I lay there on the couch, naked and sweating, with Ijaz biting me neck as he fucked me gradually. I grabbed his shoulder blades and let out a moan as he hit the right spot, sensed it and increased his tempo just a little.
"Oh Ijaz... this.... is...so....goooood." I moaned as he kept going. Ijaz stopped biting my neck and kissed me as he put my legs on his shoulder and penetrated me even deeper. My moan now turned into a holler as I sensed my orgasm approaching. The first ever orgasm while being fucked. "Don't stop... don't stop...don't stop.." I pleaded.
And he did not stop. He sped up even more, and kept going until he pushed me over the edge. I was screaming as the orgasm hit, and bucking wildly. Ijaz kept going, and I kept bucking for almost a minute until I finally went still and exhaled.
"Mind if I keep going?" Ijaz asked, and I smiled and gestured him to go on. He slowed down a bit and then kept going.
Five minutes later he was still fucking me like an unstoppable stallion and I felt another orgasm approaching......
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If I have to start my story about Ijaz, I guess I need to go all the way back. Back to when I was 10 years old. I was playing hopscotch with two other girls on the playground near our house and the boys were playing cricket nearby. Ijaz, or Ijaz uncle as I called him back then, was jogging on the ground as he did every evening. Ijaz was my next door neighbor and back then he must have been 35 years old. Anyway, coming to the point, one of the boys hit the ball very hard and it hit me straight on my ear and it started to bleed. All the boys and girls gathered around me as I was lying there bleeding from my ear. Ijaz noticed the commotion and came running up to where we were. He immediately picked me up in his hands, and took me home. My mom was home alone, and my dad was out of town, so Ijaz carried me to his car and took us to the hospital. At the hospital, the doctors treated me for a mild concussion. Not a very serious injury, even though I was 10 years old, and I was back home in 3 days. That incident made me think of Ijaz as my valiant rescuer, someone who painstakingly carried me to the hospital. That was the first time I felt something weird towards another guy. That was when my crush on Ijaz began.
As I grew up and entered my teens, I started talking men with the other girls. Most of the girls had a mild crush on Ijaz. And why wouldn't they? He was handsome, charming, nice, helpful, and carried out conversations with the youngest kids on the block with amazing expertise. He didn't talk down to us kids like other adults would. And yet he was able to talk to a 7 year old like a fellow 7 year old, and a 12 year old like a fellow 12 year old. So when we girls talked, we would often daydream about Ijaz falling in love with one of us. And they would always say to me, "Neha, you are the luckiest, because he actually carried you for so long when you were hurt." My minor accident that day was treated as some sort of a lucky stroke.
So we all progressed through our teenage years like any girls in India would. Having crushes, exploring feelings, even having some "affairs", but never quite going as far as girls in America would at that age. By the time I turned 18, and reached Class 12, I had had one "boyfriend", a classmate with whom I shared my first kiss and who gave me my first grope, before we "broke up" because we fought too much. By the time I turned 18, I had also blossomed and filled out a lot more than when I was 15 or 16, and started thinking of myself as a woman and not a girl. So one day when a jock named Salil asked me out, I accepted, and soon we were a couple.
All this while, my infatuation for Ijaz had only grown. We interacted pretty regularly, since he and his wife were very friendly with my parents. But whenever he and I talked, I would blush and try to get away using some excuse or the other. The other girls teased me about my infatuation and I argued back claiming I was over that childish crush. I would even point out to Salil, the handsome and suave jock that every other girl in school lusted after, as the actual "love of my life". Yet every time I saw Ijaz, my heart would beat even faster than the last time.
Coming back to Salil, he and I had a pretty good thing going. Within a week of us dating, we had oral sex, and within a month, we had gone all the way. Sex with him was a good experience only because I got a rush about having sex. But he never actually got me to orgasm, not even orally, because the poor guy was just not experienced enough. Since his parents lived in another town and he lived in a dormitory of sorts, it was easy to find a place to do it. But even as we had sex regularly, I kept pining for something more. And then one day, a small event happened which started the whole cataclysmic chain of events.
My mom was cooking and she ran out of salt so she asked me to go get a cupful of salt from Ayesha (Ijaz's wife). I took a small bowl and went to their house next door. I rang the bell, but no one answered. I rang it again, and there was no answer for a while. So I assumed no one was home and was about to turn back when the door opened. Ijaz was standing there, wet, with a towel wrapped around his waist, and his muscular torso fully displayed.
"Oh, Neha. Sorry, Ayesha is out of town and I was in the shower. How can I help you?"
Now, you know how I felt about Ijaz. Getting to see his wet half-naked body was like letting a kid loose in a candy store. Yet, I did my best to shift my gaze from his chest to his face, and blurted out,
"Salt!"
"What?" Ijaz asked, puzzled.
I thrust the bowl towards him and said "Mom has run out of salt. Could you please give me some?"
"Oh, absolutely. Come in." He took the bowl from my hands and walked to the kitchen. As he turned around and walked, he gave me a view of his well toned back tapering into a narrow waist. For a 42 year old, this man was in amazing shape. I tried hard not to be an obvious ogler. And I think I partly succeeded.
Ijaz walked back and handed me the bowl of salt.
"I must apologize for appearing in front of you like this. Please don't report me for child molestation. Hahaha." he joked.
"Hehehe. Thank you, Ijaz uncle", I said and turned back to walk home. My mind kept repeating "Ijaz uncle... Ijaz uncle.." as if to remind me how inappropriate it was for me to think of him the way I was thinking. But I could not get the picture of his well-built torso out of my head. I handed my mom the salt, went to my room, and immediately got naked. I teased my clit for a very short while, thinking of Ijaz, and I was already orgasming. And that was just the first one that day. Clearly, it would take a while before I could get Ijaz's image out of my head.
The next day, Salil took me to his room after school again. A few seconds after entering his room, we were kissing and groping, and within a few more minutes we were naked. I couldn't help thinking about Ijaz and started getting wet really fast. He got on top of me, and entered me with an unusual ease, something which seemed to surprise him a little.
"Wow, your pussy seems to be getting used to this." He said, and started thrusting without any rhythm or technique.
Now whatever Salil's sexual shortcomings, premature ejaculation wasn't one of them. He kept going for close to ten minutes, and I had my eyes closed and my hands wrapped around him. But obviously, you know who I was thinking about. I was imagining Ijaz on top of me, and that I was hugging his muscular body. Imagining how tight and cuppable Ijaz's ass would be, my hands drifted downwards and grabbed Salil's ass. He clearly enjoyed it and started thrusting faster. As he sped up even more, for the first time in my life I started sensing that I was approaching a vaginal orgasm. We both started breathing heavier as the tempo built up, and he yelled,
"Oh Neha!!!!"
"Oh Ijaz!!" I responded loudly.
"Oh Ne..." he stopped mid-yell. I suddenly realized what I had done and turned red with embarrassment.
"What did you say?" he said.
"Don't stop, keep going!" I tried to goad him and even thrust my pelvis upwards into his penis. But it did not work. He withdrew from me and sat up, looking about ready to explode with rage.
"Did you just call me Ijaz?" he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.
"Salil, you are hurting me!" I shouted but he tightened his grip on my arm.
"Who the fuck is this Ijaz?? Are you cheating on me with some guy called Ijaz?" he hissed.
"No, Salil, don't be silly. It's not like that." I tried to shake his grip off but was unsuccessful.
"WHO IS IJAZ???" he yelled.
"My neighbor! Please let go of my arm!" I cried in pain. He let go of it and glowered at me.
