Midterm 2012: 18

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

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Chapter 18

Durgesh Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan

Durgesh Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan

The anal pleasure requested

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan  nodded her agreement responding Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.

“I thought you would have all the energy you two expelled. I’m surprised you’re able to move,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  joked as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister  sat on her bed before flopping onto her back, smiling.

“It was well worth it though,” she said dreamily a content expression on her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

“I know that,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she squeezed her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts in her hands, “And so does Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.”

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled as her name was mentioned.

I got out of bed and looked at the clock next to my bed.

9:20 was flashing.

I had been in bed for some time.

Everyone would be coming to bed soon I had to look presentable or someone may suspect something was wrong.

As I thought it, my door was knocked on by first their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr,  then in succession Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan then finally Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  all said a goodnight.

Then all of them gave me a little kiss on the cheek as was the custom in their house, and always had been.

The Sālīs still I was only thirty-two years old.

Eīshān Eīshān Shammā Shamīshān!

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan and Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan gave me a little more than a goodnight kiss then their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan had.

Each of them placed a big wet tonguie kiss on their utmost experienced Hindu lover.

Avoiding being seen by others, they even squeezed my Uncut Hindu Prick impishly.

I smiled and squeezed their gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks, similarly, in response.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan lingered until she was alone with her ‘Durgesh darling’  and all the other had said their goodnights.

“So you have been busy these past few days haven’t you?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked with a smile as she hugged her ‘Durgesh darling’ close to her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

“They have been the best of my life.” I explained as I felt my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s nipples harden through the thin top she wore to bed.

“What are we going to do, we’ll have to pull up a sort of roter won’t we?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan half joked.

“Not a bad idea, but I think you’ll do me just fine Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.”

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was suddenly all alert,

“Hey, Hindu Piyā, what do you mean? You have to keep fucking all of us. We are Hindu husband and Musalmān wives now, understand?”

I smiled,

“I have only one legal wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.”

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan plunged at me,

“Then who are we? Your Musalmān mistresses?”

“My Live in Relationship Partners. Okay? Pleased?”

“Never make a joke of our sacred relationships, Durgesh.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said gravely, “Live in Relationship Partners or else, we think we are your Musalmān wives and you are our Hindu husband. Are we mistaken?”

“No. Never.” I said gravely now, “It’s not that I not proud of our relationships, neither do I not want to. All of You are great to me. Your sisters? They’re all great too. But I don’t know. I just think they think it was a mistake, we are an utmost experienced Hindu lover and extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Playthings after all.” I explained.

It wasn’t a normal practice and I knew it might have been too good to be true.

“Oh believe me, they don’t think that,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she walked back to her ‘Durgesh darling’ and gave me a big kiss.

“So what do they think then?” I asked my sexy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything.

“Goodnight, Durgesh!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she gave me another kiss and made her way to the door.

“Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, what do they think?” I asked again but I didn’t get an answer.

I just watched as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything swayed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hips as she exited my room blowing me a kiss.

‘What do they really think then?’ I thought to myself  as I lay down on my bed, covering myself  and drifted off to sleep.***

I woke late the next day.

I looked at my clock.

11:20 AM.

Quickly I jumped up and rummaged through my drawers for some clothes.

Finally I pulled on some faded jeans and a black t-shirt.

Running into the kitchen, I looked for everyone but found only a note.

I’ve gone shopping will be back later.

I’ll call you sometime  with a special treat, Our ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr,  Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan are at work and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan are at University.

So you’ll have the house to yourself for ages until I get home.

Love You lots

LOVE

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  

Was what it read.

‘Oh great! Alone?’ I thought as I looked around the fridge for a juice before I went for my studies.

Finding what I wanted, I unlocked the door and left, locking it back up and taking the key with me I set off for my morning run, if slightly later than normal.

I arrived back at the house to find the door unlocked.

I had been gone a little longer than normal.

It was now 12:15 PM but no one should be in but me.

I opened the door and went inside.

Getting a juice I went into the living room to see who was in inside, but I found only emptiness nothing more.

Then I heard the sound of someone upstairs.

I quickly went to the stairs and shouted.

“It’s just me, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan. Don’t worry I’m not a burglar.”

It was indeed, my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s voice that hit me.

“What are you doing back?” I asked her as she emerged from the stairs and entered the kitchen wearing her normal work clothes.

A tight blue t-shirt with the name and logo of the shop, where she worked and a pair of black jeans.

“Dinner hour why what’s it to you?” she shot back but not aggressively, “I thought you’d like some company.”

“Err yeah that’s nice of you. It does get pretty lonely in here all alone.” I said as I drank my juice and wiped the sweat off my head with a towel.

“I know what you mean. In the shop, it can be pretty quiet. Sometimes I get so bored of it.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan admitted to her ‘Durgesh darling’ as she ate her now ready sandwich.

“Well, normally Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan is here with me but today she’s off shopping or something  and won’t be back for a while yet.” I said as I took another drink and started to warm down.

“So we’re… I mean you’re all alone for a while then?” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan asked as she looked at her ‘Durgesh darling’ take off my wet t-shirt and grab the extra one I always keep for after my run.

“Yep,” I said as I pulled on a clean white t-shirt.

“That running has really done you good Durgesh, your Hindu male body is really coming on nice.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan commented as she watched her ‘Durgesh darling’ dress.

“Thanks,” I said with a smile.

I was quite proud of my Hindu male body.

I was especially ripped.

I didn’t have too much fat on me.

“You should go to the gym with me sometime  I’d show you a work out Durgesh darling.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said taking a bite of her sandwich.

“Oh no way, this is fine for me thanks.” I said holding my hands up and shaking my head.

‘It’s not just the running but the little extra workouts I do with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and the others that take it out of me,’ I thought as I looked at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything eating her sandwich.

“You wimp, I thought you’d have more stamina then that.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan joked as she finished her sandwich and got a drink.

“I’ve got plenty of stamina, thanks,” I said with a little tap on my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s gorgeous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān back.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was twenty two years old and awfully lovely.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was demanding entry into her secret sacred holes, once again.

“I bet you do, just look at that bod of yours, you’re not even rippling with muscles, shame on you,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said giving me a little friendly poke in the stomach and giggling.

“Hey you, give up, I’m fine just like this. And I’m stronger than I look.” I said swatting Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s hand away playfully.

“Prove it then Durgesh darling,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan challenged as she wiggled her finger at me, beckoning me.

The look on her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face dared me to take her down, if I could.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan challenged signaling me with her hands to try and take her down.

“Ok but I warned you,” I said as I prepared to tackle my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

She smiled and stuck her red crimson Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue out at me.

“Right” I warned as I grabbed my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything by the waist and picked her up onto my shoulder.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was not that heavy only about 110 lbs soaking wet.

And after a big meal, I had no trouble lifting her onto my shoulder.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan squirmed as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’ s hands on her lower body holding her in place as I walked around the kitchen with her taking her into the living room.

“Ok Ok you win, I’m sorry,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said as she laughed uncontrollably from the tickling she was receiving from her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands as she struggled to escape my grip.

“See I told you, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan,” I said as I held my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything tight and began to spin her around playfully.

“Ok I believe you… Durgesh, stop… please I’m getting dizzy… really dizzy,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said still laughing.

I let her fall from my shoulder onto the sofa but Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan held onto my neck and pulled me down on top of her.

I quickly pushed up on my hands removing my body from my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s.

Her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts that were only slightly smaller than Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s still touched my Hindu chest.

Her hands were still holding my neck tight and she was looking into my Hindu eyes, now significantly.

I looked back into hers.

Nothing was said.

I just lowered my head and placed my Hindu lips on hers.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan tightened her grip on my neck and kissed me back, more passionately, on my lips, as a Musalmān woman kisses her Hindu lover.

There was something happening that neither could explain.

It was obvious what was happening.

We were kissing, but it was more than that.

This was something that just felt right for us to do.

This, like nothing else mattered, at that moment.

The kiss ended and I pulled back from Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, once more looking into her exquisite excellent extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.

I smiled.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan smiled back and pulled me close once more, this time attacking me with her red crimson Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue forcing it past my lips and into my mouth with ferocity.

I responded in kind and our tongues met for the first time in an electric touch.

This kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity since we both didn’t want to be the one to break it.

Finally, it was I who stopped the kiss, getting off my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

I stood off the sofa and looked at her.

“What’s wrong?” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan asked as I stood before her.

“Nothing, but are you sure you want to do this?” I asked a little unconvinced.

“You silly Hindu, I’ve wanted to do this since I was 15 years old!” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said as she smiled at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

‘What was it about me at your fifteen.’ I thought as I heard the words from Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s mouth spill forward, ‘that’s Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  that wanted to sleep with me’.

“You ok Durgesh?” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan asked.

“Oh yeah,” I smiled releasing her.

I was quiet for quite a while, then said,

“I just needed to know that, now come here.”

“Good,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said as she stood up and walked over to her ‘Durgesh darling’ kissing me again and turning me towards the sofa so I could sit.

Before I had chance to sit down Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan grabbed my t-shirt and roughly pulled it off my chest, over my head, she licked her red crimson awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips as my chest and stomach came into view.

I smiled as she undid my jeans and slid them down my legs along with my boxer shorts.

My hard Uncut Hindu Lund sprang forth almost hitting Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan in the face, as she knelt in front of her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan  whispered as she saw my Uncut Hindu Lund bounce in front of her.

I looked at her watching my Uncut Hindu Lund and smiled.

Twenty-two years old, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, seemed mesmerized by it as if she had never seen one before.

But I knew she had.

Not someone other’s.

Mine itself.

Even though she was not the outgoing sort, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan wasn’t shy either when it came to guys.

She had, had her fill off Hindu boyfriends in her short life.

Though entirely conscious of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān virtues, she had quenched her curiosity only watching me when I fucked her extremely beautiful willing Sunni Musalmān girlfriends.

I brought her back to reality when I kicked off my shoes so my pants could be fully removed.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan shook her beautiful head and helped her ‘Durgesh darling’ in removing the jeans and boxers before pushing me back.

Now I sat on the sofa looking up at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was bouncing along with my heartbeat.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan watched my Hindu body move with each breath I took.

I looked so cute, so vulnerable all naked like that, just like, I was made for her to look after and that’s what she planned on doing.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was just about to start taking off her clothes when we were startled by the phone ringing next to the sofa.

Both of us looked at it, then back to each other, then back to the phone.

“You should better answer it,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said downheartedly.

I nodded and leaned over to grab the receiver.

“Hello,” I said bringing the receiver to my mouth.

“Hi Sweetie it’s me. I was just missing you and thought I’d call as I said I would, with your treat.”

“It’s Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan,” I mouthed to Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan.

She smiled and looked on at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“Hi, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, so where are you?” I asked.

“I’m just in a little out of the way place with a mobile phone all alone and thinking of you.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said slowly.

“I’m thinking of you too.” I said as I looked over to Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan.

She was removing her t-shirt revealing she had no bra on, as her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts fell forward and bounced.

Her nipples were hard and delicious looking.

My eyes bugged out as I looked at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Twenty two years old,  Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan,  placed her hands on her excellent exquisite, perfectly round, firm, massive, gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks  and then started to unfasten her jeans sliding them off leaving on just her tight white lace panties.

“What a pleasant surprise! I was just…. thinking about you myself.” I said to Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  as my eyes swallowed my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān young body.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan  started to sway her excellent exquisite, perfectly round, firm, massive, gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks in front of me getting me hotter.

She knew how to sell herself to me.

Didn’t Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan?

Then she did something I wasn’t expecting.

She mouthed the words.

“I know about you two.”

I was startled at she knew.

“How?” I mouthed.

Durgesh, just do now carry on with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.  This is so hot,” she whispered to her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I smiled.

I had been listening to Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan while watching my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan as she removed her panties.

“I was just thinking of your mouth actually,” I said down the phone.

Those were the first thing to come into my mouth.

I smiled at Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan.

She was grinding her excellent exquisite, perfectly round, firm, massive, gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks sexily in front of me.

“You’ve got something I’d like to put in my mouth,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said smiling as she looked around for any signs of other people.

“It’s nice and warm in there,” I smiled as I said it.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan still stood in front of me, nude, swinging her excellent exquisite, perfectly round, firm, massive, gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks and sliding her hands around her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, touching herself in all the places that sent shockwaves through her.

“I’m on my knees rubbing my hands up and down your thighs, the inside of your thighs.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said sexily down the phone to her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I was staring at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan as she slid her hand over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot making little circles with her fingers over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān clit.

“And what about your hands then?” I asked Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan on the phone as I watched Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s hands work on herself.

“I have you in my hands now,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  said as she slid her hands down her stomach and into the top of her jeans and into the top of her panties, making sure no-one was watching as she breathed into the phone.

I was getting so turned on I felt like I would cum right there as I watched my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, standing naked in front of me, touching herself and my other extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan,  having phone sex with me.

“I climb on top of you and put you inside me,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  said as she put her finger into herself making little circles with it teasing herself as she talked with her ‘Durgesh darling’ .

“Ohhhh yeah,” I said as I watched Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan walk towards me.

She’d had enough of this self-pleasure and wanted her ‘Durgesh darling’ now.

Climbing on top of me Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan  moved slowly up my legs until my Uncut Hindu Lund was in line with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot and slowly she lowered herself onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaah! Ohhhhh God hhhmmmmm” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan moaned as I felt the warmth of my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot envelop my Uncut Hindu Lund, the slick juices making it easy for me to slide in.

“Aaaahhhhh yerrr” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned too on the mobile.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was sliding my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her until virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot , herself, now repeatedly.

When I was as deep as I could go, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan stopped and leaned her beautiful head back pushing her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts into my face.

“Ohhh mmmm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! you’re so good inside me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  moaned as she fingered herself in public, while her ‘Durgesh darling’  was on the other end of the phone, kissing Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s lips and breasts, massaging them with my hands.

I kissed the nipples too, first one, then the other.

“Come on, tell me what you want.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  said as her ‘Durgesh darling’  watched the breasts in my face bounce as Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan started a steady up and down slide on my Uncut Hindu Lund, letting it slide almost all the way out, before sliding it back in.

“Come on don’t be shy,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan prompted as she heard me moan on the phone to her.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan had now grabbed my shoulders and was making little thrusts with her excellent exquisite, perfectly round, firm, massive, gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks on my Uncut Hindu Lund sending me to heaven as her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot squeezed my thick Uncut Hindu Lund.

Being only twenty two years old and virgin till now, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was gripping my entire Uncut Hindu Lund ravenously.

“Oh you’re doing it,” I said looking into Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s eyes but talking to Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan smiled.

This was causing her immense pleasure as she fucked her ‘Durgesh darling’ while I had phone sex with their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God I’m so hot!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she pushed her finger into herself further, while back at home Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan leaned and kissed her ‘Durgesh darling’.

accidentally I dropped the phone as I moved my lips to Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, once more kissing on each nipple, making Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan moan out louder than normal.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  you’re killing me!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she placed another finger in herself.

“Oh oh oh aaahhhhh.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan moaned as she increased her pace and began wildly thrusting herself on her ‘Durgesh darling’s absolutely outstanding marvelous unique Uncut Hindu Lund, faster.

“Is there someone there with you?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she heard the other moans loudly.

“Oh err yeah there is,” I admitted.

I looked into Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān eyes as she began to slow her thrusts slightly.

“You could have told me there was someone there!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she pulled her hands away from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot and out of her panties.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan started to speed up on her ‘Durgesh darling’ again as she listened to Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s voice on the phone.

“Who is it?” she asked.

I looked at Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan  smiled and nodded.

“Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan,” I said using her full name for once.

“Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan? Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God, I knew you two would!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she looked around to see if anyone was coming. “Look I gotta go see you soon.”

“Ok, I’m glad you’re not mad that I’m here with Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and not…” I said before Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan grabbed the phone.

“Hi, Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, don’t worry. Your secret Hindu Kħasam Durgesh  is in good Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hands and in a better place, Allah Ħāfiz, bye!” she said as she went to put the phone down.

When the phone was put down she grabbed her ‘Durgesh darling’ s face and brought it back to her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, so that I could kiss them once more.

This was her favorite thing for a Hindu  to do.

She always had sensitive breasts and this was just heaven.

I kissed her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts for all it was worth, as I felt my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything slide my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot faster making us both moan out.

This new speed made my Uncut Hindu Lund become more sensitive.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan kept on fucking me furiously.

One hour!

Two hours!

Three hours!

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

How ravenous Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was!

She was just fucking me breathless, shamelessly.

Her until virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot  was swallowing my Uncut Hindu Lund aggressively, letting it out till only its head was inside, and then again swallowing it deepest with more increased aggressive force.

I smiled,

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, I never knew you were so ravenous for me.”

“Stupid, I waited for you doing it with me since I was fifteen only. I have waited for seven long years, your idiosyncrasy.”

“Sālī,” I winked at Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, “Enjoying it even more than myself?”

“Why shouldn’t I? You never tried to fuck me. Even now, I’m fucking you. You are not fucking me.”

It went on till I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

My outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything grabbed my face in her hands and began kissing me lightly, then more passionately as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund swell inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot  in readiness to cum.

“AAAAHHHHHHH YES I’M GONNA CUM RIZWĀNAH NAJMUL ĦASAN!” I shouted as I felt my Hindu  sperm rise into my Uncut Hindu Shaft and shoot up to the head.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan stopped.

her thrusts making sure that her ‘Durgesh darling’  was deepest inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot  as I burst forth my thick Hindu love juice.

The heat was unbelievable inside Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan as her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu cum flowed freely inside her.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Ah God Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You’re amazing!” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan panted as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund start to blast inside her dripping hole.

She rose slowly as her ‘Durgesh darling’ slipped out of her.

Our cum was dripping down her well-drenched thighs.

She moved fluidly in front of her ‘Durgesh darling’, and smiled in satisfaction.

“That was too good,” I said as I watched my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything close her legs, a little drop of our cum started to slide down her inner thighs.

“I know it was, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It had to be. I’ve waited for it seven long years. I better go get a shower and you better get dressed.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said as she made her way upstairs for a shower.

I nodded as I looked at my Uncut Hindu Lund.

The shaft glistened with the combined juices of our ashvinātam passion.

“This is too good,” I said as I looked for my clothes.

The day had only just begun and I had already had sex with my fourth extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything.

My mind raced with intimate thoughts of what the future might bring.

I had been sitting alone on the sofa for some time while Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was in the shower cleaning herself up a little.

I could hear her singing.

She must have left the door open with it being just the two of us in the house.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I saw it was 1: 25 PM.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was late for work.

“Darling, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, you’d better get a move on. You’re late,” I shouted up, to my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan  appeared from the bathroom naked.

“Allah, Oh shit, what time is it?” she asked as she dried herself with a pink fluffy towel.

“Five and twenty past one,” I shouted back to my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

She was in her room now getting her work clothes on once more.

“Crap, I’m supposed to be back by 1: 15 and its 10 minutes to work,” she said quietly as she pulled on her t-shirt.

She ran down the stairs as she saw her ‘Durgesh darling’ waiting for her.

She stopped when she got to the bottom step and smiled at me.

“You should get going,” I said as I watched her move down the steps two at a time.

“I know but you’re well worth getting the sack for, Durgesh darling, that was great,” she said.

As Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan  walked over to me, the light from the window casted a glow around her as if she was an angel.

“Don’t say things like that,” I said smiling, almost priding, as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything gave me a long adoring kiss on my Hindu lips, before turning for the door and leaving for work.

I was back in the living room relaxing when I heard the front door open.

Quickly looking at the clock, I saw it was 2: 00 PM.

“Hello anyone home?” It was Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

I shouted from my seat men the living room.

“Yer in here,”

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan smiled as she heard her ‘Durgesh darling’’s voice and quickly came to see me.

“Hi Hunky, what’s going on? Where is everyone?” she asked her ‘Durgesh darling’ using the word Hunky for the first time ever.

“They are all out. I’m all alone.” I informed my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything not really realizing what she had called me.

“All alone well,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said as she walked over to her ‘Durgesh darling’  and sat on my Hindu lap aggressively, getting comfortable by wiggling her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, over my now hardening Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Yep what are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining,” I asked my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund push against its tight confines and her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“I took a late dinner and thought I’d come home to see my fave Hunky,” she said as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund push against her.

“Hunky? When did I become that then?” I asked surprised slightly by the nickname I had been given by my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

“A few days ago. Do you like it?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked as she ground her Sunni Musalmān ass down onto her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund a little harder.

“It’s…. I don’t know what to say no one has ever called me that before,” I said, as I looked into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings eyes.

“No? Well, I will from now on. I like that name for you… My Hunky,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said sealing it with a soft kiss on her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu lips.

I was in no mood to do anything but agree with my new nickname it was actually quite sweet of Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan to say such nice things about me, I thought, as I kissed her with a little more passion.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan quickly grew tired of the kissing.

She was in need of something a lot more than just her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu lips on hers.

I was quite satisfied to just kiss Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan for a while, after my session with Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan just 45 minutes earlier.

I was still a little worn out, but who was I to say no to a girl like Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

I watched as she moved herself off me, slightly rubbing my Uncut Hindu Lund through the jeans I had on, before sliding her hands to undo the button and zip, opening them wide.

Now only my boxer shorts between her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hands and my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Looking into my eyes, she smiled and reached her hands inside grabbing my Uncut Hindu Lund tightly and massaging it, the heat from it warming her hands nicely as she rolled my foreskin back and forth licking her red crimson awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips as she did so.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan  was just about to kneel before me and take my hard Uncut Hindu Lund  into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth when we both heard the door open once more.

Quickly Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan helped her ‘Durgesh darling’  pull up my pants that had been pulled down to my knees by Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, in her rush to get me inside any of her holes.

“Hello anyone in?” It was Āsiyah Jahāngīr, their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr.

She was home early.

“We’re in here, Ammī, ” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan called as she got up from her ‘Durgesh darling’ s Hindu lap and went into the kitchen to greet her ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr,  with a hug.

“Hi Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in work now?” Āsiyah Jahāngīr asked as her daughter gave her a hug.

“Late dinner. What about you?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked.

“Oh, just got off work early today. There was some sort of problem with the equipment. And we all got sent home early.” She informed her daughter as I walked in and gave their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, a hug.

“Where have you been?” she asked me.

“I just had something to do but I didn’t forget you did it?” I said.

Really what I was doing was trying to get my Uncut Hindu Lund soften so I did not greet their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, with a raging Hindu hard on.

“No, you’re a good boy I guess,” she joked as she went to the fridge, “You two want anything to eat?”

“No thanks, I’m fine,” I said.

“I’ll just have a sandwich please,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan shouted from the living room.

Āsiyah Jahāngīr  got out some turkey slices and asked me to get her the bread.

I did looking in to see Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sitting disappointedly looking at me as I went to get the bread.

I saw the look in my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s face and smiled before blowing her a kiss.

She pretended to catch it before bringing the hand.

She did it with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth and kissing it as if she would her ‘Durgesh darling’.

If only their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had not been there.

It looked like today would not be the day that she had hoped it could be.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan had been thinking about me all night.

She had so wanted to just get out of her bed, go to my room and spend the night sleeping with her ‘Durgesh darling’.

However, that was not going a possibility with everyone in the house.

They would have easily heard all the noise the two would have made.

It was a long night for me too.

I thought about Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and what may have happened with Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, should Āsiyah Jahāngīr never have come in, when she did.

I was woken early by the bright sun flowing through the window.

Looking at my clock, I saw it was 7: 45 AM.

Way earlier than I would normally be up, and earlier than any of the others too.

Normally Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  got up at about 8: 20 AM, the others at about 8: 00 AM since most had work at 9: 00 AM or University to go to.

I got out of bed and got dressed.

Looking around I decided it was time to spend my cash.

Grabbing my coat, I set off for some early morning shopping.

Leaving a note explaining where I was going I made my way to the bus stop a few seconds away from my house.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan came down and found the note…

‘Hi, I have gone out, will be back in a few hours, the door is locked; please lock it when you go out if Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  is not up’

—Durgesh

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan read the note and smiled.

She had a plan.

She was going to get me to herself, even if she had to kill all her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sisters and their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, to do so.

“Hi Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, what you got there?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan asked as she saw Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan holding the note in her hands.

“Oh, hi, it’s just a note. Durgesh  gone out,” she smiled.

It wasn’t Navīdah Najmul Ħasan who was the problem.

She, Āsiyah Jahāngīr and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan would be in work in a little bit and she knew that Raziyah Najmul Ħasan and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan both had University all day.

It was Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan who was the problem.

She needed to get her out of the house for a while.

“Hi Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, ” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan greeted her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister  as she made her way downstairs at 8: 20 AM as normal.

“Hi Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan yawned as she entered the kitchen and made her way to the fridge for a drink.

“So what are you doing today?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked curious to know if Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan would be in the house or not.

“Not much gym then who knows?” that was not the answer that Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan wanted to hear.

“Oh really,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said a little dejectedly.

“Shouldn’t you be going to work by now?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she drank a bottle of orange from the fridge.

“I’m not well I rang in sick,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said quickly trying to sound the part of a sick person.

“Oh that’s too bad well I’m here with you so you’ll be ok,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she said the word.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan looked down a little disappointed,

“Where’s Durgesh this morning?”

“I found this note. When I got up he was out shopping or something, why?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister.

“No reason, just wondered, that’s all. So how are you feeling?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked trying to change the subject from her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“I’ll be fine. Say Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, you couldn’t do something for me, could you?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked knowing that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan would do anything for any of her siblings.

“Sure, what is it?” she asked as she looked for her gym bag.

“Well after you’ve been to the gym, how long will you be gone by the way?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked hoping it would be a long time.

“About two hours,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan informed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister.

“Oh, Ok. Well, when you’re done, could you go and get me some….” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan stopped trying to think of something that would take a long time to get.

“What? What do you need?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked intently listening for an answer.

“Err some chocolates, there for Giga,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said that was the best she could come up with at the time with so little time to think.

“Who is Giga?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked a little confused by the request and the name.

“She’s someone I work with. She’s not been well recently and has just broken up with her Hindu boyfriend so she needs some cheering up,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was thinking on her feet with this one.

“Looks like she gave whatever she had to you” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan joked as she grabbed her trainers and put them in her bag.

“Yer it does so will you get them for me then?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked with a polite smile.

“Sure. it won’t take me five minutes after my workout,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said happily.

“No, I want you to get some special ones I saw them in town there these really nice ones she likes.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said quickly.

“In town, but that’ll take me an hour to get there and back then there’s the stuff to get.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan looked at her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister who was looking back with pleading eyes.

“Come on Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, just for me please!” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan begged knowing that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan would not resist.

“Ok, just for you,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  said shaking her beautiful head and rolling her exquisite excellent extremely beautiful  Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.

“Thanks Bājī. sis, you’re the best. Here’s the money,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said handing over one thousand dollars.

“One thousand dollars? Wow, she must be a good friend!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she was given the money, “What are these chocolates you want?”

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan explained where to get the chocolates from and the exact sort she wanted and watched as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan  went out the door for her morning workout.

‘That’s her gone until at least one, now all I need is Durgesh back here,’ Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan thought as she sat at the table and waited for her ‘Durgesh darling’ s return.

I arrived at the front door at 11 : 20 AM.

I had been out since 8 : 00 AM and had been around most of the shops but hadn’t bought much, a few CD’s, DVD’s that was about it.

I opened the door; surprised that it was not locked, meaning someone was in.

I was greeted by the sight of Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sat at the table.

She had changed since.

The others had left.

Now clad in a long shirt and just a pair of tight lace knickers.

I stared at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she smiled at me from across the room,

Dropping my bag of bought items I looked at her, not knowing why, but I knew that we were alone.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s smile widened as I walked over to her and placed my hands on either side of her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

Leaning down to her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face, I kissed her softly on the lips wetting hers with my saliva, as my tongue then made little licks on them.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was very happy to respond to this and soon she was standing pushing her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body against her ‘Durgesh darling’s.

Her arms wrapped around my neck as she pulled me closer to herself.

I did likewise holding my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything around the waist.

I pulled her backwards with me until we hit the sink.

Our tongues were still deep in each other’s mouths caressing every part.

Once we had hit the sink unit, we walked the other way back to the table where it was Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s turn to hit it with her legs.

Her legs being as long as they were, she could easily sit on the table, which was just what she did.

Sitting back, she let her ‘Durgesh darling’  slide my hands inside her shirt pulling it open with ease revealing she wore no bra.

Her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts were just as nice as they had been the first time they were in this sort of situation.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan leaned back on her arms pushing her chest out at me.

I quickly leaned down and took her right nipple in between my thumb and index finger, kissing the hard little nub before moving to the next one.

I marveled at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s perky Musalmān breasts as I slid my lips over each.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned out from the stimulation she was receiving at the lips of her ‘Durgesh darling’.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan pushed her ‘Durgesh darling’  off herself after a few minutes of my assault on her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

She leaned forward and grabbed her ‘Durgesh darling’s sweatshirt pulling it over my head.

I lifted my hands to help her.

Once that was gone, she did the same to my t-shirt discarding both to the floor.

She looked at her ‘Durgesh darling’, standing there like her, topless.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan took this chance to kiss my chest.

Licking my soft skin as she made her way down to my jeans.

She slipped off the table kneeling before me.

She kissed my stomach as she undid the belt pulling off my waist and out of the loops of my jeans.

Both of us slid to the floor, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan pulling her ‘Durgesh darling’ onto herself.

She looked at me.

She reached down between us and pulled her knickers down, her legs wiggling them off.

Ultimately, her hands could go no further down her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

I watched as she did this, holding myself high on my hands.

I looked at her purely white breasts and hard nipples.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan watched my body move as I breathed and smiled before reaching for my jeans once more.

Pushing them and my boxer shorts down my thighs, I let my Uncut Hindu Lund spring free.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan  grabbed it pulling the foreskin back as she guided it to her open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

I moaned as I felt the heat from my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot before I even entered it.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan placed the head at the entrance and lay back, as she let her ‘Durgesh darling’ do the work getting it in.

I happily obliged putting my weight forward.

My Uncut Hindu Lund easily slipped in to Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s wet and ready Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot, parting the lips and forcing a moan from my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan wrapped her Musalmān legs around my Hindu waist as I went deeper into her.

The heat coming from her insides was incredible.

It was hotter than the first time we had sex, for sure!

Feeling I had gone as far as possible, I pulled back, so that I could come in for another thrust.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot grip her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund and the friction it caused when I pulled back and went back in.

I was moaning too as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything grabbed my asscheeks with both hands pulling me in then out.

She kissed my neck, moving up to my ear, moaning right into it, as I thrust back and forth within her.

The thrusting stopped.

We kissed each other’s mouths once more.

Our tongues not touching this time, though it was just a kiss on the lips.

We looked into each other’s eyes.

“Let’s go upstairs and finish,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was the one who spoke.

She said it softly.

I nodded my agreement and got up off the floor, helping my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything to her feet.

My jeans were still held up by my thighs.

They were gone by the time we got to my bedroom.

Once inside, we were quickly on the bed.

I sat as Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan climbed onto me.

Straddling her long legs on either side of my body, her feet were flat on the bed.

Knees bent, holding her entire body on just the power of her smooth splendid wonderful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān thighs.

Her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund was buried once more, deep inside her wanting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan started to grind her excellent exquisite, perfectly round, firm, massive, gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks back and forth, pulling her ‘Durgesh darling’ s Uncut Hindu Lund almost out before pushing it back to the hilt.

“AAAHHHHH yessss,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she ran her hands through her ‘Durgesh darling’s hair while continuing to grind herself into my body.

I too was moaning.

As my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything moved, I placed my hands under her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, to give her some additional support, taking the pressure off her legs slightly.

She smiled through a groan of pleasure at her ‘Durgesh darling’s kindness to help her out.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was getting tired as the lactic acid built up in her legs from the constant holding in this position.

She was not one of the gym nuts the others were.

So she was not used to holding in a squat position since it was not required in her dance routines.

I knew she must be getting tired and laid her back down so I could take control for a while and let her rest her legs.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan smiled and quickly let her ‘Durgesh darling’ take charge of the thrusts.

I started a rather fast pace taking myself deepest into her before quickly pulling out then slamming back in.

This new speed made Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan cry out, as she was not used to it.

But it was only pleasure that she was feeling.

Not able to take much more of this new pace Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan pulled herself up; back into the sitting position, they started in and began grinding herself back into her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“Ooooohhhhhh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, yess. Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, yesss.” I moaned as I leaned her back to get access to her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

Once again squeezing the nipples one at a time, before massaging her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts with both hands.

It was completely different to having a Uncut Hindu Lund pushed up deep inside her.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ooooooohhhhh Goddddd ahhhhhh” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt an orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks being dropped on her.

I carried on as I felt my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything shacking on the bed.

Her hands were pulling my waist into her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī enticing Pakistani Sunni Musalmān crotch tighter making it easy for me to fuck her more aggressively.

I pulled myself up her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Once more kissing every part of her, as I wanted to, when I got to her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face I kissed her there too.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan wanted to give her ‘Durgesh darling’ something special now.

Just as I had her, when I went down on her, she stopped me and moved me off herself.

Before spinning onto her stomach, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan  left her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass slightly raised off the bed.

I figured what she was doing and smiled as I proudly moved behind her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Leaning over her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, I laid my chest onto her back.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was pointed at her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“Go on Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Do it.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan whispered  as she brought her hands back and spread her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān asscheeks for her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I, after taking a deep breath, placed the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund into the tiny little hole of my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan grit her teeth, as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund slide uneasily into her back passage.

She had done this before with me.

But that was with a condom that provided some lubrication.

This time it was only the juices we had made together that was used.

It made it a tad painful, as it slid in.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaah! Ahhhhh, Yā Ilaaaaaaaaaaaaaahīīīīīīīī.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan shouted as she felt more of her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund   slide in.

The pressure was getting hard to bear now.

But Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan knew by her previous experiences with me, once I was fully in it would get better.

I was also feeling the pinch as my Uncut Hindu Lund was squeezed by my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass muscles.

But with one big push, I was fully inside my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s ass.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan felt really full and got a feeling she needed to go to the loo.

But she remembered the first time she did this with me, and how good it felt when she had got used to it.

I was relieved when I felt my pubic bone hit my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s ass fully, indicating I could go no further into her.

I stopped and waited for a few minutes.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was now getting well used to having her ‘Durgesh darling’ s Uncut Hindu Lund up her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and told me to start a steady rhythm of pulling back and going back in.

I did as requested and the pleasure was immense.

I thought that putting my Uncut Hindu Lund inside my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was the greatest feeling ever but this was well mind-blowing too.

I started to pick up the pace as I heard my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything moan out with each thrust I made.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s extremely stunning gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass was so tight and hot, I knew I wouldn’t last too long if I was not cautious.

Now, I also wanted to give Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan the anal pleasure she was so obsessed with.

Every time we did it, we did it on her own persistent request.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan loved my Uncut Hindu Lund and its thoroughly aggressive movements into her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass very much.

Okay, let her have the required anal pleasure too.

Whatever time I had was going to be well spent.

Leaning down my body, I began to kiss Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s back as she reached back with her hands and rubbed my head.

I tightened my asscheeks to thrust into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings ass harder.

“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Ohhhhh God Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! that’s it. Yessss.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan  moaned as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrate her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān asshole hard.

This hard thrusting was really making me get close to Cumming.

I controlled myself once more and started pounding my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, as savagely as she loved it.

Ultimately, I managed to hammer Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan into her smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass for hours.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was shouting in unexpected sheer pleasure.

I fucked Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan in her ass ultimately as if till infinity.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was shouting, kissing me on my lips and urging me to keep it on.

She herself was thrusting her gorgeous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass back to my pelvis with all the power she could muster.

“Ah aah that’s it Durgesh, that’s it méré Hindu Piyā. Keep it on please, keep it on.”

The tightness and heat made my balls tighten ultimately and gave me that usual feeling that all men get when they are about to cum.

With a loud grunt I started to shoot my hot Hindu cum right into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s ass, making her shout out from the new heat that had just been injected into her as it started burning her soft inner skin.

I pulled out as my Uncut Hindu Lund re-hardened  from such a ferocious ashvinātam fuck as I had just had with Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

She laid face down moaning into a pillow holding her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks closed.

She turned over to look up at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I was smiling at her reassuring her.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan smiled as she felt some of her ‘Durgesh darling’s cum slide out of her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and onto my sheets.

“You better change your bed Durgesh, I think it’s a bit of a mess under me.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan  smiled as she put her hand over her leaking ass holding the rest of the cum in, as she gingerly got off the bed and sort of waddled to the bathroom.

Chapter 19

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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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