Midterm 2012: 14

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

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Chapter 14

Durgesh Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan

Durgesh Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan

Durgesh Raziyah Najmul Ħasan

This new feeling was awesome to me. The feel of my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything cumming brought on renewed strength and a will to keep going.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s orgasm had subsided somewhat and she had got back to her original grind determined to make me cum too.

She leaned into me and pressing her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts against my chest started kissing me.

Not a violent kiss, a more sensual one but all the time she kept my Uncut Hindu Lund moving in and out of herself with steady thrusts of her thighs and legs.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  wrapped her arms around My neck as she kissed me and pulled me back with her so we laid on the bed, she propped her right leg up and pushed her left out, I was now fully on her.

I was in control of the pace now.

“OOhhhhhh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  AIaaahhhh, this is, hhmmmm, your time. yoouuuuuuuu aawwwwwww do what YOU want.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan managed to get out through her moans as I began thrusting my hips hard back and forth into her.

“Ooohhhhh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, thank you aaaahhh.” I moaned out as I put all my strength into a steady rhythm, pounding my hard, wet Uncut Hindu Lund into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

She smiled as I spoke, happy that I was enjoying this so much.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan brought her right leg off the bed and wrapped it behind her ‘Durgesh darling’s ass pulling me in deeper to her center.

I was moaning.

I was going to cum.

I lifted myself up like a cobra ready to strike, pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund deeply into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s hot, wet, inviting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  knew what was coming and quickly reached around with her left hand and grabbed My ass, squeezing it and pulling me into her as deepest as I could go, just as my balls tightened and my hot, thick Hindu cum shot out into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot .

I moaned as the last little trickle seeped out into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

She had been smiling the whole time she felt my Hindu cum hitting her Musalmān insides.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, that was good.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she let go of her ‘Durgesh darling’ who was still pressed against her tight body.

“Yea it was.” I agreed.

“So you don’t have any regrets about it? I mean, your first time was with me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands lightly touch her right nipple, rolling it around between my fingers.

“Are you kidding? It was the best.” I said as I kissed Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s shoulder and nuzzled her ear making her giggle and squirm.

“Well, anytime you want to, you come and see me. I think we will be able sort something out.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she sat up and got off the bed leaving me alone to get my strength back.

She smiled as she left,

“Don’t forget the others will be back soon. You better clean up your sheets you messy boy.”

Sālī still believed I was a young man.

I sighed.

My performance, in sex with her, had doubtlessly made her more confident of my youth.

I nodded and watched her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass sway as she walked away naked.

After she had gone, I lay back and thought of what a life I had.

I woke up naked in my bed and suddenly everything came flooding back to me; yesterday afternoon, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, me, we together.

A smile swept across my face as I thought of the wonderful events and my Uncut Hindu Lund hardened quickly.

Looking at the clock next to my bed I saw it was gone 12:00 PM, everyone would be out, everyone except Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

“Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, it’s me,” I said softly as I walked into the kitchen.

Seeing Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood at the sink I immediately went over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist squeezing her tightly.

“Get off me Durgesh!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said pushing me away from her back.

Her voice was angry and slightly nervous.

“What’s wrong? I thought with yesterday…” I started to ask, but I was soon cut off by a kiss from Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter .

“There, that’ll have to do you for now.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said beckoning with her head towards the living room.

I looked and saw Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan sat on the sofa watching TV.

I looked back at Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan questioningly to see what was going on.

“Why’s Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan still here? I thought she was supposed to be at work by now.”

“She’s got the morning off. She’s here until 3 PM I’m afraid, so that means you’ll just have to wait.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan slid her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hand to her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu crotch, rubbing my Uncut Hindu Lund  through my jeans.

I nodded, just relieved that my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything was not mad at what we had done the day before and that, by the way she spoke, was likely to happen again.

I walked into the living room and sat next to Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan who slid over on the sofa to give me some room.

“No work?” I inquired, already knowing the answer.

“I’m not due in the shop until 3 this afternoon so I thought I’d just watch some TV and lay about for a while.” she said in her usual, very feminine, voice.

I was disappointed to hear I probably wouldn’t get any time alone with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan until tomorrow since Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan usually finished at about 3:20-4:20 PM and could walk in at any time and catch us at it.

“Oh.” I paused for a little while thinking. “I’m surprised you’re not down at the gym then.” I said, hoping my words would prompt a gym trip from her.

“No, I don’t really like going to the gym when I work in the afternoon. I always run low on energy when I get back.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said, crushing her ‘Durgesh darling’s hopes of having a second round with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan walked in just as Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was finishing.

“Well, that’s all done now.” She said as she went and sat on the chair across the room from her ‘Durgesh darling’ and her sister.

I looked over to her and got a warm, loving smile in return.

I shot one back to her.

She looked at Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, who was watching the TV, not us, and pursed her lips blowing a kiss to her ‘Durgesh darling’ whose smile broadened before I kissed back, careful not to make a noise with my Hindu lips.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan could feel her knickers starting to get wet from all the flirting she was engaged in with her ‘Durgesh darling’, especially with one of her sisters sitting next to me oblivious.

The flirting carried on for another few hours.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, getting more and more bold in her behavior, started clearly rubbing different parts of her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body while I watched her.

I hoped she was watching Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan to make sure she didn’t see us.

It was 2:20 PM when Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan got up and told us she was off to work.

Overjoyed at the prospect of a little action at last I practically pushed her out the door, before walking back in to sit with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

“So Durgesh darling what did you think we’re doing this morning when you came down, hmm?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her ‘Durgesh darling’ as I came over and sat with her on the sofa.

She had moved there when Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan had left.

“I don’t know. You just get me so horny when I see you.” I replied, moving closer to her as I spoke.

“Really? What a coincidence. You do the same to me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands move over her massive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, my Hindu lips on her beautiful Musalmān neck.

“Ohhhh…” I moaned as I felt my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything place her hand on my Hindu crotch.

She gave a little squeeze to my aching Uncut Hindu Lund.

I kissed her neck harder and began massaging her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts through the thin, blue, cotton T-shirt she wore; without a bra.

“Hmmm… Durgesh darling, that’s so nice.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan gasped as she felt me grab her hard nipples through the thin material of her top, sending shock waves through her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moved her hands up and slid them over the back of her ‘Durgesh darling’s head moving it to the front of her neck.

I kept kissing all the way, as I moved with her until she brought my mouth to hers and we began kissing passionately.

“Why don’t we go up to my bedroom?” She said as she broke the utmost passionate ashvinātam kiss and looked deep into her ‘Durgesh darling’s eyes.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and I ran upstairs pulling off our tops as we went, dropping them on the staircase.

We burst through the door kissing; our bodies pressed together, our tongues pressed into each other’s mouths.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan again broke the kiss.

Holding on to her ‘Durgesh darling’s shoulders she pulled me inside and closed the door behind us.

I went over to the beds at the far end looking at each one.

“That’s mine.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said, pointing to the one on the right.

It was a single bed with a white sheet on it and a few fluffy pillows.

I looked at the other two.

“That’s Raziyah Najmul Ħasan’s.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said pointing to the one next to hers about three feet away.

It was another single bed, but with a red sheet on it.

“And that one’s Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan directed me to the double bed in the corner. “She has to have a double cuz she tosses a lot at night.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan explained.

She kissed her ‘Durgesh darling’s neck from behind making a conscious effort to shake her upper body so her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts and especially her nipples rubbed gently on my back.

I looked at the bed of her second oldest sister; thinking about which would be the best to have sex with Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter in.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

What a splendid grand sex life I had to enjoy in Pakistan!

Let the foolish and corrupt politicians of both the countries act that they hate each other.

Actually, they were helping each other to keep their corrupt selfish rule on their own citizens.

Why else Anna Hazare and his team had to fight with Congress and UPA?

Why else Anna Hazare and his team got so tremendous support worldwide globally that, even the foreign masters of Congress and UPA were afraid of the movement to their bones.

They had to withdraw their support from Congress and UPA for their own survival.

They had to.

They were compelled to.

And they didn’t have another alternative for their own wicked survival.

Congress and UPA had forgotten that that’s what the wicked do always.

They had made their political survival dependent on their foreign wicked masters.

They never anticipated their foreign wicked masters could ever ditch them for their own survival.

The worst wicked corrupt mental slaves never thought for their own independent political survival in case of being ditched.

They had to resign, consequently.

They hadn’t another alternative.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan made her mind up for me, pushing me over to Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s bed eager to get on with fucking each other’s brains out before Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan got home from work.

Once at the bed I turned around in my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s arms as she pressed her massive Musalmān breasts into my Hindu male body.

I grabbed her around the waist and lowered my head to her left nipple kissing and squeezing it and picking my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything up off the ground.

She threw her head back as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu lips kiss her bare Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

She brought her hand to the back of my head, again, as I kissed them.

She leaned her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body back, pressing her chest further out to my face that was becoming engulfed by her cleavage, as I moved across to the other nipple.

I lowered my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything to the floor and quickly attacked her other nipple.

Once more kissing hard as she brought her head to the side of mine to whimper in my ear.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ohh… God Durgesh, yessss… kiss my breasts baby. Yes, that’s sooo gooodddd. Aaahhhh…”

She moaned out softly, before poking her tongue in my ear, tickling the sensitive inside with the wet, warm tip of her tongue.

I let go of her waist and began undoing her jeans, which I quickly let drop to the floor; upon which she stepped out of them and kicked them away.

Now Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood only in her little frilly pink cotton knickers.

She began kissing her ‘Durgesh darling’ again, her tongue licking the outside of my lips before being pushed inside my mouth to mingle with my own.

I felt her press her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts against my chest hard as she leaned forward to get her face closer to mine.

Her hands were up my back, sliding around my shoulder region, and then to my immense pleasure and Hindu pride, her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hands were undoing my jeans.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

With them open, and only my pants and her knickers between them, she sat me down on the edge of the bed.

Smiling, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  kneeled down between my open Hindu male thighs.

She brought her hands to my sides and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth to my Indian Hindu male stomach.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  began kissing it, pressing her tongue around my belly button and giving me little kisses just above my pants.

This was driving me mad with immense ashvinātam pleasure.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood up again and I sat up on the bed.

As my sexy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything stood before me, I brought my Hindu male hands up, grabbed the waistband of her knickers and pulled the frilly cotton down her legs letting them go so they would drop to the floor.

Well, no use the wicked and foolish Musalmīn ran away from United India in 1947.

The brilliant and better Musalmīn refused to leave India.

They were flourishing in India more and more leaving behind the foolish Pakistani Musalmīn forever.

They ran away from India to keep their extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies from Hindus.

Their extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān  houseladies were still enjoying Uncut Hindu Lund, even Indian, in their Pakistani Musalmān secret holes.

I was now facing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

The little tuft of hair I had seen yesterday was, again, directly in front of me.

I brought my right hand up between her legs and grabbed her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass pressing my fingers into the supple flesh.

“Ohhh ooohhh…” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt my other hand move through her open legs and onto her other cheek, massaging it.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  put her hands on her ‘Durgesh darling’s shoulders for support as she went onto her tiptoes to bring her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot in line with her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu mouth.

I closed my eyes and let my instinct guide me.

I moved forward and placed my Hindu lips on my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s pubic mound.

My arms pushing her thighs wider open to open up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot for my exploring Hindu lips.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan gladly opened her legs wider as her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund  replaced my lips and came closer to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot lips.

The sweet smell of her arousal filled my nose as my Uncut Hindu Lund  first made contact with her dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān sex.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  brought her hands to the back of My head as she bent her upper body forward, letting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot stay in the same position as her ‘Durgesh darling’  kissed and probed at her inner tunnel, but now letting her rest her heavy breasts on my Hindu male lips.

“AAAhhhhhh oohhhhhhh hhhhmmmmm…” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt my Hindu male hands touching around her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass while my Uncut Hindu Lund  touched the inner part of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  threw her head back as I touched a sensitive spot and shouted out loudly for more.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan almost fell back with enormous ashvinātam pleasure.

So much so, she pulled me off the bed and onto my knees.

Not letting go of her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, I was still in the same position, with my Uncut Hindu Lund  buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot and my arms still around her body.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned louder and more frequently.

I began to knead her soft ass cheeks in my hands, causing her to arch her back that pushed her groin further onto my Uncut Hindu Lund  making my Uncut Hindu Lund  go deeper into her.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ohhhhhhh Goooooooooddddddd aaahhhhhhh ooohhhhhh oh oh oh aahhh.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  shouted out as she felt an orgasm approach.

Holding the sides of her ‘Durgesh darling’s head tightly in each hand she directed me to the places she wanted to feel my Uncut Hindu Lund  go inside.

I hit just the right place making a flood of fluid flow from Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan whose body shook in orgasm.

Her hands holding her ‘Durgesh darling’s head tight, her cum dripping all over my Uncut Hindu Lund  and down my thighs.

She came down soon after and pulled her ‘Durgesh darling’ to my feet.

Pushing me so I sat on the bed she quickly straddled my lap, having to stand on her tiptoes again to get balance, because her legs weren’t quite long enough to place her feet flat on the floor.

I watched as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  lowered herself onto my Uncut Hindu Lund, which easily slid into her again.

“Ahhhh ahhhh oohhh…” She moaned as she, with my help, began to grind her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I held her waist in both hands.

With my strong forearms I helped her lift her up my Uncut Hindu Lund and down again, taking me out to the head then back to the hilt, deepest in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

The moaning and groaning continued as the two of us moved as one.

I was taking my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s ample nipples between my thumb and forefinger and squeezing her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund being put in a vice like grip by my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

I fucked her nonstop for hours.

For how many hours?

Neither of us knew nor cared for.

The impotent thing was that we fucked each other violently.

That was what we both wanted to do.

Ultimately, we were both ready to cum.

Both were shouting out loudly as Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan opened the front door and stepped inside the house.***

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  was just cumming again and I began to shoot my load deepest into her when Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan went to the stairs.

We two, upstairs, were too exhausted to hear anything as Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan walked up.

Seeing our tops on the steps as she went, she stopped and looked at the clothing carefully before carrying on slowly.

She reached the top step and listened, hearing noises from Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s room Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan  very slowly crept along the hall to the door and grabbed the handle pushing it open.

“Hi Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s voice chimed out as she sat on the edge of her bed looking over to the door.

“Hi.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said looking around to see me stood at the window looking out at the street below.

“You’re home early.” I said as I came away from the window.

“Yeah, I was released early from work because it was a slow day.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said as she went in to the room and looked around more.

“What’s wrong?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister as she watched her walk around.

“Nothing.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said shaking her head.

She was sure she had heard a noise but for the life of her, she couldn’t see where it had come from.

“Well, I’ve got some things to do.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she walked past her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister, out the door and down the stairs.

“Yeah, me too.” I smiled and followed Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eldest daughter.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan knew something was up but couldn’t figure out what it was.

She took another look around and then the ashvinātam smell hit her nose.

‘I know that ashvinātam smell’ Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan thought to herself as she took another big sniff.

It was a very obvious smell and one that could only be made by two people having ashvinātam SEX.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sat on the bed and thought.

Downstairs Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and I were in the kitchen talking.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, that was close.” I said as I wiped my forehead on the back of my hand.

“Don’t worry Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan didn’t catch us, now did she?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled cunningly, more confidently now, trying to reassure her alert yet utmost experienced Hindu lover.

“But she almost did. If we had been a bit slower, getting our clothes back on, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan  would have just walked in and caught us having sex! Imagine what that would have done to her.” I winked and smiled impishly, arguing with my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything diligently.

“But she didn’t, Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! she didn’t. Look, we can stop this whole thing if you want to and then there would be no problem. Is that what you want?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked hoping the answer would be ‘no’, but prepared for a ‘yes’.

“No, it’s not.” I said shaking my head in ‘no’. “I don’t want to stop now. Never.”

“That’s the spirit, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan beamed at me, “And I don’t want to stop either. We’ll just have to be a bit more careful in future.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said, overjoyed that her ‘Durgesh darling’ didn’t want to stop having sex with her.

Great!

So, ultimately Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan has won the great Durgesh.

The Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt!

The ‘Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam’!

And her girlfriends had challenged her she couldn’t.

Nonsense!

Where there is a will, there is a way!

The ever unconfident Pakistani Musalmān  Beauties!

Always afraid of Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Beauties!

The  Årab Musalmān Beauties have exclusive control on Durgesh’s sex life!

Bosh and nonsense!

Even the Pakistani Musalmān  Beauties can have Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund in their Pakistani Musalmān Choots if they only are confident enough.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled to herself victoriously.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan came walking down the stairs soon after.

“Hi guys. What’ve you been doing all day?” she asked.

“Nothing much.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said happily while placing a pizza in the microwave.

“Oh.” she sighed and gave a little telling smile to me.

I got a very impish look on my face.

“Dinner’s ready.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said.

She took the pizza out of the microwave and placed it on the table,

“Dig in.”

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and I grabbed a slice each.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was pulling on her trainers at the door.

“Not having any?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked her tremendously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Bājī.

“No I’ve already had some. Now I’m off to the gym to work off all that fat.” She said as she finished pulling on her trainers and grabbed her bag.

“You sure you won’t stay and have some?” I asked without any slightest quiver in my voice at the thought of having to be alone with Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and keep the secret without Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan there to help.

“Very sure. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said nodding her head at me signaling that she meant ‘you’ll be fine’.

“Yeah Durgesh, she needs to lose some of that fat.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan teased sarcastically her tremendously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Bājī.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was soon gone leaving Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and me alone at the table in the kitchen.

I was very naughty and Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan could tell.

“Soooo…,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan drew out the word, “good day then?”

“Hm Hm.” I agreed as I nodded.

“So what did you do today then?”

“Nothing much.”

“Why were you in Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s room when I came in?”

“She err…just hmm…wanted to show me something out on the street.”

“Out on the street…ohh…right. So what was it then?”

“What was what?”

“The thing on the street that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan wanted to show you.”

“Oh I ahh…nothing really just umm…well I think hmm…she said it was a fight but when I got there it was just finishing.”

“A fight.”

I nodded.

“Why didn’t I see anyone then when I came past?”

“I err…don’t know…umm…why…I don’t know.”

Durgesh, don’t lie, you’re terrible at it.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said bluntly looking at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I was smiling impishly on my seat cunningly and utmost confidently.

“What do you mean don’t lie? I’m not telling a lie, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, I’m really not.” I said mischievously.

“Yes you are, Durgesh darling. Now please, don’t.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said to her obviously lying utmost experienced Hindu lover.

I not even did crack, instead sauntered off playfully also, up the stairs to my attic room slamming the door shut behind me.

I sauntered over to the bed and kept smiling.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan opened my door and walked in soon after, she smiled as she saw me lying smiling.

Slowly she walked over to me, placed her hands on my thighs, and gave them a squeeze.

My head shot up and turned to look at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything who smiled down at me.

“Durgesh, it’s ok. I think I know what you’ve been doing and I want to tell you it’s fine with me.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan continued to rub my Hindu male thighs significantly.

Eīshān, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, we never wanted you to find out. We never wanted anyone to. Yet, I’m NOT sorry.” I was practically winking at her as I spoke to my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

“Hey don’t try that mischievous attitude. I said it was ok with me about you and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan.”

“What? Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and me? No,” I said shacking my head, “It’s me and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan .”

“You and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan? Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh my God! I thought it was you and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan who had been having sex and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan just knew about it.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was shocked at her ‘Durgesh darling’s revelation.

“Why did you think it was me and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan?” I asked my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

“Well Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan is always telling me how cute you are, what a Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties  you’ve become and how great you are. I just put two and two together when I came home and smelled Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s bedroom. I thought Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan had come home for dinner and you two had, you know, but you and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan …” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan still couldn’t take this in.

“I’m sorry, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan! I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I apologized now puckishly.

“Don’t Durgesh.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said as she stood up from the bed.

I quickly got up and moved close to her back to try and explain the situation to her.

“Look, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, I’m really sorry for all this but hhhmmfffff…”

I was cut off by Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s mouth on mine.

It was what I already expected from her due my enormous experiences with countless Pakistani Musalmān  Beauties.

Her tongue found mine and started dancing around in my Hindu mouth.

“God! What was that?” I asked as Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, smiling.

“You and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan didn’t do much, did you, if you don’t know what a kiss is.” She said as she wrapped her arms around her ‘Durgesh darling’s neck holding her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body close to mine.

“What are you doing?” I asked roguishly.

“What I wanted to do with you for ages. Haven’t you too?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked her ‘Durgesh darling’ before kissing my neck and rubbing her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts into my body.

“Ohhh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, I’ve wanted this for so long but I never thought it would happen.” I admitted as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything began to rub her hard nipples into my Hindu chest, her blonde hair tickling my neck as it fell on to my skin.

“I bet you never thought you’d have sex with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan either, but you obviously did, you naughty boy.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said as she licked my neck softly making her ‘Durgesh darling’ moan.

I smiled.

The Sālī was calling a sixty-two years old man ‘naughty boy’.

Interesting!

Wasn’t it?

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was 24 years old only.

I was thirty-eight years elder to her.

But so what?

Didn’t Ole Bornemann Bull (5 February 1810 – 17 August 1880) a Norwegian violinist and composer, met Sara Chapman Thorp (1850–1911), in 1868?

Wasn’t Ole Bornemann Bull was sixty then?

Wasn’t Sara Chapman Thorp (1850–1911), only twenty then?

Wasn’t she forty years younger to Ole Bornemann Bull?

Wasn’t Ole Bornemann Bull forty years older than Sara Chapman Thorp (1850–1911)?

Sara Chapman Thorp (1850–1911), was the daughter of a prosperous lumber merchant, after a concert in Madison, Wisconsin.

On a return visit in 1870, and despite their age difference; he was 60, she was 20, Bull began a courtship, and the couple was secretly married in Norway in June 1870, with a formal wedding in Madison later that year.

They had one daughter, Olea (1871–1913).

Isn’t it’s normal in West?***

I grabbed Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan by the head and brought her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth to mine.

I kissed her passionately, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

While the ashvinātam kiss continued Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan reached for the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up, briefly stopping the kiss, and over her head before reattaching her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth with her ‘Durgesh darling’ ’s.

I followed suit and removed my T-shirt in the same manner.

Next, our jeans were undone and soon we both just stood in our underwear.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was wearing a pair of pink cotton knickers and a matching bra.

I was wearing a pair of very bulging boxer shorts.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was the first to make a move, pushing her ‘Durgesh darling’ backwards onto the bed but not joining me right away.

Instead, she walked around the other end and leaned down to give her ‘Durgesh darling’ a gentle ashvinātam kiss.

Stretching forward dragging her tongue over her ‘Durgesh darling’s chest and stomach until her face hit my bulging pants.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan  began licking and kissing me there through the thin material.

Her own panty-covered Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mound was right over My face and I wasted little time in smelling her sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot through the wet cotton.

What an intoxicating fragrance Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was using to keep her Pakistani Musalmān Choot fragrant and wanted intensely.

The smell was so nice it made my Uncut Hindu Lund jump as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything licked me there.

Bringing my hand up to her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass I slid my palm under the knickers and began rubbing her sweet Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks with my Hindu fingertips.

I kissed the wet spot that had appeared through her knickers.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she kissed my Uncut Hindu Lund through the boxer shorts and rubbed her bra covered nipples into my stomach.

She soon grew tired of this position and got up, pulling me by my hand.

She got me off the bed and guided me behind her before laying down flat on her stomach on the bed, pulling herself up so her legs dangled just slightly off the bottom and she lay comfortably.

I wasted little time.

I leaned down and pressed forward moving my covered Uncut Hindu Lund to her cotton-covered Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

I was rubbing it right over where my best guess of her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass’ asshole would be.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund press through both sets of underwear and onto her sensitive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hole.

She arched her back and I began kissing her shoulders and neck as she wiggled beneath me.

“AHH yesss…” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands rub up her sides and to the clasp of her bra.

I quickly undid it, letting it fall from her chest and onto the bed below them.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan grabbed the bra and threw it away from the two lovers as I once more leaned down and gently kissed her now bare shoulders and neck.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan looked over her shoulder as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund move away from her.

When I got her to her feet Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan spun over onto her back spreading her legs wide and propping her feet on the bed as to open up her thighs for her ‘Durgesh darling’ .

With no encouragement I began kissing the inner thigh of her right leg, slowly, moving towards her cotton, panty covered center.

Her back arched as my lips made contact with the wet material right over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān clit sending my warm Hindu breath onto the sensitive area.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ahhhh OOhhhhh God yeeeeesssssss.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt her juices flow faster.

I moved away from my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything and allowed her to pull her knickers down her long legs before kicking them off to join her bra somewhere across the room.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan  was now laying fully naked, her breast heaving, her legs together as she lay on her left side slightly, just a small tuft of blonde pubic hair visible from above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

I leaned down to her face and began kissing her over her shoulder, my hands being used for support.

My right was soon on her chest giving little rubs of each Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breast and tweaks to her nipples.

She brought her hand up to my face as we kissed more passionately and I moved my hand down to her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī enticing Pakistani Sunni Musalmān crotch, but was denied access by her closed legs.

“Hmm not your hand, silly.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan giggled as she pushed her ‘Durgesh darling’ back into a sitting position on the bed and just as quickly brought her legs around me.

Sliding so that my pants could be removed Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan  pulled them down to my knees then I did the rest.

Using both legs I managed to get the boxer shorts off just as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything pressed her open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot onto my Uncut Hindu Lund, which slid in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot  gracefully, deepest.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ahhhhh God hhmmmm.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding up into her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Once I was as deep as I was going to get she slid her hips back and thrust forward again.

“AAHHH Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, wow, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I started saying as I felt Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot grip my Uncut Hindu Lund as she slid it in and out at a nice fast pace.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was sitting in such a way that her breasts were just about level with her ‘Durgesh darling’s chin and looking down at my closed eyes, my face contorted in concentration.

She got an idea.

Pushing up with her legs slightly more she brought her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts in line with My face and began to bounce them off my lips as she leaned her head down to kiss the top of my head.

I was in heaven, in Jannat-e-Firdaus actually.

Now I could feel my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s breasts and nipples on my face, tickling my skin, as was her hair, which was dropping on to my face.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was gripping my Uncut Hindu Lund so tight it was unreal and she was mercilessly grinding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān pelvis into mine.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan pulled back from my face and leaned back from my body on her hands.

She smiled at her ‘Durgesh darling’ who was looking at her face smiling as she continued to bounce on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She quickly moved forward and our ashvinātam lips met again.

Our ashvinātam tongues were assaulting each other’s.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan screamed into her ‘Durgesh darling’ s Hindu mouth as her orgasm hit her hard and very unexpectedly, she pulled back from my mouth as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān juices flowed all over her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan  fell forward again, her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body falling to the left of her ‘Durgesh darling’s.

Her arms, consequently, were now leaning over my right shoulder.

She was panting and out of breath and her bouncing had all but stopped.

She kissed my ear and whispered into it.

Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You’ll have to take on some of the work.”

I knew just what she meant.

I put my hands on her back and she pulled herself up onto my shoulder slightly more.

I then proceeded to stand up holding her like a baby that was being burped and laid her down on her back.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was still in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot  the whole time, throbbing excitedly more and more in it.

Once we had got comfortable Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan wrapped her legs around her ‘Durgesh darling’s lower back and waited for me to thrust into her.

She didn’t have to wait long.

I pushed my hips forward hard pressing my Uncut Hindu Lund all the way into my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

I was making her cry out with my deepest utmost powerful Hindu penetrations.

I kept up my pace taking my Uncut Hindu Lund back until only the head was left in then shoving the whole thing back in, in one big push.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was shouting out now as I kissed her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts and rubbed her hair with my Hindu  hands, bringing my lips to hers and giving her one final kiss before arching my back and shoving my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

I kept on it for hours, nonstop, wildly.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was responding to each of my wild and passionate Hindu thrusts, more and more wildly and more and more passionately.

We both were assaulting each other sexually more and more with constantly increasing lust for each other.

It went on till I said,

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, I’m gonna cum!”

I shouted as I felt my balls tighten and a whole lot of my Hindu sperm shot out of my Uncut Hindu Lund, coating my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān insides in white, sticky Hindu cum.

Out of breath, we both laid on the bed snuggling into each other’s ashvinātam bodies.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan flicked her hair away from her face and smiled at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I smiled back before closing my eyes and resting my head on her shoulder.

“Allah Durgesh, I love you. By Allah, Wallah, I mean it.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan whispered as she gave her ‘Durgesh darling’ a long kiss on my Hindu lips and slowly got off the bed.

Leaving me snuggled up with a pillow; she went back to her room to get a shower knowing her life had changed, but definitely for the better.***

I was woken up by Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  as she sat on the bed next to me.

Still naked, I had been sleeping for 4 hours since I had sex with my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

“So Durgesh darling, what have you been up to since I was away?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  asked me softly as she rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund  gently.

I smiled at her, still pretty tired from my hot sex session with Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan just hours before.

“Nothing.” I said smiling at my sexy oldest extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan .

“Oh. So Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was lying when she said you two had the best sex ever then?” she asked me nudging me playfully.

“She told you?” I asked shooting up in bed.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan nodded her affirmation to her ‘Durgesh darling’s question.

“Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt what we had.” I said winking at her.

“It’s ok Durgesh. You Hindu scoundrel. It’s ok. She was so happy when she told me and I was too.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said stroking her ‘Durgesh darling’s arm lovingly.

I smiled, glad that my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything was not mad that I had fucked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān younger Sister .

“Well, you better get some sleep for now. I’ll tell the others you’re not well and need your sleep, then they’ll leave you alone. You look tired out.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  said as she kissed My forehead and pulled the sheet over me tucking me in.

I was practically asleep as soon as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan grabbed the cover.

She smiled and walked out of the room blowing her ‘Durgesh darling’ a kiss as she closed the door behind her.

I got up the next morning at 9:00 AM.

The bright sun shone through my window onto my face making me squint to see where my clothes were.

Eventually I was able to pull on some clothes, a white T-shirt and faded jeans, and make my way downstairs.

“Hi Durgesh darling. Good morning?” It was Raziyah Najmul Ħasan my youngest, older extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything.

She was eighteen years old only, just adult legally.

“Hm… yeah, fine so far.” I said as I sat at the table, “Where is everyone?”

“Well, our ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr,  Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan are at work. Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan is at University, and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said she had to go somewhere and would be gone until tonight.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan informed her ‘Durgesh darling’ as she grabbed me a bowl from the sideboard and a box of cereal.

“Thanks Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.” I said as I poured myself breakfast.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan came over with a bottle of milk and placed it next to her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“Thanks again.” I said grabbing the bottle and pouring a generous amount onto my cereal.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled,

“No problem, the utmost experienced Hindu lover of mine. You’re worth it, I guess.” She said rubbing my back and fluttering her eyelids expressly noticed by me.

“So, what are you doing here?” I asked my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything while swallowing a mouthful of cereal.

“I haven’t got a lecture today. There was some sort of problem with my class so we were all told to stay home. Why do you ask?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan asked her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“No reason. Just wondered, that’s all.” I replied.

The real reason, though, was that I was hoping to have some quality time with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan or Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

Obviously, that was out of the question now with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan here and the others gone.

“Well, what are you doing all day then?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan asked flicking her hair with her hand.

“Er… just the normal stuff, sit around, tidy up and then sit some more.” I informed my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything of my daily routine.

“Come on Durgesh, it’s so nice out, why don’t we do something together?” she asked pointing out the window into the bright sunshine at the cloudless sky.

“I don’t think so.” I said pretty apathetically.

“Well I’m going to change. This lot is too hot and I want to sunbathe for a while. You’re welcome to join me if you want to.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said leaning over her ‘Durgesh darling’s shoulder grabbing my empty bowl and taking it over to the sink.

‘Was that a bit of flirting my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything just tried on there?’ I thought to myself.

I watched as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything headed towards the stairs taking a long look over her shoulder a giggly smile emerging as she saw me watching her.

I was startled when Raziyah Najmul Ħasan came back down wearing nothing but a bikini.

The tight fitting orange material of the bikini clung to her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body and didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled as she walked past her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I had my eyes on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body the whole time she was moving past me.

Her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, although not as big as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s, were still a sight to behold and to be proud of.

I couldn’t believe I had never really noticed how Raziyah Najmul Ħasan had grown into a voluptuous young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān woman.

I watched her hips sway as she went out into the garden.

The bright sun was casting shadows over her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body in places and highlighting others, exaggerating them.

I shook my head and closed my eyes for a second trying to get the image of my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything out of mind, but she was an immensely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān young woman.

Now, she was legally adult too.

What if she was just eighteen?

What if I was sixty two?

What if we had whole forty four years age difference?

I was already fucking countless sweet eighteen Musalmān Beauties.

Wasn’t I?

Moreover, it was harder than I thought it would be, as was my Uncut Hindu Lund.

As Raziyah Najmul Ħasan shouted at me from outside and brought me back to Earth I became suddenly aware of my Uncut Hindu Lund trying to push through my pants.

“Durgesh, are you coming out or not?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan’s voice came loudly from the garden.

“Er… not just now Raziyah Najmul Ħasan. I told you I’m not really into that.” I shouted back trying to think unsexy thoughts to get rid of my constant erection.

“But II need you to help me with my sun cream. You’re not even listening to me. Are you?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan shouted making me realize I wasn’t listening.

“Ok Raziyah Najmul Ħasan! I’ll be right there, just give me a minute,” I shouted as I sat taking deep breaths and trying to get my Uncut Hindu Lund down.

It took a few moments but I managed not to think about my sexy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything long enough for me to accomplish my goal.

I made my way outside to the sound of my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s shouts for me.

Shielding my eyes from the bright sun, I asked,

“I’m here. Now what did you want again?”

“For you to help me put on some sun cream.” She said slowly, annoyed that her ‘Durgesh darling’ hadn’t been listening to her for the past few minutes.

“Oh that’s right. Where is it then?” I asked trying not to look at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything that was lying on her back on a sheet she had placed on the grass.

“Right over there,” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said pointing to a little bottle a few feet away from her left side, “Just put a bit on my back.”

I walked over and grabbed the bottle.

Reading the instructions, I went over to my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything and kneeled down next to her.

She sat up, her back to me leaning forward to give me better access to her back.

As she moved her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts dropped away from her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, bouncing lightly.

They were so nice; a firm DD cup just covered by the thin orange material of her bikini, her nipples poking at it just begging for attention.

I found my Hindu eyes drawn to my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s bouncing breasts, I just knelt next to her unable to move my eyes from her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan looked over her shoulder and saw her ‘Durgesh darling’ looking at her athletic sweet eighteen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

She smiled, blushing slightly from the attention.

Really shy by nature she always tried to avoid people looking at her and flirting with her.

I suddenly realized I had been caught looking and quickly controlled myself.

“Ready?” I asked as I squeezed some of the liquid content into my hand.

“Sure.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said, smiling nervously.

Chapter 15

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


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