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My Encounters With Muslim Men : A Hindu Girl' Recollections. Episode 1
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My Encounters With Muslim Men : A Hindu Girl' Recollections. Episode 1 Murtaza : Part 2 After my high school final exams in March, I was preparing for the entrance examinations for college admissions. It was early May. Very hot. My parents used to go to a hill station each year for 2 or 3 weeks to get away from the heat, once schools closed for summer vacation. That year I stayed behind because I was preparing for the college entrance examinations. The servants had also been given a vacation to visit their village, except an old maid who was left to look after me. She would be usually in the servants quarters gossiping with other servants or going out to meet friends. It was a Sunday, and I had told her I wouldn't need her. She said she would visit a friend and come back late at night. It was around 4.30 in the evening. I was relaxing after mugging for the exam when I heard the front door bell ring. When I opened the door I saw it was Murtaza uncle. He smiled and asked me if I was alone. I said I was. He knew my parents were away because everyone in the building knew since my parents had asked some neighbors to keep an eye on me for my safety. I think he had also guessed our maid was away too. He told me he had dropped by to see if I was OK. ( He said," tum theek ho ki nahi dekhne chala aaya "). I said "thank you uncle I am fine". Then he looked at my face smiled and let his gaze drop to my breasts and then back at my face. I blushed, feeling hot and flustered. Then he asked me, " Won't you offer me a cup of tea ". ( 'Arrey chai nahi pilaogi'. ) I guessed he wanted to come inside. I sensed something but thought it would be like he had been in the elevator. I must confess I was excited by the thought too. I let him in leaving our front door open. When he sat down in the drawing room I went towards the kitchen to make tea. He swiftly got up and closed the front door and came after me. He caught up with me in the dining room. Grabbing me from behind near the dining table he cupped my right breast holding me around the waist. I started to struggle while he was kissing the nape of my neck. He was whispering in my ear, ' I won't leave you today. Don't scream or try to yell. You will lose your reputation. There is no one here. Let me do all i want to do.' ( "Aaj tum ko chodunga nahi. Cheekho chilawo mut. Tumhaari hi badnaami hogi. Yahan koi nahi hai. Mujhe jo karna hai karne de. Chup chaap karwa le." ) I was frightened. It was a very different situation than in the elevator. I was wearing salwaar kameez, an Indian dress of loose pygamas and a long full sleeved shirt like top. Inside I was wearing a white lacy panty and bra which were flimsy. As I struggled in his grip he pushed me against the dining table and forced my head down. Then with his hand on my waist I felt him untying the zarbund , the string of my pygamas. Opening the strings he pulled down my salwaar and dropped it around my ankles. The sight of my half naked bum seemed to excite him. Taking time to explore my tight round rump he kept squeezing my breasts. Then he tore the front buttoned kameez and pushed up my bras baring my breasts. I felt his hard hand on the softness of my breasts, gripping, kneading them. He pinched my nipples too. I was breathless, completely overwhelmed by this assault on my full naked breasts. I felt hot and flustered, quite unlike the brief gropings during Holi or in the elevator. It was a very strange feeling, shame mixed with growing excitement. He pulled down my panties to my knees. Then for a very brief moment his grip on me relaxed as he unbuttoned his trousers and stepped out of them. He now pressed against me again. He was naked and had not worn an underwear. I realized at that moment that he had planned this and had come prepared. Then I felt his naked manhood, erect, huge and thick rubbing against my bare buttocks. I gasped. He took his hands off my breasts pushing me down on the dining table and crowding in behind me. Then I felt his moist, hard, hot, cut Muslim manhood nudging open the lips of my labia. Then he thrust hard and I screamed. But he had put his hand over my mouth and muffled my scream. He was ruthless in his thrusts but my cunt was tight resisting the intruder. And then I felt and even sharper pain as he broke through the resistance. I felt a bit of relief but he was remorseless in his thrusting penetrating me even deeper. It felt like a thick burning shaft going in deeper to explore the hidden recesses of my feminity. He had violated me; he had invaded me to my very depth; he had occupied my body. Now he was thrusting in long strokes enjoying me to the fullest. As he kept thrusting without mercy I felt a strange heat within me. The pain was replaced by a type of ache, a prolonged sweet ache. My body was moving without my wanting it to move. I felt him hard thick and throbbing inside me and I felt an urge to push back on his manhood. I heard him chuckle. He relaxed his hold on my body. Once again he cupped my breasts squeezing it hard and touching my nipples. My whole body was suffused with a strange kind of tension. His other hand was now caressing my flanks, my buttocks. Then he reached out and grabbed my hair pulling my head up. My back was now arched like a bow. He was now thrusting with abandon and I felt myself responding to him without any shame. He had sheathed his hardness to the hilt in me. I was lost in a haze of sensual pleasure in which I forgot the pain. We writhed and moved together, locked in a whirl of passion playing out a scene of domination and submission. Then I felt him swell inside me and he gave a powerful heave and I felt him flooding me with his seed. I let out a muted cry as my own release swept over me in waves. He held me tight against his hips, still hard until I shuddered to my own sticky climax. Then he pulled out of me wiping himself on my panties and salwaar. Pulling on his trousers he left telling me that I was now his bitch and he would take me when ever he wanted. ( 'Ab tu meri kuttiya hai. Jab chahunga tab lunga. Khabar daar kisi se kaha to.') Murtaza left me there defiled and violated. I then got off the table and looked down and saw a lot of blood on my thighs and my panty and salwaar on which he had wiped himself. I felt raw and bruised. But there was a glow too and a strange lassitude. I slowly cleaned myself and had a shower. I tore up my bloody panty and salwaar. Putting them in a packet I threw them away in the garbage. I didn't want anyone to know what had happened. In the next few days I relived those moments of being possessed by Murtaza. It was a memory of fear and pain, but more than that a sense of shameful intense pleasure. I had enjoyed the rock hard thick fullness of his manhood invading my body. Even today I get lost sometimes in a reverie of how I lost my virginity to Murtaza. That day, in that right of passage to womanhood, I realized the full extent of my own sexuality and the depth of my sensuality. [I]Read the sequel in my next post |
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Hey There Lendrika  I think i need to acknowledge ..in fact Confess  that your re collection sequel Murtaza : Part 2 managed to create the same vibe and my curiosity was at its extreme peak level as such we all have been waiting to know (katappa Ne Bahubali ko kyu Mara) Why did Katappa Kill Bahubali - Sequel Part 2.  Murtaza Part 2 sequel of yours is Really Dhakad.. ..Aroused my each senses ...further adding of desi Tadkas.... "Aaj tum ko chodunga nahi. Cheekho chilawo mut. Tumhaari hi badnaami hogi. Yahan koi nahi hai. Mujhe jo karna hai karne de. Chup chaap karwa le." ) ..Zarbund....acted as words Viagra  Your post has everything ...possessing all the requisites... Shyness, intimacy, Moaning  , Screaming, Assault , Extreme Men Force (lol) Sweet Pain, Evolvement of your Feminism, Stepping of yours into Womanhood at Sweet 18 & Finally the satisfaction of Happy ORGASMIC Climax Ending .I fully agreed "He had planned this and had come prepared" Murtaza wearing no Under wear seems encounter planned ahead and most importantly Assaulting and intruding bare back with no Condom mean his clear intention to Invade a Hindu Gal tight Cunt with a Muslim Cut Cock  Cheers 
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9/5/2017 7:17 pm |
Hello Bull, You are very perceptive. He did tell me later that he wanted to impregnate me. I part 3 I mention about taking pills to prevent that. I have described it just as it happened. No exaggerations or embellishments. I guess that is why it is authentic and rings very true to you guys who read it.
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Lendrika, I never thought you would take my advise seriously and write about your experiences with Muslim guys!! The Murtaza story Part 1 and Part 2 is simply awesome. It is also similar to my own experience with several Hindu girls. When you deflower them they become real cock sluts !!
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Hello Bull, You are very perceptive. He did tell me later that he wanted to impregnate me. I part 3 I mention about taking pills to prevent that. I have described it just as it happened. No exaggerations or embellishments. I guess that is why it is authentic and rings very true to you guys who read it. I guess your Next Sequel - Part 3 will be more Kinkyhappym; Cheers
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Lendrika isi se aapka real naam b pta chla
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N u enjoy his cock daily without any fail
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Ur first sex is full of fun n pain as it forceful entry in u
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I felt u r not violated u want to get fucked so u gv him chance otherwise surely u explain incidents to all n lodge complaint bt u wish he cm n fuck u hard n gv u independence frm restrictions of virginity
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He nicely fucked u n enjoyed ur virgin pussy
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hottttttttt
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Sweet Lendrika. You surely are a star among immature writers. Your choice of words and flow of event after the other keeping the continuity with gradual building of sexual tension within one self speaks of your charming erotica . Explaining in a blissful way the mixed emotions of fear & excitement, pain and pleasure, shame and lust was absolutely amazing. The balance of these emotions which you depicted so beautifully made both of you to have orgasm almost simultaneously. Otherwise most of the women do not have orgasms in their first encounters and the reason is that either of the negative emotions take the lead  .According to my limited observation every human is different to others in their physiology and psychology. Further more their personality and to some extent their behavious develop as governed by their circumstances and atmosphere they had in their lives. Some have the insatiable desire for sex and some are very cold in this respect by their nature. Some are shy and some are bold in their expression of love, hate & desire You being sweetly unique by having the insatiable sexual nature and having love for the circumcised manhood was able to bear the crudeness and violation of middle aged sex offender . In my humble opinion thank God he had a knack to recognize the ones who were inclined towards the forbidden pleasures and that is why he only came for you among the rest of your play mates. But what if he would have presumed wrong about you. What if you were different from what you were (not inclined towards the forbidden pleasures). What if your body language and 'adayain' of that time have given him the wrong indications about you. Then God forbid it would have been a disaster. A svere mental trauma from which you could have never come out for the entire life. Many girls in our society become victim of such 'Hawas k Pujari'  ......But after saying all this we are so thankful to Murtaza Uncle for introducing you to the raw sexual experience growing on which you became the most alluring wild Diva on this site rather than becoming a docile house wife always being shy of your sexual awareness.
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3/21/2018 3:06 am |
Hey C4H, You are very right. I guess the predator is skilled in knowing which prey wants to be caught. He senses the inner desire lying unexpressed inside her.
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I just love these blogs keep the coming xxxx
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U r too hot then y any one let u go away before enjoying ur hot body n hot holes
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