A Clueless Village Girl In The USA – Part 3

A Clueless Village Girl In The USA – Part 3
As said before, this is a plot-driven story about a village girl in the USA with some sex scenes, not the other way around. “Huh…huh…huh…” Prasad’s pants were louder than Meghna’s moans as he was mounting on top of her in the dark bedroom. During normal days, Meghna would be praying that he lasts longer. But tonight, she just wants to get it over with. She convinced him not to switch on the light. 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. He then rolled off, and within 2 minutes, he started snoring. Meghna was unsatisfied. It was one thing when she never had that orgasm. But after a marathon session today with Travis, she was showered with orgasms. She felt more irritated after eating the forbidden fruit. She got up and draped her nightie and went to the bathroom, and cleaned herself. Her body was shaking as it was craving for another orgasm. She sat on the commode and touched her clitoris with her hand. She felt a mini electric surge. She started rubbing it and felt so good. She used her fingers to roll around it. Meghna then put two fingers inside her vagina while her thumb was caressing her clit. Wow, this is so better than sex from Prasad. She had heard rumors in college from classmates on how to masturbate and their first sexual experiences. But there was also an urban legend. It can tear your hymen, making you not bleed on the first wedding night, casting doubts if you are a virgin or not. But now she has no issues, 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 own breasts. She lost control over herself and was moaning automatically. She totally forgot that Prasad might wake up and find her in the bathroom. Her mind was full of visions of Travis and his huge cock. Why was she so fascinated looking at that unaesthetic piece of muscle in his body? Meghna kept doing it as fast as she could. Her fingers were hitting the roof of the 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 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. She came back to reality. She didn’t just cry but was bawling loudly as if she lost everything. She realized that she had just masturbated thinking of her cheater. What a bad wife she was? She had cheated on her husband and hid it. Didn’t she enjoy it? So much that she masturbated thinking of him? But wasn’t she forced? But didn’t she buckle too easily? She was so docile. She took him to the bedroom and removed her clothes on her own despite knowing his intentions. But he threatened her that he was an ex-convict and her primal instincts opted for self-preservation. What will Prasad think if she tells? Already he was apprehensive that she might cheat on him, and he would use this as proof. Even if he didn’t think, his family would be happy to dump her. After all, they conned a million in the name of dowry. She cried even more, thinking of how her father would be the laughing stock when his daughter is branded a whore. Travis was right. She can’t tell her husband. The next two days were hell for her as the pressure was building like a pressure cooker. She would burst if she didn’t find a way to vent it out. She can’t talk to her mother without Prasad’s presence, and she can’t trust any of her new friends. Steve was watching the highlights of the NBA match on his cable when he got a knock. 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 wondered why she decided to come into his house today and why she is looking down. He sat next to her and took her hands and cupped them with 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 told how she tricked her into inviting him to the house and had his way with her. Steve’s 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. “I enlisted in the army at 19,” he continued, “And like many soldiers, I rushed into marriage with my high school girlfriend. I believed that true love exists, and marrying a white girl was a status symbol.” I was posted abroad and was working hard. But I didn’t know that my wife was blowing off the money I sent for buying the house on drugs and boyfriends. She was so good at hiding stuff. I was so foolish. I even forgave her twice, hoping she would change, but she just couldn’t stop cheating.” “When I filed for divorce finally. She complained of domestic violence against me. I tried hard at least to get custody of my child. But the jury already passed the 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 the alimony and child support. She blew it away on drugs until she overdosed a few years ago. Travis grew up in a house of revolving doors of crack-addicted boyfriends, and the 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 retired lives.

” “That’s not the problem,” she cried, “The problem is my husband. He will use this to divorce me.” Meghna burst out into another episode. He gently lifted her and tried to comfort her. It took around 10 minutes for her to come out. Then she slowly narrated how her husband’s family cheated her parents by telling them he is a rich NRI and demanded dowry. How her mother in law keeps a leash on her through her son. How her husband never treats her with anything. How he had stopped her from visiting his friends as he suspects of cheating. Even Steve’s dark face was becoming redder as he kept hearing. He always found Prasad as a shifty person, but never did he think he was so diabolical. He couldn’t believe that his neighbor had been screwed 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. “The worst part is that I ended up enjoying the sex by your son and can’t stop forgetting 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. “No, dear,” said Steve, “It is completely natural, especially when your husband is a ten-second, Tom.” Meghna looked at him, totally puzzled. “You see,” explained Steve, “The walls aren’t that thick. I can hear your ‘bedroom noises’ sometimes. I can easily see 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 perfectly natural to every human being,” continued Steve, “We had an Algerian Muslim named Khalid in our platoon. He was a deeply religious Muslim.” “Of course, it was simpler times when religious Muslims were not flying planes into skyscrapers. He was the first Muslim-American in our base, and the US army made sure that he was taken care of well.” “He had a separate halal meal. He had permission to take breaks for his prayers. He was a very decent person, and we all respected his beliefs. Once, we were stationed in Incheon, South Korea. The locals invited us for a feast for the celebration of US-Korea friendship.” “We had a variety of items, and 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. So he rushed to the restroom, put a finger into his throat, and vomited it out.” “Later, everyone chided, saying that eating pork didn’t kill you, and you enjoyed it. So why are you abstaining from it? He replied, ‘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 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 a dilemma.” Meghna once again started crying into his shoulders. Steve was a good man. He was trying to teach her to do the right thing after she ‘cheated’ on her husband. There is no explanation for cheating, no matter how bad the husband is to you. She must be a strong woman and not give in to bodily desires. But why not? Anyway, there was nothing good in her marriage. Her husband and in-laws cheated first. She was living six months of hell in the USA. She felt the warm embrace of Steve. Her mind started reminiscing the moans and grunts of Esmerelda. She looked up at the eyes Steve and said, “ Please take me, Steve.” For any feedback and reviews, please send an email to [email protected]. You can read my other story here. Please note that any personal chat or friendship won’t be answered.