Murtaza: the Epilogue

Part: 4

During my first and second year at college in Delhi our relationship continued. Because of the difference in our age and the need for secrecy I could not go out with him. He could for the same reason not take me to a hotel. So, he continued using this safe place in our building itself even though it was quite inconvenient. He started taking me there when the coast was clear and Sundays and holidays when the maintenance staff were not there. I often wondered if he had bribed the maintenance staff to keep out of the way, because we were never caught. We would slip in.

It was dark and dingy. The place was not too clean either, so we could not lie down. Except when he managed to bring a durry and a sheet with him, we did it standing. He would make me bend over and enter me from behind. When he brought the durry and sheet, he would make me to kneel and suck him and then make me kneel on all fours and mount me from behind. He loved mounting from behind. I also started liking it the most. Because we had to be surreptitious and find a safe opportunity, we used to do it only twice or thrice a month.

A few times, when his wife was away from the city with his children, he secreted me into his apartment and spent whole afternoons taking me in different positions. One incident in summer stands out in my memory. College was closed for summer vacation. He called me in the afternoon to tell me no one was at his home, and I should drop in on him. My Mom was also out visiting friends. Seeing the coast was clear I slipped into his apartment. He was waiting for me in the drawing room.

As soon as I entered, he went and bolted the front door. Turning back, he pulled me to him and started kissing me on my lips ruthlessly. His hands were all over me. While his left hand was squeezing and cupping my right breast, his right hand, which was around my waist slipped down to caress my buttocks and pull me close to him. I felt his manhood rearing up and stiffening against my crotch as he rotated his hips. I felt my own excitement rising and kissed him back passionately. He suddenly broke our embrace. I was wearing a saree and blouse.

He took my paloo off my shoulder. Swiftly unbuttoning my blouse, he peeled it off threw it on the sofa. Then he unhooked my bra with a practiced hand, and it joined my blouse on the sofa. I thought he was going to kiss my breasts and so lifted them up to be worried by his mouth. But his intention was different. He quickly unwound my saree and untied my petticoat string. Pulling them both off my body, he threw them also on the sofa. Without losing a minute he pulled off my panties and sent them flying to join my saree and petticoat on the sofa.

Now as I stood before him completely naked and confused as to what he was going to do, he tore his clothes off and came up to me stark naked. I could see his huge manhood rearing up between his thighs from the forest of black curls. He caught hold of my hair and started forcing me down. Now I realized what he wanted. I slid down onto my knees. While going down my mouth left a trail on his hairy muscled chest and then the line of dark hair on his stomach still on my knees. As I knelt before him his hard thick phallus with the big throbbing head was before me.

Though I had sucked him before I had never seen his "Lund and Supara" like this in clear light jerking vigorously. The thickly veined shaft with its unhooded angry red head hypnotized me. I could not take my eyes off the magnificent "lund" of this Muslim man so much older than me. I could see a drop of pre-cum forming in the eye of his "supara" as it reared before my face. Unable to resist the fascination my head bent forward, and my tongue darted out to flick the tip of his huge knob. As I tasted the drop forming in the eye of his dickhead, I heard him gasp and make a guttural sound.

Encouraged by his enjoyment I let my lips kiss the tip and wetly slide over the throbbing circumcised knob. His body arched and he grabbed my hair with his left hand. Then he pulled my head cruelly on to his manhood forcing his shaft into my mouth. My lips formed a tight O around the girth of that "Lund ". He was now forcing it in and out of my mouth rapidly. Thrusting it deep into my throat and then pulling back while still tightly gripping my hair and using it to move my head back and forth. He was now completely in the grip of unrestrained lust savagely thrusting into my mouth.

Caught helplessly in the frenzy of his passion I relished his compelling me holding by the hair to move my head. Cheeks hollowing, I sucked his shaft eagerly wrapping my tongue around it. I felt the knob swell in my mouth and throb. I sucked harder knowing he was about to come. But he pulled out of my mouth very suddenly at that point. As he pulled his throbbing phallus out, I saw his white cum spilling. He directed the jet now squirting on to my face and my breasts. I felt the hot sticky gobs of white cum cascading all over my face and then dribbling on to my breasts. He held my head tightly as he shot wads and wads of cum on my face and breasts.

Kneeling I felt his strange excitement in defiling me this way. I licked the cum fallen on the sides of my mouth. He spread the thick cum on my face with his hands. Then he reached down and massaged the cum dripped on my breasts into their softness. Now he allowed me to stand and admonished me not to wipe his cum off my face or breasts. He left me in the drawing room and went inside his house. A few minutes later I saw him come back with a long mirror.

Leaning the mirror on one of the chairs he came back to me and positioned me leaning over the back of the sofa looking into the mirror. I saw my face covered with cum now drying. He pressed in from behind his face resting on my shoulder. I saw him grinning and blushed at the sight of my disheveled face and hanging breasts covered with drying cum. It was a lewd spectacle, but I felt a strange kind of exhilaration too.

He was now pressed tightly against my bum, and I felt his hanging shaft starting to harden. As he was hardening against my buttocks he was looking into my eyes in the mirror and smiling. With both hands he cupped my breasts kneading and squeezing them hard. I felt my hips sway as I pressed back against him. Suddenly he smacked my right buttocks with a stinging slap. I cried out in surprise. It hurt but surprisingly I felt great exhilaration too. I could feel the heat of desire carousing through my body leaving me entirely at his mercy.

I felt him now hard as rock grinding against my buttocks and our eyes locked together in the mirror. He guided the thick hard head of his phallus between the moist lips of my womanhood. As we looked into each other's eyes in the mirror he thrust. I winced with pain as he grinned. But I was wanting that sweet pain too. My back arched with pleasure as I pushed back trying to sheath his hugeness more into me. That is when he gave me another stinging slap on my buttocks and shafted me even harder. I winced. I could see the triumphant look in his eyes as he gritted his teeth and slammed in again.

We were moving together in a frenzied rhythm looking into each other's eyes in the mirror. My mouth was open panting, and I was wincing each time he thrust with a hard dig against my quivering buttocks. With his chin on my shoulder, he was watching my reactions to his wild bucking behind me. His knees were spreading my thighs apart as he kept spearing me. His phallus was like a hot shaft of iron going into my deepest core. I felt him swell and throb inside me. I was grasping his manhood and squeezing it inside my cunt.

Then I felt a sudden wave of intense pleasure sweep over my whole body as I started climaxing. Even as I shouted incoherently, I felt him cum, flooding my cunt. He shot wads and wads of hot cum which scalded the walls of my pussy. I was wringing his huge shaft milking it as it throbbed inside me. He grabbed my hip and standing still stuck against my bum. I also stood rigid enjoying his thick hardness filling me with his seed. We stood like that stuck together enjoying our mutual release. I felt him growing flaccid. He separated from me, pulling out his manhood. I felt a stream of his cum pouring out of me.

I turned my head and kissed him as his cum flowed down my thighs. He now led me to the bathroom of his bedroom. We showered and washed each other, caressing and cuddling under the spray of water. It was getting late. So, I went back to the drawing room and got dressed. I left him in a hurry because I was afraid my mom would have come home. When I reached home, I found she had and was asking the servants where I was. Seeing me she was relieved. I told her I had gone to the British Council Library. When she asked how because she had been using the car I lied that I took a three-wheeler. She appeared reassured. I realized I had become a consummate liar.

After that I kept seeing Murtaza. Over two years of meeting him for sex I learnt a lot about him. He also taught me a lot. How to please a man while sucking him. How to respond when a man was taking me. How to provoke and arouse a man. How to have sex as an overwhelmingly pleasurable sensual experience. Not to get into relationships of shallow sentimentality with men. He helped me in acknowledging my own sexuality honestly. He told me he loved deflowering Hindu girls. He had taken the virginity of many Hindu girls. He also recounted his experiences with a lot of married Hindu women too.

While he was in a relationship with me, he continued having sex with others. He taught me not to be jealous. He talked about why Hindu girls and women in sarees held such a fascination for Muslim men. He felt the saree as a dress was subtle but very enticing. The saree covers a lot of the body but gives glimpses of the lush curves of the Hindu woman, which hold the promise of unrestrained enjoyment. Especially when worn with sleeve less blouses, deep necks and backless design it arouses the deepest lust in Muslim men.

He explained to me the special feeling that Muslim men of the sub-continent get in having sex with Hindu women and girls- the feeling of domination, invading and occupying our bodies. He told me they freaked out on our blazing sexuality when we not only surrendered and submitted but responded eagerly to their lewdest overtures. They knew of the hidden desires and unending hunger of Hindu girls for the virility and fullness of Muslim manhood and exploited it for their own unrestrained enjoyment.

He told me Hindu girls are like bitches, unashamed and wanting to be mounted ruthlessly, relentlessly and remorselessly. (" Tum log bikul kutiyoon ki tarah ho, bilkul behaya. Besharam ho ke karwati ho, jab hum chadhte hain tum pe berehami se.") My own deep sensuality found expression in our relationship. I was disconsolate and inconsolable when he was transferred from his post and had to leave Delhi. We never met after that. He lives in my memories as the one who awakened and fashioned my young sexuality.