Kareema, My Ex-Love Next Door – Part 1

Hi I am Gamaar. This is my 1st story. Enjoy.

As a modern young Buddhist, I always fantasized about having sex with religious woman. It was not some sort of a religious hatred towards them, but sympathy, and love, because I knew that most of their own men never knew how to make them enough satisfied. Also, due to the extreme cultural level they follow, which prohibits them being with males at all costs, must be making them pretty much sexually obsessed. So, i was always looking for opportunity to satisfy myself, while making them eternal love-partners of me…at least till we can come together.

Here comes the story.

On the next-door neighborhood, there was a newly-built house with none living in. recently, a Muslim family, a newly-married one with no kids, came to the house. as they were not so fundamental practitioners of their religion, she did not cover her face, but her hair. among her veil, I saw a face which is one of the most beautiful and stunning in my life. It did not burn me inside, but made me feel comfort, but sad because there was no way i can own her. I was sad, but never angry. I never fantasized about raping her. I wanted to sleep with her and make her happy.

As I stated earlier, I know how she looks like and she did not intend to get to know the male neighbors around their house so I never tried to talk to her. But i knew I had to make sure one thing; that her hubby is not good enough for her in bed. So i decided to sneak around and peep into her house to check their sexual ctivities. For that, I had to choose a day when her hubby is at home. He was working farther so he was home only about once a month or so.

On such a day, I made my move. As soon as he was home, I was sneaking around for an opportunity to peep inside. The problem was, though he met her only once a month, he was not much interested in sex so it was not as immediate as he came home.

That night, I was it. Eww…he was awfully lazy in it. Just laid on her, groped around for a while, and penetrated about 10 times or so, and down right back to sleep. I saw in her face that she did not enjoy it enough anyway.

He left the day after tomorrow. I wanted to make my move soon. I was almost burning, after what I saw that night.

She was going to shop that evening. I followed her to the shop. I saw something unusual. For some reason, she did not enter the shop and instead, stopped a long-distance bus and got on. I was not expecting this but I also got on. No matter what.

It was fully crowded. Also, to add upto her trouble, there was a queue to enter the same bus. I joined right behind her. We entered the bus, pressed against each other. I saw in her eyes that my press some sort of irritated her but neither of us had a choice.

She pressed herself through the crowd to the middle section and I also followed all the way. she stopped right in the middle and I was right behind her.

She bought her ticket to a stop about 140 km away. Where is she going? Why? I also, without showing any guilt, bought a ticket to a station about 1 km away to hers. With her, i was going to an area which was whole new to me and I had no idea how to deal with any trouble coming on my way. I was crazy.

As I was pressed against her and she had no space to move, I was starting to feel a reality I was not expecting to. She had worn a so thin hijab that I was feeling her bra and panty! Her lovely face, slender body with stunningly round and big boobs, well-shaped hip and soft, curvy ass which was pressing against my cock, made me so horny that I was desperately looking for a turn.

She was not looking like she was enjoying it. But, I did something to make sure. I leaned a bit backward so our touch was no longer. She looked at my eyes, looked back, and I felt that she was slowly resisting herself against me again! Pretty sure this horny-bag was feeling well about my muscular chest and already hardened cock.

I confidently pressed myself against her again. I saw a little smile appearing in her face, and back to the bored mood. Then I started acting professional. I was completely new to this bus-jerking thing but I did it.

It was just afternoon but in this rainy season, it was already dark around. I was sure nobody could see what I was doing. So I put my right hand between our bodies and rubbed against my shirt with its palm so the other side of my hand was rubbing against her upper back. She never looked back, but lowered her head a bit. Green light!

Then I confidently rubbed my hand like the same way against her lower back, then down to her ass, and grabbed one of ass-cheeks. She gasped “ah!” then silent again. I put my head on her left shoulder and took mouth near her ear, covered by hijab. I kissed it, through hijab. She looked at my eyes and smiled passionately. Her eyes were asking for more.

The bus was so fast that I had to hold a bar with my left hand to keep in position, while my other hand was exploring from her upper back to her ass, through her hijab, rubbing, grabbing and leaving, groping, soft-pinching, finger-drawing, light-scratching, fingertip-pressing…whatever I could imagine. Whenever I scratched her, she had a sparky sudden movement and “uss-uh!” outta her mouth.

While doing that, I talked to her “hey, how is it?”

“Doing good” she smiled. I light-slapped on her ass-cheek.

“Ouch!” she said, smiling with much of her teeth out. wow! that were a set of teeth, made for blowjobs. “that did not hurt, did it?”

“No” she whispered. I repeatedly slapped her ass-cheeks, alternatively. She was smiling even more passionately.

“Who are you?” She asked, pleasantly. I was groping her ass. I started rubbing my fingers against her ass-hole. “uh! That is a little too much!” She said.

“I’m qamaar. Your neighbor next door.”

“Oh god!” She face-palmed with her left hand. I stopped at once. It was not a good time to continue.

I held her shoulder for a while and loosened my grip, asking her “why? What is wrong? What happened? Are you all right?” I was somewhat scared, really.

“No it is okay” she said, now almost okay. “please do not tell my husband about this, brother. Please. I will do whatever you say”

Brother? What was that? I knew why! I have a beard, which looks like that of a usual Muslim. She must have mistaken me as one.

“No no, I am not a Muslim. Heh” I tries to laugh. Then she too smiled.

“Thank god. I am safe. Oh! Did just called you ‘brother’? Hell yeah I did!” She smiled even wider. She was looking super hot right then. But I was only massaging her shoulder and collar muscle, not groping her.

She looked at my hand and said “your hands are superb. Your touch is divine. Wow! I just cannot believe this is happening”

Right then, the two people seated there in front of her, stood to get off. So, she was seated on the seat close to the shutter, and I sat on the other one, by that seat, purposely pressing myself against her but not tightly. She was Still looking happy.

I put my left hand over both of her shoulders, as she was seated by my left side. She never even tried to touch me. She only wanted me to touch her. That was all. I squeezed her a little between my body and my hand and pressed her against the side of the bus with my body. She smiled shyly with her teeth covered.

I whispered into her ear. “can you take off the head-cover? So that we can communicate much easier” she agreed happily. I whispered again, feeling her body through her dress, with right hand, as far as it stretched, and with my left hand, holding her pressed to my body and caressing her shoulder and collar muscle

I whispered again “do not worry. It is too dark around. Every seated is asleep. We can do whatever we want. Are you ready?” She nodded her head. Right then, I put my mouth on her ear, and started playing with it using my lips, tongue and teeth, kissing, licking, lip-biting and even lightly biting it. Sometime later, I moved to that side of her neck and started doing them to her neck as well.

With my left hand, I massaged her down to her left boob and started playing with it, grabbing, groping, fondling, squeezing, kneading it like I was doing with her ass-cheeks. I felt her hardened nipple, and played with it, pinching, rounding, pressing, pulling, and searching on it. She whispered “uh-ss! I…cannot believe…this is h…happening! I h…have never felt…like this…s oh god!” She bit her lower lip and tightly shut her eyes to control herself from moaning.

At the same time, with my right hand, I started to rub her pussy. Still, I was feeling her only through her dress, not under it. I felt her clit, and I played with it, like I was playing with her nipple. She shut her eyes even harder, and violently moved her head here and there. Her jaws were right shut, and lips widened, exposing all her nice teeth. I saw little tear appearing in her eyes, but they were of pleasure. She was struggling to say it.

“Oh go…d! I cannot hold it…I am gonna die…oh please no…I am gonna do it…”

I knew she was gonna cum. Her dress was so thin. If she cums, every time would be exposed. What shall I do?

Since this was a long-distance bus, there were filled water bottles for passengers. Some were empty. I took one of them and gave her “you know what to do, right?” She nodded.

“Good. Do it soon, sweetie”

She immediately opened the bottle and put it in her dress. I felt its mouth fitting into her pussy, but i doubted if it can really perfectly fit to her pussy. If some of her juice is dripped, we are finished. This is not a secular area so people take these cases very seriously.

Fortunately, it worked well. I felt her body shivering as she filled the bottle.

“Finished?” I whispered. She nodded her head and gave me the bottle. I started drinking it all and she was astonished. I stopped for a while.

“Why my darling?”

She wanted to talk but now almost dead of the long procedure and violent cumming, she was beyond tired.

“Gamaar. .. I wanna sleep” she fell on my lap and fell right asleep. I waited a while. If I touched her then, I would have ruined everything. I waited till I was sure she was deep asleep, and not a half of the journey was covered yet.

Once I was sure, I started my exploration again! I started French-kissing her lips, sucking her mouth and tongue and biting her lips and even licking her tongue and lips.

At the same time, I had my right hand slid into her hijab and into her bra as well to play with her boobs, the softest things I had ever touched in life! Simultaneously, my left hand rubbed all the way into her panty and now was fucking her pussy with my middle and ring finger together. As my hand was inside her suit, it was not heard to the outside. But, while still asleep, she was lightly moaning “Mmm….” So I covered her mouth with mine so her moans are nit heard to the outside.

As she was asleep she did not cum for that. But I repeated doing that at my most frequent and most violent pace. I kept doing that until my finger and wrist was aching.

By the time I stopped it, I had uncovered her left boob and playing with it and its nipple, licking, sucking, biting, pulling and all with my mouth, while feeling the other with my right hand. As my left hand started aching, I made her sit put my left hand outside, uncovered her right boob and started using mouth on it, while using my hand on the left one. I put my aching left-hand fingers in her mouth and used them on her tongue. She was asleep all the time.

After sometime, I started kissing her again, and started working my right hand on her pussy, like I did with left hand, except that she was now sitting. I kept kissing her mouth so her moans went unheard. I kept doing that till my right hand was also aching like the left. Then, I cleaned my hands, covered her, laid her upper body back on my lap and fell asleep, with my head on her boobs, my right cheek pressed against them…

Ok guys, that is the 1st part. I hope to publish something that happened between us outside the bus as well. Please comment, and send your opinion to

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