Just Eighteen Just Adult:29

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 29

Durgesh Al Furqān Al Zahīr
Durgesh Ilāhī Dåūd

The fog seemed to be reaching for her, trying to hold her back as Al Furqān Al Zahīr fought her way through its swirling eddies.
The fog had been with her all morning, but now it seemed to be growing thicker by the second.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr was only few feet away from the cabin and Al Furqān Al Zahīr could barely make out its vague shape through the surging mass.

Making it to the porch, she quickly stepped up the short stairs and hurried across the deck to the front door.
Pushing the door open Al Furqān Al Zahīr turned, giving the fog one last look before Al Furqān Al Zahīr shivered and stepped inside.
Just as the cold mist outside had wrapped itself around her, inside the warm heat from the fireplace embraced her.

Setting her overnighter down Al Furqān Al Zahīr ran her hands over her jacket, brushing away the lingering wetness from the fog.
Glancing around Al Furqān Al Zahīr saw that the breakfast dishes were neatly stacked in the sink.
Probably Ilāhī Dåūd’s doing Al Furqān Al Zahīr thought as she knew that I would never do that.
But where were we?
Surely we weren’t out for a walk in the cold fog.
So we must be in the bedroom Al Furqān Al Zahīr told herself as the first nagging hint of foul play began to nip at Insides.
Then Al Furqān Al Zahīr saw Ilāhī Dåūd’s red gown lying in a muddle in front of the couch. And beside it lay My shoes, socks, pants and shorts while my shirt lay in a quickly discarded mess on the couch.

No!
We wouldn’t Al Furqān Al Zahīr told herself, slowly tiptoeing across the room toward the slightly ajar door.
Halfway across the room Al Furqān Al Zahīr heard it.
The sound was the unmistakable!
It was the sound of flesh striking flesh.

Strangely, the first thing that flashed through her mind was that day ten years ago when Al Furqān Al Zahīr had caught me disciplining Ilāhī Dåūd.
When Ilāhī Dåūd had walked into my den, I had her bent over my knees and was about to give her a spanking.
But the disturbing part had been seeing her daughter’s plain, white cotton panties wrapped around her ankles, leaving her naked from the waist down.

Was I giving her another spanking?
Had I taken up from then and resumed my game?
Or maybe Ilāhī Dåūd was an eager participant…joining in with the game I had inflicted on her?

At last Al Furqān Al Zahīr was at the door!
Scarcely able to breathe, Al Furqān Al Zahīr reached out and slowly pushed the door open.*

Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh…MY…GOD, Al Furqān Al Zahīr gasped to herself, staring at the scene that greeted her!

It was something Al Furqān Al Zahīr would never forget Al Furqān Al Zahīr told herself.
My big bare ass, slowly working up and down as I slid my giant, juice-slathered Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her Live in relationship partner …her own Live in relationship partner was fucking her own daughter……her baby Ilāhī Dåūd!

Jealousy was first…then anger…then revulsion…How could I fuck her own daughter?
Her daughter…her beautiful Ilāhī Dåūd…

“Ammī!” Ilāhī Dåūd choked out as Ilāhī Dåūd saw her Ammī staring at us.

“Al Furqān Al Zahīr!” I grunted out, turning toward her, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried deepest inside Ilāhī Dåūd’s oozing extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

“How could you?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr whined, backing away from the door.

Heading straight for the pantry Al Furqān Al Zahīr threw open the door, grabbed the almost full bottle of bourbon and a glass.

Tottering over to the coffee table on adrenaline weakened knees Al Furqān Al Zahīr flopped down onto the couch and quickly sloshed a juiced three fingers of bourbon into the glass.
Tipping it up Al Furqān Al Zahīr consumed it all in one swift, choking gulp.
The alcohol burned its way down her throat leaving her gasping for breath as Al Furqān Al Zahīr sloshed another shot of booze into the glass.

Booze!
Her Ammī’s answer to any of life’s problems Ilāhī Dåūd thought as Ilāhī Dåūd heard the clink of glass against glass.

But now what?
This was a dilemma of monumental proportions…Ammī catching Durgesh fucking her Daughter!
The only answer that Ilāhī Dåūd could see at the Moment, as I sophisticatedly, and still surprisingly confidently, backed my still throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund out of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, was bringing her Ammī into it.
Making her an accomplice in the act…

“Off…get off, Please!” Ilāhī Dåūd grunted, pushing me up and off her, dragging my juice-drenched Uncut Hindu Lund out of her. “I’ve got to salvage what I can out of this! Damn her anyway, she wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow…”

“I know…I know,” I said gravely. “What…what are you going to do?”

Strange Ilāhī Dåūd thought.
Now Ilāhī Dåūd was in control and Durgesh was testing her prudence …following her lead to see how Ilāhī Dåūd could extricate us from the dire straits we found ourselves in.

Then Ilāhī Dåūd heard a second ping of glass on glass, followed by a loud gurgle of liquid being splashed into a glass.

Well, if she keeps that up, we’re won’t be any reason for anything.
She’ll be so drunk Al Furqān Al Zahīr won’t remember anything anyway Ilāhī Dåūd told herself.

Rolling off the bed, Ilāhī Dåūd looked around, trying to find her robe.
Then Ilāhī Dåūd remembered Ilāhī Dåūd had left it out by the couch in our rush to orgasmic fulfillment.
Now what Ilāhī Dåūd asked herself.

“Off…Get off the bed, please!” Ilāhī Dåūd pleaded, pushing me off the bed.

“What? What are you doing?” I asked.

“Something to cover…Need to cover myself,” Ilāhī Dåūd fussed, jerking the sheet off the bed and wrapping it around her.

Trying not to stumble on the sheet Ilāhī Dåūd shuffled across the room toward the open door.
Stopping at the door Ilāhī Dåūd anxiously peered out into the cabin main room.
Her Ammī was sitting on the couch, her back to the door, tipping her head back and gulping down another drink.

“Ammī, I’m NOT sorry, I needed it very much. You can’t keep that unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh to yourself only, not sharing even with your own daughter. Damn it. I’d never let you.” Ilāhī Dåūd said furiously, shuffling across to the couch.

“How could you?” her Ammī whined. “And with Durgesh, of all people. That’s so sick!”

“But we love each other,” Ilāhī Dåūd declared boldly, not even a bit ashamed of herself.

“HE’S MY DURGESH! My Live in relationship partner! Don’t you get it? It’s wrong…so wrong,” her Ammī fumed, splashing another three fingers of bourbon into her empty glass.

Tipping up the glass Al Furqān Al Zahīr poured half of the fiery liquor down her already scorched throat, then looked over at her grown daughter.

“What did Durgesh do to get you to go along with his sex game?” her Ammī asked her. “Did he threaten you or something? But don’t lie to me because I don’t think he did. You certainly didn’t look like you were being coerced. You looked like you were enjoying it just as much as he was!”

“I was,” Ilāhī Dåūd said determinedly. “Yes, I was enjoying it…Enjoying it just as much as he was! I’m the one who seduced Durgesh ! And I’m no child any more, Ammī…and…and he’s no child himself. We’re both consenting adults. Consenting adults and we can do what we want to.”

“So you think that fucking my Live in relationship partner is just a fucking game,” her Ammī angrily declared, the alcohol beginning the blur the edges of her words just a little. “That’s not only incest, my dear, that’s adultery. Adultery, since you’re both…ADULTS…”

“Well, take him back,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr muttered stabbing her finger in the direction of the bedroom. “If you want him so much, he’s right there in the bedroom. Go take him back…”

“I don’t know if I want him back,” her Ammī angrily retorted, lifting the glass to her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and finishing off her drink. “But if I did, I could. Why you’re just a babe in the woods. I could outfuck you seven ways to Sunday. If I wanted to…”

“Well, do it then!” Ilāhī Dåūd snorted back at her. “Go in there and fuck Durgesh seven ways to Sunday!”

“Why? So you can watch? Why that’s even sicker. You want to watch your Ammī and Durgesh fucking? You’re a sick little girl…”

“Yeah…yeah, I’d like to watch you and Durgesh fucking!” Ilāhī Dåūd declared with a malicious smile playing across her lips. “Like to watch Durgesh stick his big Uncut Hindu Lund in your extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and fuck the hell out of you with it. Yeah, that would be so fucking hot…”

“Sick…you’re sick, Ilāhī Dåūd,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr mumbled, recharging her glass with more bourbon.

But even as Al Furqān Al Zahīr spoke Al Furqān Al Zahīr found herself thinking back what Al Furqān Al Zahīr had told herself as Al Furqān Al Zahīr got out of the car.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr had hoped Al Furqān Al Zahīr could keep from fucking Durgesh in front of Ilāhī Dåūd, but now her daughter was actually suggesting that Al Furqān Al Zahīr do just that.
Wanting her to fuck Durgesh right in front of her.
Fuck Durgesh while Ilāhī Dåūd watched… Although the thought was sick and disturbing Al Furqān Al Zahīr couldn’t stop the stirring Al Furqān Al Zahīr suddenly felt down inside her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr couldn’t do it!
How could she even think such a thing?
Al Furqān Al Zahīr wasn’t sick and twisted like Ilāhī Dåūd and Durgesh were!
Was she?

But even as Al Furqān Al Zahīr let the loathsome thought swirl through her head, the alcohol was having a telling effect on her, spreading out from her belly, warming her and deadening the sense of revulsion Al Furqān Al Zahīr had felt at first.
Another funny thing Al Furqān Al Zahīr tipsily thought.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr and Durgesh had always talked of having a threesome.
About how we would do it someday just for the kicks.
It had always been about another woman, never about another man.
And Ilāhī Dåūd was a woman…that was for sure…a beautiful woman…all grown up…everywhere!

“Ammī!” Al Furqān Al Zahīr heard Ilāhī Dåūd say, breaking her out of her reverie.

“What? What?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr muttered, reviled at herself for having such thoughts.

“I think that it’s getting kinda hot in here, don’t you?” Ilāhī Dåūd asked, reaching for the top button on her Ammī’s blouse.

Moving quickly Ilāhī Dåūd had the top three buttons unbuttoned before Al Furqān Al Zahīr realized what Ilāhī Dåūd was doing.

Brushing her daughter’s insistent fingers away, Al Furqān Al Zahīr looked down and saw that the lacy edge of her bra was visible in the margin of her unbuttoned blouse.

“It’ll be okay, Al Furqān Al Zahīr,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr heard me say from the doorway of the bedroom.
Turning to look at me Al Furqān Al Zahīr saw that I had the other sheet wrapped around my Hindu male waist as Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt Ilāhī Dåūd’s fingers return to her blouse.

Woozily, Al Furqān Al Zahīr looked back down as Ilāhī Dåūd’s fingers flew down the front of her blouse.

“Durgesh, how could you?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr mumbled as Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt Ilāhī Dåūd spread her blouse open.

“Why, Ammī…” Ilāhī Dåūd smirked, staring down at her Ammī’s brassiere. “Such a cute bra…and sexy, too!”

Wishing Al Furqān Al Zahīr had worn one of her normal bras, Al Furqān Al Zahīr looked down and saw that her big, puffy nipples were protruding out through the open slit down the middle of each of the cups of frilly lace.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr had been feeling so horny when Al Furqān Al Zahīr left home Al Furqān Al Zahīr had put on her open fronted bra so Al Furqān Al Zahīr could feel her big nipples rubbing against her blouse as Al Furqān Al Zahīr drove along.
And now that choice had come back to haunt her.

“Durgesh, look how hard her nipples are,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr heard Ilāhī Dåūd exclaim as her daughter ran her fingertip over the bloated swell of one of her protruding nipples. “I think she wants you pretty bad…”

” Ilāhī Dåūd…don’t…please don’t, Baby…” Al Furqān Al Zahīr fussed, trying to hide her nipples behind her cupped hands.

But this only gave Ilāhī Dåūd time to find the dainty zipper between the cups of her bra and jerk it down.

“Oh, No!” Al Furqān Al Zahīr gasped as she felt her brassiere fly apart only held together by her hands.

As Al Furqān Al Zahīr fought to cover herself Al Furqān Al Zahīr heard me shuffle up behind the couch.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr helplessly watched me brush her hands aside and cup the smooth whiteness of her heavy udders in my strong Hindu hands.

“No… Durgesh …we can’t do this,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr pleaded as I gently kneaded her big Musalmān tits.

“Yes, yes, we can, Al Furqān Al Zahīr,” I whispered. “This is fate or destiny or whatever…it was meant to be…”

“36DD,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, holding up her Ammī’s brassiere and reading the tag. “I am jealous. Makes me want to hide my 34Cs.”

“Oh, no Ilāhī Dåūd, please,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr groaned, realizing that Ilāhī Dåūd had dropped her bra and was now unbuttoning her skirt.

Allaaaaaaaaaaah! God, Al Furqān Al Zahīr crazily thought to herself.
If Ilāhī Dåūd thought my brassiere was bad, what is Ilāhī Dåūd going to think about my crotchless panties? But I had to wear them! How else could I play with my Musalmān clit while I was driving?

“Oh, Ammī!” Ilāhī Dåūd exclaimed as Ilāhī Dåūd began to ease her short skirt down her Ammī’s long, shapely legs. “You are so…so naughty…”

Before Ilāhī Dåūd could catch herself, Al Furqān Al Zahīr raised her excellent Musalmān butt up off the couch, letting her skirt eased out from underneath her.

All three of us stared down at Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s lace trimmed panties.
The sheer, pink panties not only had lace-edged leg holes, but there was a lacy slit running up the very center of the panties.
And her furry muff was easily discernible through the thin material which was wetly sticking to her meaty extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.
And we all saw the wet, juices spreading out from her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, staining her panties and wetly clinging to her Musalmān skin.

“Wow, Durgesh, she is hot for you,” Ilāhī Dåūd declared, easing her fingers down under the waistband on her Ammī’s panties and pulling us down her legs. “Look at all that juice pouring out of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”

“This is so embarrassing,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr murmured, leaning forward as I peeled her blouse down off her shoulders.

Easing her Ammī’s dainty feet out of driving loafers Ilāhī Dåūd pulled her skirt and panties over her bare feet.

Once her blouse was off, I cupped her big, heavy Musalmān breasts in my Hindu hands and lovely squeezed and fondled them as Ilāhī Dåūd placed her hands on her Ammī’s smooth, white inner thighs.
Pushing her legs apart Ilāhī Dåūd reached down and drug a finger up the juice-filled valley between her Ammī’s thick, meaty extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.

“Oh…No…”Al Furqān Al Zahīr murmured as Ilāhī Dåūd leaned down and buried her nose in the fragrant bush of furry curls surrounding Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s mature yet still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

But that didn’t stop her hands from curling around behind Ilāhī Dåūd’s head and pulling her down into her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Just then, as Ilāhī Dåūd’s hot tongue found her Musalmān clit, Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt My big hard Uncut Hindu Lund flop down on the juncture where her neck and shoulder met.
Turning her head to the side Ilāhī Dåūd was able to wrap her lips around it from the side and work her tongue up and down a small portion of its shaft.

This awkward ballet continued for several Moments before Ilāhī Dåūd lifted her head.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, running her tongue over her juice-smeared lips.

“No…no…we can’t…we must stop,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr fussed slapping her legs together and stubbornly remaining on the couch.

Then, as Ilāhī Dåūd pushed up to her feet in front of her, I came waddling around from behind the couch, my giant Uncut Hindu Lund sticking straight out as it angrily slashed the air in front of me.

Then Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s eyes found it.

“Durgesh! What did you do? You don’t have any hair down there!” Al Furqān Al Zahīr exclaimed, staring at my denuded groin and balls.

” Ilāhī Dåūd did it,” I grinned cunningly, reaching down and curling my hand around my stiff Hindu peter. “Do you like it?”

“Allah, God…how could you let my own daughter do that to you?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr groaned, looking up at smiling Ilāhī Dåūd.

“I thought I did a nice job of it,” Ilāhī Dåūd said. “Didn’t nick him a single time.”

“It looks…looks…oh, this is all just too crazy,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr whined, unable to take her eyes off my hairless Hindu crotch.

Just then Ilāhī Dåūd leaned down and took hold of her Ammī’s arm at the same time I took hold of her other arm.
Pulling together, we quickly hauled her up to her feet as Al Furqān Al Zahīr futilely fought us.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr continued to struggle making her large, pendant Musalmān tits flounce and flop as we forcefully pulled her toward the bedroom.

“Please…we can’t…it’s wrong…so wrong,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr wailed as we approached the bed.

Then Al Furqān Al Zahīr found herself on her back looking up at Ilāhī Dåūd’s meaty extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips as they hovered above her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr could feel Ilāhī Dåūd’s knees denting the bed on each side of her head as the bed shuddered and Al Furqān Al Zahīr saw My big Uncut Hindu Lund slide down between her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face and Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Suddenly Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt Ilāhī Dåūd’s hot lips encircle her Musalmān clit as her daughter began to tongue and tickle it.

” Ilāhī Dåūdddddddddddd,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr murmured out as Ilāhī Dåūd’s hot, little tongue busily went about its intense task.

Then as her daughter hungrily devoured her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Musalmān clit, I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund down until its big, mauve head was resting on her ruby red lips.

“Suck it, dear,” I said, pressing it down onto her lips.

Obediently, she opened her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and slowly sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund inside while I eased it into her incalculably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Gently sucking on it, Al Furqān Al Zahīr ran her tongue up and down the ridged underside of my Uncut Hindu Lund while I held it still for her to play with.
Then I slowly backed it out of her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and tilted it upward, aiming its purple head at Ilāhī Dåūd’s waiting Musalmān snatch.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr watched on with sick fascination as I fitted the great barbed Hindu head between Ilāhī Dåūd’s juice-drenched extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.
Then with a soft grunt, I eased all eight plus inches of the monster into Ilāhī Dåūd’s oozing extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr couldn’t believe it as I slowly stroked my juice-slathered Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot only a couple of inches above her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face.
In fact, it was so close Al Furqān Al Zahīr could feel My big, dangling balls bump over her nose, mouth, and chin every time I pushed it in and drug it back out.
And Al Furqān Al Zahīr could smell her daughter’s musky Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān juices as they dripped down onto her chin, coating it with the sticky juice.

Then after a few strokes, I backed my wet, glistening Uncut Hindu Lund out of Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely hungry Musalmān snatch and pushed it down onto Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s full lips once again.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr opened her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund back inside it, running her Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān tongue over it and tasting her daughter’s sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān nectar.
The warm juices tasted of her daughter’s sex, her readiness, her femininity, and her womanhood.
Ilāhī Dåūd was right in that way Ilāhī Dåūd was no longer a child.
Ilāhī Dåūd was a woman now.
Ilāhī Dåūd was fruitful and fertile Musalmān woman having already produced one child and easily capable of producing a second.
The thought of Ilāhī Dåūd having My child filled her mind with chaos.
But somehow, in a sick, demented way Al Furqān Al Zahīr wanted it to happen.
Wanted her Live in relationship partner to have another child.
In Ilāhī Dåūd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womb.

Al Furqān Al Zahīr would do her part in the act Al Furqān Al Zahīr drunkenly thought.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr bring my Hindu seed up from my great, dangling Hindu balls and prepare it for its insertion into Ilāhī Dåūd’s waiting ardent Musalmān womb where it would grow and flourish.
But even as this wicked thought flashed through her mind Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt Ilāhī Dåūd’s insistent tongue driving her toward her Moment.
The Moment Al Furqān Al Zahīr would lose all control and her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body would take over.
Making her obey its will as it was filled with the profound joy and fulfillment of total gratification.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr could feel herself tensing, preparing for the final dash for the finish, but suddenly Ilāhī Dåūd’s relentless tongue lifted off her Musalmān clit.

“Whafffompphhhh,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr groaned out around My giant prod, trying to tell Ilāhī Dåūd not to stop.

“Durgesh…come fuck her…she’s ready to come…fuck her and let me watch,” Ilāhī Dåūd blurted out, rolling off her Ammī.

With a sneering smile, I jerked my Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s mouth and quickly scrambled down between her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs.
Sliding my arms under her long legs, I hefted them up and shoved them against her heaving Musalmān tits, baring her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, vulnerably exposing it to my Hindu attack.

Then I felt Ilāhī Dåūd’s hot naughty insistent Musalmān fingers on my Uncut Hindu Lund, holding it and aiming it down at the wet, meaty Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān hole between Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s legs.

“Fuck!” I grunted, jerking my Hindu hips forward and ripping my Uncut Hindu Lund down into her clutching extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot all the way up to its hairless Hindu hilt.

“Fuck her, Durgesh…fuck her…fuck her hard,” Ilāhī Dåūd giggled out, lying beside us, her eyes glued on our union as I began to fuck her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Zahīr, with deepest, hammering blows.

Ilāhī Dåūd was so close to where our bodies were slapping together, her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face was getting splattered with the wet juices flying out of her Ammī’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
Flicking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān tongue out, Ilāhī Dåūd ran it around her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, tasting her Ammī’s sex.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah, God…Yessssssss,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr hissed, thrusting herself back at me as she threw her head back and clenched her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes shut.

Arching her back Al Furqān Al Zahīr shoved her big, undulating Musalmān tits up against my Hindu chest as I sought out her open extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with mine.
Grunting out our effort, we hungrily kissed as we fucked.

Fascinated with the sheer ecstasy of it all Ilāhī Dåūd gawked on at her copulating Ammī.
But Ilāhī Dåūd had primed her Ammī too well and within a matter of Moments Ilāhī Dåūd saw the muscles around her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot begin to contract and relax in spastic rhythm.

Her Ammī was making groaning, moaning sounds she began to shake and shudder, digging her fingernails down into My bounding back.
Sensing her orgasm, I plunged my Uncut Hindu Lund into her as deepest as it would go and held it there as I let her ride out her climax on my imbedded Uncut Hindu Lund.

Ilāhī Dåūd could see the river of juice pouring out of her Ammī’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as it flowed out, coating my big, dangling balls with the sticky juices.
There was so much of the stuff, it was actually dripping off my balls down onto the bed sheets.

Finally, with one last shuddering shiver, her Ammī began to melt back down onto the bed.

As Al Furqān Al Zahīr did Ilāhī Dåūd reached out and cupped my drenched balls in the palm of her hand.

“Me, Durgesh…give me your juice…put it in me and make another baby,” Ilāhī Dåūd babbled, giving us a gentle squeeze before rolling over onto her back and throwing her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs apart.

“Yessss… Durgesh, her…fuck her…” Al Furqān Al Zahīr mumbled as I eagerly dropped her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs and moved out from between her legs.

Shuffling across the tangle of extremely beautiful Musalmān female legs, I quickly made my way up between Ilāhī Dåūd’s widespread Musalmān legs with my wet, juice-slathered Uncut Hindu Lund anxiously bobbing up and down below me.
Then, to my immense pleasant surprise, I felt Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s Musalmān fingers on it, aiming it and guiding it down to her daughter, Ilāhī Dåūd’s, waiting extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
Then, just as I had done with Al Furqān Al Zahīr, I slipped my arms under Ilāhī Dåūd’s shapely Musalmān legs and hoisted them up into the air, forcing them down onto her Musalmān tits.

Finding the juice-slickened opening of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely lovely Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with the rounded tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund, I gave out a loud grunt and slammed all eight-plus inches of my monstrous Uncut Hindu Lund down into her.
As it had been with her Ammī, Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was deep and wide, able to accommodate to my mammoth Uncut Hindu Lund, taking it inside her without pain or discomfort.
Yet, at the same time, the muscles encircling the opening of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely lovely Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot were was still strong and tight.
An attribute that her Ammī must have passed onto her…But the Assalāt exercises Ilāhī Dåūd religiously performed every day didn’t hurt.

Ilāhī Dåūd’s curvaceous calves were rubbing against my Hindu chest, the crooks of her trim ankles hooked over my shoulder with her dainty feet arched to point her toes as I pounded my Uncut Hindu Lund into her with fevered Hindu eagerness.

Watching her Hindu Live in relationship partner fuck her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān daughter, Al Furqān Al Zahīr reached out and ran her hand over my bounding Hindu buttocks, gently tickling it with her fingernails.
How could this be happening, Al Furqān Al Zahīr drunkenly wondered.

Chapter 30
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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


Just Eighteen Just Adult:28

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 28

Durgesh Ilāhī Dåūd
Durgesh Al Furqān Al Zahīr

Brushing my hands away Ilāhī Dåūd grasped one of her big Musalmān tits between her hands and gently began to squeeze on her breast.

As Ilāhī Dåūd did it, a spray of milk squirted out, painting my face with a speckling of drops of white milk.

“Don’t waste it, it’s too precious,” I complained, leaning down and quickly sucking the spraying nipple into my mouth.

“Ummmm…ummmm…ummmm…” I murmured out around her breast as I sucked and pulled on it with my lips and mouth.

Ilāhī Dåūd felt another tingle tickle through her breast and nipple as her thick milk began to pour out into my sucking mouth.
Trying not to dislodge my mouth, Ilāhī Dåūd reached down and curled her fist around my jutting Uncut Hindu Lund.
Squeezing and pulling on my Uncut Hindu Lund with one hand Ilāhī Dåūd wrapped her other hand around the back of my head and pulled me against her tit.

After several Moments, I reluctantly lifted my mouth away from her breast, leaving her milk-coated nipple gently bobbling.
Leaning forward, I covered her full, red lips with my milky white lips.
Ilāhī Dåūd could taste her milk as I drove my tongue down into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, exploring it with inquisitive probing.
Suddenly Ilāhī Dåūd felt herself wanting to take me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Take me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and suck out my next load of thick, juicy cum.
Suck it out and swallow my gift to her this time.

Raising her hands up to my Hindu chest Ilāhī Dåūd gave me a little push as our mouths parted.

“Durgesh, I want to suck your Uncut Hindu Lund,” Ilāhī Dåūd panted, squeezing my Uncut Hindu Lund roughly. “I want to suck your Uncut Hindu Lund and suck out its creamy Hindu cum. Suck it out and swallow your sweet Hindu cream.”

“Eīshān! Oh, God Ilāhī Dåūd,” I groaned, reaching down and sweeping her up into my muscular Hindu arms for the second time.

Staggering across the room, I struggled into the bedroom and unceremoniously dumped her down onto the bed.
Ilāhī Dåūd scrambled around, stretching out across the bed until her head was draped down over the edge of the bed on one side and her stiletto heels dangled off over the other edge of the bed.
Now, with her neck tilted back like it was Ilāhī Dåūd could take my Uncut Hindu Lund straight down into her esophagus…Ilāhī Dåūd could deep throat me…deep throat me and take my giant Uncut Hindu Lund into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and throat…

“Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd asked, looking up at me as I stepped up, my giant Uncut Hindu Lund bobbing up and down above her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face.

“What?” I asked impatiently.

“Does Ammī ever deep throat you?” Ilāhī Dåūd lecherously smiled.

“Eīshān! Oh, God, Child,” I groaned, unable to answer her.

Looking up, Ilāhī Dåūd ran her eyes over the underside of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Studying it Ilāhī Dåūd could see the slight scar encircling it from my Uncut Hindu Lund and the bulging, rounded ridge of flesh running the length of the underside of my Uncut Hindu Lund, all the way from my big, dangling balls in our fleshy, wrinkled sac up to the arrow shaped junction where the shaft of my giant Uncut Hindu Lund intruded up into the smooth roundness of my Uncut Hindu Lund head.
Flicking out her tongue Ilāhī Dåūd slowly licked up the twitching, bobbling barrel of my Uncut Hindu Lund ending with her tongue on the cleft where the shaft joined the head.
Flicking her tongue back and forth across the sensitive breach Ilāhī Dåūd watched my Uncut Hindu Lund flinch and jump.
Finally, Ilāhī Dåūd reached up and lazily bent my Uncut Hindu Lund down until the smooth, purple head rested on her full, red Musalmān lips.
Opening her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth wider Ilāhī Dåūd sensuously sucked it into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with an obscenely loud slurp.

“Fuck!” I muttered as Ilāhī Dåūd tilted her head back farther and let me slide my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Reaching around behind me Ilāhī Dåūd dug her fingernails down into the quivering flesh of my ass-cheeks.
Pulling me back, she eased my Uncut Hindu Lund backwards and then pulled it back into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth until its big head gently nudged up against the opening of her throat.
Giving out a soft, little gag Ilāhī Dåūd pushed me back and sucked in a deep breath around the thick shaft of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Then Ilāhī Dåūd pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
But this time, when my Uncut Hindu Lund head thudded into the opening of her throat Ilāhī Dåūd didn’t stop.
Gagging, fighting back the urge to spill her guts, she jerked on my ass, pulling me forward and sending my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding down into her throat.
Once my Uncut Hindu Lund was past the opening of her throat, the gag reflex diminished as Ilāhī Dåūd swallowed and let her throat muscles clutch and clench down around the imbedded Hindu monster.

“Eīshān,” I blathered out as Ilāhī Dåūd swallowed again and again.

At last Ilāhī Dåūd pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund back out of her throat and kept going until it bobbed above her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face dripping her own spit down onto her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face.

“Did that feel juiced, Durgesh?” Ilāhī Dåūd grinned up at me, running the tip of her pink Musalmān tongue over her lips.

“Child, you’re going to make me have a heart attack,” I groaned, leaning down and trying to fit the evil, barbed tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund back down into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Ignoring my Uncut Hindu Lund for a Moment Ilāhī Dåūd pulled me forward until the wrinkled sac holding my big testicles was dangling down onto her lips.
Opening her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth Ilāhī Dåūd slowly sucked both of my balls into her hot, sucking mouth.
Now her nose was buried in the crack of my ass as Ilāhī Dåūd ran her tongue over the fleshy sac, licking and lapping at my balls for several long Moments before Ilāhī Dåūd let us slither out from between her lips.
Then pulling me farther yet Ilāhī Dåūd slowly spread the cheeks of my ass apart and tickled her tongue over the protrusion of my puckered asshole.

“Eīshān!” I gasped, spreading my legs and easing my butt down further so Ilāhī Dåūd could get the tip of her tongue inside my asshole.

Rounding her tongue Ilāhī Dåūd dug it up into my asshole as my big, dangling balls rubbed against the bottom of her chin and my big Uncut Hindu Lund lay between her flattened breasts.
Pushing her tongue in and out of my anus Ilāhī Dåūd could feel my big Uncut Hindu Lund jump every time Ilāhī Dåūd pushed it in.
At last Ilāhī Dåūd dug her fingernails into my ass and letting her tongue slip out of my asshole Ilāhī Dåūd pulled me back.
Ilāhī Dåūd felt my spit-covered balls drag across her chin, then her lips, up her nose and onto her forehead as the head of my long Uncut Hindu Lund finally found her lips.
Opening her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, she quickly sucked it in and pulled on it with her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and lips.
Ilāhī Dåūd could taste my salty pre-cum as it oozed out of my Uncut Hindu Lund and dribbled down onto her tongue.
Then, guiding me deeper into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with one hand Ilāhī Dåūd smiled at me.
I was in her so fast Ilāhī Dåūd didn’t even have a chance to gag as I began to pound my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth like a madman.

Ilāhī Dåūd saw my big balls scrunching up against my pistoning Uncut Hindu Lund foretelling an eruption any Moment.

Suddenly, without any further warning Ilāhī Dåūd felt me shove my giant Uncut Hindu Lund down into her throat as far as it would go.
Buried deep in her throat, it gave a powerful lurch and spewed out a gush of thick, warm Hindu cum straight into her throat.
Feeling the first fiery spurt, she jerked me back until the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund popped out of her throat and into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Ilāhī Dåūd wanted to taste me…taste my syrupy Hindu semen…taste the essence of her own being…taste my Hindu cum….

A second fiery gush splashed out onto her tongue, coating it with thick, sappy juice.
It tasted of me…and bananas…and salt…and sex and even wine Ilāhī Dåūd giddily thought as she quickly swallowed it.
My Hindu cum tasted different from Åbbās Naåīm’s cum.
It was more earthy…more robust…somehow, strangely more masculine.
And Ilāhī Dåūd loved the taste, hungrily devouring it as it came pouring out of my twitching, jerking Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was like the fountain of youth, making her feel like Ilāhī Dåūd was thirteen again.
Now Ilāhī Dåūd wanted me to come in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth…come in her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…come in her gorgeous glamorous big heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī white Musalmān ass…come on her excellent Musalmān breasts…come in her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face…shoot my load out onto her belly so Ilāhī Dåūd could feel its fiery touch.
Ilāhī Dåūd wanted me to come so much Ilāhī Dåūd could bathe in its fiery heat.
But Ilāhī Dåūd wasn’t thirteen any more…

Finally, with a gasping grunt, I was finished.
I had given my best.
My orgasm had lasted for at least forever Ilāhī Dåūd happily thought.
As I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her cum-coated Musalmān mouth, Ilāhī Dåūd reveled in the lingering taste of my manly essence as Ilāhī Dåūd ran her tongue around the inside of her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, gathering what was left of my Hindu eruption.
Savoring the last piquant thimbleful of my gelatinous juice Ilāhī Dåūd slowly swallowed it as Ilāhī Dåūd would a fine wine…
I was still asleep, softly snoring as Ilāhī Dåūd groggily greeted the day.
Wondering if I was dreaming Ilāhī Dåūd saw that my hand was resting on one of her Musalmān breasts.
It had been such a wonderful day and night, surpassing even her wildest dreams.
We had made wild, passionate love all night long.
Until we were both so physically and emotionally drained, we had to stop so that we could recharge our batteries.

Glancing down at her watch Ilāhī Dåūd was surprised to see that it was already eleven o’clock.
Reaching down Ilāhī Dåūd delicately grasped my hand and gently lifted it off her breast.
Looking to see if I had woke, Ilāhī Dåūd put my hand on the bed beside me when Ilāhī Dåūd saw I hadn’t.
Slowly crawling out of the bed Ilāhī Dåūd tiptoed out of the bedroom and out into the main room.
Seeing that there were still a few coals from last night’s fire, she quickly added more wood and soon had a nice, cheery fire going once again.
Going over to the tiny refrigerator, she quickly gathered up the makings of breakfast and put them out by the stove.
Then, returning to the fire Ilāhī Dåūd gathered up a few small logs and hurried back to shove them in the cook stove.
Then, adding more wood Ilāhī Dåūd watched the flames weave and spiral as they grew hotter.
Waiting for the stove to become hot enough to cook on Ilāhī Dåūd stepped over to the window and looked out.

The fog, seemingly realizing that it was no longer needed to guard the cabin had retreated back up into the woods, leaving them unguarded and vulnerable to attack Ilāhī Dåūd thought.
But Ilāhī Dåūd also saw that it seemed to be reforming, as if to once again stand guard for them as we spent the day making soft, tender love.

Quickly stepping back over to the stove, Ilāhī Dåūd began to prepare breakfast.
Concentrating on the task at hand Ilāhī Dåūd was unaware of the ghostly figure sneaking up behind her until it wrapped its arms around her and pulled her to it.

“Eeeek,” Ilāhī Dåūd squealed out as Ilāhī Dåūd felt lips kissing their way up her neck to her ear. “Durgesh, you scared me. You’re going to have to stop doing that…”

“And you were expecting?” I laughed, cupping her bare Musalmān breasts in my Hindu hands.

“You shouldn’t go lurking about, frightening little girls like that,” Ilāhī Dåūd giggled.

“There’s only one little girl that I intend to frighten,” I said, hugging her tightly as I fondled her big Musalmān breasts. “And she’s not so little anymore, either…”

“Oh, Durgesh, you’re so silly,” Ilāhī Dåūd laughed.

“How do you do it, woman?” I asked, stepping back and turning her around with my hands.

“Do what?” Ilāhī Dåūd asked me with a questioning smile on her lips.

“Jump out of bed, not even look at makeup and still end up the most beautiful rose in the garden?”

“Now you are being silly, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd snickered, pointing to the table. “Sit you butt down over there and let your recent new young Musalmān wife, myself I mean, finish breakfast so we can take up where we left off last night…”

“My pleasure,” I grinned, stumbling back over to the table and sitting down.

Breakfast came and went in a flurry of kisses, touches, gropes and other sexually explicit gestures…

“Think I’ll shave…if you don’t mind,” I grinned, pushing my emptied plate away from me. “I don’t want my bristly beard to scratch any of your delicate parts.”

“I don’t mind…if you let me watch,” Ilāhī Dåūd smiled, running her hand over to my thigh and giving it a familiar squeeze.

Quickly stacking the dishes in the sink Ilāhī Dåūd then followed me into the tiny bathroom.

I lathered up my face and as Ilāhī Dåūd watched, swiftly shaved.
Moments later, my face was clean-shaven.

“Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd grinned, stepping up to me and reaching down to my droopy Uncut Hindu Lund as I toweled off the last of the foam.

“Yes, Sweets?” I asked expectantly, flipping the towel over my shoulder and reaching for my aftershave.

“Can I shave you?” Ilāhī Dåūd demurely asked while I splashed out aftershave into my hand and quickly spread it over my face.

“But, I”ve, I’ve already shaved,” I smiled.

“Ummmm, what is the name of your aftershave?” Ilāhī Dåūd asked, sniffing the air.

“English Leather,” I told her. “Why? Do you like it?”

“Yes. I love it,” Ilāhī Dåūd purred. “It reminds me of you. You’ve always smelled this way. This is the way I will always remember you smelling.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I said, “but what did you mean? You want to shave me? Again? I just shaved!”

“No…silly…down here,” Ilāhī Dåūd laughed, giving my Uncut Hindu Lund a suggestive squeeze. “Shave off your hair down here. I think it would be so sexy seeing your big, beautiful Uncut Hindu Lund sticking out without any hair around it…Don’t you?”
“Uh…uh…yeah, I guess so,” I muttered, looking down at her hand wrapped around my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund. “But, your Ammī…what will, Ilāhī Dåūd, she think?”

“What do you mean?” Ilāhī Dåūd asked.

“I come up for a couple of days with you,” I said, “and I come back without any hair down there? Don’t you think, Ilāhī Dåūd, she might be a little suspicious?”

“Just tell her that you got to feeling frisky, what with being away from her and all,” Ilāhī Dåūd smiled mischievously, reaching for the razor, “And you decided to surprise her with the new you!”

“Uh…oh…uh…okay…I guess,” I grunted as Ilāhī Dåūd gave me a gentle push, propelling me over to the toilet. “I just hope we don’t get into trouble for this.”

Reaching around behind me Ilāhī Dåūd lowered the toilet lid and pushed me down onto it.

“Scoot forward,” she ordered me, “and dangle those big balls of yours over the edge. Then spread your legs so I can get at them.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I smirked, scooting forward and spreading my legs apart.

“Yeah, like that,” Ilāhī Dåūd giggled lying the razor down and picking up the aerosol can of shaving cream as she eased down onto her knees between my legs.

Looking down at her with the subtlest of grins on my lips, I watched her squirt out a big dollop of the white foam on the tips of her fingers, then return the can back to the sink.

Like a little girl with a new toy Ilāhī Dåūd scissored my dangling Uncut Hindu Lund between two fingers and slowly lifted it.
Then Ilāhī Dåūd began to spread the frothy foam all over and around the hairy base of my slowly hardening Uncut Hindu Lund.
Taking her time, seemingly enjoying her task Ilāhī Dåūd finally finished there and moved to my balls where Ilāhī Dåūd spread what was left of the shaving cream over the wrinkled sac of flesh that held my big, cum-producing testicles.

“Uh-oh, I think he’s waking up,” Ilāhī Dåūd whispered, squeezing my energizing Uncut Hindu Lund between her fingers.

“I wonder why?” I said, reaching out and running my fingers through her long, brown hair as Ilāhī Dåūd picked up the razor again.

“I could never guess,” Ilāhī Dåūd laughed softly, setting about her labor of love with eager anticipation.

Carefully running the sharp razor over my hairy belly and groin Ilāhī Dåūd soon had it baby-butt hairless.

“It looks better,” I smiled, staring down at my now almost fully hardened Uncut Hindu Lund jutting out of my cleanly-shaven Hindu groin.

“I think it looks pretty,” Ilāhī Dåūd giggled. “And now we’ll take care of my two friends. It’s funny, but they seem to be always hanging around with your Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Fine! But be careful with them,” I told her. “I’ve grown quite fond of them over the years.”

“I’ve found them quite entertaining, too, as of late,” Ilāhī Dåūd purred, releasing my Uncut Hindu Lund and taking hold of my slippery ball sac with the tips of her fingers.

Pulling the skin tight Ilāhī Dåūd moved it one way and then another as Ilāhī Dåūd delicately raked the cutting edge of the razor over it until Moments later Ilāhī Dåūd had removed every last hair from my dangling Hindu balls.

“There,” Ilāhī Dåūd smiled, slowly easing my clean-shaven balls back down between my Hindu thighs. “All done!”

“Feels fine,” I muttered.

Grabbing the towel off my shoulder Ilāhī Dåūd wet the tip of a corner and began to wipe away the small amount of remaining foam.

“Let me put some aftershave on it,” Ilāhī Dåūd smiled. “Then I can smell it while I’m sucking on your pretty Uncut Hindu Lund.”

My Uncut Hindu Lund twitched at the suggestion of her sucking on it.

“Oh, did that excite Durgesh?” Ilāhī Dåūd snickered, leaning down and sucking the purpling head of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

“Eīshān! God, Ilāhī Dåūd! I think maybe you’re too much for an old man like me,” I groaned, my hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, seeking to push my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper into her sucking Musalmān mouth.
“You are never old.” Ilāhī Dåūd said proudly, “Even Just Eighteen Just Adult of us Musalmān Beauties are crazy to fuck you, our Hindu Kħasam,”

Gently biting her sharp teeth down just below the flared edge of my Uncut Hindu Lund head Ilāhī Dåūd gave it a playful nip before letting it ooze out from between her full lips.

Getting to her feet Ilāhī Dåūd pulled me up and tossed the towel on the toilet.

“Let’s go try me out,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, curling her fist around my Uncut Hindu Lund and gently tugging me toward the bedroom.

Quickly crawling onto the bed, Ilāhī Dåūd rolled over onto her back as I leaned down to follow her onto the bed.

“Wait…let me look,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, staring at my bobbing Uncut Hindu Lund sticking out at her from its smooth launching pad. “You…you look so buff!”

“Thank you,” I snickered, letting her gawk at me for a few more seconds before I crawled up between her outstretched Musalmān legs.

Running her fingers of the smooth skin Ilāhī Dåūd grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund and pushed it down to her waiting extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Eīshān!” I groaned, leaning down into her and easing my big Uncut Hindu Lund down into the juice-slickened Musalmān hole…

Busily occupied in our ashvinātam coupling, neither of us saw or heard the big, two-eyed monster slowly easing its way along the path in the ever-thickening fog.
The fog swirled around it as it crept along at a snail’s pace until it finally stopped in front of the cabin.
Then with a soft shudder, it stopped purring as its two big eyes blinked shut.
Then, as the fog clutched and ran its misty tendrils over the monster, a door opened in its side and Al Furqān Al Zahīr looked out into the swirling fog.
She sat for a few Moments just looking before unfolding and pushing out of the warm insides into the cold embrace of the wispy fog.

Strange fog Al Furqān Al Zahīr told herself, pulling her overnighter out behind her.

Al Furqān Al Zahīr had only brought one other change of clothes and her sexiest nightie, hoping I was in the mood because Al Furqān Al Zahīr had been chafing and playing with herself the whole drive up.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr didn’t know why Al Furqān Al Zahīr was so horny…I’d only been gone for one night.
But Al Furqān Al Zahīr was hornier than she had been in a long time.
Hope I can keep from jumping my bones right in front of Ilāhī Dåūd…

Closing the door Al Furqān Al Zahīr started for the cabin.

Chapter 29
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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


Just Eighteen Just Adult:27

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 27

Durgesh Ilāhī Dåūd

This was different, Ilāhī Dåūd giddily thought.
As a child, I hadn’t asked her to pull down her panties.

“Yes, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd muttered standing before me with her panties wrapped around her ankles, her hairless extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot staring me in the face.

“Oh, oh, Ilāhī Dåūd is a really bad girl,” her Durgesh declared, staring at her cleanly shaven extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot . “Ilāhī Dåūd has shaved all the hair off her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Just like sluts do. Ilāhī Dåūd is so bad!”

“Yes…yes…Durgesh, Ilāhī Dåūd is a very bad girl,” Ilāhī Dåūd whispered.

“Now, since Ilāhī Dåūd is so bad, what do you think Durgesh should do to teach her to not be bad?” I asked her with a lecherous smile playing across my lips.

Suddenly, it all snapped together for Ilāhī Dåūd.

“Ilāhī Dåūd needs to be spanked, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured. “Durgesh needs to spank Ilāhī Dåūd and teach her what is right!”

She remembered that when Ilāhī Dåūd was a child, My choice of discipline had always been spanking.
Whenever Ilāhī Dåūd would err, I would call her into my den and tell her what Ilāhī Dåūd had done wrong and ask her what Ilāhī Dåūd thought I should do.
Knowing that Ilāhī Dåūd was going to get a spanking anyway, Ilāhī Dåūd would always tell me a spanking.
Then, even from the age of six, the routine would be the same.
I would tell her to bend over my lap with her Musalmān butt thrust up in the air.
Then I would spank her with my hand for the number of times I felt the crime warranted.
This had gone on until Ilāhī Dåūd was thirteen.
Then one day, after Ilāhī Dåūd had purposefully misbehaved so I would give her another spanking, I called her into my den and told her to bend down over my legs.
Ilāhī Dåūd had and I was about to spank her, but on that fateful day, her Ammī had interrupted the discipline session.
And her Ammī had told me that perhaps it was time to find another mode of discipline as Ilāhī Dåūd was getting a little big to receive such punishment.

I had given in to her Ammī’s wishes and that was the last of the spankings…Until today, Ilāhī Dåūd giddily thought.

“Ilāhī Dåūd is right! Ilāhī Dåūd needs a spanking to teach her right from wrong…Bend over, Ilāhī Dåūd,” I ordered snapping her out of her reverie.

“Yes, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, leaning down over my legs, her belly resting on my thighs.

Ilāhī Dåūd could feel her big Musalmān tits dangling down beside my Hindu male thighs as I rested my hand on her back, forcing her down onto my legs.

Then, as , Ilāhī Dåūd looked down at her excellent Musalmān breasts, Ilāhī Dåūd saw that her excitement had caused them to start dripping milk.

Then Ilāhī Dåūd felt the first smack of my Hindu palm on her big, round Musalmān butt.
Ilāhī Dåūd was surprised.
The slap, if one could call it that was more of a caress than a spank.
It hardly stung at all.

But the second and third were delivered with a little more force, reddening the smooth Musalmān skin of her gorgeous glamorous big heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī white Musalmān ass.

“Harder, Durgesh, harder,” Ilāhī Dåūd complained, thrusting her gorgeous glamorous big heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī white Musalmān ass higher up in the air. “Ilāhī Dåūd is a bad, bad girl for sucking on your Uncut Hindu Lund like that.”

The next two pops really stung as I left the imprint of my hand on the perfectly smooth Musalmān skin of her gorgeous glamorous big heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī white Musalmān ass.

“Now can Ilāhī Dåūd be a good little girl?” Ilāhī Dåūd heard me ask for what seemed to be the thousandth time as that was the way I always ended the sessions.

“Yes-Yes, Durgesh!” Ilāhī Dåūd giggled, pushing herself up off my legs. “Ilāhī Dåūd will be a good girl. Now can Ilāhī Dåūd suck on your Uncut Hindu Lund again? Suck on it and make Durgesh come in Ilāhī Dåūd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth?”

“NO!” I growled.

“No? Why not, Durgesh? Doesn’t Durgesh like for Ilāhī Dåūd to suck on his pee-pee?” Ilāhī Dåūd asked, a questioning frown on her face.

“Yes…yes, Durgesh likes Ilāhī Dåūd to suck on my pee…my Uncut Hindu Lund! But Durgesh wants to put my Uncut Hindu Lund in Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…put my Uncut Hindu Lund in Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and give Ilāhī Dåūd a baby,” I grunted.

“Durgesh wants to make a baby in Ilāhī Dåūd’s belly?” Ilāhī Dåūd asked, her mind churning with the fiery implications of what I had said.

I wanted to give her a child.
Another child.
But one created out of our ashvinātam communion.

“Oh, Durgesh! You want to give me your child?” Ilāhī Dåūd clamored, like a child finding the gift Ilāhī Dåūd had always wanted on Eīdul Fitr.

“Our child, Ilāhī Dåūd,” I told her, standing and pulling into my arms. “Our child…”

“Oh, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd was barely able to gush out before my mouth covered hers.

A BABY! I wanted to give her a baby, Ilāhī Dåūd feverishly thought as we hungrily kissed.
A baby…our baby…our child!
It would be our way of thumbing our nose at the world.
It would be our baby and no one would know.
Everyone would think it was Åbbās Naåīm’s. Yet, we would know. Ilāhī Dåūd and I would know. Know that is was ours.
Our proof of the ashvinātam bond we had created on this day of guiltless sin.

Finally, we broke the kiss.

Quickly dropping to her knees at my feet, Ilāhī Dåūd groveled before me, slipping my shoes off.
Fumbling with my socks, Ilāhī Dåūd hurriedly jerked us off and as I lifted one foot, Ilāhī Dåūd pulled my pants and shorts off over it.
Then lifting my other foot, I let her finish the task of undressing me as I had already pulled my shirt off and thrown it on the couch.
“Oh, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured, grabbing hold of my jutting Uncut Hindu Lund and quickly sucking it into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“No! NO!” I growled, reaching down and pushing her head back, disengaging her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth from my stiff Hindu prick. “In your extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…I must come in your extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…Make a baby in your belly…give you my child…our child.”

“Yes, Durgesh…Ilāhī Dåūd gushed, pulling herself to her feet and stepping out of her panties. “Fuck Ilāhī Dåūd…fuck Ilāhī Dåūd and make Ilāhī Dåūd pregnant…with your baby…with our baby…”

Like two teenagers on our honeymoon, we clambered over to the cabin’s only bedroom, Ilāhī Dåūd’s high heels clopping loudly on the floor.

Just before we got to the door, I bent down and swept her up into my arms.
Symbolically, I carried her across the threshold and gently dumped her down onto the waiting bed.

Like we were spring-loaded, her legs flew apart, opening herself to me completely as Ilāhī Dåūd scooted back to the center of the bed.
In a heartbeat, I was over her on my hands and knees, crawling up between her outstretched Musalmān legs, my giant Uncut Hindu Lund impatiently bobbing up and down above her vulnerable Musalmān womanhood.

THIS IS IT, Ilāhī Dåūd giddily thought, frantically reaching for my giant Uncut Hindu Lund and bending it down toward her drooling extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
I was going to fuck her…finally!
Fuck her and give her my baby!
What could be any more dementedly intense than that?
Other than the fact, Ilāhī Dåūd wanted me to do it?

Pushing the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund, which looked almost as large as a big, purple tennis-ball down between the gorged lips of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , Ilāhī Dåūd fitted it on the opening of her juice-slickened Musalmān vagina.

“Push it in, Durgesh…push your big Uncut Hindu Lund into Ilāhī Dåūd’s little extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…make a baby in Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!” she babbled, thrusting herself against me and trying to get my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.

“Ilāhī Dåūddddddddd,” I groaned, dipping my hips and sliding my entire Uncut Hindu Lund down into the sucking Musalmān hole between her widespread legs.

“Oh, Durgesh…you’re fucking me…your fucking Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with your big, handsome Uncut Hindu Lund,” she jabbered, kicking her legs up into the air, wrapping her smooth Musalmān thighs around my Hindu male waist and locking her ankles together.

“Eīshān! Oh, God, my Baby,” I said as my hips began to fly back and forth with wild abandon, while my Uncut Hindu Lund ravaged her clutching, sucking extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

Ilāhī Dåūd had never been fucked with such passion…such naked emotion.
Not even on her wedding night with Åbbās Naåīm.
Although her first time with Åbbās Naåīm had been a glorious, fiery crescendo of excitement, this was so different.
This was a wild fire.
A wild fire, burning totally out of control.
Burning through our bodies and souls, leaving total devastation in its wake as our bodies clashed together like battling titans.

My giant Uncut Hindu Lund ravaged her vulnerability.
Plundering her sacred mosque, desecrating it and stealing Innocence and purity.
I and my Uncut Hindu Lund were now totally without conscience.

As my Uncut Hindu Lund reamed her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, it was splattering her thick, gooey juices all over my Hindu thighs, mixing with the sweat that was pouring off me.
And as her big Musalmān tits sloshed up and down, milk was flying from them, coating my Hindu chest with its whiteness where if dripped back down onto her flopping Musalmān tits.
Now we were both covered in a milky froth from the waist up while the juice flowing from her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was also being churned into a juicy mess down below.

I couldn’t last much longer, Ilāhī Dåūd feverishly told herself as Ilāhī Dåūd felt her own release rapidly forming down inside the clutching core of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
Tensing her muscles, Ilāhī Dåūd thrust herself back at me, meeting my every savage down Hindu stroke with an equally reckless up Musalmān stroke of her own.
The loud, wet slap of our bodies that filled her ears, somehow sickly reminded her of the spankings Ilāhī Dåūd had received at the hands of the man who was now fucking her.
Her Durgesh…and now her lover.

My breath was now coming in gasping pants as I frantically rocked back and forth above her.

“FUCKKKKkkkkkk!” I suddenly gasped out as my back arched, driving my Uncut Hindu Lund down into her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as deepest as it would go.

“Yesssssssss!” Ilāhī Dåūd hissed out, thrusting herself against me, grinding her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot up against my Hindu groin as it sucked on the imbedded barb.

Then Ilāhī Dåūd felt it.
My Uncut Hindu Lund gave a mighty lurch and Ilāhī Dåūd felt a thick, hot gush of my Hindu cum spew out into her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I was coming in her.
I was giving her our baby.
Suddenly, Ilāhī Dåūd was drowning in a wash of pure ecstasy as her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body spasmed and shook.
The beast buried down inside the sheath of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot kicked and kicked as it spurted out what seemed like gallons of my lethal Hindu semen into her hungry, all-consuming extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Clenching her tight extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot down around my spewing Hindu giant, Ilāhī Dåūd sucked out my pearly load of cum as it poured out into her like a river of sperm-filled semen.
Staring up at me, Ilāhī Dåūd saw that my eyes were squeezed shut as tears leaked out of them and ran down my cheeks.

“Eīshān! Oh-God-oh-God-oh-God!” I gasped out as my Uncut Hindu Lund kept pumping out more and more Hindu cum into her convulsing extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

I must have had gallons of the juicy cream stored inside my big, dangling balls, Ilāhī Dåūd dizzily thought.
But that was her last rational thought as her brain ceased to function, fried by the fiery passion sparking through it.

Ilāhī Dåūd didn’t know how long it had lasted, but it seemed like hours when at last, Ilāhī Dåūd felt my Uncut Hindu Lund’s final, little twitch as the last drops of my pearly Hindu semen trickled out into her overflowing extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Finally, my teary eyes opened and I looked down at her.
Ilāhī Dåūd had never seen such a look of love as the passion of the moment flowed between us.
Then I leaned down and slowly licked up her milk-covered breast leaving a trail of bare skin behind it.
Then I slowly eased my Hindu cum-slathered Uncut Hindu Lund back down the juice-filled channel of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
At last, with a sick, wet slurp, it slithered out of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot followed by a gush of thick, white juice.

“Tired…so tired,” I murmured as Ilāhī Dåūd stretched her arm out so Ilāhī Dåūd could cradle me to her breast as I dropped down beside her.

Pulling me to her breast, Ilāhī Dåūd watched my lips find her leaking nipple and slowly suck it inside my mouth.
Ilāhī Dåūd could feel the flow of milk start as her breast began to tingle.
Cradling my head in her arm, Ilāhī Dåūd pulled me to her as I suckled her breast, pulling its milky treasure from it.
Ilāhī Dåūd had never felt such love for any man as Ilāhī Dåūd watched me gently suck out her creamy milk.
After a few moments, Ilāhī Dåūd saw that a white, frothy coating of milk covered my lips as I consumed her milk.
But Ilāhī Dåūd felt the strength of my sucking weaken until it stopped altogether as I fell asleep.
Her puffy, oozing nipple slowly reappeared as it slipped out from between my lips.

Ilāhī Dåūd lay listening to my soft snores for several moments before Ilāhī Dåūd slowly eased her arm out from under me and put my head down on the bed.
I made some intelligible mumble but continued to sleep as Ilāhī Dåūd sat up and dropped her shoes down onto the floor.
Quickly, Ilāhī Dåūd reached down, pulled the covers over me and tip-toed out of the room.

Stepping over to the couch, Ilāhī Dåūd picked up her kimono and slipped it on.
Then Ilāhī Dåūd warmed herself in front of the fire as Ilāhī Dåūd thought back on what had just happened…

I had just fucked her.
Fucked her and implanted her with my Hindu seed.
Somehow, she knew that the seed had already began to grow inside her.
My baby was forming inside her.
Forming itself into a baby.
What would it be Ilāhī Dåūd sickly wondered?
A boy like me?
Which would it be?
Whichever Ilāhī Dåūd thought Ilāhī Dåūd would love it more than ever.
It was my gift to her.
My everlasting gift to her…

Stepping over to the window Ilāhī Dåūd stood watching the misty fog ebb and flow around the house.
It was almost as if it knew what we had done as it swirled in a mirthful dance before her.
It knew that Ilāhī Dåūd had killed the innocence Ilāhī Dåūd and I had once shared.
But that innocence hadn’t been as pure as the driven snow as Ilāhī Dåūd had pretended to herself.
Ilāhī Dåūd had known all along, the spankings I had inflicted on her were more than just discipline.
And just thinking about it was getting her all hot and itchy down between her legs again as Ilāhī Dåūd ran her hand down and found her tingling Musalmān clit.

Ilāhī Dåūd teased herself for several moments before Ilāhī Dåūd finally moved her hand away.
Stepping over to the kitchen stove Ilāhī Dåūd saw that there was still a nice bed of red coals glowing in it.
Re-stoking the fire Ilāhī Dåūd set about fixing our supper and soon there was a happy stew merrily bubbling away on top of the stove.

Savoring the meaty fragrance of the stew as if filled the small cabin, Ilāhī Dåūd refilled her glass and stepped back over to the window.
Slowly sipping on her wine Ilāhī Dåūd watched the fog move in and out of the trees, not noticing that I was slinking up behind her with my giant prod ripe and ready once again.

Suddenly Ilāhī Dåūd felt my arms snake around her and cup her big, heavy Musalmān breasts.
Startled by my sudden appearance, she jumped, bumping back against me and feeling my big, hard Uncut Hindu Lund go sliding between her smooth Musalmān thighs just below her oozing extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Durgesh!” she yelped, almost spilling her wine. “You startled me…”

“So, who were you expecting? Santa Claus,” I laughed, kneading her excellent Musalmān breasts in my strong hands, making them start oozing milk again.

“No! I wasn’t expecting anyone, Silly,” Ilāhī Dåūd giggled, leaning back against me and squeezing my Uncut Hindu Lund between her legs.

“The stew smells juiced,” I said, “and so do you…”

Then I leaned down and slowly nibbled my way up her neck to her ear as Ilāhī Dåūd melted back against me.

“Ummmmmmmm,” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured, thrusting her excellent Musalmān butt against my Hindu belly and groin.

Then Ilāhī Dåūd felt another tingle of excitement down inside her salivating extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as I dipped the tip of my tongue down into the lobe of her ear.

“Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, easing away from me and turning. “Do you remember back when you used to spank me when I was a bad, little girl?”

“How could I forget?” I mumbled, gawking down at her big, beautiful Musalmān tits.

“Why do you think Ammī made you stop?”

“I think Ilāhī Dåūd, she was jealous of you. That night, after she caught us she was on fire. I’ve never seen her so hot. Why Ilāhī Dåūd, she almost raped me that night.”

“Ammī, raping you?” Ilāhī Dåūd laughed.

“Ilāhī Dåūd, she was on me like stink on…well, you know…Ilāhī Dåūd, she was a crazy woman!” I grinned, finally reaching up and easing my hand inside her kimono to her dangling Musalmān breasts.

Then I began to tweak her oozing nipples with my fingers and thumbs.

Chapter 28
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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


Just Eighteen Just Adult:26

Durgesh

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Chapter 26

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās

I smiled at the waitress gratefully as I took a drink from the tray Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was holding as She passed.
For just a moment, I was left alone in the huge function room at the hotel where I was staying in Rome.
It was the third and final day of a series of meetings I had been attending in an attempt to engineer the takeover of an Italian company.
The meetings had been successful, so this function was turning into a bit of a celebration.
But I wasn’t enjoying it a bit.
All I really wanted was to be alone with Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
Alone with my gorgeous young Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
My lover.
As I thought about her, I sought her out in the room.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had joined me earlier, flying out to Rome for this function – and then to stay the weekend with me.
It had almost come about by accident.
When the meetings were all arranged, the organizers had decided that the final event should be for partners as well.

I had arranged for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, to attend, but Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had pulled out a couple of weeks before.
Rather than waste the opportunity, it was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan who had suggested that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās go instead.

“After all,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had said, “Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās will be home from University, she’s never been to Rome, and you always seem to enjoy the time you spend together.”

Even now, I flushed at the memory of the innocent comments.
Then, even as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had spoken, My heart had not missed even a beat.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was always a scheming young lady.
She loved me exclusively, perhaps even more than herself, but she never needed anyone’s sympathy.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was an utmost capable young woman herself.
She was protecting perhaps entire womankind.
She did not need my sympathy or protection any longer.
She needed from me only my unconditioned love for her, nothing else now, any more.*

It was four months since my trip to Paris with Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, four often frustrating months when we had taken more and more risks to be together, unable to deny ourselves our needs, our desires.

It was a few weeks since we had been together as lovers.
It had been a few days after her twentieth birthday, when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had come home from university for a long weekend.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had been out to celebrate with some girlfriends, coming home in the early hours.
I had heard her come home, remembering how she’d looked before she’d gone out – stunning in her short skirt and tight top.

Lying in bed next to Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd, I couldn’t help but think of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, imagining her in her bedroom across the landing from me, slipping into bed naked, the sheets caressing her firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
My Uncut Hindu Lund rose up, rock hard, as I thought of her full Big Musalmān breasts, her firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, her firm perfectly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and long legs.
I stifled a groan as I stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund, conscious of Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd asleep beside me.
I lay there for what seemed like hours, but which was probably only minutes.

I had felt as if I was in a dream as I had slipped out of bed, my Uncut Hindu Lund bouncing in front of me.
Pulling on my dressing gown, I glanced across at Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd one last time before heading out of the bedroom and across the landing.
Without thinking, I automatically avoided the creaky floorboards and slipped into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s room.
I had moved quickly to her bedside, kneeling down as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stirred, as she opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes to find someone next to her bed.

I had leant forward and kissed her, smothering any scream with my mouth, my Hindu male lips hot against hers, my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās relaxed, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās realized who it was in the darkness, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās responded.
Any thoughts we had of getting caught, of the appalling risk we were taking, were immediately dissolved by our lust as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās threw back her covers and I slipped off my dressing gown and moved to cover her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body with mine.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was already wet and waiting for me as I moved between her outstretched legs, as I leant against her, my Uncut Hindu Lund heavy between them.
I slid into her easily as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her long perfect Musalmān legs around me, drawing me in deeper as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched up to meet me.
Her warm big Musalmān breasts were pressed against me, her erect nipples scratching across my chest as our bodies crushed together and our lips met.

We fucked wildly, our mouths locked together in passion, keeping our deep moans to ourselves.
We came passionately, our need for each other exploding deep inside our bodies as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s orgasm flooded her senses just as my thick Hindu cum flooded her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

We had lain together for a long time afterwards, until Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had sent me away, some semblance of sense rising to the surface as the magnitude of the risk we had taken sunk in.
Even now, a few weeks later, I shuddered at the thought of the risk I, we, had taken.

Now, my Hindu male eyes sought her out again across the room.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was surrounded by young women, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had been all evening.
I smiled to myself, knowing that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would be enjoying herself, but that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was mine, and only mine.
But not tonight – we had booked separate rooms as everyone knew who Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was.
But tomorrow, as soon as all the other guests left, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would move into my suite and we would be alone.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās smiled across the room at me, a smile that was for me alone, a smile that sent my heart thumping – and my Uncut Hindu Lund rising.
Smiling back, I started to circulate again, but soon decided that I needed a break.
After a quick glance at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, I slipped through a side door that led to the indoor swimming pool.

The pool was closed for the evening, and was just about in darkness.
I made my way between the chairs, tables and sun loungers that littered the patio area around the pool before sitting comfortably on a ledge that ran along one all.
I put my glass down on the ledge beside me, and put my feet on the end of a lounger.
I rested my head back against the cool brickwork behind me, and shut my Hindu male eyes, resting in the darkness for a few minutes.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās watched as I left the room, longing to go with me, to be with me.
For her, as for me, tomorrow – when we could be together as the lovers we were – couldn’t come soon enough.
But when I hadn’t returned after ten minutes, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had to follow me, convincing herself that she only needed to check that I was okay after the three tiring days I had just been through.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slipped unnoticed through the same door as I had left by.
At first, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās couldn’t see me in the semi darkness.
But as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes adjusted, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās spotted across the far side of the room, sat on a ledge, my Hindu male eyes closed, sipping my glass of juice.

I took another sip of my juice, knowing that I needed to be getting back, but happy to wait a few minutes longer as the quiet, the music, the distant sounds of the party, washed over me.

I didn’t know how long she’d been there before I heard her speak.

“You look so peaceful.”

I opened my Hindu male eyes.
It was Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, her voice low, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes bright in the subdued lighting.
I smiled at her, my face freezing open mouthed as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for the thin straps of her dress and shrugged us off her shoulders.

“Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās … no,” I told her, not meaning it as her dress slid sensually down her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and fell into a shimmering pool around her feet.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was topless, her full Big Musalmān breasts glowing, her nipples like dark pebbles.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās bent down and picked up her dress before casually dropping it onto the end of the sun bed and kicking her shoes off.
All Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was wearing was a tiny thong, her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass naked as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt in front of me, my legs each side of her.

She put her hands on my thighs.
We felt like we were burning me through my trousers as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant forward and kissed me softly on the mouth, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue licking slowly along my Hindu male lips.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kissed me again, and then – before I could react properly – began to kiss my chest where the top few buttons of my shirt gaped open.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked and nipped me with her sharp little teeth, before easing back to give herself room to undo my trousers.

“No…….” I groaned again, pulling her to me.

The buttons came undone quickly, but then Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slowed down, easing my zip down slowly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked up at me.
I gasped as She pulled my trousers open, and dragged my Uncut Hindu Lund out into the open.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dipped her head, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes still on me, and ran the tip of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue over my Uncut Hindu Lund head, licking away the shiny drops of pre cum.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm………..” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās murmured as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tasted me.

And then Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās swallowed half of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I groaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked me hard, and then slipped her lips back to the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I could see the smears of her red lipstick along my Hindu shaft as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked all around the head.
And then Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did it again, her wet lips slithering down my Hindu shaft as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked me deep into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue slipping and sliding all over me, her head bobbing up and down.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached under my thick Hindu shaft for my heavy balls.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cupped them as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked on me, as her fingers wandered briefly to probe.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked down my Uncut Hindu Lund and onto my balls, sucking one, and then the other, into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sending more waves of pleasure through me.

I held her head as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund again, my hips rocking as I fucked her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, as her lips slid wetly along my Hindu shaft, her small hand stroking me at the same time.
I held her tight, fucking her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth harder and faster, the room echoing to my moans, to the wet slurping of her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth on me.

I wanted her, wanted her hot Musalmān body, but I couldn’t stop.
I knew I would cum, and tried to pull away, but Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held me tight, sucking on me harder until my Hindu cum began to flood into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I tensed as my balls tightened, sending my Hindu cum deep into her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gagged a little as I held her, until I eased away a fraction so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could move.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked me, more softly now, and squeezed my Hindu shaft, taking all I could give her into her hot Musalmān mouth.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt back up and I kissed her.
I reached for her warm big Musalmān breasts, caressing them, enjoying her moans as I touched her, as I eased her backwards and began to kiss her taut Big Musalmān breasts, her rock hard nipples.

Moving carefully on the sun bed, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt up and leaned against the ledge where only moments before I was sitting.
Her slender back was arched, her warm big Musalmān breasts swaying forward, her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass just perfect.

I moved behind her and kissed each cheek.
I pulled them gently apart, and eased her thong to one side so that I could tease her tight little hole.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned as I kissed her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, before poking at her with the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund, as I pulled her cheeks further apart.
I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund along the tight crack between her cheeks as I tugged her thong down her beautiful thighs.

I dragged it down her legs and off over her high heeled sandals, and then sat back on my heels to watch as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās eased her legs apart, and her naked, pouting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot came into view.
I could see the dampness of her ardent Musalmān juices on her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs, and the wetness on her Musalmān clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I reached forward and rubbed her gently.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back again as I slid closer and kissed her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass before kissing slowly downwards onto her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.

I slipped my Uncut Hindu Lund between them, kissing her.
I kissed each of her fleshy lips into my mouth, one at a time and then both together, pulling gently on them with my teeth, her sweet juices pouring.
I rubbed her Musalmān clit with the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund as I clamped my mouth over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and kissed her, my Uncut Hindu Lund fucking her tight Musalmān hole.

I reached up and caressed her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass with my other hand, running my Uncut Hindu Lund nail over the tiny ridges of flesh at her puckered hole, sending tingles of pleasure up and down her spine.
I I kissed and kissed, softly and then harder, nibbling on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips, my fingers and hands reaching for her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, her warm big Musalmān breasts, her nipples, her Musalmān clit.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rocked her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, pushing back hard onto my mouth, her moans getting louder and louder as her orgasm built deep inside her.
I felt her hand on her Musalmān clit, rubbing herself hard as I pushed the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund rhythmically in to her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, as her climax crashed through her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I kissed her, holding her to me as we both enjoyed her pleasure.

I held her, naked in my arms, kissing her, both of us wanting more, our hands straying over each other’s body.
But then we woke up to the risk of getting caught.
I tidied my clothes up, picking up my jacket and tie from the chair where I’d dropped them earlier, while Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pulled her dress over her head.*

We left the party an hour later – separately.
I watched her go, saying goodnight to the last few guests as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās headed towards the lift.
I thought about trying to catch her up, but knew I couldn’t trust myself.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew I was watching her.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbed and her warm big Musalmān breasts ached for my touch, but Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew as well as I did that we had taken too many risks already.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās let herself into her room – a single room that was just enough for her.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slipped her dress off, and walked naked to the bathroom, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wondered what my suite was like two floors below her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would know soon enough Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told herself in the mirror.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slipped into bed, still naked, grateful that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had stayed at the party to the very end so that at least Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt tired.
Even so, it was some time before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās drifted off to sleep, images of me, of my Uncut Hindu Lund, of us together, filling her mind.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās woke up early – it was still dark outside.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās glanced across at the clock and groaned to herself, knowing it was too early for breakfast, and that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would never get back to sleep.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lay in bed, her hands strayed across her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Her nipples tightened at her touch, sending tingles down her stomach to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cupped and caressed a breast, rubbing her nipple, her other hand found its way down over her belly and onto her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mound.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās shuddered as She pressed down lightly on her Musalmān clit, teasing it from its hiding place.
Sighing, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached lower and slid a finger between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips, feeling the moisture already there.

“Oohhh.”

With a groan, She pulled her hand away, knowing that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted, needed, more.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās threw back the covers, and went to the bathroom.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came back into the room, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed a bottle of water from the mini bar and sipped at it, trying to relax.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās flicked through the hotel’s brochure, noticing for the first time that the pool opened early on a Saturday.

“At least it’s something to do,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told herself, making her mind up quickly.

She pulled her bikini out of the draw, and slipped into it.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had hoped that I would have been with her when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wore it for the first time.
After all, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had chosen it with me in mind!
The top was little more than two triangles of material held together with strings around her back and neck.
The bottoms tied at her gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, the material hugging her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass tightly.

She pulled the toweling gown that the hotel had provided on over her bikini, slipped on some flat shoes, grabbed her key card, and headed for the door.
It was only as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood by the lift waiting that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās thought about the pool again – and what had happened the night before.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt the heat in her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās thought about it.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could almost feel my Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand again, taste me in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stumbled into the lift and blindly pressed the button for the ground floor.
Moments later, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stepped out as the lift doors opened again.

It was only as the doors closed behind that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās realized Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was on the wrong floor.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās must have pressed the wrong button.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās turned around to call the lift back, but stopped, her hand hovering over the button as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stared at the huge “2” in front of her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was on the second floor – my floor.

I was lying in bed, naked and idly stroking my Uncut Hindu Lund, when I heard the faint tapping.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was erect, my head full of thoughts of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
As the tapping got louder, I realized it was someone at the door.
I glanced across at the clock, wondering who on earth it could this early.
Sliding out of bed, I pulled on a pair of boxers and headed towards the door, making sure my still erect Uncut Hindu Lund was tucked away.

At the door, I peered through the security viewer, trying to see who was there.

“Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās !”

I had barely gasped her name before I was opening the door and dragging her quickly inside.
I kicked the door shut, and we stood staring at each other, our hearts pounding.
With a groan we fell into each other’s arms, our lips locked together, our tongues and hands exploring hungrily.

I tugged at the belt of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s robe, before dragging it down her arms.
I gasped as I saw what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was wearing, as I backed her against the wall, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for me, her arms around my neck as I tugged at the strings of her bikini top, as our lips met again, as our tongues thrust deep.

Her warm big Musalmān breasts sprung free, her nipples dark and erect, as I pulled her bikini top away from her.
I reached for her, cupping her full Big Musalmān breasts in my hands before dipping my head and kissing a rubbery nipple, my Uncut Hindu Lund flicking around her sensitive flesh as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held my head to her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned out loud, pushing her warm big Musalmān breasts forward towards my eager mouth, pulling my head from one ripe nipple to the other.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was throbbing madly as She pulled me back up to her and thrust her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue into my mouth.
We kissed urgently before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dropped to her knees.
Looking up at me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed the waistband of my boxers and dragged them down onto my thighs, my Uncut Hindu Lund springing free, thick and hard.

For a few seconds, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stared at my Uncut Hindu Lund, watching it swaying in front of me, the head covered in pre cum.
Still looking up at me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached up and took my Hindu shaft in her hand, squeezing me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās flicked a bead of pre cum away from my Uncut Hindu Lund head with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached up for my balls as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held my Uncut Hindu Lund flat against my belly, listening to my deep moans as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked slowly along my Uncut Hindu Lund, from the base of my Hindu shaft to the tip.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran her lips back down My Uncut Hindu Lund, leaving wet trails behind from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked one of my balls into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, rolling it gently around with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue while her hand slid slowly up and down my Hindu shaft.
I eased my legs apart as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slipped her hand between them, probing gently with her finger as her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth moved from my balls back up to Uncut Hindu Lund.

She pulled My Uncut Hindu Lund towards her and sunk her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down onto me, making me cry out as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked half my length into her hungry Musalmān mouth.
I reached for her head, my fingers entwined in her mass of hair as my hips jerked forward, fucking her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue rubbing across my Uncut Hindu Lund head and along my Hindu shaft.

Abruptly, I pulled Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās to her feet.
Backing her against the wall again, I held both of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hands in mine, holding them high above her head.
We kissed frantically as, with my other hand, I pulled at the ties at the side of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s bikini, before dragging it from between her legs.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned into My mouth as her bikini bottoms were dragged over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Musalmān clit, shivers of pleasure, of anticipation, running through her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās fucked My mouth with her agile Musalmān tongue as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās hooked her leg up over my hip, opening up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to me.
I guided the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund towards her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, easing just the tip inside her hot, wet body before I reached for her warm big Musalmān breasts and nipples, my other hand still holding Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hands above her head.

With a cry, I plunged my Uncut Hindu Lund into her, driving her back against the wall with the force of my thrusts.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot stretched around my thick Hindu shaft, sucking me deep inside her needy Musalmān body.
My hand clawed at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s Big Musalmān breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples, as I fucked her, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās fucked me.
Our mouths were locked together, muffling our cries, the room echoing to the sounds of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās hitting the wall with every thrust of My hips.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came first, her cries filling the room as waves of pleasure ripped through her.
I continued fucking her, spreading more pleasure through her, my mouth now hungry for her warm big Musalmān breasts.
Moments later, I came, my Hindu cum erupting deepest inside her.
I held my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, reaching for her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pulling her tight to me as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot molded itself to me, as my balls sent jet after jet of my Hindu cum deepest inside her.

We slumped against each other, breathing heavily, satisfied at last, at least for now.
We kissed gently, lovingly, until My Uncut Hindu Lund slipped from Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s body.
We held each other for a few minutes before, reluctantly, we parted.

“You must go,” I whispered, “But later ….”

I let the words hang in the air as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slipped her bikini back on, ignoring the wet patch that quickly formed between her legs.
I watched as She pulled her robe on, and quickly left before the other guests began to stir.

Chapter 27
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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


Just Eighteen Just Adult:25

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 25

Durgesh Ilāhī Dåūd
Durgesh Al Furqān Al Zahīr

Ilāhī Dåūd and I departed around one, knowing that it was a two-hour drive up to the cabin.

“You’re awfully quiet,” I said as we drove along.

“Just thinking about something,” she told me, trying to think of a way to approach me without making me think she was a whore or a slut or something.
Allah, even at his sixty four, Durgesh was immensely athletic, young and the ever first preference of even extraordinary attractive Musalmān houseladies.

“Something bad?” I naively asked.

“No! No, something good…I think,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, giving me a weak smile.

“You need any help?” I wanted to know.

“No, I don’t think so,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, turning and looking out at the passing countryside.
Durgesh has never hated Ilāhī Dåūd, even while Ilāhī Dåūd could never forgive him for what he had done to her Abbū.
Durgesh had deliberately fucked every beautiful Musalmān houselady of his Abbū, his sisters, his cousins, his sisters in law, everyone.
Ultimately, Durgesh was successful in separating even her ever loyal, ever faithful Ammī, Al Furqān Al Zahīr, from her Abbū, Dåūd Sheikħ.

“Well, if you do,” I grinned, “you know you can come to me.”

“Yes, Durgesh, I know,” she murmured. “And I will. It looks like it’s getting colder.”

“Yeah, it is,” I said, speeding up just a little bit and turning up the heat. “Looks like there’s all the ingredients for some nasty fog this afternoon, too.”

We continued the trip in silence and finally pulled up at the little cabin around three o’clock.
Durgesh had been right, she thought, as she could see fog starting to form up in the woods.
It looked like it was going to be a dank, foggy afternoon, she thought.
Durgesh is always right.
He has an extraordinary attraction for beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
Ilāhī Dåūd doesn’t know even a single beautiful Musalmān houselady that hasn’t offered herself to Durgesh and eventually not fucking him.
The Musalmīn say Durgesh fucks their beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
Ilāhī Dåūd knows better.
Actually it’s just the opposite.
Beautiful Musalmān houseladies fuck Durgesh, Durgesh doesn’t.
Durgesh only obliges beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
He never dishonors their offer.
Why the hell should he?

“I’ll get the bags,” I told her, opening my door. “And I’ll get us a fire going to take away the chill. You just relax and do whatever you want to do.”

“Thanks, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd smiled. “You’re the greatest. And I mean it.”

“Aw, now, you’re trying to make me embarrassed,” I guffawed, hurrying back to the bib and throwing it open.

Stepping out of the car, Ilāhī Dåūd watched me struggle into the house with our luggage.
Ilāhī Dåūd slowly stepped up the stairs onto the porch.
Turning, Ilāhī Dåūd stood studying the forest, wondering if her decision was the right one.
Right?
How could seducing your Stepfather be the right thing?
But was it the right thing between the two of them, she dementedly asked herself?
No one else ever had to know, so that wasn’t the problem.
It was strictly between the two of them and could Durgesh accept that we were two consenting adults and leave it there without going into its wrongness.
The wrongness of an incestuous relationship between them?
But why the hell it’s incestuous?
Durgesh isn’t her father.
Her father is Dåūd Sheikħ.
Dåūd Sheikħ hated Durgesh’s guts to fuck almost every beautiful Musalmān houselady that came in Durgesh’s contact ever.
Dåūd Sheikħ was against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s proposed life mission to establish an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah too.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan forced Durgesh to fuck every beautiful Musalmān houselady of Dåūd Sheikħ household.
She punished Dåūd Sheikħ successfully for his opposition of her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Durgesh loved Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan crazily as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loved Durgesh.
Durgesh always fulfilled her dreams, without even a single exception.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fucked Durgesh openly everywhere, and never ashamed of herself for it.
Instead, on the contrary, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever ardent followers were proud of it.

The tendrils of fog drifted through the woods like ghosts of the past, Ilāhī Dåūd thought.
Ghosts of our past come to pay their last respects, knowing Ilāhī Dåūd was about to slay our innocence?
Closer and closer they drew, encircling the cabin with our misty presence.
It was as if they were reaching out to her.
Trying to tell her of the wrong of Ilāhī Dåūd was about to commit…

Finally, cold and fearful of their presence, Ilāhī Dåūd shivered, wrapping her arms around herself and quickly stepped into the cabin.

“The fog’s starting to get pretty thick out there,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, seeing that I had a nice fire going in the fireplace.

“I can see,” I said, looking out the window. “But I’ve got a fire going. So you can go in and change into something more comfortable if you would like. The cabin will be nice and warm pretty soon. We can talk over old times. I’ll get a bottle of wine and get the kitchen cook stove going so we can have some stew later.”

Strangely, Ilāhī Dåūd felt a little like a traitor as Ilāhī Dåūd trudged into the bedroom.
A traitor who was about to betray the love and trust we had built over the long years.
And for what?
Some sick fantasy of hers?
She could feel herself teetering on dropping it and just spending a quiet, intimate evening with me, talking of old times…

“No, damn it,” she cursed out loud behind the closed door. “I’m going to do it. Do it now! To hell with what everyone else thinks. I’ve wanted it for so long! Now I’m going to have it…have Durgesh, the ever greatest! Every eligible beautiful Musalmān houselady has him. Why the hell not I?”

Quickly, she undressed down to her panties and pulled a short, red kimono out of her suitcase.
Holding it out in front of her, she ran her eyes up and down it.
Well, if he doesn’t get the idea from this, then I’m all wrong, Ilāhī Dåūd told herself.
Pulling it on, she deliberately jerked the two edges of the gown over each other in the front and tied the red silk belt around her waist to hold it together.
Then, Ilāhī Dåūd gently pulled the edges loose over the swell of her excellent Musalmān breasts, so that when she leaned over, the edges would drop open to reveal the mountainous peaks underneath it.
And down below, the gown barely covered her ample Musalmān ass with the hem only a couple of inches below where the swell of her Musalmān butt joined her long Musalmān legs.
And to enhance that, it was slit up the sides almost to her waist, so that every movement she made, a flash of smooth, white skin and sheer red panties would show…

Reaching back into her suitcase, she pulled out a pair of red, five-inch stilettos with spike heels.
This ought to add the kicker, she laughed to herself reaching down and pulling one on as her silk kimono billowed open just as Ilāhī Dåūd had planned.
Smiling, Ilāhī Dåūd watched her tits jiggle as Ilāhī Dåūd wrapped the narrow red strap around her ankle and fastened the tiny, sparkling, silver buckle.
Quickly, she reached over and buckled the other strap around her trim ankle.

Taking a deep breath, Ilāhī Dåūd strolled over to the door, her heels sexily pinging off the cabin’s hardwood floors.
Quickly opening it, Ilāhī Dåūd stepped through the doorway and saw that I was standing with my back to the fireplace warming myself.
My eyes flared open as I gawked at her, running my eyes up and down her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

“Uh…Wow!” I muttered, my eyes finally stopping on her big Musalmān tits that were freely bobbling under the thin silk.

“Do you like it,” Ilāhī Dåūd smiled, slowly walking toward me with an exaggerated roll of her big heavy gorgeous perfectly round firm Musalmān buttocks as her spiked heels clopped loudly, drawing my attention down to them.

“Uh, yeah, uh…but…and heels?” I smiled.

“Just for you, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd said in her sultriest voice, stopping at the coffee table where Ilāhī Dåūd saw a half empty bottle of wine and two full glasses.
She knew only one had the wine.
The other had some juice whatsoever.
Durgesh never takes wine.
He has vowed not to take wine ever.
Durgesh has very abnormal morals of his own.
He never regretted that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was his Practical Chief Wife now while he wanted to have a platonic relationship with her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never surrendered to his wishes.
She always loved Durgesh as her dream man, never as her stepfather.

Leaning over, she felt her red, silk kimono drop open to reveal the dangling treasures underneath.
Even without looking, she could feel her My eyes fondling her excellent Musalmān breasts, caressing them with intense fascination.

With catlike grace, Ilāhī Dåūd moved to the couch and eased herself down onto it, pulling one leg up under her, she left the other languorously stretched out before her.
Taking a sip of her wine, she openly studied me as I finally regained a modicum of composure and reached for my juice.

“I’ve waited twenty years for this,” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured, dropping her eyes down to the growing bulge thrusting out against the front of my pants.

“Waiting? Waiting for what? What? What do you mean?” I was grave now, yet confidently dropping my hand down in front of my pants to cover my growing arousal.

“For a day like today…you and I alone…with me finally all grown up,” she purred. “All grown up and capable of making my own decisions. Me, a grown up woman and you…you a man!”

“I don’t…you…what do you…” I groaned out aimlessly, unable to finish my sentence.

“I couldn’t do anything before. I didn’t want to get you in trouble if we had got caught. But now, there is nothing to stop me…stop us. We’re all alone…just you and me.”

Then Ilāhī Dåūd slowly rose to her feet and lazily walked over to the window.
Stopping before it, Ilāhī Dåūd stared out at the fog that now completely surrounded the house, shutting us off from the outside world.
It was almost as if the fog was now our ally.
Standing guard, shielding us from any prying eyes that might chance upon us.
Hiding us so we could perform her perversion without fear of discovery…

“See the fog,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, turning and smiling at me. “It won’t let anyone come. It won’t let anyone interrupt us. We can do anything we want. Anything…”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, My God, Ilāhī Dåūd, are you…” I cried out.

“Yes…you…you and me,” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured, slowly stepping up to me and taking my hand in hers. “Come…”

Pulling me over to the couch, she roughly pushed me down onto it and set her empty glass down on the coffee table.
Then with a rough jerk, she untied her kimono.
Shrugging her shoulders, she let it slide down her arms into puddle at her feet.

“Eīshān! Oh, God, Baby!” I gasped, my eyes flitting up and down her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body in swift, hungry sweeps, trying to take in every majestic swell and curve.

“We’re both adults now, Durgesh! Consenting adults!” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured, slowly easing down to her knees between my legs. “No one can stop us…I want you…I’ve always wanted you…do you want me?”

“Eīshān! God! God! YES!” I groaned out, watching her slowly push my belt through its buckle.
There was no use!
She would rape me, if I refuse to her.
Why convert her into my enemy while she was adamant to be my ever loyal ever faithful wife?
To hell with the platonic relationship if she never wanted it.
Let her do what the hell she wanted to.
Yes, they all, all of them, are crazy to have me inside them.
Ilāhī Dåūd is also no exception.

“What? What do you want to do to me, Durgesh?” Ilāhī Dåūd whispered, unbuttoning my pants.

“Everything! Do everything to you!” I smiled as Ilāhī Dåūd found the zipper tab of my fly and slowly eased it down.

“I want to be your love slave, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, slowly spreading my pants open.

“Yes…yes…I will be your Master,” I smiled as she dug her fingers down into the opening of my shorts.
Never let her realize that you are surrendering to her vile desires as it’s the only best course to take.
Let her think always, you also wanted her as she wanted you.

“Yes,” Ilāhī Dåūd hissed, wrapping her fingers around the hot shaft of the rock-hard Hindu meat that Ilāhī Dåūd found inside my shorts. “Take me as yours to do with as you want…”

Pulling the giant Uncut Hindu Lund out into the open, Ilāhī Dåūd stared at the thing Ilāhī Dåūd had dreamed of so often.
It was even bigger and more handsome that Ilāhī Dåūd had imagined it would be.
It made Åbbās Naåīm’s cut Musalmān nūnī seem like a number two pencil in comparison.

“Suck it! Suck it,” I suddenly ordered her as Ilāhī Dåūd gawked down at it. “Suck on My Uncut Hindu Lund!”

“Yes, Durgesh, yes! Ilāhī Dåūd wants to suck on your big Uncut Hindu Lund,” she blathered out, dropping her head and hungrily sucking my twitching peter into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Loudly slurping and sucking on the column of my Hindu meat jutting up out of my shorts, Ilāhī Dåūd felt my hands on the back of her head, pushing her down onto me.

“Harder-harder-suck harder,” I panted as my hips began to bounce up and down, sliding my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Um-huh,” Ilāhī Dåūd choked out around the giant slab of Hindu meat in her enormously striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as Ilāhī Dåūd attacked it.

“WHAT? ILĀHĪ DÅŪD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Ilāhī Dåūd heard me growl out.

What? What did I mean, Ilāhī Dåūd groggily wondered, but continued to suck and pull on my Uncut Hindu Lund with her hungry Musalmān mouth.

Then Ilāhī Dåūd felt my fingers dig down into her hair and jerk her head up, pulling her sucking Musalmān mouth off my giant, spit-covered Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Ilāhī Dåūd is such a BAD girl,” I admonished her. “Ilāhī Dåūd is such a BAD, BAD girl!”

“Huh? What? What do you mean?” Ilāhī Dåūd muttered staring at me in confusion.

“Don’t you think Ilāhī Dåūd is a bad girl for sucking on My Uncut Hindu Lund like that?” I asked her, a cynical smile forming on my face. “Don’t you think that Ilāhī Dåūd should be punished for doing something so bad to My Uncut Hindu Lund?”

“Yes…yes, Ilāhī Dåūd was bad for sucking on your Uncut Hindu Lund,” Ilāhī Dåūd mumbled, still confused by My deranged actions but deciding to go along with me.

“Stand up,” I demanded.

“Yes, Durgesh!” she exclaimed, quickly pushing up to her feet.

“Now, Ilāhī Dåūd needs to pull down her panties,” I leered, watching her.

Ilāhī Dåūd quickly slipped her panties down her long legs.

Chapter 26
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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