Sixty One Eighteen in love-3Posted: March 7, 2010
Sixty One Eighteen in love
Malakul Jannat-e-Firdaus was the name of the Al Kħātūn there, and the shrine was called Kħānkāh-e-Jannat-e-Firdaus, gateway of heaven, in the Himalayas.
Yes, perhaps it was the imitation of Hindus, perhaps it was an attempt to meet Hindutv, right there where they thought they were exclusive, alone.
A difficult travel it was.
My parents said that only with the company of a virgin and I was the virgin that time, people could find the way; else, it will be lost.
A crane sent by the Malakul Jannat-e-Firdaus, they told, would show us the way.
“Our bad luck, heavy rain lashed the Himalayan region and landslides occurred and blocked our route.
It was a disappointment for my parents.
On my account, they hoped they could visit Kħānkāh-e-Jannat-e-Firdaus .
For them it was only a disappointment, but it was a heartrending setback for me as I was dreaming all those days of Durgesh’s first ever fuck with my Ammī.
I was helplessly obsessed to witness it repetitively endlessly.
What a mega pleasure to watch the session.
Even Ammījān and Abbū, both praised Durgesh for it.
“Your Hindu friend has quite a potential in him to be the dearest to the Malakul Jannat-e-Firdaus.” Abbū said meaning it honestly.
“On our way back, we stopped at the Uriyān Barhanā, Fātimah Zohrah Bittaul, naked Malakul Jannat-e-Firdaus Kħānkāh, near our town.
Worship, Salāt, Qurān kħwānī, Tilāvat, ibādāt etc, in that Kħānkāh was stopped long back by general public, believing that it had an evil spell.
But the Kħānkāh, my parents said, was one such as Kħānkāh-e-Jannat-e-Firdaus in spirit.
“Durgesh was undressed and laid on his back in front of the naked Malakul Jannat-e-Firdaus with his Uncut Hindu Cock pointing up the sky.
Ammī undressed and standing naked with folded hands offered her Salawāt first.
My Ammī came around and crouched over Durgesh .
She positioned the slit of her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt just above the tip of Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock and stayed.
My Abbū dipped his middle finger in the honey cup and then in my Ammī’s orifice to wet it too with honey.
And my Ammī placed her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt petals on Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu “ling” and, with her eyes closed, slid down to swallow Durgesh’s entire length in to her Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān depth.
“Ħazrat Kħānkāh-e-Jannat-e-Firdaus! Uriyān Barhanā Ħazrat Peer-o-Murshidah!” shouted my Abbū.
“And with that, my Ammījān started her fucking on Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
All through the fucking my parents were chanting a Kalmā.
And it was a lovely, long lasting, heavenly fuck.
I enjoyed to watch it very much.
Durgesh and Ammījān made superb sex partners.
Durgesh has already defeated Abbū, and Abbū himself acknowledged it with all the honesty and sincerity.
Some of the Musalmeen claimed that these rituals are not mentioned in any Islamic standard religious books anywhere.
These are bidåt, and therefore not Islam .
When Durgesh started ejaculating, with a groan, the Kalmā jumped on to my Ammījān’s tongue and, I too chanted it out.
“Lā ilāh illillāh Muħammadurrasūllallāh”
“Lā ilāh illillāh Muħammadurrasūllallāh”
“That’s how Durgesh was initiated and made a lover of my own Ammījān by my own Abbū, whom I came to know, later, as her own real brother, Nauzbillah.
I was the son of a real brother and sister.
What could I do except to repent, though it was not my own fault at all.
My parents were responsible for having their own valid, or invalid, reasons.
I was never convinced that the reasons were valid.
As a repentance, I’d vowed secretly, to separate my parents sexually anyhow, and replace Abbū with Durgesh in Ammījān’s sexual life for ever.
When my Abbū concluded with his narration, I was so sexed up to bounce on any Uncut Hindu Cock , but then luckily I had Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock , stirred up by my Abbū’s own narration.
“What a family tale!” I commented. “Would you mind to link the lineage down to your daughter, Abbū?”
He placed his hands on my shoulders and gave them an affectionate squeeze.
“Actually I wanted to take you to Kħānkāh-e-Jannat-e-Firdaus and let Durgesh take your cherry there, but you spoiled everything by running away and losing it with an outsider Hindu . Our dream to visit Kħānkāh-e-Jannat-e-Firdaus remains unfulfilled.” My Abbū sighed.
“I’m sorry, Abbū, but I lost my cherry even before I ran away, and that too only to Durgesh himself. It happened in the Kħānkāh ruins 20 km away from here, where a naked Malakul Jannat-e-Firdaus resides as Al Kħātūn .”
“Is it? Thank Malakul Jannat-e-Firdaus, we are saved then. It’s the same Kħānkāh, the Kħānkāh of Uriyān Barhanā Fātimah Zohrah Bittaul, where my Ammī initiated Durgesh,” Abbū was excited.
Fortunately, Durgesh had come there in the meanwhile.
Durgesh scooped me up and kissed my mouth.
I put down my hand and squeezed his Uncut Hindu Cock under his dress.
Durgesh had me laid across the bed in such a way that my legs were touching the floor.
He moved in between my legs and started pulling down my garments.
On seeing my naked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , Durgesh eyes sparkled once again.
“Like it?” I lifted my groin a bit up.
“I love it, honey,” Durgesh ran his tongue over his lips.
Durgesh lowered his head and occupied my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Whipping my clit with his extremely experienced Hindu tongue, he raised me swiftly to the pleasure flow.
His probing and jabbing kept me afloat for a prolonged time.
It was my first experience in yielding my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy for a tongue.
And Durgesh, trained by my grand Ammījān, took me to the peak.
I raised my melting Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and rubbed it against Durgesh’s mouth, holding his head with both my hands.
In that Moment, my abdomen muscles convulsed in ripples and my up heaved Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt surged out its sweet hot juices.
I had become so tender down there and I shoved off Durgesh’s head.
I felt its girth stretching out my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān vaginal walls and its tip deep up to my navel line.
Shock and thrill out of it triggered in me an immediate climax.
I moaned and moaned.
“You’re too big to me, Durgesh.” I spoke out.
“I won’t rush things and will be kind to you, my darling,” Durgesh assured.
“I didn’t mean that. This Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt-stretching itself is more than enough was what I meant by that.”
“Who prevents you? Tear me down, if you want. Fuck the hell out of me, Durgesh, I’m all yours.”
He thanked me and started his Hindu engine.
All through the fuck he was praising the tightness of my lubricating hot Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
In between, he babbled about another tight Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, which I didn’t care to decipher.
I clung to Durgesh and encouraged him to loot me.
I didn’t allow Durgesh to disengage.
I confined him in my arms and legs.
He continued his sucking at my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lips until his Uncut Hindu Cock shrunk to its normal size.
And then I let Durgesh go.
He filled up nicely the emptiness left out by him.
In a month time I was found conceived.
I was not sure that whose seed it was.
No doubt, it was not of that my so-called Hindu lover or of that Yugdév.
My periods, I had in my return journey, ruled out that.
It had to be of Durgesh.
When I told my Abbū my concern, he only laughed.
He said that it was immaterial.
Unmarried Musalmān Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girls giving birth are not allowed.
Durgesh took me to the ruined Kħānkāh, where I lost my cherry to him , and married me in front of that naked Malakul Jannat-e-Firdaus.
I’d begot Jabeen Al Qāsim from my Hindu lover, and brought her up with all our love.
Twenty one years later I returned to the same Kħānkāh ruins, where I was deflowered on a rainy day by Durgesh and married later by him.
It was my Abbū who took Durgesh and me there.
And it was Durgesh’s 61st birthday.
Jabeen Al Qāsim had her exams and so she stayed back.
As we entered the Kħānkāh we noticed a bike parked outside with its back wheel removed.
A young girl sitting inside the porch was on her feet when she noticed us.
My Abbū asked her what her trouble was.
She told that she and her Hindu friend came that way on a picnic, and wanted to know what that structure was, but ended up with the back wheel punctured.
And her Hindu friend has gone to the nearby town to repair the wheel.
We also came to know of her that she was from Saåūdī, doing her school final in a Central School there.
Only then I observed her girlish face.
If she was in school final, then she must be around 18, but she looked on the higher side because of her physique.
His Arabic was flawless.
My Abbū introduced her us, Durgesh and me, as husband and wife, though actually we were not married legally.
The young girl looked at me with a quizzical interest.
Durgesh, though he was 19 actually, he looked 28/30 in appearance.
I was immature 18 of course.
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
23. A secret Smile
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
114. The women in my life
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
36. Saamved: Mantr 1