A New Young Wife at Sixty

Posted: May 24, 2010 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat |1 Comment

A New Young Wife at Sixty

I do not feel ashamed, in the least, to say that this did, in fact, happen.

It took place this past June.

Allow me to describe myself.

I’m now 20, I weigh 125 lbs, I have no tan anymore, and I keep my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy trimmed to a neat yet natural look.

My hair is still long and brown, but a little straighter than it was a few years ago.

My Grandfather is now 60, but still in marvelous good health.

Age is definitely NOT taking it’s toll on him.

He’s 5’7″, about 160 lbs, and NO balding at all.

Ever since I was a little Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl, he always could make me laugh.

But for some reason despite the fact that I’m now 20, I had never visited him on my own.

The reason was well justified.

He was not my real Grand Dad.

But, for all practical purposes, he was my Grand Dad.

All my Grandmothers, all my Grand Ammīs, were unanimously sleeping with him, openly, shamelessly, rather with immense Musalmān pride.

However, in early June I was talking to my Ammī and she thought it would be a good idea if I stopped in and spent a few days with him.

I wasn’t sure about it, not that I had anything more against him, but I was just really busy at the time.

However, we all know how Ammījāns can be, and shortly thereafter, I agreed to visit him.

A week later I was driving the 4 hours that it takes to get to his old, 2 bedroom, and 2 bath house in the country.

When I pulled up in his driveway, I was wearing a jean skirt that came down to around my thighs, a pair of blue cotton panties, a spaghetti strap shirt and a white bra underneath with a pair of flip flops.

The heat was pretty bad and as I got out of the car, my Hindu grandfather, Durgesh, walked out of the front door, wearing a pair of jeans, a button up faded plaid shirt, and a pair loafers.

He smiled and managed his way down the front door steps,

“Hey there, you!”

I smiled, “Hi grandpa!” walked over and gave him a hug, and a kiss on his cheek.

“How’ve you been?”

He laughed,

“Oh, I’m still alive, that’s something at my age, huh?”

I couldn’t help but grin,

“you’re quite a trooper.”

He turned and led me into the house, I was carrying a small suitcase with my laptop and some clothes.

“I fixed up the other room so it should be good enough for my lil’ Saåūdī Årab Musalmān princess to sleep in.”

“Awww, granddaddy, I don’t think I’ve been called that in…. Allah, years. I always knew you were a charmer.”

He smiled,

“Oh you should’ve seen me in my days! But, that was then. The question now is what do you want for dinner?”

“Hmmm, what do you have?”

He thought for a Moment,

“Well hotdogs and hotdogs.”

I laughed,

“Then hotdogs it is.”

He turned and went into the kitchen and I went into the guest room to put down my suitcase.

I noticed that the place was a bit run down, but after all he was the only one who lived there.

That too was not ever.

I heard him putting the hotdogs on the grill in the kitchen and was on my way there when I passed his room.

I wasn’t going to stop, but I saw something protruding from under his mattress, a magazine.

I couldn’t help but be curious and when I lifted the mattress there were at least 10 Playboys and hustlers stuffed under there in apparently a hurry.

I couldn’t resist myself and walked into the kitchen with a few of them.

“Granddaddy, why do you have these?”

He turned around and I couldn’t see any discomfort on his face.

“Oh those? well, I’ve had them for years you know, from back in my days.”

He tried to pass it off with a quick laugh.

Call me cruel, but I was after all curious why an old Hindu man would have porn, I honestly couldn’t think he could still get an erection, let alone get off.

“Well, these two are from last month.” I held up a Playboy and a Hustler.

It was obvious he was getting a bit flustered and even more embarrassed,

“Well, Al Saħar Al Naåīm, I’m a grown man and honestly, well, I don’t have that kind of company here anymore.”

I grinned, “You mean Musalmān ladies?”

He nodded,

“Well of course that’s what I meant.”

I was suddenly realizing why it was a good idea for me to never go to my grandfather’s house alone.

While I was just being my curious self, he was taking offense.

“But granddaddy, it’s not like you. You can still do well, you know.”

That really seemed to wind him up.

“Of course I can, I might be old but I’m not impotent!”

The grill’s timer then beeped, signaling that the hotdogs were ready.

Why I did what I did next I have no idea, maybe it’s an affect of having relations, but I stood up, walked over to the grill, put a hotdog in a bun, turned around and handed him the hotdog and the Hustler.

With a grin on my face I said,

“Ok, then prove it.”

At first, he didn’t understand, then I could see by the way he was sweating that he was very uncomfortable with the situation.

“Al Saħar Al Naåīm, I— you can’t want me to do that.”

I smiled,

“Well, I don’t think you can, but if you do it, I’ll.”

And that’s when it hit me what I had just asked him to do.

But I wasn’t about to back down,

“I’ll eat the hotdog with all of it on it.”

Then in a dismal failure to keep the mood lighthearted I said,

“And if you can’t, then you have to watch Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl movies until midnight with me.”

But there was no humor on his face.

I thought for sure he’d refuse at that point, but he really wanted to prove that he still could do it.

He turned around and walked down the hall to the bathroom.

As I sat and waited at the kitchen table I could hardly believe that I was actually putting him through this, just to prove himself.

But the longer I waited and minute after minute went by, the thought became intriguing, then thrilling, and by the time the door to the bathroom opened, I could hardly wait to see if he’d done it.

He walked down the hall with possibly the biggest smile he’d ever had on his face.

He stopped in front of the table and showed me a hotdog that had been completely coated in some of the thickest cum I’ve ever seen.

Now it was his turn to laugh.

“Didn’t think your old Hindu grandpa had it in him, huh?”

My mouth was nearly hanging open as I stared at this hotdog soaked in his Hindu semen.

But I wasn’t about to back down.

I reached up and took it out of his hand.

His smile sort of faded as I took it, “Little Princess, you know you don’t have to do that.”

I gave him a half smile,

“Aw, don’t spoil the Moment for yourself. You’re going to get to watch someone eat your Hindu cum.”

He just looked at me as I held the cum soaked food in my hand.

“What happened to my little princess?”

At that point I knew I could end this, or take it so much farther.

“She got fucked,” I said.

And with those words I lifted it to my mouth and took a huge bite.

Immediately the taste of his thick Hindu semen overpowered the taste of the hotdog.

The bun had gotten soggy from all of the Hindu cum, but I took bite after bite, savoring the taste.

The whole time, his eyes were glued, as he watched his own Musalmān ‘grand-daughter’ eat his Hindu cum.

I finished it to the last bite, and he was still staring in disbelief.

The Moment seemed to linger, and nothing was said.

so I stood up, fixed him a plate and tried to act like nothing terribly unusual had just occurred.

But through the rest of dinner, I could tell it had done something to him to watch that.

I thought that maybe I’d completely freaked him out, or maybe he was feeling guilty for doing it, but that night, I gave him a hug goodnight and went to my room.

I sat there, remembering the taste of his Hindu cum in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

I took a quick shower, wondering what he was doing in his room at that Moment, then got out, dried off, put on a pair of my old cheerleading shorts with no panties, a tight white t-shirt, no bra and climbed into bed.

I reached over and turned off the lamp.

For at least fifteen minutes, I lay there, unable to go to bed, then I heard footsteps in the hall.

They came to a stop outside my door and I knew he was just on the other side.

The doorknob turned slowly and he pushed it open slowly.

I reached over and turned on the light, and there, standing in my doorway was my Hindu grandfather,Durgesh, completely nude.

His old athletic hnnbody not even slightly hunched over.

I looked down at his Hindu crotch, and there, rocketing, was his hard unwrinkled, old Uncut Hindu Cock, extending at least 8 inches and not even slightly moving to either side his Hindu balls.

I know all of this may sound disgusting, and believe me, it was, but at that Moment I had never wanted anyone to fuck me more.

This was the man who had known me since I was a little Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl, who had given me birthday presents and Eid presents every year.

Who had helped pay my tuition in college.

And by the look on his face and in his eyes I knew it didn’t matter if I wanted to or not, he was going to have sex with me.

I pushed of the covers and slowly stood up, as he began to walk over to me, I lifted the shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor.

He stopped, looking at his ‘grand-daughter’s Musalmān breasts that he hadn’t seen in years.

Then I slid the cheer shorts down to the floor and stepped out of them.

We stood there, looking at each other’s completely nude bodies.

My young, firm, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body, and his old but still unwrinkled athletic Hindu one.

I gave him a smile and motioned for him to sit down on the bed.

“You know you look just like your Ammījān when you smile.” He winked at me.

Yes, I knew.

He didn’t fuck only my Grand Ammīs, he fucks my Ammījān as well.

In fact, my Ammījān was crazy to be fucked by Durgesh, my Grand Dad, though she was his daughter in law.

He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

I moved in front of him and dropped down to my knees between his legs.

I grinned,

“Well I doubt Ammījān ever did this for you.”

He smiled. “No, she loves to do it always, darling!”

I reached up and took his hard Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand, then without taking my eyes from his, leaned forward and ran my beautiful sexy juicy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān tongue along it’s Hindu shaft.

Instantly I felt blood begin to pulse into it.

I did it again and again.

Then, lifting it up, I leaned down and began to lick and suck his Hindu balls.

His moans spurred me on.

The more he moaned the more passionately I used my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth on his Uncut Hindu Cock and balls.

Within Moments, his shaft was rock hard and standing at an easy 8 inches.

I was stroking it with one hand and sucking on it with my mouth.

I looked up into his eyes once more and could see a savage Hindu hunger in them.

I stood up slowly and he motioned for me to sit on the bed.

I did as he asked, but he said,

“No, on your stomach.”

Once more I did as I was told, rolling over on my stomach so that my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass was in the air.

I felt him standing behind me and spread my legs.

Then I knew why.

He buried his Uncut Hindu Penis in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

Then into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, then again in my ass, and back and forth. “OHHH FUCK GRAND DADDY!” I moaned as I felt my Musalmān Pussy becoming drenched with his Hindu juices and I knew what was about to happen.

“Look out! I’m going to cum on your miraculous Uncut Hindu Penis, Grand-daddy!”

Whether he didn’t know or didn’t care, I have no idea.

But when I came and my Musalmān Pussy gushed out it’s juices on his Uncut Hindu Penis, he didn’t stop, but instead pushed his Uncut Hindu Penis into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, deepest, and let them spray in.

I looked back and saw his Uncut Hindu Penis entirely glistening of my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān cum.

Now he knew I was again ready for his Hindu monster.

He got back up on his feet, and keeping me bent over the bed, pressed the head of his Uncut Hindu Cock against my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

With a grunt and a push, I felt the large head slip inside me.

“OHHHHH FUCK GRAND DADDY!!!!!!”

He began pounding it again in and out, in and out.

Again, and again, and again!

“OHHHH Al Saħar Al Naåīm! Damn sweet heart, you’re so tight!”

I moaned so loud and felt another orgasm approaching.

Quickly it built up inside me until my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy clenched around his huge Hindu shaft and another wave of juices sprayed out.

“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Al Saħar Al Naåīm! Your fucking cum a lot!”

He reached around and started fondling my Musalmān breasts.

Pinching and twisting my nipples until I squealed in pain.

I was amazed at how long he was lasting.

It was already ten hours continuously.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

Måshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

What an Uncut Hindu Penis of sixty years!

He was 40 yrs older than me.

Yet, he was fucking me like a bear gone mad.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

Måshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

What an Uncut Hindu Penis of sixty years!

Especially considering how long it had been since he’d been with a real Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman.

I felt him pull out and thought that maybe he was about to cum, but instantly knew I was mistaken.

I felt the large head, lubed in my own juices suddenly pressed against my tight Saåūdī Årab Musalmān asshole.

Had it been anyone else, I would have cried for them not to, but for some reason, I was ready to lose my anal virginity too, to my Hindu grandfather, Durgesh.

He was the everfirst fucking me in my ass.

I guess he could feel my apprehension because he started very slow.

He began putting more and more pressure and I could feel the head start to stretch my ass.

I had to bury my face in a pillow as I felt the pain tear through my body.

Then he was inside me.

Just the head, but he was giving me time to adjust.

Then he slowly began to push farther in.

Slowly, slowly until he had at least 4 inches in.

Then he started to slide in, and out.

After a minute or so, he started to pick up speed.

I gasped as he started thrusting in, more and more, harder and faster, until he was pounding it in and out.

All I could do was lay there and let him enjoy his first fuck there, in a long time.

His moans became faster and louder.

And even for him I knew it was that time.

He suddenly pulled out, ” Al Saħar Al Naåīm, get on your knees sweetheart!”

I was relieved to have his Uncut Hindu Cock out of my ass and quickly did as I was told, but instantly realized what he wanted done, as he stood there, with his rigid shaft pointed at my face.

With a good bit of apprehension I leaned forward, put a hand around his Uncut Hindu Cock and then took it in my mouth.

“MMM, that’s right, princess, suck it good!”

Despite the taste, it was still nice to have it back in my mouth.

I slid my mouth down on the Hindu shaft until I felt it press against the back of my throat.

Then I began sliding my mouth back and forth on it, using my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān juicy tongue to lick the bottom of the shaft.

I looked up into his eyes, and he looked back.

We both smiled at each other.

It was again more than one hour that I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock begin to throb and heard him moan and say,

“Ahhhh, yesssss, here I cum Al Saħar Al Naåīm! Get ready, sweet heart!”

I braced myself for the flood I knew would be coming, and then his Uncut Hindu Cock pulsed and a thick heavy jet blast of Hindu cum shot into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth, followed by another, and another, and another!

I had to swallow before it filled my mouth completely.

I eagerly swallowed the thick heavy Hindu cum of my Hindu ‘grandfather’, Durgesh, until with one last spurt it was over.

I swallowed the last bit and took my mouth off of his Uncut Hindu Cock.

He leaned back and sat down on the bed.

I climbed up next to him and did the same.

I smiled over at him,

“You know Grandpa, that might’ve been the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

He smiled and leaned over, putting an arm around me,

“You were the best I’ve ever had, Al Saħar Al Naåīm.”

I smiled back at him, then got up and brushed my teeth.

By the time I got back into bed he was already asleep so I lay next to him and slept.

The next day we fucked again, but this time I recorded it to give him something more interesting.