Hijabi Seduction

This story is my first on Lit and based on something that happened a few years ago.

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There was a knock at the front door. Although I wasn't expecting anyone, it was a Friday afternoon, so I was wearing a long ankle-length robe.

Friday is a holy day for Muslims so extra special attention is required to clothing and behaviour.

All I had to do was put on my hijab to cover my hair, in case it was a man. I rarely wear a hijab at work and at home, but there are times I have to, like now.

Once that was done, I walked to the door and opened it.

"Salaam Mrs M."

"Salaam Zara."

Zara was smiling. "I came over to see how you were, especially after Rina left for Uni."

"I'm ok. Come in." I opened the door wider and Zara walked in, heading straight for the kitchen, a place where Rina and Zara would have a catch-up over tea or coffee.

I followed behind her. She was wearing a flowery hijab, loose white t-shirt, jeans and trainers.

In the kitchen I made us some tea and then talked about how we both missed Lina, even though it was only a few weeks since she'd left.

Zara was 19, a year older than Lina and one year ahead of Lina in high school. Zara wasn't pretentious, which was why she'd made friends with Lina and other girls in Lina's year.

"So you still don't want to go to uni?" I asked.

"Oh no Mrs M. I'm happy with working in the boutique."

"As long as you're happy."

"I am."

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes, both of us unsure what to talk about. Zara broke the silence.

"I think you should come to the boutique. Find you something to show off your curves."

I wasn't sure whether she was criticising me or not.

"I'm fine. Those clothes aren't for women my age."

"Not sure what you mean. Our clothes are for any age. That robe is so... boring."

"Look under the table Zara."

I'd pulled up my robe up to my calves.

"Wow, black stilletos and black tights." She paused. "But hidden away and your robe does nothing for your curves. You only wear those modest robes at home and when you're shopping locally."

"Because they're comfortable."

"My outfit is comfortable."

I looked at her top. I coudn't help stare at at her firm d-cup boobs and her cleavage, shown off by the v-neck.

"See. My top shows my tits off, and I can use my hijab cover them up when I want them covered."

Zara took off her hijab and cupped her boobs. "Now I look slutty."

"Not as slutty as me" I reponded.

I stood up, took off my plain hijab and awkwardly unzipped the robe at the back, grabbed the loose material at my shoulders and pulled my robe off.

My bare 36g tits made her gasp. "Oh my god Mrs M, they're so big."

"But starting to sag."

"They look amazing. Can I ask you something?"

"Depends."

"Can I feel them?"

"Why?" I asked.

"Mine are so small."

"They're not."

"Can I feel yours? I'd love to know what they feel like."

"Ok but just quickly."

"Ok Mrs M. Stand up and turn around with your back to me."

I did as I was told. A few seconds later she was behind me, her bare boobs on my back. She'd taken off her t-shirt. Her hands rested on my waist under my arms and then slid around to my stomach. Then over my ribs onto my tits. I was shivering and my nipples were hard."

"Mmm they feel so good Mrs M." Then Zara kissed my back and neck

"What are you doing Zara?"

"Kissing my best friend's mom for letting me touch her amazing boobs." Before i could say anything, her right hand slid quickly into my tights, to my crotch and rubbed my pussy lips, and the fingers of her left hand pulled at my nipple."

"Oh fuck" I cried out.

"I've been waiting such a long time for this Mrs M. You feel so good."

I gasped again as two of her fingers dived between my lips into my soaking pussy. My head was looking up at the ceiling resting on Zara's head as she was shorter than me, especially with my heels on.

Zara pushed me towards ths kitchen table with her body and in one movement leaned me over it, my elbows on the table, and her right hand sliding around inside my tights between my legs from behind.

I used each of my hands to push my tights down, knowing what she wanted to do to me and wanting it badly.

With my elbows back on the table she slid three fingers into my wet pussy and started to fuck me hard.

My boobs were swaying in every direction. She was good at this... too good.

Her right hand moved to my clit and rubbed it. I screamed with pleasure.

"I know you and Mr M don't sleep in the same room any more, so you need this desparately. don't you?"

"I do today. But I do have a girlfriend."

"I knew there was something you were hiding from Rina. Going out until late when we were having sleepovers, leaving us unsupervised."

I was barely able to speak. "You were both old enough when I started doing that."

Zara started rubbing and fucking me hard and fast. "Come for me Mrs M."

I was already there... thrashing my head and butt in every direction as I came.

Zara didn't let me finish properly. She pulled me off the table and led me up the stairs. Her tight butt was an amazing sight. She opened my bedroom door and pushed me onto the bed, my legs dangling over the edge. She pulled off my shoes and tights and got onto the bed next to my head and I glimpsed her bare firm d-cup boobs. She straddled my head, lowered her pussy into my mouth and then lay down on me. Her hands snaked under my thighs, opened my lips wide and she started licking my pink walls.

I opened my mouth and tasted Zara's salty-sweet juices. I sucked on her clit hard and she came instantly, screaming into my pussy. But she continued licking me out. I slid two fingers into her tight cunt, wondering for a second whether she was bi or lez. She moaned in appreciation. Her lips enclosed over my clit, sucking it gently. I teased her clit, licking it once in a while. My fingers started to fuck her as fast as her tightness would let me but not wishing to hurt her.

The rhythm we set for each other was just right now. Neither of us was coming, but we were enjoying each other.

Zara's juices were delicious and slowly dripping into my mouth and onto my chin and neck.

After a good 10 minutes or more, she sucked my clit harder, pulled my lips wider and pushed as many fingers in as possible. My hips started bucking, her arms tightened around my thighs, and she sucked even harder. I screamed loudly, almost passing out, but conscious enough to suck her clit hard and fuck her hard and fast with my fingers.

Zara started screaming "Oh my god Anisha. I'm going to cum again." I don't know she had the strength, but as she screamed with her orgasm, she pulled herself almost upright, almost sitting on my face, her arms pulling my legs up into the air, my butt off the bed and her face buried in my crotch, still licking me out. I fucked her and sucked on her clit, without stopping and she came again.

Zara eased my but and legs onto the bed and rolled off me. "Do you have a strapon, Anisha?" she asked with a cheeky smile.

I reached for my bedside cabinet, slid open the top drawer and pulled out a black strapon belt with a thick 8-inch pink dildo attached to it.

Zara gently took it off me, and wore it. For a 19 year old she was so experienced.

"Sit up Anisha."

I did as I was told. She straddled my boobs and offered the dildo to my mouth. I sucked and licked it making it wet. She pushed it deeper until it was in my throat.

"I bet Mr M misses this." She pulled the dildo out and knelt between my legs. I spread them wide. In ne movement, the dildo was inside me and she was lying on top of me, her boobs under mine. Her mouth was below mine so I raised my head to kiss her. Her hips started moving, fucking me, and my tongue entered her mouth. We kissed deeply until she decided to stop, lowering her mouth onto my boobs, squeezing them together with her hands and sucking my nipples alternately.

Zara was so good at this. Her hips were thrusting the dildo into me from tip to hilt,

increasing the speed and force, whilst feasting on my big tits. For a few seconds I wondered which goddess had taught this minx so well.

The inevitable was welling up inside of my pussy. I loosely wrapped my legs around her and, with the better angle, she started to pound me as fast and as hard as she could.

I started screaming, "Yes baby. Fuck me."

Zara grabbed my legs, pushed them towards my head and held the back of my thighs, pounding me hard, fast and deep.

I wanted this to go on and on but my body started shaking, and I came screaming Zara's name over and over, and nothing else.

Zara pulled out of me, kneeling on the bed. "On your hands and knees Anisha." I did as I was told, exposing my cunt and anus. "Do you like anal?" she asked.

"No hun."

Without warning she pushed the dildo into my gaping cunt, leaned over and on me, grabbed my hanging udders and pounded my cunt, harder, faster and deeper than before.

"Fuck yes" I cried out.

Ten minutes later she was still pounding me and I hadn't come once. This was my favourite position for almost endless sex.

"Are you going to come?" asked Zara.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't come in doggy unless..." I paused.

"Unless what?"

"My clit gets rubbed."

Zara slid one hand onto my mound, onto my clit and rubbed hard. That filleed the well of sexual feelings, and I came hard.

Zara didn't stop, rubbing and pounding me. I probably came 4 or 5 times. She pulled out of me and lay down next to me, and my body collapsed onto the bed.

"No rest for the wicked. Ride my girl cock" she demanded.

I straddled the pink dildo and pushed the head onto my lips. I was still so turned on that it slid easily into my pussy. I started grinding my mound against the belt and then lifted myself up so that the head was just aboit inside me.

I started riding the dildo, up and down, with my big boobs bouncing. Zara started to swear and curse, and calling me names. So I decided it was my turn to be in charge. I dropped my upper body down, pushing my boobs onto her face.

Zara seemed to enjoy that, sucking and licking my tits. She started slapping my butt, not too hard, as I rode the dildo, moving only my hips and butt. My clit was rubbing against the base of the dildo and belt and I couldn't hold back. I came hard, screaming Zara's name.

We showered together and then I got dressed.

Then we returned to the kitchen where most of her clothes were. Zara got dressed and then rang Rina without telling me.

"Yes, I'm with your mum now. She's missing you so much and I miss you too. So, we've been comforting each other and talking about you." Her hand reached out and cupped my mound through the fresh robe I'd worn. "I can tell she needs company when you're not here."

I didn't cheat on my girlfriend with anyone except for Zara. My soon-to-be ex-husband preferred younger women... and so do I... lol.