She ProtestedPosted: November 11, 2010
I was stunned as I heard the sweet feminine voice.
“Durgesh! You Hindu scoundrel! You fucked my daughter!”
I’d opened the door about six inches and peered out into the darkness.
She was not ashamed of shouting these words standing out of my door.
The amber streetlights reflected off the slick rooftops opposite, silhouetting my unexpected visitor.
A heavy gold ring glistened as the index finger jabbed into my face.
I noticed the other fingers were similarly festooned and I thought how a punch from this fist would shatter my teeth; mash my nose to pulp, if she hadn’t asked me, instead attacked.
With difficulty, I focused on the accusing fingertip, the nail glinting in the half-light like a bloodied talon.
Slowly widening my gaze, I observed the thick gold bracelet on the wrist and the tanned, tattooed and freckled forearm.
My heavy eyes continued their journey towards the source of the sweet voice.
They traversed bare brown shoulders, hurdled three imposing gold chains and climbed a lined throat before settling on the heavily rouged lips.
A viper’s tongue flicked across them and she spoke again.
I opened my eyes and controlled my head.
Sweeping my hair from my clean shaved face, I tried – and succeeded – to meet her threatening glare.
The front door was only open a crack but she’d already wedged the toe of her high-heeled shoe in it.
I was barely awake, not at all prepared for this late-night confrontation.
The not expectation had given her almost the upper hand.
On hearing the thuds on the door, I’d crawled out of bed, pulled on my underpants and stumbled down the stairs, not expecting to see the startling Beauty standing there.
I was actually more surprised to see this enraged Musalmān Beauty there.
“Are you going to let me in or do I have to wake up the whole fucking street?”
Surrendering any strategic advantage I might have held, I stepped away from the door and backed down the hall.
After glancing around, she slipped inside my flat then slammed the door behind her.
The dim pendant light swayed in the ensuing draft, turning the hallway’s shadows into viscous liquid.
We heard a car speed down the street, brake at the T-junction, and accelerate away into the night.
I eyed the woman gravely till the engine’s roar faded into silence.
“Listen, I… she… Look! We met in the pub; I asked her back for coffee…”
The woman, I imagined she was about forty, folded her bare arms across her prominent breasts, crossed one ankle over the other and leaned her back against the door.
Her raised eyebrow and curled mouth bade me continue but I just shook my head.
She was a spring chicken.
Long black stocking-clad legs rose to wide hips, her fit-looking body hugged by a plum wool strapless mini-dress.
Straight black hair draped to her shoulders, framing a face that was still very pretty, despite her slightly bent and rather long nose.
Ammī and daughter had the same large brown eyes, wide mouth, square jaw and near-perfect teeth.
I wondered if this woman had been the City bike twenty years ago, much as her daughter was today.
“Eyes off the merchandise, sweetie – you couldn’t fucking afford it,” she spat, acidly.
This was going to be unpleasant.
Standing there in my undies with this crazy female barely four feet away, I suddenly felt very aggressive.
“So, what yer got to fuckin’ say for yerself? Do you know how old she is? Do you? Pervert!”
“Twenty? Twenty-one…” I knew she was legal.
She drove a car for fuck’s sake.
“That’s my little girl you’ve just violated with that filthy Uncut Hindu Prick of yours. I didn’t suckle our Navīdah Islam,” and she grabbed her ample titties, waved them in my face, “to be a Sunni Musalmān Cunt for dirty Hindus like you to wank off into… a mouth to fuckin” suck you off -Yes, she fucking told me everything you did to her. I forced it out of her! Now it’s time to pay for what you’ve done…”
She clenched and unclenched her fists, then took hold of the hem of her dress and… peeled it over her head to reveal very sexy black undies and matching suspender belt.
I’d winced at her words, readied myself for a physical onslaught, so was quite surprised by her actions, to say the least.
Her body was bronzed and – allowing not for even a bit of sagginess here and there that was probably attributable to a dose or two of childbirth – was almost as appealing as her daughter’s.
Well, in this light.
Nerves had shriveled my Uncut Hindu Cock and I’d had no time to respond to this overtly sexual display, so I was still soft when she sank to her knees, yanked down my pants and took me in her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth.
So flaccid was I, that, with a bit of manipulation, she fitted my Uncut Hindu Cock and both balls in her wide maw.
With my genitalia stuffed into her swollen cheeks, she looked up at me like a sex-crazed hamster and winked.
The daughter, who’d only left about an hour before, had taken three salvos of my Hindu Semen so my great Uncut Hindu Cock barely responded to her Ammī’s surprise attack.
Suddenly remembering I hadn’t washed it before falling asleep, it struck me that the old girl was – in a roundabout way – licking her daughter’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
That was – though it sounds a bit sick now – enough of a turn-on to give me a kick-start.
Her black hair, streaked with an occasional silver strand, suddenly filled my hands.
I was not confused now, to say the least; still not nervous even a bit, but things were looking up.
Tajallī Islam choked, my still-rising Uncut Hindu Cock glistening with her saliva.
Her bejeweled fingers closed around it and she began absently to wank me as she looked up into my eyes.
“Hi. I’m Tajallī Islam, Navīdah Islam’s Ammī. I’ve seen you round the City. Always thought, ‘What a good-looking Hindu man. Nice Hindu bulge.’ I told our Navīdah Islam I fancied you… that’s probably the only reason she let you fuck her – to get at me, the bitch. Tonight, she comes home bragging, “Guess who I’ve had in my twat tonight”. Fucking cow. Saying “how you did this” and “how you did that,” how many times she came. Well, I’ve been going short of sex lately — and the bitch knows it, wanted to fucking wind me up — so I’ve come round to, er, find out if it’s true. To see how good you really are. So come on, big Hindu boy,” she motioned to the aching swell of my Uncut Hindu Penis, “let’s go to bed! Unless…” and she bit her lip, “unless you don’t fancy me?”
My pursed lips relaxed into a grand greeting smile.
“Do you know I’m already sixty one? You don’t seem to me more than forty.”
Tajallī Islam giggled.
“Smart Hindu scoundrel! Aren’t you, Durgesh? You didn’t warn my 21 yrs old daughter, Navīdah Islam, that you are already sixty one. She is 21 only. So, she shouldn’t—”
“How do you know I didn’t tell her that?”
“My 21 yrs old daughter, Navīdah Islam, can’t be crazy enough to fuck you even if she is told that fact.”
“Like Ammī, like daughter.”
“She raped me while I tried to stop her.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“Watch the video Navīdah Islam proudly made in her mobile.”
“Allah! It can’t be true.”
“Okay… But what’s with all the hammering on the door at three in the morning, the manic finger pointing. The accusing and shouting; calling me a pervert? Why didn’t you just, like… ask?”
Her eyes were sad, pensive and pleading.
“Because you would have said no.”
She looked suddenly broken and dejected.
I took her hand and helped her to her feet.
A smile flickered then lit her face and she kissed me passionately – too passionately – her invading tongue jousting with my tonsils.
Eager hands frisked me, squeezed me and pulled me tightly to her till I nearly suffocated.
Breaking free, cocked my eyes towards the welcoming staircase.
With one hand supporting my Hindu erection to stop it bouncing painfully about, my ever-willing member had taken quite a hammering at Navīdah Islam’s hands, I climbed the narrow stairs.
Behind me, Tajallī Islam’s heavy breathing was punctuated by the Morse code of her high-heels clicking on the bare wooden steps.
Ammī and daughter in the same night… Save-our-fucking-souls!
What a magnificent sight.
My hastily discarded clothing was everywhere.
Navīdah Islam’s crimson knickers — she’d insisted I keep them — were draped over the bedpost, the stained crotch on full display.
The bottom sheet was in disarray and half the battered, stripy mattress was exposed.
Most of the twisted quilt was on the floor.
An open, empty pizza box and a few drained lager cans littered the far corner, and a saucer full of fag ends — she’d insisted on smoking after every orgasm, even though she knew I detested the habit — sat on the bedside table.
Between the saucer and my bedside lamp, stood two half-empty mugs of coffee, one of which was smeared with lipstick.
If I’d known her Ammī was calling in, I might have tidied up a little, removed the evidence of her daughter’s debauchery.
Face flushed with a mixture of arousal, embarrassment and trepidation, I turned slowly to face her.
It felt like twenty years had just flashed by, as if I’d slept for a score and woken up to find an ageing Navīdah Islam in my bedroom.
The daughter was as tall as me, had a slim waist and small pointed tits.
Her ass was rounded and muscular and her legs were long, slender and powerful.
Golden skin covered most of her shapely Sunni Musalmān frame – when I’d taken off her thong, a white arrowhead of flesh pointed to her Sunni Musalmān slit and I could see the tell-tale stencil marks left by her spray-on tan.
She was quirkily beautiful, had her Ammī’s high cheekbones, wide eyes and long nose, but Navīdah Islam’s nose had not yet been broken.
And she wasn’t big on jewellery or tattoos: discrete silver earrings and a silver nose-stud were her only adornments, while a formation of three blue butterflies ascended in size and elevation from her navel to just below her right breast.
And she was full of life, full of fun, inquisitive and bright.
By contrast, Tajallī Islam seemed to carry most of the world’s problems on her rounded shoulders, along with most of the UK’s gold reserves.
Her tits were big and she had more illustrations on her body than a Marvel comic.
All the clichés: roses on her shoulders; hearts on her ankles; mythological beasts on her forearms; a scroll with the names of her kids on her right bicep; and butterflies on her belly.
I couldn’t wait to see what was on her back and arse.
Her tan was deep, authentic, and her undamaged, spotless Sunni Musalmān skin was testament to her regular exposure to the sun.
She was a slightly shorter, slightly heavier, slightly flabbier double of her daughter.
I suddenly saw my life in perspective and, for the first time, realized I was already on the uphill slope.
Tajallī Islam ignored the sexual detritus and made the bed up.
Yes, she actually straightened up the bed then clambered on with a creaking of rusty springs.
She bounced up and down to test the mattress.
“I’ll be fucking travel sick on this Hindu!” she laughed, then unclipped her bra and tossed it on the floor.
Her nipples were dark brown and huge, sticking out like thimbles. She saw me staring.
“Breast feeding. Suckled all three o’ mine. Works wonders for your figure too and they are ever so sensitive now – I can cum just by having ’em kissed. Come on – give it a go.”
In seconds, she was as good as her words, writhing with pleasure as I licked one nipple and turned the other between wetted fingers.
Meanwhile, she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock and wrenched it from side to side, then pumped the great Uncut Hindu pole of sensitive flesh like she was blowing up a bike tyre.
Jewellery jangled and I winced.
“Navīdah Islam said yer liked it rough… am I too rough for yer, lovie?”
“No, I’ll be okay in a bit. It’s been a long night, though, you know? Bit sore.”
“Gonna be a whole lot fucking sorer before I’ve finished with yer.”
I kissed down the chain of butterflies that fluttered from tit to navel – just like her daughter’s, but red – and licked her waxed bikini line.
For some reason, possibly respect but I’m not certain, I avoided the faded caesarian scar that hid in the crease below her belly.
“Hey, blame Navīdah Islam for the fuckin’ scar; she was always an awkward bugger — the other two just popped out!”
Then I eased her black knickers down and was pleased to see her waxing was the complete job.
Navīdah Islam had a very narrow landing strip of black pubes that was attractive, but this clean shaved Sunni Musalmān Pussy was very sexy.
I wasn’t sure what the rigors of multiple childbirth would do to a vulva, but I needn’t have worried.
Tajallī Islam’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt was quite beautiful.
Her labia were very similar to her daughter’s, only larger somewhat, and when I peeled them open, her extremely beautiful pink Sunni Musalmān clit begged me to be kissed.
Again, just like her daughter’s, even not bigger somewhat.
Tajallī Islam rolled me onto my back and reached for a pillow that Tajallī Islam folded and placed under my head.
Clambering over me, Tajallī Islam positioned her Sunni Musalmān Pussy over my face, thighs pressed against my ears, and began to suck and stroke my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I could barely breathe.
My nose entered her as I kissed her Sunni Musalmān clitoris and Tajallī Islam pushed down onto my face causing me to gasp for air.
Tajallī Islam fellated me too, licking lightly, nipping and sucking like a pro.
Pleasure fluttered in my gut, the epicentre switching between my glans and my anus.
It was mouth-wateringly delicious.
My free hand ran over a stocking-clad leg, played with the suspender and repeatedly explored the change of texture from silk to the cool flesh of her thigh.
Her unpredictable, imaginative stroking and licking routine kept me on the edge of ecstasy.
As soon as Tajallī Islam felt me tense up, Tajallī Islam held perfectly still till the orgasmic wave passed.
Then recommenced her attack.
Soon, all Tajallī Islam had to do was hold me in her mouth, and hold it for a second to have me on the verge of ejaculation.
And this Tajallī Islam did over and over till the pleasure grew to an almost painful intensity and I could barely contain myself.
All the while, clamped between her thighs, my ears hummed and her wet, slippery nether lips pressed their hot, sticky kisses onto my face.
The bed creaked and shifted beneath me.
It seemed like Tajallī Islam’d grabbed my hips and pressed down hard.
I heard her laugh and more muffled words, then something hot, tight and wet surrounded the tip of my erection.
Not a mouth, something else, something vaguely familiar.
With great force, this “something else” plunged down onto me and a great weight slapped onto my thighs and abdomen.
I heard laughter, simultaneous squeals of delight and I panicked, fought to push Tajallī Islam off my face.
Tajallī Islam grabbed my arms, someone else grabbed my hands and I was immobilised.
I bucked and twisted and tried to throw them off, but it soon became apparent I could not.
“Hey, Baby, go easy. You’ll hurt yourself.”
Despite being muffled, the new voice was unmistakable.
Suddenly realizing the situation was extremely weird but not at all dangerous, I stopped struggling and relaxed.
After a moment, Tajallī Islam shuffled her weight off my head and knelt on the bed beside me.
I brushed my black hair aside to reveal a beaming, naked Navīdah Islam sitting astride me, my Uncut Hindu Cock embedded up to her belly button.
Tajallī Islam leaned forward and kissed me lovingly, ran her long tongue around my gums, lips, nose and chin, then answered my silent question.
“Yes, no fucking condom.”
“Lighten up will yer? I don’t love when I fuck you wear condom.”
Oh, that’s all right then…
Navīdah Islam reached behind her and I felt a dull jabbing deep inside me.
“What’s this? Favouritism, eh? You didn’t let me fuck your arse.”
Tajallī Islam bounced up and down, battering her cervix with my Hindu erection.
Tajallī Islam’s face glowed with pride and her hungry eyes fixed on Navīdah Islam’s small-but-perfect jiggling tits.
The Ammī’s mouth closed around the daughter’s right nipple in a bizarre role reversal that made me shake my head in joyous disbelief.
“What the fuck is this?” I laughed. “Excuse me, ladies, but I am a little freaked out.”
Navīdah Islam stopped fucking me and brushed her hair behind an ear, suddenly looking very worried.
“Sorry. Are you okay, Durgesh? I told Ammī you’d be alright with it, once we got going…” Her voice tailed away and her confidence seemed to ebb. “It seemed like such a good idea at the time.”
“It’s a fucking great idea,” I added quickly, “don’t get me wrong, but…”
Navīdah Islam interrupted me.
“You’re not mad, are you?”
“Mad?” I looked from one Sunni Musalmān Beauty to the other, barely able to suppress a laugh. “I’d be fucking mad to be mad! Naked in bed with a Sunni Musalmān Ammī and daughter? Both sexy as fuck? This is every Hindu man’s dream!”
Tajallī Islam blushed, glanced down and deflected the praise.
Tajallī Islam was too pragmatic to fully accept my flattery.
Navīdah Islam’s eyes smiled.
Tajallī Islam licked her lips, ruffled my hair then looked suddenly concerned.
“I could have left the door unlocked earlier, let Ammī sneak up, but that would have totally freaked you out, wouldn’t it? I thought it would work better if I join Ammī once she’s started.”
Tajallī Islam shrugged.
Yes, if Ammī had interrupted me while fucking her hot daughter I may have been a little put out.
“It’s my fault.” Tajallī Islam’s commanding voice stopped us dead. “This is all for me. Navīdah Islam did it for me.”
Tajallī Islam took her daughter’s hand and there were the seeds of tears in both their eyes.
“I brought the kids up virtually on my own. It’s been rewarding, obviously, but I’ve been very lonely.”
The daughter leaned forward, pecked her Ammī on the lips, then cupped her breasts and weighed them like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“We’ve always been more like sisters – I was young when I had her – and we talked it over. I told her how I felt. It was hard starting to talk about it, but once I had started, it just flooded out. Everything… everything I felt. Navīdah Islam’s a very special girl, didn’t judge me, just held me…. And one thing sort of led to another.”
Ammīs are nurturing, loving, supporting… straight. That’s how the society views them, at least.
An Ammī who takes advantage of her powerful position and abuses her children would be anathema to me, but there was none of that here.
It was beautiful, trusting, two-sided; simply loving and not abuse in any shape or form.
I was warmed by it, basked in it: two Sunni Musalmān Beauties open, honest and sharing, totally at home with their sexuality and their complex relationship.
Tajallī Islam glanced down, drew a circle around my Uncut Hindu Cock, with a long, red nail, her mouth strong and determined.
“Don’t get me wrong — I love your Uncut Hindu Cock — but I don’t want some fucking bloke in my life, fucking me about… had enough of that, but like I say, I love a good shagging.”
I could empathize with that.
I loved Sunni Musalmān Pussy and it was Sunni Musalmān Beauties that had fucked me about.
Ammī smiled warmly at Navīdah Islam.
They looked at each other.
“And earlier, that was all an act? All that initial anger, the pathos, the story about Navīdah Islam winding you up? All of it?”
Tajallī Islam nodded, a smile playing on her lips.
“And you in on it too, Navīdah Islam? I thought I’d picked you up, but you had it planned all along?”
This time the daughter nodded, but Ammī had something to add.
“Navīdah Islam was supposed to give you a quickie and then come home so I could take over, but she was enjoying herself so much, Navīdah Islam fucking forgot about me. I was livid when Navīdah Islam came in at that time, so when I finally knocked on your door the anger was real.”
I looked from one extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān flushed face to the other and shook my head.
“Fuck me, girls, that’s incredible. And you swallowed it all! You two should be in the soaps.”
There was a pause while we all digested and weighed up the situation: an extremely beautiful Ammī, an equally beautiful daughter, a Hindu man; virtually naked on a bed; linked by hands, mouths, tits, Sunni Musalmān Cunts and Uncut Hindu Cocks.
An infernal triangle.
A holy trinity.
Tajallī Islam’s mouth fell to Navīdah Islam’s breast again and the silence was broken.
The daughter moaned, began to instinctively tighten and relax her pelvic floor.
The dancing muscles stimulated my excited member back to full length, while her hand gently massaged Tajallī Islam’s Sunni Musalmān clitoris.
No words can explain how I felt at that moment, so I won’t bother trying.
I simply feasted my eyes, glancing from sucking rouged lips to younger glossy lips; from dangling, swaying tits to firm, young, bouncing tits; from the busy fingers in the glistening, gaping Sunni Musalmān Cunt to the neatly trimmed tight Sunni Musalmān Pussy that sheathed my raging Hindu hard-on.
The difference in their skin tones, testament to the cruelty of Nature, was very pronounced as the two Sunni Musalmān females pressed together.
Navīdah Islam’s skin was glowing, tight, smooth, elastic, plump, and flawless.
Yet, Tajallī Islam’s also did not appear dull, lined, pitted with cellulite, occasionally striped with stretch marks and broken veins.
If Navīdah Islam wore make-up, it was very subtle, barely visible; however Tajallī Islam’s eyelashes also were not laden with mascara.
Yet to my expert eyes, her foundation and blusher tended to highlight rather than hide the signs of senescence.
However, experience counts for much in the bedroom and Tajallī Islam’s skill had occasionally put her daughter in the shade.
Tajallī Islam was pro-active, imaginative and totally in tune with my body as we’d sixty-nined.
Navīdah Islam made up for any such shortcomings with her enthusiasm, her fit body and a very sexy mind.
The two Sunni Musalmān Beauties together were dynamite.
Navīdah Islam dismounted, and lay on the bed beside me.
We kissed and I stroked her tits while Ammī gave me a fantastic blowjob.
Simultaneously, Tajallī Islam buried her fingers in her daughter’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt, bringing her to a breathless climax.
Tajallī Islam left me on the brink once again, placed a pillow under Navīdah Islam’s head and winked at me before taking up position.
There were two Sunni Musalmān Beauties in bed before me.
I’d already seen so many Musalmān Beauties 69 in the flesh.
I stroked myself as each woman kissed lovingly at the other’s genitals, opening each other up to plunge their tongues in deep.
I got my head in where I could, fighting with them to kiss the best bits.
Tajallī Islam whimpered when I smeared some more on her raised arse.
I carefully positioned myself behind her, readying myself for an incredibly intimate act.
Navīdah Islam looked up into my eyes as she ate her Ammī’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt; lust overflowing as the juices overflowed onto her face.
Tajallī Islam’s voice was a throaty whisper.
“Oh, fuck, Durgesh. Sunni Musalmān Pussy licking and ass-fucking’s gonna make me cum so hard.”
I entered her bowels like a hot corn on the cob sliding into a slab of butter then proceeded to slowly shaft her.
Each time I rested my abdomen against Tajallī Islam’s arse cheeks, I felt Navīdah Islam licking my balls and digging her long nails into my buttocks.
My hands explored the two Sunni Musalmān Beauties beneath me, finally resting on Tajallī Islam’s incredible nipples.
I pulled and twisted them while fucking that tight Sunni Musalmān ass, all the while trying to savor every incredible sight, sound and sensation.
We tried everything.
Every combination of kissing, licking, and fucking we could think of.
Tajallī Islam did indeed cum as I fucked her Sunni Musalmān ass, as did Navīdah Islam when they exchanged roles.
My favorite memory is this:
Ammī spread-eagled on the bed tugging violently at her own nipples; Navīdah Islam between her Ammī’s legs, lapping at her clean shaved quim; me entering the daughter’s sweet, tight Sunni Musalmān Pussy from behind, her plump Sunni Musalmān ass cushioning my feral thrusts.
My huge Uncut Hindu Cock up her Sunni Musalmān ass was the perfect final touch.
As they climaxed together, I had to withdraw and squeeze my pelvic muscles to hold back my cum.
An orgasm swept over me, though I never spilled a drop of Hindu Semen — a skill I had perfected over the years, and had ever used in female company. I knew that if it went anything like the hours of solo practice, the next orgasm would be even more intense, producing a greater volume of my Hindu Semen than normal.
At one point, they offered me their Sunni Musalmān asses side by side.
I stood on the floor and slid in and out of them in turn while they urged me on, each pleading for me to do them for longer.
Then, after a quick wash, they took turns sucking me, teasing me with their tongues, kissing and giggling all the while like naughty schoolgirls.
They lay side by side and I kissed and penised each Sunni Musalmān Pussy in turn till they both climaxed again.
“Fuck, Durgesh. That’s a great Uncut Hindu Cock you’ve got. Long and fat… and so hard!” Tajallī Islam glowed with appreciation. “Fucking great control too. Two hours we’ve been at this and not a drop spilt! It’s time though, Baby – time for us to do something special for you. What do you want to do?”
“Yeah,” Navīdah Islam added, enthusiastically, “how do you want to cum?”
Both Sunni Musalmān Beauties hugged me, kissed my face.
I thought my heart would burst.
“I can’t say, girls. Can’t choose. Come on, it’s impossible!”
Tajallī Islam ceremoniously fucked me.
“This way. Now, lie back and enjoy the ride.”
I don’t know how long they both assailed me, but all of my body tingled, pulsed, throbbed and ached for them.
Four hands massaged my flesh, pulled nipples, juggled balls, stroked, tickled, titillated and squeezed every inch of me.
Tits and Sunni Musalmān clits invaded my mouth, and a procession of anonymous mouths, Sunni Musalmān Cunts and Sunni Musalmān assholes became sanctuary for my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I was covered in sweat and the girls’ copious juices.
They rolled me over, arranged my limbs into new, exciting and vulnerable positions before submerging me in their fantasies once more.
“We’re gonna make you cum now, Durgesh, honey. Give us your cream, Hindu Piyā.”
Again they massaged me, from extremities to belly button, but it soon became obvious they were slowly decreasing the area of arousal and homing in on my groin.
Soon, my phallus was the sole object of attention.
Tongues and fingers lightly played on my throbbing shaft and swollen tip, then gradually increased in activity and intensity till my climax was inevitable.
With ears pounding and heart thumping, a body-wrenching orgasm tore through me.
Their “oohs” and “ahs” were reminiscent of a crowd at a fireworks display as my heavy contractions fired powerful spurts of cum into the air.
Just two hands were on me now, skilled, gentle hands.
They tugged at my shaft as lips surrounded the tip, then pushed down painfully hard as the mouth sucked powerfully.
The orgasm that I thought was dying away began to build again with even more force than before.
The hands eased their pressure, while others began massaging the hard muscle between my legs.
The wanking hands then pushed down and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock once more and – incredibly – I began to spurt again.
“Oh, fuck, Ammī… oh, God… fuck, yes… he’s cumming… again! Oh, Allah, how did you do that?”
The double orgasm blossomed and reverberated around my body, sending me into spasms of ecstasy before slowly fading into a soft, warm glow.
I’d experienced such a phenomenon so many times before, but this occasion was so beautifully intense that I smiled.
Both the Sunni Musalmān girls were between my Hindu legs, their faces, necks and tits spattered with my Uncut Hindu Cock juice.
The Sunni Musalmān girls smeared it playfully on each other’s body and licked it from each other’s cheeks, nose, nipples and lips.
Their faces said it all.
Lust sated, their eyes were heavy, their bodies spent, but their mouths were split by the widest grins.
It was dawn.
The curtained window was a dull grey rectangle and birds were singing beyond it.
The clock said 5:35am.
We kissed and hugged and exchanged sweet whispered words of gratitude.
The two Sunni Musalmān Beauties made a spooning sandwich out of me and we snuggled up together below the quilt, Navīdah Islam in front of me and Tajallī Islam behind.
Though my head was buzzing from this extraordinary experience, I soon drifted off into a deep and satisfied sleep.
When I awoke, they were gone.
It was just after twelve noon.
Naked, I went down to the kitchen to make a coffee, then climbed back up to bed, the incredible events of last night continually scrolling through my head.
When I stepped into the bedroom, I laughed out loud.
Two pairs of knickers adorned my bed-head: the red of Navīdah Islam’s on the right, the black of Tajallī Islam’s on the left.
Even now, if Tajallī Islam’s ever without a bloke – which is rare – Navīdah Islam knocks on my door and stays the night.
A noticeably trimmer and younger-looking Tajallī Islam pops round occasionally too – day or night – when feeling horny, or lonely, or both.
They are warm, loving, funny, reassuring, incredibly sexy Sunni Musalmān Beauties and I could honestly fall in love with either of them, or with the both.
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119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
125. 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