Basheer Magnificent Stallion

Episode 2: Basheer Ahmad -- Tryst with Lust Abroad

Part : 1

Soon after Murtaza left Delhi, I started my third year in college. Not finding relief for my newly awakened senses, I was out of sorts all the time. Even my mother noticed and asked me if I was ill. Unable to confess, knowing what I was missing, I sought relief in squash and horse riding. I also had two separate brief encounters with two Hindu boys during this period of restlessness. The fumbled groping which ended in " lusts labor lost" was a testament to my own poor judgement and the inadequacies of these callow men. But a 21-year old's young mind is resilient and soon I was caught up in the excitement of going to study in the US at a prestigious Midwestern University.

By September I was in a university town, settling in, rushing from class to class, making new friends and looking forward to the exhilarating freedom and intellectual stimulation of school life at an American university in the Mid-West. I was sharing an apartment with a white girl Janet, who was at the university too and became one of my best friend and remains so even today. The first 8 to 10 weeks were hectic. I had no time to think about anything. After things had settled down a bit and I was becoming familiar with the town, I was one day at Zingerman's Deli with Janet and another girl.

We were waiting in a queue, to order our lunch. As I was standing there chatting with my friends, I felt someone behind me getting a bit too close for comfort. When I turned back, a bit annoyed, I saw a Desi guy (a South Asian) behind me. Our eyes met and he smiled, a bit mockingly I thought, and said "Hello. New around campus?" I could not help asking a bit archly, "Does it show?" To which he replied laughing, "Yes. A great deal and more. And what I see is gorgeous." I was not annoyed anymore. Just a bit confused by the 'double entendre'.

As I paused, my mind searching for a smart reply, I saw before me a tall, well-built but, slim man in his late twenties, who had about him an air of lithe lazy elegance. He had a very strong face, with sharp magnetic eyes and a long hook nose which made him look predatory like an eagle. I could see his eyes going over my body taking it all in, the curves, the hollows. Unable to say anything clever in reply, I fell back on my smile, which some say is delightful.

His eyes warmed and his face broke into a smile so sunny that I was bowled over. He said "Basheer Ahmad, from Pakistan. How do you do?" I could only mumble, "Aarati from Delhi, Hello". By then we had reached the counter to order our food. So, we did not get to talk any more. I was very caught up by the lithe grace of Basheer. He was like a sleek panther in his movements.

That night in bed I felt hot and restless. I felt the familiar ache between my thighs as I remembered his eyes roaming all over my body as we had waited to be served. His glances had evoked a reawakening of my desires which had remained repressed for quite a while. After that we saw each other sometimes on campus. We chatted briefly a few times. I learnt he was a post-doc in engineering. He had been at the university for a year. Every time we met, I could feel his eyes slide over my body with barely concealed lust.

Winter was fast approaching the mid-west. One day I was coming back to my apartment after grocery shopping and had just parked my car when Basheer came driving by. He waved to me, and I waved back. I had a lot of packages to take up to the apartment. Basheer also parked his car and came up to me and offered to help carry the packages up. I could not refuse his help. Once inside the apartment he asked me if my friend was around. I had to tell him that she had gone out for the weekend. I felt obliged to offer him coffee since he had been so helpful.

As we sat down on the couch in the living room and sipped coffee we chatted a bit about different things. His left arm was on the sofa back behind me. As he finished his cup of coffee, he swiftly slipped his hand down to my shoulder, pulling me to him very firmly and kissed me. I was expecting it but struggled a bit just to pretend I was not. And then his mouth came down hard on my lips. Overwhelmed I surrendered to the wave of pleasure that now swept over me. All the desire pent up, during the long period of abstinence, now broke as I threw my arms around this Muslim man who had pounced on me with the unerring instinct of the predator that he was.

His lips were hard and demanding as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. A muffled moan of pleasure escaped me as my tongue entwined with his and his hand now sought my breasts. Cupping my left breast with his right hand, his left hand was under me and sliding down my spine. I just clasped him feeling his back muscles rippling under my fingers as his mouth explored the hollow of my throat. Then his hand was swiftly unbuttoning my shirt and reaching in. He cupped my breast, his fingers digging in. I was caught in a vortex of lust as his hands and mouth explored my body.

Suddenly he got off and pulled off my shirt and bra. His mouth was back on my bare breasts kissing, nibbling and biting. I could not resist reaching out to grasp the bulge which was now tenting his jeans. He moved off again and unzipped his pants and stepped out of them and then pulled off his lo rise underwear. I gasped seeing the magnificent Muslim manhood that reared up. He was huge, long and thick and the unhooded head was flared and beautifully sculpted. I was so excited by the sight that I longed to pay homage to it with my mouth. Leaning forward I licked my lips and parted them as he moved his hip.

There I was sliding my wet lips on that deeply veined rampant shaft. He stood still letting me enclose his hardness in my hot moist mouth. I realized I was making noises in my throat as I sucked him faster. Unable to wait any longer he pulled out of my mouth and tore off my jeans and panties and pushed me onto the sofa and came over me. My body trembling with desire I welcomed him opening my thighs wide. He just fell on me driving his thick throbbing shaft head into my waiting crevice. As my hips lifted up to meet his surge, I felt his left palm go under my rump and pushing me up for even deeper penetration.

His mouth was now cruel and relentless in biting my breasts and worrying my nipples. His hand under me was kneading and grasping my buttocks as he speared me without remorse. After the long period of abstinence since Murtaza, I was now enjoying the unrestrained passion of this Paki who seemed intent on exploring and delving into the inner recesses of my body. I threw my legs even wider grinding my pubic bone against him as my legs scissored around his waist, my heels locking behind his hip. We were now writhing together, grinding against each other. I gripped his manhood inside me, squeezing as he shafted me in a frenzy of lust.

Basheer was now pounding me without mercy and his mouth and hands were searching and seeking all the curves, crevices and hollows of my body. I let out a cry pleasure as my own orgasm burst and swept over me in waves. I heard him yell out as he arched into me flooding me with his seed. He throbbed and I felt him spraying my innards with his hot semen scalding the walls of my sheath which spasmed on and on, milking him. We were both locked together in a blissful moment of utter ecstasy. He fell over me as we both panted after the exertions of our bodies.

He was heavy on my body still ensconced in the valley of my thighs. Basheer seemed loathe to get off me. As I lay there under him, I had a premonition that Basheer had entered me and my life not for just this brief moment. As we lay there still intertwined, I felt him stir. Then he withdrew from me and rolled over on his side. He slid off the sofa pulling me down onto the carpet. We lay there looking at each other with the curiosity and wonder of a new intimacy.

I reached out to caress his hairy chest. His light brown body was a shade fairer than mine. His broad shoulders narrowed to a flat muscled stomach. A thick line of hair curled down to his crotch where his huge, dark and long manhood nestled proudly amidst luxuriant hair. His big scrotum with heavy balls were tucked in neatly and tightly under it. I could not help noticing that he had still not drooped and was semi hard. He looked down at me lying beside him and said, "Kya mast ladki ho tum". (What a hot girl you are ). I kissed his manly chest. My fingers snaked down to cup his balls warmly. He smiled as I hefted them in my palm.

My hand slipped back to feel his thick shaft. I felt it stirring in my fingers. He slipped his arm under my shoulder and cupped my right breast. His other hand was rubbing my lower belly before sliding down to caress my pubes. An impertinent finger now slipped between my nether lips and found the bud of my womanhood. Flicking it with a feather touch he aroused my desire again. His hot mouth on my left breast, biting licking only stoked my desire more. I felt the sudden surge of a 'limitless female hunger' that could only find relief in the questing hardness of his Muslim shaft.

I felt him grow huge in my fingers. Now fully rampant he was impatient with my fingers stroking him. Pushing aside my hand he got up kneeling over me at my breasts. Grabbing them roughly he pushed them together to envelope his huge shaft. As he thrust between them, I opened my mouth to receive the dark purple circumcised head at the top of his lunge. He was now excited to a high pitch of lust. His big shaft was now jerking uncontrollably seeking a hotter, tighter receptacle. Brooking no further delay he drew back, and his hands were on my hips turning me around. I knew what he wanted.

In the timed honored and tested gesture of female submission I crouched on my hands and knees before him. Wasting no time, he held my hips and parted the cheeks of my buttocks. He mounted me like a stallion covers his mare. I gasped as his thick head invaded the moist opening of my female body. I felt a scorching rock-hard knob dilating me inexorably. There was an ache mixed with sweet pleasure as he penetrated me again. I had forgotten how thick and hard he had felt earlier. His hands were gripping my hips as he plunged his steel hard shaft deeper into me.

I was now riding a wave of urgency of my own, my rump grinding back seeking a merciless impalement. Basheer was unrelenting in spearing me with long deep plunges as he leaned into me and grabbed my wildly swinging breasts. I was holding his thick shaft tightly inside my moist sheath. I felt the ridge of his circumcised dickhead surging inside me. Lost in a frenzy of writhing I sensed a sudden change of pace. Basheer caught hold of my hair as it was flying around wildly and wrapping it around his hand pulled my head back.

As my back arched, he was now thrusting savagely in short hard digs. I was surprised when he pulled out. I felt an emptiness inside me. But before I could express my unhappiness, he plunged back inside me heaving in a massive thrust. I was breathless. As I panted like a bitch in the heat he kept pulling out and then plunging into me again and again. I suddenly felt my body shudder as he stabbed me with his hardness. My orgasm overtook me as he held me tightly around my waist, his thickness held still as I was awash with pleasure.

Even as I was spending I felt Basheer resuming his thrusting. He was again shafting me with an unabated gusto. Before I knew I was again caught in a second burst of joy. Moaning deeply in my throat I let him drive me over the edge again. Basheer held himself still hard inside my spent body. I felt a shock of delight as he started moving again. It was a frenzied rhythm now. Without remorse he was now plunging his splendid manhood ruthlessly. My womanhood was now being invaded relentlessly. Pierced again and again as I lifted my hips and raised my buttocks for a deeper impalement.

I heard myself mumbling and then shout out " Yes. Yessss. Harder. Yes, yes Basheer take me." My hand was reaching back to pull him closer to my buttocks. I was bucking under him like a heedless mare. He was now riding me with a fierce abandon and plundering me cruelly. I felt him suddenly grow monstrously huge inside me. His circumcised dickhead was now throbbing and swelling. Then I felt him spasm and flood me with his semen. The dickhead was jammed against my cervix bathing it with his seed.

I felt the knot of tension within me burst one last time. We clung to each other in shuddering ecstasy. We stayed like that for a while - the epitome of a female succumbing to the dominant male. Our mutual passion spent he pulled out of me. Yielding to a sense of gratitude I turned around and licked his circumcised manhood clean with my tongue. It was salty and tangy - both our juices that had mingled inside me. It was then that I realized that his semen which had flooded me was dripping out, some of it trickling down my inner thighs.

Satiated, fulfilled and exhausted we curled up together on the carpet and slept. I had never thought anyone could be a better lover than Murtaza, but Basheer was indeed even better. His wild virility had stirred me to the very depths of my own lubricity. He was a magnificent stallion ruthless, remorseless and relentless in his lust.