Age no bar:2

Posted: January 16, 2011 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Åādilah Sultān, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex |1 Comment

Age no bar

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

As I began slowly humping her, Åādilah Sultān felt the first waves of pleasure coursing through her Sunni Musalmān body.

Åādilah Sultān was overcome with the joy of having actual sex again, with a real, not an imagined, partner.

As I quickened my pace, she found herself matching my rhythm with her own, quickening her pace to match my, joyously fucking me back.

The surges of ashvinātam pleasure were building within her then, and her Sunni Musalmān Cunt muscles began to contract and release my Uncut Hindu Cock, milking me.

Then she could only groan with pleasure as orgasm after orgasm swept over her, and she surrendered her entire being to this Hindu man who was the source of such magic.

I lost all control when I felt her Sunni Musalmān Cunt clutching at my Uncut Hindu Cock, pulsing, pulling me in deepest.

I was fucking Åādilah Sultān hard then, feeling the power of my own Hindu orgasm swelling up from deep in my balls, reaching for that peak of ecstasy, attaining it, and then come crashing down as I spilled my Hindu cum up inside her pulsing hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Later, we lay together in each other’s arms, the evaporating sweat on our bodies cooling us.

Åādilah Sultān was crying, softly.

“What’s wrong, Åādilah Sultān? Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?”

“Oh, no. You were wonderful. It was wonderful.”

“Then what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Those are sad tears, not happy tears.”

“You can really tell the difference? But you’re right, and it’s complicated. I don’t know if I can explain met to myself, much less to you.”

“You could try. I’m not going anywhere, not unless you kick me out.”

“That won’t happen. It’s just that…. Well, you know I lost my husband Åbbās, almost two years ago, now.”

“Yes.”

“Well, Åbbās and I had a very active sex life. Even after our daughter Arzumand Åbbās was born, we could never keep our hands off each other, throughout all our married life. We did anything and everything to and with each other. Nothing really far out, Mind you, we never intentionally caused one another pain. Åbbās would occasionally even bring home toys for us to play with.”

“Toys?”

“Yes. After he passed, I even kept some of the best of them. If you’re a good boy, I might even show you my collection sometime!”

“I can’t wait. But I still don’t understand what is making you so sad.”

“I’m not sure. Guilt maybe? I think I’m done grieving for Åbbās, but maybe I feel like I’m cheating on him, or at least on my memory, by wanting and needing you so badly. Durgesh, I’m afraid I’m at the point where more than I miss my poor, dear, husband, I miss the sex.”

“Åādilah Sultān, those are just feelings, feelings that sound perfectly normal, but feelings nonetheless. Feelings aren’t right or wrong, we just are. Your feeling guilty about still wanting and enjoying sex is not reasonable, but knowing that doesn’t help what you feel. I can only tell you to relax and ride those feelings out. If they are as illogical as we both know them to be, then we will eventually go away.”

“Durgesh, I think, or at least I hope, you’re right. What made you so wise?”

“It comes with advanced age. But I’m really happy to hear that you want more and more sex from me. I want you to know, dear Sunni Musalmān lady, that I am more than willing to oblige you insofar as my advanced age will allow.”

“Stop it. Men half your age wish they were as vigorous as you.”

“So you say. It was not so long ago that I was afraid I would never have another erection. Only recently did someone come into my life and show me my fears were just that, only fears.”

“Then I owe that person a debt of gratitude. I take it you mean that lovely dark haired Sunni Musalmān lady I saw you going down on by the pool in the middle of the night?”

I could only chuckle.

“You saw that, did you? And Maimūnah Aslam was so sure nobody would ever see us at that hour of morning. And yours truly, like the true idiot he was, went along with it. True fact: horny clouds the Mind and abolishes all reason!”

“Well, I for one thought the whole thing was very beautiful. And verrrry hot. I won’t tell you what I was doing to myself while I watched you two.”

“You are a sexy little number, aren’t you? And, Eīshān, am I damn lucky to have made your acquaintance!”

“No luck about it. I’ve known how to operate those exercise machines for years…. Durgesh?”

“Yes, Åādilah Sultān?”

“Would you….please would you….go down on me like you did on the spectacularly beautiful Sunni Musalmān woman by the pool?”

In answer, I scooted down the bed, spread Åādilah Sultān’s legs, and buried my Uncut Hindu Prick in her hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

As soon as my Uncut Hindu Prick met her Sunni Musalmān bush, Åādilah Sultān convulsed with ashvinātam pleasure.

I spread her Sunni Musalmān labia with my Uncut Hindu Cock, and ran my Uncut Hindu Prick from her perfect Sunni Musalmān asshole to her Sunni Musalmān Clit, which was just peeking out, a hard button emerging from a hood of skin.

I touched it with my Uncut Hindu Prick, and Åādilah Sultān jumped.

“Yes! There! Oh yes, there, fuck me there!”

Instead, I came off it, and only rubbed around it, as, waist up; I inserted my Uncut Hindu Cock into her hot Sunni Musalmān snatch.

Reaching up with my other hand, I found a Sunni Musalmān breast, cupped it, and teased the nipple with my fingers.

I could feel her Sunni Musalmān Cunt muscles contact on my Uncut Hindu Prick every time I pinched her nipple.

Åādilah Sultān was moaning then, occasionally mouthing “Soooo Gooood! Feels soooo gooood! Don’t stop, Durgesh, it feels soooo gooood!”

I, still working my Uncut Hindu Prick up and down her hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy, began to fuck her, searching for the sensitive place inside her Sunni Musalmān Cunt, in the front, on top, where I knew it must be hiding.

My Uncut Hindu Prick finally touched a spot where the Sunni Musalmān Cunt wall was just a bit rougher in texture than the rest, and Åādilah Sultān practically came off the bed.

I knew now I could, metaphorically at least, blow the top of her head clean off.

Only then, as I fucked her most secret Sunni Musalmān place, did I turn my attention to her Sunni Musalmān Clit, my Uncut Hindu Penis firm around it, rubbing it, fucking it.

Åādilah Sultān’s body was convulsing with ashvinātam pleasure then, and she was literally screaming.

Åādilah Sultān arched her back and gripped my waist, clutching me, pushing my Uncut Hindu Prick deepest into her pulsing hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy, and she rolled her pelvis forward, grinding her Sunni Musalmān Cunt into my Hindu groin.

Her back arched completely off the bed, held there by a strength she never knew she had, and her perfect Sunni Musalmān ass pumping, Åādilah Sultān fucked me hardest.

Her perfect Sunni Musalmān ass still held high, a shudder passed through her Sunni Musalmān body with her each crashing Sunni Musalmān orgasm.

I could only hold my breath and hang on for dear life, my Uncut Hindu Prick maintaining constant pressure on Åādilah Sultān’s Sunni Musalmān Clit.

When she could stand it no more, Åādilah Sultān pushed me away from her hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy, and, still holding me, pulled me up so that my body was once again lying next to hers.

Only then did she relax her grip, gently pulling my face to hers for a deep ashvinātam kiss, her greedy ravenous Sunni Musalmān tongue searching my ready Hindu mouth.

“Whatever it is you did, Durgesh, you need to patent it. I have never…. It was so absolutely amazing. Whenever I come back down to earth, I want you to know I intend to return the favor.”

“And I intend to hold you to that. Tell me, are those a few gray hairs among the honey blonde on your hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy?”

“What did you expect? I am way past 50.”

I kissed the top of her head.

“None up here,” I said.

“Oh, there are a few, covered up by the miracles of modern science. I could color my pubes, too if you like.”

“Not on my account,” I laughed, “But that might be fun to watch!”

“Well, it’s not going to happen tonight, if ever. Besides, old Hindu man, you are utmost incredible. you flat wore me out! I’m very pleasantly exhausted.”

Åādilah Sultān reached down, pulled the covers over us, I still inside her, and we fell fast asleep.

I awoke later than usual the next morning, finding Åādilah Sultān still fast asleep under me.

I got up, looked at the tangle of clothes on the bedroom floor, and decided I might just as well remain naked.

I padded out to Åādilah Sultān’s kitchen to see about making morning coffee.

The coffee maker was in the open, on the counter, with the box of filters alongside.

I rummaged around her cabinets, found the coffee mugs, but no coffee.

I thought for a moment, and then checked the refrigerator.

Eureka!

Soon I had coffee brewing.

Åādilah Sultān awoke to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

One more thing to love about having me around, Åādilah Sultān thought.

She found one of the granny nightgowns her daughter had bought for her, put it on, and went out to the living room.

She found me standing with a mug of coffee in my hand, naked, staring out the window at the pool below.

“Good morning, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Méré Hindu Piyā! ! Did you sleep well having your Uncut Hindu Prick deepest inside me? I haven’t slept as well in months!”

I turned to look at Åādilah Sultān, and appeared somewhat amused, but said nothing.

“What? Why are you smirking at me like that?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to smirk. It’s just…. That nightgown….”

“It’s a perfectly respectable nightgown. What’s wrong with this nightgown?”

“Just that it’s perfectly respectable. It’s not you. If you wear a nightgown at all, it should be something silky, clingy, something that shows what a sexy Sunni Musalmān lady you really are.”

“Well, since you put it like that….” Åādilah Sultān reached down, grabbed the hem with crossed arms, and pulled the nightgown off over her head.

Tossing it to the floor, Åādilah Sultān asked,

“Better?”

“Much better.” I set down my coffee mug, went to her, put my arms around her, and, holding her close, kissed her.

She responded by opening her extremely stunning Sunni Musalmān mouth and kissing me back, using her greedy ravenous Sunni Musalmān tongue.

Soon, what had started as a simple hug and good morning kiss, became a passionate embrace, naked ashvinātam bodies grinding against each other, enflaming each other, tongues and hands working.

Åādilah Sultān pushed off me then, and taking me by the hand, led me to the couch and sat me down.

Kneeling between my legs, she grasped my engorged Uncut Hindu Cock, and, lifting it, began licking my taut Hindu balls.

Åādilah Sultān played at sucking them in her extremely stunning Sunni Musalmān mouth and, pulling her head back, letting them pop out again.

When Åādilah Sultān was tired of that, she worked her greedy ravenous Sunni Musalmān tongue up my Uncut Hindu Shaft, finally taking the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely stunning Sunni Musalmān mouth, her quivering crimson hot Sunni Musalmān lips locked around it, her greedy ravenous Sunni Musalmān tongue flicking, and her extremely stunning Sunni Musalmān mouth sucking.

I let out a groan.

Åādilah Sultān put her hand between her beautiful Sunni Musalmān legs and began rubbing her Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Opening her extremely stunning Sunni Musalmān mouth wide, taking a deep breath, and relaxing her throat muscles, Åādilah Sultān pushed her extremely stunning Sunni Musalmān mouth down on My Uncut Hindu Cock, until her quivering crimson hot Sunni Musalmān lips touched my Hindu pubic hair.

She stuck out her greedy ravenous Sunni Musalmān tongue and licked my balls.

Then Åādilah Sultān pulled completely off me until only my Uncut Hindu Cock head remained in her extremely stunning Sunni Musalmān mouth, and repeated the process.

Åādilah Sultān had to let up a bit on playing with herself, rubbing her Sunni Musalmān Clit more slowly, because she was finding it interfered with her breathing.

The third time she took me deep in her throat, I groaned loudly, as if gasping for air, and she knew I was about to cum.

Åādilah Sultān pushed her head down on me as far as she could, then, and began swallowing on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Åādilah Sultān also returned to rubbing her Sunni Musalmān Clit vigorously.

Her quivering crimson hot Sunni Musalmān lips fast against my Hindu balls, she could feel them tighten, as I lifted my ass off the couch, grasped her hair, and pumped my Hindu cum deep in her Sunni Musalmān throat.

When I was drained, Åādilah Sultān came off my Uncut Hindu Cock quickly, gasping for air.

Her fingers, however, never stopped working her Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Soon, kneeling there on the floor between My legs, she too came, her head flung back, and crying out with her own pleasure.

When Åādilah Sultān had done, she returned her attention to me, licking me clean.

Åādilah Sultān looked up at me then and gave me a wicked smile.

“I just wanted to thank you for fucking me such best, last night.”

I couldn’t think of anything clever to say in response, so I just shut up and grinned

Åādilah Sultān warmed up my coffee and poured me a mugfull as she set about making breakfast.

I went back to the couch and admired her as she moved about the kitchen naked.

After breakfast, Åādilah Sultān said,

“I feel a bit grimy. What would you say to some water sex?”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit bright out? I usually confine my water sex expeditions to the middle of the night, preferably when there’s a new moon.”

“I definitely want to try that, but that’s not what I meant and you know it. Let me rephrase it…. How about some shower sex?”

“I’m up for that,” I said, and stood up to show I was indeed up for it.

Åādilah Sultān giggled, and grabbing my Uncut Hindu Cock, led me off to the shower.

Åādilah Sultān’s condo unit was a 2/2 with an undersized bathtub in the second bath.

The main bath, however, had a very fancy oversized shower, with both a hand held shower with multiple nozzle settings, and an overhead deluge showerhead.

“I really love this shower,” Åādilah Sultān said, still leading me holding my Uncut Hindu Cock and playing with it, “it’s one of the main reasons I bought this unit.”

Once in the shower, Åādilah Sultān turned on the water supply to the hand held, and adjusted the fine spray until it was the right temperature.

She directed the spray to my feet, and asked,

“Too hot for you? I like a nice hot shower.”

“No,” I said, “It feels good.”

“Good,” she smiled, and directed the spray to my still-hard Uncut Hindu Cock. “And how does that feel?”

Åādilah Sultān reached her hand into the stream of hot water and stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Like a very quick shower sex session.”

“Can’t have that,” Maimūnah Aslam said, taking her hand away, and redirecting the water stream to the deluge head, “I thought men slowed down with advanced age.”

“Not too many old Hindu men have a hot young Sunni Musalmān babe like you around to get our motor running.”

“Nonsense!” Åādilah Sultān squeezed my Uncut Hindu Prick, “We Musalmān Beauties die to have you Hindu old men to enjoy your experiences with us more and more.”

We soaped each other’s ashvinātam bodies, paying special attention to the crevices and crannies: to pussy, and assholes, and Uncut Hindu Cock and balls.

The hot water from the deluge head still coursing over us, we embraced, my hard Uncut Hindu Cock pressing against her ravenous avaricious Sunni Musalmān crotch, our mouth and lips and tongues locked.

Åādilah Sultān lifted her beautiful Sunni Musalmān leg, and wrapped it around my ass.

One arm still wrapped around my neck, Åādilah Sultān reached between them, found my Uncut Hindu Cock, and placed my Uncut Hindu Cock head at her center.

I pushed, and my Uncut Hindu Cock slid easily into her.

I maneuvered our ashvinātam bodies until her back was against the shower wall.

We were outside the stream of hot water then, but it didn’t matter, for, by then, we were making our own heat.

I fucked Åādilah Sultān slowly, my face buried in the hollow between her neck and her shoulder, driving myself as deeply inside her Sunni Musalmān Cunt as I could with each stroke.

Åādilah Sultān responded by rolling her hips forward to meet each thrust, fucking me right back.

The sweet tension built between us, as our pace quickened, and soon the familiar surges of pure ashvinātam ecstasy began to sweep over each of us, consuming us, taking over our minds and wills, so that the only thing that mattered was pleasing and being pleased.

We came as one body, Åādilah Sultān engulfed in wave after wave of fire that passed through her Sunni Musalmān body, her hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy pulsing, grasping, and I as the surge of power erupted from my Hindu balls and filled her with my hot Hindu seed.

When the final pulse of her hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy had milked the last of my Hindu cum from my softening Uncut Hindu Cock, Åādilah Sultān returned the leg that had been wrapped around me to the shower floor.

We moved back under the stream of hot water to cool off.

“Now that,” Åādilah Sultān said, as we dried each other off, “Gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘water sports!'”

Later, after we had collapsed on the bed and rested awhile, I said:

“Last night you said something about toys. You said you would show me your collection sometime. You’ve made me very curious. How about you show me your collection now?”

Åādilah Sultān blushed.

Considering how intimate we had already been, I found that very charming.

He rethought that. I admitted to myself that every time I had seen her blush I found it charming.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that,” Åādilah Sultān said.

I, however, kept insisting.

Soon she opened the top drawer of her nightstand and let me rummage inside.

I found a collection of vibrators in various shapes and sizes, all obviously for internal use, except for one designed to be strapped to the hand.

But there were also other goodies, including an outsized brilliant purple plastic dildo, complete with a set of large purple balls, and a tube of K-Y Jelly.

One item in particular drew my attention, and I picked it up for close examination.

“What have we here?” I asked, and grinned as Åādilah Sultān turned a bright red.

“You know perfectly well what that is. I told you Åbbās and I had an adventurous sex life, and that was part of it.”

I continued my examination of the butt plug, turning it this way and that.

“I can’t say I’ve ever seen one of these up close, ‘in the flesh,’ so to speak.”

Åādilah Sultān put her back up.

“You can see it in the flesh, so to speak, right now if you’d like!”

Intrigued, I handed the butt plug over to her.

Åādilah Sultān took it from me, and picked up the tube of K-Y Jelly from the drawer.

She got up off the bed, lubed the plug, then went into the bathroom and hiked one leg up on the toilet seat.

I watched as she put a dollop of the jelly on her finger, and inserted it into her perfect Sunni Musalmān asshole.

Then she took the butt plug, and with a grunt began to slowly insert it until it popped into place.

Then she put her beautiful Sunni Musalmān leg down and stood up straight, facing me.

“OK, smart ass,” she smirked, “now you can say you’ve seen one ‘in the flesh.'”

“Isn’t it uncomfortable? I think it would sure make you uncomfortable.”

“Not after I get used to met, then it feels kind of good. Sometimes, after Åbbās passed, I would put it in and then masturbate with the dildo…. I can’t believe I just told you that. You must think I’m such a slut!”

“Never! People sometime forget that besides making babies, sex is for pleasure too, and sometimes just for comfort. Are you going to leave that plug in?”

“For now. What I really would like is for you to fuck me with it in. Or maybe, to just pull it out and fuck my Sunni Musalmān ass yourself.” Åādilah Sultān winked at me wickedly.

“You may have forgotten, I just came twice in less than two hours. I’m an old man, remember, and while as good once as I ever was, I’m not as good as I once was!”

“And that’s only an old joke. But this butt plug in my ass has made me seriously horny. I need to cum again if I can. You can watch while I masturbate with my dildo, or better still, you can use it on me.” She frowned, “Allah, Durgesh, listen to me. Am I seriously grossing you out?”

“You’re exciting me is what you’re doing, and I’m thinking that I’m not twenty years old again, and that right now my Uncut Hindu Cock can get only half-hard. Tell me what you want me to do, and it will be my very great ashvinātam pleasure to oblige.”

Åādilah Sultān took a small vibrator and the purple dildo out of the drawer.

I heard the vibrator buzz as she turned it on to check the battery.

She pulled down the bed covers, positioned the pillows, then she sat up on the bed and spread her beautiful Sunni Musalmān legs.

“Come here, my Hindu lover, and sit next to me. That’s it, closer, cuddle me. Ah, that feels very nice, just with you close.”

I leaned down and kissed her Sunni Musalmān breasts, kissing and teasing the nipples.

“Yes! Please feel free to improvise. I love it when you do that. When you kiss on my nipples like that, I can feel my hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy snap! Here, take the vibrator and turn it on, and tease my Sunni Musalmān Clit with it. Yes, like that. Now do with the dildo whatever you would do with your Uncut Hindu Cock. That’s it, rub it up and down my hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips, get it good and wet and….oh! That’s it! Oh yes! Fuck me, fuck me!”

I brought Åādilah Sultān to an immense orgasm using my Uncut Hindu Cock instead the vibrator and the dildo.

I had a great erection.

Åādilah Sultān, for her part, was quite satisfied with my performance and scooting down on the bed until we lay in each other’s arms.

She kissed and hugged me.

The dildo and vibrator were still on top of the nightstand, but with my Uncut Hindu Prick in her gorgeous Sunni Musalmān butt, Åādilah Sultān drifted off into sleep.

I was sure I would not sleep, but pulled the covers up over us and continued to hold her.

I awoke hours later, ravenously hungry, Åādilah Sultān wide awake, cuddling, looking up at me and smiling.

“I’m hungry,” I said, “Let’s go and get something to eat.”

“Sounds good. I’m famished too. Too bad we’ll have to get dressed to go out.”

I picked through the clothes on the floor and recovered those I wore the night before.

I put them on only so I could go to my apartment to change.

“I’m leaving,” I called out to Åādilah Sultān, who was still in the bedroom, “I’ll be back for you in about 15 Minutes.”

“I’ll be ready,” Åādilah Sultān called back.

I returned in the promised 15 Minutes, wearing a fresh shirt and slacks, loafers without socks.

Åādilah Sultān opened the door, with her hair brushed shiny, and her only makeup freshly applied pink lipstick.

She wore a plain dress that came down to mid-thigh, with a nice green and gold, busy, print, cut low in the front.

Åādilah Sultān had on plain black flat shoes.

She wore no bra, not that she needed to, and she looked, I thought, sexy as hell.

“Butt plug?” he inquired.

“Right where you last saw it.” Åādilah Sultān smiled, “I’m not taking it out until you’re ready to fuck me there.”

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock tingle.

We went to a fairly nice restaurant, the kind with tablecloths on all the tables, cloth napkins, and where you ordered off the menu.

The hostess led us to a table, but Åādilah Sultān asked instead for a booth.

When she took us to U-shaped booth, Åādilah Sultān scooted inside, and pulled me in next to her.

We studied the menu, and the waiter came and took our order.

Åādilah Sultān pressed her shoulder against mine and smiled at me.

Then I felt her hands on my thigh.

Not to be outdone, I put my hand on Åādilah Sultān’s thigh.

I had the advantage, I thought, of touching skin, while Maimūnah Aslam had to make do with touching me through the cloth on my trousers.

I did not reckon with the deviousness with which her Mind worked, and the fact that Maimūnah Aslam had both hands under the table.

She deftly unzipped my fly, reaching into my boxers, pulled out my Uncut Hindu Cock and began playing with it.

Åādilah Sultān was now able to put one hand back on the table.

I moved my hand up Åādilah Sultān’s thigh, and Åādilah Sultān lifted her butt up off the seat so that I could readily push her dress up.

I realized then that Åādilah Sultān had planned all this, a conviction made absolutely certain when my probing hand discovered that she wore no panties.

I turned my face to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

I pulled her on my lap and inserted my Uncut Hindu Cock into her hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

There was no indication whatever on her face that anything out of the ordinary was going on.

The waitress came with our order, and smiled seeing Åādilah Sultān on my lap.

We made small talk with the waitress as she served us our meals.

Finally, when the waitress had left, we began to eat.

I wanted to put my Uncut Hindu Cock back in my pants, but had to wait awhile until my hard on subsided.

When I finally made my move, Åādilah Sultān only grinned.

“I’m not finished with that, my Hindu man,” Åādilah Sultān warned, as she continued with her meal.

When we had both finished eating, our ashvinātam bodies stoked with fresh fuel, I paid the bill, and drove straight back home.

As soon as we were inside Åādilah Sultān’s apartment, we immediately shed our clothes and headed for the bedroom.

I watched as Åādilah Sultān pulled the covers down on the bed and piled the pillows in the center.

She went into the bathroom, put her beautiful Sunni Musalmān leg up on the toilet, and popped out the butt plug.

She went to the lavatory, rinsed the plug off under the water and left it in the lavatory.

“I’ll give it a thorough cleaning later,” she explained. “Have you ever done this before? Sodomize anyone?” Åādilah Sultān asked.

“Countless that I can recall,” I smiled, “And I think most of you Musalmān Beauties want us Uncut Hindu Prick there, only to taste the forbidden fruit in Islam!”

“OK, smart ass, just follow my lead and take it slow and we’ll both have a wonderful time.”

She handed the tube of K-Y Jelly to me and said,

“Here, lube yourself up good. I should be pretty well lubed already from the butt plug.”

Åādilah Sultān grabbed an egg-shaped vibrator from the nightstand, went to the bed and laid face down, the pile of pillows under her groin, her perfect Sunni Musalmān ass high off the bed.

“Well?” Åādilah Sultān said, spreading her beautiful Sunni Musalmān legs for me.

The invitation clear, I climbed up on the bed behind her.

“Take it easy on me,” Åādilah Sultān said, “Especially to begin with. Put your Uncut Hindu Cock in me slowly, easy. Good. Now I’m going to do my best to relax my pucker muscle, and you need to push slowly until you get past it. Unnph! Good. OK, push again, a little bit harder. Unnph! OK, almost there. Good. You’re in. Now just stay still and let me get used to your Uncut Hindu Cock in my Sunni Musalmān ass. You fill me up so, and it feels really good!”

After about a minute, Åādilah Sultān urged me to continue pushing my Uncut Hindu Cock slowly into her perfect Sunni Musalmān ass.

I was thoroughly enjoying the Sunni Musalmān tightness and the heat of her bowel walls.

I could tell when Åādilah Sultān was making an effort to relax them, and then when she allowed her bowel muscles to tighten down on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Soon I was inside her as far as I could go, my balls up against her hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

“OK, Durgesh, I think we’re good to go. Fuck me, honey, take it easy, but go ahead and fuck my Sunni Musalmān ass.”

I started slowly, humping her perfect Sunni Musalmān ass.

I could feel Åādilah Sultān push back against my passionate aggressive Hindu thrusts.

Then he heard the “buzzzzz” of the vibrator as she slipped it inside her hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy, and then I felt the “buzzzzz” on my Uncut Hindu Cock through the bowel wall.

“Faster, Durgesh, faster and harder now, fuck me, my Hindu lover, fuck my Sunni Musalmān ass!” Åādilah Sultān provoked me proudly.

I increased my pace.

I felt her Sunni Musalmān Cunt muscles contracting through the bowel wall in response to the vibrator and my Uncut Hindu Cock moving inside her.

Åādilah Sultān was groaning then, and bucking, driving her perfect Sunni Musalmān ass up into me, shuddering, as orgasm after orgasm coursed through her Sunni Musalmān body.

I was pushing myself deepest inside her then, pulling out, and pushing in, my balls now slapping her hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy with the force of my Hindu thrusts.

Åādilah Sultān was almost screaming now, her Sunni Musalmān body racking, her hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy pulsing, as her orgasms increased in force and frequency.

Finally, I thrust myself inside her as deeply as I could, the hot tight bowel walls clutching my Uncut Hindu Cock, the “buzzzzz” of the vibrator pushing me over the edge.

Åādilah Sultān raised herself off the bed, with a final overwhelming orgasm, pushing her perfect Sunni Musalmān ass up into me, trying to take me further inside.

It was then that my balls exploded, shooting blast after blast of my Hindu cum deep inside her Sunni Musalmān bowels.

Åādilah Sultān collapsed on the bed, and I collapsed on top of her.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock getting harder instead being soft, and finally felt her squeeze me deepest into her perfect Sunni Musalmān ass once again, the vibrator still buzzing away.

Then I felt the vibrator fall beneath us as she squeezed it out of her hot Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I reached underneath us, groped about, and, finally finding it, attempted to turn it off.

“How do you shut this thing off?” I asked.

“Give it,” she replied lazily, and when I placed it in her hand, she shut it off.

“Durgesh,” Åādilah Sultān said, “You missed your true calling. You have a true talent for buggery. You may not get off me now.”

And I did not.

We slept most of the rest of the afternoon having my Uncut Hindu Prick buried deepest into Åādilah Sultān’s tight perfect Sunni Musalmān ass.

The same week I discovered that Maimūnah Aslam’s unit was up for sale, Åādilah Sultān asked me to meet her daughter and her family.

“I don’t want you to feel I’m pressuring you, Durgesh, honest. It’s just that Arzumand Åbbās’s worried about me, and no matter how much I assure her, she keeps insisting she wants to meet you. You know I have no strings on you, don’t you darling?”

“I know, and if it makes you happy, I’d be happy to meet Arzumand Åbbās and her family. I should be able to handle it like a grown up; you know, after all, I am dating a grandmother.”

“And damn proud of it, I am. My grandchildren are part of what kept me sane after Åbbās passed.”

Arzumand Åbbās took me aside while Åādilah Sultān and her husband, Åbdul Waħīd, were playing with the grandchildren.

I eyed Arzumand Åbbās, a pretty brunette, as different from her Ammī physically as night and day.

It occurred to me that Arzumand Åbbās was about the same age as Maimūnah Aslam.

“I want to thank you, Durgesh, I Don’t know what magic you worked, but I haven’t seen my Ammī this happy since Abbū died. I had to meet you. I didn’t believe what she told me about you, though, and I had to see for myself. I didn’t think anyone was that considerate, that perfect. Tell, me Durgesh, are you that perfect?”

“I don’t know if anyone is as perfect as your Ammī deserves, but I damn sure aim to try. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I don’t know where we’re going from here, but I have no intention of letting her get away, not for you, not for anyone.” And as I said it, I realized it was true.

“I want to believe you, honest. Oh, there’s the bell, the babysitter’s here. Let’s join the others, and we’ll say goodnight to the children.”

Later that evening, at dinner, Åbdul Waħīd and Arzumand Åbbās sat opposite Åādilah Sultān and me.

The restaurant was, supposedly, one of the best in town, with low lighting and first class appointments and service.

As we made small talk, I slipped my hand up Åādilah Sultān’s bare thigh, and discovered that Maimūnah Aslam wasn’t wearing any panties.

Åādilah Sultān smiled at me.

I felt her hand inside my pants gripping my Uncut Hindu Prick passionately.

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

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2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service