Sixty One Eighteen in love-1

Posted: March 5, 2010 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Hijrat Al Rasool, Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb, Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Fātimah Zohrah Bittaul, Jabeen Al Qāsim, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Sophisticated Positive adult sex |2 Comments

Sixty One Eighteen in love

Durgesh

Chapter 1

We Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girls were sitting on the lawns outside, awaiting the clock to strike for the practical class.

Just then a flying bird shitted on the jutting of my left Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breast, I mean, over my blouse. I looked up: it was a crane.

“It’s a good omen of luck!” opined my classmates.

My Abbū used to say that I was conceived in a spiritual way and would bring good luck and fortune once I grew, but he didn’t have any luck to see it realized.

And luck is here in the premonition of …

Oh shit! I had to have a wash and change.

On my way to the hostel, I met Jabeen Al Qāsim and she accompanied me into my room.

Jabeen Al Qāsim was doing her final year whereas I was a fresher in first year.

She became my best friend from the very first day.

she rescued me of my college raking, And Arabic, though I knew little, was our common factor.

Once inside, I undressed and noticed no strain underneath, but the devouring look of my best friend.

A bit shocked but riveted, I felt a weakness in my knees.

Moment next I was in the hold of Jabeen Al Qāsim, with her hands so busy on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts and her breaths so hot on the back of my neck.

In no time, we were naked together.

Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān boobs were double the size of mine.

And so was her thighs and pudendum.

Being a Saåūdī Årab Musalmān and well fed, she was in total contrast in size and color of me, though I was too a young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl.

A beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl she was, and in her birthday suit she looked a real sex bomb for Durgesh, or at least for other Hindus.

Durgesh was our dream man, of all of us Musalmān Beauties, irrespective of our age even.

What if he is even sixty one now, as he claims to be?

None of us believe this nonsense.

Sixty one?

My foot.

I think he is obsessed with my Dādī Ammī’s immortal Saåūdī Årab Musalmān beauty.

She is 78, but she defeats us teens even in her immortal Saåūdī Årab Musalmān beauty and her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān everyouth.

Durgesh wants to fuck my Dādī Ammī, Al Hijrat Al Rasool.

That’s why he claims to be sixty one.

We all teens laugh at his claim, and even the middle aged Musalmān Beauties too.

Jabeen Al Qāsim downed me on my back.

Her hairs were loose.

And when she eclipsed me with her nakedness, her locks cascaded and covered my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān face.

Within its shade she rubbed my lips with her mouth and tongued into me.

And down below, she rubbed my extra ordinary superb Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mound with her hot one as if to set alight my moss, but dampened it with her gushing gash.

“Want Ammī to show you her love, my little lass?” she purred.

“Hmmm.” I moaned and entwined her with my limbs and crushed her against me.

It was my first ever involvement in sex with another person.

And so what if it happened to be a Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl?

She traveled down me with her wet kisses; kneaded my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts with her palms and fingers and sucked at, with half of them filled her mouth.

At my navel, she swirled and pried with her tongue.

And then at the wet eagerness of the valley of my smooth Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs, I received her soft mouth.

I dreamt of Durgesh’s Hindu male mouth there.

But, OK, I can wait for it.

Let him fuck my Dādī Ammī first.

He’d enjoy my tight Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy after it, more.

Let him quench his extra ordinary obsession first.

The damnfool.

He thinks he can run away from us teens.

Never.

We teens deserve the Hindu playboy more than our senior Musalmān Beauties.

He doesn’t think we can win him.

Well, the Hindu idiot has to fuck us all, all of us.

Who’d let the Hindu idiot run away from her?

Not me, at least.

I raised my legs, folded at my knees, and presented her my little rose as a token of my love.

I kept up my head to observe her lovemaking.

She planted a warm wet kiss right on my slit.

A shiver ran through my body.

She lifted her head then and looked into my eyes with a mischievous smile.

A blush crept into my cheeks.

Jabeen Al Qāsim licked her lips and said,

“Want Ammī to love you deep, honey?”

I didn’t speak out, but ran my hands around my extra ordinary ,extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks and, with my own fingers, pulled apart my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy lips and bumped up.

“You little impatient Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān whore!” she laughed and dived into my valley.

Her tongue swept through my canyon.

I let go my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy lips to cling around her hunting tongue and ran my fingers through her locks.

She got hold of my pleasure button and, on and around it, fluttered her Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān tongue like a butterfly.

I lifted up my hips and rubbed my gorge against her chin.

She mouthed up my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy lips and chewed them as if sucking at a mango slit.

I pushed more of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy up into her eager mouth and was seized by a tremor. Allah! Allah..!

And then she ploughed in with her tongue to enter me, but… She raised her head and wondered,

“Allah!Allah!My God, you’ve not broken in yet!”

“Had you, then?” I inquired in a mocking silly voice.

Jabeen Al Qāsim flashed her teeth, raised herself, moved on top in a 69 position and presented me with her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and said,

“Find out the truth you yourself.”

I didn’t know how to assess.

She inserted a single finger into my oozing Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān hole and said,

“Look! Your Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān hole is not even big enough to receive a single slender finger. I don’t know how you’d welcome Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund into it ever, as you always dream of, so openly.Now find out how many fingers you can put into Ammī’s sheath.”

I put one, two, three fingers easily into her Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān abyss and it was slippery like a butter pot that may admit even more fingers.

I knew the answer right away, but remained shocked to ask.

Of course, it was Durgesh.

Jabeen Al Qāsim already enjoying Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund into her Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot, I know.

The liar Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bitch Jabeen Al Qāsim.

With my three fingers inside her she tossed a merry laugh and declared,

“Ammī is broken in, you know…long back…with thick real Uncut Hindu Cock.”

‘Of Durgesh?’ I wanted to ask but avoided out of sheer envy.

Yes, I envied Jabeen Al Qāsim due to her success even where I failed.

The damnfool, Hindu Sexgod, Durgesh, was more interested in my Dādī Ammī than in me.

I sighed at her gaping cave, but kissed at its slush to show her that I was not a square and thus commenced my first licking exercise.

“Ah, that’s it, suck my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and make Ammī happy. I’ll fix a fatty Uncut Hindu Cock , in return, to break in your virgin Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .”

Her vulgar speech heightened my lust.

I eagerly licked and sucked at her odd sourness.

She dived again into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and feasted there with all her skills.

I was not able to hold it for long.

Raising my hips I groaned.

My groans muffled into the fleshy folds of her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

And I released flood after flood into her slurping mouth.

Buried my face into her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt I whimpered like a kitten.

After licking for some more time, she got off me.

I huddled into her bosom and she cuddled me and we kissed.

“Sorry, Fātimah Zohrah Bittaul, I made you miss your practical class.” she apologized.

“A better one we had, Jabeen Al Qāsim.” I blushed.

“Would you then accept me as your guide and instructor?”

“You are my teacher. You are my lover.”

Jabeen Al Qāsim was a day scholar for she lived in the city.

I had to be a hosteler for my home was three hours journey away.

My two other roommates used to be off the room all evenings, doing some additional courses.

In that way Jabeen Al Qāsim and I got plenty of time to be together in our lovemaking.

Her parents, it seemed, never mind her arriving home late in the night.

One day she took me to her home.

I felt shy to interact with her people, but they displayed warmth and affection.

That made me relaxed.

Her parents looked very young, unbelievably.

I told them so and they were pleased at my observations.

They insisted me to come to their house quite often.

I capitalized on that and fell in love with Durgesh, Jabeen Al Qāsim’s Hindu cousin, a handsome boy, a son of Jabeen Al Qāsim’s Buā Ħuzoor.

Durgesh was 19 years old, just 1 year elder than me.

The trouble was he claimed to be sixty one.

Sixty one, my foot.

Jabeen Al Qāsim helped us, as a go between, in our love and in a short time Durgesh and I became intimate.

Soon I came to learn that Jabeen Al Qāsim and Durgesh were not of the same blood, but only so-called Cousin.

Jabeen Al Qāsim was born of Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ but Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ was not Durgesh’s Ammī Ħuzoor.

Durgesh was the son of Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb, a cousin of Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ.

That could be a reason why Jabeen Al Qāsim and Durgesh behave more like friends than as Cousin and brother.

Even after my involvement with Durgesh, I didn’t give up my lesbian love with Jabeen Al Qāsim.

When we do lovemaking, she used to finger fuck me, in between cunnilingus, telling me that she had to make my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān hole wide enough to receive Durgesh‘s Uncut Hindu Cock .

Thus she made my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt to accommodate two of her fingers in one month time.

My love with Durgesh deepened meanwhile; and we started necking now and then.

I decided to lose my cherry with him.

Only my Allah and myself knew how I managed it.

Durgesh was insistent that he was sixty one.

I accepted him with his absurd claim.

I didn’t have another option at all.

When vacation started, I didn’t proceed to my native, but moved into Jabeen Al Qāsim’s house, with an intention on the back of my mind to trap Durgesh in between my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs. Jabeen Al Qāsim’s parents were happy to have me as their guest.

Next day, Durgesh took me to a movie.

I managed the sixty one claiming, my Dādī Ammī’s lover, to see my extra ordinary Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān beauty and youth.

Jabeen Al Qāsim too accompanied.

In the darkness of the movie hall, I started fondling his Uncut Hindu Penis .

It would be mine, only if we gained some privacy.

On that particular day at movie hall, while I was playing with his Uncut Hindu Penis, Jabeen Al Qāsim received a call at her mobile phone.

And she left the hall to attend to her call.

At once I moved my hand on and in between his Hindu thighs.

I unzipped Durgesh bravely, and took out his grand Uncut Hindu Lund out.

I was also eager to feel his fingers at my naked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

So I rolled my skirt up and compelled him to fondle my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy over my panty.

But that led us to yearn to have more.

I removed my panty and put it in my hand bag.

Then in no time I felt his thick fingers allover my hot Sunni Musalmān mound.

That was the beauty of my scheme.

I slipped down on my seat, pushing my extremely beautiful Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks to the edge of the seat.

That gave Durgesh more access and due to my doggedness, he inserted his middle finger into my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān vagina and finger fucked me.

Meanwhile, I took my hand and placed it on his rock-hard Uncut Hindu Cock, freed out of his pants.

First time, I touched an Uncut Hindu Cock .

A thrill ran through my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body.

Fortunately, there was not much crowd on that day and none at the row behind.

I was just holding his Hindu erection.

I was so happy that didn’t know what to do.

Yet, I guided my hand to clasp around and pump Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock up and down.

I got soiled my hand with a thin sticky Hindu secretion.

And meanwhile he bathed his finger with my juices by finger fucking me.

Unusual circumstances heightened my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān pleasure.

I stifled my groans, stuffing my mouth with his shirt.

I thought I was in heaven, but my bad luck, Jabeen Al Qāsim returned by then.

I lowered my skirt and he covered his thing with his hand-kerchief.

I felt, out of shame, that it would be better if I could escape that situation for a few minutes at least.

I begged excuse and went for toilet and had to spend some time to cool down my emotions.

I put on my panty and, walking around the lobby, entered the cinema from the opposite end.

In doing so, I lost my sense of location and moved accidentally through the row behind where I was sitting.

Then, to my shock, I witnessed… Jabeen Al Qāsim, sitting next to Durgesh, was running her hand up and down his Uncut Hindu Cock .

I froze.

In that very instant, Jabeen Al Qāsim lowered her head and took Durgesh‘s enlarged Hindu member into her extremely beautiful Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth and…

I ran out in distress, chocked with tears.

Why couldn’t I do it myself?

Why couldn’t I do it?

Damn me.

On the way back, I didn’t talk much.

I feigned I was not feeling well.

As soon as the dinner was over, I retired to my bed.

I couldn’t sleep.

All my dreams about marrying Durgesh were broken.

To whom I could represent my case?

Jabeen Al Qāsim’s Ammījān was an affectionate person, of course.

But how could I shock a caring Ammījān by revealing her children’s immodest secret?

Silent tears welled up and burned down my cheeks.

I didn’t know when I went to sleep.

Suddenly I woke up.

I thought I heard somebody was crying.

The room was so dark.

I heard again the wailing.

A fear raised in me.

I switched on the lights.

Jabeen Al Qāsim was not there.

I went out.

Durgesh’s room was in dark, but there was light in Jabeen Al Qāsim’s parent’s bedroom.

I heard noises coming out of it.

I shouldn’t have done it, but out of curiosity I approached there and peeped in.

Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ aunty was naked and—and sucking Durgesh‘s Uncut Hindu Cock.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

Even Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ aunty too?

What a boy?

What a Hindu boy this Durgesh is?

Every Musalmān Beauty was mad to suck his Uncut Hindu Penis and get fucked by Durgesh.

Age differences were immaterial.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

She was sitting on the edge of the bed and Durgesh was standing in front of her.

It might be a common sight between Durgesh and a charming Musalmān Beauty, but to me, a first timer, it was a visual spell that charmed me in.

As I was looking, Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ aunty pulled away her beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth from Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock and said,

“Durgesh is ready, Jabeen Al Qāsim.”

I strained a bit more and found to my shock, on the same bed, next moment, Jabeen Al Qāsim was jumping up and down, splitting her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy on Durgesh’s upstanding Uncut Hindu Cock .

My head started dizzying.

Durgesh seized Jabeen Al Qāsim’s jumping Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts.

And she ceased from her jumping and yielded to Durgesh’s pull.

Her hand voluntarily went down and grabbed at Durgesh‘s Hindu erection.

And Durgesh kissed her on her Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

She dismounted Durgesh, and submitted herself to his embrace.

Durgesh, in turn, went into the inviting hands of Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ aunty.

Aunt Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ drew two pillows; pushed them under her glorious Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks, to position her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt elevated, and pulled Durgesh on top.

Durgesh grabbed Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ aunty’s big Saåūdī Årab Musalmān boobs and entered her up-opened Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt with his virile wet Uncut Hindu Cock.

Aunt shouted,

“Chodo mujjhe Durgesh béŧā, zor se chodo. Chod chodke, phāđ do Jabeen Al Qāsim kī Ammī ki Saåūdī Årab Musalmān choot. Ah, fuck me my boy. Fuck Sāsū Ammī hard and rend her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.”

Jabeen Al Qāsim, meanwhile, moved on her knees and elbows and locked her mouth to her Ammījān’s lips.

Durgesh drawing his Uncut Hindu Penis out, moved behind Jabeen Al Qāsim, grabbed her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks and knocked at her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy door with the fist, his Uncut Hindu Cock .

Jabeen Al Qāsim lifted her head, tilted and threw Durgesh an inviting smile.

Durgesh entered her from behind.

After fucking Jabeen Al Qāsim for some time, Durgesh again moved up and down into aunt Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ, entering her again.

Durgesh was fucking both Ammī and daughter simultaneously.

When he fucked Ammī, the daughter was desperate, and pulled Durgesh to her.

When Durgesh fucked Jabeen Al Qāsim, Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ aunty was desperate and pulled Durgesh to her.

Durgesh moved to and fro into Jabeen Al Qāsim and Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ aunty, both.

And all of them moved and moaned.

With dizzying head I slogged back to my room, sat on the bed to get me back composed.

Then I packed up my things and came out of the front door.

I hid my bag behind a portico pillar and went up to the gate and awakened the watchman, who was sleeping already.

“Can you get me some tablets for headache, watch-man.”

“But, Memsaaheb, at this night… One has to go to the main road to locate a medical shop opened.”

“You have to, please. It’s killing me. I don’t want to bother others. I’ll wait here at the gate till you return.”

He gave in.

I gave him money.

As soon as he turned the corner, I, with my bag, climbed and jumped over the gate and escaped.

I could get an auto-rickshaw to Central Bus Stand and a bus from there to my native place.

The sky broke down that night and trees fell down all along the highway.

My journey, thus hindered, took almost a full day and I could reach my town only on the next day night.

I became dead tired of the tedious journey.

I wanted to run in to the soothing hands of my Ammījān.

My Ammījān was of a noble character.

She could have remarried when my Abbū expired, but she decided to give up all her pleasures solely to bring-up my elder brother Nafees Aħmad and me, her only children.

What a great soul she is, I thought, among the filthy people like Jabeen Al Qāsim and family!

Our house was on the bank of a pond.

The town was already gone to sleep.

A small town it was.

I walked on the bank towards my house and it was pitch-dark.

Frogs croaked in high pitch.

Chances of snakes crossing my path were more.

I walked up with my heart at my throat.

All of a sudden rain battered again and I was drenched in no time.

Luckily light shone in my house.

I knocked at the door, but no answer.

Probably the noise of the rain would have drowned my knocking sound or else my Ammījān and Nafees Aħmad would have slept already, leaving the lights on.

The light was coming from the kitchen window.

I went around to that window.

The window was bolted from inside and the glasses were tainted.

But I could spot a broken triangle-shaped slot in one of the glasses.

I fixed one of my eyes on the slot and peeped in.

First it was not clear, but when it became clear it crashed on me as a thunderbolt.

My Ammījān was leaning forward, pressing her abdomen against the kitchen slab and her white sari was hiked well above her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.

Big orbs of her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks were jutting behind.

And against them was slapping again and again the flat abdomen of my Durgesh, driving his thick Uncut Hindu Penis in and out of her depths.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

Durgesh here again?

Fucking my own Ammījān?

He has reached here even before me?

To fuck my Ammījān?

What else the dirty Hindu boy does, except fucking extra ordinary extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties of all available age groups?

Her blouse being unbuttoned, her big Saåūdī Årab Musalmān boobs were overflowing his kneading fingers.

And sinking his teeth on her bare shoulders, Durgesh was attacking at her yielding point, violently, like a wild lion.

With eyes closed and face upturned, exposing her upper row of white teeth, my Ammījān, Al Ibādat Al Karīm, seemed to be enthralled in their love game.

I collapsed on the wet earth and remained there till I got strength to get up.

I climbed back to the bank of the pond and walked away from my home.

Frogs all around heckled at me.

I wept along my way.

I didn’t know where to go or what to do.

Walking back unconsciously to the junction, I phoned up involuntarily to Jabeen Al Qāsim’s home.

“What’s got into you, pagli, mad Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl,” shouted Jabeen Al Qāsim from the other end, but her Ammījān’s voice interrupted.

I cried.

“Are you alright, Fātimah Zohrah Bittaul? Don’t worry, I’ll come over there and pick you up, where are you, my child?”

I wept bitterly,

“On the national highway, auntie, under the cross flyover, south of city.”

I was brought back to Jabeen Al Qāsim’s home.

I buried my face in Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ auntie’s bosom and washed down my sorrows with my tears.

I narrated her, in between my sobs, my brief spell of sex that ended in…

“I’m sorry auntie, I’m unable to make it out… First, here, you and Durgesh with Jabeen Al Qāsim…and then, there, my own Ammījān and Durgesh …” I stuttered.

“I understand your shock, my child, but you’ll overcome it when you come to realize the corruption of love in our Musalmān society. We’ll show you a way-out.”

“Isn’t it wrong, then?”

“There is nothing wrong, neither in our relationship nor in that of your own Ammījān and Durgesh.”

“Auntie…!?”

“But tell me first, why did you call on us when you got disillusioned with your Ammījān and Durgesh?”

“I don’t know, because I called on you only on impulse. May be having such relationship with a Hindu boy is not so… Comparatively—”

She smiled and said,

“Comparison is good when it leads one to get close. Take some rest, baby. Later we meet.”

I didn’t know how long I slept.

I woke up to hear some familiar voices.

When I entered the hall, I found my Ammījān and Durgesh, chit chatting with others in a happy mood.

I didn’t understand how come they arrived there.

Spotted me, my Ammījān ran up and took me in a breath-blocking hug.

“Oh, my darling, you’re a child of Mother Malakul Jannat-e-Firdaus. You’d brought us back luck and everything. You’ve made us happy;” my Ammījān was overflowing with joy and said, ” Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ auntie seeks your hand in marriage with Durgesh.”

Aunt Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ walked over to us, took my hand and led me aside.

“Let her have something to eat, first.”

Once I had ate and settled down, they all surrounded me.

Aunt Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ took me to her bosom and kissed me so affectionately.

“You don’t know what you’ve done to us. I love you… Love you so much.”

I felt like a kid over-loved.

I said,

“I don’t understand, auntie, the way the life takes shape around me.”

“Nothing to worry, the life takes shape around you in a fine way,” Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ auntie assured me, “To clear the cobweb off your mind, I’m going to tell you a story: my own story. Even Jabeen Al Qāsim and Durgesh are not revealed of it till now, but the time has come.”

Al Sājidah Al Sheikħ auntie cast a look at Durgesh.

He nodded his head in approval.

And she started narrating:

We were three children to our parents: meri Bājī, i.e. my elder Kħālāzād Cousin, mera bada bhāī, my elder brother, I mean, and me the youngest.

I don’t know what happened between my parents, but my Ammījān left us and went somewhere when we were very young.

Our Abbū brought us up.

When I was around 15, my elder Kħālāzād Cousin too had run away from home.

Our Abbū though was upset, never failed to care for us.

At 18, after school final, I fell in love with a neighbor Hindu.

He was ten years older than me; jobless too.

But love is so blind it doesn’t calculate.

My Hindu lover was insisting me to run away with him, because my Abbū will never allow us to marry.

I hesitated to do so, for I didn’t want to hurt my Abbū.

And one day I went for a picnic with a few of my schoolmates.

On the way, twenty km away from our town, our vehicle developed some problem and we had to give up our tour.

All other friends phoned up their home to pick them up.

I too phoned up and Durgesh arrived there with his bike.

While driving home, suddenly it started raining.

Others, left earlier, could have reached home already.

We spotted an old structure, a bit away from the highway.

Durgesh and I decided to shelter there till the rain stops, but before we reached the building we were completely drenched.

The building looked like an ancient Masjid, ruined by the course of time.

Surprisingly the interior was clean, swept by the forest wind.

Durgesh removed his cloths, squeezed out the water and started drying his hairs.

I blushed looking at him only in his brief, wet with his Hindu bulge outlined.

“What are you waiting for?’ Durgesh shouted at me, “Remove your wet clothes and get dried or else you’ll catch cold.”

I hesitated.

He laughed at me.

“Look, I’m only a human being. It’s insulting to imagine me in any other way.”

I disrobed and squeezed the water out of my cloths, clad only in my bra and panty.

But I felt a sudden change in the atmosphere.

I looked up at Durgesh.

I could feel the burning of his eyes on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān skin.

I lowered my eyes.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

I was as if a Sex Goddess myself!

Clinging wet, my white bra and panty left nothing underneath to hide.

Even the soft moss of my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān pubic hair was clearly visible.

I turned away from Durgesh out of shame, but the next Moment I felt his nearness behind me.

He held me by my shoulders and pressed his whole Hindu body against mine.

I felt his Hindu hardness on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bums.

I shivered.

The cold wind blown across helped only to increase the fever in me.

Durgesh turned me to face him.

And then Durgesh pressed his Hindu lips against mine and locked me in a fiery Ashvinātam kiss.

I yielded.

He pushed down his brief and guided my hand to his Uncut Hindu Cock .

I broke the kiss and looked down.

He was huge!

Hugest perhaps!

And it jerked its head upward like a wild lizard.

I was a bit frightened by its Hindu temper.

But he moved close and held my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts.

I didn’t retreat.

Durgesh unhooked my bra and my panty followed.

The wet wind had a free kiss on my exposed Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mounds.

In that Moment, the sky flashed a lightning and the deity inside the sanctum sanctorum was revealed. And it was an ancient Pre Islamic Arab Malakul Jannat-e-Firdaus in her nakedness.

Durgesh lowered me on my back on the cold surface of the granite block.

Then he laid his naked Hindu body on mine.

I opened my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs to receive him, but for a virgin he was too much.

And, alas, he couldn’t connect himself to the target.

I put my hand in between and guided myself his Uncut Hindu Cock -head into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy, Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān hole.

It nudged in about an inch, but was prevented there by my virgin veil.

On the stonewall, the rain battered furiously.

Durgesh lost his patience in no time.

With a vengeance he pinned me down and smashed my pit with his steel hard Uncut Hindu Prick.

A sharp pain ripped through me and I wailed in high pitch only to be drowned by the roaring rain.

“Leave me, you Hindu devil, you’re killing me.” I cried.

But he didn’t heed.