Naziya, the baddie’s ass, was everyone’s dream. i got a chance to fuck her juicy pussy . she was mine for an hour in the class when no one was there .
All the boys in my class used to cast glances at one particular girl because she was a queen of breathtaking beauty. Hearing the boys’ comments made me feel deeply uncomfortable. So, what did I do?
My name is Stephen. When I was 19 years old, I developed a crush on a girl named Naziya. Naziya attended my coaching classes. She belongs to a muslim family. She had a fair complexion and stood about five-and-a-half feet tall. Her booty measured 32 inches, and her eyes held a piercing, sharp gaze.
Just by looking at Naziya, the boys from the coaching center and the neighborhood would masturbate to relieve their sexual tension.
Our coaching classes were held right inside the school premises. After school hours, I would leave the coaching center for home around 3:00 PM. I am a good student and a boy who has always kept his distance from girls.
Yet, whenever I looked at her, I felt an inexplicable urge—a conviction that I needed to save this girl from the lustful clutches of these “hungry wolves.” Driven by this thought, whenever I left the coaching center to head home, I would follow Naziya from a safe distance, ensuring I saw her safely to her doorstep before proceeding to my own home.
One of my friends noticed this behavior of mine. At first, he didn’t pay much attention to it. However, whenever the conversation among our group of friends turned to discussing Naziya’s youthful allure, I would become visibly agitated.
Observing all this, my friend realized that I was deeply smitten with Naziya.
He asked me, “If you like Naziya so much, why don’t you just tell her how you feel?”
But I couldn’t bring myself to do that; perhaps my shyness stood as a barrier, preventing me from taking such a step.
Then, one day, that very same friend issued me a challenge: “If you truly want to save that girl from being forced upon by some guy, then you need to win her over yourself. Otherwise, sooner or later, someone is going to come along and crush that delicate bud.”
I replied, “Alright then… give me one month. Within that time, I’ll make *her* the one who proposes to *me*.” Now, faced with this challenge, I devised a strategy. I continued attending coaching classes as usual, but alongside my studies, I would constantly keep an eye on Naziya. Whenever our eyes happened to meet during this time, I would immediately look away and fix my gaze on the blackboard. Observing me watching her in this manner, Naziya smiled a couple of times… but I would simply turn my face away from her.
Even now, after coaching ended, whenever I set out for home, I would make sure to walk her to her doorstep before heading to my own. She had certainly taken note of this.
All the while, I never said a word to her. Naziya, too, had come to realize that I wasn’t about to say anything to her anytime soon.
One day, our test exams were underway. I had finished answering all the questions. During this time, anyone who asked me for help, I assisted them all.
Suddenly, the ink in my pen ran out. I felt flustered. Seeing my distress, a friend of mine asked, “What happened?”
I scribbled the pen across my palm to demonstrate, letting him know that the ink had dried up.
Upon seeing this, my friend called out loudly—almost shouting—to the entire class: “Hey guys, did anyone bring an extra pen? Lend one over here… Stephen’s pen isn’t working!”
Naziya looked at me with a smile; she was the very first person to pull a pen from her pencil box and extend it toward me.
She then asked me to cross-check her answers to ensure she had written them correctly.
Witnessing this, my friends began making teasing remarks—aimed either at her or at me. We both listened to it all in silence, simply smiling and brushing off their banter.
Then, the 5th of September—Teachers’ Day—drew near. Everyone began collecting contributions to celebrate the occasion. The girls took charge of the gifts, while the boys took responsibility for the decorations. I volunteered to handle the cake, deciding that I would bring it to the coaching class at exactly 1:00 PM on September 5th, and then head out to fetch the decoration supplies starting at 2:30 PM.
Naziya got wind of my plan. On September 5th, she arrived at the coaching center just a little before 1:00 PM. I, too, arrived five minutes later. I was surprised to see Naziya. I asked, “You’re back so soon?”
Right then and there, she proposed to me. I was stunned… left completely speechless. Seeing my silence, she began to cry. Before I could utter a word, she stepped forward and kissed me passionately on the lips.
The moment she clung to me, I became acutely aware of what she was wearing—or rather, what she wasn’t. She had nothing on underneath her shirt. I had been yearning to hold Naziya close for what felt like an eternity. The fullness of her breasts instantly aroused me, and in return, I wrapped my arms tightly around her and began to kiss her back.
I pulled her tightly into my arms. Tears of sheer joy—the kind that come from finally finding love—were streaming from her eyes, and as I held her pressed against my chest, I, too, felt a strange sense of profound peace. The intoxicating scent of her body transported me to a realm entirely of its own.
After a little while, we pulled apart. I gazed at her, and she, in turn, gazed into my eyes. Then, blushing with shyness, she lowered her gaze.
I smiled, and she smiled back.
“I have something to tell you,” I said.
“Is there still something left to say?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
She looked at me expectantly.
Tonight, I wanted to make her mine; so, without uttering another word, I simply opened my arms to her once again.
She understood. With her eyes still lowered, she whispered, “We still have an hour left. Whatever your answer may be… please, show me your love during this hour.”
As she spoke, she closed the classroom door, unbuttoned her shirt one by one, and clung to me.
Well, if you throw a goat before a lion, it is bound to become prey. I, too, stopped thinking and held her close. I began to kiss her passionately, holding her tightly against me. My hands slipped her shirt off, and she did the same with mine.
Her breasts were firm and taut—hot to the touch, like heated spheres. Our breathing grew rapid and heavy, our bodies radiating heat. She unzipped my jeans and slid down my underwear, leaving me completely naked. I, in turn, stripped her bare as well, and we both reveled in the burning heat of each other’s naked bodies.
In that moment, we were both completely consumed by desire. I glanced around the room, pushed two high benches together, and fashioned a makeshift bed for us. I gently laid her down upon it. She settled onto the benches and closed her eyes.
I began to suckle at her breasts while my hand found its way to her core. She moaned softly in response—”Ah… ahhh… ohhh… ouch…” Spreading her legs wide, she said, “Stephen, hurry up and put your cock inside my ass now… I can’t take it anymore.”
I spread both her legs completely apart and gazed down at her coochie. It was lightly covered with hair and was as pink as rose petals.
I had picked up a few moves from watching porn movies. Recalling those techniques, I immediately pressed my tongue against her juicy hole.
By now, Naziya was thoroughly aroused. Opening her eyes, she pleaded in a desperate voice, “Stephen, forget about that for now… just put it inside quickly first… or else I’m going to bite your cock off!”
But I remained engrossed in licking her wet vagina. The fire of her desire had intensified beyond measure.
Using both her hands and legs, she pressed my head firmly against her cumdump and began moaning seductively—”Ooh… yesss… oh my!”
Crying out loudly, she climaxed, and then her body went limp.
For a moment—perhaps a minute—it felt as though the storm had subsided. Suddenly, Naziya sat up, took my cock into her mouth, and began sucking on it like a lollipop.
Now it was my turn to start moaning—”Ah… ah…”
Just a minute later, I pulled my cock out of Naziya’s mouth and prepared to thrust into her cumdump.
By this point, I was surging with raw passion. I lay Naziya flat on her back upon a high bench and began rubbing my cock against her juicy slut pussy.
Naziya was aroused once again. She guided my cock into position against her juicy slutpussy herself. Her pussy was still sealed—her hymen was intact.
She said, “Stephen, this is my first time… please thrust into my hole very slowly… It’s going to hurt, but don’t stop.”
Being a complete novice, I plunged three inches of my cock deep inside her hole with my very first thrust. Blood began to trickle from Naziya’s pussy, and she writhed in agony. I pulled her into a tight embrace and began to kiss her.
Tears streamed from her eyes, and she was trembling. The moment her body stopped shaking, I thrust my cock deep into her nasty pussy. Ripping through her tight flesh, my seven-inch cock vanished completely inside her.
Naziya clung to me tightly and cried out in a muffled voice, “Oh, Mommy… I’m dying!”
I continued to kiss her, suckling on her breasts as I slowly began to fuck her.
Now, Naziya started to enjoy it too. She became completely aroused and began to moan—”Ah… ah… ouch… oh… ah…”
“Ah… harder… my sthephen…”
I, too, began to fuck her with all my might. Just a few minutes later, clutching onto me tightly, she climaxed. Without wasting a moment, I began to thrust furiously; I was on the verge of coming inside her.
I asked her what she wanted, and she replied, “This is the first time I’ve ever truly desired someone… my nasty hole has finally been inaugurated today… go ahead and cum inside me.”
After delivering about twenty more powerful thrusts, I held Naziya tight. She clung back to me just as tightly, and together, we both climaxed.
There was pure joy in Naziya’s eyes. We shared a passionate, intense kiss, then pulled apart and got dressed.I spoke to Naziya about the other boys—specifically the guys from our neighborhood—and the way they looked at her. I explained that everything I had done up until now was to protect her from them.
She replied, “Regardless of that… even after I gave you the signal, you never abandoned your decency… and that is what I loved most about you.”
I asked her, “And what else did you like? I mean… just ten minutes ago?”
She laughed and said, “You fucked me really well… feel free to ask for it whenever you want—though I know you probably still won’t be able to bring yourself to ask.”
I kissed her once again.
She added, “Stephen, this—what happened between us—must remain our little secret.” I said, “Alright.”
By then, it was already 2:30. Telling her to keep an eye on the cake, I went off to get the decoration supplies.
From then on, whenever the two of us met, we would exchange a smile. Although my love blossomed, it never reached its destination. She got married and even had children.