Indian Village Girl trapped in USA

Once again, thanks to Rustyoznail, who has always helped me not just to edit my story but also bounce around ideas and beta read and review my story. He plays a huge part in bringing my stories to life.

He has also adapted some of my characters, Madiha and Neha into his series.

Watch out for the third part which will hit this summer contest.

Also a shoutout to bdrew86 for beta reading.

Now back to the story.

“Huhh… huhh… huhh…”

The shallow pants of Prasad were louder than Meghna’s moans as he was humping on top of her in the dark bedroom. During a normal day, Meghna would be praying that he lasted longer but tonight she just wanted to get it over with. She convinced him not to switch on the light as she was afraid it might expose the “love” bruises and marks made by Travis.

With a huge grunt, he finally came and ejaculated inside her. Her husband then rolled off and within two minutes started snoring. Meghna was unsatisfied. It was one thing until very recently when she never had an orgasm, but after the marathon session today with Travis where she was showered with orgasms, she felt more irritated after tasting the forbidden fruit.

Meghna got up and draped her nightie over her shoulders and went to the bathroom. She cleaned herself but her body was shaking as it craved another orgasm. She sat on the commode and touched her clitoris with her hand. She felt a mini electric surge. She started rubbing herself, and it felt so good. She used her fingers to roll around it, then put two fingers inside her vagina while her thumb was caressing her clit.

‘Wow, this is so much better than sex from Prasad.’ she thought. She had heard vague ideas from friends on how to masturbate but there was also an urban legend that it could tear your hymen and make you not bleed at first night. This then cast doubts in your new husband’s mind if you really are a virgin or not.

But now she has no issues with that and she kept doing it faster. Images of Travis flashed in her mind where he was inserting his big hard cock inside her. She subconsciously used her left hand to caress her breasts. She lost control over herself and was moaning automatically. She totally forgot that Prasad might wake up and find her in the bathroom as her mind was full of visions of Travis and his huge cock. Why was she so fascinated looking at that unaesthetic piece of muscle on his body?

Meghna kept doing it as fast as she could. Her fingers were hitting the roof of her inner walls and pressing her G-spot. She finally had her orgasm. It felt so good but it wasn’t as intense as the one Travis gave her. She rested back for a minute as she tried to get back her breath.

Once the euphoria of orgasm settled in, tears automatically started falling out of her eyes. The dam of resistance had finally broken and she came back to reality. She didn’t just cry but was bawling loudly as if she lost everything. She realised that she had just masturbated to an orgasm while thinking of her rapist.

What a bad wife she was. She had cheated on her husband and hid it. But wasn’t she raped? She wondered if she really got raped. Didn’t she enjoy it? So much that she just masturbated thinking of him?

But wasn’t she forced? But didn’t she buckle too easily? Would it still be called rape? What did she actually know about rape? Very little really, other than protests were held now and then in India, only for people to forget until another poor girl met the same fate.

The only thing she knew about rape were the 80’s Bollywood revenge movies based on the “Death wish” series, where the hero turns vigilante after his wife gets raped. They usually have an elaborate rape scene to titillate the audience. The villain usually chases the woman into a forest or his manor. He tears off a piece of clothing on an insignificant part of her body like an arm or a leg as Indian censor boards don’t allow nudity. He falls on her and she struggles while he tries to hold her. Then the camera shows the sky followed by a loud scream, and in the next scene she is seen either crying or dead due to the ordeal.

Her’s wasn’t anywhere close to that. She was so docile. She took him to the bedroom and voluntarily removed her clothes despite knowing his intentions. But he threatened her that he was an ex-convict and her primal instincts opted for self-preservation.

But her mind was reminded of the practice of jauhar, which originated when the Islamic invaders used to rape the womenfolk of the region they captured and then sold them as sex slaves. Therefore, once the news arrived of the fort getting breached, the women used to jump into open fires so that even their corpses weren’t available for the invaders to rape. Having come from such a society where chastity is revered, how could she justify that she had sex with her rapist?

What would Prasad think if she told him? Would he believe that she was raped? Already he was apprehensive that she might cheat on him and he would use this as proof. Even if he didn’t think she was raped, his family would be happy to dump her. After all, they had conned a million in the name of dowry. She cried even more thinking of how her father would be the laughing stock of the village if his daughter was branded a whore. Travis was right. She couldn’t tell her husband.

The next two days were hell for her as the pressure inside was building up like a pressure cooker. Meghna felt she would burst if she didn’t find a way to vent it out. She couldn’t talk to her mother without the presence of Prasad and she couldn’t trust any of her new friends. But maybe there was one person who would understand…

Steve was watching the highlights of the NBA match on his cable when he heard a quiet knock on his door. He opened to see Meghna standing there. Her face looked as if she was going to cry any minute. She just walked in and sat on the sofa.

Steve looked at her in surprise and wondered why of all these days she decided to come into his house and why was she looking at the ground. He sat next to her and took her hands in his large hands.

Meghna couldn’t take it anymore and started crying. Steve was confused about what to do but kept touching her hands hoping to calm her. Surprisingly, it worked. She slowly started to hold back her tears and get a grip on herself.

She then slowly narrated her incident with Travis. She could feel the grip on Steve’s hands stiffen as she slowly told him how Travis tricked her into inviting him into the house and had his way with her.

Steve’s shoulders slumped and his expression showed a defeated look as if he wasn’t surprised by his son’s transgression.

“I’m really sorry.” he said, “It’s all my fault. I failed as a father. I should have fought harder for custody rights.”

Meghna was puzzled by his reply. “Why? How?”

“I decided to enlist in the army at twenty, just after I entered college.” he continued. “And like many soldiers, I rushed into marriage with my girlfriend. I believed that true love existed and marrying a white woman was a status symbol for people like me. I was posted abroad and was working hard. But I didn’t know that my wife was blowing the money I sent for buying a house on drugs and boyfriends. She was so good at hiding stuff and I was so foolish. I even forgave her twice, hoping she would change but she just wouldn’t stop cheating on me.”

He sighed deeply and looked out the window. “When I finally filed for divorce, she lodged a domestic violence complaint against me. I was arrested. I tried hard at least to get custody of my child. But the jury had already passed their verdict when they saw a burly black man on one side and a petite sobbing white woman on the other side. I got a suspended sentence but had to pay alimony and child support which she blew away on drugs until she OD’d a few years ago. Travis grew up in a house with a revolving door of crack-addicted boyfriends and their influence ruined him. I didn’t even have money to re-appeal for custody. Now I’m still working while my vet buddies are enjoying their retirement.”

He looked back at her, his brown eyes misty thinking of the torment this poor woman had been through with his blood. “But that doesn’t matter anymore. I can apply for a loan from Veteran Affairs. I’m ready to fund the trial costs for convicting my son. It’s the only way for my penance for not raising him properly. I also know a few lawyer buddies who will take your case.”

“No…” screamed Meghna. “NO NO NO!”

Steve was surprised as she burst out crying again. He didn’t think that his offer of retribution would have such a bad effect on her.

“Please,” she pleaded, “I cannot have my husband know about this.’

“What?” asked Steve incredulously, “Why not? Do you want Travis to get away with this?”

“No,” she said faintly. “But I don’t care. I will be the one who will be punished more than he ever will be.”

“That’s nonsense.” rebuked Steve. “American courts can grant you closed sessions to protect your anonymity.”

“That’s not the problem.” she sobbed. “The problem is my husband. He will put the entire blame on me. He will call me an adulteress and a cheat. He will use this to divorce me.”

“That’s preposterous!” thundered Steve. He wasn’t sure if Travis knocked her brains out while fucking. What kind of person would think a husband would blame his wife for getting raped?

Meghna burst into another episode of crying. He gently lifted her onto his lap and tried to comfort her. It took around ten minutes for her to calm down. Then she slowly narrated how her husband’s family cheated her parents by telling them he was a rich NRI and demanded a large dowry. How her mother in law kept a leash on her through her son. How her husband never treats her with anything. How he had stopped her from visiting their friends as he suspected her of cheating.

Steve’s dark face was becoming redder as he kept listening to her sad tale. He had always found Prasad a shifty person but never did he think he was so diabolical. He couldn’t believe that his lovely neighbour had been screwed over by this scumbag so royally. He hugged her tightly and allowed her to cry on his shoulder.

Meghna was so happy with the warm shoulder that she kept crying as if she was in the arms of her father. It gave her a bit of relief and confidence. She finally stopped crying and then looked at him sadly.

“The worst part is that I ended up enjoying the rape by your son and I can’t stop thinking about it.” she sighed. A tear once again came out of her eyes.

“Am I that bad a person that I enjoyed cheating on my husband?” Her question was more rhetorical to herself.

“No dear,” said Steve softly. “It is completely natural, especially when your husband is a ten-second Tom.”

Meghna looked at him, totally puzzled by his words.

“You see,” explained Steve, “The walls aren’t that thick and I can hear your ‘bedroom noises’ sometimes. I can easily tell that he doesn’t last long.”

Meghna smiled at her bitter life.

“You see, your upbringing hates what happened but your body wants it. It’s a perfectly natural thing for every human being.” continued Steve. “We had an Algerian Muslim named Khalid in our platoon. He was a deeply religious guy. Of course, it was a simpler time when religious Muslims weren’t flying planes into skyscrapers. He was the first Muslim – American in our base and the Army made sure that he was well taken care of.”

“He had a separate halal meal, and he had permission to take breaks for his prayers. He was a very decent guy and we all respected his beliefs. Once we were stationed in Incheon, South Korea and the locals invited us for a feast to celebrate the US-Korea friendship.”

Meghna had dropped her head onto his shoulder and he gently ran his fingers through her hair. “We had a variety of items that the locals didn’t label. So Khalid took a load of dumplings and was helping himself. Then one of them said that it was pork. He rushed to the restroom, put a finger into his throat and vomited it all out.”

Steve shook his head at the memory. “Later, everyone chided him saying that eating pork didn’t kill him and he enjoyed it, so why was he abstaining from it? His reply – My body liked it but my mind found it wrong. If I don’t control my body, then I’m not a faithful person. I don’t care about the beyond but I will continue to be a good Muslim.”

“So,” continued Steve, “Your situation is similar to him. Your body enjoyed it but your mind knows it’s wrong. That’s why you have the dilemma.”

Meghna once again started crying into his shoulder. She felt so conflicted. Steve was a good man. He was trying to teach her how to do the right thing after she ‘cheated’ on her husband. But to her, there was no explanation for cheating no matter how bad the husband was to you. She must be a strong woman and not give in to her bodily desires. But why not? There was nothing good in her marriage. Her husband and in-laws cheated first. She had been living for six months in hell in the USA. She felt the warm embrace of Steve. Her mind started reminiscing about the moans and grunts of Esmerelda.

She looked up at the eyes of Steve and said softly, “Please take me, Steve.”

Steve looked at her in shock. He couldn’t believe that his young girl was asking him for sex. He knew that she was upset with everything that had happened, but he didn’t want to take advantage of her. He had never looked at her in that way.

“No girl,” he said. “Don’t do something you will regret later. Go back and think about it properly.”

“Noooo!” shouted Meghna. “In the past six months, nothing was real for me. What Travis did woke me up from the trance. I need love, Steve. I need it desperately. Please make love to me. I promise I will satisfy you better than Esmerelda.”

Tears were flowing from her eyes and she was silently begging him.

“No my child, I can’t,” said Steve. “That would be really wrong.”

“Please Steve,” begged Meghna. “I want to spend a day getting some love before I die. My life is soulless. I need to be loved as a woman at least once. Please give me that.”

Meghna stood up and started kissing him. Despite being the stronger person, Steve couldn’t push her back. Her kiss was so magical. He could feel the tenderness, the innocence and the desperation behind it. He started returning her kiss and his resolve disappeared. He slowly lifted her and took her to the bedroom. She was so light when compared to the thick bodied Esmerelda.

Steve began unbuttoning his shirt without a word, watching her watch him. There was a hungry look in her eyes as he went through button after button. He removed the white shirt and stood in front of her just in his black pants. Her black eyes drifted down to his pants. There was a huge bulge in the front of them. Meghna drew in a long breath at the sight of it. Steve saw her reaction and in spite of himself, smirked but he didn’t say anything.

Meghna was lying across the bed where he had placed her. Steve knelt and pushed her nightie up, revealing her hairy bush. It was quite pretty.

“Open your legs,” Steve said, with all the passion of a gynecologist.

Meghna sighed and spread her legs as she was reminded of the Bin Laden joke Travis had made. She obviously was not wide enough because the veteran pushed them wider, then peered closely at her.

The first thing he noticed was how pink and delicate her flesh looked. He touched her with his hand and she bucked her hips in response. He looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. He throbbed a bit more, his cock straining against his pants uncomfortably. Carefully he spread her labia wider, his black eyes studying her clit which was hard and demanding attention. Below it was the entrance to her pussy. It was very small. It looked too small to receive him. He looked up at Meghna, his brow furrowed.

“Meghna, are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, flicking his eyes down to her entrance then back up at her. He didn’t want to hear a no but he wanted to make sure she didn’t regret it later.

“Of course I’m sure,” she said a bit annoyed, lifting her head and looking down at him.

Steve raised his eyebrows. Fine, he wouldn’t bring it up again. He looked at her entrance, then brought a long finger up and slid it inside her slowly. She groaned and arched up.

‘Interesting.’ he thought.

He began to slide the thick finger in and out of her slowly, feeling the heat of her walls caressing his digit, listening to her sighs and watching her body react. He took his thumb and mashed her clit lightly. She shrieked, rolling her hips.

Steve felt her pussy become wetter. That meant he was arousing her, and she liked what he was doing. He couldn’t help thinking how she would feel around his huge cock. She’d be tight as a glove. A burst of desire rolled through him at the thought, and he let out another groan with the feeling that washed over him. He removed his finger from her and licked it. Yes, she really was sweet. He moved closer and licked her experimentally. She was hot, wet and her hips hopped up off the bed. He figured he needed to hold her down to do this. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her downward, listening to her reaction.

Since Meghna was a virgin until her marriage, her ideas about sexual intercourse were all rumours and gossip by her few married friends. There was only one internet cafe in the town and it was infamous for single men and old pensioners watching porn so no respectable women would dare venture near there. She had heard tales that some men would lick a woman’s pussy but she thought it couldn’t be true. A lot of Indian men in remote villages thought that going down on a woman was unmanly.

Steve began to lick her like a lollipop, working his tongue up and down her slit, dragging it over her sensitive clit. She tasted good, and he pressed his lips hard against her, nibbling experimentally and finding he needed some strength to keep her still. Meghna was thrashing her head from side to side, her body writhing and she started spouting words that he couldn’t understand.

‘I must be doing something right.’ he thought happily. He sucked on her clit and she screamed raggedly.

Steve smiled against her, then decided to use his teeth. If she had screamed loudly before, it was nothing to the next one. She bucked up off the bed despite his grip on her, and she got wetter and wetter. The wetter she got, the more he bathed in her, drinking in the flowing juices. Finally, he decided to just go to the source and slid his tongue inside her opening, twisting it, lapping at her walls, then thrusting the tip in and out of her, like he did his finger.

Meghna grabbed the end of her nightie and pulled it over her head. It was too hot and too constricting. She lay there naked, a mass of writhing sensation. How the fuck did he know how to do this to her? Her mouth was slack, her eyes rolling up in her head as she felt herself moving toward the edge again. Damn, he hadn’t even fucked her yet and she was losing all her bodily fluids. If he kept this up, she’d have no lubrication left. But hell, this was good. Very, very good. She brought her hands to her breasts and started massaging them, increasing her pleasure.

“Oh please, stay.” she moaned as Steve tried to relax.

Steve felt Meghna’s hands grasp his hair painfully as she tightened around his tongue, and she pulled his head back down, forcing his mouth tight against her. She had lost control again. He took the pain and thrust his tongue inside her as deep as he could as the nymph shuddered powerfully and let out a broken cry. She came, her searing fluids washing over his tongue. At first, he lapped at her greedily, but more release was coming out than he could collect, the excess running down his chin. So he began to suck at her, lost in the sweetness pouring out, her warmth and softness pressing against his lips as he drank all of her in.

‘Damn this is some good shit.’ he thought. Steve continued to drain her until there was nothing left but softness and warmth beneath his mouth. He rested his face against her inner thigh, feeling it quiver. After a minute, he raised his head and looked at her. For the first time since he’d known her, he realized how beautiful the little housewife was.

Meghna lay there panting, her hair tangled about her face, her breasts heaving as she fought to calm her quaking body. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and she looked like she was returning from some exquisite journey. Her lips were parted and slack. Pearls of sweat rolled off her hot skin, wetting the sheets beneath her. He had to touch her. He reached out a dark hand and pressed it to her belly just below her navel, palming her hot, wet skin and sliding it upward, feeling her musculature beneath. She was soft, so soft, and sighed with pleasure as his hand slid upward and palmed her breast, then gently pulled at the hard nipple. She gasped and continued to writhe, as her black neighbour moved over her cupping her other breast with his other hand. They were round and firm. He enjoyed feeling them and watching her reaction.

He pulled her to a sitting position, continuing to caress her breasts. She leaned back on her hands, offering them to him. He looked at the hard peaks and felt the urge to take them into his mouth. He did, sucking them one after the other, feeling Meghna arch into him.

‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘She’ll respond to everything.’ He began to stroke the soft hair of her pussy. Meghna bucked then pulled her hips back from him, her eyes crazed.

“Wow, Steve. I never knew a woman could orgasm in this manner.” she sighed contentedly.

Steve smiled as he too was taken by the passion. He noticed her gazing at his erection trying to break open his briefs. Meghna placed her hands on Steve’s chest, and slowly smoothed over it to his strong shoulders, her eyes locked to his skin. She slid them back down and over his belly, then around his sides, moving closer to reach his muscled back. The old man closed his eyes at the feeling of her warm hands moving over him.

Meghna stood and pulled Steve up off the bed. She pressed her lips to the centre of his chest, gently still caressing him, then slowly ran her tongue over him causing him to shudder as she tasted his flesh. Her breathing increased as she tasted the masculine saltiness. She moved her mouth and lips over his chest and gently sucked his nipples. He gasped, and his hands came up to grip the small of her back, then also began to move over her soft skin, first moving upward, then down over the swell of her ass. She was so soft there.

Meghna began to sink lower and Steve moved his hands into her hair, massaging her gently as she kissed every ridge of his belly. Her breasts grazed his erection and he let out a groan as she moved to his waist and stuck her tongue under his waistband.

Shit. What was she doing to him? She was taking control. He felt her hands slip beneath either side of his boxers, and in one smooth motion she dropped, pulling them down to his feet. He stepped out of them.

Meghna knelt there, her black eyes wide as she looked at the cock straining at her. It was big – jet black with a purple head and the veins were popping out. She was never attracted to a penis, especially Prasad’s. Travis’s big cock had only given her nightmares but she stared at Steve’s cock like a moth looking at a candle. How could such a thing look so beautiful to her now?

Steve looked down at the young housewife kneeling in front of his extended member, and she looked even tinier to him compared to their Guatemalan landlord.

Meghna wanted to try and give Steve a blowjob, but even getting her mouth around him would be an effort. Her jaw would be aching inside a few minutes. She reached up and grasped his huge member with her hand but she couldn’t close it around him. Steve hissed when she touched him, jerking in her hand. It was very heavy and hot, with a thick black shaft encircled with veins and a large purplish fluted head. It pulsed in her hand. She moved toward it and kissed the tip, Steve’s dark eyes watching her hungrily. She began to kiss it lovingly, up and down the shaft, wet, dragging, sucking kisses that made Steve growl in the back of his throat as he watched her. Meghna lavished her lips and then her tongue over and under his cock until it was glistening from head to base. She lifted it and flicked her tongue over his balls and he let out a hissing groan as her hot tongue smoothed over them. He cried out when she sucked them into her mouth, fisting his hands into her hair reflexively as she rolled them about with her tongue.

“Damn, Meghna.” he breathed, “God, that feels so good.”

His silky voice was dripping with pleasure, and Meghna felt a gush flow out of her at the sound of him expressing how she was making him feel. She released his balls and attempted to take him into her mouth, stretching her lips over him but barely managing to get all of the head in, then rolling her tongue over it in small circles before sucking on him as hard as she could.

Meghna was surprised how she was voluntarily giving a blowjob just days after she was forced by Travis, which ended up in her vomiting the entire thing out. This was different. She wanted to do this for Steve. She needed to taste his cum.

“Arrrrrrrgh…” he groaned, instinctively pulling her forward, trying to shove himself deeper, but he was too big to even gag her. Meghna, determined to give him some pleasure, worked her lips back and forth over his huge head, caressing it, then drawing it into her mouth and sucking it over and over.

This just felt too good. Steve pushed against her nibbling lips and stroking tongue, his pleasure intensifying as he watched her. God, it was such a turn on to watch her do this. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations rushing up and down his cock, and he wondered why the fuck he had waited so long. His fingers wrapped in the young woman’s hair, the scent of her arousal and his own heavy in the air, the feel of her mouth on the most sensitive part of his body, the heady pulse of lust and desire thrumming deliciously through his body, and then he felt it – the pressure and the lurch upward, the cry beginning in his loins rushing up his taut body, tearing through his throat and exploding from his lips as he exploded into Meghna. All of his being came pouring out of him, pulsing, gushing, surging, a torrent of extreme pleasure and hot bliss as he came, and came, and came, aware of her receiving him, swallowing him down, taking his seed into her own body as if it were nectar.

Meghna was licking like a crazed person. She found his hot semen so tasty and there was no bile rushing from her body this time. She kept licking as semen was overflowing from her mouth. Steve was surprised at this mad rush to drink his juice. Finally, she rose up with semen trails dripping from her mouth. Steve collapsed back on the bed and she fell on Steve’s chest. She felt happy that she had given him a nice blowjob.

Steve looked down at his flaccid cock, then longingly at Meghna. He was ready to lose himself in her, but damn it, he had to wait. He should have said no to her making him come considering his age and the time to get it up again. He wanted to plant his seed but needed at least 15 to 20 minutes to reload his weapon.

Meghna took her free hand and started stroking Steve’s cock. She knew how Travis made her do that to get it up for another round.

‘Like son, like father.’ she thought as Steve’s flaccid penis slowly started becoming hard due to the warm strokes from the tiny hands. Steve was surprised how his body was overreaching itself in order to satisfy her. For a sexual novice, she really was something else.

He laid her on the bed as he was ready for the main course. Steve kissed Meghna for some time, nipping on her lower lip and sucking it into his mouth, as Meghna moaned and arched against him. He then pressed his cock against her inner thigh and she hissed in pleasure, knowing what was about to happen.

Meghna shuddered as she felt his long, thick shaft pressing against her and felt a rush of lubrication flowing out. Adjusting his position, Steve then moved his black cock up and down her pussy, gathering lubrication from her wet release. Meghna bucked against him and moaned as his cock rubbed against her clit.

Meghna winced when she felt pressure against her entrance and realized Steve was slightly pushing the head of his cock against her. Gods, it felt huge. Suddenly all the memories of Travis forcing her came into her mind.

‘How the hell am I going to take in that enormous thing? Will it be painful as last time?’ she thought.

Panicking, she screamed “Please No!” and looked up into his lust-filled black eyes. Wanting him to stop as his huge organ freaked her out but still wanting him to enter her so that she could feel his wholeness.

“Relax!” Steve said reassuringly and plunged into her with a hard thrust.

Meghna screamed. She struggled, trying to free her wrists and push him away as pain filled her but to no avail. Steve held himself only for a few seconds, barely giving her any time to adjust before he started to fuck the struggling nymph strongly.

Still screaming, Meghna arched her body and squeezed her thighs tightly around his waist in an attempt to stop him, but he just let go of her left wrist and gripped her thigh painfully instead.

With nowhere to go, Meghna just sobbed loudly against his shoulder as he painfully thrust his cock into her almost virgin cunt.

Steve felt Meghna’s pussy clutching and pushing around his cock as he entered her. “Oh yes.” he hissed softly as he felt his cock throbbing inside her due to her immense tightness. He hardened even more at the thought that he was fucking a poor village girl who had never really made love. The thought itself was too rich and the feeling was too good that he couldn’t bring himself to stop, even at the thought that he was hurting the poor girl.

All he wanted to do was just pound into the sobbing woman with all his might and come. That was not what he had planned, and he had to keep control of his actions. He couldn’t afford to huff and puff like he was running a sprint. This should be a marathon. She needed his tenderness rather than strength.

With great effort, he managed to slow down and claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Meghna felt the ache inside her ease. Instead of clutching her thigh painfully, Steve was now caressing it sensually. Meghna shuddered as a tingling sensation began in her stomach reaching all the way up to her head. Hesitantly she placed her left hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, that’s it. Relax Meghna… let go,” he said softly and thrust into her slowly.

Meghna tried to stop herself but moan after moan still escaped her mouth and she began to writhe beneath him, seeking more of his cock.

Sensing her reaction, Steve reached for her thighs, encircled them around his waist and increased his speed. “Lift your hips,” he ordered. “Mmmm…” he groaned lewdly as Meghna started moving her hips clumsily.

After a few minutes of help and encouragement, Meghna found a continuous rhythm and was almost banging against his pelvis, moaning at the end of each thrust.

‘Yesss, just like that.” he said lustily and pounded into her with renewed vigour, letting go of her other wrist and grabbing her breasts to fondle them roughly.

Meghna’s eyes were clenched shut and her moans turned into small shrieks as she held onto his shoulders tightly, digging her nails into them as she banged her hips against him. The pleasure was incomparable to anything she had ever experienced before in her sheltered life.

Meghna dug her nails deeper into his skin and buried her face against his shoulder as she felt her body clench helplessly while another orgasm rocked through her body.

Steve pulled back from her, his hard cock still embedded in her warmth and watched Meghna’s face as she climaxed around him in a proper manner for the first time in her life. Her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth was open in a soundless cry. Her body undulated beneath his and her pussy clutched and squeezed his cock so hard that he had to stop thrusting for a moment to prevent himself from coming.

The orgasm seemed to go on forever, making her body feel powerless as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through her. Meghna slowly came down from her powerful climax and opened her eyes which glowed with satisfaction and surprise.

“Did you like it Meghna? I’d say that was your first cock orgasm, wasn’t it?” Steve asked her silkily, looking at her all knowingly, a hint of male triumph glowing in his intense black eyes. Meghna blushed all over. Steve reacted by rotating his cock inside her, making her gasp and squeal with pleasure.

Steve smirked at the panting woman. “I’ll take that as a yes then,” he said and continued to rotate his pelvis, making Meghna gasp and beg for more.

“Aur Tez… zor se…toklo madarchod” she gasped brokenly as he deliciously rolled his hip, twisting his cock inside her.

It took almost all of Steve’s willpower not to pound the hell out of her, listening to her words. He thought making a woman forget English and go back to her native language was so hot. He loved how Esmeralda, despite living in the USA for twenty years and spoke impeccable English with only a slight accent, sounded like a Mexican truck driver once she got the big D.

“Yes Meghna, I’ll give you more. A lot more.” Steve whispered seductively into her ear. He pulled back and entered her slowly making Meghna moan and writhe beneath him, wanting even more.

Steve continued teasing by entering her shallowly. Meghna was turned on but it was not enough for her to get over the edge. After a few moments of Steve’s tormenting pace, Meghna’s body felt as if it was on fire. She felt as if she was very close to the edge, but was unable to get to it.

Frustrated, she made a small whining noise and tried to grind herself against him desperately, but to no avail. And when she tried grabbing his muscled bottom against her, he simply pulled out of her completely and glanced at her hotly till she blushed and let him resume his slow, shallow thrusts.

Steve’s cock was so hard now that it hurt. But he stubbornly held back his orgasm, taking pleasure in Meghna’s obvious distress. She was so beautiful in her newly discovered lust and he wanted to see just how needy she could get.

“Do you like this Meghna? Do you like my cock?” Steve growled into her ear as he thrust into her ever so slowly. Meghna whimpered and tried every possible way to get more contact and more force from him. She was literally sloe-eyed and slack mouthed with need that she could hardly respond to his question.

“Answer me darling. Do you like me fucking you like this?” he said and thrust into her a bit harder and then resumed his torturous pace. Meghna shrieked and nodded desperately, unable to get any words out of her mouth.

“Pl-pleeeease!” Meghna managed to finally gasp out. “Do it harder.” She let out a kitten-like growl as Steve rotated his hips sensuously making her gasp and shudder in delight.

Steve chuckled against her ear. It felt so good to be fucking Meghna. She was very responsive and she fired his ego by her desperate need for his cock.

Raising himself onto his knees, Steve grabbed her bottom and lifted her until only her shoulders rested on the bed and started increasing the force of his thrusts gradually. Meghna sighed in bliss and closed her eyes tightly as she gasped and moaned with the increasing power of his cock.

Steve spread her ass cheeks and pulled out, then roughly re-entered her cunt. Meghna shrieked and writhed around his cock as the impact stung, but her position was such that she couldn’t really move. Steve held her in place and started to pound powerfully. Meghna was now overwhelmed by his power of the thrusts and started gasping and shrieking as he continued to fuck her hard. He traced a long finger over her pucker hole and he felt her tense and tighten so he made no further attempt to invade her ‘there’ for now. He continued to slam into her, willing her to relax.

Meghna felt her desire rising. Her belly was tingling uncontrollably and Steve’s cock felt so good pounding into her. Meghna gasped and shrieked and made all sorts of unintelligible noises as she felt her orgasm coming nearer and nearer.

‘Just one more thrust just one more…’ she deliriously thought before she reached the peak. Meghna’s body clenched and her eyes shut tight as she felt herself nearing her bliss. She cried out and shrieked the last word as Steve plunged into her with all his might, sending her flying over the edge. Meghna screamed shrilly as her orgasm hit her.

Steve couldn’t take it any longer. He threw Meghna’s legs over his shoulders and started to fuck her wildly, driving his cock into the Indian with extreme force. Meghna was still recovering from her previous orgasm and his violent possession of her made her see stars. It was too much. Her body was too sore for any more action and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to come for days. She was sexually exhausted.

Meghna looked up at Steve and flinched as he looked back down at her with raw lust glowing in his eyes. He seemed to be drooling over her petite body as he pounded into her. He held open her labia with his fingers and was looking at his cock thrusting into her small tight cunt hungrily. A low, animalistic growl came out from deep in his throat. Meghna stared at his face and found she was responding. This time she was answering a primal call of lust. This had nothing to do with the wooing words that Steve had whispered into her ears again and again or the gentle caresses he gave. Meghna reached her hands up to Steve’s chest and clawed him gently as that was all she could do. He reacted powerfully to that simple act and was thrusting into her harder.

Meghna suddenly shrieked as he hit a spot deep inside her. Steve growled in return and started pounding into her with new vigour, hitting into the same spot over and over again. Meghna started shrieking and Steve leaned forward and claimed her mouth brutally, biting her lips instead of sucking and nipping them like he did before.

Meghna felt a shudder of fear rip through her body at his violent reaction and pushed against his chest, attempting to move her face away from him. But Steve just grabbed her by her hair with one hand and claimed her mouth again. Meghna found it difficult to breathe as she was almost bent double due to her legs thrown on his shoulders and because of his heavy weight pressing down on her. Despite all that, Meghna responded to his will and came powerfully, screaming for all she was worth into his mouth, trying to twist away from the extreme pleasure her body was shaking with. Each orgasm was getting better and better. If she had thought the last one was the best in her life, this one exceeded that by a hundred times.

Steve growled loudly and suddenly rammed his cock inside her cunt brutally as he climaxed, spurting his warm seed inside the small woman’s body. The same place his son deposited his load a couple of days ago. With his free hand, he grabbed her breast and squeezed it tightly, making her squeal in wonderful pain. After a few more thrusts, Steve collapsed heavily over her small writhing body and stayed like that for a few moments. As he recovered, he realized that Meghna wasn’t making any noise and that her breathing had slowed down. With an effort, he pushed himself up off her and saw that she had fallen asleep.

Steve smirked at the sight of Meghna’s bruised lips and sweating body. Her hair was wildly splayed over the pillow and her eyes were closed in sleep. “Well, she’d better get all the rest she can.” he chuckled to himself.