Just Eighteen Just Adult:16

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 16

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Vaqār

At around 8.15pm I arrived at the party and found my place at the table, marked by an elegant place card.
Most of the other guests had already arrived.
Looking around I recognised a few faces but there was no-one I’d call a friend or even a close acquaintance.
Next to me, on my right, was a corpulent and slightly sweaty fellow who grudgingly noted my attempt to introduce myself and immediately went back to regaling his companion with talk of how he would be joining his father’s investment bank after graduation.
I resigned myself to an evening of boredom.

The seat on my left was as yet unoccupied.
I looked at the name on the place card:
‘Lady Al Fātimah Al Vaqār’.
“I hope she does,” I thought, but couldn’t help but feel disappointed, as she would no doubt have the kind of equine features that my then-prejudiced mind associated with the nobility and what’s more, would consider me to be the kind of dreadful oik more suited to cleaning the ancestral ovens than being engaged with in conversation.

Some minutes later the Lady arrived, and immediately I realised that the first of my fears was misplaced − wildly so.
She was stunningly attractive: slim and lithe with hair of a deep auburn shade, that fell in ringlets about her face.
And that face! Mouth, nose and eyes almost perfect in form and yet with an other-worldly hint that denied any blandness that that perfection might imply.
A smattering of freckles danced across her cheeks and an impossibly cute, but slightly enigmatic smile played across her lips.
She wore a dress, which appeared to my untutored eye to be made of silk, burgundy in colour, with thin shoulder straps.
My eyes, controlled almost entirely by my libido, noticed that she didn’t appear to wearing a bra, but then she had the kind of perky breasts that rendered such support unnecessary.

I stood to introduce myself.
That smile again, this time with a hint of flirtatiousness?

“I’m Al Fātimah Al Vaqār. You can call me Al Fātimah Al Vaqār,” she informed me in unsurprisingly posh tones.

“Very pleased to meet you Al Fātimah Al Vaqār,” I replied, “I’m Durgesh,” and with that opening gambit, we sat down and started talking.

She, it turned out, had no more interest in formal debating than I did, but her father had been president of the society and his father before him, and it was therefore considered compulsory for her to be a member.
Her family was minor nobility − apparently she was 317th in line to the throne.
My suggestion that we plot together to bump off those ahead of her, one by one, was met with more grace than it deserved, and indeed after very little time we were chatting away like long-lost friends.
No doubt the food was of Michelin star standard and the wine like nectar but it passed unnoticed, such was the intoxicating liquor of her company.
To my pleasure, it was clear that she was as much as enthralled by my company as I was by hers.
This was confirmed while we waited for dessert:
I felt the touch of a stockinged foot on my leg, and saw that smile flicker across her lips yet again.
This time the flirtatiousness was unmistakeable.

“That was you, wasn’t it? Or should I be making a move on my neighbour to my right?” I asked, pointing my thumb at the portly banker-in-waiting.

“Why don’t we skip dessert, pop outside for some fresh air, and you can find out?” she answered.

I don’t need to be asked a question like that twice, and less than a minute later, we were standing outside in the evening air.
The street in which we stood was bustling with throngs of revellers and tourists taking advantage of the early-summer warmth, but we were oblivious to them.
I looked into her mesmerising azure eyes, held her by her waist and pulled her strongly towards me.
Our lips met and we kissed passionately.

Time seemed to stand still.
Continents could have formed and re-formed, mountains could have been thrown up and eroded back to sand; I wouldn’t have noticed.
The taste of her lips was exquisite, the touch of her skin so soft, the feel of her breasts as they pressed against my chest so erotic, that my Uncut Hindu Lund began to spring to life almost immediately.
As she felt its hardness against her stomach, her breathing became more hurried, and her embrace tightened around me.
Then she pulled her lips away from mine.

“Let’s go back to my house,” she said, insistently. “My parents are away this evening and we’ll have the place to ourselves.”

“Your wish is my command, my Lady,” I responded − rather calmly, I thought, considering how rapidly the events of the night had unfolded.
I turned round and hailed the first cab that came past.
We slid into the back seat and she told the driver our destination, which was a street in one of the more upmarket neighbourhoods in the city.

“Lovely evenin'” said the driver.
I began to reply, but got no further than “Certainly…” before Al Fātimah Al Vaqār had once more clamped her face to mine.
I noticed in the rear-view mirror the driver rolling his eyes and smiling.
“I’ll be as quick as I can”, he laughed.

But Al Fātimah Al Vaqār had no ears for him.
Our kissing became yet more passionate, making my Uncut Hindu Lund harder still, so that it strained against the fabric of my trousers.
As if she sensed this telepathically, she moved her hand down to touch it, and I almost exploded there and then.

She pulled away from our kiss and moved her mouth to my ear.

“In a few minutes, this is going to be inside my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot,” she whispered.

I didn’t believe it possible for my Uncut Hindu Lund to get any harder, but I swear it did on hearing that.
I had only known her for two hours and already she was talking to me like that − was I the luckiest man alive?
She then licked my ear and moved her tongue down my neck, setting the hair on my nape on end.
Her tongue was like electricity.
Not caring about what the driver could see, I slipped one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder and pulled the top of the dress down to reveal her breast.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār gasped as I took it in my hand and squeezed it, at first gently but then ever more firmly.
I took hold of her nipple, already erect, between my finger and thumb, and toyed with it so that it stood out even more proudly.
Her fingernails dug into my back and she began to gently nibble my earlobe.

“‘Ere we are,” announced the driver, “where d’ya want me to stop? I could drive round the block a few times if yer like.”

“Just here will be fine,” said Al Fātimah Al Vaqār, rather breathlessly, as I replaced her breast within her clothing.
She shimmied out of the car and I followed.

“Cheers mate,” I said to the driver as I handed him a twenty. “Keep the change.”

“Cheers to you too, guvnor,” he replied. “and thanks for the show.”

I laughed, but by this time Al Fātimah Al Vaqār was tugging on my arm, and soon we were climbing up the steps towards her house, an imposing yet elegant four-storey town house which would have had the pound signs spinning in front of any estate agent’s eyes.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār fumbled for her key in her purse impatiently, although I confess I didn’t do much to help as I held her around her waist from behind, dabbed delicate kisses on her exposed neck and shoulders and thrust my raging Hindu erection between her pert Musalmān bum cheeks, the gossamer fabric of her dress providing no protection whatsoever.

Opening the door at last, we more-or-less stumbled inside.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār threw her purse to the ground and leapt on me once more.
Our kisses were, if it were possible, even more passionate than before.
We tore ourselves apart from each other just long enough for Al Fātimah Al Vaqār to take off my jacket, rather violently loosen and remove my tie, and begin unbuttoning my shirt.
I was still planting kisses on her cheeks, which were flushed rose-red, almost as if they had been slapped.

As soon as my shirt was off, I had the rather easier job of slipping the straps of my lover’s dress from her shoulders and letting gravity do the rest, the dress then forming a magenta puddle on the ground.
A vision of superb Musalmān beauty, such as I could not have envisaged I would ever see, stood before me.
She was not tall, and while slim was not skinny.
Her skin was pale, almost creamy, and was made to seem like porcelain by the rich red of her hair.
Her breasts were large − my experienced eye estimated them as a 32B − they stood up proudly, were shaped as if carved by Michelangelo himself and were capped with small but delightfully pink aureoles.
Her torso curved inwards to her belly, out again to her hips and had all the athletic and nubile comeliness one would expect from the young Musalmān woman of eighteen that she was.
Well, I was already sixty four.
Yet, there was nothing to worry.
Most of the Just Eighteen Just Adults preferred me on their equally Just Eighteen Just Adult immensely inexperienced and equally immensely irresponsible youngsters.
They loved my thoroughly experienced immensely responsible handling of them.

I’d hardly had a chance to take in fully this Musalmān beauty when Al Fātimah Al Vaqār leant forward and began kissing, then nibbling on my nipple, the nibbles on the cusp of being painful and all the more erotically charged for being so.
I thanked Eīshān that I had gained so much experience in matters sexual, as had I not I would surely have blown my load in my pants there and then.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār proceeded to undo my trousers, and slid them to the floor.

“Get those fucking shoes and socks off!”, Al Fātimah Al Vaqār whispered frantically.
I smiled and obliged her.

Now we stood in front of each other, wearing nothing but our underpants.
There was a brief pause while we looked at each other, and I saw such a fire of lust burning within her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes, which I knew was mirrored in my own.
Then, without any further words, Al Fātimah Al Vaqār grabbed my pants and pulled them down, allowing my rampant Uncut Hindu Lund its freedom at last.

There was a gasp, perhaps of pleasure, perhaps of apprehension.
I don’t feel that I’m boasting to say that my Uncut Hindu Lund is larger than average, being some 8 inches long and very chunky with it.
Was she beginning to regret the forwardness she expressed in the taxi?
It appeared not, as Al Fātimah Al Vaqār fell to her knees and took my Uncut Hindu Lund in both her delicate Musalmān hands.
Her hands were small and delicate and this served to make my Uncut Hindu Lund seem even larger.
Poking out her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue, Al Fātimah Al Vaqār licked the end of my Uncut Hindu Lund, in doing so removing the droplet of pre-cum that was gathering there.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār then proceeded to lick all around the head, paying particular attention to under the rim of the helmet and the frenulum.
There was no doubt that she had taken time to learn the art of turning a man on − this was not beginner’s luck.
As if to confirm this, she looked up at me and smiled − while still tonguing my Uncut Hindu Lund − and then drew back leaving a big glob of her saliva onto it.
This was not the work of an amateur!
Using the lubrication she had just provided, Al Fātimah Al Vaqār began wanking me with both hands, then alternately removing one of those hands and using it to cup my balls.
Again she left more her saliva on my Uncut Hindu Lund, looked me in the eye once more, and then greedily began to devour my Hindu shaft.
The feeling was as intense as any I had ever experienced: my Uncut Hindu Lund seemed to completely fill her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, to the extent that I was worried I might injure her, but the act clearly held no fear for her.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār took me into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as far as she could − my Uncut Hindu Lund was too long for someone so small to take in all the way without having first had training from a sword-swallower − but by Eīshān, Al Fātimah Al Vaqār was trying!
Knotting my fingers into her hair, I began − slowly at first, − to fuck her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
With increasing speed I continued, as Al Fātimah Al Vaqār spread my buttocks with her hands and grunted, as well as she could with a mouth full of Uncut Hindu Lund, her appreciation.

It was taking every reserve of my immense Hindu willpower to keep from coming into her open Musalmān mouth, and she must have sensed this.

“Durgesh! Don’t you dare come!” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār said, pulling away from me, “I need that matchless Uncut Hindu Lund of yours inside me first!”

I needed no further encouragement.
I lifted her back to her feet, put my thumbs into the sides of her knickers and slowly pulled them down over her hips as I got down to my knees myself.
As I removed them a triangle of pubic hair came into view, but as I revealed yet more it became clear that she had had the hair around her vagina neatly waxed.
I pulled the knickers completely off, tossed them to one side and spread her legs slightly, so better to afford access to her swollen and puffy sex.
With my fingers I spread her labia, revealing her wetness and exposing her small, pink clitoris.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was as perfectly formed as the rest of her body − porn stars would have paid thousands to their Hollywood plastic surgeons achieve this level of shapeliness.
I ran my Hindu lips on her Musalmān folds, picking up some of her copious Musalmān juices.
“You taste like honey,” I told her, and Al Fātimah Al Vaqār responded by grabbing my head and pressing my face to her sex. “Kiss me then more, there,” she commanded.

Holding her firm extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks in my hand, I began to kiss her clit with my lips, first teasingly, then slowly more firmly.
I felt her whole body shiver.
Before long I was kissing her clitoris with my lips, pausing only to run my lips along and across her labia.

“Ooh! Right there!” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār moaned, grasping the back of my head and grinding her hips against my face.

I returned my lips to her clit, which by now was standing proud and moistened by my saliva and her juices, and slipped a finger into her open and willing extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Allah! Oh God!” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār exclaimed, “put it in me! Fuck me with your finger while I suck you!”

I began to move my finger back and forth within her, slowly probing and feeling her deepest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān recesses.
As my finger rubbed against the ridged wall of her vagina, and my lips nuzzled her love button, she grabbed my head even more firmly and began to shudder over her entire body.

“Allah, I’m coming!” she shouted.

I felt the convulsions of her vagina as she came and I swear I felt a wave of heat against my face as she screamed, “Allah! Oh my God!” with no thought for what the neighbours might hear.

I stood up and we paused for breath.
I held her to me, her delightful Musalmān breasts pressed against my Hindu male body.
I looked into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes.
Her face, flushed with post-orgasmic ecstasy, looked so pure and innocent that it seemed incredible that such language could have been uttered by her just seconds previously.

“Durgesh! Are you going to fuck me then or what?” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār panted.

“I can honestly say that there has never, in my entire life, been anything I would rather do,” I responded.

With that I lifted her feather-light Musalmān body onto the dresser that was stood next to us in the hallway.
Grasping her by the thighs I opened her legs and pulled her towards me, so that her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was perched at the edge of the dresser.
I took my Uncut Hindu Lund in one hand, pressed it against her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips and began to gently rub it up and down.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār wrapped her legs around me and pulled me towards her, increasing the pressure I was exerting on her already swollen labia, but she was so wet that my Uncut Hindu Lund was still able to slide across her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as though protected by a layer of Teflon.

Releasing me slightly from her grasp, Al Fātimah Al Vaqār took my rock-hard Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and presented its head to the entrance of her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Durgesh, I told you that this was going in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and I’m always true to my word,” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār said with a wicked grin.

With that she gripped my Hindu waist again with her legs and pulled me towards her, forcing my Uncut Hindu Lund into her open and inviting Musalmān hole.
The feeling was remarkable − it was like I’d had an injection of adrenaline directly into my brain.
Her Musalmān love tunnel was so tight and yet so wet that we were like a freshly-oiled machine as I pistoned my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her.

“That’s it,” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār exhorted, “fuck me hard, Durgesh. Make me come again.”

I responded by increasing the speed of my Hindu strokes, making the dresser shake in time with the little moans that were escaping from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with each thrust.
She tilted her head back and closed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes as I continued to pound her, my hefty balls slapping against her arse.

“Allah! Oh God Durgesh, that feels so good,” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār told me, looking me in the eye once more.

I knew that if this carried on for much longer that I would be unable to stop myself from coming, so I picked up her petite Musalmān body and told her to hold on to me.

“Which way’s the living room?”, I asked.

Al Fātimah Al Vaqār giggled:
“The door to your right,” and I proceeded to carry her through the doorway and then toward the sofa which sat in the middle of the room.

“Don’t drop me!” she pleaded, but I was fit and muscular and her small weight was no burden at all.

With Al Fātimah Al Vaqār still impaled on my Uncut Hindu Lund I sat on the sofa, which was easier said than done, but the manouevre was carried out without injury, and now she was sitting on me, my full 8 inches inside her.
She paused for a while, slowly swivelling her hips as if she was getting my Uncut Hindu Lund to explore every square inch of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān insides.
Then, putting her hands on my chest for purchase, she lifted herself up, then down again.

“Mmmm. I feel so full,” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār purred. “I’ve not had an Uncut Hindu Lund this big before and I fucking love it!”

There is something intensely erotic about a girl talking dirty, and the effect was heightened not only by her butter-wouldn’t-melt demeanour but also by her delightfully upper-class accent.

Once again she raised herself a few inches, and then slowly let herself down, rotating her hips a little with each motion.
My swollen Uncut Hindu Lund was as big and hard as it had ever been.
I took one of those perky Musalmān tits in each hand and gently tugged on them in time with her movements.

“Keep on doing that,” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār said, as her thrusts became more rapid.

Her brow was studded with beads of sweat as her speed increased to almost a blur.
The stimulation was so intense that it took every reserve of my willpower to stop myself from shooting my jizz deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Eventually I had to take hold of her by her hips and stop her from bouncing on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“I don’t want to come before you do,” I told her. “Let’s slow it down a little.”

With that, I took one of her butt cheeks in each hand and lifted her off me a little, while still keeping the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār leant forward and began nuzzling my neck and planting little kisses on my lips and face, as I spread her cheeks with my hands.
Very slowly Al Fātimah Al Vaqār gyrated her hips, sending waves of intense pleasure through my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, but never enough to make me lose my self-control.
I took one of my hands away from her bum and put my fingers to her lips, gently prising open her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She sucked and licked my fingers, leaving them wet, while I began tracing the fingers of my other hand up and down the cleft between her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
Initially I stopped short of her anus, but with each downwards movement I got a little closer.
Eventually I was touching her arsehole, and each time I did a little shiver convulsed her.
Taking my other hand from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, the fingers now sodden with her saliva, I returned it to her arse and placed the tip of my middle finger on her anus.
She gave a little gasp. I drew circles around her anus with my finger, occasionally teasing her that I might break the barrier leading into that taboo place.
“Go on then,” she said, looking me directly in the eye. “What are you waiting for?”

With great care I applied a little pressure against her anus, and felt her ring part and allow my finger entry. Little by little I pushed it further in.

“Allah Oh God,” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār exclaimed. “You’re in my arse and it feels good! Don’t move it − just leave it there while you fuck me.”

I began slowly thrusting into her.
She got back up to her knees, allowing me to see my Uncut Hindu Lund pumping in and out of her open extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
On each upstroke Al Fātimah Al Vaqār was taking the full length of my Hindu shaft, up to the hilt, inside her, and with each stroke she voiced her pleasure:
“Allah! Oh fuck me, Durgesh … Allah! oh fuck me, Durgesh … Allah, oh fuck me, Durgesh …”

With the sound of her ecstasy and the intensity of the feeling of fucking her, I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I emptied my Hindu balls inside her, and it was clear that it wouldn’t be long before I felt the waves of her orgasm on my Uncut Hindu Lund either.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār dug her fingernails into me, threatening to rip my nipples from my chest, her moans rising to a crescendo:
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

“Oh FUCK!”

Al Fātimah Al Vaqār leapt off my Uncut Hindu Lund and finger as though she’d been shot.

And then I heard why.

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF Allah the GOD IS GOING ON HERE?!” It was the voice of a woman, a voice so posh that it seemed that its owner must play with diamonds ever.

Chapter 17
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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