Ever since I was young I always wanted to take a trip to Saudi Arabia. The middle-east always fascinated me. I took a plane to Saudi and met my tour guide at the airport. I had no prior knowledge of who my tour guide was to be but my expectations were of a man with considerable knowledge of the land. As I walked out of the plane I saw one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen. She wore a black jilbab with a black hijab and black sunglasses. She had fair skin and nice lips. To my luck she happened to be holding up a sign with my name on it.

I went up to her and said, “I think you’re my tour guide Ms...?”

“Ali, but you can call me Fatima.”

The voice of a goddess, I could tell that this trip was going to be a great one. She told me to follow her so that I could claim my baggage. As she walked ahead of me I couldn’t help but look at her ass. Each step she took her big ass would move left and right, I was hypnotized. While I was claiming my luggage I couldn’t help but look at her from afar again. She accidentally dropped her purse and bent down to pick it up. Her ass stook out and again I was hypnotized. I could feel my cock starting to move in my pants and had to look away just to refrain myself from having an erection in the middle of the airport.

We finally left the airport and took a taxi to the train station since where we had to go was far from the airport. As we sat in the taxi I asked her, “So Fatima, are you married?”

“Haha no I couldn’t possibly have a husband with this type of career. I meet many men as a travel agent and a Muslim husband would become very paranoid because of that. But I love my job, I get to travel all over this beautiful country and meet many interesting people.” She said with a smile. As she said the last part I could’ve sworn that she looked at my crotch. She was a very sexy woman, especially with that hijab on. I thought to myself hopefully I’ll be able to fuck her tight cunt and ass tonight with her hijab still on.

We arrived at the train station and found a room in the train for just us two. There were two couches looking at one another and a window to see outside. We sat opposite of each other and began to talk some more on where we’re going and what we’re going to see on this trip. She finally took off her sunglasses and I saw the most beautiful green arabian eyes I’d ever laid eyes on.

She then asked me, “Are you married? Girlfriend?”

“No” I responded, “not at the moment.”

“A guy looking like you I would expect to have a girlfriend at least.” She said with a smile. I could tell she was flirting. After a few more minutes of talking she started reading a book. I looked up to see what she was reading and to my surprise it said Kama Sutra which is basically the book of sex. This hijabi must’ve been one horny babe for reading a book about sex and all the different positions you can do. Soon I fell asl**p dreaming of her and her sexy hijab and eyes. While I was sl**ping I felt really good and it felt like someone was sucking my dick. I awoke to realize that that feeling was real and looked down to see Fatima sucking my dick!

I freaked out and said, “Fatima! What are you doing?”

She stopped sucking and looked up and said, “I couldn’t help but notice you had a hard on from your dream and I couldn’t resist.” She began sucking again.

I looked down to see a hijabi head moving up and down over my giant hard cock. I could feel this hijabi’s warm wet mouth as she took in my shaft through her mouth and flickered her tongue all around my shaft as it went in her mouth even more. I grabbed her hijab and moved her head with it. She was slobbering all over my hard dick and I could see that she was really enjoying it because one of her hands was on my shaft while the other was rubbing her cunt over her black thong. She still had her jilbab on but it was pushed up so she could rub her vagina hard. As she kept sucking my dick it felt so good that I felt like I was about to pop inside her mouth but I didn’t want to waste the juice in her mouth so I told her to stop. She looked up at me from her knees with those beautiful green eyes and said, “fuck me!”

I immediately stood up and picked her up. Turned her around and lifted up her jilbab. Her hands were on the couch for support while her ass stuck out. I positioned my cock behind her wet vagina but she couldn’t wait and stepped back to squeez my giant hard cock into her. She gave out a loud moan of pleasure and I began to thrust into her. I put one hand on her hijab and squeezed her breast with the other. As I thrusted she moaned louder and began to match my rhythm so she could get all of my hard shaft in her wet pussy. She began to have her first orgasm and moaned louder with pleasure. Soon I began to pump her with my cum and it overfilled her vagina. Her jilbab began to become wet because of all the cum she accumulated from her orgasm and because of my cum. We stayed in that position in ecstasy for awhile with my dick still inside her dripping pussy.

She took my shaft out of her turned around and went on her knees. She looked up again with her wet jilbab and hijab and said, “I want to swallow your cum!” She began to suck my shaft again. I put my hands on her hijab to move her head as she sucked my cock. She moaned and enjoyed my cock as she sucked and slobbered all over it. Her technique was perfect with her tongue flickering on my shaft as she sucked. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and pumped my cum into her mouth. She took it all in her mouth but there was so much that it overfilled her mouth and started coming out of her mouth. It stained her hijab and made it all wet. Her Hijab and Jilbab was completely soaked in her cum and mine. I started to put my dick in my pants but she said, “Wait!”

She moved in and licked my dick clean of the cum and she closed her eyes in satisfaction. She kept wiping off the cum with her finger from her face and hijab and sucked her finger and closed her eyes until there was none left. She looked up to me totally soaked in cum and said with a smile, “This is going to be an amazing trip.”

A MOM-SON EGYPTIAN AFFAIR

Fatima is an Egyptian Muslim married mother in her thirties, She is a buxom woman, lived in 6th of October City, in Giza, Egypt. She was originally from Fayyom. Her face features are pure Egyptian, like ancient Egyptian queens, women, and naked Pharoahnic dancers. Beautiful like Nagwa Fouad, and Sohair Zaky, the famous belly dancers. Her vulva is very delicious and honey-sweet like none of European or American women can do.

Her husband Hussein is alive and they had three c***dren, their elder son Ahmad is in the final year of secondary school. She was always and still very beautiful in Ahmad's eyes. And he always loved to take his mother in holidays and went to Masbeero street (Corniche el Nil, and in English Nile Corniche) in Cairo, and sat with her in front of the most beautiful River Nile and remembered the book Maqamaat el Seyooty (Maq?m?t al-Suy???) and the famous singer Mohammad Abdul-Wahab's songs about the River Nile like: El-Nahr El-Khaled (The Immortal River) and El-Neel Nagashy ( River Nile is an Abyssinian Emperor).

Fatima was always the most beautiful woman alive in her son's eyes. She is a Capricorn and he's a Virgo. And as he always wished to make love to her or her to seduce him. He knew she is a professional seductress. He noticed it with his father. But she was always very cold and modest with him never like she always was with her husband. And the young man wished too when he noticed the continuous admiration looks from the foreign tourists that passed in front of them at Maspeero st, toward his mother and he always wished to see his mother full naked between an European or American blonde guy's arms.

He always wished his mother Fatima to get fucked by a foreign Christian tourist! And to see her feed her foreign lover with the traditional Egyptian foods like Ful Medames (fava beans) with lemon, red pepper and linseed oil; Falafel; Tabeekh (cooked vegetables) such as Lobia (cowpeas), Fasolia (green beans, known as Fasolada in Greece), Besella (peas), Bamia (okra), Moussaka (Fried sliced eggplants with fried sliced green pepper and tomatoes sauce), Mulukhiyah (Jew's staff or mallow), and Mahshi Waraq el Enab (G****s leaves filled and stuffed with spiced and sauced rice, known in Turkey and Syria as Yaprak).

Now I wish you to share your imaginations with me and to tell me your opinion about Egyptian women, , Egyptian tits, Egyptian cunt and Egyptian beautiful faces of the Muhajjaba girls (girls who wear hijab). And to tell me what you wish to do with an Egyptian woman like this? If you are a tourist in Cairo and met an Egyptian peasant woman, an Egyptian woman in Tahrir Square or an Egyptian female govermental officer worked in Ministry of Finance in Lazoghly square, or Ministry of Justice, and she is very beautiful, her skin is white wheaty, her tits are beautiful delicious and juicy, and she's wearing her Melaya Laff and Tarha or her blouse and skirt?

How will you seduce her? And what are your imaginations and fantasies about her? And about her delicious Egyptian dishes: Kushari, Mahshi, and Mulukhiyah?

And what if you are in KSA? What about a beautiful Arabian Khaliji woman? With her famous Saudi dancing and her Saudi clothes? What about a woman or girl of the UAE also?

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Now I'll tell you our story:

"Well, uh, look, Mom...we're both adults. I think I can talk to you frankly, can't I?" I couldn't believe I was about to tell my mother Fatima I wanted to fuck her. She nodded her head and I went on. "You know, when I was a k**, I used to fantasize a lot about you." "Most young boys do, you know," she interjected. "Well, after awhile, it sort of melted into the background, but it was something I never forgot. When you came here, and I saw how beautiful you look, well, those fantasies came flooding back in my mind. Those pictures you saw were just a result of that fantasy. I guess most people think that i****t is wrong, but I really don't understand why." Mom was listening intently to me. She was a little shocked, a little flattered and a little turned on.

"Sweetheart," she answered me, "Now I'm going to be totally honest with you." She looked me straight in the eyes as she spoke. "I've always felt something special for you, my darling. It began when you were very young. I had many thoughts about touching you and letting you touch me. You know, your father and I didn't have a great sexual relationship and I guess I used to fantasize about you to relive those sexual tensions. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help think about it. I used to watch you as a young boy. I enjoyed seeing you naked, but I never let on. I swore to myself that I would never take out my sexual frustrations by using you....unless you showed me that you wanted to enjoy the sexual pleasures of your mother.

I told myself that if you ever came on to me, I would allow us to be together, but that I would never initiate the first move. Now you are an adult. A man. You can make your own decisions. I love you immensely, darling, and always have. The idea of making love with you has been in my mind for many, many years, though I have tried to surpress those feelings to no avail." I was totally floored by my Mother Fatima's speech. There was a moment of indecision and tenseness, then Mom put out her arms to me and I rushed to her, embracing her tightly.

We hugged. Mom ran her hands through my hair, pushed my head back, looked me straight in the eye and put her lips to mine. In that one moment, an eternity, our relationship changed forever. We were no longer just Mother and Son, but lovers. That first kiss was deep, heavy, passionate and so very fulfilling. "Oh, my baby Ahmad! My wonderful baby boy!" Mom sighed. "I love you so much, Mom," I cooed into her ear.

Our lips pressed hard against each other's as our tongues engaged. Wild thoughts flew through my brain as I kissed my mother Fatima as her lover, not her son. It seemed so natural. It certainly was incredibly erotic. Mom clutched my hand as we kissed and drew it to her right breast. I clasped her small, but tender breast in my hand, my fingers feeling for her nipple, which was hard and erect. She moaned as I squeezed her breast. She kept moaning to me, "My baby! My baby!" We sat by the computer for a bit, kissing, hugging, touching.

We looked so lovingly into one another's eyes. Nothing needed to be said. Mom stood up, took my hand and let me to the bedroom where we lay comfortably on the big, soft bed. We cuddled up closely, kissing again and again, soft moaning, oohing and ahhing coming from us both. I was hot, hard and wanting to fuck my mom in the worst way. She undid the bra of her bathing suit and there she was, her breasts exposed to me. They were gorgeous.

Her nipples were dark brown and very erect. I thought they were the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. I slipped my tongue around her nipple and began to suck gently on her tit, as I had done as a baby, not realizing the ultimate pleasure of such an act before now. Mom thrust her head back, closed her eyes and held my head in her hands as I sucked her nipples, one, then the other. I kissed her firm stomach and my body ached to touch her pussy. She arched her back up, lifting her ass as she did, telling me without words to slip off her panties. I obeyed and discovered my mother Fatima's wet, sexy cunt for the very first time. She had light brown hair around her pussy which tended to shadow her precious clit.

I was wearing only my bathing suit, but my cock was so hard, it ached against the restraint of the suit. I stood up and slipped off my trunks. Mom watched intently as I revealed my throbbing, hard cock to my mother. Once my cock was freed, Mom looked at me in awe. "Baby, I'm glad you weren't that big when you were just a boy...I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off you" she laughed as she sat up. "Lie back, my baby boy, and let your Momma tend to you." she nodded as she set me back against the bed, spreading my legs apart and giving her complete access to my cock and balls.

Mom slid up close to my cock, slipped her hand around my balls and squeezed ever so gently. She had the right touch and drove me mad with hot desire for her. I watched her every move as she glanced up at me every now and then to make sure I was enjoying every minute. She flicked her tongue across the top of my hot cock and then pressed her lips over my aching head. She slid her mouth down over my cock slowly, driving me wild. I could have cum right then, but I managed to withstand the desire. This was too good a blow job to end now. Mom moaned as she sucked my willing rod. She went down, down, down all the way to my balls. My cock was about 8 inches and she had every inch down her throat.

She slid up and down, a little faster each time. I was going to explode, as she sucked and rubbed my balls. My mommy was sucking my cock and I was in heaven. I couldn't hold back any longer and she knew I was going to explode. Just in case she didn't, I called out in a hard moan, "I'm gonna cum, Mom!" She nodded as she sucked me, indicating she wanted my cum in her waiting mouth. I shot what must have been the biggest load of cum I've ever had into my mother Fatima's waiting mouth.

As I came, she slipped her hands around my ass and squeezed me ever so tightly closer to her already engorged mouth. She sucked and sucked, refusing to let go of my cock. She sucked out all of the cum I had and, finally, slowly relinquished her loving grip on my cock. Her lips were covered with cum. I could not believe I was lying there, just having cum in the mouth of the woman I have loved all of my life...my Mother!

Mom looked at me as I lay back and smiled broadly, "My little boy Ahmad has such sweet tasting cum." I breathed very deeply and drew her up to me. We embraced and hugged while I regained my strength. She asked me if I enjoyed having Mommy suck my cock. "You know I did, Mom! I answered her. We lie there for awhile, just holding and touching one another. it felt so good to be naked with my mother Fatima and enjoying each other's bodies. Mom kept telling me how good I looked and I returned the compliment many times. She DID look good!

Mom held my hand as it explored her breasts and body. She directed my hand down to her pussy. She wanted me to touch her. Her pussy was covered with a fair amount of pubic hair, not too hairy, but just right. I twirled a few hairs in my finger while searching for her clit. Mom's cunt was wet and waiting impatiently for the touch of my hand. I cradled my left arm under Mom's shoulders and with my right hand, I touched that wonderful pussy of hers from where I first arrived in this world.

It was at once a strange, wonderful, and totally erotic experience. My cock sprung to attention as my fingers began to fondle her wetness. Her cunt was pink and wet and so very soft to the touch. She had a much bigger clit than any women I had been with and it was very enjoyable to feel and touch. Mom spread her legs and moaned as my fingers began to explore in earnest. I slipped one finger inside of her and then another. She moaned loudly as I entered her. She turned her head to my cheek and whispered softly, lovingly, "I've waited over 30 years for this, my darling, and it was well worth the wait." She pecked my cheek as I continued to arouse her pussy.

I was totally aroused as well and totally into the task at hand. My fingers probed deeper and deeper inside my mother Fatima's pussy. I slid down slowly, positioning my head between her legs. At long last I was going to eat my mother's fabulous pussy. I sniffed her erotic scent deeply as my lips drew closer to her.

My tongue slipped over her clit and began to flick across it, slowly at first and then building to a perfect crescendo, as if in perfect rhythm to my mother Fatima's beat. She wriggled back and forth as I ate her, my tongue alternately sucking her clit and then slipping down the dark passageway of her pussy. Mom came at least twice as I ate her.

The second time, she grabbed my head and pushed me deep into her. I almost couldn't breath, but that was ok, I could have survived breathing in her sweet pussy juice. I'd never been so into eating out a woman before. I didn't want to ever stop. I can't explain it totally in words, but if you ever get the chance to eat out your mother, you will know the feeling. I lapped up her pussy juice as mom collapsed back on the bed with a huge, deep sigh of ecstasy.

It was time to fuck my mother Fatima, and I was ready, willing and able. Mom helped me up over her naked body. My cock tight against her right leg, my chest directly over her beautiful tits, my mouth over hers. I looked her in her eyes and there was this deep, incredible fire that burned between us. I realized that I was truly in love with her. Yes, she was my mother, but she was also my lover.

The combination of the two is an incredible coupling, one I was not all that prepared to understand at that moment, but one which I have come to understand since then. We both felt it at the same moment. We kissed as I lay over her. My chest collapsed over her breasts, pushing them tightly against me. We kissed long and hard as we both whispered our love for one another at the same time. "Fuck me, sweet, darling Ahmad. Fuck me, please!" Mom called out in a lover's rage.

I raised myself up so I could slip my hard, throbbing cock into my mother Fatima's hot cunt. She took the shaft of my cock in her hand and guided it to its rightful place. For a moment, she rubbed my cock over her clit and cringed with excitement. "I can't wait any longer," she moaned as she guided my member to her waiting hole. I made sure not to thrust my cock in too deeply at first. I wanted us both to enjoy this firs moment of penetration between son and mother. I wanted that moment to last forever and be impressed on our minds for all time.

Slowly, I slipped my cock into Mom's pussy. It was wet, not too tight, but just right for me. Mom yelped as my cock slid down her cunt, but she wanted me deeper. I went as deep as I could, she grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper, at the same time pulling her legs high in the air. She wrapped them around my shoulders as I began to fuck her. Slowly at first, then a building rhythm. We were perfect together. Somehow, we knew just how to please the other.

Our breathing increased, the moaning turned up a notched and the fucking became harder and faster. I was sweating, but kept going. If my mom wanted me to fuck her forever, I would. Anything to please her, I said to myself. Mom rubber her clit with her fingers as I fucked her and she screamed as she came. Once, twice, three times.

Once mom had cum, I knew it was all right for me. I thrust my cock in and out of her wonderful cunt as I readied myself to blast off inside of my mother Fatima. It was an incredible feeling, knowing I was about to cum in my mother's cunt. I cunt I had dreamed about fucking since I was a k**. Having a fantasy like this come true is just an incredible experience.

I breathed heavy and mom knew I was going to cum. I could have melted when she said to me, "C'mon, baby. Cum inside mommy, Ahmad. Cum for your mommy, baby." That was all I needed. "Oooooooh, Mommy!" I yelled. I felt like a little boy as I came inside of her. It was the most satisfying orgasm I've ever had. I collapsed over mom as I finished cumming. She wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly.

"God, I love you sooooo very much, Hamada!" She whispered to me ever so lovingly." "I love you too, mom," I whispered back. We kissed and lay together for a long while.

After awhile, we fucked again and were very playful. We were like new lovers who had just discovered the beauty of one another. IT was wonderful. We fell asl**p in my bed together, holding one another, totally in love. We still are.

The rest of the time mom was at my house, we fucked every day....sometimes 2 or 3 times. It was difficult when she left, but she did have to go. This all took place over a year ago and we have come to the conclusion that we'd like to live together....as lovers. The people down here don't know she is my mother.

I suppose they would just think that I was fucking an older woman, which isn't so unusual these days. We've been discussing the prospects of living together and soon we will make that final decision. I know I don't want anyone else. I want to be with her always, as she does me. She was...and is...the best fuck I've ever had. God, it's wonderful to have finally fucked my mother.

As I close my eyes for a second, I flash back to an extremely lucid vision from my past. Maryam is kneeling naked in front of me. Her huge, beautiful dark eyes are in piercing, mischievous contact with mine. Half of my rapidly re-hardening cock is inside her full, soft lips. She is sucking it clean of the remnants of cum from our recent fuck, as her soft right hand fondles my balls. The sweet aroma of sex floods the bedroom…. Blissful memories indeed.

The beginning:
I first set my eyes upon Maryam in the warm late spring of 1999. I had just been enrolled onto a computer skills course at a technical college in Southampton, a city in Southern England. Although I was in the military, sometimes, as in this case, we could be sent for training or education at regular, or ‘civilian,’ institutions. Most of the students there were aged from sixteen to nineteen, although there were a few ‘oldies’ like me. I was twenty two at the time, and she was eighteen.

Maryam was a very, and I mean very stunning girl. She was quite tall and was slim, with lustrous long black hair, light brown skin, a clear almost glowing complexion, and the most beautiful big brown eyes I have ever seen in my life. Although she was born in England, she told me that she was a ‘Kashmiri girl,’ that her f****y came from the Northern border area between Pakistan and India.

I was always keen to undertake any qualification or training in those days; believing that it would all enhance my future promotion chances. The very first morning I started on the course my wandering eye was drawn to her. We were in a large computer room which was divided into roughly four rows of tables, with computers either side of them, and other elongated tables filled three of the four sides of the walls. The room was quite noisy; in fact the whole course was somewhat chaotic, with a mish-mash of students of different abilities studying, or pretending to at least, for several different qualifications. The quality of teaching was erratic too.

The college itself was situated in an inner-city area. The area was very ethnically mixed, with white people like me being in the minority. Most people in the neighbourhood, and most students at the college, were of Asian descent, largely Muslims from Pakistan, like Maryam, or were from India or Bangladesh. There were also numbers of second and third generation West Indian migrants and some Africans locally.

The majority white English people in the wider city referred to this area as ‘The Jungle,’ and there were always stories about muggings and ****s abounding about the vicinity; it had a very bad reputation. There was apparently an area of back streets nearby which were off limits for white men. The urban legend was that just to walk there would result in a beating.

To be honest, I never really experienced any problem or prejudice there, although it was very noticeable that the students themselves tended to mix almost exclusively within their own ‘groups.’

Anyway, perhaps I digress too much? Sitting in a rear row from the doorway, I looked up from my keyboard and monitor for a moment and caught a very lovely girl looking right at me. As I caught her gaze, she looked momentarily embarrassed and stared away, although a few seconds later she looked back again and gave me a sight of her brilliant white teeth as a shy smile illuminated her face.

She was very beautiful, and perchance, for only the second time in my life, I felt a harsh, almost audible pound from my heart. If not the cliché ‘love at first sight,’ it was certainly close; lust at first sight perhaps.

I think I must have been gaping open mouthed, as my colleague and friend Chris, who was sat next to me, put it, “What’s the matter with you Jay? You look like a bl**dy goldfish staring at a headlight.”

My reverie broken, I tried to focus on my task at hand, but my eyes that whole day where constantly drawn across to this girl.

She was dressed in a kind of sari, a long patterned blue and purple silk garment that covered most of the length of her body. She also wore a type of semi-transparent scarf, which was pushed down from her thick, lustrous black hair. When I observed her walking at break times, it was apparent how graceful she was; she was quite tall, and although her attire was somewhat loose and free flowing, I could tell she was slim hipped and had fairly good sized breasts. Maybe those youthful days I had spent ‘live painting’ had given me a keen observational eye, or perhaps I had an over-active imagination. Anyway, I was certainly transfixed by her, and from the occasional stolen glances I received, it was a mutual attraction. At least I dearly hoped so.

I wanted her. Badly!

Back then, although I’d had a number of relationships, and the occasional enjoyable one-nighter, my experiences had all been with white girls. I’d had some great sex, and I had and have a high sex drive. I loved to kiss soft lips and to feel the warmth of smooth naked female flesh press against my firmer body. I revelled in feeling a hot mouth taking in my cock, preferably as I slipped my tongue into a beautiful moist pussy, tasting that wonderful feminine flavour as I pressed and rolled a firming clit with my fingers.

Oh, and that wonderful feeling when cunt greets cock in union, as a girl moans and twists in delight, leaking juices on me as I power into her or she rides me at her want. And the taste and feel of soft breast flesh on my mouth and the hardness of erect nipples rolled by my tongue is ecstasy. The taste of fresh sweat and shared cum; the sweet smell of sex permeating a room after a long session of making love; the gentle swells and curves, the lines and folds, the tightness and the softness of the female form, and the joyful massive sense of power and release when she gives or gratefully takes cum. It’s all a piece of heaven.

I wanted all this with Maryam; I needed to achieve this; it was a delightful goal I set myself.

Well, the next day there I sat thinking how I could break the verbal ice. It was not as easy to do this here as is usually the case. Maryam was always with another group of girls, dressed and acting similarly, usually conversing with each other in a language of which I knew not one word; although they all had excellent English when required. They were an insular group, not even appearing to speak much to the young men of their ethnic and religious persuasion. I reasoned that if I just walked over to her and said, “Hi, I’m Jay,” or, “Can I borrow a floppy disc?” or any such platitude then I would probably just embarrass her and myself to no end. It was as though she was in some kind of a closed community, a world of the ‘other’ where I didn’t know the rules. So I did nothing.

However, fate lending a helping hand, the next day proved more fortunate. It seemed that we were studying for the same qualification. An element of the course was to transfer and receive documents and files via e-mail attachments. This was to be done via another student. My friend Chris was not at this study stage yet, so the teacher found another student who was for me to work with: Maryam. ‘Hehehe,’ I was laughing and smiling to myself.

Well, we started out on the task. We weren’t sitting near each other, but did exchange a couple of ‘recognition’ smiles, as we undertook our task. In the material we exchanged I slipped in a few pretty bad jokes I found surfing the net. To judge by some chuckles it appeared she liked them.

Pretty soon I sent another one suggesting we sit together in a corner as it would be easier to work together this way. I didn’t receive a reply for a number of minutes. Looking across I saw that she was debating with herself, but thankfully I saw her gather her bag and a few discs up and move to a fairly remote corner of the room.

I joined her, and with a, “Hi I’m Jay,” introduced myself. “I’m Maryam,” she replied with a shy smile. English was not her first language, and although she spoke it expertly, her voice had a heavy, slightly clipped Indian sounding accent.

We chatted briefly; inconsequential stuff, where we lived, what we doing this course for etc. It seemed she wanted to build up a few qualifications and then study some kind of business technology degree at university. She seemed a smart girl but her studies had been disrupted previously as she had spent two years living in Kashmir, which according to her was, “The most beautiful place in the world, with high mountains, rivers and gorgeous valleys.” I had no idea if it was ‘the most beautiful place in the world,’ but when she smiled at me with her mouth and heart-break eyes, I was prepared to believe pretty much anything. God, she was gorgeous.

There was flirting going on both ways; no doubt about it; mutually exchanged smiles, open body language and eye contact held just ‘too long.’

One from her group of friends would come over from time to time, seemingly asking or telling Maryam something in their Asian language. We dragged out what should have been about two hours work over three days in the end, cocooned in our little corner.

At break times she was always with her friends. For my part, my buddy Chris and a couple of other guys we got friendly with took great delight in teasing me, asking when I was getting engaged or laid, fucked etc. I laughed it off.

The third day we worked together I tried to engineer some kind of date. Quite unsubtly I asked her where she like to hang out with her friends, what parts of town did she go to, the films she liked, that kind of stuff. Her replies fed my assumptions; she had a rather narrow existence, her life revolving around a group of friends who all attended the local Mosque, and her large close f****y. It seemed that a Kashmiri Muslim girl had little freedom.

She seemed not to resent this. At one point she told me she was attending a marriage ceremony that week. A friend of hers was the bride. Before I asked, she anticipated my question. She told me, “Yes Jay it is arranged, and in a few years my dad will sort things out for me that way too. He will find me someone suitable.”

There was no trace of any resentment in any of this. Although she was a clever girl, with a lively mind and personality, she was very accepting of her cultural role. She spoke of these themes in a matter-of-fact and content way.

Maryam asked me if I had a girlfriend. I didn’t, I had split from a girl I had been seeing for several months a couple of weeks before.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked her.

“No,” she replied.

“Have you ever had one Maryam?”

She looked down avoiding my eyes. “Yes.”

I looked across the room; we were as far as I could tell not being observed. I lightly lifted her chin with my finger, looked her in the eye and asked, “Do you want another one now.”

“Yes,” she spoke, and YES YES YES sang inside me.

Oh, and then she gave me just the most heart-melting smile.

Before I could try to fix up a ‘date’ somewhere, she told me about her ex-boyfriend, Mohammad, or ‘Mo’ as she usually referred to him. He was a local youth, her age, and of the same cultural background. But, he was a bit of a ‘bad boy,’ an unsuccessful car thief, who was now serving a short prison sentence.

Apparently girls, “Like me,” as she put it, didn’t have boyfriends as such, well at least none that there f****y’s knew of; this was a definite no-go. She knew Mo as the friend of one of her b*****rs; she had three, and four older s****rs. Maryam would meet Mo whenever she could manipulate some free, unobserved time, which was apparently very hard to find.

I asked her if they had split because he was arrested; she told me no, it was before that, because he took d**gs and she didn’t like him being a thief.

Well, pretty soon I tried to fix up a date. I asked her if she wanted to go to a club, or have a meal or a day at the beach.

She declined all offers and I was, truth to tell, pretty pissed off.

“Jay, it’s not that I don’t want to go out with you, but I can’t openly, and you have no idea how protective my f****y are. I can sometimes manipulate a free hour or two when I am alone, that is all, and I can’t say from one day to the next when that free time will be. It’s also hard to meet up anywhere locally as it could get back to my f****y”

I thought to myself how Chris, who was local to this city, had a small flat only about 10-15 minutes walk from the college. He had said I could stay at his flat any time I wanted to, although I hadn’t done yet.

“Ok then Maryam, what about meeting at my friend’s place? It’s in a quiet street near here, and you could walk to and from there alone.”

She thought a second, then said, “Yes Jay, I’d like for us to meet in privacy. Today I can’t but give me the address and I will try to get there about two or three o’clock tomorrow afternoon.

I smiled hugely at this response, and looked around. Still no-one was looking so I quickly kissed Maryam once on her cheek. She pulled back, looking nervous and shocked. But then she smiled.

Later I cleared it with Chris. He was cool about it, merely laughing and saying, “If there’s any mess on the sheets mate, then you wash them ok.”

About ten to two the following afternoon I was in the flat and heard a knock. I greeted Maryam at the door and we went into the living room. I motioned for her to take a seat.

Maryam sat on a sofa. It was quite hot in the flat and I offered her a cool drink. She nodded and I got her a cold coke from the fridge. I handed her a glass and poured most of the can into it.

“Aren’t you having one to drink Jay?” she asked.

“No,” I replied, “that’s the only one; I’ll have a glass of water in a minute.”

She sipped from her glass and then offered it to me, “We will share,” she said. I took the glass, which had a slight smear of her lipstick, and drank some before handing it back. There was something somehow slightly intimate in this simple exchange, a touch of the hand, a shared shy smile; we were getting close to expressing our attraction physically. In clichéd terms: there was a certain something in the air.

Maryam placed the glass on a table in front of her and I sat next to her on the sofa. Our shoulders were touching. The fine smell of a perfume she was wearing was most alluring.

“Well,” I said, “Now here we are Maryam; alone at last.” I spoke the words with lightness and some humour in my voice. She giggled cutely. Maryam was relaxed sat there with me. I slipped an arm around her shoulders and she leant her head against my upper chest. I kissed the top of her head.

“What will you do if I kiss you on the mouth?” I asked.

“I’ll kiss you back Jay.”

She tilted her head back and looked my straight in the eye. There was no demure, modest little girl in her gaze; it was the look of a sensual woman. Her full lips were slightly parted. I looked at them and kissed her softly. Once, twice, three times our lips pressed together and released with a soft ‘smacking’ sound.

“You’re beautiful Maryam,” I told her.

Then I kissed her harder and held it. She responded by working her open mouth against mine as I drank in her clean fresh taste. Our tongues moved together in a sort of frantic dance.

We sat there a while kissing, hugging, holding hands.

I could feel that my cock was hard and pressing against the tightness of my jeans. I took her hand in mine and pressed it on the bulge. She looked at me with a look that was somewhere between dreamy lust and surprise. She didn’t move her hand away though.

‘Mmmmm,’ I recall thinking, ‘Game on.’

I slipped a hand underneath her silk sari, and ran it upwards over her smooth flat stomach until I was cupping a firm rounded breast. While we kissed, she softly squeezed my confined erection, and I eased a hand under a bra cup, found a very hard nipple and rolled and pinched it gently with in my fingers. There was a muffled low moan from her throat.

We played this way for a minute, before I broke our kiss and embrace. We were sitting back against the sofa and holding hands. I asked her, “Maryam, did you have sex with Mo?”

She was nervous now; her gaze what at the floor, but she did answer me. “We did it three times in his car before we split.”

“Cool,” I said. “Was it fun?”

This time she looked me in the eye. “I loved it Jay, it was the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life.”

We kissed again, and then I stood up. I reached down and took her hand in mine. “Come into the bedroom with me Maryam.” She smiled both with her mouth and with her big brown eyes. I pulled her to her feet.

In the bedroom, I stood by the bed and quickly stripped until I was wearing only my boxer shorts. Maryam was stood several feet from me, facing slightly away. She kicked off her shoes and lifted the long sari over her head and it fell to the floor. Wow, she was just gorgeous. Now she was now clad only in a bra and white cotton panties; her light brown skin was glowing; it was smooth and flawless.

Maryam then turned and looked at me with a shy smile drawn across her beautiful face. Then her eyes dropped down toward my shorts. My big cock was jutting out comically.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she nervously giggled. The words gushed out of her in a half second.

I pulled the shorts down and kicked them off my feet, giving her the full view.

“Oh God,” she said once again.

I laughed out loud. “Anyone would think you had never seen one before Maryam.”

“I haven’t,” she said. “Well, only on the Internet.”

“What, I thought you and Mo had made out?”

“We did Jay, but I didn’t see his… ummm… dick. It was dark when we… done it… it was in the back seat of his car in a country-park at night. I didn’t see anything really; we lay down, he pulled my panties off and stuck it in me.”

All the while she was talking her gaze didn’t leave my cock and balls; she looked transfixed; almost like a rabbit caught in a car’s headlights.

“Well then Maryam, come closer and get a look a mine,” I offered; generously so I thought (cough, cough).

She moved close, and quickly kissed me on the lips before dropping to her knees. My cock felt hard enough to dig up a road with. This scenario had me just sooo horny. My balls felt almost swollen and full.

“Touch it then baby,” I said, and she did. This beautiful ‘Kashmiri girl’ tenderly ran the long fingers of her soft right hand all over my pulsing 8” erection. I looked down. My cock-head was leaking clear pre-cum. Maryam looked fascinated. She continued stroking it as though it was a fragile tapestry, or tiny treasured pet. There was a spellbound expression on her face.

Her left hand cupped my now dully aching balls. She squeezed them tenderly. I heard myself groan loudly: “Oh yeah, yeah baby; you beautiful angel.”

This wonderful state of affairs carried on for some time. I exerted some inner muscle pressure to pull my balls back; stopping myself from coming. I wanted this magnificent feeling to last.

Maryam moved forward slightly. Her nose was now about two or three inches from my cock.

“Shall I lick it Jay?” she asked in a husky voice.

“Oh yeah, sure thing baby.”

Her tongue poked out from her mouth and she slowly lapped my cock-head, around the ‘eye.’ Clear pre-cum set on her lips. She pulled the tongue briefly back into her mouth and put its tip under her top lip and against the roof of her mouth. Maryam had licked me tentatively, like someone taking an unsure first taste of a new flavour of ice-cream.

She looked up at me again and smiled. “Close your mouth baby,” I told her. I took hold of my cock and ran the end all over her lips. “Put your tongue out Maryam.” She did. I slapped the head of my tool firmly down on it several times, making a lewd smacking sound. “Now baby, open your mouth and cover your teeth with your lips.”

I bunched some of her long, shiny black hair in my fists. Her inverted lips were forming a wonderful ‘O’ shape. I pushed forward inserting about 3” inside that sweet mouth, and held it there. Her left hand was all-the-time cupping my balls.

“Baby, will you do something for me please?” I asked, trying to keep some degree of gentleness in my tone.

She made a muffled noise that sounded like, “Ummmm, yes Jay.”

“Maryam suck on the end of my cock hard, like it’s a lollipop, and squeeze my balls a bit harder.”

This beautiful girl did just that, enthusiastically gobbling me; I was in total bliss. Soon I felt that familiar tension build up from somewhere deep inside of me.

“Fuck, I’m gonna shoot!” I shouted. I pulled my cock out of her mouth but she wouldn’t have this: she grasped its base firmly and slipped it back between her pouting lips.

At that, I blasted powerful waves of cum into her mouth. She almost gagged, but then recovered and swallowed enthusiastically. Still holding my cock tightly, she pulled it free from her mouth and then licked up the traces of cum from it and her lips.

I walked a pace backwards to the bed and let myself fall down. Maryam quickly rolled on top of me. We kissed. I could taste the mild tang of my cum on her breath.

Both of our breathing was pretty ragged. I rasped out more than spoke clearly: “Maryam, bl**dy hell girl, that was great and I never expected you to swallow cum.”

“Jay, me and my s****r have a computer in our bedroom. Sometimes we view Internet porn when we are alone. I always like to look at cum flying from a man’s dick into a woman’s mouth; it looks fun; that’s why I did it. And before you ask me, yes, it was nice, and I want to do that again please?”

“And you certainly shall again baby,” I replied.

We kissed some more. Her sweet body pressed against mine; it was a glorious feeling, but I wanted her to lose the underwear. I asked Maryam to: “Stand and strip for me please baby?”

Maryam kissed me one more time before she moved and stood on the carpet. I moved up the bed and put my hands behind my head on the pillows. This beautiful Muslim girl turned to face away from me and first undid the bra then pulled down those pretty white cotton panties. Her rear was small for a woman. I usually like quite curvy ladies, a full figure, but Maryam’s was ever so cute; two firm rounded light brown butt-cheeks that looked edible.

She turned round shyly, vulnerably, at first looking at the floor. I fought myself not to stare at her naked body until she looked at my face, and a moment later she gazed into my eyes and smiled at me. Now I gazed down. Her breasts were a fair size, and were high, perky and beautiful; topped by two big erect dark chocolate nipples. Beneath the flat stomach, between her slim hips was a smallish, but thick bush of jet black hair. I told her again she was beautiful, looked at her face, and was rewarded with just about the most gorgeous and affecting smile I have ever received in my entire life.

“Come and lay down here with me Maryam.”

She gracefully moved to me and melted into my arms. We ran our hands through each other’s hair. Her flesh was warm pressed against mine; knee to knee; hip to hip; chest to chest. I rolled her taught firm ass-cheeks in my hand.

We lay like this for a while. My cock was now really hard again, and was pressing against her tummy, which made her giggle girlishly. I had a thought to just guide my cock into her pussy; I really wanted to, but wanted something else first.

I broke the embrace. I lay Maryam on her back, feasted on her breasts and nipples, and then placed a pillow under her butt. She was quite docile now, seemingly content to let me dictate proceedings.

“Open your legs wide please baby?” I asked.

When she did, wow, I saw her exposed pussy for the first time and it was beautiful! I’d say as fine in its shapes and delicate creases as any rose, but that is an understatement. Her long cunt folds were darker red than the white girls I had lay with in the past; she was wet and glistening.

I licked all around and up and down every part of it… delicious!

I then pulled her pussy lips apart and ran my tongue inside her wet opening, lapping away. Maryam was moaning, saying, “Jay, Jay,” or, “God, God that’s so good.”

I pulled my tongue out and licked higher, finding the hard little pearl that was her clit. I pressed down on it firmly and worked on it with circular swirls. From my right hand I slipped two fingers into her cunt. It was very wet, yet tight. I worked them in gently but deep, and stroked her inner walls, before moving them in and out, finger fucking her. She was a lovely girl, with a very receptive wet pussy, but it was tight and so I did what I could to prime her for taking my big thick cock. I didn’t want to hurt her.

Maryam was groaning away ever more loudly. I felt her hips buck and the cunt walls spasm slightly as, with my fingers still in her, and my tongue probing her clit, she came good and strong, with prodigious amounts of sticky juice seeping out of her pussy and warmly wetting my knuckles.

I pulled my fingers out, and put my mouth against the opening, drinking in what I could of her nectar. I love the flavour of a woman who has just cum; and Maryam tasted memorably delicious.

I lapped away, them moved up the bed and shared some of the superb sticky liquid with Maryam in a kiss; her tongue danced and wrestled with mine.

I got off of the bed and made to get to the pocket of my jeans. “What are you doing Jay?” she asked.

“I’m just getting a condom baby.”

“No don’t Jay, there’s no need, Mo wanted me to take the pill, and I still do.”

I moved back onto the bed. We kissed and I positioned myself above her. I moved my hips forward and my cock found its natural entrance. I very slowly eased my whole length inside her, balls deep. She was oh so tight. It felt as though my whole cock was being enclosed by a moist velvet glove. It was great.

I lay still in her for a short while. I could see she was in minor discomfort, but enjoying it as well; that delicious point where small pain and larger pleasure collide harmoniously.

“You’re bigger in me than me than Mo was Jay,” she said.

“Are you ok with this babe?” I asked, and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“Yes.”

I pulled back slowly and then in again, getting her used to things. Very slowly I increased the pace; she was wet and stretched out now.

Holding her hips tightly, and keeping my cock buried in her cunt, I flipped over and moved her above me so that she was totally on top, facing and riding me. I let her find her own groove, only rising my own hips gently in unison with her thrusts.

Maryam, this delicious Asian beauty, was writhing and moaning, whispering words in a language I didn’t understand; spearing herself up and down with a rising speed and intensity.

I gripped one of her lovely high perky breasts with my left hand, and sucked hard on its big nipple. I traced a line down her tummy with my right hand, then pressed down on, and around her clit as she fucked me.

Maryam got really wild now, slamming up and down on me harshly; her moans deeper in resonance. “Fuck me, fuck me Jay, fuck me, FUCK ME!!!!!”

It was, in fact, her fucking me, but still, what the hell, who would be pedantic enough to argue at a moment such as this?

I was almost shouting back at her: “Yeah ride me baby, come on Maryam, yeah, that’s it babe, milk my cock in your cunt, take my cum.”

She shuddered at this, threw her head back and then stopped riding me as her inner walls noticeably tightened on my cock. “Oh God,” she screamed, “oh yeahhhh.”

My balls were liberally coated by her juices as an intense orgasm wracked through her fine body. This was too much for me; I soon shot my own love fluid inside her.

I rolled off her. We lay side by side for a few seconds, until Maryam looked up at a clock on the wall.

“Oh God, I’ll be late home, my dad will get mad at me,” she said, literally jumping out of the bed. She very hurriedly dressed herself.

“Will you meet me here again at the same time tomorrow babe?” I asked her.

“Yes Jay, that will be great,” she replied, before briefly turning and throwing her lovely smile at me once more.

Maryam bent down to tie her shoes up, and as she did I flipped out of the bed, landing behind her. I pulled the back of her sari up and those cute white cotton panties down in a second. I kissed both her of her oh-so sweet little round butt-cheeks, and ran my tongue up and down the crack of her ass, finding and licking a very cute wrinkly asshole. Then I pulled the panties back up and the sari down. Maryam laughed, rose and turned. We kissed briefly but with intensity on the lips and she left.

I found the remaining coke, drank it, flicked on a retro radio station and got onto the bed. As Van Morrison sung about a brown eyed girl, I lay back on the pillows. Although I was dreamy and contended, tomorrow just could not come quickly enough!

I'm a girl and I'm 18 years old and I was recently m*****ed. It was pretty minor but it's still serious to me. Last Saturday, I went to a sl**pover at a friend's house and that's where I was m*****ed. I don't know exactly when I was m*****ed, though... I'll tell you what I mean. My friend has 3 b*****rs. Two of them are 13 years old and the other one is 14 years old. Anyways, I went to sl**p with my friend in the living room. When I woke up the next day, there was a lot of cum all over my face and my hijab. I only take my hijab off when I'm showering... So, I don't take it off when I'm sl**ping. And it was completely covered with cum! I know that it was cum because I know what it looks like since I've seen it in porn videos. After I woke up, I was freaked out and I asked my friend what the hell happened and she said that her horny b*****rs obviously did it. I know that she was right because there was a lot of cum on my face and my hijab so I know that more than one guy did it and her b*****rs are perverts (me and my friend once walked in on them watching porn on their computer). She told me that I should just move on and get over it. She obviously doesn't think that it's a big deal but it is to me. I wiped the cum off my face and my hijab and I went home. I didn't talk to her b*****rs but I was furious. Right now, I'm thinking about if I should tell my parents or not (I haven't told them yet). I'm Muslim (my religion is Islam) so I'm not allowed to have any type of sex until marriage. And if getting cummed on counts as sex, my parents are probably gonna be really mad at me and tell me that I should be more cautious and they'll never let me go to any sl**povers again. Anyways, the question I wanna ask is really about my friend's 3 b*****rs. Should I talk to them about it? I wanna but I also kind of don't wanna. At first, I was angry but now I don't feel angry at all and I'm just sad that it happened to me. I'm never gonna go to a sl**pover at that friend's house again! Anyways, if you think that I should talk to them, how do you think I should do it? With anger or calmly? Should I tell their parents? I don't know what I should do... I want to encourage them to never do that with any girl again but I also don't want to get them in big trouble... I know that it's pretty common for horny boys their age to do things like that.

I pick you up from the station, u get in to my car, I see your wearing a little skirt and low cut top immediately gives me the horn .
I drive to a quiet road nearby, slowly undressing u with my eyes, as u pull away I lean a hand over and begin to rub your thighs I can fell your getting randy as your legs are beginning to tense up. I slide my hand up your skirt and slowly begin to grasp and tickle gently at your inner thighs I can feel u moving your legs trying to move my hand on to your hot wet pussy slowly sliding your thong to one side. I slide my fingers gently inside your pussy pushing it in and out a few times then sliding it out I slide it softly up to the tip of your wet clit rubbing it gently in circular motions I can feel u moving your hips as u begin to cum I ask u if u can slide your seat back a little more u look at me weirdly then do so anyway once u have slid den your seat back I slide your skirt up to reveal your wet pussy and smooth legs I slowly slide my seat back and lay it down so I can lie on it then leaning over I begin to kiss your legs and nibble at your inner thighs as u begin to shudder I slowly slide my finger inside your soaking wet pussy as I nibble and kiss your thighs and legs slowly leaning over more I begin to suck on your clit flicking and licking it gently with my tung going fast and slow then fast again as I push my finger deep in your soaking wet pussy I feel your hand on back of my head your trying to push me deeper in to your now oozing pussy I begin to finger u faster now as I put your pussy deep in my mouth running my tong over your clit softly as u behind to let out loud moans suddenly the car comes to a stop and me head hits the steering wheel u slide out the door seeing we are in a car park in the woods gives me a filthy idea getting out the car and moving u to the front I bend u over the still warm bonnet of your car sliding your skirt up and your thong to one side then grabbing my hard cock I shove it deep inside your wet pussy as your juices begin to run down your legs I grab hold of your thighs and begin to thrust my cock hard and deep inside your pussy as u let out loud moans I can feel your legs shaking, begin to run my hands up and down your back gently then around your front to group your breasts and tease your fully erect nipples as I thrust my cock harder and deeper inside u aiming towards your g spot with every thrust pushing my cock as far as I can in to your pussy u let out loud moan I can feel you get tighter as u are about to cum