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I am Qamaar again. Enjoy the next part of my story…
It was technically my honeymoon season I was going through. With this beauty queen with me, I knew I could not keep asleep for very long. I woke up and then, it was 1:30 am.
I looked at her and she was deep asleep. Her right hand was over my body, and she was between me and my right hand, pressed on me. My lust was overflowing. I wanted to enjoy her again.
I held her right shoulder with my right hand, left shoulder with my left hand, slowly turned her back towards me, pulled her closer to me, got her pressed against me with my left hand over her and right hand under. We were both laying with our right sided on the bed.
By now, I knew it would be very hard to wake her up as I knew that even while I was finger-fucking her in the bus, faster than I can ever fuck her, she never woke up.
So, I started groping her left breast with my left hand, rubbing her pussy with my left hand and kissing her from her left ear to her left shoulder, all simultaneously. With my left hand, I alternatively played with both her boobs and their nipples, doing whatever I imagined, while with my right hand, rubbing her pussy and even finger-fucking her alternatively.
After a while, still finger fucking her with my both index and middle fingers together, I held her neck with my left hand, turned her face towards mine, and started French kissing with her lips. I was careful not to block her nose as it can block her breath thus waking her up or, worse!
While still kissing her, I rubbed her neck up and down a few time with my left hand and rubbed her down to her left hand fingers on her arm, then between her left hand and body, starting from her waist, I rubbed up her armpit. I felt the smoothness of her shaven armpit. I lifter her hand up, placed my face on her armpit and licked it for a while. I do not know why I did that.
Then I stopped everything else I was doing. My right hand was somewhat wet due to her juice inside her pussy. I rubbed it against the bed sheet and made it dry again.
Then I started repeatedly kissing her all over her body. Starting from her left, down to her left shoulder, then down to her fingertips, then on the inside of her hand up to her armpit, then down to her waist. Then, I kissed her umbilical code a few times, and played with it using my tongue. My hands were holding hers, with our fingers through those of each others, me holding her opposite hands.
Then I left her hands, held her waist and rubbing her all the way down to her knees, I repeated kissing her left thigh down to her knees. Then I repeated kissing the inner side of it up to her pussy, rubbing her all the way back.
I was almost perfectly erect by now. I licked her pussy, while rubbing its lips with my thumb fingers. Then, I parted her legs a little until I could place my lips on her pussy-lips, just like I do it on her lips. Then, I started tasting it, just like I was tasting her mouth. I licked its inside with my tongue, hit my tongue against her clit, bit her pussy-lips with my lips and even with my teeth, sucked it all dry…anything at all.
While still doing that, I sent my hands towards her boobs and started playing with them, each of my hands on her opposite boob. I groped, squeezed, massaged, kneaded, fondled them and rubbed, rounded, pulled, pressed, pinched her nipples. Still she was not awake.
After a while, I felt a sudden movement on her legs. I knew she is awake, but I did not pay much attention. I kept sucking her pussy, this time, with much more pressure. Her thighs were pressed against my head, her palms were pressed against each of my hands, which were groping her boobs, and she moaned “aah!” I looked at her and saw that she had bent her back so her boobs went upwards. What a sexy scene! But I stopped.
I stopped but she would nit let go of my head. So, I asked her,
“Kareema, are you not gonna let go of my head?” As I patted on her thighs a few times. She looked down at me, smiled and released me.
As she released my head, I held each if her hands with mine, sending my fingers through hers. Then, I lifted myself up, pressing her hands against the mattress, took my body forward pushing her hands all the was towards her head, took my face closer to hers and slowly laid on her again. She smiled happily.
“Kareema, am I too heavy for you, honey?” I asked as I was rubbing my thumbs against her each palm. I had now left her fingers and altered my hold. My cock was hard but I kept in on her pussy, rather than penetrating. She smiled and said,
“No qamaar, you are not that heavy. I sometimes wonder why you are so big but so light at the same time. Heh!”
“Ahah! No, I am heavy enough. You are strong enough to hold me. That is what”
I left her left hand and with my free right hand, rubbed her head down to her neck, rubbing her lips with my thumb.
“I am so proud of you, kareema. I feel like I am going through my honeymoon”
She smiled, and palmed my right cheek, and as I held her hand with my right hand and kissed her palm for a few times, and put its outer side against my cheek, while closing my eyes, she said,
“Oh yeah! I also feel like this is my real honeymoon. One day, your wife will be very happy to have you”
“Oh do not say that. I do not want a wife as long as you are with me. Your husband is lucky to have such a beauty queen like you”
I kissed her lips again. She looked down and said,
“Looks like your little guy is hard again! Will you allow him in”
I raised my eyebrow and asked,
“It is you who should allow or prohibit, not me…will you?”
“Definitely. Do it!” As she smiled passionately.
“Well, I thought you need to experience a few new things today” I said, as I knelt on the bed. She raised her eyebrows.
“Wow! No matter how many things you do to me, still you have new ideas? That is good, though”
I held her legs, turned them towards her head, and said,
“Hold them like you did before. This time, I am gonna work my finger in you”
“Well, whatever. Hope that will not be too much for me” she smiled and did what I said.
“There are 2 ways to do it. 1st, is this” I said, as I brought together my index and middle finger together, put them in her pussy, and started finger fucking her, as she kept moaning.
“If I am too fast, just hold my hand. If I must stop, push my hand outside. Do not hesitate, as I am not gonna be angry. Ok?” I said as I was doing it. She nodded ok, as she was so breathless to say anything.
I kept speeding up, while with my left hand, I felt her left thigh, then her waist, then her boob, then her neck, where I rubbed up and down a few times.
While I was doing it, she came a few times, her body was moving up and down in my rhythm and my hand was working in God speed now! Her boobs went up, hit her shoulders, came down and hit her stomach, and repeated, all the time. She was moaning in my rhythm.
She finally took hold of my hand, so I no longer sped up, but I kept going. A few seconds later, she slowly pushed my hand out. She looked very tired.
“Oh…that was good…” She said as gasping for breath.
“Should I work the other method right now, or should I wait a little longer? You seem too tired”
“…” She nodded her head “just wait a few minutes…”
So I laid by her and waited. After a few minutes,
“Ok, I am ready”
She took her legs back to her position. I put my fingers inside her the same way I did before, made my palm perpendicular to the fingers and started rubbing her pussy up and down, speeding up and pressing my fingers deeper inside. She was moaning as before, holding the mattress tight and looking at my hand having her head a little raised. With my left hand, I was holding her right thigh.
She came once while I was doing it. As I sped up, suddenly,
“Qamaar…I cannot…”
I stopped at once, laid by her and pulled her towards me.
“Why darling? What happened?”
“I feel so weak, qamaar…i can barely even speak…i am sorry to say this but…i think we should stop this now”
I smiled and squeezed her left cheek with my right hand.
“It is okay, kareema. We can do this later”
She held my hand, and rubbed its palm against her neck. She smiled lightly.
“I know you so badly want me, qamaar. I see it in your eyes. I would be so glad to be with you too. But I am so weak right now. Is it okay with you if I sleep about an hour?”
“Will an hour will be enough? Kareema, sleep as long as you think you should. You do not have to suffer for my needs. As I said earlier, I am not here to torture you, and you are not here to suffer for my pleasure”
As she smiled, two tears went off her eyes. I tried to wipe them off but she held my hand and said,
“No, just let them be. They are of pleasure of how you treat me, not of pain of anything. Let them be and hope our mutual satisfaction will always remain, unlike these drying out tears”
“So poetic. Can I hug you?”
“Sure. But do not penetrate please. I am too weak to endure it”
I hugged her and murmured to her left ear,
“you should not endure it. You should only enjoy it. That is why I am here” then I kissed her ear, looked back into her eyes and rubbed my nose-tip against hers. She smiled with her eyes closed. I lifted her head upwards with my right index finger on her chin, kissed her lips once, and said,
“Let us sleep a while, then. Do not worry, I will not penetrate you”
We fell asleep in each others tight embrace.
I really could not sleep. I was desperate because I really wanted her but she was too weak and tired for everything. I knew that sometimes forcible action take place between couples, especially ex-lovers but I could not do that to her. I was not a guy that type.
I got her pressed against me, feeling her boobs on my chest and pussy, on ball sack. I wanted to press my cock between her thighs but I thought it would be dangerous as I had been circumcised surgically, and my skin was jointed to the back of the penis-tip. Damn! Has that surgery ruined my entire sexual life?
I cuddled her and turned downwards taking her to bottom. But as my cock started erecting, I left her and stood up to allow it to fall down again. I looked at her. Wow! What kamma of me made me deserve this beauty queen? Why not as my own wife? There is no way I can marry her as I look forward to marry my gf, Shiruza Mohamad Faizal. lol, all life with these women!
I got cleaned, got dressed and looked at my mobile. Nothing new. I got outta the house to walk around a bit.
I walked towards the university, which was situated a few miles away and came back. It was about 6.00 am then.
As I went back to her house, I saw that she was awake. She was preparing something.
“Hi qamaar, I made some food. Come on” as I entered the house, she pulled me by my right hand and pushed me onto a chair. She had prepared something like pasta but she was gonna eat with her hand, not fork.
As I waited sitting, she came to me with a food plate, sat on my lap and said,
“Let us eat, qamaar” as I placed my right hand around her waist, while she placed her left hand around my shoulders.
I started rubbing her from her rear-neck to her lower back. She also started massaging my rear-neck, smiling at me.
“Kareema, let us do something new…”
“You always have something new! Anyway, what is that?” She showed a fake anger.
“I feed you a piece with my mouth. You do the same to me. How is that?”
“Wow! Good. Let us do it!”
We started. Every time I fed her, I sucked away her lips. She also did the exact same to me. We were enjoying alot.
As we were going, I slowly unzipped her gown from her neck all the way down to her ass. Then I exposed her back.
Then I started rubbing all over it, though her bra was still in place. I sometimes tickled her and everytime I did, she moved suddenly with a shy smile.
“Qamaar…do not…tickle me please” she said, so I stopped tickling her, but I kept rubbing.
Later, I unhooked her bra and pulled it to both sides, uncovering her back completely. Then I slid my hand into her gown and grabbed her right boob. I kept massaging it for a while. She smiled and looked at my right hand.
As I pinched her night nipple, she took hold of my right hand through her gown, with a moan and a wide smile.
“Did that hurt you, sweetheart?” I asked, having stopped pinching. She smiled and said,
“No it did not, but it was like a shock at once. It is ok, keep feeling me”
As I kept massaging her right boob, she looked at her boob, and her gown was moving in the rhythm.
“You are doing great” she said as she smiled at me.
The last piece of food was in her mouth, ready to be fed to me. As she took it closer to my mouth, I put my palm on her neck, pulled her closer, put my lips on hers, sucked in the piece of food and french-kissed with her for a while.
During that, she kept unbuttoning my shirt and I left her for a while and moved my hands downwards to help her take her over. Also, simultaneously, I pulled her gown off her shoulders all the way down, and she also took her hands off of me to help it.
When we finished that session, we looked at the eyes of each other. She looked at me with great and inexplicably high love.
My cock was much erect my now. But it was stuck to my denim so it did not poke her. I was still on the chair. I put my hands on her waist as she put hers on my neck, and told her,
“Put your legs on the handles and take yourself closer to me. But before that, we both will have to get naked. Shall we”
“Yes we shall” she whispered, and stood up.
When I took over my denim and my underwear, she looked at my erect cock and said,
“It looks pretty erect”
“Yeah, do you wanna touch it?”
“I … am … not sure. Heh” she laughed. I rubbed her head.
“It is okay then. You do not have to do what you do not want to. Okay, let us move to the positions, and start our new thing. Come on”
I sat on the chair, held her waist as she came closer to me and helped her sit on my lap. Then, I removed her head-cover.
“I guess you no longer have to wear this” I said as I put that away. With her hair exposed, she was looking inexplicably hot. She smiled at me.
“Well, what shall we do now?” She said as she looked at my cock and back at my eyes.
“Hold my shoulders, lift yourself up, focus your vagina on my penis, put yourself down so that it goes inside you”
As she tried to do that, I held my cock upwards to help her. I entered her.
“Wow, now it goes in easily”
“Yeah, in like the Flynn, right?”
She smiled “however you say it. Now what?
“press the handles against your thighs, go up and down, moving my cock inside you”
She moved up once. As I said, my cock is not very long, though enough long to please a woman, so it was removed from her hole.
“Sorry qamaar” she said as I entered her again.
“It is ok, but do not move that high. You can do this. Come on” I encouraged her. She started moving.
As her hands were on my shoulders, they were helpful to her. After a while, she could do it faster and faster.
“Oh yeah…it is so good…qamaar, this is great” she said happily.
As she kept speeding, I kept rubbing her body, squeezing her boobs, pinching her nipples and french-kissing her lips, having her pushed towards me by her neck. I did not try to press her boobs against me as it could have pushed her legs even further apart. I did not want her to get hurt.
After about 2,3 minutes of this, I asked her to stop for a while.
“Ok qamaar, what is next?”
“Change you position a little. Place your feet on the handles, come closer to me and start as you did earlier. Maybe you feel a little tired as this is the 1st time. Do nit worry, you will be adapted” I smiled, rubbing her lips down to her chin. She kissed my fingers as I did that.
She did as I said and started moving again. This time, I pulled her more towards me and got her boobs pressed against me. As I was holding her waist, I could help her move up and down. Sometimes, I massaged her boobs and some other times, we French kissed like nothing, all along with she moving like that.
“Oh god…qamaar…I am looking like a porn star, are not I?”
“Of course you are…but no worries…no cameras around” I responded as she kept moving.
After about 2,3 minutes, again I asked her to stop. She was getting sweat by now, because of the unusual moving.
“Qamaar, I am sweating. Should I go have a wash?”
She stood up and tried to walk away. But I held by her waist and pulled her back to my lap.
“Qamaar, you just cannot leave me alone, can you?” she said with a fake anger as I held her by her arms, pressed her back against my chest and started kissing around her neck, shoulders, collars, and upper-back. My cock was rubbing her lower-back.
“You are not yet fed up, darling. So why should i leave you alone?” I asked as I left her arms and stopped kissing her. She turned towards me.
“Do you still have new stuff to test? I guess you have much experience with this, qamaar”
“Oh hell no I do not! I was a virgin when I slept with you!”
She was astonished to hear that. “w…what!? but you seemed pretty experienced?”
“I was just being confident and brave…now, shall we move to the next step?”
“I am in sweat, qamaar, you will not like the way smell”
I pressed my face against the right side of her neck and breathed in once but fast, while pressing my lips against her neck too.
“Mmh! you smell amazing!” I saw her happy smile.
“Thanks qamaar. you know very well how to please a woman. cannot just believe you were a virgin when you slept with me. so, what else do you have for me?”
“I am still not quite done with your vagina. If you want, we can have new rounds right now”
“Wow, really? after all you have done with it you still have new stuff left? you are a sex expert”
“Let us move to positions” I said, as I stood her off my lap, stood up and accompanied her to the room.
Once we entered the room, I instantly but softly, pushed her onto the wall, held her hands sending my fingers through hers, put them on the wall, and while taking them upwards, we kept kissing each others lips a while, while she was rubbing her right thigh and calf against my left calf and thigh. She remembered it. I stopped kissing for a while and said,
“So you remember it? Good” and started kissing her again.
I kissed her lips, then neck, the cleavage…all the way down to her pussy. Then I rubbed over it for a while.
“Are you gonna make me cum again?” She asked, looking at my hand.
“Not now, not this way, but I will” I said as I lifted her up and put on the mattress.
As I laid on her, we started a little foreplay. We repeated kissing each others lips, while she was rubbing my chest and I was feeling her body, wherever and however possible. I again kissed down to her neck, where I kissed, licked and sucked the right side of, as she moaned. Then, I kept kissing down to her cleavage, licked and then sucked on it. Then I started working my mouth on her right nipple, while rubbing her down to her right thigh with my left hand and working my right hand on her left boob.
“Oh yeah…keep sensing me baby” she said as she kept her finger inside my hair. Her words were turning me on.
I alternatively worked on both of her sides like that. Then, holding her waist, I repeated kissing down to her pussy, where I worked my lips, tongue and fingers on and tongue and fingers inside, alternatively, till she came. Then I pressed my palm on her pussy to block the flow, to keep the wetness inside.
“Qamaar, why are you blocking the flow?” She asked, astonished.
“To keep it wet inside. The wetter inside, the easier” then I moved myself upwards, kissed her forehead once and said,
“Do not worry, honey. I never forced you and never will I. We can stop anytime you want. Ready?”
She nodded her head in agreement. I kissed her forehead again and moved down again.
I made both her legs straight, and bent her right leg upwards, and said,
“Hold this leg upwards, pulling it up as hard as possible. Then I will get in”
She did as I said. Then, I laid on her, pressing her right thigh against both our bodies and her right calf was on my left forearm. I slowly entered her. She did not seem hurt. She smiled.
“Ready??” I asked. She nodded her head. I lifted my body a little using my hands and said,
“Here we go!” I started fucking. She started moaning to the rhythm.
“Ah! Ah!” All the way. Sometimes, I held her neck softly, bent towards her, kissed her lips and lifted myself again.
“Aah…qamaar…ana fi aljannnah ya habbibi…anti malaki…keep up…speed up…burn me alive! Aah” she was talking crazy stupid stuff. I did not understand half of what she said. Probably Arabic? lol
After about a minute, I stopped. Then, I moved her right leg to her left until it touched the bed. Then started fucking again.
Again, more crazy Arabic! I also grabbed her right boob with my right hand holding her neck with my left, sometimes. She was holding my left hand as if I was trying to squeeze it.
“Kareema…feel like a pornstar…do you not?’
“Oh yeah…I am your personal pornstar…keep fucking me…”
Her right hand was on my left hand which was on her right boob. I groped that boob and the other one, alternatively.
I also patted, not slapped, on her right ass-cheek with my left hand. I was afraid she would be hurt if I slapped.
“Lightly slap…it will feel good” she said. I slapped a few times.
“Oh yeah, that feels so good”
I then put my index and middle fingers in her mouth and said,
“Lick them darling. Make them wet…there you are”
I took them out, stopped fucking for a while and inserted them my wet fingers to her ass-hole.
“Oh…that feels good honey”she whispered, with her eyes closed.
“Do you want my penis inside it? Do you, honey?”
“Yeah I do…I do…”
I sucked my fingers again. Since she now washed her ass-hole well, my fingers did not taste funny. Good!
“But 1st let us be dont with your vagina” I said as I laid by her, facing her back. I lifted her right leg as much as possible.
“Now hold your leg tight, honey. I am gonna enter you from behind”
“You gonna fuck my ass-hole?”
“No, not yet. Still vagina”
“Whatever”
I put my cock in her pussy, held her waist with my right hand, her forehead with my left hand and started fucking again. She started her crazy moaning again.
While fucking, I sometimes turned her head back and kissed her lips, holding her neck. She was holding my ass with her right hand, pulling it each time I penetrated. With my right hand, I was rubbing all over her and feeling her tits whenever possible. We went for about a minute.
I came in her pussy, and suddenly, my rear-head started aching like hell! Have I fucked too many times?
“Oh my head! I cannot hold it” I said, as I freed her and laid on the bed. She quickly turned to me.
“Qamaar! What happened my love? Did I do something wrong? Please talk!” Tears were already dripping off her eyes. I rubbed her head and kissed her temple.
“It is okay honey. You did nothing but helping. We have had sex too much so my head aches. May I have some sleep?”
“Yes sweetheart, sleep and later wake up fit. Anything happens to you, I will die” she whispered and kissed my lips. I fell deep asleep, as she laid by me, rubbing my chest..
End of part 4. Wait for part 5. Bye!
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