Sixty One Eighteen in love-6

Sixty One Eighteen in love


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

When I arrived home, the twin girls were busy in the kitchen supervising the preparation of dinner.

Their Ammī, Nādirah Ůsmān, dreaded the day when they would leave and start lives of their own.

With their second year of college almost finished, that day would soon be coming.

Their Ammī, Nādirah Ůsmān, was a drifter her husband had taken in.

He knew it was risky, but she was a beautiful young dark-haired Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman that oozed of mystery and intrigue.

He couldn’t resist.

A year later, Nādirah Ůsmān gave birth to their twins, and a few months later disappeared.

She turned up from time to time, making overtures about a custody battle, but he knew she just wanted money.

Well, he was also not a fool.

He managed Nādirah Ůsmān to introduce with me.

Nādirah Ůsmān proposed him that he could pay her in kinds if he wants.

“How?” Ramzān knew very well what Nādirah Ůsmān was after, yet he pretended to be a fool.

“Adjust Durgesh for me.”

Ramzān happily obliged Nādirah Ůsmān.

The only thing Ramzān hadn’t anticipated, was that Nādirah Ůsmān took both his daughters Fātimah Ůsmān and Åāýéshah Ůsmān,  from him, and managed the events in such a way that now I was their legal guardian, not their real father, Ramzān.

After that, Nādirah Ůsmān disappeared again.

Initially, she turned up several times a year, but that tapered off and now Ramzān hadn’t seen her for the past six years and doubted she ever would.

The girls had their Ammī, Nādirah Ůsmān’s hair; long, silky soft, and black.

They let it grow out, and now it reached down so far that it veiled their shapely extremely graceful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

They always wore the same clothing, and this evening I found them in a pair of tiny light gray cotton workout shorts and matching sports bras.

Since they appeared not to have heard me enter the house, I snuck up behind Fātimah Ůsmān and Åāýéshah Ůsmān and sharply slapped each one on their ass with a loud smack.

Both girls jumped and shrieked in terror.

Fātimah Ůsmān spun around and playfully threatened me with a table knife while Åāýéshah Ůsmān repeatedly slapped me on my lap in a defensive gesture.

“Very funny, Hindu Daddy!” Fātimah Ůsmān exclaimed in feigned anger.

“You better sleep with one eye open tonight,” Åāýéshah Ůsmān added. “We’ll get you back, we all know it.”

“Promises, promises,” I responded in a dismissive tone that irked the twins even more.

After things calmed down and the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls returned to their chores, I approached Fātimah Ůsmān from behind and gave her a big bear hug.

“What was your day like, sweetie?”

“After our Lit class, we went to the gym and did our aerobics routine, hit the tanning salon for a while, and then studied at the library. When we got home we started supervising dinner being prepared, and here we are.”

I knew I only had to ask one, because they did everything together.

The Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls were inseparable.

When they dated, which was rare, they only double-dated.

Guys that couldn’t deal with that requirement were quickly dumped.

“So, were we naughty or nice?” I asked.

Fātimah Ůsmān giggled because she knew the little game I played with them.

If they said they were naughty, I was rough.

If they were nice, then I was gentle.

But tonight Fātimah Ůsmān was definitely in a wild mood and she responded appropriately.

“Daddy, I was very naughty,” she revealed in an answer that emphasized ‘very’ and indicated her current desire.

My head leaned down and nuzzled the base of her soft, scented neck.

I savored the aroma as my mouth kissed and nibbled on the warm skin.

She squealed in delight as the tickling sensation sent tingling warmth through her entire Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

At the same time, my hands reached around and slipped beneath the sports bra.

My hands fully cupped the smooth Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts and squeezed on them lovingly, until the nipples swelled and hardened.

Once erect, I grasped them between my thumbs and fore-fingers.

Since she admitted to being a ‘very naughty’ Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girl I roughly pinched and twisted on the rubbery nubs.

Her entire Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body tensed as sharp stinging jolts of pain were felt from the anticipated abuse.

Almost immediately hot wetness seeped from her aroused Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy as she enjoyed the odd mixture of pain and pleasure.

The Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls loved it when I came home in a good mood, like tonight.

I divided my time equally between them, never favoring one over the other.

Knowing this Åāýéshah Ůsmān ignored the embrace I shared with Fātimah Ůsmān, knowing that sI would have me next.

“Oww, okay, okay,” Fātimah Ůsmān complained when her nipples had gotten too sore. “I promise I’ll be a good Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girl for my Hindu daddy tomorrow.”

I briefly bit down on her soft neck and gave her sore nipples a final twist before retreating.

Once I did, my full attention was on Åāýéshah Ůsmān.

She turned away from me and faced the counter, and as always, I came from behind and embraced her in a bear hug as well.

“So, were we naughty or nice?” I asked.

“Daddy, Fātimah Ůsmān’s the only one that ever admits to being naughty,” Åāýéshah Ůsmān said in a playful voice. “You know I like it gentle. That rough stuff doesn’t do it for me.”

“Give it a try sometime, you might like it,” Fātimah Ůsmān challenged her as she took over the chores where Åāýéshah Ůsmān had left off.

“Well? Were we naughty or nice?” I repeated, giving her an opportunity to change her usual declaration.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān giggled and remained evasive for several seconds.

I leaned my head down, nuzzled her neck, and gave her a sample of both ends of the spectrum.

At first, I gently kissed and licked the wonderfully scented Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān skin, and then roughly nibbled for a moment.

“I’m trying to remember,” Åāýéshah Ůsmān whimpered sheepishly as she was curious about being naughty but too unsure fully to commit.

My hands reached around and pushed beneath the sports bra.

My hands fully enveloped her warm swells of silky flesh and light fondled them.

After her nipples swelled and hardened I at first rubbed on them gently, and then grasped them between my thumbs and forefingers.

I pinched and twisted on the erect peaks increasingly harder, until I treated them as roughly as I had Fātimah Ůsmān.

I wasn’t sure if she tolerated pain better and enjoyed the sharp stinging jolts, or if she had accepted Fātimah Ůsmān ‘s challenge and was trying to hold out longer than her sibling.

I felt her supple Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body as it tensed and jerked with each painful twist, and listened as her voice announced displeasure but not the key words that would bring it to a stop.

I was treating her just as roughly as Fātimah Ůsmān and was surprised by her reaction.

It was the first time Åāýéshah Ůsmān tried it rough.

Just as Fātimah Ůsmān found immediate pleasure from the mix of tingling warmth from my mouth and stinging jolts of pain, she too found herself strangely attracted to the incomprehensible melding.

Not only did a fire suddenly ignite in her belly, but a surprising flood of essence oozed from within and dampened her panties.

It was erotic and delightful, and even though her nipples loudly protested, Åāýéshah Ůsmān never gave in.

“You’ll be a good Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girl for your Hindu daddy tomorrow,” I finally declared as I pulled away and avoided a situation where it might be interpreted that I spent more time with one than the other.

They were always competitive for personal time with me and fiercely jealous.

“You didn’t touch us down there!” Åāýéshah Ůsmān complained as her lips upturned in a childish pout. “You get us started and then don’t follow through?”

“You two worked so hard to prepare such a wonderful dinner I didn’t want it ruined,” I quickly explained, providing a logical reason in place of the fact that I didn’t feel like starting something I was too tired to follow through with.

Fātimah Ůsmān added “Daddy’s right. It looks great and I’m famished. Let’s eat first and see if we can talk him into playing with us afterwards.”

I shook my head in disbelief.

The one night I come home tired and the twins are all revved up and ready to go. “I’m sure you two have assignments to work on.”

“But its Friday!” they both shouted in unison so that to me it sounded like a blast of stereo at a most decidedly uncomfortable decibel level.

“That’s what Sundays are for,” Åāýéshah Ůsmān added.

“Yeah,” Fātimah Ůsmān agreed. “Come on, daddy, pretty please!”

I caved in, as usual.

I loved the twins and hated to disappoint them.

“You Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls get dinner on the table while I catch up on e-mail. Give a yell when it’s ready. After we eat, and after I watch the local and national evening news, maybe we can get something going.”

My statement was followed by piercing shrieks of excitement.

In my wake, the twins high-fived one another enthusiastically.

It had been almost two weeks since they last talked me into playing with them, and both of them knew where it would lead.***

Sleep almost overcame me as I half-listened to the national headlines.

Although I’d had a good day at work, it had been long and demanding.

The twins must have noticed my behavior, because moments later Fātimah Ůsmān  approached, lightly tapped my right leg, and presented a large plastic cup filled to the brim with a drink.

I eyed the concoction, and then looked over at her suspiciously.

“Please, daddy,” she pleaded with me. “We’ve been very patient, you have to admit. But we’ve been so lonely lately.”

I looked from her sparkling green eyes, down to the frozen drink, and back to her cute Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face.

I knew I’d been consumed by work lately and mentally concurred that I had been denying them my time, even if it had been denied equally.

Tomorrow was Saturday and a day I could sleep in and recover from whatever indiscretions the night offered.

Fātimah Ůsmān continued her whimpered pleas, and tipped the bottom of the cup towards my lips.

I relented and swallowed a large gulp.

The bitter reaction on my face said it all as I could barely force it down, and when I did it burned a trail I would not soon forget.

“What the hell…” I said in a choked voice that quickly failed me.

“Daddy’s awake.” I wasn’t quite sure what was going on when I heard Fātimah Ůsmān’s statement, until they were joined by Åāýéshah Ůsmān.

“That’s not fair. Daddy took a drink for Fātimah Ůsmān, but not for me.” Åāýéshah Ůsmān tipped the bottom of the cup up and I reluctantly swallowed what remained.

It was the strongest drink I’d ever ingested.

After a few moments, I felt a sense of light-headed euphoria sweep over me.

As I leaned, back in the recliner and enjoyed the buzz the teetering cup was snatched from my hand.

I grasped the armrest and held on tight as the room slowly rotated around me.

I wanted to scold the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls for doing this to me but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“This is for you, daddy,” their sweet voices announced in unison. “Relax and enjoy.”

As a news anchor reported on a new wave of suicide bombings in the Middle East, the zipper of my pants was lowered, my belt unfastened, and the pants button popped free.

Two sets of soft fingers reached inside the opening, and the incredible sensations I experienced as a result were indescribable.

My eversensitive Uncut Hindu Penis immediately hardened and stood erect as fingers caressed my ticklish balls and stroked the steel-hard shaft and rounded tip.

I softly groaned and squirmed from the tickling that they both knew drove me crazy.

A hot mouth fully encompassed my swollen Hindu tip.

A tongue lightly fluttered over the bulbous head as Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips enveloped and sucked on one ball, and then the other.

A smile formed on my lips as the Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān twins, both sweet eighteen, coordinated their efforts once again.

My totally relaxed 61 year old Hindu body sank into the recliner as the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls went to work.

It was the most incredible feeling ever, and the alcohol that numbed my mind and coursed through my veins also intensified the delightful sensations their efforts generated.

I should have been furious, but the stress melted away like butter on a grill and fully exposed my center.

Their mouths hungrily assaulted the core that remained.

There was no noticeable difference between their mouths.

It was as if it was one with two sets of Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips, two tongues, and two sets of dragging teeth.

Within only a few brief moments, my Hindu semen started to rise.

I tried mentally to command it down but my sensitized head quickly advanced the impending orgasm.

I gave in to its furious rage.

My voice grunted aloud as I ejaculated hot missiles of misguided semen.

They struck the lips and faces of the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls, who challenged one another as their mouths attempted to capture more than the other.

“I won,” Fātimah Ůsmān announced as she devoured a thick wad of my Hindu semen that she had expertly captured, but her brief victory was quickly contested by Åāýéshah Ůsmān whose tongue had also captured an equally impressive milky orb.

“I swallowed more,” Åāýéshah Ůsmān taunted as she gulped down an offering of thick seed that formed a milky web between her upper and lower lips even as she smiled victoriously. “It’s still warm, too.”

“Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls, please,” I said as I placed myself between them protectively. “Give me a few minutes, okay?”

They taunted one another with teasing faces, and then suddenly lunged forward.

Their warm tongues extended and licked the drying Hindu semen off one another’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān faces enthusiastically.

Once the final treat was devoured, their mouths locked and their tongues passionately struggled in a duel for domination that neither would win but both would enjoy.

“I’ll make you cum first!” Fātimah Ůsmān challenged, as both the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls were fully aroused and unwilling to settle for anything less than a well-deserved and long overdue orgasm.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān didn’t answer, but both the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls pulled one another to the floor and quickly moved into a sixty-nine position as they’d done several times before.

In one swift motion, they eagerly pushed the matching light gray workout shorts and white panties down beneath each other’s knees, and their supple thighs parted.

My eyes multiplexed and watched both the news and their intimate coupling.

I could really see their personalities play out.

Fātimah Ůsmān  was very aggressive and was on top, while Åāýéshah Ůsmān was more reserved and found herself on the floor.

However, they were both competitive in their own way, especially when it came to me.

I suspected they were going at it more for my benefit than their own, and would be surprised if I knew that I was entirely wrong.

Almost immediately Fātimah Ůsmān’s tongue and lips skillfully dipped between Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s juicy outer folds and laid siege to the hooded clitoris.

A middle finger worked its way inside the tight canal and began a slow finger-fucking.

After she loosened up a bit, a second finger joined the first.

Fātimah Ůsmān’s efforts created overwhelming delight and Åāýéshah Ůsmān groaned aloud and wildly writhed on the beige carpet.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān made a half-hearted attempt at stimulating the pink folds that hovered just above her mouth but her sister’s intense attention had Åāýéshah Ůsmān breathless.

She found herself unable to do anything more than receive the blessings of pleasure that stoked the tingling fire in her loins.

The two fingers thrust faster and harder as Fātimah Ůsmān’s mouth focused all attention on her sister’s tiny nub despite the twitching of their Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bodies.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān cupped her own breasts and grasped the still-sore nipples between her fingers, pulling and twisting on them until slight twinges of pain added to the wondrous misery that filled her flesh.

Wetness oozed steadily from her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy and smeared on Fātimah Ůsmān ‘s fingers, mouth, and chin.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s soft moaning increased in both frequency and volume as an impending orgasm loomed closer and closer.

She writhed on the carpet as her wavering voice announced the arrival of sexual release.

I watched as her lithe, athletic Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body jerked and twitched in spasms of ecstasy.

Fātimah Ůsmān  gave no sign of letting up as she frantically sucked and finger-fucked her twin, keeping her mouth pressed against the constantly moving Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

A final surge of essence coated her cute Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face, and Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s intense movements quieted as the orgasm dissipated.

Her moaning was replaced by breathless gasping as she tried to regain her lost breath.

Fātimah Ůsmān  moved into a sitting position and looked down at her sister with a wide grin on her cute Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face.

“I win,” Fātimah Ůsmān  proclaimed.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān smiled back at her. “That’s because I let you win. I just wanted to cum, that’s all.”

“And I’m the only one that hasn’t yet,” Fātimah Ůsmān realized as she acknowledged the aching desire that filled her loins. “I’ll bet I can get our Hindu daddy hard again.”

Åāýéshah Ůsmān shot up into a sitting position and grabbed at Fātimah Ůsmān, but Fātimah Ůsmān was too fast and had already scrambled on top of my lap.

Watching their playful antics had gotten me hard again, so I was ready when Fātimah Ůsmān  arrived.

When Åāýéshah Ůsmān made jealous overtures and tried tugging Fātimah Ůsmān off my lap, I gestured for her to stop.

The stern look on my face indicated I wasn’t kidding, and Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s face displayed anger as she was painfully rebuffed.

Fātimah Ůsmān knew better than to flaunt her victory.

I went to great lengths to be fair to each of them, and was intolerant of such behavior as it caused too many underlying problems.

She was just happy to have me all to herself for a few minutes.

I leaned back and smiled up at her beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face.

I was content to let her do the majority of the work.

The Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls kept themselves in great shape and loved a good workout, while I enjoyed benefiting from their efforts.

Fātimah Ůsmān had shed her shorts and panties before climbing onto my lap, and now peeled off the tight light gray sports bra.

My eyes drank in the vision of her naked Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān flesh.

I never imagined the twins would grow up to be so incredibly gorgeous and loving.

SI reached down and guided my eversensitive Uncut Hindu Penis into position.

As she slowly descended and fed my Hindu erection into her tight, juicy Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, Fātimah Ůsmān leaned forward and placed her hands palms down on the armrests for support.

This brought those incredible breasts within range and I eagerly filled my Hindu hands with the firm, perky orbs of soft Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān flesh.

This time I caressed the mounds and sore nipples as delicately as possible.

Fātimah Ůsmān demonstrated surprising Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān sexual prowess as she moved her well-toned hips and thighs in an amazing series of motions that created intense sensations in them both.

At the same time she worked her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy up and down on my steel-hard Uncut Hindu Prick and slowly took more of my Hindu length inside of the velvet-smooth Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān canal.

I leaned my head up, my wet tongue lapping at her swollen nipples and bathing them in saliva.

Once wet I blew hot breath across them and smiled as she squealed in delight and writhed on my lap.

I knew what they liked, and after she rode up and down on my swollen Uncut Hindu Prick for several minutes, I reached up and drew her to my Hindu chest.

My hands cupped and pinned her head in place as my lips and tongue nibbled on an ear.

She shrieked aloud and giggled uncontrollably as my hot mouth tickled, but there was no denying the incredible warmth it also triggered.

Her giggling was quickly replaced by loud moaning as hot breath blew into her ear and the tip of my tongue teased the earlobe.

“Oh, daddy, you always know how to get me crazy-hot.” Fātimah Ůsmān breathlessly whimpered as my mouth withdrew.

After she righted her torso, she rapidly moved up and down and fucked my pulsating Uncut Hindu Prick with all the energy she could summon.

I also took a more active role and thrust upwards into her descending flesh.

Her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy wrapped tightly around my Hindu shaft as I buried my full length into her belly.

The waves of tingling warmth intensified and Fātimah Ůsmān  suddenly tensed as climax was achieved.

Her voice sounded peals of delight as her supple form twitched and jerked in spasms of ecstasy.

For several wondrous moments her entire Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body savored the intense pleasure of sexual release.

Wetness surged from her loins and dripped upon my body from the pink folds like morning dew from the petals of a rose.

She would have been satisfied to end it there, but I hadn’t cum yet.

Although fatigued and out of breath from the burst of activity, Fātimah Ůsmān still fucked me but took it slower.

She took me in every bit as deeply as before but now she rested as my hips thrust upward into her luscious Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hole.

I felt my Hindu semen beginning to rise.

I grunted in delight as climax approached.

Fātimah Ůsmān  worked her magic with her hips and thighs and quickly pushed me over the edge.

I tensed in the recliner and moaned in relief as the rising semen reached the point where it triggered an orgasm.

I buried myself completely inside her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān belly and squirted thick wads of milky semen inside.

I thrust several times more, grunting aloud as the remaining Hindu seed was planted in wondrous jolts of toe-curling, tingling warmth.

When I finished Fātimah Ůsmān laid down along my right side, both of us breathing heavily and glistening with a light coating of perspiration.

Not wanting to ignore Åāýéshah Ůsmān, I motioned for her to join us on the recliner.

After slipping off the sports bra that she still wore, Åāýéshah Ůsmān eagerly settled down along my left side.

The trio watched what remained of a game show as we enjoyed the warmth one another’s bodies.

“I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you.” I apologized to the twins. “It’s been rough going at work, that’s all.”

“It was better this time.” Fātimah Ůsmān assured me. “It was more than worth the wait.”

“Yeah.” Åāýéshah Ůsmān echoed, although she didn’t really share her sister’s opinion.

Several minutes elapsed as we watched the final contestant of the game show make a bid for a big win but fell short.

As the credits rolled, I recalled something I wanted to share with the twins.

“I almost forgot. Uncle Akbar called. Cousin Kħadījah Akbar will be spending a few days with us. She’s your age, maybe a year younger. Can you show me around?” I asked.

The twins looked at one another and shared a knowing look.

“Sure, daddy. We’ll make sure she has a great time.”

“Double trouble.” a man whimpered to me as I admired the twin dark-haired vixens as we left the aerobic workout room, my aroused Uncut Hindu Cock restlessly stirring.

They appeared to be in their early twenties and were both dressed in tiny black gym shorts and pink tank tops with Body by Kħadījah Akbar emblazoned across the front in bold black lettering.

They had gravity-defying firm, perky tits that jiggled so temptingly under their tops, the outlines of the nipples looking so sexy and appealing.

Their legs and abs were wonderfully sculpted as my eyes gazed upon every part of them I could possibly see.

They were chatting amongst themselves, revealing their bubby personalities and giggling from time to time.

After passing me without acknowledgement of my presence my eyes gazed upon the back of their legs and stared at the wonderful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān asses, cheeks swaying provocatively from side to side.

“I’m so glad we’re finished.” Fātimah Ůsmān stated with a sigh of relief to her twin, Åāýéshah Ůsmān.

For as long as Fātimah Ůsmān could remember the identical sisters always started and ended their menstrual cycles at the same times.

That made it rough for me, because I was denied sex from both of them instead of losing just one.

I was smiling radiantly when the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls reported that morning that they were over it and the monthly “dry spell” for me would be ending.

They walked down the hall to the women’s locker room and entered.

That was when they saw Kħadījah Akbar, the aerobics instructor whose classes they enjoyed attending.

She was a really outgoing person and they were on a friendly basis with her.

Being in her late twenties she was quite a bit older than the twenty-two year old twins.

She had one foot up on a long bench in a narrow corridor that was lined by brown metal lockers and was untying her shoes.

“Hey, how did you beat us here?” Fātimah Ůsmān asked, knowing that Kħadījah Akbar was still in the gym when they’d left.

Kħadījah Akbar looked up, noticed the twins, and smiled warmly.

“I know all of the shortcuts around here. Did you have a good workout?”

“We always do with you.” Åāýéshah Ůsmān responded in a bubbly voice. “You keep our bodies in great shape. And your own at the same time too.”

Kħadījah Akbar took it as a compliment.

“Thanks. I do this four times a day so I better be in great shape.”

They all laughed and began undressing.

Fātimah Ůsmān  and Åāýéshah Ůsmān both were stealing glances of Kħadījah Akbar as the lithe Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān blonde disrobed.

When the sports bra came off a nice set of rather large breasts were exposed with equally sized nipples.

She had a great tummy, flat and muscular.

When Kħadījah Akbar’s thumbs hooked around her shorts and panties simultaneously and began pushing them down, both sisters were closely watching.

Kħadījah Akbar sensed their stares and found them arousing.

Feeling in a sexy mood, she played right along, tempting them with even more.

Once naked she pretended to have a sore ankle and placed her right foot up on the bench, spreading her thighs wide apart while rubbing on the muscle.

Her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was revealed; the mound covered with a trimmed triangular patch of light yellow curls, and below that the pink lips.

The twins openly stared and, once realizing it, they prompted one another to look away.

“Are you still seeing that Hindu guy, Vikram?” Fātimah Ůsmān nervously asked as she tried to make conversation to distract Kħadījah Akbar from their staring.

“No, he was only good for one thing, and when he wasn’t enough and he started cheating I dropped him like a hot potato.”

Åāýéshah Ůsmān piped up,

“He didn’t deserve you.”

“I know, but I sure do miss having a man around.” Kħadījah Akbar lamented. “He may have only been good at one thing, but I sure have missed the sex lately.”

Fātimah Ůsmān and Åāýéshah Ůsmān glanced at one another and Fātimah Ůsmān announced, “I think I’m going to stay for a shower.”

“That sure does sound good right about now.” Kħadījah Akbar agreed. “I’ll get us some towels.”

Fātimah Ůsmān and Åāýéshah Ůsmān finished undressing in Kħadījah Akbar’s absence.

The twins could hardly do that in close proximity and not get excited.

It was always more fun undressing one another, and that’s what they did.

Fātimah Ůsmān removed Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s tank top, taking just a moment to gently squeeze the perky swells and share a quick but deep tongue kiss.

They broke it off quickly and Åāýéshah Ůsmān removed Fātimah Ůsmān ‘s tank top.

This time it was Åāýéshah Ůsmān who felt up her sister’s nice tits and returned the deep tongue kiss.

Despite the brevity of the touching both of their nipples were hard, swollen and aching for more.

They’d already taken their own shoes off so Fātimah Ůsmān knelt down, hooked her index fingers around each side of Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s shorts and panties, and pulled them down her sleek, shapely legs.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān had finally given in and let Fātimah Ůsmān shave her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, so it was baby-soft and void of all hair.

Fātimah Ůsmān leaned forward and gave the smooth rise of flesh just above the lips a loving kiss.

She breathed in deeply and could already begin to smell a mixture of sweat and the initial stirrings of sexual arousal.

Her tongue extended and lightly traced along the pink lips.

As Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s thighs widened her right hand gently rubbed on the back of Fātimah Ůsmān’s head, encouraging her sister to lick harder.

“You’re always going on and on about daddy when we have our periods, but we haven’t had sex for a week either.” Åāýéshah Ůsmān reminded her twin. “That feels so good.”

Fātimah Ůsmān knew they were taking a risk but she liked pleasing her sibling.

Aware of how much Åāýéshah Ůsmān was enjoying their shared intimacy her fingers delicately separated the outer folds, allowing her tongue to probe the warming slit.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s body tightened and she softly sighed as wondrous sensations filled her loins, sparking the heat of arousal.

As Fātimah Ůsmān teased her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, Åāýéshah Ůsmān grasped her right breast with her left hand, squeezing hard on the soft, pliable mound.

Both nipples were straining as –

The sound of the locker room door opening broke the spell the sisters were enjoying.

Fātimah Ůsmān immediately backed away, falling onto her bottom in the process.

She acted as if she’d been sitting there intentionally as she pushed her shorts and panties down her legs.

Kħadījah Akbar glanced down and noticed the properly shaved Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy before glimpsing at the other twin and confirming hers was shaved as well.

“You two really are identical, right down to the…”

The hesitation at the end of the incomplete sentence caused all three Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women to break out into laughter, clearing the air of awkwardness that had been created by nearly being caught red-handed.

Fātimah Ůsmān  reached a hand up, which Åāýéshah Ůsmān grabbed, pulling her sister back up onto her feet.

“That’s why the bench is there.” Kħadījah Akbar commented, her confusion apparent.

“My sister can be weird that way.” Åāýéshah Ůsmān responded, earning her a loud slap on her shapely ass playfully delivered by Fātimah Ůsmān.

Kħadījah Akbar observed the exchange and was briefly jealous of the two as she’d been an only child.

While that may have had its benefits at times, not having a brother or a sister left her wondering if she was missing out on much more than she’d ever gained.

That was a question that would never be answered.

“I wish I had a sister.” the aerobics instructor confessed. “You two always look like you’re having so much fun.”

“You don’t see the times when we fight, which we do our fair share of.” Åāýéshah Ůsmān revealed. “But we’re crazy in love too.”

There was a sparkle of deep affection in Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s eyes as she glanced over at Fātimah Ůsmān with a warm smile on her full, inviting lips.

Fātimah Ůsmān didn’t fight the temptation, instead choosing to show Kħadījah Akbar exactly how the twins felt about each other.

Fātimah Ůsmān leaned in and their mouths met in a brief kiss that immediately turned passionate as their tongues extended and entwined.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān was caught off-guard, mindful of my repeated warnings about not showing their affection for one another anywhere else but home or in the home of another relative.

When She tried to pull away Fātimah Ůsmān’s hands held her sister’s head in place as their wet tongues continued the erotic embrace.

Chapter 7


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

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

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

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11

16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12

17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13

18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

88.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

90. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

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

113. The everincreasing infinite lust

114. The women in my life

115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

116.  A Deep Conflict-1

117. I’m never ashamed of it

118. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

119. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

122.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9


More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

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

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2


Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3


Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

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

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

41. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

42.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

49. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

50. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25

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