Sixty One Eighteen in love-2

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Sixty One Eighteen in love

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I tried to kick him off and free myself, but he was too much strong to get rid of.

He fucked me with an Hindu aggression as if a butcher had a blunt knife at his worktable.

Unable to push him off, with tears running down my cheeks, I endured under Durgesh.

And he, as if in a rape, attacked my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt with his merciless Uncut Hindu Cock and filled my virgin Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān hole with his flaming Hindu fluid.

When he heaved off me, I inspected my aching Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and found my blood flowing down stained with his surplus Hindu semen.

I wept over it like as a wounded child.

Durgesh tried to cheer up me, but I pushed him off and hated him.

The next day I ran away from home with my Hindu lover.

My lover took me to Kanpur, where his friend Yugév lived.

My Hindu lover had a hope that his friend would find him a job.

The house, where Yugév lived was behind the cinema Bajīrao Mastānī Palace.

Yugév was also a Hindu.

He was also about the age of my Hindu lover, but he had married already and had two kids.

When we arrived at his house, his Musalmān wife had gone to deliver his third at her Ammījān’s house.

Despite, the Hindu friend invited us in to his house and did all possible to make us feel at home.

We were given a separate bedroom and in that very night, my Hindu lover and I celebrated our first night.

My Hindu lover was big, but not as big as Durgesh in that department.

His was only half the size of my Durgesh.

And I didn’t feel any pain when I was involved with his thing.

My Hindu lover was very happy after having sex with me.

He said that he was lucky to have an angel like me and promised that he would never leave me until his death.

Yugév took my Hindu lover to three four firms and succeeded in finding him jobs, but my Hindu lover didn’t get into the groove, saying that those jobs were not to his taste.

Yugév didn’t lose his patience but gave my Hindu lover his consent and pocket money to go anywhere into the city and seek a job to his taste.

My Hindu lover then made it a routine to go out early in the morning and come back late in the night.

Like that, it went up to a month and yet he couldn’t find himself a suitable job.

Yugév didn’t raise it as an issue, but I started losing my patience.

My Hindu lover had stopped long back having sex with me, because he arrived every night dead tired.

One day I told Yugév that I wanted to go to Gangaji, river Ganges, and have a bath, and pray her to bless us.

I’ve heard its importance among Hindus.

Now, as I have a Hindu lover, I want to please him, thus.

Yugév took me to Ganges.

The river was at its spate because of the recent rains.

The water was red in color and at tremendous speed.

Yugév too stepped in for the sake of my protection.

Even as I took my very first dip, I was pulled down by the current and I had to get hold of Yugév’s hand.

Yugév was on my downstream and the Ganges pushed me against him.

In steadying me, accidentally, he caught hold of my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts.

Our eyes met.

I could read the disturbance in his look.

Though I was only eighteen and yet to be married, I was wearing a sari to pose as a married woman.

In the turbulence of Ganges I found that sari was not a convenient dress.

It exposed my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.

I don’t wear panties under sari while indoor.

And on that day I proceeded out as such, forgetting to wear a panty.

When I took my second dip it happened.

Water pulled me down and when I struggled to get up it pushed my sari up above my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks exposing the matted mound of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

Yugév was stunned at my exhibit, but pulled me up in time.

Our eyes met.

I could recognize the fire in his Hindu look.

Suddenly it brought up the memories of Durgesh.

I could feel the burning of his Hindu eyes on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān skin. ‘Bhaiya (brother)’ I murmured to me.

“Did you say something?” Yugév asked.

“Nothing, let’s go.”

“But the third dip remains.”

I looked into his eyes.

They were boring into me.

“O.K. then, let me complete it. Hold me.” I told him and tied the pallu, border of the sari that covers the Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts, around my waist, baring my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān boobs.

And from behind Yugév put his hands through my armpits to hold me.

And I took the third and final dip.

He didn’t miss his chance that time.

He moved his hand under water and held me firmly by my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān boobs.

And I didn’t shy away, but in submission prolonged my third dip.

All the way back home, Yugév was after me as a honey trapped bee.

When we reached home, to our surprise, my Hindu lover was waiting there.

And his face was gleaming full of his teeth,

“I got the job, at last, Yugév.”

“Really? The dip in Ganges yielded the result so fast?’ Yugév wondered.

On that night my Hindu lover had sex with me, but in my mind’s eye it was only Durgesh.

In my imagination, it was Durgesh who was fucking me, not my Hindu lover.

I enjoyed Durgesh in my imaginations very much until my Hindu lover fucked me.

The next day my Hindu lover joined duty, but Yugév took leave and said he wanted to go and have a visit on his Musalmān wife.

Before leaving he took care to water the flower plants that his wife was growing in pots around the house.

“Why troubling you, Bhaai sahib,Big brother, won’t I do all these?” I said.

“But watering is a men’s job.” He replied.

I didn’t understand him.

I thought that it was one of Yugév’s absurdities.

“Even if your wife were here, only you do it?” I wanted to know.

“Only I have to water my wife’s garden, no? If you permit, I can water yours too.”

That struck me and a hot wave seized up my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body.

I turned to go in, but at the doorstep, I turned back and cast him an inviting glance and went in.

Yugév followed me.

He was a big Hindu man.

He swept me of my legs and carried me in to his bedroom.

I would say that he almost tore my cloths.

He might have starved so long after his Musalmān wife left for delivery.

His Uncut Hindu Cock was huge, as huge as almost that of Durgesh.

Allah, I wanted Durgesh always.

Yet when he entered me it didn’t create any pain.

Yugév fucked me with force.

I didn’t know why, but in his place suddenly appeared Durgesh‘s face.

And by all means the fuck was excellent, not like the ones I had with my Hindu lover.

“Durgesh, Durgesh …” I moaned through out the fuck; and received Yugév’s Hindu strokes with an unexplainable feeling of nostalgia.

And soon I climaxed.

And it was tremendous.

I climaxed for the first time in my life after Durgesh had fucked me.

The acts I had my lover were nothing.

Yugév emptied his Hindu lava into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān cavern and dismounted me.

‘Ooph, kya cheez hai! Itnee tight aur ekdam garam Saåūdī Årab Musalmān choot hum dekha bhi nahīn, aur choda bhi nahīn. Ooph, what a rarity! I had never come across nor fucked a Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy so tight and totally hot.” Yugév exclaimed.

In that same day, itself, we fucked four times.

Yugév canceled his trip to visit his Musalmān wife.

While we were making love, I called him Durgesh‘ again and again.

Yugév took it natural, because that was how I called him in front of others.

But it connected me to a past painful experience, being converted then in my mind’s eye, into a pleasure that gave me a secret satisfaction.

Our fucking went like that nearly for a month, but was discovered one day by my lover and he deserted us leaving us a letter.

Naturally, it was not unexpected for me too.

Yugév consoled and promised me that he would look after me.

But my lover didn’t leave it there.

He went straight to Yugév’s Musalmān wife and told her everything.

She arrived there with her relatives, and drove me away with a broomstick thrashing.

I returned home with a high fever.

I had to do a ticket less travel by the train.

I couldn’t have anything to eat and I had my periods too.

My Abbū was a living god, I must say.

He didn’t ask me anything about.

He took me into his embrace and said,

“Never mind. Tell the neighbors that you were spending your holidays at a relative.”

I wept uncontrollably on his shoulders.

Durgesh on the other hand was angry with me.

He didn’t even speak to me.

And one day after I regained my health, when we were alone, I wanted to know from Durgesh why he was so.

He cast me a glance full of hatred.

I didn’t give up.

He was sitting on a sofa in the main hall.

I went and hugged him from behind.

He got up as if he had come in to contact with an ugly thing.

I went around and faced him.

His eyes were red, his lips were quivering and he was in the edge of bursting.

In that Moment I understood his love for me.

I collapsed at his feet and cried myself.

We were like that for quite some time.

Then Durgesh lifted me up and asked in a tiny voice,

“Why did you do that on me? It harmed you more, idiot.”

I only wept.

Durgesh pulled me to him.

And I crushed him in a tight embrace.

Then we kissed.

It was a deep wet kiss of long separated Hindu Muslimah lovers.

We collapsed on the sofa, Durgesh over me.

I myself undressed and offered Durgesh my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān nakedness.

He was not violent this time as he was before.

He fondled my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts and squeezed them.

I freed his Uncut Hindu Cock and ran my hand along its great Hindu length.

We were kissing again and again.

I opened up my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs and murmured in his ear,

“Enter, Durgesh, the Saåūdī Årab Musalmān gate which you opened a month back.”

Durgesh smiled, but fumbled this time also.

Poor boy, he didn’t venture out as I did.

I took his Uncut Hindu Cock and guided it into me, myself, once again, as I had done when he fucked me first.

Durgesh immersed deepest into me up to his Hindu balls.

Secretions seeped out of my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān hole.

“Oh, Allah! My God, isn’t this I longed for? Isn’t this I long for actually? Why did I run away so foolishly? Fuck me Durgesh, fuck your foolish Kħālāzād Cousin as hard as you can and punish her stupid Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt with your enraged Uncut Hindu Cock .”

At my words Durgesh moved his Uncut Hindu Cock , in and out of my weeping sheath and kissed my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lips and said,

“Oh, Fatimah darling, you don’t know how much I love you. I was longing to fuck you ever since my Hindu semen started forming up at my balls. And you ran out on me only to insult and make my love meaningless.”

“I ran out only to realize that there is no true love in the outer world. I’m sorry. Now I’ve come back to give all of mine to you. Fuck me and empty your Hindu semen load that has accumulated for me in your Hindu balls.”

Durgesh increased his force and gave me his famous extremely nice Hindu strokes.

Durgesh was Durgesh after all.

The real Durgesh.

Not my imagination.

Well, I need himself, I need himself, I need himself.

I raised my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks and received them deepest.

My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt clung to his hitting Uncut Hindu Cock and wept sweetly around it, on their reunion.

His hands kneaded my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts and his Hindu tongue probed into my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

I ruffled and pulled at his hairs, affectionately.

It went on and on and at one point suddenly Durgesh shouted that he was coming and doubled his Hindu speed.

Immediately my dam also started breaking and I whimpered and bumped up my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt to receive Durgesh more and more.

He groaned and drove hard and, in to my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān depths, his Uncut Hindu Cock swelled and gushed in hot Hindu streams.

I bound nude Durgesh to nude me with my nude long legs.

We remained like that, I don’t know for how long.

“Unbelievable! The pleasure down there in the depths of your slimy hot Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy !” Durgesh exclaimed.

“Unbelievable too, the spell of a Hindu’s Uncut Hindu Cock to raise the pleasure from the depths of his Kħālāzād Cousin’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy !” I quipped.

And we laughed.

By then Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock stirred again in the shelter of my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān sheath.

We exchanged a meaningful look.

When Durgesh’s Hindu rod extended into my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān depth, I swayed my hip up and down to invite him for a second fuck.

With a pleasing expression on his Hindu face, Durgesh engaged himself in the task.

We swam into the depth of Ashvinatam bliss once again.

After that beautiful encounter, we have become now real lovers.

I was bubbling of my love.

Our Abbū was happy at my change.

He encouraged Durgesh to take me out.

Poor Abbū, he didn’t have an iota of an idea of his daughter’s love.

And we were fucking behind his back.

But every good thing has its sad end.

We failed to take enough care, of course.

On the same sofa in the main hall, where we started our sexploration, we were having a quickie one day with our dress on, opened only at our groins.

We heard a throat clearing.

And there in the doorstep was standing my Abbū.

Durgesh rolled off me.

He managed his Hindu self respect even then.

He looked directly into my Abbū’s eyes smiling victoriously.

My Abbū left him way, implying Durgesh must go immediately.

He was in the doorway.

Locking my door I wept and wept.

I couldn’t find any solace.

One day my Abbū entered my room, sat on my bed and placing my head on his lap, spoke to me in a soothing soft voice,

“It’s not at all my fault, my child. I never expected that situation. You see, I didn’t even raise my voice nor condemned it. Durgesh can come here and you both may continue. I haven’t any objection. I don’t know why this happens only to me: first it was your Ammījān, then your elder Kħālāzād Cousin and then you and now this boy, why people always running away from me? Will you at least care to stay with this poor old man or…?” And he broke down.

I was at a loss and pained by his utterances.

I hugged his neck and wept with him.

“No, Abbū, never again; the world outside is no good. And moreover I do love you.”

“Thank you, my darling.” Abbū hugged me with tears running down and kissed my forehead.

I waited him to recover and asked in a tiny voice,

“And you don’t disapprove our relationship, I mean, between me and Durgesh ?”

“Why should I, darling, when I myself had engaged in such relationship?” He said in a matter of fact voice.

“My goodness, what do you mean, Abbū?”

“It’s an old story of another time.”

“Would you mind to expound it?”

He cast a long look on me, sighed and started narrating his history:

“I was 22 years old then, just completed my college. I wanted to go for a job, but my Abbū told me to look after the family shop. There was not much work for two people in a small shop. And I used to spend most of my time idling in my home. I was the only child for my parents.

“One day, it seemed, my Ammījān noticed my restlessness. She called me for a card game with her. I agreed. My Ammījān was good at the game. We played for money. I had an edge over her and won in the end.

“Next day, Durgesh joined us, but seeing Durgesh, she didn’t agree to bet on money.

She suggested that the loser had to kiss the winner, wherever the winner wanted the loser to do so, even if it happened to be the winner’s feet.

Out of gambling thrill, Durgesh and I accepted her suggestion.

“We started our play.

And she was not the one of previous day.

She won every game.

She demanded me to kiss her feet first.

I did.

There is nothing wrong in kissing one’s own Ammījān’s feet.

To the next win, she hiked her sari and told Durgesh to kiss her knees.

Durgesh did.

But to the third win, she hiked her sari up above her waist and exposed her shaved Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

It looked like a pāv roŧī, an Indian bread.

Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock hardened immediately.

“Leaning on the hand rest of the sofa, where we were playing the cards, she spread her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.

Her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt unfolded its petals like a hibiscus flower.

I was thrilled at the developments, but hesitated at the same time.

“Come on, Durgesh, loser, kiss me here.” She pointed right at her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

“But, Ammī …”

“What is there to fuss? It is the sacred place from where your friend came out to this world.” My Ammī announced in a proud voice. “You must be grateful to get a chance like this to worship and please your friend’s birth place. Be a Hindu brave boy!”

“Durgesh slipped of the sofa and knelt on the floor.

She ran her fingers through Durgesh’s hair, affectionately.

She positioned herself conveniently to present her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt to Durgesh’s advantage.

Its pinkish opening was gleaming with its excessive wetness.

Durgesh placed his hands on her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs and they were feverishly hot.

She might have sexed-up already.

Durgesh lowered his head and felt her heat and scent even before Durgesh made the contact.

Durgesh kissed on her shaven white Sunni Musalmān mound and looked up.

Ammī smiled at me and signaled, waggling her tongue.

I smiled back and obeyed.

Durgesh kissed squarely on her flowered Sunni Musalmān slit and then I licked the wholewet patch.

“My Ammījān groaned,

“Ah, baby, that”s it. Eat my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt. Eat your beloved birth place.”

“I dived into her cleft and licked and fucked her with my tongue.

In between her groaning, my Ammī, as a true Ammījān in training her child, instructed and guided me in my first ever cunnilingus.

I did as she demanded and she was full of praise for me.

“Now, take my clit between your lips and nibble at it as if it were a Uncut Hindu Prick and provoke it with your tongue.” She instructed.

“I followed.

“In no time she vibrated at her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cuntal region, pulled at my hairs and flooded my mouth and chin with her hot thin juices.

I went on licking, but she stopped me, pulled me up and kissed my lips.

“Thank you, darling” she said. “What a nice manner you pleased your birth place!”

“And she was about to cover and get up.

Durgesh was alarmed. “Is that all, Ammī? Isn’t there any other manner to do my service to please my friend’s birth place?”

I also pleaded her on the brink of tears.

“My Ammījān laughed and winked at and assured Durgesh in a husky voice,

“Don’t worry; I promise you a fuck…in…my…Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, but tell me first, how many Musalmān Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girls you’ve fucked so far?”

“How many?! Oh Ammī, don’t be so cruel. Why making fun of me?” Durgesh winked at my Ammījān lewdly.

“What is fun about it? You’re 22 and have friends in the opposite sex too, no?”

“But, Ammījān, they’re only friends; mere friends.”

“And no sex?”

“No sex.”

“Swear on me.”

“I swear.” I put my hand on her head.

Durgesh hadn’t to do it.

“She made Durgesh stand and pulled his trousers down and his brief.

Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock sprang up and nearly slapped at her beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān face.

“Oh, my…what an Uncut Hindu Cock !” Ammī took it in her hand, pushed back its foreskin and inspected the vain underneath that connects the stem and the glans. “Well, it’s intact.”

“I was confused by her act and was impatient to have some action.

She appeared to be not in a hurry. She got up, picked up the phone, dialed and started speaking to someone.

“Good news! Swargdwaar, gateway of heaven, calls on us.”

“…………..”

“Yes, he is.”

“…………..”

“Yes, it”s very much intact.”

“Ammī hung up the phone and turned her attention again on me.

Durgesh was trying to soothe his restless Uncut Hindu Cock by running her hand over it.

She reached Durgesh with a smile and pushed him down on the sofa.

Kneeling in between Durgesh’s legs, she held his Uncut Hindu Cock , bent her head and took Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock -head in to her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth.

“Aha, what a warmth! And what a heavenly feeling it is!”Durgesh winked at me.

“Taking three four suck at Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock , Ammī pulled of her mouth and asked, “May I seek you and my son a promise?”

“A promise!” I wondered. “What’s it, Ammījān ?”

“That your Hindu friend’s first fuck would be performed only in my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.”

“Ah, what a sweet request! I promise. When is it, Ammījān, now? I’m dying to.” Durgesh was all happiness.

“Be patient, Hindu lover boy. Prior to it, a Sajdah, ritual, is to be performed.”

“A Sajdah? What for? Do you want me to convert into Islam ?” Durgesh was indignant.

“To defile you, my son.” I heard my Abbū’s voice.

“I turned around and was shocked to see my Abbū at the doorstep.

A shiver seized me and Durgesh tried to get up, but my Ammī held Durgesh still.

My Abbū came around and sat by his side casually.

He put his hand around Durgesh’s shoulder and kissed his temple.

“Look, what a growth Durgesh has.” Ammī sought my Abbū’s attention to the Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand.

“Allah!My God, , it’s titanic!” Abbū took Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock from Ammī’s hand and ran his fingers to its length, “Malakul Jannat-e-Firdaus has shaped this Uncut Hindu Lund so big to serve and please my son’s birth place.”

“My Ammījān blushed at his words.

“And already Durgesh is dying to serve.” She said in a mocking voice.

“By the name of Malakul Jannat-e-Firdaus, aren’t you then?” my Abbū scoffed at my Ammījān.

“That made my Ammījān to blush even more.

She took Durgesh’s Hindu erection from my Abbū’s hand and played with its foreskin, pushing it back and forth.

“Abbū put his hand around my shoulder and gave me a hug.

“Look at Ammī; she blushes like a newlywed virgin. Take my word, my son; she is going to give overtime to your Hindu friend’s young wand.”

“My Ammījān hit him playfully.

And they laughed.

It was such a beautiful family scene, etched in my mind.

“Alright, give some relief to his long longing lollypop.” Abbū pushed down Ammī’s head over Durgesh’s upstanding Uncut Hindu Prick.

“Ammī O-ed her Sunni Musalmān mouth and in-took Durgesh’s Hindu erection.

She wrapped it around his Hindu shaft and gave pressure here and there.

Durgesh smiled.

Abbū patted his shoulder and encouraged Durgesh.

Durgesh lifted his buttocks and moved his Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Ammījān looked up, mouthful, and smiled at Durgesh with her big extremely beautiful eyes.

Durgesh tried to push in more of his Hindu piston.

But she controlled its stroke length by grabbing at its base.

“Abbū got up.

His small cut Cock was standing straight.

Abbū instructed Durgesh to go behind Ammī, raised her dress above her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks and Durgesh entered Ammījān from her behind.

“Ah, I never had any Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy so hot and so slushy.”Durgesh whispered.

“Can an Ammījān get excited this much mouthing her son’s Hindu friend’s Uncut Hindu Cock ?” My Abbū exclaimed.

“Ammī looked up at Durgesh and winked.

Holding her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks, Durgesh fucked her from behind.

Ammī swayed.

And that made her mouth moved back and forth on my Abbū’s Cock .

It looked as if she was driven at the same time by two engines: one by Durgesh and another by her son’s Abbū.

In between, my Abbū stretched his hand and Durgesh and Abbū shook hands.

And we laughed.

Ammī pinched at Durgesh’s Hindu thighs playfully.

Durgesh was fully relaxed and fucked her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt free of any guilt.

She tightened her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot around Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund , by gripping it with her labial lips, and scrapped the length with her inner vaginal walls.

In between, she tickled the tip of Abbū and its small slit with the tip of her tongue.

Durgesh’s Hindu balls boiled up and he felt that he couldn’t hold any more.

Durgesh held her waist and fucked fast her and then ejaculated, with a wild groan.

Ammī clasped her labial lips around and didn’t allow even a single drop to escape.

Taking in all Durgesh’s Hindu discharge, she kept on fucking at his Uncut Hindu Cock until it loses its temper.

When Ammī let his Uncut Hindu Cock to go, Durgesh raised her face and kissed her mouth.

She smiled beautifully and winked at Durgesh.

“Abbū seemed met his end point long back.

He was fully dressed and sitting on the sofa, watching us absorbedly.

“Thank you, Ammījān , and thank you, Abbū.” Durgesh and I, both said.

“Welcome, dear.” They sang in chorus.

“And, after a month, on an auspicious day they took Durgesh and me on a travel to our Family Masjid.