Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the BeachPosted: November 12, 2010
Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach
Fātimah and I were relieved finally to be able to get out in the sun again.
Winter had been long and cold and we both felt like we were suffering from cabin fever.
The heat of the sun felt good on Fātimah’s body and the cool breeze felt like a lover’s caress as it passed over her skin.
Fātimah reveled in her freedom.
She found the heavy clothes needed in winter oppressive and depressing and finally being able to shed them was an enormous relief.
Her spirit soared as she walked to the beach arm in arm with her Hindu man, me; and feeling free in just a bikini and a light wrap.
Cars slowed as they passed the couple.
I was pretty sure that it wasn’t just for the tight bends.
I smiled inwardly each time I spotted Musalmīn in the cars ogling the Sunni Musalmān Beauty on my Hindu arm.
Most of the Musalmīn could not bear it.
They were too communal to tolerate.
I loved having an extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend that could stop traffic but even more I loved having an extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend who dressed as sexily as Fātimah did.
The clothes she was wearing, or not wearing, right now were a perfect example.
Fātimah wore a pale blue see-through wrap over a black Brazilian bikini, the bottom creeping up ever so slightly so the curves at the bottom of her cheeks were tantalizingly uncovered and the top was completely decent but somehow drew the eyes to the sensuous curves of her firm breasts.
Sometimes she fantasized about dressing herself sluttily but she already dressed sexier than anyone she knew.
When we went clubbing I found myself comparing Fātimah to Musalmān Beauties dressed more like slutty fantasies and even though her outfits sometimes showed almost as much skin she never looked slutty.
There was a quality about Fātimah that no matter how revealingly she dressed she would always look sexy and never slutty.
Nevertheless, it was that quality itself that drove me to wish I could see Fātimah with her guard down and looking slutty and wanton.
For right now, though, I was happy to have a beautiful, sexily dressed Sunni Musalmān Beauty on my arm.
Fātimah’s hips brushed against me rhythmically as she walked with a graceful sway as her weight moved from side to side.
Saiyadah Fātimah knew my wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.
Yet, my wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, didn’t have any objection on her relationship with me.
I looked at her and she seemed oblivious to the cars that were still slowing as we passed.
I disliked them the view they must have of Fātimah from behind.
I could almost picture the curves of her nearly bare derriere, as it swung from side to side, the soft firmness of her flesh bouncing gently with each step as her feet met the ground.
I imagined the transformation of her cheeks from glorious full round curves to being stretched taught and firm as her weight shifted and her legs moved back and forth.
Despite what I thought Fātimah was aware of everything that was happening around her.
It was spring and Fātimah felt alive in a way she hadn’t felt for the better part of a year.
Her libido was ablaze and her skin was sensitive to the slightest touch.
The sun warmed her skin and the gentle breeze moved over her loveliest Sunni Musalmān body.
Her sheer wrap was no protection against the elements and the combination of heat and cool raised tingles on her skin in completely random places as the breeze eddied around her.
The tingles aroused her, especially as there was no place on her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body they could not reach, even though they were Musalmīn.
First I would caress her arm and then a stray flurry would pass between her thighs, simultaneously cooling her and reminding her of the heat growing in her loins.
As for the men in the cars, Fātimah wasn’t paying attention to them, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t aware of them.
Fātimah had reached a state of sensual awareness where she could almost feel their eyes moving over her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body as they passed.
The feeling always began in her buttocks; with some men it progressed down her legs and with others it moved up over the swell of her hips to her narrow waist.
Sometimes the feeling continued after the car had passed and then it almost always moved to cup her breasts.
As thrilling as the touch of the strangers’ eyes was the feeling was not entirely pleasurable.
Dressing in this fashion, even to go to the beach, was not something Fātimah would usually do.
Her heightened libido had emboldened her to dress in a way she knew I fantasized about her.
My reaction was the most exciting of all.
My hands were sweating and it wasn’t that hot and she was sure it wasn’t nerves either.
No, the sweaty hands had the same cause as the bulge in my pants.
Fātimah’s body responded to me in the same way.
Knowing the lust and excitement that her display inspired in her Hindu man was more than enough to overcome any feeling of discomfort she felt at the touch of the strangers’ eyes.
By the time we arrived at the beach I was desperately trying to think of something other than Fātimah’s bare skin and the view she was providing to so many complete strangers, yet Musalmīn.
She was crazy to show such Musalmīn that she was available to me, a Hindu; yet not to them, though they were Musalmīn.
“You should not do it, Fātimah.” I tried to stop her madness.
“Are you afraid of those hypocrite bastard impotents?” Fātimah blazed.
“All those Musalmīn, maybe hypocrites, but all of them are not bastards, nor impotents.”
“If they are not bastards and impotents, why the Musalmān Beauties love Hindus in such a large number?”
“Because most of the Musalmīn are not as ultra modern, sophisticated and desirables as most of the Hindus are.”
“Okay. Do you know a Musalmān Beauty who doesn’t have any sexual relationship with any Hindu?”
“No, but I don’t know all of the Musalmān Beauties.”
“Okay. I too don’t know all of the Musalmān Beauties, but all the Musalmān Beauties I know, every one of them has sexual relationships with some Hindu, this or that.”
“The most of the Musalmīn are not only not as ultra modern, sophisticated and desirables as most of the Hindus are, but they are under educated and criminal minded too. They don’t treat their spouses and/or their lady love even equal and respectfully.”
“I hate them, and so do the other Musalmān Beauties. Tell me Durgesh, what is the future of us and that of our children if we marry such damnfools?”
The view I had created in my mind of her from behind was bewitching and almost hypnotic.
Trying to dispel the image was hopeless but I was in a state which was completely inappropriate for the beach.
Fātimah on the other hand had found a place where no-one but she and I existed and she could simply enjoy her arousal and the affect she was having on him.
Not surprisingly the beach was crowded.
The sudden heat had the exact same affect on everyone else as it had on Fātimah and me and Musalmīn were heading for the beach in droves.
We managed to find an empty spot where the nearest Musalmīn were a few metres away.
We spread our towels on the sand and Fātimah removed her wrap.
I hadn’t been able to look at her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body on the walk to the beach but I drank her in now.
I realized her nipples were erect and imagined that she was turned on by the strangers’ eyes on her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body as much as I was.
She was certainly turned on but not for the reasons I imagined.
It was my excitement that was igniting her passion.
As she sat cross legged on her towel, Fātimah said,
“Sit down, Durgesh, and I’ll rub sun screen on you.”
My mouth was dry, and I had to control myself before I could answer,
“I’m going to go for a quick swim, I need to cool off.”
I removed my t-shirt and Fātimah watched as I raised my arms above my head to draw it off.
My muscles flexed and rippled as I stretched; I worked out and it really showed.
Fātimah really enjoyed my still athletic Hindu male body and Fātimah felt a definite twitch and further wetness between her legs as Fātimah watched.
I wasn’t lumpy like some guys, but I had very nice definition in my stomach, hips and chest, and my biceps were enough to make any Sunni Musalmān Beauty melt.
Fātimah noticed the Hindu bulge in my pants and realized why I had been moving so cautiously since we reached the beach.
I had been quite successful up until then in trying to hide it, but it was completely conspicuous as I stretched.
As Fātimah saw the bulge Fātimah could feel tiny prickles all over her Sunni Musalmān skin as sweat broke out, Fātimah could hear a roaring in her ears and Fātimah felt quite light headed, almost high.
Fātimah watched in a daze as I walked away from her.
I had a cute little arse and Fātimah watched it recede, still dazed, and wondering how she had come so close to an orgasm without ever even being touched.
Fātimah lay back on her towel and enjoyed her arousal.
She closed her eyes and imagined her Hindu man, me, returning and kissing her deeply.
Somehow there were no clothes between us and Fātimah opened herself to me.
I entered Fātimah with one strong Hindu thrust and held her in my powerful arms.
Eīshān, I felt so big inside Fātimah, and so powerful around her, I enveloped her petite Sunni Musalmān body as if Fātimah was a doll.
I plunged deepest inside Fātimah with powerful Hindu thrusts.
I entered Fātimah again and again.
I drove Fātimah to levels of ecstasy she had never felt before, overtly in a beach.
Fātimah was about to explode.
Somewhere in the back of her mind Fātimah knew she was at the beach with Musalmīn all around, being fucked by a Hindu, Durgesh, called infamously the Muslimātramañ; but Fātimah was out of control, and although her Hindu man was inside Fātimah only in her imagination, her impending orgasm was real.
The orgasm hit her like a wave crashing.
It built and grew deepest inside Fātimah, exploded in the warmth of her loins, and washed over her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body like an ecstatic tide.
Following the wave of heat that spread through her entire loveliest Sunni Musalmān body was a shocking splash of cold water which brought her out of her reverie to sit bolt upright with a gasp.
I giggled, “Hey Fātimah!”
Fātimah looked down at her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body to see she was covered in droplets of cold seawater.
“What the fuck was that for?” Fātimah asked me.
“Dunno. I called you a few times but you were a million miles away or something. Snapped you out of it didn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Fātimah said, looking more than slightly nonplussed.
“Sorry Fātimah,” said I. “How about rubbing that sun screen on now?” I asked as I sat in front of her.
I seemed completely oblivious of the mood I had destroyed.
Fātimah looked around self-consciously, wondering if she had made any noise as she came, because she had cum, and beautifully.
The cold water splashed on her disguised the wetness between her legs, so Fātimah figured she could be grateful for that.
Fātimah also figured she could be grateful that I hadn’t splashed her before she came.
And grateful that if I hadn’t heard anything Fātimah could be sure no-one around them had heard either.
There were a million thoughts competing in my head as Fātimah rubbed lotion on my back.
First among them was the image that had been burned into my mind when I came back from my swim.
That image was one of the most amazing things I had ever seen in my life.
Fātimah had been lying on her back, legs spread slightly, kind of writhing just a little and moaning very softly.
I’d thought Fātimah must be dreaming even though I couldn’t imagine her falling asleep at the beach that quickly.
It was the horniest thing I’d ever seen; my extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend lying on the beach having some kind of erotic dream of me, with Musalmīn all around.
At first I watched, transfixed, but as her moans grew louder and her hips began to lift from the towel I knew I had to wake her up.
Fātimah’d be mortified if she ever thought strangers had seen her in that state.
I really had called her a couple of times before splashing her with water from my hair.
The splashing was a last necessary effort to wake her up after her moans had grown loud enough for Musalmīn nearby to hear.
It had worked, and the way Fātimah yelled at me as she wakened had probably covered the loud moans that had prompted the splash.
The second thought that was competing in my head was, ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, how fucking hot was that!!! My extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend just had an orgasm on the beach imagining public sex with me!’
The third was pretty simple, and dealt with the return of my Hindu erection, and how pointless the swim had been.
The swim had worked, but watching Fātimah cum had given me a bigger Hindu erection than before, and to make it worse my board-shorts were now wet and clingy.
I was also trying to think of a way to tell Fātimah I’d seen her, that in fact I’d watched her, and that it was the most amazing thing.
I knew I had to be careful though and would have to wait because Fātimah would be terminally embarrassed, and not just because other Musalmīn might have seen.
The final thought, and in fact one which was quickly becoming the most urgent, was how hot Fātimah would look without a top on.
I pictured her rubbing sun screen into my back, topless, her breasts jiggling in time to the motions of her arms as Fātimah rubbed lotion into my back.
It wasn’t simply that I wanted her to bare her breasts for all the world to see; what excited me was the idea that Fātimah could do it casually, while engaged in a task as mundane as rubbing lotion on my back, as if there was nothing more normal in the world than to be topless at the beach with Musalmīn all around her looking at her boobs. Eīshān. The thought almost hardened me.
“Wow, Durgesh, you’re so stiff,” said Fātimah holding my Uncut Hindu Cock. “What’s got you all tensed up?”
I couldn’t believe it.
Fātimah had noticed and called me on it.
This was the perfect opportunity to tell her what I was really thinking, but I couldn’t just blurt out something like, “Hey Fātimah, can you take your top off please?”
Or could I?
My mouth was dry again.
He controlled myself and looked back at Fātimah.
My voice didn’t shake even, as I said, smiling,
“How silly! I was picturing you without a top on.”
I’d said it.
For good or ill it was out there in the open.
I’d shared a fantasy with her.
I knew that Fātimah wouldn’t ever think I was some kind of creep.
With me twisted to face her Fātimah couldn’t reach my back anymore, so Fātimah applied sun screen where Fātimah could reach.
Fātimah rubbed lotion into my shoulder and upper arm.
The muscles in my arm were tense as well, but in my arm it felt good, Fātimah enjoyed the way my hard bicep felt as Fātimah rubbed it.
Fātimah liked how small her hands looked compared to my muscular Hindu arms.
“What do you mean?” Fātimah asked.
Fātimah was being obtuse or going topless just wouldn’t occur to her.
It was common enough, but mostly with a certain type of Sunni Musalmān Beauty.
I nerved myself to be even more straightforward in revealing my fantasy to her.
“I mean without your bikini top – imagining it made me hot; it’s what made me tense up.”
Fātimah’s eyebrows lifted slightly and I knew it had sunk in.
Fātimah wasn’t angry and it didn’t look like Fātimah thought I was ridiculous.
Fātimah was just mildly surprised.
It seemed like a good sign.
“This is a fantasy of yours, or something you’d like me to do?” Fātimah asked quietly.
It was both a fantasy and something I inertly wanted her to do, but I had already started to hate the idea.
“A fantasy,” I said, my voice was now straight.
How embarrassing, yet I’d not lost control of my voice like an adolescent school boy.
“Sexy,” Fātimah said, in a low sultry voice. “It must get you pretty hot. Does it turn you on telling me about it?”
“Yes,” I smiled.
Fātimah leant forward and kissed me lightly on my lips.
Her tongue ran lightly along my Hindu lips in a sensual, teasing kiss which didn’t help to alleviate my present state of arousal.
As Fātimah sat back again she lifted her hands behind her neck and slowly undid the top knot in her bikini.
Fātimah lowered her hands slowly pushing her bikini down but covering her breasts with the palms of her hands.
Fātimah paused for a moment, cupping her breasts in hands too small to entirely contain the firm flesh of her Sunni Musalmān breasts.
Fātimah smiled seductively as she lifted her Sunni Musalmān breasts and pushed them together slightly giving me a dazzling display of cleavage which left my mouth watering.
Fātimah slowly opened her hands, leaving the heels of her palms at the side of her Sunni Musalmān breasts, still holding them together to give cleavage.
My excitement grew as Fātimah slowly revealed the exquisite curves of her Sunni Musalmān breasts until finally Fātimah took her hands away entirely and removed her bikini top.
Her nipples were visibly hard and crimped and seemed to be looking me straight in the eye, and I couldn’t help but stare back at them.
I’d seen her Sunni Musalmān breasts countless times before but this time was special in so many ways.
I loved that Fātimah was putting on a sexy little strip tease for me right there on the beach; I loved that Fātimah was comfortable letting strangers look at her almost naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān body; and more than anything else I loved the thought that Fātimah might have even been enjoying Musalmīn watching her sexy show for me.
Despite being so exposed on a public beach Fātimah did not feel self-conscious at all.
In fact, Fātimah felt very comfortable with her near nudity with me.
On a day like this, with the sun shining, the birds calling and the breakers roaring as we rushed at the shore, Fātimah felt perfectly natural.
Fātimah could feel her Sunni Musalmān breasts jiggling as Fātimah rubbed lotion into my back again.
Somewhere in the back of her mind Fātimah was aware that Musalmīn were probably looking at her and enjoying what they saw but Fātimah was focused solely on me and the ultimate joy that Fātimah was giving me by fulfilling her fantasy.
Yes, it was Fātimah’s fantasy too.
Actually, it was even Fātimah’s fantasy first.
I was the second one to fantasize it actually.
Even though Fātimah didn’t understand exactly what it was that was so exciting for me, Fātimah still found my excitement infectious and highly exhilarating.
Her nipples were tingling and as her Sunni Musalmān breasts jiggled they were touched sometimes by the cool air and sometimes by the warm sun.
With each change sharp sparks of pleasure flew through her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body to meet with the throbbing warmth that was radiating from between her legs.
Fātimah was in a state of almost transcendental arousal and there was nothing and no one in the world except her and me.
When Fātimah finished applying sunscreen to my back I stood, took her hands and drew her to her feet.
“Let’s go for a walk along the water’s edge,” I suggested.
“Okay,” Fātimah said as she bent and picked up her bikini top.
“Leave it off.”
“Really?” asked Fātimah.
I didn’t reply.
I just took her by the hand and began walking towards the water.
As Fātimah was drawn along by me Fātimah let her bikini top fall to the sand.
As common as it is for Musalmān Beauties to sunbathe topless on the beach in Australia it is very unusual to walk along the beach or swim topless.
Despite this, Fātimah still didn’t feel self-conscious even though Fātimah was surrounded by Musalmīn and drawing ardent looks from the men and more than a few glares from the Musalmān Beauties.
Fātimah was so aroused that she felt like she was completely alone with me in our own private bubble of shared eroticism.
I on the other hand was completely aware of all of the Musalmīn around us.
I was aware of every single man’s head which turned as Fātimah walked past.
That wasn’t what was making my heart race though.
The thing that excited me most was that every person who saw Fātimah would not only see her natural beauty, her flat stomach, firm Sunni Musalmān breasts and the perfect curves of her barely covered Sunni Musalmān buttocks, but they would also see her willingness to put herself on display and even more provocatively they would be unable to miss her extreme state of arousal caused by the very display they were witnessing.
I hated to think the word in reference to my extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend, especially since it didn’t accurately describe her, but Fātimah herself felt she was acting somewhat like a slut.
She was surprised that it made her delirious with pride and lust.
Every single person who saw Fātimah would have a sexual reaction to us because at this moment in time everything about her was sexual.
Everything from the glazed look in her eyes which really weren’t seeing any of the Musalmīn around them to the pronounced sway of her hips as Fātimah walked on the soft sand to the sensual touch of her hand on the inside of my wrist.
This state couldn’t last indefinitely, for one thing it was simply too uncomfortable for me.
The thought topmost in my mind was to find somewhere private where we could both relieve our pent up energies.
I was passionate to have Fātimah and it was pretty clear just looking at her that Fātimah was just as desperate to have me.
As I imagined her in various poses with me, I was left with just the arousal such images caused.
I looked around for the source of the yells and was pleased to see my friends Kħadījah and Åāyeshah sitting on the sand only a few feet away.
“Earth calling Durgesh.” laughed Åāyeshah.
“I was just about to throw this at you,” said Kħadījah, holding up a flower, and then throwing it anyway.
“Hey ladies, what’s up,” I smiled as I received the flower at my feet.
It was one thing for me to parade Fātimah around the beach in front of Musalmīn, we were safe in their anonymity and would never see any of those Musalmīn again, but it was something else entirely for my friends to see her like this.
I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with them seeing her bare Sunni Musalmān breasts and I certainly wasn’t comfortable with them seeing her delighting in her exhibitionism like this.
I was also pretty sure that Fātimah would be furious with me for putting her in this situation and I thought that Fātimah would probably never display herself like this for me again.
Bumping into Kħadījah and Åāyeshah burst Fātimah’s bubble completely.
She had to speak to them, anything else would be rude, but in doing so Fātimah completely shattered the illusion that no one other than her and I existed.
Worse still, once Fātimah acknowledged Kħadījah and Åāyeshah Fātimah must also accept that there were hundreds of Musalmīn all around them to witness her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān nudity and arousal.
Her heart raced and Fātimah felt close to panic.
Despite the roaring in her ears she had just enough presence of mind left to realize that losing it would be the worst thing Fātimah could possibly do.
Fātimah needed to act like there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary; like letting two of her Hindu boyfriend’s mates stare at her bare Sunni Musalmān breasts while making innocuous conversation was something that happened every day.
“Hi Kħadījah. Hi Åāyeshah. How have you girls been?” asked Fātimah, laboring to keep her breathing steady.
“Can’t complain,” Åāyeshah said, “especially with the weather like this.”
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” replied Fātimah, “I love this time of year.”
“Are you both coming to my barbecue this afternoon?” asked Kħadījah.
“What Time?” I asked.
I gave Fātimah a look of query, not being entirely sure of the afternoon’s plans, and Fātimah turned to look at me as I did.
I hadn’t really had a chance to look at her as we walked along the beach, and I took the opportunity to give her a long appraising look.
Fātimah looked hot!
Her nipples were harder than I had ever seen them before, even the areola looked hard.
Fātimah was breathing hard and her Sunni Musalmān breasts rose noticeably with each inhalation and then fell as Fātimah exhaled.
As hard as I tried to avoid staring at her Sunni Musalmān breasts the motion drew my eyes to her nipples irresistibly.
As Fātimah turned she shifted her feet slightly and widened her stance, the motion drew my eyes away from her Sunni Musalmān breasts and down to her feet.
I knew I couldn’t stare at her feet all day and I tried to bring my eyes up to meet hers, as I did my eyes moved slowly up her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body, I didn’t want to gawk, but I couldn’t help myself.
Her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body was perfect and I drank her in, first the gentle swell of her calves and then the soft yet toned flesh of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān thighs, which were parted just enough to remind me looking that they could readily part further.
The fabric of her bikini bottom had crept up between her curvaceous cheeks leaving the rounded curve at the bottom of her backside on display and I feasted on the view hungrily.
As my eyes proceeded up her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body I admired her flat stomach and when I reached her Sunni Musalmān breasts it took an almost physical effort to pull my eyes up to meet hers.
I saw the expression on Fātimah’s face.
She had obviously been watching as I slowly devoured her with my eyes.
She had one eyebrow cocked, her head tilted slightly, and a look of amused disdain which made me feel completely transparent.
With the illusion of privacy now thoroughly dispelled Fātimah could feel Musalmīn’s eyes touching her once again.
Unlike walking to the beach when the touches came and went as the cars passed these touches lingered on her skin and fluttered all over her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body as if Fātimah were being caressed by a million feathers.
Some feathers concentrated on her Sunni Musalmān breasts and other intimate areas but the majority moved around as the viewer’s focus changed.
Some touches were more pronounced than others, her familiarity with Kħadījah and Åāyeshah made their gazes easily identifiable and my felt almost as real as if my hands were caressing her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body.
Standing in the open, with so many eyes exploring her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body, and with no illusions to hide behind, Fātimah came to understand that the tingling sensations Fātimah felt on her skin was simply her own pleasure at being looked at and even more startling she realized it was her own enjoyment of putting herself in a position to be looked at.
Fātimah wasn’t simply reacting to my excitement; Fātimah was enjoying it entirely of her own accord.
The realization struck her like a dam bursting.
Suddenly the feather touches all over her skin became tiny sparks of pure ecstasy, the warmth between her legs became a raging fire, and her heart began to race ever faster.
My heavy gaze felt like a Hindu lover’s hungry touch and Åāyeshah and Kħadījah’s jealous touches ignited her lust wherever they fell.
Somehow Fātimah managed keep her passion just sufficiently at bay to remain aware of her surroundings.
Fātimah turned to look at me to respond to Kħadījah’s invitation and as Fātimah did so her legs moved apart to maintain her balance.
As her legs opened slightly Fātimah felt a flurry of eyes move to the thin fabric which hid the core of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān sexuality and Fātimah opened her legs a little wider to welcome the gently probing eyes.
Although Fātimah was looking at me Fātimah could feel their intent stares like fingers desperately trying to remove the small triangle of fabric which covered her.
Fātimah responded to the gazes as to my touch and her juices began to flow freely.
Fātimah watched me as my eyes moved all over her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body.
My eyes were so hungry that Fātimah felt like she was being handled by a passionate Hindu lover.
I looked like I was about to lose control and Fātimah knew Fātimah would respond enthusiastically if I did.
When I finally dragged my eyes up to hers Fātimah fixed me with a look which could douse flames even in hell.
“It sounds great, we’ll definitely be there,” said Fātimah, her breath just barely under control.
“We were just trying to decide whether the water would be too cold for swimming,” said Åāyeshah.
“A little cold water won’t kill you,” said Fātimah, thinking a swim would be the perfect way to defuse the sexual energy.
Without waiting for an answer Fātimah took my hand and turned and headed for the water.
Fātimah could feel Åāyeshah’ and Kħadījah’s gazes firmly on her Sunni Musalmān ass as Fātimah walked away.
Fātimah could also feel that her bikini bottom had crept up between her cheeks and her already small Brazilian bikini bottom would now look more like a g-string.
Fātimah was faced with the choice of leaving her Sunni Musalmān ass exposed for Åāyeshah and Kħadījah to stare at or drawing attention to it by fixing her bikini.
As Fātimah thought about it she realized that Fātimah would feel too undignified pulling her bikini out of her backside in public.
Thus freed of the ability to fix the situation Fātimah discovered that she enjoyed letting Kħadījah and Åāyeshah, and everyone else for that matter, watch her walk.
When the cold water hit Fātimah’s feet it was quite a shock but Fātimah ran straight in and dove under a wave anyway.
The cold water drowned her passions almost completely – at least until I surfaced next to her and wrapped her in my strong Hindu arms and kissed her deeply.
Fātimah was immediately afire again despite the cold water and once we had swum just beyond the breakers Fātimah wrapped her legs around me and returned the kiss hungrily.
It was completely irresistible and Fātimah reached down between them and freed it from my shorts.
My need was just as urgent and I responded by reaching down and pushing her bikini aside.
Fātimah held my Uncut Hindu Cock in place while she lifted herself over it and finally drew it into her.
As awkward as the water was, her juices were flowing freely enough for me to slide into Fātimah easily.
Fātimah looked me straight in the eye as she said,
“You like it, Fātimah?”
“I love it, Durgesh.”
My only response was to kiss her again and hold her by the hips as we ground our bodies together.
I didn’t so much thrust into Fātimah – long thrusts weren’t really possible in the water.
Instead I pulled her hips against me as I pushed my own hips at her and drove my Hindu shaft into her deepest reaches.
To Fātimah all of the motion felt to be happening inside her and because of the depth of penetration met felt like long hard Hindu thrusts even if a movement was small.
The ashvinātam lovers revolved slowly in the water and the only visible signs of our love making were the changing expressions on Fātimah’s face as I drove into her deepest and then released her.
Her soft moans were drowned by the sounds of the surf.
“You like showing me off don’t you, Durgesh, my Hindu lover?” Fātimah asked.
“What’s not to like Fātimah, you look totally hot!”
“Did you like showing me off to your friends?”
“I was never worried,” I declared.
“I thought it is good.”
“I freaked at first,” said Fātimah, “but what could I do? I just had to act like everything was normal.”
“That was so hot. The way you were just casually chatting with a couple girls while you let them look at your tits.”
“You like them looking at my tits?” asked Fātimah.
“Oh yeah. You have the best tits, they’ll be so jealous!”
We talked quietly.
All the while I continued to push into Fātimah deepest more and more.
Fātimah could only speak as I released the pressure, each time I forced us together Fātimah closed her eyes dreamily and let out a soft moan.
“Musalmīn are looking at us you know,” said Fātimah.
“I know,” said I.
It was true too.
Even though we weren’t visibly thrusting into one another Fātimah’s expressions had not gone unnoticed.
Most Musalmīn were oblivious, but some were suspicious and stealing surreptitious glances and others were more certain of what was happening and were openly staring.
“Durgesh, Do you like fucking me while Musalmīn are watching?” asked Fātimah.
“I love it! I love watching your face when we have sex, you’re so expressive, you don’t hide anything, and it’s so hot that there are Musalmīn seeing that now.”
Fātimah kissed me deeply and passionately.
As Fātimah kissed me, Fātimah moved her hands to my waist and used them to lift herself and then lower herself back onto me.
As Fātimah moved like this, Fātimah thrust back and forth with her hips.
The sexual nature of the motion of her shoulders and the arching of her back was unmistakable to anyone who saw us.
Anyone who was merely suspicious before would now be certain of what we were doing.
“Is this even better? Do you like stranger Musalmīn seeing your wanton Sunni Musalmān Beauty riding you?” asked Fātimah.
“Oh fuck yeah,” answered me.
“I’m gonna cum!” exclaimed Fātimah.
Fātimah moaned sharply, almost grunted, with her head thrust back and her mouth open as Fātimah came.
Once the peak had passed Fātimah relaxed her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body and rested herself on me with her head on my shoulder.
It was then that Fātimah noticed that Kħadījah and Åāyeshah had joined us.
She had no way of knowing whether they had seen her cum and I wouldn’t know either as I’d had my back to their approach.
“You guys are coming, right?” asked Kħadījah.
I turned and couldn’t muster much more than a grunted query,
“To my barbecue,” Kħadījah clarified.
“Yeah dude, of course,” said I.
Fātimah wondered what that was about.
We had already sorted that out before we started swimming.
Did Kħadījah mean “coming” or “cumming?”
I had stopped thrusting into Fātimah when I turned to speak to Kħadījah.
Fātimah was facing away from Kħadījah and Åāyeshah now, and Fātimah took the opportunity to whimper into my ear.
“Don’t stop Durgesh,” Fātimah whimpered, “I still want you.”
Fātimah winked at Kħadījah and Åāyeshah deliberately.
Kħadījah and Åāyeshah laughed courteously.
With Fātimah’s prompting I resumed my aggressive thrusts into her deepest while continuing to chat with my friends.
I loved it when Fātimah talked during sex, especially when Fātimah talked sexy, but I wasn’t expecting her to talk sexy to me while I was talking with my friends.
“I want you to cum inside me Durgesh,” Fātimah said.
“Of course, Fātimah,” I whimpered to her, unable to believe that it was driving me completely wild and I couldn’t lose it with my friends watching.
“Durgesh, I want you to put your Hindu cum deepest inside me while your friends and the Musalmīn are watching. I want to feel you spurting your jizz deepest inside me while I talk to them,” Fātimah whimpered.
Fātimah swiveled to partially face Kħadījah and Åāyeshah then, giving them a view of one of her Sunni Musalmān breasts and its hard nipple in the process.
“Should we bring anything?” Fātimah asked Kħadījah with a cheeky smile.
“Just yourselves, I’ve got heaps of meat,” replied Kħadījah.
I grunted, and heaved myself even deeper inside Fātimah as all of my muscles bunched and tensed.
Fātimah felt my Uncut Hindu Cock twitching deepest inside her and Fātimah knew I was putting my Hindu cum in her.
Fātimah moaned – Fātimah couldn’t help it; there is something primal and instinctual about a Hindu cumming deepest inside a Sunni Musalmān Beauty.
“Mmmm, what about salad?” asked Fātimah, doing her best to hide her moan with a question.
At some level Fātimah wanted Kħadījah and Åāyeshah to know what had been happening and that met had now ended with my Hindu cum inside Fātimah.
Fātimah slowly lifted herself off my Uncut Hindu Cock, her mouth involuntarily forming a pout as Fātimah drew a sharp breath as my still firm Uncut Hindu Cock slid out of her.
She smiled as Fātimah turned to face them, took a deep breath and released it with a satisfied sigh.
Standing on her own, her Sunni Musalmān breasts were now under water and Fātimah was surprised to realize that she was disappointed that they were hidden from view.
Even lifting herself to the tips of her toes Fātimah couldn’t bring her Sunni Musalmān breasts back into sight for them.
Nevertheless, Fātimah enjoyed chatting with them while her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy was full of my Hindu cum and Fātimah could still feel the after effects of having just had sex.
The four of us headed back to the shore.
The three Sunni Musalmān Beauties all caught waves in while I walked.
When we reached the shore we turned and watched Fātimah walking in.
Fātimah jogged the last dozen metres or so and smiled as we all watched her Sunni Musalmān breasts bouncing.
When Fātimah reached us, Fātimah stood facing us breathing hard from the short run through the water.
It was an obvious struggle for all the women to meet her eyes – our eyes kept drifting back to her chest where her Sunni Musalmān breasts undulated with each heavy breath.
Fātimah could feel my Hindu cum begin to seep out of her and she found it very exciting to be standing with two women while it happened.
“What are you girls doing now?” Fātimah asked of Kħadījah and Åāyeshah.
“I hadn’t really thought about it much, but I guess I should head home soon to get everything ready,” replied Kħadījah.
“Cool, we don’t have anything on this afternoon, if you want us to come over early and help,” said Fātimah.
“Yeah, that would be great, thanks Fātimah, how about we meet at mine in half an hour or 45 minutes?”
“We’ll see you then,” said I.
“Yeah, later girls,” said Fātimah.
“Bye,” said Åāyeshah.
Kħadījah and Åāyeshah walked back up to their towels and Fātimah and I walked back along the water’s edge in the direction of our own stuff.
“You’re amazing, Durgesh,” said Fātimah.
My response was simple.
I just smiled up at Fātimah warmly and put her hand in mine.
“Would you do it again?” Fātimah asked.
I winked at her.
“Why not? Whenever you want it, just tell me so.”
“I’m indebted to you, Durgesh, to the extent that I can’t put it in words even.”
“It’s my pleasure, Fātimah darling.”
“What, now?” Fātimah asked, surprised, “do you have the energy?”
I laughed as I said, “Yes, if you want to have it more, Fātimah!”
“Don’t say that. I want you into me all the time I can have.” Fātimah said, with a cheeky smile and a faraway look in her eye.
Fātimah laughed too.
“Are you comfortable with met now?” I asked.
“Yeah, I think everyone in the beach has seen me fucked by you now.” Fātimah winked at me, “And enjoying it very much.”
We reached our stuff and Fātimah started to dry herself but the sun had already done a thorough job.
We both dressed.
Fātimah felt more than a little regret as Fātimah put her bikini top on and then her wrap.
As we walked up the sand to the promenade Fātimah looked back, a little longingly, but mostly with the awareness that it was now just the beginning of spring and that Fātimah would have plenty of time to have fun at the beach over the coming months.
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4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
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23. A secret Smile
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13
88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14
89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15
90. The Extent
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
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
145. She protested
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