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Jake: Finding True Love

By: caprine



[This is a work of fiction. The sroty can fit several different categories, but the main two are voyeurism and erotic couplings. It is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies, and as such, may or may not be, completely realistic. All events, locations, and people are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

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FORMATIVE YEARS

"Jake! Jake, are you in there?" 

Oh, hell, I thought, that's Jane! "Yeah, just a minute," I hurriedly exclaimed! Damn! No privacy even in my own room. Jane was the thirteen year old girl from next door.

"I'm coming, Janie, I'm coming." 

That was summer, 1950. Back in 1939, the year before my birth, my folks built the house in which we lived then. I had two younger sisters but no brothers. Jane's family moved into the house next door three years later. I'd been baby sitter for Jane and her two younger sisters since my eighth birthday. 

Jane and I grew up close and became "bosom buddies" ever since her tenth birthday party when the two year difference in our ages no longer seemed so great. She and I were more like two male buddies, bonding over the years into a pair of roughnecks in the summer woods and baseball lots. We went through grade school, junior high, and senior high school together and remained close, in both a brother/sister sort of way and as really close friends and confidants, but nothing intimate. 

As for more intimate relationships, I did date girls in high school, quite often, as a matter of fact. As to sex though, I was shy and morbidly fearful of rejection so rarely tried, let alone made it, to what was back then was so quaintly called, "second base, let alone going all the way around the bases to score a home run." 

In fact, I distinctly recall a date my senior year summer during which we saw the movie Tammy. There was a line in the movie that saw "Tammy," played by Debbie Reynolds, smile up at the young bachelor, I forget the actor's name, and say, "I'm a she-wolf on the make." My date and I had doubled that night, and we had the back seat. I leaned into my date's ear to whisper something and she thought I was going to do something else with my mouth. 

When I pulled back after only the whispered words, she looked at me and with a leering, come hither look, said, "I'm a she-wolf on the make!" I just sat there in petrified silence! So, I had to be satisfied with a solo performance later at home. 

There was one other source I used as an source for my teenaged sexual outlet. As I remember, the first time was just after sunset on a warm, humid, summer evening two days after my eighteenth birthday. The house Jane's family lived in had a full basement, but it was shallow. This meant the house stood tall above ground level and, more to the point, the bottom of the basement widows were at ground level! The basement windows also did not have shades or curtains. I was sitting idly on our back porch step that evening when movement inside the dimly lit basement across the way caught my eye. 

There I spotted Jane's nineteen year old sister Cora, a senior at out local high school, moving around. My head snapped up with my eyes focusing intently into the window and my cock twitched mightily when I saw that all she had on was her panties and bra!

I stared even more intently as I watched her reach behind her back and unfasten her bra. I produced an instant, raging hardon as she slowly let the bra fall forward and off, exposing such a delicious pair of large tits that I nearly came in my pants, then and there! Cora stepped out of view for a moment

The thought'd barely cleared my mind when Cora did in fact step back into view. She paused, her back to me, and slowly peeled out of her panties. Cora held her panties and slowly turned full face to me, exposing that beautiful black triangle of hair at the apex of her legs. Then I did cum in my pants! Meanwhile, Cora had once again disappeared from view.

The noise of a car driving my direction caused me to lurch to my feet and, in somewhat of a daze, walk toward our garage and out of sight. As the car turned into Jane and Cora's family drive [which was separated from our drive by only two inches of grass], I peeled out my dick and rapidly stroked myself to another climax just thinking about what I had just witnessed. 

As I peeked around the corner, I saw a guy exit the car and walk around to the back door of Cora's house. It was George. He had graduated a year earlier, but he was still dating Cora. Whether he knew it or not, he was not the only one dating her. 

By the time I got back to our porch, my cock safely tucked away, and looked through that window again, George, was embracing the naked Cora in a tight clinch with both of his hands tightly clasped to Cora's tight little ass cheeks. My half deflated cock instantly rose to full attention again.

I'd heard rumors around school about Cora having round heels and such, but I was too shy and embarrassed to ask Jane about them. Jane and I could talk about most anything, but not her sister. Anyway, as Cora and George walked into another room out of view, I decided to investigate further. With some malice aforethought, I ran to my room and grabbed my Polaroid camera and then walked to Cora's back door. 

I knew the rest of Cora's family, including Jane, were gone for the evening, so the coast was clear from that angle. I was barefooted for stealth, as I eased the back screen door open and slipped inside. I paused a moment to ponder the sanity of the audacious action I contemplated. Shit! Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I started down the basement stairs.

The descent of the basement stairs was agonizing as I stepped slowly on the outside edge so as to gain the bottom without making a sound. I had been in this basement numerous times with Jane [platonic visits only] so I knew where George and Cora were most likely to be located.

As I peeked cautiously around the door, my guess was confirmed. There, on a day bed, were George and Cora deeply involved with each other. They were both naked, George sitting on the bed, legs spread wide. Cora was on her knees in front of George, deep throating him! I couldn't help it, the sight was too much for me and I came in my pants again, instantly. They were much too busy and engrossed in each other to notice me--yet.

I continued to watch as Cora suddenly backed off, climbed on the bed, and lay on her back with her legs spread wide. 

She cooed to George, "Fuck me now and fuck me hard!"

George didn't say a word, he just moved up, climbed in the saddle, and plunged the biggest cock I ever saw straight into Cora's pussy in one swift and hard stroke. 

That elicited a loud, "UNGGHHH!" from Cora. George pounded in and out of Cory's pussy while his hands played with her tits. I almost forgot why I was there. I quickly raised the camera. The flash got their attention! I got off a second shot. This one caught their surprised expressions as they stared at the camera. I do not know how I stood there so calmly, but I got still a third shot off as George was half pulled out of Cora's pussy, catching his huge cock half in and half out. 

It was at that point that I cut and ran as fast as I could up the stairs, knowing if I made it out the door, George was unlikely to follow me outside nude as he was. I made it out and back to my house. I slammed and locked the door behind me. Then I dashed for my room.

I looked at my developing pictures, locked in my room upstairs. The faces of both showed quite clearly in all three pictures! Then the phone rang! My folks and sister were gone for the evening also, to the same function as Jane and her parents. I picked up the extension in my room and heard, "Jake, please."

"S-speaking," I recognized the voice on the other end.

"Ahhhh, Jake!" Cora exclaimed. "You are a very naughty young man, aren't you!" 

"Depends on what you call 'naughty'," 

"You know what I mean, Jake, you and your naughty picture taking."

"I wasn't the naughty one, doing the nasty deed," I reminded her, "I was just photographing 'nature'."

"Be that as it may," Cora responded, "just whata ya got in mind now, Jake?"

"Well, I could ask you and George for a chunk of money. I could also simply leave copies of the pictures I took in likely places all over school and town, but I can think of something even better."

"Like what?" 

"Like a front row, free seat for the next couple of shows would be much better!" 

After a momentary pause, Cora answered, "I'll have to talk to George first," and hung up.

So, that's how I got an exclusive ticket to the next show. Cora had me come over before George got there so that I got to see them undress each other. George was not a bit happy with me and I didn't like the look he gave me as they plopped into bed. Moments later, as George was pumping in and out of her in a missionary fuck, Cora turned her head to look straight at me and asked, "Do you like what you see, Jack?"

"Yeah, I do," I groaned. 

"Would you like to join us, Jack? I could use a cock in my mouth right now."

"N-N-NO," I stuttered in surprise, "I w-w-will just w-watch, t-thank you."

"Suit yourself, but I can plainly see you are enjoying yourself!" 

How right she was! Fully clothed, my boner was so huge it simply could not be hidden. Not touching myself anywhere, I came spontaneously in my pants, the wet spot clearly soaking through both my underwear and my jeans. And, the wet spot was steadily growing larger and larger without a hint of the boner deflating. 

"See how it's done, kid?" grunted George with a growl. "Nothing like it in the world, kid. Just blow your dick up and pump it in and out."

"Oh shit, I'm gonna to cum!" yelled Cora. 

And cum she did. In buckets. George was right behind her as he arched his back and slammed his cock as deep as he could go, spewing a shit load of cum deep into Cora's hot box. I came again too, still without ever touching myself! Fucking amazing. 

I watched as George uncoupled and Cora sucked his cock clean and then I hastily excused myself. I couldn't take anymore without getting involved. Without taking my eyes off the naked Cora, I backed out of the room to a wicked wink and smile from her and fled up the stairs.

There was only one other show, but I was not invited. I think George was too nervous with me on the scene. George and Cora only got together those two times before they left for separate colleges a month later. 

Though I never got that lucky again, I continued my Peeping Tom career for many more years at any opportunity that presented itself as an adjunct to my sexless dating and masturbation in private. Jane never knew about this side of me. I would have died on the spot if she had found out.

Although I had graduated high school, still a virgin, Jane had two more years of high school and I went off out of state to college at the end of that post grad summer. The night before I was to leave, Jane and I spent a lot of time together, alone. After a movie, we sat, cuddled close with my arm around her in my car on Lookout Point. She cried a lot and I almost did. 

Jane asked, "What am I going to do without you? You've always been there, with me and for me--from giving me a shoulder to cry on, to wiping my tears away, helping me with my Algebra, to counseling me about my boyfriends. God, Jake, what am I going to do?" And she burst into fresh sobs.

I replied, "You'll do ok, Janie, you will find a good guy to take my place and forget all about me."

"NEVER!" Jane almost screamed. "No one will ever take your place and I will never, ever forget you! Don't even suggest such a terrible thing!"

"Well," I said, "I will never forget you, Janie, and I will write to you regular like. You can write me with any questions or problems." 

We kissed then, tenderly, even passionately. Things started to heat up and I had to break the spell. "Janie, we can't spoil the perfect relationship we have had for sixteen years with where this is trying to go. I'd better get you home." I did then manage to get her home, but not before her tears had soaked my hanky and nearly exhausted the box of Kleenex I keep in my car. 

When I pulled into my family's drive, she piled out of the car before I could get around to open the door for her and she fled across the way to the back door of her house, still in tears. "Shit!" was my only comment, whispered to myself as I climbed the porch steps to our back door.

The next morning at ten, I stepped off the train platform and climbed the steps into the train coach that would take me to the University of Michigan, some 1,200 miles away. Jane did not come to see me off. Jane's parents apologized but said Jane was so grief stricken, they could not get her out of the house.

That was twelve years ago. Now, I'm on my way home for the first time in those twelve years and wondering what I will find. Why the passage of twelve years before I saw home again? Because my parents died in an auto accident my first year at Michigan, and my siblings went to live with Mom's sister on the left coast. 

So, I spent my college summers on archaeology field trips and a quick visit or two to my aunt's to see my sisters. After college graduation, I spent several more years at the Missouri School of Mines with intermittent and quick visits to my Aunt's house on Christmas, and then more years overseas, as a company geologist for a big oil giant, looking for oil. 

Jane or Janie? Yeah, we corresponded for two years fairly often, quite often, in fact, for the first year. But that correspondence dwindled quickly after Jane went to college. My side of it, anyway. After a while, her unanswered letters quit arriving. But, before I tell you about my homecoming, I need to fill in some of the details of those years between high school graduation and my pending homecoming.

UNIVERSITY YEARS

I spent my freshman year at the university in a state of near perpetual fear. I just thought I had to work at studying to get through high school! At the university, everything was big: the campus, the student body, the buildings, and most of all, the class assignments. 

Girls, oh yeah, girls. Well, they existed in big numbers too on campus, some really great looking babes, but I was so engrossed in keeping my head above water grade-wise, that I barely noticed them. I was so scared and studied so hard that I made the Dean's List of the top 20% of the student body the first semester and never dropped from the list in four years! But, at the cost of very little social life. Instead, I had my girlie mags, typewritten copies of sex stories that circulated throughout the dorm in those days before computers and the internet, and i had my right hand. That was my "social life." That was my freshman year.

My sophomore year? Ahhh, yes, my sophomore year. I joined a fraternity and my social life improved to the point I began dating some, ordinary girls, ordinary dates, and definitely no sex. Then, I celebrated my 19th birthday in January and met HER in February, on the 28th. 

I lost my virginity on February 29th [yes, it was a leap year]. HER (she) was Jennifer. Jennifer could have been the other girl next door--the one on the other side of our house. Jennifer possessed a flaming and natural red head of hair with green eyes and a quite cute, turned up nose. Her face contained a sprinkling of freckles. 

My red headed flame stood a petite five foot three with a figure of 34B, 26, 34 with a tight little ass and two gorgeous legs descending down from said ass. Said ass would also sway and twitch deliciously as she walked. 

I met Jen one day on my way to class--she was descending the steps of the science building as I was starting up. We both had our heads down, avoiding the blowing, stinging snow, deep in thought and not watching where we were going. We crashed into each other and both fell to the steps, scattering our books and papers in the wind and snow. Neither one of us got hurt, physically.

"God damn, why don't you watch where you are going?" shouted this angry red head as her temper rapidly flared.

"I could say the same to you," 

"Nothing gallant about you, is there, you big overgrown ox!"

"Not in this day of women's lib." I quipped. This was quite out of character for the old me, but a year at the big U had changed me some. I could see that Jen was really angry, but neither of us said anymore as we frantically tried to retrieve our blowing papers and books. We charged off in opposite directions: me to be late for class and she to where ever she was headed.

And, what about that "big, overgrown ox" comment? Well, I was, sort of. By my second year at the university, I had reached six foot four in height and two-hundred and thirty-five well muscled pounds. I possessed really broad shoulders, a chiseled face, dark brown hair and eyes, a narrow waist, and although she could not see them, I also possessed a bigger than average cock and near a near six-pack set of abs.

The next night, February 29th my fraternity was invited to a sorority house Leap Year Party. I decided at the last minute to attend. I had a big exam the next day, but I decided, the hell with it, I am tired of studying. So, I went. 

About an hour into the party, I was at the buffet table where I picked up some hors d'oeuvres and a glass of punch, heavily spiked, I was told, and had started to turn around to my right to return to the other room. The up to now unnoticed girl on my right, just at the same moment, began her turn to the left to leave and we crashed. My drink was knocked into her and spilled all down her boobs and chest.

Yes, of course it was Jen. I caught the flaming red hair and the matching angry red face just as I also caught her drink, purposely tossed straight into my face! We both stood there, glaring at one another and dripping down our fonts. 

Impulsively and deftly, I flipped an hors d'oeu'vre into the exposed cleavage (which was a great deal of exposure) of her cocktail dress bodice. She reacted by slapping my face. I slapped hers! Then we glared at each other again. 

I picked up another hors d'oeuvre with a whipped cream top and, with exaggerated slowness, squished it against her mouth. With equal agonizing slowness, she then did the same to me! 

Quite a few other guest by now stood in horrified trances, looking on as we stood in a glaring face off, dripping punch and whipped cream. 

Time stood still for I don't know how long as we continued to stand with hands on hips, glaring at one another, almost nose to nose, silently daring the other to do something more. 

Suddenly, smacking my lips on the cream, I started to chuckle, Jen started to giggle, and then we both started laughing so hard we had to hold our sides.

"We seem to keep bumping into each other," I said. 

"Yes," Jen replied, "shall we kiss and make up?" 

By now we had semi collapsed in spasms of laughter with my hands on her shoulders and her hands on my shoulders, foreheads touching. We looked into each other's eyes and--kissed. It was an amazing kiss that just kept going, and going, and... 

We finally broke apart when the loud applause began to register in our heads. We both grinned at each other and the crowd and then Jen said, "Let's go up to my room and see if we can get cleaned up a bit. Come on." 

With that, Jen took my hand and led me out and up some stairs in the hallway to the upper floor. After unlocking the door, Jen led me into her room, reclosing and I noted, relocking the door. 

"My name is Jennifer, but you can call me Jen," she said, "what's your name?"

"Jake, but you can call me Jake."

"Well, Jake," she laughed, "let's get that shirt and tie off and hung up to dry." 

So, off came my tie, dress shirt, and Tee shirt, leaving me bare to the waist, exposing those broad shoulders and near six-pack abs. Not wasting anytime after hanging up my stuff, Jen, standing right in front of me, face to face, then dropped her cocktail dress off her shoulders and let it drop to puddle on the floor at her feet. 


Jake: Finding True Love



With a big grin at me, Jen next unhooked her front closing strapless bra and let it drop, baring herself to her waist to match me. 

Those very lovely melons of hers suddenly began sprouting erect nipples! Jen slipped off her heels and then walked up to me saying, "Jake, I think I like you--a lot, even if you do make me so damned mad sometimes." 

We were instantly into a tight clutch, her perky, firm boobs crushed against my chest, her erect nipples so hard they nearly broke my skin. Our mouths lip locked in a long and passionate kiss. Any whipped cream that remained after our kiss downstairs, disappeared now in a flash.

Breaking the kiss, Jen stood and shed her half slip, leaving her in just the skimpiest of panties and a garter belt with attached black thigh highs. Her nipples continued to protrude in erect anticipation. 

She advanced on me and dropped my pants and boxers before I could blink. My shoes and socks went with them. My seven inch boner sprang out to full attention as Jen kneeled in front of me and began to stroke my shaft and lick my cock head. 

Her tongue dipped into the opening of the helmet to lick up the precum oozing out into the open. She put her mouth over the helmet and began to inch downwards with my hands curled in her hair, helping to force her head down further and tighter against me until her nose brushed into my pubic hair.

"Ohhhhhhh," I groaned, as Jen gave me the first blow job of my life. It wasn't the last "first" that night, either! 

After Jen cleaned my dick, I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid her down on her back and climbed up between her legs. Although I never done this before, I seemed to know what to do by instinct, and when I didn't, Jen coached me quite well.

Now it was Jen's turn to groan as I kisses and licked around on her neck, ears, and face. My cock rubbed her just below knee level since I was so much taller than she. 

Man! Could she ever mew and groan! I backed down some more to start on her gorgeous, large and all natural boobs with my mouth, sucking one nipple and my thumb and forefinger of a free hand working on the nipple of her other boob.

"Ohhhhhh, yes!" she cried. "Yeessssssss."

When I removed my face and hands, Jen yelped., "Oh, God! don't stop now!"

"I don't intend to," I hoarsely replied. 'Not on your life!" What I did do was move down to her feet and begin to kiss my way up her ankle, calf, and thigh towards the apex of her legs, ever so excruciatingly and slowly. 

"Oh, Christ, Jake, don't tease me like that, FUCK ME!"

I paid no attention to her plea but continued kissing up to her pubic mound, which received one light kiss as I moved over to the other leg and proceeded down to her other foot, equally slowly. Jen was by then bucking her hips like a rodeo bronc. Then I started back up to the apex again.

"Oh, for God's sake Jake, I'm dying! Quit teasing and FUCK ME!"

When I got back to the top, without warning, I suddenly grabbed a mouthful of nether lips and ran my tongue up the slit to her clit and nibbled on what I found. I grabbed a bite hold on that clit and Jen exploded into rolls of orgasm for a full two minutes, one after the other which included a niagara squirt of pussy juice into my face.

"Oh shit, oh shit, OHHHHH SHIT!" Jen managed to croak out."

Jen had not quite subsided from her high before I finally ripped her miniscule panties off and out of the way, mounted her, and pushed my cock into her to the hilt in one, swift thrust. 

"Ohhh, Unh," was her only exclamation.

She did not need to coax or coach me on that one! I pumped slowly at first, but then faster and faster. I was so horny and ready that I came fairly quickly, blasting a load of cock cream deep into her pussy and Jen blasted off at the same time with another round of rolling orgasms!

"Well," I gasped, sweat dripping profusely from my face and chin, "there, (sigh), goes my uh, virginity! Damn! I uh, could do this uh, all night, oohhh, I think!"

"Damn!" panted Jen, "I uh, really do think uh, oh God,Jake that was the best ever. And uh, you say you've uh, never done this before?"

"Nope, first time," I answered, as my cock finally deflated enough to make a loud sucking noise as it dropped free of Jen's tight box.

Jen turned and began slurping my dick clean of our combined juices. When she was done, we lay on our sides and I spooned up against her back as we lay in post coital bliss as our combined juices slowly trickled out of Jen's heavenly gate.

After about twenty minutes or so of this, I reached up and began to play with Jen's nipples again. 

"OH, recharged again, are we?"

"I think so," I said as my cock began to rise against Jen's leg, "yes, I definitely believe so."

"Well, I want it in the butt this time," said Jen as she got on all fours and stuck her ass into the air while she tucked her head into a pillow.

My dick was now at full mast again and I began to rub it up and down Jen's slit, lubing it up with our combined sex juices still leaking from her pussy. When I was thoroughly slicked up, I centered my cock on her rosebud and began to slowly push in.

At first, I got nowhere. But I used my finger to smear more juices on the target and managed to open her with my finger and smear some inside. My next try with my cock got the head through her sphincter and inside. Jen grunted with pleasure and some pain. I continued to inch forward slowly until I was once again buried to the hilt.

"My virgin ass," Jen cooed, "you're the first there!"

I stopped and just rested, savoring the tight grip Jen had on my cock and she savored the filled up feeling of my fully expanded cock deep inside her. I slowly pumped in and out, barely moving at first, but slowly increasing the speed until Jen yelled, "Fuck me, Fuck me fast and hard, give it to me!"

So, I did, until once more I felt the cream rising and blew a load of it into her butt. Jen had been working her clit while I gave her ass a reaming and she followed me with another of her series of orgasms. I backed out and we collapsed side by side again on the bed.

"Shit," said Jen, "I rarely have a multiple orgasm and never have I had three separate and rolling orgasms, one for each hole. And you have never done this before! Fucking amazing!"

"Nope, before tonight, I was a virgin for all three, anal, oral, and vaginal."

"Jesus, I don't know how you learned to do it so well then. Anyway, I'm certainly not going to turn loose of you very soon you fucking stud!" 

She climbed out of bed to get my fraternity pin and climbed back into bed, pinning it to her pillow for now as I climbed back aboard, missionary style, and fucked her again.

And she didn't, either. Turn loose of me, that is. We remained together until our graduation three years later. We fucked like minks most of that time, sometimes, both day and night. 

I did retain my voyeuristic nature at heart and a voyeur of opportunity in practice. Jen and I usually were naked in our off campus apartment. I liked her that way and she liked to indulge me. It helped promote spontaneous fucks.

Rather late in our relationship, I found out that Jen came from and Eastern, blue-blood family and sort of broke the traces by attending the University of Michigan rather than Vassar or some such high society school back east. 

I, on the other hand, was from a humble, working class family and we both realized that although we were good together in bed, very good as a matter of fact, and that our feelings for each other were deep, a permanent relationship just would never work.

So, after graduation, I went to Missouri to the School of Mines and Jen went to New York. The parting was amicable and mutually deemed necessary, though tearful for Jen and very emotional for both of us.

My years in Missouri were filled with work and several short term liaisons that were sexually fulfilling, but nothing more. Nothing like Jen. My first full time job assignment upon graduation, sent me immediately to a middle eastern country.

THE MIDDLE EAST YEARS

When I arrived in country, I could not believe the heat, dust, and sand! I was a full fledged geologist and my job, among other duties, was to try to find new oil deposits. The first year was not so bad. I worked twelve to sixteen hours a day. That left little time for anything but sleep. Seven months of this rigid routine was broken by a three day R & R flight to Jerusalem where a brothel provided significant relief to the sexual tension that had built up in me to that point. Then is was back to the old grind and the denial of nearly all pleasure.

That was a relatively good thing because this was a Muslim country, a very conservative brand of Muslim country, where no booze was allowed; the women were off limits, even looking at them could cause no end of trouble; no smoking, in public at least, was allowed; no gambling was allowed; and in general, you name it and it was not allowed. Work and sleep is all there was, for a while. 

That is, until I met "HER" again, shortly after the start of my second year in country. "HER" this time was a Muslim woman with the name, Ujhi. UJHI! Ahhh, what memories that name brings back!

Soon after our relationship began, she confirmed my suspicion that she was one of the "modern" Muslim women chafing under and seeking to rebel against, the gender restrictions of the literal and conservative interpretation of the Koran by her country's government. 

The Muslim culture has an ironic situation: the culture not only portrays women as sexually desirous, but it sees them as more passionate than men. In fact, Muslims generally believe female desire to be so much greater than the male equivalent that the woman is viewed as the hunter and the man as her passive victim. Though believers feel little distress about sex acts as such, they are obsessed with the dangers posed by woman, the sexual predator, and thus representing the forces of unreason and disorder. 

A woman's rampant desires and irresistible attractiveness gives her a power over men that even rivals God's (Allah's). SHE MUST BE CONTAINED, for HER UNBRIDLED SEXUALTIY POSES A DIRECT DANGER TO THE SOCIAL ORDER! (author's emphasis) Symbolic of this, the Arab word fitna means both civil disorder and beautiful woman. It is this understanding that has determined the place of women in traditional Muslim life.**

Thus the entire Muslim social structure can be understood as the containment female sexuality. The culture goes to great lengths to separate the sexes and reduce contact between them. This explains such customs as the covering of women's faces and even their entire body, head to toe and the separation of women's residential quarters, or harem, from that of the men. 

Many other institutions serve to reduce female power over men, such as her need for a male's permission to travel, work, marry, or divorce. Women also may not appear in public unveiled or without a family male escort, be it father, uncle, or brother.

The Muslim cultural anxiety persisted that women would try to break loose of their restrictions and bring perdition to the community. This anxiety and fear has only skyrocketed because of increasing contact with western culture as it spread through the Muslim world. 

This is where I come into the picture. If contact between unmarried or even married Muslim women and men is extremely difficult, it is a near impossible occurrence between Muslim women and western men. Ninety-nine point nine per cent impossible. But--it can happen.

Ujhi and I managed. That we managed, was due mostly to her sympathetic mother and a sister or two. Those women were liberal minded, but not to the extent of such open rebellion as Ujhi. However, their empathy with Ujhi's chaffing and rebellious nature was such that they would go so far as to surreptitiously aid and abet her in her rebellion. They made it possible for us to meet, albeit, clandestinely.

Ujhi and I first met on the street in an accident. I came down a stairs and through an open archway into the street in a hurry and, deja vu, literally knocked her off her feet, all atangle in her voluminous veils and robe. I was sufficiently knowledgeable enough in the Muslim culture at that point to know that I needed to address the male escort, not the female and to stay strictly hands off her. Let the escort help her up. After he had done so, I profusely and unctuously apologized to him for the accident. He accepted my apology, we shook hands, and went our separate ways.

Ujhi must have liked what she saw. How she found me, she never said, but a day later, I found a note for me in my mail box at my office at the work compound for the westerners. The note told me to follow its directions if I wanted to meet the girl I knocked off her feet. 

That gave me pause. I knew that the conservative, literal interpretation of Muslim and Koranic law stated the transgression of the cultural restrictions on women, especially fraternization with or worse, conjugal relations with westerners was--death by stoning or beheading. And that could also, and usually did, include the male offender, be he Muslim or not! Did I really want to literally risk my neck, or more to the point, my head, over this? 

YES. I was game.

Following the directions, I found myself, late in a dark and moonless evening, at an outside doorway in a high wall. The door was locked. I knocked with the prescribed signal and heard a soft click in response. The door opened a crack and a veiled face peered at me and then opened the door farther and gestured for me to enter. 

I found myself in a very dimly lit, exquisite, open air garden of hedges and flower beds, laid out in elegant geometric designs that must have been dazzling in the noon day sun. The veiled apparition led me to a secluded and dark corner where another veiled figure stood, waiting.

The waiting figure said, "I am Ujhi. Your escort is my sister Fatima. Please, let us sit here on the benches." 

Fatima quietly withdrew out of sight. Ujhi and I talked for some time, exchanging backgrounds and getting to know each other. The delicate scent of the flowers and Ujhi's Jasmine perfume wafted around us, enhancing the sensuousness of our clandestine meeting, both teasing and titillating our senses--so much so tha my dick was no longer flaccid.

At length, I interjected, "Since you have committed a serious offense just seeing me, let alone unescorted by a family male, would you break another and allow me to see your face?" 

Without a word, Ujhi slowly removed her head covering and veil. I gasped. She had the most beautiful face I have ever seen on a female, any female. Her hair was tied back with a red ribbon. Absolutely gorgeous as well as sensual. She smiled demurely.

"Are you pleased?" 

"You know I am!"

Again, without speaking, Ujhi then slowly removed her voluminous robe to reveal an equally gorgeous body, what I could see of it, dressed in western clothes. She wore a frilly white, long sleeved blouse that one could not quite see through but which, nonetheless, fit her elegantly curved chest to a "T." Her nipples tried to push through the thin bra and blouse material. 

She wore tight, black pants and matching black ankle boots. I indicated for her to slowly turn around. She stopped momentarily when she had her back to me and my eyes drank in her fabulously shaped, tight ass. Gorgeous. Ujhi completed her turn around to face me once again.

"Are you still pleased?"

"You also know the answer again by just looking at me."

"And by another, unmentionable part of your body," grinned Ujhi.

We continued to talk for quite sometime before I heard a rustling and Fatima quietly appeared and said, "You must come in, Ujhi, it is growing quite late and we can chance this no longer. Please!"

"Fatima is correct," Ujhi said, "I must go now. Do you wish me to contact you again?"

"Most definitely." 

"Then, good night for now." 

And she was gone. Fatima escorted me back to the gate and quietly let me out.

It was a week later before I heard from her again. I could hardly concentrate on my work. I was in agony to see her again.

Her note finally arrived. It instructed me to go to the nearby city and to a certain hotel where I would find a room reserved and paid for in my name. I was to wait there, starting at noon the next day.

Needless to say, I was there, well before the appointed time. At 12:05, there was a discreet knock on the door. I swiftly, but quietly, strode to the door and looked out through the peep hole. Two fully veiled figures stood waiting. I opened the door and one of the figures quickly slipped in while the other just as quickly turned and strode away down the hall.

Ujhi ripped off her head covering and grabbed me in a tight embrace which quickly led to lip-lock and groans. 

"I'm nineteen and on fire for sex with a man of my choosing for my first experience before my family marries me off to an old sheik. I want a young man's spear to awaken and release the sexual feelings exploding within me. 

You are my choice, my mentor, my sexual savior. When you bumped into me, I knew you were the one. I wanted you to take me there on the steps, but of course, that was not possible. We have three uninterrupted hours before I must be back. Love me now, shelter your missile in my tent now. Oh, Allah, forgive me, but FUCK me NOW, Jake!"

Well, how in the hell does a man answer that little speech? I did it slowly and sensuously undressing her in between the caresses and kisses I was lavishing upon her. I could not keep my hands off her flesh as I exposed more and more of it. 

She was utterly and fantastically gorgeous, beautiful beyond description. I have never seen one so beautiful before or since. Ujhi's nipples were rock hard even before I exposed them. By the time I started kissing them and tweaking them with my fingers, I think they might have poked through a concrete block, they were so hard. What a shame such beauty has to be hidden so deeply in clothes and veils.

Ujhi was panting very hard and I had only gotten her stripped to the waist so far. She was kissing me and nearly shredding my shirt as she tore if free of my body. I worked at getting her western style slacks loose as she worked on my belt buckle. Ujhi paused, then grabbed my head and crushed my face in the valley between her tits as she panted and went into, I think, a minor orgasm. I kissed and licked what I could reach of her tit wall as she crushed me into them. 

Releasing me allowed me to finally get her pants off to reveal a very western style thong, what there was of it soaked and dripping. I kissed my way from her cleavage down to and around her navel and then to the top of the thong. With a quick yank, I ripped the thong off her and kissed into and below her thick pubic patch. I passed her twitching clit to lick down and back up her pussy slit as she spread her legs wider to allow me full access. Ujhi was moaning loudly now.

"Oh Allah, Oh Allah, it feels so good, if feels soooo goood! Don't stop, Allah be praised, don't stop! OHHHHHH!"

That last groan and sigh came as I plunged my tongue as deeply into her love tunnel as I could get it. I was rewarded with a deluge of squirting pussy juice as Ujhi shuddered into one orgasm after another in a continuous roll for several minutes. She orgasmed so strongly from her pent up desires that she momentarily passed out. 

I carried her over to the bed. I had to shuffle carefully as my pants and boxers had dropped and still remained tangled around my ankles while my cock had sprung into rigid erectness, dripping precum. I got Ujhi on the bed on her back and proceeded to get rid of the rest of my clothing. I climbed aboard the bed and mounted Ujhi. I placed my ridged cock at her cunt hole and pushed as she fluttered awake from her faint.




Jake: Finding True Love



"Ooohbhhh!" she sighed, as I pushed into her maidenhead and beyond. Her tunnel was so wet, my cock needed no further lubrication as I glided in to my balls and held still. 

"Oh, ALLAH, it hurts and feels so good, all at the same time!" cried Ujhi. 

I remained still, letting us both savor the feeling of fullness and allow each to adjust to the other. 

"Fuck me now, Jake, fuck me harder!" 

So I did. Ujhi got her hips undulating and bucking to meet my every thrust, slow at first and then faster and faster until we had that bed really rocking. Ujhi screamed and came in buckets, one orgasm rolling into another until I lost count of them. I shot my load in the middle of all those orgasms--a bigger load than I ever had ejected before.

As Ujhi started to calm down, she cried, "Allah be praised, Allah be praised, that was heavenly!" She grabbed me and crushed me into her tits and held me so tight she literally crushed the breath out of me.

I had to croak out, "God, Ujhi, let me breathe!" Ujhi loosened her hold on me, but did not break it.

She said, "Rest quickly, Jake, I am not done with you yet. You have awakened me to the joys of the phallus and I am growing addicted already." 

She headed south with her mouth and hands to speed my recovery along. Her actions worked. Watching my cock slide in and out of her sensuous mouth drove me wild and had me hard again in no time flat. 

While I was spread-eagled on my back, Ujhi suddenly mounted me and slid herself down on my cock with the greatest of ease, but with a twist, a twist that left her spread in "the splits" with her right leg extended along and between my legs and her left leg extended along my chest and over my shoulder beside my head! She went all the way down to a straight line split, balls deep on me! Then she bounced up and down as if she were on springs. 

Jesus, what an incredible feeling! Keep going girl, keep going!

Ujhi kept moaning, "Oooohhh, oooohhh, oooohhh," in pleasure as she gyrated up and down. Her orgasm, another squirter, showered me with her pussy juice. I let go with my load before she quit squirting.

As I did not fully deflate, we stayed coupled, resting. Ujhi was content to remain sitting in her split position, keeping my cock warm. When she judged the time right, Ujhi lifted both arms straight out like airplane wings and began to tilt from side to side, touching her toes, first left and then right. The motion, though slight at cunt level, did incredible things to my imbedded cock. 

My cock grew harder than it had ever been and pulsed with life. At that point, Ujhi very slowly rose, sliding up my shaft until my cock dropped out of her with a loud plop sound. She got on her hands and knees with her ass high in the air and said, "I am still a virgin in one more place. I no longer wish to be. You will fix that now, please!" 

Well, her virgin ass was tighter than her virgin pussy, but I managed, with some effort, to remedy that little fact. After the initial pain, Ujhi enjoyed her butt fuck as much as she did all that had gone before, maybe more so. We had time for a cleansing shower together and more sex play with a final fuck before we heard the discreet knock on the door while we were drying off for the second time and dressing. I went to the door. It was Fatima and it was time for Ujhi to go.

Ujhi and I would maintain our clandestine meetings for over a year, almost two. One Thursday at what turned out to be our last meeting, during a post coital rest period, I said, "Ujhi, I have some unhappy news."

"I also have some unhappy news, my lover," she replied, "but you first."

"I am being transferred back to the states," I said. "I leave on the early Monday morning plane for New York. This will be our last time together. I'm sorry, I will miss you more than words can describe."

"My news would have ended our meetings also. I am finally to be wed. I have been chosen for a match that, for many reasons, I can not refuse, for the sake of my family. He is much older and will never replace you, but I will do my duty. I think our chances of being discovered are growing too much for us to continue under any circumstances anyway. I also am so sorry. I will miss you the same, especially your man missile." The sex was wild and furious for our last hour together.

HOMECOMING

Once finally in New York, I caught a regional flight that would take me to the airport twenty miles from home. Home! As I said before, I had not been home in twelve long years. I wondered what I would find. I called home from New York, giving my uncle Fred, Dad's brother, my flight number and estimated time of arrival. He said he and Aunt Mary would meet me when I landed. 

For once, miracle of miracles, the airline was dead on time and after a smooth landing, the plane rolled up to the gate. I deplaned to find my Uncle Fred and Aunt Mary giddy with relief and fell into hugs and kisses left waiting for me to claim for twelve long years. After ten minutes of this and Aunt Mary in tears with Uncle Fred nearly so, we went down a level to the baggage claim area.

On the way to baggage claim, Uncle Fred said, "I just wish your parents could have lived to see this day!"

At the baggage carousel, a deliciously lovely young lady walked up to me and before I could get a good look at her, hugged me tight, chest to chest and groin to groin. 

She put her mouth to my ear and whispered so that only I could hear, "So, you are back at last! I'm still a virgin and have been waiting twelve long years for you to fix that and I damn well am not going to wait very much longer. See to it!"

With that, we kissed passionately until I could finally break away and cry, "Jane! Dear Jannie! Let me get a breath. Let me get a look at you!"

Jane had matured into an extremely lovely woman. Equal to Jen but not quite the level of Ujhi. Jane had the softened curves of maturity, but no extra pounds and no sag, or at least none that I could see with her clothes on. She was lightly tanned and extremely fit. I shared my observations with her and then she shared her observations with me.

"You certainly are fit and well tanned too, Jake. The desert must have agreed with you! My God, you look terrific!"

"In more ways than you might know," I responded.

"Oh, a real lady killer were you, Jake?"

"Later," was my laconic answer to that question!"

"Well, I intend to pin you down on that one tonight, Jake!"

"What's up for tonight?" I asked.

"You, I hope." replied Jane in a slight leer, "You are taking me out for dinner and dancing, you big hunk!"

"Oh, ok, that sounds like a winner."

"In more ways than you might know," replied Jane with a very mischievous smile.

Uncle Fred drove us into town for lunch at a nice restaurant that had not existed before I left town twelve years back. Lunch was delightful as Jane and I began to get reacquainted. Uncle Fred and Aunt Mary just beamed at the two of us when they weren't actually talking. 

Afterward, Uncle Fred drove us to his house. He had a two car garage but only one car, so my car was stored in the unused bay. Uncle Fred kept it maintained and drove it just enough to keep it in good working order. He said it was like being a teenager again, but he was uncomfortable driving the car. 

The car? It was a 1963, Corvette split window coupe that I bought new while I was in college. The Vette had the Z06 option, including the outsized, 36 gallon fuel tank. And it could fly like the wind.

Jane and I said goodbye to Uncle Fred and Aunt Mary. I thanked them profusely for all they did for me and for the lunch. Janie and I then climbed into my ebony black beauty, which is also what I called the car. We were greeted by her bright red leather interior. 

I turned the key and listened to the well remembered, throaty growl of her exhaust. I backed out and we took off with a squeal of rubber and tire smoke. God, this car still had it! Jane looked at me and grinned. It was her first time to see and ride in the car.

"Where to, Jane?" Jane seemed more fitting in our maturity than the nickname 'Janie' that I used high school.

"The nearest, nice motel," Jane, replied in a quiet, matter of fact voice. "I told you I wanted you to fix my problem, ASAP and I meant exactly that. If we survive, you can then take me dinning and dancing later in the evening."

"Isn't this a little quick?" 

"Not if you consider I had wanted you to take me for four years before you left and then waited the twelve you have been gone since. Buddy, this is long, long overdue. Now find us a motel. Quickly!"

"Well, when you put it that way, I..."

"I do indeed put it that way, buster," Jane interrupted me.

Five minutes later, I rolled Black Beauty under the canopy of one of those romantically themed motels and got out to get us registered. That accomplished, I returned to Black Beauty and Jane to park. As we walked back to the door of our room, I said to Jane, "Our suite is the Arabian Nights Room or the Aladdin Room."

"What's that?" asked Jane.

"You'll see in just a moment."

When I opened the heavy outside door of the suite, we entered a small vestibule with a beautifully decorated canvas "tent awning" overhead that was attached to the inner door frame top and held up at the entrance end with shiny, ebony black poles on either side about two inches in diameter. The entryway at the other end of the vestibule was transparent, gossamer silk hangings that stood in place of tent opening flaps. 

As we stepped into the suite proper, we could see the bedroom. It was decorated to look like the huge pyramid tent of a desert sheik, once again, billowing and transparent, colored silks at the entrance. The tent framed the entire room over the huge, round bed. The bed itself was covered with a combination of brilliant red satin with red and white silk trimmings.

"Oh My GOD. Oh my dear God!" exclaimed Jane.

"No," I replied, "the expression, I think, is 'Oh, Allah or 'Allah be praised'!" 

Jane just stood there, speechless. The desert sheik theme was also carried out in the second room, a sitting or living room like place, which also contained a jacuzzi sized for just two or maybe three people. 

The third room was, of course, the bathroom; a very large bathroom and shower. It also maintained the desert theme.

Jane turned and stepped into my arms, saying, "That desert really did affect you, didn't it my love?"

"Yes, my true love, I guess it really did. I..."

Jane silenced me with a deep and passionate kiss that turned into a battle of dueling tongues. My hands roved up and down her back and butt cheeks. Jane's left hand dropped to my crotch and grabbed my equipment package in a near death grip, making me wince.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away," Jane said, "but I have waited so long to get my hands on this, not to mention some of your other body parts! Let's get our clothes out of the way."

Jane nearly ripped her clothes off, she undressed so quickly and then she started on what was left of my clothes. She literally did rip my boxers off my body! I held Jane off at arm's length and said, "You really are in a hurry aren't you. Let's slow this down just a minute and let me get a look at you, my lovely. My and you are every bit as lovely as I imagined."

"Screw that and screw me instead!" Jane cried out.

By this time, my well endowed equipment was rock hard and standing straight up. Jane grabbed me by the cock and pulled me to the bed. She pushed me down on my ass at the edge of the bed, forced my knees apart, and dived down with her mouth onto my rigid boner. I have never had a cock sucking like the one she proceeded to give me. 

"I may be a virgin otherwise, but I have had some experience with this," Jane croaked when she came up for a breath. In just minutes, Jane had me shooting a load down her throat.

"Alright, big boy, next time, in my pussy, you will last a lot longer. How soon can you recharge and go again?" Jane asked.

"Just call me 'Quicks Draw McGraw." I answered.

Jane continued to kneel in front of me and stroke my cock and in less time than it takes to tell, true to my word, my cock was up and wagging for more.

"Jesus, you weren't kidding, were you!"

She got up and laid on her back on the bed and said, "Now is the time to take my cherry, Jake, move your ass! I've waited long enough for this!"

I climbed onto the middle of the bed and mounted Jane, wiping my cock up and down her now nearly liquid cunt slit to gain some lubrication. I went from asshole to clit in slow, teasing passes with my cock head. Slowly, I sunk my helmet into Jane's velvety folds, deeper and deeper with each pass.

"Oh Allah, if that pleases you, quit your damned teasing. Put your cock in and fuck me, Jake, FUCK ME!"

Never one to deny a lady, I centered my embedded cock on her opening and pushed into her maidenhead and then beyond in one slow, but steady motion. I could feel her wince as I broke her cherry and heard her moan of pain. 

Those moans quickly turned to moans of pleasure, though and I began to stroke in earnest. With Jane fingering her clit, it did not take very long for her to burst into a climax that curled her toes and arched her back, with a loud shriek from her to boot. I arched my back into a final, hard, deep thrust and shot off my wad right behind her climax. 

I collapsed onto my elbows over her and she made mewing sounds of pleasure into my neck and chest. I just panted for breath and thought, I think this is the woman for me, my soul mate. I think I knew that long before I left home.

I stayed hard in Jane's pussy until she said, "Jake, I hate to move, but I need to use the bathroom."

So, I slowly withdrew my cock with a sloppy sound, noting the copious amounts of our combined come mixed with some of her virginal blood coating most of its length. Jane slid out from under me and I watched her struggle to the bathroom with her hand between her legs, trying to stem some of the flow of come juices draining down her legs. 

After Jane emptied her bladder and cleaned up some with a wet cloth, she came back to bed and fell on top of me, wrapping her legs around mine and her arms around my neck. My hard cock was riding up between her navel and her tits, evidently to her great pleasure as she wiggled over it the whole time we lay there.

Jane said to me, "Now, before we go any further, I want to know about your other women and then we will never talk about them again. I know you weren't celibate for the past twelve years. You already know that I have given head before, but nothing else. Now give!"

I hesitated a bit and Jane said, "Don't be bashful, Jake, its not like you. Give, buster, I want to know."

"Ok," I said. There have been only two others. There was this girl in college..." Over the next half hour, I gave a summary of the two other women in my life over the past twelve years, Jen and Ujhi.

At the conclusion of my story, Jane asked, "Did you love them?"

"Yes, I would have to say I did, especially Jen. But my love for them was not strong enough for a lifelong commitment and there was no way Ujhi and I could maintain our relationship indefinitely under any circumstances because of the cultural differences. 

I realized, when I saw you at the airport, that I had always loved you in a way that will indeed be a lifetime commitment. It took twelve years of separation to make me realize that."

"Is that a proposal?" asked Jane.

Blinking back tears, her nose touching mine, I answered, "Yes, it it!"

"Then I accept!"

*****

Finis

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** Author's note: Readers may wish to consult: Mernissi, Fatima, Beyond the Veil; Male Female-Dynamics in a Modern Muslim Society. 1975