Kareema, My Ex-Love Next Door – Part 3

I am Qamaar again. Enjoy the next part of my story….

It was almost midnight when we were getting off, and so dark around as well. When the conductor announced where the place was, I took both her hands and slightly pushed her towards the exit, as she was walking towards it. As we were getting off, I kissed her ear, cheek, neck and kept rubbing her uncovered left hand with the same hand of mine.

“Qamaar, what are you doing?” she asked me in a naughty voice.

As soon as we got off the but, it flew away leaving us in the bus stop. I slowly covered her uncovered hand. She looked at me surprised.

“Qamaar, that was not what you were supposed to do…qamaar!…wait!…you bastard!”

She was laughing as I put the fingers of my left hand through those of her right hand, and vice versa, pushed her into the bus stand, pressed her against the stand, pressed her hands against it lightly, and we started kissing each others lips as I was rubbing her hands against the wall, upwards and slowly, we holding each others hands. When I was holding her hands and moving them that was, she never bothered to object me. Our eyes were closed but I felt on my lips that she was smiling.

We were not just kissing but plying on each others mouths, with me holding her lower lip with my lips, pulling myself back till it went off, kissing her again, doing the same with her upper-lip, kissing again, cleaning inside her mouth with my tongue, we both rubbing our tongues against each other, pushing them against that each other, biting her lower lip lightly, pulling it back till it went off, same with her upper lip, sucking the hell outta her whole mouth with it inside mine, sucking her tongue with my lips inside her mouth, while she was sucking my mouth at the same time, holding her mouth with my lips and pulling back till they went off…whatever came into my mind and she supported me well in all of them.

Alternatively, I pushed her hands all the way upwards until they stretched at its possible best. I put the fingers of my right hand through the fingers of her both hands, with her right hand behind her left, and held both her hands in position. She was about 2 inches shorter to me, so when her hands were fully stretched, my hand was bent only slightly. But that was not all. since my left hand was now free, I rubbed her right hand down to her shoulder, exposing it again, rubbed her shoulder, squeezed her cheek, rubbed her neck down while I left her mouth, and whispered into her left ear,

“Honey, put your right leg behind my back and rub me with your calf” I started kissing her ear.

“Mh! okay, my life, you finally asked for something” I heard her smiling for once. She did what I said.

I kept kissing as if it was another mouth, not an ear. Then I pressed my mouth against her neck, frequently rubbed my mouth against her skin while pressing my mouth harder against her. She had started moaning and rubbing my back.

Still tasting her neck-skin, I rubbed my left hand down to her right boob and started groping it in a way it was pushed upwards, rubbing my right thumb finger against her left palm, still holding her hands stretched and rubbing the outer-side of her right palm with my other 4 fingers. I alternatively groped each of her boobs that way, while I felt that each time I did that, she slightly lifted herself upwards from ground, which made her neck-skin rub against my lips, and whispered a moan like “aah!”. Damn! where did she learn that from? We were no longer having real sex, but more like performing a free-porn. Hoped nobody is video-recording us. If someone was, we could have made him rich.

Then, she put down the leg which was rubbing me and started doing that with the other leg. Must be because the leg muscles started aching. I did not say anything. I tasted down to her cleavage, unbuttoning her. Then, I kept feeling her boobs through her bra, while exposing her left hand down to her shoulder with my other hand, and jerking my already erected cock into her vaginal area.

This time, I also felt something different. She has improved. Her bare foot was rubbing against me, unlike last time, because then it was her foot with her slipper which was rubbing against me. Damn! This was much better than the last time, really. What makes a man feel more comfortable than a live woman? Nothing!

while she was rubbing her left leg against me, she also started rubbing my back of neck with her right hand which was totally freed by now, and once I finished rubbing her left hand down to her shoulder, she joined that hand in action with the other. what I was doing was, while I was tasting her cleavage, I rubbed her left hand using my right one, as said above, then with my both hands, I kept massaging her boobs like I was doing before for a while. Then, at once, I lifted her bra over her boobs, exposed her both boobs at once, pressed my mouth against the right, took hold of the left by my right hand, and with my left hand, I started groping her ass-cheeks.

“Oh god! there you go again!” she said, or more like, whispered.

Now this was happening. Me tasting her right boob, my right hand crushing her left boob, my left hand feeling her left ass-cheek, left thigh, left waist and lower-back alternatively. Her hands on my shoulders and around my neck, massaging the back of my neck, and both her legs off me. I was not just doing that, I was changing my body parts alternatively as well.

At the same moment, my left hand went to her right boob, mouth to her left boob, right hand to her left ass-cheek, thigh, waist and lower-back. That way I alternatively pleased her. She was moaning all the way. She had no idea that she was half naked and in a very exposed environment.

After sometime, I put my face back towards hers, while holding her hands with my opposite hands, setting my fingers through hers, us both holding hands of each other, smiling at each other in pleasure. As I took my face very close to hers, she closed her eyes, and I kissed her for a while.

When I finished, she looked at my eyes. Still holding her hands, I turned her towards the other side, leaving her fingers on her hands, moving my palms on them, and holding them again, when she turned completely. She moaned for once “ah!”

Then, I left her for a while to take over my shirt. She turned her head and looked at me, smiled and tried to remove her hijab. I stopped her.

“Why Qamaar?”

“Remove it, let loose your hair, and put it back on as it is now. Then you look hotter than you can ever imagine”

“Mh…ok qamaar” she smiled and did exactly as I said. Wow!

I turned her back to me. She looked at my muscular and built upper body, with astonishment.

“Oh no! You are so muscular!…” I held her hands again, like I did earlier, pressed her against the wall, and took my eyes closer to hers. She did not smile. She just looked astonished with her mouth open.

“What is wrong? Do I scare you? I do not think so. Do not be scared honey” I said as I rubbed my fingernails of my right hand from her temple down her cheek, and then her neck. She looked at my right side, turned downwards while smiling, and with the smile, looked at me again.

“Do you want more?” I asked her and she nodded her head in agreement.

“Do you wanna touch me? Do it, honey” I asked her. She happily started exploring my chest, collar muscles, shoulders, arms, forearms, lat muscles, 6-packs…as far as her hands stretched. Her eyes were blooming in pleasure, but I knew her heart was burning in lust.

She was no longer able to hold up. She held my neck, pushed me towards her, and we started kissing each other again, while I massaged her boobs, slid my hands to her shoulders, got hold of her abaya and pulled it off her body. She put down her hands to support me. I unbuttoned her abaya all the way down, kissing her the same way as well. I kissed her down to her ankles. “now, come outta your dress, kareema. I wanna keep this on the bench”

There was an astonishing factor about her cleavage. There was no gap between her boobs! They were completely separate from each other but they were pressed against each other in the middle and there was no gap between the two areas where they were attached to her body.

But she objected me. “Qamaar, you are supposed to throw it away, not put it on the bench, gently. That is what I see in porn”

“This is nothing pornographic. This is real life sex. Now let me take this away or I will stop touching you once and for all” I said, looking at her in a decisive manner. She agreed at once.

I bent her suit gently and put it on the bench, gently. She was trying to take off her bra. I held her hands.

“You are not supposed to do that, honey. Let me do that. You can remove my trouser if you want but not your own dress. Agreed?” I said, as I got closer to her, taking my lips towards hers. She shut her eyes, ready for another kiss. We starts kissing each other, while randomly rubbing.

During that, I slid my hands behind her and unhooked her bra. She helped me remove it off her. I put that on her abaya. Now I was having a good view of her boobs for the 1st time.

They were somewhat big, but not too big. As I stated earlier, surely one hand of me is never enough for one boob of hers. While I was feeling them, she bent down, pushing down my pants. Then I took them off my legs and put on her abaya. Now we were both standing with out shoes and underwear only.

“Mh! Now what?” She asked me. I held her shoulders, pressed her against myself, took my eyes really close to hers and said,

“now witness my lust!” Then I started tasting her all the way down to her pussy, while pressing her hands against her own back. I did not much strength as I never wanted her to feel assaulted but she never tries against it either. She must be loving to be overpowered like that.

She was moaning all the way. I pushed down her panty and looked at her shaven, rose colored, beautiful pussy.

“Wow!” I kissed it once. “how beautiful your pussy is! Like a rose” I started tasting it.

“M…m-th-h…” I knew she was pressing her hands against her mouth to silence her screams, as I kept drinking her juice. She came right into my mouth. Since she had sex once a month, her pussy was not looking small and tight but I thought it might be small for me.

I tasted it with my mouth, and felt it with my right hand, alternatively while feeling her right thigh with my left hand. I knew she was about to lose her mind.

“Oh god…oh no…qamaar! I cannot keep standing anymore!” She pleaded as she came again and again into my mouth. When she stopped cumming, she lifelessly bent down to the earth.

I lifted her, laid her on the bench and widened her legs a little.

“You so badly want me inside, right honey?” She nodded her head, but no longer smiling. She seemed lifeless.

I positioned her, where her pussy is a little off the edge of the bench and her feet were on the ground. Then I lifted her legs upwards, moving her knees towards her head.

“Now hold them in position, sweetie, and widen your pussy as much as you can. Allow the big daddy into the party”

She was holding her legs like that, with her elbows above her knees. I put my hands on her hands, my fingers through hers, and held her hands, so her legs would not get freed.

“Ready?”

“Yes, qamaar” then I starts entering her. Wow! It slid in easily. She moaned once.

I repeated it, and kept increasing my pace. Every time I rammed, she moaned. But she could not cover her mouth as I was holding her hands.

While ramming her, I laid on her, put left hand around her neck to press her against my body, and with my right hand I covered her mouth, tightly closing it.

I pressed my face against her neck and started tasting it again. She pushed my head, holding it with both her hands, so hard that I could hardly breath. I increased my pace at my best. I felt her breath hit hard against my palm, every time I rammed her.

Finally, with a few hard but nit fast strokes, I deposited all my current earnings in her bank! I felt like the world around me was blurring in front of me…I felt my penis-tip was hurt. It was blackening all around. I tries to stand, but as I straightened my spine, “dhuk!” I was back on top of her. She moaned once. Feeling her soft boobs against my cheek, and my penis now softened and off her pussy, I stayed there and she never bothered. I felt her fingers going through my hair, as I said,

“Thank you qamaar…”

“Oh I wanna sleep” I closed my eyes. I heard a light chuckle outta her mouth…

End of the 3rd part. Look forward for the 4th. Bye!