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I am Qamaar again. Enjoy the next part of my story.
I tried to sleep but I knew I cannot do that. I was burning with lust for the 1st time in forever, and my victim, or more like partner, was right in front of me, or more like, partially on me, and we were somewhere we were not free to enjoy ourselves. As a virgin…of course I was a virgin…this was completely new to me. “oh please, this journey shall end” I told myself.
I looked back at her. She was in deep sleep, feeling not a damn about the differing velocity of the bus, or anything, at all. Oh I so badly wanna feel her, but I had no idea how to start. She was a living, breathing bag of lust!
I noticed something. Unlike traditional abayas of Islamic countries, hers had a set of buttons all the was to the lower end, with about 5 inches in between 2 buttons close. why do I have to lift her dress all the way u, when I can slid my hand in through an opening?
Suddenly, the bus stopped for refreshments. Damn! I was so obsessed I did not even notice it!It was so dark around. People started getting off the bus. should I wake her up as well. I murmured into her ear. “Kareema, do you want something? the bus has stopped for refreshment”
She opened her eyes, lazily, and smiled. “I am so thirsty, but I cannot stand up. How about you?”
“No 2 words, darling. I will bring something for you then” I smiled back, kissed her forehead, stood up and was gonna get off. “wear the hijab till I come back” then I got off.
I quickly brought back some energizers for us and saw that there were very few people on the bus and they were also deep asleep. Must move fast! The bus would leave in minutes!
I quickly walked to her. This time, she was wearing the hijab in a way that it covered only her hair and not her ears or so. Just as I wanted!
“Thank you” she said as she took the refreshment from me. She immediately started drinking through the straw.
I also started drinking but I was so obsessed that I could nit just leave her alone. I wanted to feel her whenever possible. With right hand, I was holding the juice and with left hand, I started feeling her body, like I was doing earlier, behind her neck, then collar muscle, then shoulder, then arm, then boob with my hand between that and her arm…then she looked at me, with some irritation.
“You just cannot leave me alone, can you?” The way she asked it was not funny. I stopped immediately.
“Oh I’m so sorry” I took my hand away from her, with a lost look in my face. I pretended to be sad. She was looking at my eyes for a while, and the smiled again.
“It is ok, my darling. I want that. Keep it up” she cuddled herself to me.
I started feeling her again. Starting from her left boob, I played with it every way possible, as I mentioned in the earlier part and then I played with her nipple of that boob through her abaya and bra. She held my working hand with her left hand, and pressed it against her boob. “do more, and faster. You are my master. Use me, please”
I looked at her eyes, speeding up. They were looking very lusty and asking for even more.
I gave her my juice “drink this too. I have 2 hands and will do more” she agreed happily. She took my drink, which had no more than about a half left and I started working both my hands on her. I was careful to never hurt her but I was doing fast like there was no tomorrow.
Basically, I was not working on her pussy, ass-hole and navel, as I would have to clean my hands again. She asked me.
“You drank away all my body-fluids. My husband has never done that for me. I do not think they tasted well after all. What did you do that for?” She was struggling alot to ask me, holding breath several times.
Right then, I rubbed my fingertips on her skin of her thighs. She went “ah…ss…h! I cannot believe this is happening! I can hardly ever bear it, but I love it at the same time…” She was half talking half moaning. I took my face closer to hers, looking right at her eyes and now massaging her boobs, one with each of my hands. She started drinking the juices again, but still was moaning like “mm…h!”
I was not just massaging her, I was pulling her boobs upward when squeezing them, and letting it get back to normal position, still holding them. Everytime I pulled then up, her body bent to the backside, her face went upwards, and she moaned “aah!”. Wow, what a sight!
“Kareema, do not moan that loud! We will be exposed!” I whispered to her ear. She nodded her head and lowered her voice much. She put her both hands against the seat, slid them up and held the handle-bar of the seat.
I changed my motion. I now, grabbed the boob, pulled up, left and lightly slapped on boob on the nipple area, repeated all the way. When I slapped the 1st time,
“Ah! Oh god that was great…” Then she smiled wide and wildly. “…oh! Yeah keep it up baby. Ah! Shhh…ah!”
She went “ah!” Every single time I slapped. “ah! Oh you are just divine…ah! No man can please a woman like this. Ah! You must be an angel. Ah! An angel of sex. Ah!…”
I increased my pace “yeah. Ah! Nice. Ah! I love ah! It. Ah!”
I increased my pace again. This time, she could say only “ah! Ah!” All the way. I repeated it for a while, then stopped, rubbed her body down her waist, then her thighs, groping them, then her calves, then her toes, with my fingers going through them, then reversed back to her boobs. She was wearing slippers, not shoes like me.
I am about 6 feet 1 inch tall. My hands are therefore considerably large and also, as everyone said to me, I had wider fists and loner fingers compared to those of a same height man. But still, her boobs were so big, though they never looked too big, that one hand of me was never enough to grab one boob perfectly. they were that big. I remembered that her ass-cheeks were no different after all. Damn! She was a woman born for sex, and that idiot she called husband had totally ignored this man-pleasing machine? this sex-bomb, this living, breathing bag of lust? I just cannot believe that. I am forced to.
Anyway, back to story. I just kept playing with her boobs for a while, as I had no idea what to do next. She just looked at me, as I got my face very close to hers, now our noses almost touching each other. I said to her,
“Kareema, from now onward, you better do exactly what I say, to have exactly what you want. We can also do new things according to your like, but we can stop if you do not wish to continue, okay? Do not hesitate to tell me, alright?”
I kissed her lips, finishing it, she smiled and nodded her head in agreement, I smiled, kissed her lips again. This time, she was ready for that so she kissed me back the same moment.
We both smiled at each other, and kissed again, and again, and again…we kept doing that. And each time we kissed, I grabbed her boobs, and when I left her lips, I released her boobs as well. She, now somewhat confident, had her hands on mine. Each time I grabbed her boobs, I pressed them upwards, and she also lifted a little from the position, pressing a little against the seat. I was in front of her, more likely than by her.
Then, I changed my repeated kissing into french-kissing, and my repeated boob-grabbing into massaging. 1st 3,4 kisses were just ordinary lip-ratings but then, she started moaning lightly and I sent my tongue into her mouth and kept licking wherever I could. Then, she also started responding by holding my head with both her hands behind my neck and rolling her tongue against mine. I stopped at once and took my head back a little.
“Why?” She asked me with desperate eyes. My hands were still on her boobs but not moving. I talked.
“Wow! You’re being a professional kisser, rather than a desperate and obsessed wife” she smiled at my compliment.
“Mh, thank you. I did nit get your name yet?”
“Qamaar”
“Nice name”
“Thank you, kareema. But how did you learn to kiss so well like that?” I was doubting if this is not her 1st sexual adventure with an outsider. But her answer was consoling.
“Well, I watch porn. I see those passionate kissing session. I always wanted to do them with him but, he was never interested” rubbed her palm against my face. I took her hand in mine and kissed it a few times, while she was saying “qamaar, believe me. The way you please me, is unimaginable. All the porn actors are no match to you. Your methods of pleasing can kill me!”
Then I uncovered her forearm and started kissing all over it. “I have traveled long distances on buses as crowded as this but this was the 1st time an unknown man touched me and this is so fascinating. Qamaar, please do not ever leave me, or I will die. I can no longer miss you”
I stopped kissing, while still holding her hand in mine, sent my other hand behind her neck, rubbing her all the way, and looker at her eyes, all simultaneously. She was crying. It was nothing I did. It was her desperation and extreme lust for what I provided her. Yeah, she must be missing me from now onward, whenever I am not with her.
“Oh please do not cry, my darling” I made a sad face and wiped her tears with my left hand, with my right hand still holding her left hand. I was passionately massaging her hand, and squeezed her cheek for a while, but I made sure that does not hurt. She smiled among her tears.
“Listen to me carefully, honey” I said as I took my face a little closer to hers.
“I have something to tell you but promise me that you will nit change your attitude on me. It is not about another woman, I promise.”
“No it is okay, qamaar. I am a woman of another man. It is okay even if you are a man of another woman. You do not have to marry me. Just please me always, like you have done today. What is that you wanna tell me?”
“You are nut just a random woman to me. If you are, I do nit have to care your tears” I wiped her tears again “and wipe them off of your milky-white piece of divinity, you call your face”
“Uhs!” She smiled showing her teeth. Time to tell it.
“Kareema, I love you!”
She did not look surprised much, but then a moment later, she was astonished.
“I…I do not understand, qamaar. I am a real bad woman. I sinned against my husband with a random man! Why do you say you love a woman like me…?
“…Kareema, do not talk like that. You almost ruined the situation” I interrupted her with a fake anger. She smiled again.
I was still looking at her eyes, the blue shining pieces of gems in front of me. With my left hand, I rubbed her down to her boob, and grabbed it once, while my right hand, uncovered her entire left hand up to her left shoulder, simultaneously. She looked at my right hand when I grabbed her. I released it again, and she looked at me again.
“Why was that? If you are not interested right now, let us get some sleep” I said kindly.
“No, not that, qamaar. I am pretty much interested. I am burning in your fire of lust” her voice had turned very lustful. It was like a whisper.
“I hope this journey will soon end. I will take you somewhere you can please me as long as you wish…even the whole night, or the whole day tomorrow, or if you wish, even longer as long as you want to” she was so anxious. So was I. This is the 1st sexual experience in my life. I was mad to know how she looks like to her birth-suit.
“Oh that is good to know, kareema. I was so afraid that I would fail this and would have to spend the whole night somewhere totally hostile to me. Thank you” I palmed her face with my right hand. She did not hesitate to kiss it once. Then, she held it with both her hands, pressed it against her neck and rubbed its palm against her neck, keeping her eyes closed and moving her neck. Wow, what a sight!
It was dark, cold and alone all around. I could not wait any longer.
I hugged her at once, with my both hands around her body. My left palm was on her left shoulder, massaging it and the right palm was on her ass, groping it. I hid my face like into her neck and started working my mouth on her neck.
“Qamaar…oh god! You have lost your mind!” She hugged my head and her fingers were going all through my hair. I heard her smiling. She was pulling my hair. I worked my mouth down to the upper tip of her breast and I started unbuttoning her using my left hand, while my right hand was working all over her body, wherever possible. I missed her pussy on purpose because if that causes her to cum, I will be in damn trouble. So far I had figured out that she does not get climaxes that easy.
I do not know why but somehow she never objected what I was doing. I unbuttoned her dress a few times and exposed her cleavage. I pressed my face against it and worked my nose and mouth on it. I heard her smiling and moaning. I felt her breast lifting a bit upwards. She must be doing it by pressing her head against the shutter.
Then I moved my mouth back to hers and started French kissing her again. While that, I lifted her bra and exposed her right breast. I played with her breast and nipple, using my left hand, still sucking her mouth dry.
Then, I left her mouth and asked her “honey, you like it?”
“Oh yeah, darling” then I started working my mouth on her exposed boob, while I exposed the other with my left had and started working my hand on it. I was still careful not to make much sound, but I felt her leaving one hand off of me and tightening it against her mouth, to keep her moans from going too loud. It was not doing much good so she used both her hands to cover her mouth. I imagined her eyes also deep shut. I kept eating her boob like nothing.
Suddenly, took away my head, and looked into my eyes.
“Sorry qamaar, but I am about to cum”
“Damn!” I pulled out a larger than before bottle, and she put it inside her dress to press its mouth into her vagina.
“Ready, kareema?”
“Yeah…” I started eating her boob again. I could never make it milk, though. Probably because she was not pregnant.
I felt her body shivering a few times, signifying that she came into the bottle. As I was partially-circumcised as a child, my penis-top was not that sensitive so I was not reaching climax that easily anyway. I could never enjoy masturbation, as my cock hardens within seconds but has to be worked our all night long in order to cum out in the morning. It was not very long though, maybe about 8 inches when fully erected.
I tasted and ate her down to her pussy, unbuttoning all the way. I alternatively tasted each of her boobs, nipples and felt them with my hand too. My other hand was working all over her ass, thighs and even her waist.
I tasted her all the way to her pussy, asking her to button the upper part back. Then, I tried to push her panty down with my left hand. She held my hand. I looked up.
“Qamaar, what are you gonna do? Are you sure about this?”
“Do not worry honey. I will not hurt you”
“Qamaar, but…” That was all. She pushed her both hands against her mouth again. She was struggling to keep her moans hidden as I was busy sucking the hell outta her pussy, after removing the bottle. It was almost full when removed and I drank away much of her juices, shooting through my throat.
” Oh god! Finally…” She said in a tone of satisfaction. I kept tasting her pussy. Never thought I can do this good in my 1st sex. My hands were feeling her thighs. She had stopped cumming, but I was still sucking for more juice.
“Qamaar….qamaar, that seems enough” she said. I stopped, covered her pussy, buttoned her dress and sat on the seat, looking into her eyes.
“I am sorry to bother you darling. But you were sucking it all dry. I so badly want you inside me tonight, and if you suck it dry, you will miss it” she said with a naughty smile. I smiled back.
“Ok then” I palmed her face again. I must feel her loved.
We kissed each others lips till the crew started getting on again. Once the bus departed, I groped her boobs, ass and thighs stealthily so others would nit notice anything strange going on between us.
“Qamaar, my bad boy” she said a few times.
Later, we got off at where she was supposed to. It was almost midnight.
Ok guys. End of the 2nd part. Expect the 3rd as well. Bye!
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