Kareema, My Ex-love Next Door – Part 5 (Last Part)
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I am qamaar again. Enjoy the last part of my story…..when I woke up, I saw that she was asleep by me, with her head and left hand on my chest and her left leg on my legs. I looked at this beauty queen sleeping by. She had hair of hazelnut color like that of my sister. complexion was more like a bright white color of Semitic people. thin eye-brows, pointed but not too big nose, ears of right size, lips little wider than nose and somewhat thin lips…she had every physical quality of beauty. I really felt sad because that I had no opportunity to marry her, but still I felt grateful about her husband rather than angry. the freedom he allowed for her is what allowed me to satisfy myself. She was deep asleep as always. I rubbed my right hand fingers through her hair, kissed her forehead, stood up leaving her alone, walked outside and looked at the time. It was about 10 am…damn! we have slept for too long! tomorrow, I gotta go to university as well. will she decide to leave here today or tomorrow? as she did not work, she could have stayed here as long as she wishes. but hey, my university is at walking distance from here. why should I really worry about anything. but, still, what if her mom comes? she may come at any moment! I wanted to wake her up and tell about this matter, so I held her in my hands, putting my hands around her waist and started kissing her, all over. She woke up in minutes. “Qamaar…hey! naughty boy!” she said as she held my neck and french kissed with me for a while. She was in bottom. “So, how are you feeling my naughty boy?” “Well, good, just like any moment with you. how are you?” “Mh, I feel great, greater than ever. I was so sorry when you were hurt. what happened?” “Well, it is not healthy for men to have sex for too many times continuously, I mean not sex but climaxes, or the other brain starts aching like nothing! that happened but worry not, that happens only a few times. After, it stops happening” I rubbed my nose-tip against hers. She smiled, with her eyes closed. Then I kissed her lips for once. Her boobs were pressed against me and that sensation was inexplicable. I pressed my face against the right side of her neck and pressed her against me until she said “qamaar, I can hardly breath” then I smelled her neck and repeatedly kissed it for a while. I heard her smile. “You never get fed of me, do you?” “What kinda man gets fed of someone like you, kareema? only someone who lacks manhood does. If you decide to stay away from me for any reason, I do not know where and how i will end up” “No, please do not make me sad!” I looked at her eyes. they were dry but looking sad. she rubbed my left cheek with her right palm and said, “We met randomly and now have ended up here. you are the 1st man I found in my life this way, and I hope to make you the last one who entered my life this way” as a Buddhist, I believed that I can die at any time, even in her own arms but i did not say it. “Not that, is your mom not coming today? I do not think I should stay here while she comes! we will be busted” “Do not worry. she will call me before coming here. I wanna call her. May I?” I left her, stood up and helped her stand as well. as she went downstairs to call her mother, I went to oil my cock… maybe you are wondering why. yeah, it is time for anal sex! As I went to the kitchen, she was at the phone, looking at me. We smiled at each other and I went for the oil bottle. Cooking oil was the best oil out there but I really doubted if it could make my penis greasy enough. “well, try or die” I told myself. As I went back towards her with my greasy penis, and the oil bottle, she was talking to someone in Tamil. Local Muslims usually speak in that language. I silently went behind her and cupped her boobs, getting her pressed among my body and arms. She covered her headset, turned to me and said with a fake anger, “Qamaar, you just cannot leave me alone, can you?” And started the call again. I smiled at her and went on playing with her boobs and kissing her down to her ass, rubbing her all the way. She quickly finished the call with a “ma assalama” and put down the handset. I kissed a few times on her ass-cheeks and widened it a bit. “ouch!” “Oh I am sorry, kareema. I never meant to hurt you” “I know you did not…qamaar, I have no idea what you sometimes do! I am on a call and you start off with me again…uff!” She was looking at my hands as I pushed my index and middle fingers of my right hand into her ass. They were going very easily. “Mmh! It feels good” she whispered passionately. Maybe her virgin ass is not as narrow as I thought. I oiled inside her ass well. Then I put out my hand and said, “Okay, I will wash my hand and come. Wait here” I kissed her lips and set off. I washed my hand and came back to her. Her ass and my cock was dripping with oil. I turned her to the other side, bent her down until her upper body was parallel to earth, exposed her ass-hole and slowly started getting in. She at once stopped me. “Qamaar, that hurts a little. Are you sure we can enjoy this really?” “1st time hurts everyone, honey. But worry not. If it hurts that badly, we shall not do it again. Ready?” She nodded in agreement but hesitantly as well. Little by little, I completely entered her. Her eyes were shut tight. “Okay kareema, now look at it” I said. She looked at the cock. “Oh god! I did not even feel it that much! How did you do it?” “Oil power, eh! So…shall we?” “Yeah…and mom said she would not come today so we have time…ah!” She started moaning in my rhythm. After a few seconds, I started groping her boobs, putting my arms below her armpits. She held my hands and pressed them against her boobs. After another while, I pulled her and got her pressed against my body, among my body and hands. Then, I kissed her from right shoulder to her right ear. Then she turned her face towards me and we french-kissed for a while. She was rubbing my face while we were kissing. “Ah yeah qamaar…you are touching me where I have never been touched before…” She must be telling about the inside of her ass. I responded, “Oh yeah sweetie…as a real man, it is my duty to please my lustful beauty queen…I am gonna do on you till you pass out…” I kept fucking her ass, simultaneously rubbing her from neck to thighs, groping her boobs, pinching her nipples, kissing her, licking her ears, rubbing her pussy with my fingers, fingering her pussy and sometimes even fingering her mouth. Every time I did that, she sucked my fingers as if she was gonna dry it off. But she never bit them. I moved my fingers in her mouth, hitting against her tongue. There was no way I can go too fast on her as I was afraid my skin of penis would get torn. But she later turned towards me and said, “Why slow, darling?…speed up” and I kissed her lips repeatedly, and started speeding up. I was going fast but at a safe speed. I was starting to feel some itch around my penis tip. I stopped at once and slowly pulled my penis outta her. She turned back to me, and hesitantly asked, “What happened darling? Why did you stop?” I looked at my penis. Oh damn! It was lightly bleeding. Surely a little bit of skin must have been torn somewhere where it was sewed to the penis, when I was surgically circumcised. It did not hurt but it itched a bit, and there were a drop of blood. “Oh no! What has happened?” She asked as she covered her mouth with her hands. Tears were starting to appear in her eyes. “I guess I went too fast while inside you was not greasy enough. This has happened to me when I masturbated too fast as well because hands are never greasy enough for that kinda fast penis movements” She put her hands on my neck and said “oh I am sorry darling. I asked you to speed up but I never thought this would happen. What shall I do? Is this gonna ruin our day?” “Not the day but surely it will ruin the next hour. Penis needs a complete rest and do not worry, then I will be alright” I smiled at her. She smiled, while still half-crying. It was beautiful when she was crying. But I was not an asshole to make her cry on purpose and enjoy it. “Hey, stop crying my love” and I kissed her forehead. “Let us go lay for a while. Then we can enjoy again. Come on” I tried to accompany her towards the bedroom. Good that my cock did not bleed too hard. If it did, I would even end up dead..who knows? 1st I washed its blood. Then I accompanied her to the room, held her from behind and laid on the bed. Then, I turned her towards me. “So Qamaar…” She palmed my face “will it take long?” “Not very long…just about an hour, I promise” I kissed her lips. She kissed me back and when I stopped, smiled at me. We kept hugging each other and fell asleep…almost. My mobile rang. I soon got up and answered. It was mom! She was looking why I left without informing her. I lied a lot and told her that I would come that day. Later, I explained what had happened to kareema, and she decided to come with me. We got dressed, made out for a while and departed. I was not in a mood for any fun as my cock was hurt, but we did things on the way back. It was about 7pm when we got off. I accompanied her to her house, kissed her lips, wished her, “Layl alkhair, ya habibti” “Wow…layl annur, ya habibi. ahibbuka” “Wa ahibbuki. Salam” “Salam” she smiled and closed the door. Now, we come together whenever we can. I left the boarding where I stayed when I attend university and came to board in her house in that district. My sexual life has been broadened a lot, all thanks to her… Hope you guys enjoyed. Wait for the next story. Bye!