Hamida Is Back – Part 1 (Wedding Night Fucking)

Welcome to the sequel of “Testimony of Hameeda” series.

After all the incidents in that series, Hamida and Arav got married soon enough.

On their wedding day, Hamida was dressed up in a bridal saree and a bridal jacket, which was sleeveless, had a deep cleavage and low, thin back. Plus, her saree was dressed up on her, almost right below her jacket and much above her belly button.

She dressed up with that and covered her exposed upper body skin with an opaque, big cloth. She wasn’t allowed to put on any makeup either. She willingly shaved off all her unnecessary hair, though.

“Come on, Arav. Why am I supposed to dress like this? And no makeup? You could have just got me dressed up in a long-sleeved jacket.”

“You will know soon, my darling,” Arav said as he kissed her lightly on her lips and turned around to leave her dressing room.

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The wedding was mostly meeting people, for Hamida.

She noticed that Arav’s friends and male relatives of similar age were looking at her greedily, but they didn’t try to touch her. She smiled with the people she was introduced to but didn’t try to shake their hands. She still clung to some aspects of her religion, even though she wasn’t covering her hair for her wedding.

Finally, everything was over. The new couple was congratulated and as they went to their bedroom and Arav locked the door behind him, everyone else seemed to leave the building.

As soon as she was at the mirror, she started taking off all her jewellery. Arav stayed back and smiled.

“Want some help with that, honey?”

“It’s okay, Arav. I am finished now,” Hamida said, putting away the last piece of jewellery on her body.

Arav walked towards her. She was looking at his reflection on the mirror, as he closed in on her from her behind. Arav, stood behind her, pulled off her big clothing around her shoulders and threw it away.

He slowly hugged her from behind and repeatedly bit her now exposed skin. He was soon holding each of her hands in each of his, with his fingers through hers. He was very soft on her. She wasn’t resisting either.

“Mh..Arav, you horny bastard,” Hamida said, jokingly.

Arav kissed her, starting from her left shoulder, all the way to her neck and to her left ear. As she turned her face towards his, they started eating each other’s mouths like two hungry wolves.

Arav left her hands and started massaging the Muslim beauty’s boobs. Hamida started making sounds, rhythmically, still kissing him back.

“Mmh..mmmh!”

They were kissing each other with their entire bodies in the rhythm. Soon enough, he was sucking her mouth dry. He broke the kiss only after he felt that her mouth had run outta her saliva. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. She waited a few seconds before she started talking, in a sensual voice.

“Wow, Arav, you drank it all, didn’t you?” she asked as she rubbed his left palm with her right hand.

“Enough talking. Let’s get busy,” he said as he left her, turned her fully towards him and started unbuttoning her jacket.

He unbuttoned it, took it off her body, threw it away, unhooked her bra, took it off too and threw it away as well. Then he held her saree by its fold and pulled it away. She went round and round for a few rounds until the saree was completely off her body.

“Take that off,” he said, pointing his index finger at her panty as he started getting naked himself.

Soon enough, they both were butt naked. Arav came towards her as he went backward and backward and finally hit the wall.

Then he held her by her shoulders, hugged her into himself with his both arms tightly wrapped around her body and they started kissing each other’s mouths, crazily.

After eating her mouth for a while, he held her by her wrists, pinned her against the wall and started eating her left ear, the left side of her neck, her left collar muscle, all the way down to her left nipple, where he started eating her boob.

He was growling and she was moaning throughout the time.

After a while, she pulled his face back towards her mouth and started eating his mouth again as he started massaging her boobs.

After a while, he broke the kiss and started eating her left boob. He left her after a while, went to his trousers, pulled out his belt and went back to her.

Hamida felt a little scared, although she believed he would never hit her with a belt.

“Arav, yo-you’re..”

“..shh..shut up,” Arav said, getting closer to her.

“Turn around,” he commanded her. Hamida obeyed.

Still holding the belt in his right hand, he pulled her both arms together behind her back, placed her forearms against each other against her lower back and started tightening his belt around her both forearms.

“Arav, what are you gonna do?”

“Shut up. One more word from you and I will do to your mouth what I just did to your forearms,” Arav said as he locked up her arms like that and turned her back towards him.

“Lean against the wall,” Arav commanded, as she silently obeyed.

“Who am I kidding?” Arav said as he reached her again.

“You know what, screw this. Completely unnecessary,” Arav said as he released her.

Once she was completely free again, she stood up. By now, her nipples were erect and her vagina was dripping wet. His cock was ready too.

In a split second, Hamida pushed Arav to the bed.

“Uh..Wow,” Arav said in a surprised but happy voice.

She got on top of him and got to her position as she held his legs from here and there and changed him too.

He was lying on his back. His legs were slightly bent in knees and pulled on sides.

She got on top of him with the face to him so that one of his legs was between her legs. One of her hands was straight and stood on the actress and support was on it. The second one was bent in the elbow and was on his chest. He put his hands on her buttocks, to which she didn’t object.

“Wanna see me dominate you, Arav?” she asked, to which he nodded yes.

She started riding him. Soon enough, they were groaning like wolves and the bed was making sounds too.

“Grrr..rrh! Yes, baby..ride me harder..rrrh!”

“Rrh! Rrh!!” Hamida groaned as she rode him with increasing pace.

“Rrh..yeah baby, come for me,” suddenly Hamida said.

“You will have to ride faster for that.”

“I can’t. Here, hold my boobs and ride me faster,” Hamida said as he directed his hands away from her butt cheeks and to her boobs.

Arav, held each of her boobs in each of her hands, tightly. He held them by their based and as she also held his wrists tight, he started moving her up and down faster than she was previously riding him.

He did that until he came, and as he left her boobs and she felt his dick contracting in her pussy, she fell by his side. Her boobs had been marked in red due to his right grip on them. She was rubbing them.

“Hey,” Arav said as he got closer to her. “Sorry about your..stress balls, hon. Here, let me rub them,” he said as he started to rub them.

“Nah, it’s okay. They aren’t hurt. After all, I asked you to do that,” Hamida smiled as Arav pulled her into his tight embrace and kissed her forehead.

Soon enough, they both closed their eyes.

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A quick background of this story:

Hamida (not her real name), contacted me again sometime after I presented the Indian muslim sex stories of Hamida under series “Testimony of Hameeda” series and said that she had more to say about her past and her present.

Not only was I not expecting her to contact me again, but I also wasn’t expecting her to tell me anything sexual about her past that I didn’t know before either. This season is expected to be presented in the third person viewpoint, for convenience.

Also, those who have read the previous series i.e., “Testimony of Hameeda”, will notice that I have changed the names of Hamida’s husband and his brother. That was to avoid confusion.

These incidents involve people from multiple cultures so it is important to make their difference apparent even with the changed names used in my narration.

After all, none of the names used here are their real names so it doesn’t make a difference at the end of the day.