The Chairman:2

Posted: November 24, 2010 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam Yugal, 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, Naåīmah Furqān, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex |2 Comments

The Chairman

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Naåīmah Furqān winked at me,

“Ok you tease. You may have gotten me naked faster than anyone ever has before but I’m not that easy. Close your eyes.”

I did, keeping them shut as I heard her climb out of the pool and seconds later, as Naåīmah Furqān pulled the towel from my hands and wrapped it around herself, I opened them again.

Naåīmah Furqān hadn’t bothered to dry off, the water was still running off her hair, but Naåīmah Furqān lowered her face and pulling a corner upward dried her face before turning and facing me.

Naåīmah Furqān raised her hand and with a grin on her face shook her finger at me.

“Even at your 61, you’re very good, aren’t you? This is by far the most skillful and enjoyable seduction I’ve ever been in but…”

Seduction?

The word echoed through my head, her words seemingly in slow motion.

I hadn’t thought of this as a seduction.

We were two adults, thrown together by circumstances, sharing a bit of time together, sharing a mutual attraction.

I interrupted her words by taking her face with both hands, pulling her to me and kissing her.

At first Naåīmah Furqān was caught by surprise, but it didn’t stop her from returning the kiss.

Her breath tasted of mint, her lips were warm in sharp contrast to the cool skin of her face.

I moved my arms around her shoulders, pulling her to me as my tongue found hers.

Naåīmah Furqān didn’t resist, her body molded to mine, nothing between us except a now wet towel and my shorts.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, holding me closer as I bent to kiss her.

Her mouth hungrily sucked my tongue, my hands began caressing her body, running up and down her back, sliding onto her bottom.

My Uncut Hindu Cock began stiffening in my pants.

Naåīmah Furqān relinquished my tongue, pulled back from our kiss, leaning back slightly into my hands which I’d moved back up to the middle of her back.

“Allah, Durgesh darling, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I haven’t had a kiss like that since I was a teenager.” Naåīmah Furqān had a real deep pleasure in her melodious voice now.

“It’s been a while since I’ve wanted to kiss someone like that.”

“You’re very good at it, but you need to listen for a minute before we do it again.”

My hands were again wandered down her back towards her bottom again.

“Durgesh! Stop please!”

It was amazing how much I suddenly felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Here we were, two full grown adults, hell ̶ we both had full grown adult children ̶ and her “don’t” made me feel naughty myself.

Reverting back to childhood days, I immediately answered as if I had no clue what Naåīmah Furqān was saying.

“Stop what?”

I’d arrested my hands from their downward movement, moved them back up her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body and again rubbing her back.

Naåīmah Furqān’d shown no resistance to that.

“I was about to tell you that this has been a most enjoyable day, but that despite your very talented seduction and having gotten me naked faster than anyone has ever before ̶ that I will not have sex with you on the first date.”

The words went into my ears and probably rattled around a bit before they exited right back out again.

I really didn’t believe her.

Instead I leaned back down, holding Naåīmah Furqān against me and kissed her neck, nuzzled the soft spot beneath her ear, and sucked her earlobe.

“Allah, Durgesh.” It was said with one of those tones that said it had great import behind it.

“Humm?” I hummed at her, my mouth full of her earlobe.

I felt the goose bumps appear on her arms where I was touching them.

“You were saying?” I whispered, inhaling the scent of her hair which although changed hadn’t been totally annihilated by the chlorine of the pool water.

“Durgesh,” Naåīmah Furqān said again, a little firmer. “I need you to stop.”

“And just why do you need me to stop?”

Her hands took my head, holding me away from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

The towel began to come loose, Naåīmah Furqān let go with her hands and grabbed it, tightening the tuck that kept it from falling to the ground.

“I’m serious. I don’t want you to think I’m an Uncut Hindu Cock tease. Stop for a minute and listen.”

I stopped.

“As good as you feel, as much as I think we both want this, I’m serious ̶ I won’t have sex with you on a first date.” The words were no longer a conversation, Naåīmah Furqān’d given a command and I realized we weren’t playing anymore.

I relinquished my hold.

“I didn’t realize this was a date,” I answered, “but it’s not my way to make someone do what they don’t want to.” I relaxed my arms from around her back, but when I did, Naåīmah Furqān locked hers around me holding me even tighter against her.

“Durgesh, it’s been a long time since someone has shown me as good a time as you have. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted someone as much as you. I just need you to know before we get to out of control what the limits are.” Naåīmah Furqān sighed. “I came to San Diego to meet a man that I’d never met and spend the weekend with and implicit in that was the fact that I might end up in bed with him. The only thing that’s changed is the man. Regardless, the same thing I told Arjun, Muħammad I mean, before I came here applies; I don’t go to bed with a man on a first date.”

I don’t think at first I quite understood what Naåīmah Furqān was saying, but gradually I realized that Naåīmah Furqān was serious.

Incredulously I answered,

“Good heavens, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Naåīmah Furqān, we’re both adults; we’ve both got kids old enough to be doing this, we’re both having a good time, it’s pretty obvious we both want this, why should we call it quits now?”

For a moment Naåīmah Furqān just looked at me, I could tell Naåīmah Furqān was contemplating the exact thing I’d just asked, then with a sigh Naåīmah Furqān said,

“Because I gave my word.”

I pondered it for maybe a split second before I intelligently asked,

“Huh? You gave your word to whom?”

Naåīmah Furqān sighed again, that exasperated sigh of someone admitting what they really didn’t want to.

“I gave my word to my Ammījān.”

“Right,” I answered incredulously a moment later.

Totally surprised by her answer, I shook my head in disbelief.

“You told your Ammījān you were coming to California to meet and spend the weekend with someone you’d been conversing with on the internet, someone you’d never otherwise met before but had only talked to, but not to worry, you weren’t going to sleep with him on the first date?”

“Durgesh, it’s not like that.” Naåīmah Furqān leaned back against my strong Hindu arms, I was again holding her upright.

Her hands came up between us, her hands slid onto my naked chest.

Her voice again sounded sheepish, almost childish, confessing what was sure to sound silly.

“It was a long time ago, just before my very first date. I was 16 and getting ready to go out. Just before I left my Ammījān came into my room and closed the door behind her, which she only did when I was in trouble. Ammījān said, ‘Naåīmah Furqān, I’ve raised you and taught you to do the right thing, to know right from wrong, but from now on you’re on your own. You’ll meet Hindu boys and do things that feel good and it’s easy to get carried away. Believe me, I know that hormones make youngsters crazy. What you choose to do is up to you now, I won’t be there to look after you. Just promise two things. Never let your date get into your pants on a first date and stay out of his, and never have sex without protection.” I was mortified, I couldn’t believe my Ammījān was being so blunt. Ammījān said “Promise me. Do that and you’ll do OK. If it’s a good thing it will still be there the next time, if it’s not you’ll never regret it.” I gave her the old “yeah, yeah, whatever” but that wasn’t good enough. Ammījān said “I’m serious. Promise me, you’ll keep your panties on and you’ll always use protection.

Naåīmah Furqān looked at me and smiled. “I promised, and I never had sex with a Hindu on a first date ̶ but that was only one of the promises.” Naåīmah Furqān looked a bit rueful as Naåīmah Furqān continued, “I only had sex without protection once, but with me that was all it took. Anyway ̶ I promised myself I’d never break my promise again.”

I didn’t know what to say, I’d never been so flabbergasted.

I did nothing for a moment, not knowing whether I should kiss her again or what.

Naåīmah Furqān solved the problem, reaching around my neck with one hand and pulling me down a bit to kiss her again.

I didn’t hesitate.

I pulled her to me, our mouths and tongues dueling hungrily.

Her arms went around my neck, the towel held only by the pressure between our bodies.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock hardening between us, Naåīmah Furqān surely had to be feeling it also.

Once again the tuck of the towel came undone, this time the towel falling away from her back leaving it completely naked.

I stopped my hands at her waist as Naåīmah Furqān’d requested, stopping where I supposed her panties would have been.

I suddenly pulled away, the towel between us starting to fall.

It hung up on one breast, her other exposed.

Naåīmah Furqān caught the towel with her arm holding it in place, but made no effort to recover her exposed breast.

I reached back and lifted the towel; Naåīmah Furqān shifted her arm to keep it there.

“What’s wrong?” Naåīmah Furqān asked.

“I can’t keep this up or we’re going to break your promise,”

Naåīmah Furqān said nothing, the look in her eyes telling me Naåīmah Furqān was in agreement.

I reached out my hand and Naåīmah Furqān took it.

“Come on, I’ll make dinner.”

I headed into the kitchen, grabbing my shirt from the laundry room as we went in.

Naåīmah Furqān headed back to get her clothes, reappearing a few minutes later.

Naåīmah Furqān already had dinner well under way.

When Naåīmah Furqān reappeared, she walked up behind me, putting her arms around me.

“Thank you,” is all Naåīmah Furqān said.

I turned, put my arms around her, pulling her to me hard.

Naåīmah Furqān’d put on the same blouse she’d had on the day before on the plane, my hands on her back told me Naåīmah Furqān didn’t have a bra on.

I turned her face up to me, where I again kissed her, then pulled away looking at her with a grin, sliding my hands to her arms where I gripped them, breast high.

The location of her nipples was barely evident though her blouse.

Naåīmah Furqān said nothing, just looked at me, and I relinquished the grip on her arms, slowly trailing a finger across her breasts until they reached the little nub that was barely visible.

Bringing my thumbs into play I tweaked both nipples through her shirt causing them to erect and show much more than they had.

I slipped my hands to her waist, pulling her lower body against mine where my Uncut Hindu Cock, although not rigid, was firmly pressed between us.

“Ok, Miss “I don’t want to be an Uncut Hindu Cock Tease,” so be it. You put up the rules, I agree to your rules. No sex tonight. Chastity belts in place; no oral sex, no intercourse ̶ nothing but hot and bothered for us tonight. Let me also tell you one thing however. I’m never going to eat your pussy no matter how much you want it. I’m not going to pleasure you with my toy today, as you request.”

I flexed my waist muscles, my now nearly rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock bobbing in greeting between us,

“No matter how much you beg. But in return,” I paused for effect, “you can expect that I’m going to make you wish you hadn’t set that rule.”

I slid my hands back up between us, a quick squeeze of her unencumbered breasts for now, feeling her nipples in my palms, then bent over and kissed her again.

“But for now, let’s eat.”

Dinner was surprisingly relaxed, despite the undercurrent of sexual tension between us.

After she’d cleaned up, Naåīmah Furqān took a fresh glass of wine out to the balcony where it was still surprisingly warm and the city was spread out below us.

A love seat, a couple of glasses of wine and juice, two people who were mutually attracted to each other ̶ Naåīmah Furqān snuggled against me and I put my arm around her.

Surprisingly we just sat and talked for quite some time until Naåīmah Furqān said,

“Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Will you shut up and kiss me?”

I smiled and did it.

My hands wandered up and down her sides and back and when I again reached to caress her breast my hand slid effortlessly into the vee, finding her bare nipple already hard to my exploring fingers.

I pushed a little with the back of my hand and the vee easily opened allowing her breast to be completely exposed.

I pulled away slightly from the kiss, watching my fingers tease her nipple.

“This isn’t your shirt, is it,” I stated more than asked.

Naåīmah Furqān tried to kiss me again, “What difference does it make?”

“Absolutely none,” I answered. “It’s just that it shows some wonderful Sunni Musalmān Cleavage that doesn’t normally get exposed. You wore it yesterday and then you wore it again tonight to look and feel sexy and it just dawned on me that it wasn’t yours. It isn’t, is it.”

Naåīmah Furqān nodded,

“I borrowed it.”

“From who?”

“Does it matter?”

“No, I’m just curious.”

Naåīmah Furqān didn’t answer, we went back to kissing, but my hands began untucking the shirt to take it off her.

“I was just curious about whose clothes I was going to be taking off of you,”

I continued as I began pulling the now untucked shirt up her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

Naåīmah Furqān sat away from the chair back and raised her arms as I pulled the shirt over her head.

Naåīmah Furqān turned and pulled at my shirt, so I helped take it off before we sat back together.

“You’re still somewhat of an enigma to me.” I ran a finger along her normal tan line. “You normally where conservative clothing,” after which I ran the finger down between her breasts, tracing about where the line from the plunging vee of her shirt would have been, “but yet yesterday and today you wore someone else’s shirt that shows off a sexy side of you.”

I circled first one breast and then the other with my finger, drawing a figure eight,

“You don’t spend much time in the sun,” to which I finished by drawing my finger along the obvious edges of the swimsuit tan line, “yet somewhere not too long ago you spent some time in a swimsuit.”

“I borrowed it from my daughter, Fātimah.”

“And what Pray Tell, made you borrow a sexy shirt from your daughter?”

“Fātimah suggested it.”

“Is there a story?” I asked, sensing that there was.

“Sort of. Maybe a little.”

“Go on.”

“Fātimah’s been probably my biggest supporter since, well, since forever. After we broke up Fātimah was pretty upset, but after the divorce and Fātimah went to college Fātimah kept telling me I needed to get back out in the world, to move on with my life. A while back the two of us took a short vacation, we went to Miami for a long weekend. Fātimah’d been saying we just needed to get away, saying that it would do me good to have a change of scenery. So when Fātimah suggested a beach weekend, we just did it. I had an old one piece swimsuit that I thought was perfectly fine and put it in to go. We got everything packed up, and what I didn’t know was my daughter took my bags out. When we got to Miami, I found that I had nothing to wear except what I had on ̶ or to buy new clothes, or to wear Fātimah’s stuff. Later Fātimah admitted she did it on purpose, to make me quit wearing clothes that Fātimah called “fuddy duddy.” On Saturday evening we went bar hopping and dancing, and Fātimah had me wear that shirt. Fātimah said it made me look hot.”

“I’d agree with that, it does.”

“Thank you. When I decided to come and meet Arjun …. Well, I …”

“I understand” I interrupted.

Naåīmah Furqān leaned back again against the chair while I looked down on her now topless torso.

This time Naåīmah Furqān made no effort to cover her breasts.

They were medium sized, two large brown areole were in sharp contrast to the pure white of the skin of the rest of her breasts; the area under her areolas puffed out just a bit more than the rest of her breasts, her nipples were extended, the overall effect being that her breasts were slightly cone shaped.

A curved brown tan line well up on her chest told me Naåīmah Furqān was unused to exposing her breasts with any of her normal clothes, although a second tan line said Naåīmah Furqān had actually been out in a bikini somewhat recently.

I reached up and ran a finger over her other nipple which responded to the attention.

We began kissing again, this time my hand shifting back and forth between her bare breasts, occasionally sliding around her bare shoulders onto her bare back.

It didn’t matter where I touched, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body responded like a cat ̶ I could almost hear her purring.

Her breasts seemed to be connected to her breathing ̶ the more I played with them the more ragged her breathing became.

I stopped our kissing and play, had her sit up and raised my right leg into the seat, turned her around so Naåīmah Furqān was leaning back into me.

I adjusted my Uncut Hindu Cock which had grown rock hard but was in an uncomfortable position directly between us, so Naåīmah Furqān could lean back against me without either of us being uncomfortable.

I moved her hair, apparently freshly cleaned while she’d been making dinner as the slight chlorine smell was gone, away from her neck.

My nose behind her ear drew a giggle of pleasure, but when I sucked her earlobe, it drew a moan.

My arms were both over her shoulders, a globe of Sunni Musalmān breast in my each Hindu hand.

I drew her nipples not with my fingertips but with the extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān fleshy part between my thumb and forefinger as I caressed them.

“Ummm.” Naåīmah Furqān purred. “That feels so good, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

I slid my hands outboard a bit and began rolling each nipple under a thumb.

Naåīmah Furqān arched her back, forcing them harder against my thumb.

I pulled away slightly when Naåīmah Furqān did, teasing, which drew a growl of displeasure.

“Harder” Naåīmah Furqān demanded. “Too soft.”

I brought my thumbs and forefingers together with her nipples between them in each hand, the small nubs now larger where they had continued to grow with my attention to them.

“Allah, Yes!” Naåīmah Furqān moaned.

I pulled each nipple away from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, her Sunni Musalmān breasts becoming more cone shaped as I did so.

The elasticity gone, I began twisting each nipple back and forth.

Her breathing was well beyond ragged, now intermittent as Naåīmah Furqān occasionally realized she wasn’t breathing and took gasps to get caught up.

“So good, Durgesh darling, so good when you do that,” Naåīmah Furqān panted.

I released her Sunni Musalmān breasts, raised my fingers to my lips where I wet them with my saliva and reached back down to again roll her nipples between my now lubricated fingertips.

“Do you play with your nipples?” I whispered into her ear as I again pulled her Sunni Musalmān breasts into cones with her nipples, the saliva now evaporated away.

“Ye….es” Naåīmah Furqān whispered, almost inaudibly as I continued kissing and playing with her earlobe.

“When you masturbate?” I mouthed into her ear.

I took her moan of pleasure as a “yes”, but I wanted to hear her say it.

“Do you play with your nipples when you masturbate?”

“Yesssss” Naåīmah Furqān hissed.

I again lubricated my finger tips, the jerk of pleasure as I slid them over her nipples suddenly giving me an idea.

“Oh that’s so good when make them slippery like that.” Naåīmah Furqān moaned.

I released her Sunni Musalmān breasts, pushing forward a bit on her shoulders until Naåīmah Furqān took the hint and sat up.

“Sit still, I’ll be right back,” I told her.

I returned momentarily, my fingers already coated with lube.

I set the tube on the chair beside us as I came out, I don’t think Naåīmah Furqān saw as she made way for me to slide back in behind her.

Carefully, not touching my now slippery fingers to anything, I retook my position and Naåīmah Furqān slid back against me again.

“What did you do?” Naåīmah Furqān asked as I again reached around her shoulders.

“This” I answered as my lubed fingers found her nipples.

Naåīmah Furqān gasped at the sensation, the lubrication now making it impossible to pinch or get friction on her nipples.

I tried to pull her nipples again, my fingers slipped off.

I tried to pinch them again; they easily slipped from my grasp.

I again rubbed my thumbs across them; this time, with no friction, Naåīmah Furqān moaned in ecstasy.

I began easily pinching down with thumb and forefinger, each time her nipple shooting away from my Hindu grip which caused a little twitch in Naåīmah Furqān.

With each different movement, I felt her growing tension against me.

When I began trying to twist her nipples like I had before, I couldn’t as my fingers wouldn’t grip her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān skin but her hand gripped my leg.

“Harder,” Naåīmah Furqān again begged, “Harder.”

I tried, but I couldn’t, with the lube my fingers just slipped off.

Her breathing was again out of control, but her begs of “harder” had changed to “don’t stop, don’t stop,”

Her back arched, trying to push her Sunni Musalmān breasts against my fingers and hands.

Suddenly, Naåīmah Furqān convulsed and doubled over, her hands coming up to grip mine, crushing my hands to her Sunni Musalmān breasts, trying to prevent my fingers from moving again.

The lubrication on her nipples was now against my palms however, each time I moved my hands caused another convulsion ̶ her legs pulling together towards the core of her being.

I moved my hands slightly again, and Naåīmah Furqān gripped them, trying to keep me from moving.

Giggling or crying, maybe both as I couldn’t tell which, Naåīmah Furqān said,

“Allah, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Will you stop? You’re driving me crazy!”

I didn’t move.

I walked up to the edge of the pool steps, unfolded the towel and held it open for her. ***

A few moments later with a sigh, Naåīmah Furqān said “I didn’t know that could happen.

You made me cum with just my nipples!”

Her hands were still gripping mine, but this time when I moved my hands Naåīmah Furqān allowed just a bit before she gripped my hands again, squeezing her legs together again.

A moment later, Naåīmah Furqān took my hands and moved them with her own, just a bit; a small spasm from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body each time Naåīmah Furqān did.

“I can’t believe I came.”

Naåīmah Furqān suddenly turned, kissing me ferociously, sucking my tongue into her mouth, pressing her Sunni Musalmān breasts against me.

Her mouth moved rapidly, kissing my chin, sucking my neck, moving downward.

Naåīmah Furqān hungrily sucked on one of my nipples, her hand rubbing the other while her other hand slid down and was rubbing my Uncut Hindu Cock through my pants.

Immediately her rules came to mind,

“Never let your date into your pants and stay out of his.”

Well, at least Naåīmah Furqān wasn’t getting inside.

What was the difference between rubbing my hard Uncut Hindu Cock with her hand and holding it against her through our clothes, I reasoned.

Oh, about 15 seconds.

That’s all it took and Naåīmah Furqān was fumbling at my pants.

I reached down, took her hand.

“Naåīmah Furqān.”

Naåīmah Furqān grabbed my lower lip with her teeth, nipping, then sucking, while her second hand went down to help the first.

“Naåīmah Furqān” I repeated, as her mouth left my lower lip her mouth heading lower on my body.

“I want to suck you, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want to feel your hard Uncut Hindu Cock in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth. I want to make you come there.” Naåīmah Furqān winked at me lewdly.

Her tongue pierced my belly button.

“I want to taste you.” Naåīmah Furqān continued to say.

I gently covered her hands with mine.

Naåīmah Furqān’d set the rules, there must have been a reason ̶ I didn’t want to take a chance on her regretting things later.

I figured there wouldn’t be any regrets ̶ but as hot as the last hour had been, things seemed to be going well following the rules.

I gently pulled her back up my body; Naåīmah Furqān responded sliding back into the crook of my arm, nestling against my shoulder.

Naåīmah Furqān finally relaxed with a sigh.

“I can’t believe how you did that.” Naåīmah Furqān said, her hand stroking back and forth on my chest, “I’ve always known my nipples were really sensitive, but I didn’t realize I could cum that way.”

My hand was fondling her Sunni Musalmān breast as we lay there, my fingers no longer covered with lube but still finding her erect nipple a pleasure to play with.

“I’m glad you stopped me.”

“I’m not. I’m probably going to bed with the first set of blue balls I’ve had in 30 to 40 years.”

Naåīmah Furqān pulled herself upright, straddling me with surprising speed, kneeling on the chair and pushing her Sunni Musalmān breasts into my face.

“And I’m a Sunni Musalmān Beauty that wants to make sure you need to masturbate tonight. I’m going to be alone in my bed making myself cum again and imagining it’s you doing it and I want to know that you’re doing the same.”

I didn’t have to be instructed, her nipple fit my mouth perfectly.

I kissed first one nipple then the other while Naåīmah Furqān ran her fingers through my hair.

Her deep throated moans of pleasure told me Naåīmah Furqān was enjoying it; her hands slid down to my chest.

Without thinking my hands which had been roaming her back had slid down onto her shorts covered bottom, fondling the two delicious Sunni Musalmān globes of her ass.

Her hands returned to run through my hair again.

“I’d forgotten just how good that feels.” Naåīmah Furqān giggled. “Allah, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You make me feel wanton! Do you know I used to masturbate after I nursed Fātimah? she’d eat and I’d get hornier and hornier and if my husband wasn’t around or was asleep I’d almost always masturbate.” Naåīmah Furqān suddenly pulled away, looking at me very seriously.

“Durgesh, are you playing with my bottom?” Naåīmah Furqān pushed away, and stood up.

“I’m sorry Naåīmah Furqān, I didn’t realize….”

Naåīmah Furqān looked angry for a moment, then broke into a grin.

“It’s OK, I just said you couldn’t get “into” my panties, I didn’t say you couldn’t feel my bottom. Come on.”

“Come where?” I asked, wanting to go back to kissing tits and sucking tongues.

“Let’s go swimming. I may not be willing to service you tonight, but it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy looking at you. Come do your Chippendale pool routine for me again.”

I stood up, following her around the corner of the house to the laundry room where I stepped in and grabbed two new towels.

As I stepped back out in the dark, a sliver of a moon the only light, I saw Naåīmah Furqān just walking up to the steps of the pool, apparently wearing a white bikini.

One quick double take was all it took for me to realize it was just her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān skin that had never seen the light of day.

“Are you bringing me one?” Naåīmah Furqān called out.

“Got you covered.” I answered, and then thinking about it said, “Well not quite at the moment.”

I dropped the towels and my shorts next to hers, and stepped down into the pool.

Naåīmah Furqān was swimming away from me across the pool; I sat down on the deepest step.

The water was surprisingly warm; it actually felt warmer than it had during the day.

“Why is the pool warmer than it was this afternoon?” Naåīmah Furqān asked as she swam back to me, a Sunni Musalmān breast stroke keeping her face and head above water.

“It only feels that way,” I answered. “Contrast between the air and the water. The air has cooled off considerably; in fact it’s probably cooler than the water right now. During the daytime it’s the other way around so the water feels cooler.”

I leaned back onto the higher step from where I was sitting.

“I don’t want to get my hair wet.” Naåīmah Furqān said as she swam right up to me, her arms going around my neck, her mouth finding mine.

Just like that we were kissing and sucking again, this time totally naked.

The water partially supported her weight so it was only the weight of my own body forcing my back uncomfortably against the steps, but I didn’t mind.

My erect Uncut Hindu Cock was smashed between us; Naåīmah Furqān was moving back and forth feeling it pressed against her belly.

My hands were on her Sunni Musalmān breasts, on her back, pulling her to me again when I suddenly realized I had two handfuls of naked ass, pulling her against me.

I immediately released her bottom, and Naåīmah Furqān giggled.

“I wondered when you were going to realize.”

“Eīshān, I’m sorry Naåīmah Furqān. I’m trying, I really am.”

Naåīmah Furqān said nothing for a minute.

“Do you suppose it’s because we could, but we’ve just agreed not to? I can’t decide whether it’s because I haven’t had sex in forever or that I’ve decided not to tonight ̶ but Allah, I’m horny.”

Naåīmah Furqān wiggled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān pelvis against me, my Uncut Hindu Cock against her pubic bone.

Naåīmah Furqān giggled again.

“You haven’t seen my panties yet, have you?”

“Not particular. Why?”

“That’s the other change Fātimah did to me. All she had was thong panties so I had to wear hers, and when we got back Fātimah made me get rid of all of mine that Fātimah said were granny underwear and get new ones that are also thongs ̶ which means that technically my bottom is never “in” my panties.”

I groaned, pulling her to me, swallowing her tongue and grabbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass to pull her against me once again.

This time I was dry humping her, if that’s possible underwater, masturbating myself against her Sunni Musalmān pelvic area.

Naåīmah Furqān pulled away from our kiss.

I tried to follow but her hand rose between us, her finger held against my lips.

“Shh. Down boy.”

I was almost gone, Naåīmah Furqān’d put me to the brink of oblivion, and realized it.

Naåīmah Furqān pulled away.

I gradually relinquished my hand grip on her pretty extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān bottom.

Naåīmah Furqān pushed back and to one side, climbing the stairs beside me.

I turned and followed her, Naåīmah Furqān turned and handed me the second towel.

I took it from her, but just dropped it.

Naåīmah Furqān, suddenly, reached down, grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock, and began jerking.

“Not an Uncut Hindu Cock tease. The hell, I am not.”

This wasn’t a “build myself up and eventually cum” jerk off, this was an “I’ve already done everything but cum” jerk off.

All it took was, two, maybe three jerks and suddenly I was spewing my Hindu cum all over.

It sprayed on the sidewalk, it sprayed against Naåīmah Furqān’s stomach and chest, it sprayed on the rock around the pool.

Naåīmah Furqān jerked me again and again, finally small driblets of cum all that was left.

Naåīmah Furqān smiled, yet said nothing, the entire time, just stood and watched.

Then she walked back over to the pool dropping her towel at the edge and sat down on the steps washing my cum off her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

Naåīmah Furqān handed me her wet towel as she began to put her pants back on.

For the first time I saw her panties, although in the dark I really couldn’t see them, just that as Naåīmah Furqān’d said, they were a thong that left her entire backside naked.

I took her towel and wiped off what little bit of come had gotten on me, then took my towel and began really drying off.

Naåīmah Furqān stepped into her shorts, I reached down and picked up my own and slipping them on.

Naåīmah Furqān grabbed both towels, and asked me,

“Ready?”

We began the walk back to the house.

Naåīmah Furqān rook the time to drop the towels in the washing machine as we went by, grabbing the ones from earlier in the day at the same time and sticking them in just so they weren’t on the floor.

Naåīmah Furqān had stepped on in and turned toward the kitchen, the light when Naåīmah Furqān turned it on had been enough to help me find the towels in the otherwise dark house.

I heard the clink of juice and wine glasses.

When I also stepped out into the kitchen, Naåīmah Furqān was holding out a full juice glass to me, another of wine, was about to touch her lips.

“That was fun, wasn’t it? Want to do it again?”

Naåīmah Furqān was still topless.

I realized her shirt had still to be out on the balcony.

I looked her up and down, and grinned.

“What makes me think you’re going to be insatiable?” I asked, stepping forward and setting my glass onto the counter beside me.

I leant forward into her.

Naåīmah Furqān made no effort to stop me as I began to tongue her lips.

“A fine vintage, this one.” Naåīmah Furqān said, licking my Uncut Hindu Cock and sucking it in. “A tasty after dinner aperitif with just a hint of cherry.”

Naåīmah Furqān flicked her tongue back and forth.

She blew air across my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It continued to grow to my attention.

I straightened up, reached over for my glass of juice and headed back out to the deck.

I opened the door for Naåīmah Furqān, then went back and turned the light out before joining her.

I was almost blind because of the light, but Naåīmah Furqān reached out and took my hand.

I sat beside her in the love seat once again.

“Do you always do it so fast and hard?” I asked Naåīmah Furqān.

“Allah, no. Just when I’m suffering from the biggest Uncut Hindu Cock tease I’ve ever met in my life. It has taken me to the verge of wanting to rape you. It doesn’t take much. Why?”

“I’d just never enjoyed it like that before.”

“You’ve enjoyed someone masturbate you before?”

“Of course. My every woman does it as foreplay, but not till you did. I mean, you did it till I ejaculated.”

“I’ve given my husband a hand job before, but it always took longer than that.”

“Probably wouldn’t have if he was overstressed like I was. Don’t forget, you’d been doing a pretty good job on me for about two hours.”

Naåīmah Furqān shifted against me in the seat.

I changed the juice to my other hand, put my arm around her.

My hand fit nicely under her arm.

Naåīmah Furqān raised it slightly so I could cup her Sunni Musalmān breast.

My fingers barely reached her nipple, Naåīmah Furqān turned her back to me slightly so I had better access.

I kissed her head.

“Nice Sunni Musalmān titties, darling.”

“Really?” Naåīmah Furqān answered without hesitation. “You don’t think my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān butt is better?”

“Definitely not. Your ass would stop a train in its tracks.” I rolled her nipple. “But your boobies and nipples are exquisite little temptations.”

“I like it when you play with my nipples.”

“I like playing with nipples. Kissing, tweaking. Nature’s jewelry.”

“What?”

“Nature’s jewelry. Nothing to turn a Hindu man on more than a nice Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass on the back end and hard little nipples decorating the front end.”

“My husband didn’t pay much attention to them.”

“Your husband was a fool, as the most of the Musalmīn are.” I set my juice down again and began fondling her two handed again.

“Allah,” Naåīmah Furqān said, “I love that.”

“MMM. Me too,” I answered. “I love it when they get big and hard and rubbery.”

Her hand was rubbing my leg.

Naåīmah Furqān reached over and rubbed her arm against my Uncut Hindu Cock through my pants.

“Are you going to masturbate again?”

“I don’t know. Probably. You get me worked up as much as you did a while ago, I certainly will. Unless we decide to forego this first date rule.”

I didn’t say anything.

Naåīmah Furqān just twisted her head and kissed me.

I kissed her back.

Naåīmah Furqān reached behind my head to hold my mouth to hers, sucking my tongue into her mouth.

I continued to roll her nipples, flicking them with my thumb, hefting their fullness.

Naåīmah Furqān pulled away.

“It’s definitely the rule. The more I want you, the more I tell myself I can’t have you tonight, the hotter I get and the nastier I want to be with you.”

“You can tell I’m hating this.”

“Do you like to be masturbated in bed?” Naåīmah Furqān asked.

“Sometimes.”

“Where are you masturbated most of the time?”

“Depends on where I am.” I thought about it for a moment, and then answered. “Probably most of the time in the shower. Easy to clean up that way. Why the interest in my masturbation by my women?”

Naåīmah Furqān didn’t answer so I pressed her.

“Will you allow me once more?” Naåīmah Furqān asked

“Will I allow you what?” I countered.

“I want to masturbate you again. Not fast like last time, I want to see how you take it.”

“Well, I don’t know, Miss. I’m not a Uncut Hindu Cocktease” with all the rules. Would this count as getting into my pants?” I grinned at her.

“No, I think that counts as I getting into your pants, and that’s definitely OK.”

“Well, I don’t have any objection. However, do I get something in return?” I asked playfully.

I pulled her nipples, making her Sunni Musalmān breasts into cones like before.

“Mmm.” Naåīmah Furqān moaned as I twisted her nipples back and forth. “You get to get off, isn’t that enough?” Naåīmah Furqān responded.

“I get that anyway.” I relaxed my pull on her nipples, wet my thumbs and cupping her Sunni Musalmān breasts began running my thumbs over her nipples. “I was thinking something more.”

Naåīmah Furqān shook her head no.

I squeezed her nipples.

“That’s not fair.” Naåīmah Furqān moaned, “I can’t think straight when you’re doing that.”

I laughed.

“Then there’s always a first time. Is it a deal Ms. Uncut Hindu Cocktease?” I nibbled her earlobe again.

Naåīmah Furqān always seemed to respond to that.

“You want to enjoy me taking my big hard Uncut Hindu Cock and jack it off so you can watch it too? Maybe start when it’s not so hard and do it long and slow until I spit a fountain of my Hindu sperm into the air? Is that what you want?”

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body was squirming beneath me.

I already knew the answer.

“Yes.”

Naåīmah Furqān reached over to the table, picking up the tube of lube, holding it right in front of us as she squeezed a dollop on her finger, put the tube back and then spread it on her remaining fingers.

“Yes,” Naåīmah Furqān whispered.

I let my lubricated fingers slide over her nipples.

Naåīmah Furqān moaned.

“And what are you going to show me, my little Uncut Hindu Cocktease? Are you going to show me that pink little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit of yours you’re keeping behind that cute little thong? Are you going to let me touch it?”

“Yes” Naåīmah Furqān said hungrily.

“Are you going to touch your nipples while you do it? Or do you want me to touch your nipples while you do it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes to what? There are two questions. Do you want me to touch your nipples while you masturbate me?”

Chapter 3

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1