Slept With A Muslim Girl Part 3(Fucking Her Ass)

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I gave her the Zara denim shorts and the crop top I got when she came out of the bathroom. She kissed and said thank you and that is very sweet. She wore it and she looked like a chick. The crop top was a little short for her, but she managed to wear it.

I told her we’ll roam around Mysore and go to a pub in the evening. I dressed and we left our rooms. Everyone on the road stared at her. It was the first time in her life that the public gave her attention. Everyone would always pass-by her in Bangalore when she wore the niqab. Her Zara got her attention and she walked boldly by holding my arms.

She had told me she wanted to booze. So I took her to a pub where we eat and boozed till night. We both were drunk and Fathima was not even in her senses, I carried her and we reached our room in a cab. I made her sleep on the bed. She was still not in her senses due to vodka. I was partially in my senses and was tired so I slept on the bed beside her.

I got up in the morning and woke her up. She hugged me and said, “Thank you, you licked me, fucked me and made me booze. I cannot forget you. I want you to fuck me every day.” She talked continuously like a chatterbox next to me. My dick was hard and I stripped my pant and wanted to fuck her boobs. I got up and removed her top, and pushed her on the bed.

I sat on her stomach and put my dick between her boobs. She smiled and rubbed her boobs over my dick up and down. I was very heavy, she asked me to sleep. I laid down and she slept on top of me and adjusted herself and took my dick in the center of her two boobs. I was happy now; she pressed her two boobs so much that they touched each other over my cock.

She rubbed up and down and I was harder than ever. She was tired and she wanted me to fuck her, but I told please I want to cum on your boobs. She also understood my needs and began to stroke harder. We changed position and sat on the edge of the bed. She sat on her knees on the floor and placed her boobs and chest in between my cocks and rubbed over.

She also kissed my dick head, with her tongue. She rubbed over a thousand times and she was sweating very hard. I finally exploded and stood up and she showed her boobs, and I cummed on it later she showed her face and I cummed on her eyes, nose, and cheeks. She was aroused and she swallowed my dick and licked all my sperm and ate it.

I was not hard now. She wanted me to fuck her hole. I lifted her up and stripped the denim shorts and licked her pussy hard. I got aroused by this and my cock stood up. I asked her which position, she asked me to sleep and she sat on my cock and faced her back towards me. She stroked very hardly and I gripped her hips.

After a few strokes, she stopped humping and drilled herself very deep by pressing my lower stomach down with her butt. She sat and rotated her vagina walls around my dick, where she finally cummed and my cock was submerged in her syrup. She slept over my back, my cock still lay inside her submerged in her syrup.

Now I adjusted her and held her waist and my other hand grabbed her boobs and now I lifted my bum up an down and entered her from behind. (Double-Decker position). She was moaning. I began to thrust her with a lot of energy, this time we both came at the same time. I exploded inside her and my foreskin was submerged in her cum again.

We rolled and slept beside each other. I wrapped her around with my hands and hugged her strongly. She hugged me back near my waist and slept on my arms. I locked her legs between mine and slept there for some time. She was very cold now. She hugged me hard and felt warm and asked me to place my finger inside her hole and keep it still inside her.

We took a short nap and got up and saw that it was Tuesday and the time was 11 am. We were happy and had satisfied all our desires in the past 24 hours. We rolled over the bed with excitement and also smooched while we rolled. She got up and took a shower and I dressed and got ready. She came out and wore the clothes she had got.

She later wore her niqab and covered her face with the veil. She packed the dress I gifted her and also packed the condom I had used. I asked why this, she told we don’t know when we’ll meet again. I will masturbate wearing this on my finger. I lifted her veil and planted a strong kiss and then dropped it down.

We checked out and left to Bangalore. On the way she told me that I missed one thing, I asked: “What is it?” She replied, “You didn’t fuck me in my ass.” I told her that it is very painful and said no. She was not satisfied and told me to fuck her in the asshole before we reached Bangalore otherwise she will not talk to her. I said I can’t and don’t talk to me and sat next to her.

The bus stopped for lunch in a hotel on the way. We got down and she went to the ladies washroom. I waited for her to come back and suddenly my phone rang, it was Fathima and she told me to come inside the ladies washroom and said nobody is here. I said no but I had to go. I went inside and she called me inside a toilet room and locked the room.

She was very desperate to have my dick in her asshole. She leaned forward and lifted her niqab up and slightly pulled her leggings down and revealed her asshole to me. I had no choice and I too was hard and I pulled my pant down and squeezed my cock in her hole. She screamed with pain and I was also suffering.

I withdrew once and she said last time, so I again put it inside her ass hole. I gave a few strokes and pulled back and she was suffering in pain. I consoled her. She asked me to fuck her one last time and she never knew when we could meet again. I said no but I got hard by looking at her pussy. She bent again and I stroked her inside her pussy and she moaned.

Many ladies had come and gone while we were fucking. They heard us and scolded us at the door, and went out. We both didn’t care about them, and we continued to fuck. She held her niqab with her hands and leaned forward, I pumped her from behind and we finally cummed. I was very tired and I slept over her back with my dick inside her.

I felt her boobs one last time over her niqab and then we got up. She dressed back and when I was pulling my pant up. She bent down suddenly, lifted her veil and licked my dick once again and swallowed all the sperm which was on my foreskin. She had it in her mouth and she went out first. She signaled me when nobody was near the entrance of the girl’s toilet, and I ran out.

Our bus was about to leave by the time we came. I quickly bought some chocolates, cakes, and chips and boarded the bus. She still had my sperm till we reached Bangalore. She didn’t eat anything that I had got but sipped my cum constantly like a candy inside her mouth. We reached Bangalore around 4 pm just as planned.

She went to her college by cab and she got down and went to the other gate. Her father came later and picked her up. She texted me saying everything is fine and asked me to go home. From then on we fucked for almost three years in every city close to Bangalore and also convinced her and fucked her in my room in Bangalore.

When we had sex, we used different elements as we fucked with a silk chocolate, pani-puri and also with chilly-chicken. It was really wild and arousing when we used the above things and fucked like animals. She was also the only woman with whom I tried all the positions and was very happy about it.

She was the woman who taught me wild things and also the one who gave a blow-job like a professional. She got married and has a kid now. I knew her husband was great in bed by looking at her smile or rather she made it interesting with him. We do text sometimes.

When we text we both still had the urge to fuck but we killed our thoughts. I felt it is bad for her since she was married and also a mother. The last time I fucked her for the last time just a day before her marriage, that was the best part of our ‘just-sex relationship’. I took permission from her that day about writing this story here and she asked me to write by changing her name.

We usually find Muslim girls less social. But trust me, talk to a Muslim girl next time, it could be your colleague, classmate or a girl in your bus with a niqab over their body. You’ll definitely change your perception about them. Their body is a beautiful monument with a beautiful soul hidden in a black cloth.

I found this out when I spent my 24 hours with her in Mysore. We had an amazing time after that until she married. So next time you pass-by a niqab girl, see them just like another girl and smile, their soul will brighten and bloom like a flower. After my time with Fathima, I smiled at every niqab gir I met on the road.

I got addicted to niqab, since then and I am still in search of a perfect niqab body just like Fathima. If you want to ask me anything or discuss, please don’t hesitate to mail me on this address and will maintain the privacy.

I also request you to give me feedback on this story, if you find me wrong about some things, please mail me. I want to write more about my sexual encounters with her because we had a great time together and did a lot of wild things on the bed. I also want you to have fun like me and my friend Fathima.

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