Her breasts pulled taut against the fabric of her hijab. He could see from the outline that she wasn't wearing a bra. He was pretty sure she wasn't wearing any panties either. Today was the day
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She had resisted at first. He was cute, but he wasn't her religion. And even if he was, she couldn't risk sleeping with him. They had almost found out the last time she had fooled around. And the penalty for adultery under Sharia law was death by stoning. He was cute, but he wasn't that cute!
But he had persisted. And she had started to feel herself give in. She couldn't explain the way she felt about him. It wasn't love. There was definitely lust, but it was more than that. These days she was unmistakably more aware of her pussy lips rubbing together when she walked with him. And she had to change her underwear everytime he leaned in to whisper in her ear. He wouldnt stop whispering in her ear. So she stopped wearing underwear. And if he made a move again, she would devour him like a starved panther. Damn the consequences.
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They met under the old oak tree. He had been staring at her in class all day. She had kept his gaze and felt herself getting consistently wetter. She had to excuse herself when she realised she was subconciously grinding the chair. He had come out minutes later.
He smelled so good! And he was built like Adonis.
No one was around, but to be fair, at this stage, she didn't care. She wanted him inside her now! If it meant death then so be it.
He helped her up the tree. His hands on her hips and then on her ass made her shudder. Then he joined her.
The kiss was urgent, but gentle. She pulled down his trousers, he rolled up her hijab. Expertly. Like he had done this before.
She mounted him. It was like an explosion within her. She had this one opportunity with him and she was going to make the most of it. She rode him like a cowboy.
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They lay in the moonlight. They hadn't returned to class. They had been there all day. Enjoying each other repeatedly. Now they lay on the grass, spent. She gazed into his eyes.
"I have to go. Its my turn with Alhaji tonight."
hehe..this came to me on my lunch break...typed it out on the Blackberry
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device
16 comments:
Since i cld not claim first on the main blog- i'll claim it here. lol! woo-hoo!
shit!
second :(
Sorry TDVA. I shall visit ur blog gon sef- think u might have stopped by mine?
I like this story scribbles. LOL!! On d tree again- i like VERY much! So dis girl get husband. Sharia law no dey fear her.
Good job. Keep them rolling! :)
hehehehe. poor hubby!
tigeress, u are welcome anytime. it's basically bare sha.
why waws she walking around without a bra in the first place? trouble maker!
the girl is Alhaji's fourth wife and he is 3 times her age...i didn't know how to work that into the plot...it only occurred to me to add Alhaji at the very end...final twist
wow you are really good. if alhaji catch that them walai talai they ll see more than sharia law
d boy can like to tempt!!!!
hw na?e no even send pe d girl wear hijab
oh yeah, THIRD!!!
loving this Mr Scribble!!!!
nice..i enjoyed d story, very well crafted.
why and how do these stories come to u oh mr. sex on the brain?!
wet, wet, wet!
urm... that's the chorus of a song...
ok, i'm out!
Smaragd!!!!
wet wet wet ke?
scribbles see wetin u don cause eh?
That was well written..hmm what if Alhaji had her followed? She no even fear!
So this is what u do during breaks, ehn? Lol..
idan n lo labe hiab(a lot ofaction going on under the hijab)
Lol @ he wouldn't stop whispering in her ear so she stopped wearing underwear...
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