school, in a kind of “closed “environment. Usually, in such cases, given half a chance, such girls could go wild…..
I saw Reshma looking at my glass that had a little whiskey in it. I asked her if she was hungry and offered her a papad. She took it and gently nibbled on the papad. I asked her if she had ever tried having a beer or similar drink, just for fun. Immediately, she was wide-eyed and vigorously shook her head saying Nooo… my Dad would kill me…. So I joked with her saying C’mon…you’ve been studying in a boarding school for years and I’m sure you’ve done some mischief with your friends, all boarders do all sorts of naughty things…. She looked at me a bit embarrassed, her face went red and she just shook her head again. God, she was soo beautiful…
I knew that her father would probably come by next day afternoon to fetch the girls, so if at all something was to happen between Reshma and me, the window of opportunity was NOW. She was an innocent school kid and had lived a closeted, protected and conservative life. I was sure she must be wanting desperately to break free. I had a Muslim GF long back who had been in a similar situation after she was married into a very conservative Muslim family. She wanted to revolt against all the strictness and rules for living and she did, by having a torrid affair with me for 2 years. She taught me how to fuck while standing. For some strange reason, she used to love standing and fucking. It was an amazing 2 years with her… She was always horny and insatiable. All she needed was a glass of red wine and would do anything after that … Including anal penetration while standing!
So I decided to get bold with Reshma. I knew she would not have the guts to tell her parents about anything we spoke about or did, so I decided to make a bold pass at her and see where it got us. I was quite desperate and horny and my erection was not going down. My dick had become so hard that it was hurting.
I winked at Reshma and asked her if she wanted a sip. She again vigorously shook her head. I told her, look you have only this evening to try something new and since her parents were not there, this was her only chance and that I will never tell anyone. She still shook her head saying No, I can’t uncle, my sisters would come to know and then big problems. So actually, she wanted to taste the whiskey but was reluctant and scared. So I went and made myself a fresh drink and I made another strong drink in a separate glass in which I poured coke and then squeezed some lime in it, mixing it well. This whiskey with coke was for Reshma. I went back to the terrace. I found her standing near the terrace wall looking out over the valley. I gave her the glass and said “cheers” to your good health.
She looked at the drink questioningly, I told her coke and lime, I think you will like it. She said she loves coke with lime and said thanks and took a nice swig. Then, as expected, she made a face and said .. Uncle, some funny taste …. I said maybe the lime was too bitter, so I will make you another one…. She said no..no. Uncle its ok, I’ll have this…. Much to my relief!
I noticed that after every sip she grimaced a bit. After she had finished half the glass, she said its getting a bit warm and took off the shawl and threw it on the chair. This is what I had been waiting for. Her tits came into full view …. What a sight! So I asked her to do you like dancing. She smiled and nodded her head, saying yes, I love dancing, but never in front of my parents…. I said I understand … I asked her if she knew how to jive. She said no but she had seen couples on TV doing it and there were some Christian girls in school who could do the jive. I told her that I jive well and that I could teach her if she wanted. (by this time she had almost finished the entire glass of the strong drink I had made for her). She nodded her head and said … Wow, uncle, you can jive? That’s great, please show me.
So I made the pop number playing a little louder and showed her a few steps as if holding an imaginary partner. Then, suddenly, with giving her a chance to think, I grabbed her waist with one hand and her right hand with my left hand and pulled her to the center of the terrace and started jiving ….. She was a bit stunned and blushed and resisted a bit, but then relaxed and started looking at my feet and legs trying to follow my steps. Now in real jiving one actually lightly puts one hand on the girl’s back under her shoulder and the girl does the same. Also, in jiving, the partners usually do not come face-to-face, but dance at an angle so the knees don’t bang into one another. But I was interested in feeling her legs and coming close to her.
As I lifted my legs, she would also lift her legs and our knees and calves were lightly touching. Slowly, from jiving steps, I was gradually doing ball room steps, moving my hips, looking at which she also was moving her hips. My hard on was now clearly pushing my shorts and I am sure Reshma must have seen it. The whiskey she had drunk with coke was now affecting her as her steps were going wonky and her face was flushed. I could make out that she was holding my hand quite tightly to keep herself steady. I was gradually reducing the gap between our bodies by holding her waist tighter and tighter. We kept moving in a slow rhythm and then it happened….. Her boobs finally touched my chest briefly. I thought she would pull away. But she did not. She was looking sideways and at times would look up. Every time she looked up, I would pull her a little closer. Now 2 things happened at almost the same time. Her nipples were touching my chest and as we moved slowly side to side, my erect dick was grazing the exact area where her pussy was, under her pajama. My rock hard lund grazed her pussy and I felt her pussy hair. I slowed down our hip movements as I had gone completely mad. I just wanted to let my dick push against her pussy…. I wanted to crush her boobs on my chest …. I wanted badly to kiss her….. Yes, there was no turning back now, I wanted very very badly to fuck Reshma!
As I drew her closer to me I had almost stopped moving my hips, while Reshma was still moving her hips a little. My hard lund was rubbing across her pussy from left to right….. I was trying hard to push my lund against her pussy. I was holding her with both hands around her waist and I didn’t realize that she had one hand over my shoulder and the other was hanging loosely. We now almost cheek to cheek. I could smell the shampoo on hair. Her big boobs were flattened against my chest. I was sure that she was feeling the hardness of dick on her pussy. She slowly stopped moving her hips and my dick was now pressing hard against her pussy, as, I was holding just below her waist, keeping her hips firmly stuck to my body. I could feel the precum wetness that was oozing from my dick. I slightly adjusted my position so that I could push my dick against her cunt hole. I was so hot with lust now that I could have torn off her clothes and fucked her hard and fast. But, I moved my hands below her waist and held her firm buttocks. For a moment, I could not believe that I am holding this incredibly young and beautiful girl so tight against me. I could feel her hard nipples now on my chest.
Now I was moving my hips in a front and back motion, rubbing between her pussy lobes. It was like I was fucking her with our clothes on. I kept pressing her buttocks so that her pussy was pushing against my dick. Reshma’s breathing was getting rough … she was breathing hard and I could almost feel her heart beating fast. In about 2 minutes of this rubbing motion against her pussy, all of a sudden something unbelievable happened. Reshma, let out a small grunt and her body went into spasms. She had shut her eyes, clenched her fists and her firm body was shivering in spasms. Reshma was having an orgasm. Probably her first. In about one minute, her spasms subsided and she almost went limp in my arms. I had to literally hold her up. Her legs had lost strength. So I lifted her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. She covered her face with both her hands and was trying to catch her breath, still breathing hard. It was then that I noticed a big wet patch on her pyjama around the area of her pussy. So much liquid and wetness could not have been from my precum. This was her pussy that had squirted. I got a strong smell pussy juice. I touched the wet pajama on her pussy and she jerked again, saying no. no… please! Her voice was coming in a slur. That means she was quite drunk.
My penis was still at full mast and hurting. I was desperate to fuck Reshma. I was thinking fast. Reshma seemed very embarrassed and also in no condition to immediately have another round of sex. So I told her I will bring her something to drink. I went and quickly made another whiskey with coke and lime and came back to the bedroom. I found Reshma almost asleep. I was desperate. I softly said her name and she didn’t respond. I understood that the whiskey must have knocked her out. Looking at her lying on the bed she looked like a beautiful angel. Her top had moved up exposing her sexy belly button. The wet patch on her pajama around her pussy was even larger now. Her boobs were moving up and down as she was breathing. So I gently started opening her top buttons looking to see if she wakes up. As I opened all her buttons and looked at her naked breasts, my hard on was rock hard again. She has enormous breasts with very small nipples jutting out and still semi-hard. I bent down and licked her nipple. Oh !! what a feeling. Her skin was smooth as a baby’s bum. I just had to see her pussy. I located 2 zips on the sides of her pyjama which I unzipped and carefully opened and pulled down her pyjama, exposing her fabulous pussy. It was covered with a lush growth of thin straight hair. Rare to find a pussy with straight thin hair. Most girls would have curly thick hair growing all around their pussys. Her pussy hair and clit was covered with her juices. I bent down to smell her cunt. The smell was heavenly. I lightly licked her pussy from down to up where her clit was and tasted her juices. As my tongue flicked her clit, she jerked in an upward motion. My head was between her legs. I was not sure whether she did it on purpose or out of passion, but, she must have been half awake.
Her thighs which were quite muscular closed and clamped my head on both sides and she jerked sharply upwards again crushing her pussy and clit against my mouth. I tried extracting my head but she had gripped my head firmly with her thighs. Then I realized that her hands were holding the back of my head and she jerked again crushing her cunt even harder against my mouth. I was feeling a little uncomfortable. Her pussy juices were leaking again. Involuntarily, my tongue shot out and must have entered an inch into her pussy hole. She let out a grunt and then held my head tight and crushed her cunt several times against my mouth real hard. Her clit was now hard and I could feel her clit crushing my lips and moving against my tongue in quick jerks as if she was fucking my mouth. There were a several hiss and grunts and oooeee like sounds coming from her and then after about another 15 seconds of fucking my mouth, she shrieked and released my head by opening her thighs, but still held my head to her cunt, shuddering with spasm after spasm …. Once again her juices were flowing and my mouth, nose, and chin were covered with her juices. Now her juices seemed sticky and had a stronger smell. I was almost suffocating. Her grip on the back of my head had also become lighter, so I pushed myself out of her hands and decided that this was the time I had to fuck her. She had had 2 big orgasms. Her pussy was real wet with juices flowing. She did not seem to be a virgin, as my tongue had gone more than an inch inside her cunt. But I was not sure.
Reshma had once again covered her face with her hands and was breathing hard. I got off the bed and quickly started pulling down her pyjama bottom and with some difficulty got it off. She clamped her thighs together hard and curled up her body, which was almost naked and lay on one side. Her beautiful firm boobs were jutting out with hard small nipples poking out. I quickly took off my t-shirt and boxers and tried to open her legs. But she had clamped up and would not open up. So I used all my strength to flip her and make her lie on her tummy, which she did not resist. Now her small bums were facing me and I could see her pussy hair. So I quickly straddled her, held her hips and pulled them up.
My dick was like a rock now and at full length. As I pulled her hips up, her bums opened and exposed her wet hairy cunt. I just could not wait for any foreplay or niceties and positioned my dick, held her hips firmly and thrust hard ….. despite thrusting quite hard my dick went only about 2 inches inside her. With any normal girl, my hard dick would have gone inside fully. Reshma choked and started coughing and then she said nooo … owwww …. unlceee…. Pleazzzz… it’s hurting. I knew that it was not the length that must be hurting her, it was the thickness of my dick which was fully thick and throbbing. So I pulled out and Reshma started desperate wiggling her ass trying to get out of my grip on her hips. My dick kept slipping left, right and up over her ass-hole. I was telling Reshma to hold still and you will get another orgasm. My dick was wet and slippery with my precum and her juices. I kept trying to thrust and again I managed to penetrate her. Again she let out a shriek ooooeeee maa…. Aaah….unnnncl……and then she let loose the f word….. saying Oh fuckkk …Oh, fuckkkk …fuckkk repeatedly, as I penetrated her a little deeper with each hard and fast thrust. Her cunt was like a well-greased vice around my dick. I felt so good that I got the feeling my dick was getting thicker and thicker. Strangely, with every thrust, as Reshma said fuckkk and seemed to be in some pain, I was getting even more horny and merciless. I had gripped her hips hard and was thrusting with all my strength, going fully inside her. As I went deep into her, my dick would come finally to a dead end in her cunt. The feeling was such that I could have kept my dick in her cunt permanently. A nice slushy sound was coming as I continued to fuck her harder. She kept wiggling her ass trying to get rid of my dick, which was giving me more pleasure. As her slim buttocks slammed into me thup … thup sounds would come as we both were wet and sweaty. My balls were hanging down and hitting her pussy as I rammed her harder and harder. If this was heaven, then, I was in heaven!
Her protests were getting weaker now as I thrust she would say uuhh …. Uuhh … unnnn … Her big boobs were hanging and swinging in a rhythm and she stopped wiggling her ass, so I released her hips and started pressing her big tits hard, pinching her nipples. Each time I pinched her nipples she would buck like a horse. It is very difficult to explain the ecstasy that me and my dick were experiencing. Then suddenly she let out that familiar grunt and oooeee…. His ….. urrnnnn and started going into spasms. I knew she was cumming again and I too was reaching an orgasm. Luckily, I was not drunk, so just before cumming I withdrew from her cunt and shagged my sperm on her bums which were still shaking with her orgasm. I never knew that so much sperm could eject from me. I was myself wracked with spasms. Very rare.
I needed to clean myself so went to the bathroom and washed up. When I came back, Reshma was lying on her stomach and breathing a little hard. I went and lay beside her. Her face was turned away from me so I turned her head towards me. She closed her eyes. Her lovely black hair was all messed up. She was sweating. Without warning, I kissed her on her lips. She turned her head away. I turned her head back to me and kissed her again holding her head. She had closed her wonderfully soft lips. I kept kissing her lovely soft and sweet lips till she warmed-up and first opened her lips and reciprocated by moving her lips in a very inexperienced way, which was understandable. This was probably the first time that she must have kissed a man. Then when I wanted her to open her mouth so I could insert my tongue in her mouth, she again turned away.
I knew that she must be reeling under many feelings and a host of thoughts …. embarrassment, guilt, fear, passion, pleasure …you name it. So I did not pressure her any further. I got up and found her pajama pants and gave it to her. I told her to get dressed and go check on her sisters. If she was ok and wanted to, she was welcome to join me on my terrace for a while and we could chat for a while. I left the room to let her dress.
I went to the kitchen to make some ready soup. I saw her leaving. In 10 minutes the soup was ready and I took a small bowl to the terrace to eat it. After about 5 minutes Reshma came back and from the terrace entrance she just said good night and went away. She was wearing a Kurta with tights, looking even sexier.
What an evening it had been. Most unexpected. I still could not believe that I had fucked my neighbor’s daughter, who was surely the most beautiful & innocent girl I had ever had sex with. This would surely be my most memorable experiences. I wondered how Reshma would behave with me the next day and whether this experience would change her in any manner…… I went to sleep most satisfied thinking about what kind of present to buy for her that would thrill her….. I had this urge to make Reshma happy.
I want to tell readers that Reshma is the kind of girl with whom any man can fall in love. Her father did not come to fetch them for 3 days as he got stuck with issues concerning – police, lawyers, insurance, compensation, medical treatment, etc. I spoke at length the next day with Reshma, as she too was showing signs of attachment. According to her, she and her friends had masturbated with their fingers. She had never engaged in sex and I was her first lover. I told her that even if I had been 10 years older to her, I would have proposed to her. But the age gap between us was too large and that she should concentrate on her studies and career and maybe sometime in college she would find a decent guy who would love her.
Reshma had great energy. I could not cope up with her enthusiasm and energy. Her sex drive had been triggered and she was horny and hungry for sex. She was like a kid in a candy store, wanting to try everything. Over the next 2 days, she arranged for her 2 sisters to stay with a friends family who lived permanently in Panchgani. We went and dropped them. Now that the ice had broken (or should I say her virginity!!), she was like a lioness in heat. She wanted sex in every form, style, position and I just could not handle her. I had told her that I had given her whiskey in coke the 1st night and she had freaked out. But over the next 2 days, she drank a lot of whiskey and coke with lime as she loved it and that made her even hornier.
Just to give readers an idea as to how crazy and sex mad she had become, on the 2nd day evening, while I was taking a nap, she saw a porn clip on my laptop which showed a girl sitting on top and riding a man. It was a famous clip made by a Turkish couple, showing the girl fucking the man by thrusting on his dick very hard. Reshma wanted to try this. By that time I had already had 2 orgasms during afternoon sessions with her in different positions (after we had dropped off her sisters). She was insatiable. She had scratched my back with her nails while having orgasms. She had bitten my lips and neck. I had taught her how to suck dick, which she initially did not like. But when I told her that this is the way to quickly get a man erect again, she went for it big time. All her inhibitions and shyness were gone and all she could think of was how to get me erect quickly and have another round of hard fucking. I was getting tired… yes real tired. My dick was hurting. She loved the feeling of dotted condoms while fucking.
The Turkish porn clip on my laptop had triggered her hormones. Next thing I know is she is sucking my dick real hard with slurping noises which woke me. When she saw I was awake, she told me about the porn clip she had seen and said she wants to be on top like the girl. Holy shit!! Just looking at her nude got me stirred and after a few minutes of her blowing me, I was hard. She asked me 2 or 3 times midway if it was ok to start. This seemed to be some kind of game for her. So as soon as I was hard, she mounted me, held my dick and thrust herself so that my dick went deep into her cunt. Then in a slightly clumsy way she started thrusting herself on my dick.
Twice my dick came out of her pussy which she re-inserted quickly. She went slowly first and then when she was confident and enjoying the feeling and movement, she leaned forward and held my shoulders and started fucking me real hard with quick up and down deep thrusts and later with back and forward thrusts. She had closed her eyes, her nails were digging into my shoulders as she increased speed and was nearing her climax. Her back and forth thrusting was almost violent. My dick inside her now very wet cunt was being almost abused. I knew if this went on I would lose my erection as I was hurting. Her pussy was very tight. I did not have a condom on and she never gave that any thought nor did she care, despite me telling her of the consequences. She just went on and finally quickly went into throes of passionate body-wracking spasms, cumming and cumming and cumming. As she cummed, I too could not hold myself and had an orgasm that hurt a bit and I released my sperm inside her cunt.
Reshma was erupting like a volcano that suddenly erupts after many years of being dormant. All her pent-up passion, body heat, the lust which was probably a result of the highly conservative and closeted life she had led, was now all of sudden out free and nothing was going to stop her from making the most of this opportunity. She was using me like a toy. Even when I said no, she would start a blowjob or would pose sexily in the buff or show me her shaved pink pussy (she shaved her pussy on the 2nd day at night as she had seen so many girls clean in my collection of porn clips).
She knew her Dad was going to reach Panchgani on the 3rd day by around 3 pm. So on the 3rd day morning, despite my objections, she woke me up with a blowjob, mounted me an fucked the shit out of me, at 7 am !! She had a wild orgasm or should I say orgasms? She kissed me hard and thrust her tongue into my mouth allowing me to suck and play with her soft tongue for a few minutes. I really enjoyed kissing her. She had learned fast and was kissing like a pro. After kissing me she straddled my face and said please say good bye to your darling…. And promptly covered my mouth with her wet pussy from where a little bit of my sperm was still leaking (most had already come out of her pussy and had dribbled down her thighs onto the bed sheet). I sucked her pussy juices and flicked her clit which she enjoyed most. I thought she would leave me …. Hell no!! Once she got going rubbing her pussy on my mouth, she did not want to stop. I tried to grunt and tell her to get up, but, she was again building an orgasm and started grinding her pussy on my mouth saying … please ….. please unnhhh …. Unhhh … aarhhnnn … please…. So I just lay back and stuck my tongue out, over which she ground her cunt for the next 2 minutes till she again had an earth shaking orgasm. She got off me and lay on her back panting like a bitch. Her big tits were heaving and she had closed her eyes. I too closed my eyes and wiped my mouth and tried to rest. What a girl Reshma was. I had opened her up literally and now I felt she was a sex fiend, out of control. Her craving for sex and energy was scary, at least for a middle-aged man like me.
For a fleeting moment, I thought what would happen to her when she was with her parents or back in school. How would she satisfy herself… her hunger for sex was huge. Maybe she would hook onto to some young stud or maybe she would simply insert cucumbers in her pussy and masturbate or maybe she would buy and use a dildo ……. In the 2 nights I had been with, she had gone berserk. No one would imagine, that this beautiful, school-going, burka-wearing, strict & conservative family background girl, could go so wild.
Anyway, we both showered, got ready and went to fetch her sisters and brought them back, stopping to buy take-away for lunch. While Reshma was buying lunch, I quickly went to the only jeweler and bought a small gold heart-shaped pendent, on which I got Reshma’s and my initials etched on the inside so that it was not visible. Her Dad was due to come in about 3 hours’ time. Reshma and her sisters started packing and tidying up their house to close it down. I got busy with some work on my laptop. After some time my doorbell rang. I opened the door to see Reshma in full burka standing and grinning at me. I invited her inside and closed the door. I wanted to hug and kiss her one last time. I held her in my arms and kissed her with great passion and she reciprocated as if we were parting long time lovers. The kiss seemed to last forever. We both were reluctant to disengage. But a shout from one of her sisters broke the spell. I took out the heart-shaped pendent from my pocket and gave it to her saying open it when you are alone. Again another shout came from her sister. I opened the door and Reshma went out. Her sister wanted Reshma to tell the watchman to pluck some flowers which she said she wanted to give to her mother. So Reshma spoke to the watchman and sent both her sisters off with the watchman to pluck flowers. I was waiting at my doorway. Reshma hurried back and went inside my house and asked me to close the door. As soon as I shut the door, she said we have 10 minutes, please fuck me one last time. She saw my expression and said please don’t say no, please hurry, pleeease.
And then she lifted her burka and what I saw was amazing … she was naked underneath, at least up to her bums and pussy. she rolled up her burka in a big roll at her waist level and without waiting for me to say anything, she went on her knees and opened my trouser zip and pulled out my dick. In a flash, she was sucking me like crazy. The sight of her creamy white legs, bums and pussy had already stirred me and I got an erection quickly. As soon as I was hard enough, she let go and went to the dining table, pulled her burka up again and lay stomach down on the table, exposing her bums and clean shaven pink pussy … God, what a sight!
I went to her and quickly shoved my dick into her cunt holding her hips, doggy style. I knew we have very little time, so I started thrusting hard and used a finger to massage her clit, so she would build her orgasm quickly. She was already wet and as I stroked her, there were slushing sounds with each thrust. She was grunting and making her usual enjoyment sounds. For sure this was a first for me, fucking a girl wearing a burka! It was a different erotic feeling and I was completely in the throes of passionate sex. As both our orgasms were building, I knew she would cum soon as I was now familiar with how her cunt gripped my dick when she was close to cumming. I did something I had dreamt about doing …. I gathered her lovely long hair in a bunch with both my hands and pulled her hair as if holding the reigns of a horse and kept riding her, thrusting hard. Reshma was almost at her peak and her head was pulled back by me holding her hair, pumping her cunt as hard as I could. In a few strokes more, her cunt gripped my dick hard and then released it loosening up as her body went into orgasmic spasms after spasms after spasms. Since this was the last time we would fuck, I wanted to make it memorable for her, so I withdrew just before cumming and spilled my sperm on the floor.
Then I lifted her hips and started sucking her wet leaking cunt hard, inserting my tongue as deep as I could in her pussy. This sent her into a 2nd violent orgasm. She could not contain herself and let out some grunts…. Arrgghhh … ummmm loudly. I did not stop sucking her till her body stopped shivering. I gently lowered her hips back and saw that she was lying flat on the dining table, unable to get up. I went and got some tissues and started wiping her pussy which had become a deep red. Her face was flushed and had also turned deep pink. She got up and stood unsteadily, so I held her and hugged till her breathing was getting back. Just as I kissed her the shouts from the girls outside came and she hurriedly rolled down her burka, wiped her face, gave me a quick kiss and waved bye and opened the door and went out.
I have not seen her after that until today. Her father came to thank me profusely for looking after his girls and we spoke briefly about the accident, etc. Then I went back to my normal life and started writing this story bit by bit as I recalled the 2 most unforgettable days spent with Reshma. I will never ever forget the time spent with her. I wish her the best for her future and hope she is loved and has a healthy and successful life.
I hope readers have enjoyed this story and I welcome your comments as usual to my private ID: Cheers.
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Hi friends, how are you. Hope ki aap acche honge. My name is deepak chaudhary from mumbai. Mera kaam logo ko khush karna hai. 18-60 yrs ki kisi bhi lady ko mujhse pyaar chahiye toh mujhe email kare. Jo lady mera 9 inch lumba or 3 inch mota lund le sake wo hi mujhe email kare. Mera email id hai Aaiye ab aate hai hum story per. Yeh story kuch waqt pehle ki hai. Mai market gya tha kuch vegetables lene . Jab mai vegetables le rha tha toh ek lady sabji lene aayi. Meri nazar jaise hi usper pdi toh...
I still remembered that October’s fine day when I fucked a beautiful bridal. It was an amazing fuck that still haunt me yet….The day was pleasent and there was no more heat in the season . I enjoyed the beautiful evening at the roof of our home suddenly I heard the voice of my mom “vijit come down” to hear that voice I reached to mom and then I saw mom sitiing with neighbour’s aunt. Mom looked at me and said ,as u know that marriage of Rubina’s daughter Zeenat is ready now a days and they need...
hey everybody today id like to tell you guys about a fanacy and a few actual events that happened in the last few weeksSo in the last few weeks raesaah and i have been having some incredible sex and i have been enjoying how sexual and kinky she has been acting and enjoying the attention she has been getting from other men especially when we go out .. and the hot conversation we have had when we came back home and fucked has been unbelievable and it has been suck a turn on for me So seeing...
My mom is a 44 year old mature Muslim single mother. My dad left us when I was 10 and since I've lived with my mum. My mum was a very attractive lady for her age, she wore a hijab/scarf, very attractive facial features, busty figure, big boobs and a massive ass. Everytime we used to go shopping she would get so much attention from guys including young ones, and especially black guys. Once a black guy came and commented on her ass right in front of me, she laughed it off and thanked him. My...
Right now, I can’t talk because I’ve got my mouth on Farah Al-Rashid’s ear and we’re making out in a movie theater but I’ve got a tale I’d like to share with you. My name is Dwight Hollister. I’m a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I’m originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts, but got sent here by my parents for school because I was having too much fun at Emerson College down in the Bean. Ever since I came to Canada’s Capital region, I’ve been obsessed...
Recap of Chapter 1,2 & 3..Shabnam had come for the job interview and she needed it very badly as her husband Raman was bedridden from three months because of an accident. Both their families had deserted them as they had an inter caste marriage and the desperation for the job mad her remove her shirt and bra for Rajesh, the senior manager who was ogling at her big 36D breasts. He ordered her to give him a blowjob, called his office friends and shot his cum in her pussy when she refused to...
After Hafsah's cabin holiday with Patrick, Osman had returned to their home and was no longer being sent on long journeys away from home. However Hafsah was no longer in love with Osman and she was simply using Osman for her material needs. Hafsah's romantic needs had been replaced with Patrick, who was a working class black postman. Although their backgrounds may clash their love for one another was now extremely strong. Osman had gotten out of bed early and had taken a shower to purify his...
Hello guys, I am Prakash studying in an international school. My best friends are Arun and Mahat and we always use to talk about girls and sex! Most of the times, we talked about sex in school. Since it was an international school, we had all the freedom. Even some teachers wore dresses in an indecent manner. We always flirt with these types of teachers and fantasize about them! One day, we heard that our science teacher has left and a new teacher was coming. We were free for half the period...
(Sorry if my grammar is not so good. Please comment and rate for more.)She looked in the mirror, looking back at here was a 18 year old muslim girl, with nice curves and a cute face. She was wearing a long skirt, leather jacket and a hijab that covered her hair. She was just done praying, and started packing her bag, because it was soon time. In here bag she packed a planket, a bottle of water, a roll of tape and a bottle of warm lube. She went downstairs and told here strict parents that she...
Hi, friends this is Afsa here i am 29 year old married. I was previously a Hindu but converted later into Islam . This story is not exactly a story but a thing about my life. I will narrate you my life events from me been 20 years old till today. So the story goes like this…. I am 20years old studying in engg college near delhi my name is priya. I was not the best looking girl in my batch but i managed to come in top 10. Many boys gave me good attention and i had few hook-ups in first 2 years...
Hi, it's Ali here! This is another true event that occurred when I was in junior college. As my father was the second oldest amongst 7 brothers I lived in a huge joint family. There were around 30 of us living comfortably in 3 huge houses which were joined together. I was the third c***d and had a twin sister and an older sister. Although I had 15 cousins I was still the favorite k** in the house.Let me first describe my Aunt. My eldest Aunt, Sheen, was quite dusky and short, around 5 ft 6...
THE MUSLIM ARAB GIRL:Tom was one of the best looking guys at school. He had turned 18, moved to his own apartment and was dating one of the hottest girls at his school. He was concidered the most popular guy around, and his girlfriend was very good looking. Tom had every reason to be happy, beeing a guy who could fuck such a hot girl. But Tom got bored of the same old sex with a girl who was very concervative whit the bed-activities. Most of Tom's friends had other classes than him, he really...
THE MUSLIM ARAB GIRL:Tom was one of the best looking guys at school. He had turned 18, moved to his own apartment and was dating one of the hottest girls at his school. He was concidered the most popular guy around, and his girlfriend was very good looking. Tom had every reason to be happy, beeing a guy who could fuck such a hot girl. But Tom got bored of the same old sex with a girl who was very concervative whit the bed-activities. Most of Tom's friends had other classes than him, he really...