The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-31

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

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Chapter 31

Durgesh Al Fajir Al Vaqār
Durgesh Al Firdaus Al Saåīd

I shrugged and smiled back at Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, as a kid watching the clown parade at the circus.

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd wiggled out of the swimsuit making sure that I caught every jiggle of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
The next swimsuit she tried on was a green bikini.
She stepped out of the dressing room to better model it for me.
The top covered her firm young Musalmān breasts with triangles of green material and it tied behind the neck and back.
Green material from the bottoms invaded her slit and created a camel-toe.
She smiled and said,
“I like this one.”

“It looks real nice on you,” I said nodding my approval.

I noticed that her butt cheeks peeked out from the bottoms.
I smiled as Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, manipulated her forefingers along the inside of the bikini to remove the material from the crack of her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass in the most lady-like fashion.
The maneuver tightened the material across the front of her bikini causing her camel-toe to transform into a moose knuckle.
My mouth watered imagining the delights hidden just beneath the green bikini material.
It was too much.
Blood pounded in my ears as cum surged from my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I shut my eyes and with a quite growl I reaffirmed,
“Ahh, yeah, uh, I really like this one, too.”

While the salesclerk rang up Al Firdaus Al Saåīd‘s purchases I smiled controlling myself.

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was still wearing the green bikini.

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd had put on a white blouse as a cover-up and had tied the tail into a bow around her waist that would allow me to watch her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass wiggle as she walked.
The green fabric from her bikini bottoms had ever so slightly infested the crack of her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
She put both hands on her butt cheeks in order to sneak out the material.

“Leave it…” I commanded, when she looked at me questioningly I smiled at her affably.

“Okay Durgesh,” Al Firdaus Al Saåīd replied shrugging her shoulders.
She led the way to the pier where we planned to eat lunch.
I followed her hiding my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.

I loved to watch the rise and fall of each of her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks and the sideways sway of her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
More green material inched into her crack.
I grew alert, vigilant and couldn’t believe how hard I got by simply watching Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, walk.

We ate lunch at a taco stand on the end of the pier talking and watching wet-suited surfers battle the waves.
After waiting the requisite thirty minutes we made our way to the beach.
Once we staked our claim with our beach towels we hurried to the water’s edge and frolicked in the surf.
After a while we headed back to our towels to rest.

As we dripped dried on our towels a couple of guys strolled by and lustfully leered at Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
She caught me glaring at the guys and heard me mutter my displeasure under my breath.
She smiled at My reaction.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gushed with primeval recognition that I was engaging in male posturing, asserting my right to her.

Later a pair of vacationing coeds, a blonde and a redhead challenged the duo to a game of beach volleyball at a nearby net.
We took up the challenge and agreed that the losers of the best of three sets would buy the winners snow cones from a nearby vendor.

The coeds lost the first set by two and won the second set by five.
The young women thought they would put the older man away without much trouble.
They were surprised at the extremely good shape that I was in, they were unaware I made my living being the utmost successful Sex Therapist.
That they had to work for every shot perplexed and irritated them.
They spent much of the third set sniping at each other over flubbed plays.

I was in the backcourt when I caught the pale flash of Al Firdaus Al Saåīd‘s butt cheek peeking from beneath her bikini bottoms.
My concentration left the game as I studied Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s ass and the subtle way the material of the bikini hugged and accentuated every Musalmān curve.
I licked my lips as my mind recalled the image of Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, bent over fully revealing her pretty pucker and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to me earlier in the day.
I heard Al Firdaus Al Saåīd‘s shouted warning just before the volleyball smashed into me.

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was at my side in a Moment.
She took the tail of my shirt and pinched. Her eyes were filled with concern as she asked,
Durgesh, are you okay?”

The coeds quickly joined Al Firdaus Al Saåīd at My side and I smiled at all the Musalmān female attention.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd glared at the young woman who had spiked the volleyball and scolded the blonde,
“You could’ve hurt my husband, Bitch.”
I was startled.
I’d never anticipated Al Firdaus Al Saåīd would tell them that I was her husband and she was my duly married Musalmān wife.
Husband?” the young Musalmān woman was immensely surprised.*

I smiled,
“It’s alright. I’m not hurt,”
“Who you calling Bitch, Bitch,” postured the offended blonde squaring up on Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
I was not surprised by Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s aggressive behavior.
I stood between Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, and the coed.
I said, “I think it’s time for us to leave.”

“Are you forfeiting?” asked the redhead.

The blonde added,
“If you forfeit you owe us a snow cone but I’ll settle for a kiss from Durgesh.”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd started to go after the young woman but I blocked her route then took her by the hand and led her towards our beach towels.
She had to settle for sticking her tongue out at the laughing blonde as I led her down the beach.

Once we had retrieved our belongings we headed back to the rented cottage.
We each showered the sand and sweat from our bodies.
We decided to eat and I grilled steaks and corn on the cob on the patio while Al Firdaus Al Saåīd nuked potatoes in the microwave and tossed a salad.

While Al Firdaus Al Saåīd busied herself in the kitchen her cellphone’s ringtone went off.
She answered,
“This is Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, what’s up?”

Al Fajir Al Vaqār laughed and said,
“My, aren’t you in a good mood. I’m so glad.”

“Oh, hi Ammī,” Al Firdaus Al Saåīd exclaimed.
She told her Ammī everything Al Firdaus Al Saåīd and I had done while in Pismo Beach, including the volleyball game with the coeds.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd declared,
“I was so ready fight both those bitches.”

“You were?” Al Fajir Al Vaqār asked, “How come?”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd replied simply,
“They hurt my Durgesh.”

“Wow!”

“Yeah, that and I felt guilty about what I did to him earlier.”

“What did you do?”

“I got carried away and teased Durgesh when I was trying on swimsuits.
“Durgesh was looking at me in a way I had never been looked at before.
“It was more desire than lust and I responded to my scrutiny very luridly. I think I made him immensely erect. I’m so naughty.”

Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s voice was reassuring,
“Don’t feel guilty. It was a natural response. Durgesh loves you and he does desire you. Do you too desire him?”

“That’s a bit incestuous,” protested Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.

“Maybe, but you didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t know how to answer that question. I liked the way Durgesh looked at me. It made me feel wanted and sexy in a way I’ve never felt before.”

“Okay, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd. After supper get dressed up and have Durgesh take you dancing at the beach Club. Just let nature take its course I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Durgesh is quite the Uncut Hindu Lundsman.”

“Are you saying I should have sex with Durgesh?” Al Firdaus Al Saåīd asked with shaky voice.

“Yes I am. Baby-girl, you’ve only had one sexual experience. It was a terrible one and left you emotionally scarred. Durgesh loves you like no other man does. Having sex with a man who truly loves you is truly a celestial experience.”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was a bit shocked by her Ammī’s suggestion.
She asked,
“I can’t believe you’re encouraging me to have sex with Durgesh. Durgesh is your husband now, practically. You won’t be jealous?”

“I love you too Al Firdaus Al Saåīd and I want you to be happy not depressed. I think a sexual experience with Durgesh would do you a lot of good. So no, I wouldn’t be jealous. I have to go, I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you Baby-girl, good-bye.”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was quiet while she and I ate supper on the patio.
We watched wet-suited surfers catching the last waves as the sun sank into the pacific.
The natural beauty only highlighted the aura of emotion we were feeling for each other.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd looked at me and had to cross her legs as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot dampened with yearning.
She stroked my chiseled cheek and I smiled at her.
She said,
“I want to go dancing. Will you take care of the dishes while I get changed?”
“Sure thing, Young lady,” I replied simply.

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd came out of the bathroom wearing a little blue mini-dress.
It had a scoop neckline which highlighted her cleavage.
She did a little spin that billowed the pleated skirt of her dress and revealed her sexy black thong.
Her maneuver also divulged that the dress had a plunging V-shaped back that made wearing a bra impossible.
Her legs were encased in sexy black thigh-high stockings and her shoes were black four-inch heels.
She had left her shoulder length hair down.
Big hooped earrings dangled from her ears.
Her make-up was perfect.

“You look beautiful,” I smiled with adoration.

“Thank you, Durgesh,” beamed Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, “Shall we go?”

The beach Club was crowded but we managed to slip in and found a table.
A waitress took our drink orders.
Just as our drinks arrived the band played a slow song.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd squealed with delight and pulled me by the hand out to the dance floor.
She shimmied her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks to the beat of the music.
Looking over her shoulder she smiled
at me, who seemed to find the oscillation of her derriere mesmerizing.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd spun on her heel and opened her arms to me.

I wrapped my arms around her waist just above her butt as she rested her head on my shoulder.
I smiled joyfully as we swayed to the rhythm of the music.
Inhaling the fragrance of her perfume I pulled her tight against me crushing her firm young Musalmān breasts into my wide Hindu chest.
My Uncut Hindu Lund stood at rigid attention and rubbed against Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s mons.
I was pleasantly surprised when she ground her ardent Musalmān mound back into my Hindu hardness.
I looked into her beautiful Musalmān eyes and she into mine.
It was so natural for me to gently caress her quivering Musalmān lips with a kiss.
The song finished and we looked longingly into each other’s eyes as others applauded.

Just as we were about to move into each other’s arms against and dance to the next number a young woman’s voice cut in,
“Since I didn’t get a snow cone how about a dance?”

Before Al Firdaus Al Saåīd could object I interjected,
“Sure.”

I embraced the Musalmān redhead dressed in a black mini-dress and we swayed to the music.
I rested my hand on the coed’s slim Musalmān waist much to Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s displeasure.
Slowly I maneuvered the redhead who flirted more than danced while Al Firdaus Al Saåīd stomped back to our table and pouted.

Another slow song began to play and the young woman’s blonde partner took her turn dancing with me.
She wore a red mini-dress and wrapped her arms around my neck as my arms encircled her waist.
The dance floor was so crowded we could do little more than sway in place to the music.
She boldly ground herself on my Hindu package.
The song ended and we broke apart to applaud.

The band started to play another number and just as the blonde was about to corner me into another dance, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd tapped her on the shoulder and said,
“I believe this is my dance, Bitch. After all, Durgesh is my husband, not yours. Isn’t he?”

The blonde glowered her disdain but relented. “Sure Slut, he’s your husband after all. You are right.”

“That’s right, he is my husband and don’t you forget it,” Al Firdaus Al Saåīd puffed, posturing for dominance.

The band played a faster number.
With a wicked grin Al Firdaus Al Saåīd spun her back to me and began to palpitate her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass into My Hindu loins, my Uncut Hindu Lund actually got harder.
Looking over her shoulder Al Firdaus Al Saåīd giggled as My face flushed with excitement.
Soon she got lost in the music and her young female Musalmān lust.
Her appealing Musalmān ass wiggled and her tantalizing Musalmān tits jiggled to the wild beat as she performed a primitive mating dance before me.
She spun around and continued to dance in front of me, gyrating her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks bewitchingly.
Her voice was husky with lust as she suggested,
“I’m ready to go home now, Durgesh.”

“Then let’s go home,” said I taking her by the hand and leading her off the dance floor.

Arriving at the cottage I opened the door and Al Firdaus Al Saåīd silently entered the living room.
She spun to speak but I took her in my arms and hungrily kissed her.
Kissing me back she twirled her tongue with mine in a delightful dance of lust.
All of sudden she pushed me away panting and looking at me with big doe eyes.

I grabbed her and pulled her once against into an embrace.
I kissed her deeply until she sighed into my mouth and went limp in my arms.
With her resistance collapsing she surrendered to my desire.
Picking her up I carried Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, to my bed.
The full moon, a lover’s moon, shone through the bedroom window casting the room in a romantic pale.

As I laid her on the covers Al Firdaus Al Saåīd whispered.
I quickly stripped as Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, took on an angelic repose.
Climbing on the bed my Uncut Hindu Lund swayed between my legs like a hungry beast on the hunt.
I murmured,
“Oh Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, you are so beautiful.”

I kissed Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s lips and she returned my kiss by darting her tongue into my mouth.
I kissed her neck mesmerized by her perfume.
Sliding her dress top down to her waist I exposed her Firm young Musalmān breasts.
They were swollen with lust and her nipples were hard and jutted invitingly from the middle of her areolas.
I kissed each firm young Musalmān breast, then took a stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it hard.

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd arched her back and groaned.
Her fingers encouragingly caressed the back of My head as I teased the nipple then blew my hot breath on it.
She moaned,
“Durgesh, you’re torturing me.”

I moved down the bed and lightly kissed Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s stocking clad knee then I moved up her thigh.
Pushing the hem of her dress to her waist I could tell that her black thong was wantonly wet in the moonlight.
I knew she was having second thoughts as she became rigid and turned her head toward the window.
But, I wasn’t.
I pulled her panties down, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd sighed deeply and lifted her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass off the bed to allow me to peel her panties completely off.
I looked down at Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, and murmured lovingly,
“You’re so beautiful Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, I want you so bad.”

Her bare Firm young Musalmān breasts were heaving with exhilaration.
Her dress was bunched around her waist.
A tiny thatch of hair headlined her ardent Musalmān vulva.
Her hairless Musalmān labia was engorged with excitement and glistened with anticipation.
Catching a whiff of her sex scent I followed it to its source.
She spread her legs invitingly granting me access to her excited Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I brushed my male Hindu lips over her ardent Musalmān slit with light caresses as she strained and bucked her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks upward.
Finally, I put my lips right on top of her ardent Musalmān slit and kissed it gently, then harder, she moaned in pleasure.
My Uncut Hindu Lund broached her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund up and down the layers of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flesh.
Tentatively, my Uncut Hindu Lund entered her and fucked her with gentle stabs of its tip.
I brought my Uncut Hindu Lund to the top of her ardent Musalmān slit and used it like a probe.
Locating her pearl, I rubbed it hard and pressed my Uncut Hindu Lund into the hood.
It felt heavenly to Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
I teased the hell out of her at the same time.
She muttered encouragement to me,
“That…that’s…it…that’s it.”

I slid my Uncut Hindu Lund slowly but firmly as far as it will go into Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s drooling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It was as if dipping my Uncut Hindu Lund into melted butter, her juices streamed down the crack of her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
I teased her meticulously until my Uncut Hindu Lund made contact with her G-spot.

“That’s the place,” Al Firdaus Al Saåīd rasped and squirmed on my hand.
I tapped my fingers against her G-spot with a come hither action that made her clutch the bed sheets.
Soon my Uncut Hindu Lund was rocketing in and out of her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot with forceful exuberance.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār whispered,
“Don’t stop… please, don’t stop… don’t ever… ever stop.”

Gently I pulled Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips apart with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Once her Musalmān clit was exposed I flicked my Uncut Hindu Lund quickly against it.
Her legs thrash against my shoulders as she writhed about the bed.
Sensing that she was approaching orgasm I pushed forcefully on her Musalmān clit.
She lifted her butt off the mattress and wildly bucked her Musalmān pelvis with the rising wave of climax.
Yet, I managed to keep my Uncut Hindu Lund on her Musalmān clit and rubbed even harder on it.

“Don’t stop, Durgesh! Durgesh, don’t stop! Please, Mérī Jān! Méré Hindu Piyā!”

Satisfied that Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was on the verge of climax I lightly rubbed her Musalmān clit and savagely shoved my Uncut Hindu Lund up her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
White light exploded before Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s eyes as orgasm rippled through her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
The bed quivered beneath her as my body quaked on top of it.
She cried out with dizzy delight,
“Oh, Durgesh…My Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot cum…Oh, Durgesh.”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd collapsed on the bed and lay still, gasping for breath.
When she came down from her cosmic climatic heights, she opened her beautiful Musalmān eyes.
After a Moment her beautiful Musalmān eyes focused and she saw My face full of adoration.

I was delighted that I had given Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, so much pleasure.
I asked, “Are you okay?”

“Never better, Durgesh. Mérī Jān! Méré Hindu Piyā!” She seemed to glow from the passion.

I moved between Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s trembling legs.
I watched as her beautiful Musalmān eyes rested on my engorged Uncut Hindu Lund.
It had never been so hard or throbbed with so much desire, recently.
Looking at me through half-open eyelids
she feebly smiled, as I put my hands behind her knees and pushed them to her Firm young Musalmān breasts.
I grabbed my rock solid Uncut Hindu Lund and guided into her wet wanton Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I slowly sank my Uncut Hindu Lund into her until my bloated balls rested against her pretty pink pucker.
Groaning I paused and curled my toes to keep from blowing my load, as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was unbelievably tight.

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd gasped and held her breath as My bulbous head penetrated her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
The length of my massive Hindu shaft soon followed.
In a natural response to her lover she squeezed her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot muscles tightening her grip on my monster Uncut Hindu Lund.
She patted My hips to let me know she had adjusted to my girth.
She muttered her pleasure.
“Durgesh…you’re so…hard…so…big.”

As I began to slowly withdraw my Uncut Hindu Lund, I felt the wet walls of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot clutch at my Uncut Hindu Lund.
When the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund was practically falling out of her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot, I slid it back into her clear to the hilt.
Soon I had a slow tempo going and Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, moaned as I sunk my Uncut Hindu Lund into her and groaned when I began to withdraw it.
After just a few minutes I knew I couldn’t last much longer so I pushed myself up on my hands and pummeled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with abandon.

The new position changed the angle of My pelvic bone pressed against Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s Musalmān clit.
She muttered with urgency,
“Fuck me, Durgesh. Fuck me like that, fuck me, Durgesh, till infinity.”

With animal-like lust I looked deep into her beautiful Musalmān eyes and curled my lip as I throttled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I set a fantastic pace that drove waves of ecstasy throughout her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
As I hammered my Uncut Hindu Lund into Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, against and against, her big Firm young Musalmān breasts bounced to and fro like they were directly propelled by my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She twisted her nipples squealing with depraved delight.
Reaching between her legs she diddled her Musalmān clit with urgency.
Her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks bucked furiously on My Uncut Hindu Lund as her passion peaked.
Wild-eyed she howled,
“Yeeeeeeeeee!”

I felt Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot contracting as she wailed in climatic ecstasy.
After she relaxed I frantically plunged my Uncut Hindu Lund into her hot Musalmān box like a lunatic while she bounded her heels across my hips like bronco rider.
With a final stab of my Uncut Hindu Lund my bloated balls blasted our load deepest inside Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I groaned, “Cum…aw yeah…cum!”

“Fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot Durgesh! Fill me with your Hindu cum.”

I collapsed back down on Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, and gasped for air.
I rested my head on her beautiful Firm young Musalmān breasts and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I remained fully erect and fully seated in her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot as I recovered.
I caught a glimpse of a tear running down her cheek.
Perplexed I softened and pulled out of Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I rested on my back and she rolled over and cuddled against me.
Choked with overwhelming emotion I whispered,
“I love you, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd kissed My cheek then rested her head on my chest.
A radiant smile graced her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth,
“Durgesh, I never knew sex could be so gratifying between a Hindu man and Musalmān woman. You made me realize that making love is so much more satisfying than simple sex. I love you, Durgesh.”

Soon we both fall into satiated sleep, a deep cloying slumber that only comes from complete and total sexual satisfaction, my Uncut Hindu Lund still deepest into her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

A few hours later sunlight perforated the window announcing a new day.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was still resting her on My chest when she blinked awake.
Stirring she heard a noise from the doorway.
She lifted herself up and exclaimed,
“Ammī?”

In voice soft and low Al Fajir Al Vaqār explained,
“The conference finished, so I drove all night to get here. Is there room for one more in that bed?”

Stripping Al Fajir Al Vaqār got on the bed and rolled on her back spreading her legs invitingly.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd crawled up between her Ammī’s legs and ran her tongue along the upper thigh.
Gently she bit her Ammī’s engorged Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lip before tunneling into its Musalmān depths with her tongue.
She found her Ammī’s scent heavenly as she worked one finger and then another into her Ammī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I had awakened with all the commotion in the bed.
I joyfully positioned myself behind Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
I kissed a cheek of her butt and patted the other.
Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, stopped her oral ministrations while I worked my huge Uncut Hindu Lund into her saturated Musalmān snatch.

“That’s it. I love your big Uncut Hindu Lund, Durgesh,” panted Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.

Al Fajir Al Vaqār stroked her daughter’s hair patiently as Al Fajir Al Vaqār waited for Al Firdaus Al Saåīd to continue to pleasure her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She sighed,
“I guess you figured out the difference between sex and making love.”

“Uh, yeesh,” Al Firdaus Al Saåīd grunted as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot stretched to accommodate My girth.

Once I was fully seated inside Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, I said,
“Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is so tight, Young lady. It feels so good.”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was glad I enjoyed the plush Musalmān wetness of her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot as I slowly began moving my hard Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her.
She adjusted to my rhythm and began licking Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to the rocking motion of my thrusts, licking her Ammī from her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān asshole to her hooded Musalmān clitoris.

Al Fajir Al Vaqār groaned with gratification and pushed Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s face deeper into the hot wet folds of her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot.

I grabbed Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s hips and pummeled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to a pleasurable pulp.
My long hard Uncut Hindu Lund pleasingly poked her G-spot.
I was close to orgasm.
My Uncut Hindu Lund grew, then twitched then spewed.

Feeling my Hindu cum bathing her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot triggered Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s orgasm.
Her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot contracted around My Uncut Hindu Lund milking more cum from it.
She growled into Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s gaping gash.

“I love you, Young lady.” I said as my still not softening, but satisfied, Uncut Hindu Lund slipped out of Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
I collapsed beside Al Fajir Al Vaqār and just before I began massaging and sucking her Firm young Musalmān breasts I said,
“I love you too, Al Fajir Al Vaqār.”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd gave full attention to her Ammī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She gunned her fingers in and out of Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, while fluttering her tongue against her Ammī’s Musalmān clit.

Al Fajir Al Vaqār moaned and twisted like Al Fajir Al Vaqār was possessed.
Pulling her knees to her Firm young Musalmān breasts she spread herself wider and demanded,
“Pleasure me, Baby-girl, pleasure me.”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd drove her tongue into her Ammī’s tunnel like it was a train.
When she thought Al Fajir Al Vaqār couldn’t take it anymore she gently bit Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s Musalmān clit and shoved two sopping fingers up her butt-hole.

Al Fajir Al Vaqār clutched the bed sheets, arched her back and screamed,
“Cumming!”

After Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s climax was complete Al Firdaus Al Saåīd rose from between her Ammī’s legs and snuggled up to her.
I was on the other side of Al Fajir Al Vaqār.
I kissed her and then Al Firdaus Al Saåīd kissed her.
We basked in each other’s arms in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
Finally Al Firdaus Al Saåīd broke the silence,
“I love you both so much, I never dreamed sex could be so good, this has been the best summer.”

“A summer of love,” Al Fajir Al Vaqār agreed giving her daughter an affectionate hug.

I laughed then gave both my extremely beautiful Musalmān women an amorous kiss.
Blissfully I concurred,
“Summer lovin’ is the best kind of lovin'”

Chapter 32
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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


The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-30

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

Previous  Chapters

Chapter 30

Durgesh Al Fajir Al Vaqār
Durgesh Al Firdaus Al Saåīd

I frowned, exasperated I said,
“So, that’s what you wanted actually? A Sex Therapist only, don’t you?”
Al Fajir Al Vaqār sighed then said,
“Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s first sexual experience was a disaster. Shankar poked his pecker in her for a couple of minutes, popped her cherry, shot his wad and rolled off. So Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s only sexual experience was sloppy and painful. She was emotionally devastated by the whole disappointing experience to the point of depression. She needs a skilled lover to give her pleasurable sex. She needs to have sex with a man she knows truly loves her and that man just happens to be you.”

“It’s still incest.”

Al Fajir Al Vaqār sighed again before she continued,
“No, it’s certainly not. She isn’t your daughter. She is my daughter. And, I am certainly not your wife. We are only lovers. But even if you insist now, I surrender. Granted but, the main reason incest is taboo is to prevent the sexual abuse of children. Al Firdaus Al Saåīd is no child. She’s a twenty-year-old grown woman. Another reason incest is taboo, is to prevent babies with birth defects produced from such liaisons but you’ve had a vasectomy so that’s not a concern.”

“Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s not going to be sexually interested in me.”

Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār laugh-snorted, then said,
“Just last summer when Al Firdaus Al Saåīd had some girlfriends over, I heard them talking about you and she said and I quote, ‘My new ‘dad’ is so hot,’ end quote. I think you’ll find my daughter quite responsive to your seduction.”

“I think you’re crazy.”

“Maybe, but please, don’t be angry with me. I love my daughter and I just want what is best for her. I don’t want to her, to spiral deeper into depression. You have a chance to help her and I think you’d find the experience very pleasurable.”

Later that evening, during supper I watched Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd at twenty years of age was a real beauty.
Her 108 pounds fit perfectly on her five-foot five-inch frame and accentuated her 32B-23-34 figure.
Her light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her big brown eyes widen as Al Fajir Al Vaqār told her about our romantic picnic lunch to include skinny-dipping in the canal.

Durgesh has a great body, you should see it naked. He’s hung too.”

“Ammī!” cried Al Firdaus Al Saåīd blushed.

I exclaimed gravely,
Al Fajir Al Vaqār!”

She ignored our protests,
“I’m just saying, Durgesh has a great body. Speaking of bodies, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, go try on your bikini. We need to make sure it still fits before we leave for Pismo Beach.”

“It doesn’t matter, Ammī. I wasn’t planning on wearing it anyway. I’ll just wear shorts.”

“Baby-girl, you have a beautiful body, you should show it off.”

“I don’t want to show it off. Guys just ogle and think I’m easy if I show off my body. I hate summer.”

Al Fajir Al Vaqār gave me the ‘help me out here’ look, so I patted Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s hand and said,
“I don’t think you’re easy and I’d like to see you in a bikini.”

“Really Durgesh?”

“Yeah, Kido, I think you’re beautiful so why not let the world see the beauty I see? You would never be alone. I’d always be with you, anywhere where you are.”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd smiled then nodded.
She got up from the table and went to her bedroom to change.
A few minutes later, she returned to the kitchen in a little green bikini.
She twirled around and asked,
“So what do you think?”

“The top looks fine,” said Al Fajir Al Vaqār, who had been watching her proudly.
She stepped behind Al Firdaus Al Saåīd and shook her head.
Suddenly she jerked the waistband of Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s bikini, pulling it up.
She said,
“That’s better, it’s a French-cut bikini, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, so the waistband should be on your hip bone.”

The seam of the bikini had already been wedged into Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s labia before Al Fajir Al Vaqār had forced more material to invade Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
As I watched the material ascend into Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s nethers, changing from a captivating camel-toe to a mesmerizing moose-knuckle, my mouth grew dry while my Uncut Hindu Lund grew hard and I involuntarily licked my lips.

“Hey!” protested Al Firdaus Al Saåīd pushing her forefingers into the leg holes of the bikini trying to force the wedgie out of her ass. She succeeded in getting the bikini out of her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, but it franticly clung to her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot.

“I think the bottoms are too small. Don’t you Durgesh?” asked Al Fajir Al Vaqār.

I was caught flat-footed.
I wondered if Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter noticed my tented trousers as she looked in my direction.
I smiled confidently,
“Yeah, looks good but a little small I guess.”

“You’ll need a new bikini for Pismo Beach,” declared Al Fajir Al Vaqār.

We all adjourned to the den to watch some television.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd changed into pink booty shorts and a white T-shirt.
The thin material of the t-shirt made it obvious that she hadn’t replaced her bra.
Her dusky areolas were obvious but not revealed.

I spent more time watching the rise and fall of Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s firm Musalmān breasts than I did the television.
I tried to control myself but my eyes would drift from the television to Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter’s bountiful Musalmān bosom.
My Uncut Hindu Lund strained against the zipper of my trousers torturing me.
Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter was fully involved with social media via her smartphone.
I sophisticatedly adjusted my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I heard Al Fajir Al Vaqār clear her throat.
I looked at her just as Al Fajir Al Vaqār winked at me.

Later after, I finished getting ready for bed and just before I turned off the bathroom light Al Fajir Al Vaqār stopped me,
“Don’t turn off the lights just yet.”

She padded across the carpeted floor to me nude with something balled in her hand.
She gave it to me like Al Fajir Al Vaqār was giving me a precious gift.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“You know what it is, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s bikini. Feel how damp they are and she hasn’t been for a swim.”

Al Fajir Al Vaqār dropped to her knees and fished My Uncut Hindu Lund from my boxers.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār was pleased that I so readily hardened in her hand.
She kissed my Uncut Hindu Lundhead tasting the saltiness of my Hindu pre-cum.
She looked up into my eyes and said with a sultry voice,
“Now close your eyes.”

After I complied and Al Fajir Al Vaqār rewarded me with another kiss on my Uncut Hindu Lundhead.
She said,
“Now sniff those bikini bottoms and pretend that it’s your Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter sucking your Uncut Hindu Lund.”

I opened my eyes and looked down at Al Fajir Al Vaqār.

She simply commanded,
“Do it, please, for my sake.”

I reclosed my eyes.
The image of her beautiful twenty-year-old daughter immediately came to my mind.
I thought of her big Musalmān breasts straining against the tight white material of her T-shirt.
I groaned as Al Fajir Al Vaqār lavished more attention on my Uncut Hindu Lundhead by wrapping her quivering Musalmān lips around it.
Thinking of Al Firdaus Al Saåīd and her bikini invading her snatch I brought the garment to my face and deeply inhaled the aroma of Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter’s Musalmān sex.
My Uncut Hindu Lund joyously danced in Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s Musalmān mouth.

Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār ran her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth up the side of My Hindu shaft until she got to the tip which only served as a transit for her to engulf my entire Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She slowly worked her way back up my Hindu rod sucking along its entire length.
Her hands got involved stroking my Hindu shaft while she nursed on just the helmet of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She stroked me faster and faster until she sensed I was going to cum.
Gently she rolled my Hindu balls in her other hand coaxing the cum from them.
Swallowing my Uncut Hindu Lund she huskily ordered,
“Give me your Hindu cum, Durgesh.”

Hearing the word caused a euphoric sensation to wash over me.
My Hindu cum blasted from the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund and filled Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s beautiful Musalmān mouth with white pearls of my Hindu love.
I grew light-headed from the intensity of my orgasm and looked down at Al Fajir Al Vaqār panting.

She sat sweetly at my feet.
Looking up at me she smiled up and said,
“You should see the look of pleasure on your face. Are you ready to fuck Al Firdaus Al Saåīd now?”

“Yes,” I smiled as my last bit of resistance crumbled.

The next day while I packed the SUV to head to Pismo Beach, Al Fajir Al Vaqār explained to Al Firdaus Al Saåīd that she had been asked to attend a nursing conference in Fresno and would join them later.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd and I kissed Al Fajir Al Vaqār good-bye before embarking on our four-hour journey to Pismo Beach.

After about an hour I pulled into a rest stop to empty my bladder and Al Firdaus Al Saåīd did the same.
I was leaning against the SUV when she came out of the restroom.
I was mesmerized by the beauty of Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter as I watched her return.

She was wearing white cut-off short-shorts that clung to every Musalmān curve and a pink blouse.
She had left the bottom three buttons undone and tied the tail of the blouse together just above her navel.
She was wearing wedge sandals that managed to highlight both her beautiful Musalmān butt and her bodacious Musalmān breasts.
She smiled at me as I made eye-contact with her.
Her smile faded into a scowl when one of the lawn-care guys wolf-whistled at her and another cat-called.
Slamming the door of the SUV Al Firdaus Al Saåīd fumed,
“Why are guys such pigs?”

“Not all of us are,” offered I as I started the vehicle and put it into gear. “Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, you’re a beautiful and desirable Musalmān woman, they were just letting you know that they appreciated your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty. I know I do.”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd smiled at me and said,
“Thanks Durgesh, but I don’t think they were really admiring my beauty as much as they were lusting after my gorgeous Musalmān butt. The bastards just want to fuck me and forget me.”

“Wow!” I felt a bit uncomfortable.
I had never heard Al Firdaus Al Saåīd use the f-word before.
I shook my head and added,
“You’re a bit young to be so cynical. You’re probably right about those guys but not every guy is the fuck’em and forget’em kind.”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd laughed.
She wasn’t used to hearing me use the f-word either.
She had gotten plenty of dating advice from her Ammī over the years but this was the first time she had really talked to Durgesh about male-female relations.
By the time we arrived in Pismo Beach she realized I was a true romantic and it stirred feelings she didn’t think she should have about me.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was somewhat confused actually.
She hadn’t actually decided what the relation she must have with me morally.
Yes, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd refused to surrender to age difference theory.
Durgesh was a man who was gaining more and more youth, sexual lust sexual power and sexual prowess instead of losing it, the older he grew.
Ved Nagar contained countless such Hindu males, yet even then Durgesh headed all of them.
Durgesh was a live miracle the ever oldest Spiritual Hindu sciences could produce ever.
They claim it’s not any science at all.
It’s only a pseudo-science.
The Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the ever shrewdest Bachhalyās were successfully playing their another ever deepest political game to rule over the entire humankind once more.
Okay.
Granted.
Yet, even if it was so, what was there to lose for anyone?
Even if non Hindus’ suspicions were right, they haven’t to lose anything they have.
They have to gain everything instead.
Then why oppose the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās?
The ever anti progress Mullahs and Maulavīs claim it’s against Islam.
But they claimed so while they were supporting Yazīd Malåūn and Årab Burdāfaroshs too.
Didn’t they?

Once we arrived in the coastal city we went immediately to the chowder Café to get a bread bowl of our award winning clam chowder.
After we had eaten our fill we headed to the real estate office to get the keys to our vacation rental.

It was an older two bedroom cottage that was just two blocks from the beach yet still near down town.
We unpacked the SUV then headed to the grocery store to stock up.
After the groceries were all put away Al Firdaus Al Saåīd put on blue jeans and we headed downtown.

We had already decided to eat at the bowling alley.
A flyer at the grocery store advertised an all-inclusive deal, a meal consisting of a cheeseburger and French fries, soft drink and bowling for just $15.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd had done some bowling at college and thought it might be fun.
Even though I hadn’t hefted a bowling ball in years I too, thought it would be fun.

Both the cheeseburgers and French fries were homemade and delicious.
The couple wolfed down our meal and headed to our assigned lane after finding appropriate bowling balls.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s ball was a little too heavy for her but she liked the neon green color.
Watching My form as I threw a strike, she concluded that I was indeed the utmost handsome man very much in shape, in even my 65th.
She could not believe it was really my 65th.
The entire young ladies present there were gulping me with their ravenous unashamed admiration of my ever youth and ever athletic Hindu male body.
They were not interested even in their younger male companions anymore they had even come with.
Instead, they were ravenous for me to replace their younger male companions.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd undeniably felt they were jealous of her even.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd suddenly felt immense proud of herself.
Miraculously, she found her lost self-confidence was returning to her million times Multifold.

She picked up the scent of my pheromones as I flopped in the seat next her to record the score.
Slamming her knees together she blushed at me as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot dampened of its own volition.

My Uncut Hindu Lund stirred as I gazed at the backside of Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, in her tight jeans as she picked up her bowling ball and stood on the mark lining up her shot.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks as Al Firdaus Al Saåīd wiggled up to the line to release her ball down the alley.
I wasn’t deliberately quick enough.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd caught me gawking at her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass when she spun around.
I smiled at her entirely unashamed of my bold action.
I deliberately not adverted my eyes back down.

I let Al Firdaus Al Saåīd beat me all three games, to help her in getting her self-confidence back, yet I hadn’t let her win either.
She giggled as I pouted about my deliberate preplanned losses when we turned in our shoes.
To soothe my ostensibly bruised ego she offered to buy me an ice cream cone from the shop at the end of the pier.

A full moon had risen over the city and reflected off the ocean as we ate ice cream looking at the night sky from the end of the pier.
As I pointed out the constellations, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd stood very near me looking along line of my arm as I aimed it at the sky.
Inhaling deeply she picked up my pheromones again and felt an excited stirring deep in her belly.

As we walked back to the cottage side-by-side our hands naturally clasped.
We walked in silence just enjoying the comforting closeness of the other.
A cool breeze came off the ocean.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s nipples hardened from the night air and the closeness of me.
Goose bumps rose on her arms and she vigorously rubbed them with her hands.
She whined,
“I’m cold.”

I put my arm around Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
I brushed her firm young Musalmān breast as I pulled her closer feeling the hardness of her nipple.
My warmth was like an aphrodisiac to Al Firdaus Al Saåīd fueling her sexual desire.
I slid my hand down to her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttock and she slipped her arm around my waist in turn.
Just a block from the cottage I snuck my hand from her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttock to the cheek of her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
When she didn’t protest the location of my hand, I palmed her tight Musalmān ass like I would a basketball.

When we reached the lighted porch I took my hand off Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
As we went inside Al Firdaus Al Saåīd caught sight of my huge Hindu bulge straining against my zipper.
She giggled at My ostensibly adolescent attempt to hide my Hindu hard-on.
Before retiring to the bathroom to bathe, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd stood on her tip-toes and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
She smiled at me and said,
“Good night, Durgesh. I love you.”

I went to my room and stripped down to my boxers to get in bed when I remembered I should brush my teeth.
Digging in my suitcase I found my shaving kit.
I pulled it out to retrieve my toothbrush and found an unfamiliar plastic bag inside it.
Opening it I discovered Al Fajir Al Vaqār had packed Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s too small green bikini bottoms.
I smiled.
Blood rushed so quickly to my Uncut Hindu Lund that I grew dizzy.
I heard the bathtub filling with water, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was taking a bath.

I crept towards it in the darken hall with the green bikini still in my hand.
Glancing at the bathroom door I noticed it was slightly ajar.
Looking through the gap in the door I could see Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s beautiful Musalmān body lying in the tub.

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd decided she needed to give her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot a closer trim if she was going to try on bikinis in the morning.
She lathered her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot and deftly shaved the stubble until her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was hairless.
Once the job was completed to her satisfaction she rested her head against the tub.

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd recalled the sex sounds coming from her Ammī’s bedroom just the other night, especially her Ammī’s hoopla of pleasure.
As she thought of me, her breath came in excited pants.
She traced a pink painted fingernail between her Firm young Musalmān breasts down her belly.
Delicately she immersed her finger between
the folds of her young Musalmān labia liberally lubricated with her young female Musalmān lust.
She was careful to avoid her engorged Musalmān clit.
Slowly Al Firdaus Al Saåīd worked her finger in and out of herself.
Imagining that her finger was My hard Uncut Hindu Lund she hissed,
“Hubba-hubba.”

Gravely, I had watched as Al Firdaus Al Saåīd carefully and gently scrapped the stubble from her vulva with the razor.
I giggled with giddiness as Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, slyly inserted a finger into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My Uncut Hindu Lund sprung out of my boxers like a horse bolting from a barn.
I took my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund in hand and slowly stroked it.

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd quickened the pace of her finger sliding in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot while she urgently diddled her Musalmān clit.
Gradually the pressure built to a pleasurable crescendo.
Steadily she shook her head from side-to-side in tempo with the in and out action of her finger.
Suddenly she lifted her butt from the tub and buried her finger deep in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot while pushing her palm hard against her Musalmān clit.
Her eyes rolled over white as she climaxed.
She splashed water from the bathtub onto the floor as she thrashed with exuberance.
She shouted,
“DURGESH!”

It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen recently.
The next morning after a hearty breakfast of oatmeal sprinkled with raisins and sugar we headed to the surf Shop to purchase Al Firdaus Al Saåīd a couple of swimsuits.
I sat while Al Firdaus Al Saåīd browsed through the available swimwear before retreating to the fitting room with several selections.

The zipping sound of the fitting room curtain being pulled back announced Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was ready.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār was wearing the green top of her original bikini.
The bottoms were a sexy black surfer shorts that fit Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s figure perfectly.
The seam of the suit was fully invested in Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s Musalmān snatch creating a camel-toe.
She spun so I could get a view of the rear.
The bottoms were invading the crack of her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass revealing quite a bit of her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

My mind raced recalling the images of Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s labia and nipples now covered by the material of the swimsuit.
I took a deep breath.
I curled my toes and crossed my legs.
It occurred to me that Al Firdaus Al Saåīd had been talking to me.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts.
I smiled,
“I’m sorry what did you say?”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd sighed and placed a hand on her sexy Musalmān hip.
She caught My eyes and became aware that I was gazing into the succulent folds of her luscious Musalmān gash.
She patiently waited while my eyes slowly traversed up her trim torso to Momentarily rest on her Firm young Musalmān breasts.
The look in my eyes puzzled her.
It was one she didn’t recognize.
Men had looked at her before with lust but this was a deeper look that contained more yearning.
Once my eyes engaged hers she spoke again,
“What do you think, Durgesh?”

I smiled,
“I like it but, what do you yourself think?”

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd turned and looked in the three-way mirror giving me another gander at her beautiful gorgeous Musalmān butt.
She watched me lick my lips in the mirror’s reflection.
It dawned on her that I was looking at her with unfettered sexual desire.
On a sudden impulse she subtly ran her forefinger through her Musalmān slit tracing the seam of the surfer shorts.
Pleased that I had followed her teasing movement she looked me in the eyes and said,
“I like it.”

“Uh, yeah, I too,” said I nodding my approval.

Al Firdaus Al Saåīd shrugged and said,
“Okay, but there’s a couple more I want to try.”*

Back in the fitting room Al Firdaus Al Saåīd glanced into the mirror.
Catching My reflection in it, she smiled realizing she hadn’t completely closed the curtain.
More puzzling to her than My desirous eye was her own reaction to it.
She was thrilled and that confused her.
Shaking her head she thought she shouldn’t be so elated about My amorous attention.
After all I was a Hindu ultimately and she was an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān.
Intuitively she knew I was the only man who loved her with all my heart.
It seemed only natural to her that she wanted to be desired by me and that she should desire me in return.

She reached behind her back and undid the bikini top.
She heard My alert, cautious and ever vigilant intake of breath as I caught sight of her bare Firm young Musalmān breasts.
She couldn’t resist the urge to feed me by pinching each nipple in turn.
She giggled into the mirror as she saw me crossing my legs to hide my hard-on, sophisticatedly.
Winking at My reflection she slowly slid the surfer shorts down her legs, revealing her pretty pink pucker and pouting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to me.
Pausing briefly she stayed bent over letting me enjoy the sight before she stepped out of them.
She giggled again as I squirmed in my chair.

Next Al Firdaus Al Saåīd slipped into a crocheted pale pink one-piece suit that uplifted her firm young Musalmān breasts and pushed them together into vivid cleavage.
The leg holes were cut high, French-style, creating a camel-toe that publicized her luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She studied herself in the mirror then glanced at My reflection before shaking her head and mouthing, “Not this one.”

Chapter 31

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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


The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-29

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

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Chapter 29

Durgesh Al Fajir Al Vaqār
Durgesh Al Firdaus Al Saåīd

I switched off the bathroom light after brushing my teeth and sighed.
“What a day,”

I was tired.
I took the responsibility of my job seriously.
Fucking needy Musalmān houseladies 24x7x365 kept the 64-year old man in shape but days like today reinforced my need for a vacation too, ten days at Pismo Beach, I couldn’t wait.

“Day’s not over, Lover,” said Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, in a low sultry voice of seduction.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār was on her knees at the edge of the bed wearing a pink see-thru baby-doll nightie.
Her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān figure was clearly visible through the translucent material.

The sight of Al Fajir Al Vaqār in the sexy negligee stopped me in mid-stride.
After fucking her so enormously almost 24×7 now, I still found Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s ardent Musalmān body a thing of beauty.
My Uncut Hindu Lund began to stir when I noticed the landing strip of light brown pubic hair that pointed to her pouting hairless Musalmān labia below it.
As I watched Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār , she tweaked her nipples through the transparent material.
My Uncut Hindu Lund became fully aroused and tented my pajama bottoms.
With excitement, I smiled,
“What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing yet, but I’m hoping your hard Uncut Hindu Lund does, real soon,” she replied with a husky tone.
She trailed a hand down her tummy on a slow sexy journey until it was underneath the short hem of her naughty nightie.
Plunging her middle finger into her twat she gasped, “Oh Durgesh, I’m so wet. I need your Uncut Hindu Lund. Bring me your Uncut Hindu Lund.”

I wasn’t sure the reason for Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s willing mood but I wasn’t going to complain.
I stripped and followed my hard Uncut Hindu Lund like it was a divining rod looking for water.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār continued her finger play until I stopped in front of her.
I scooped her into my arms and kissed her with passion.

With a slight whimper Al Fajir Al Vaqār received my tongue in her mouth just as Al Fajir Al Vaqār would receive my hard Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Wrapping her arms around my neck she felt my Hindu strength as I brought her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to me.
She felt desired as her full round ever erect Musalmān boobs smashed against my Hindu chest.
Looking into my eyes she recognized my yearning and asked,
“Do you want to fuck me, Lover?”

“Yeah,” huffed I.

“Say it,” she commanded.

I blinked then asked,
“What?”

Al Fajir Al Vaqār jerked my Uncut Hindu Lund a couple of times to get my attention.
“Say it. Tell me you want to fuck me.”

“I want to fuck you,” I said as my knees grew stronger.

Negatively Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār shook her head and insisted,
“Say it louder.”

“But, Mérī Jān! Your real daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s, in
the next room,” protested I reminding Al Fajir Al Vaqār that her daughter was home from college for the summer.

Al Fajir Al Vaqār let go of My Uncut Hindu Lund and squeezed my balls, applying firm but playful pressure,
“So what? If you want to empty these into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, then you’d better say it louder. Are you ashamed to admit that you want to fuck me? Do you still think that I’m your Bhābhījān because I am married with your friend, Al Aslam Al Saåīd’s elder brother, Al Akaram Al Saåīd? This family may be respected, but it’s been now too ultramodern to pay any attention to these matters, if it’s consensual and it involves you specifically. That’s why I am sleeping with you here almost regularly though I am not your duly married wife. Even Al Firdaus Al Saåīd understands it now.”

In a booming voice that was sure to permeate Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter’s bedroom wall I said,
“Al Fajir Al Vaqār, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you right now.”

“Oh goodie,” Al Fajir Al Vaqār giggled with glee.
Releasing my testicles she scampered to the wooden headboard on her hands and knees.
She clasped the slats with both hands presenting her up turned Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to me.
Glancing over her shoulder with a seductive come-hither look
she beckoned me in a loud excited voice,
“Fuck me, Durgesh. Fuck me now.”

Enthused, I climbed on the bed and shuffled behind Al Fajir Al Vaqār on my knees.
The missionary position had become our habit, a different position was a welcomed respite.
I bit my lip as the blunt head of my Uncut Hindu Lund slipped past Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s puffy wet slit into the depths of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
After I was seated balls deep inside her, I paused and patted her graceful Musalmān ass.
I appreciated the added depth doggy style allowed my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Reaching between her legs with one hand Al Fajir Al Vaqār gently squeezed my bloated balls.
She cooed,
“My Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot feels so full. Fuck me, Durgesh, fuck me.”

I grinned and slowly withdrew my Uncut Hindu Lund until just the tip remained in her.
Then I slid back inside her at a snail’s pace.
I loved the way she vocalized her pleasure, groaning when I withdrew and moaning with re-entry.
With disciplined patience I deliberately dawdled the length of my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Damn it, Durgesh,” she scolded,
“Quit messing around, fuck me.”

I grasped Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s hips and machine-gunned my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My passion rose as the sweet friction of my Uncut Hindu Lund plunging into her wet crevice increased with each frantic thrust.
I pounded her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with fierce abandon.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Al Fajir Al Vaqār blubbered.
Her inarticulate cries of ardor joined the headboard thumping against the wall and creaking bedsprings in a crescendo of ashvinātam sexual pleasure.

With a final fierce thrust, I buried my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her with a grunt.
As my Hindu cum spurt into the Musalmān depths of Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot I mumbled,
“Cumming.”

She rolled her hips as she received my Hindu seed.
Wickedly she shouted,
“That’s it, Lover, fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”

Once My climax had peaked, I remained inside Al Fajir Al Vaqār.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gripped and released my Uncut Hindu Lund trying to milk
the remnants of cum from my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She reached between her thighs and squeezed My balls as if to make sure they were indeed empty. Satisfied they were, she trailed her hand back up between her excellent exquisite smoth Musalmān thighs.
Her thumb found her agitated clit within the slick silken folds of her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smoth Musalmān Choot.
She diddled her Musalmān clit and squirmed on my Uncut Hindu Lund until the pleasure swept her to the pinnacle of release.
She cried out,
“Cum, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, cum.”

As soon as Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s round Musalmān ass quit quaking I pusheded my still erect Uncut Hindu Lund from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and collapsed spent on her.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār released the slats of the headboard and relaxed under me.
She rubbed her hands vigorously until her knuckles were no longer white.

After I caught my breath I asked,
“What got into you?”

“You did, Lover,” she teased. “And, thank you very much. I haven’t had an orgasm that intense in years.”

I chuckled,
“It was my pleasure, Babe.”

Al Fajir Al Vaqār playfully ran her fingers through my chest hair. “I love you, Durgesh.”

“I love you, too.” I kissed her before drifting off into a satiated slumber.

The next day Al Fajir Al Vaqār arranged to meet me for lunch.
They rendezvoused on a road near the canal.
I held the gate open as Al Fajir Al Vaqār pulled her SUV through it.
After I closed the gate I hopped in and directed Al Fajir Al Vaqār to an oak tree that overlooked the canal.
It was a pretty setting for a summer’s picnic.

We ate cold fried chicken on a blanket spread under the tree.
A hawk swooped down and snagged a fish from the water of the canal.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār smiled at me and observed,
“That’s not something you see every day not in a doctor’s office, anyway.”

I enjoyed the presence of Al Fajir Al Vaqār.
It had been years since she had snuck away from work to eat lunch with me.
After we were done eating I asked,
“So what’s going on, Al Fajir Al Vaqār?”

“I can’t play hooky from work to eat a romantic lunch in the great outdoors without something going on?”

I nodded,
“The last time you packed a picnic lunch out to the aqueduct was when you were newlywed.” My forehead furrowed with realization, “In fact we haven’t fucked like we did last night since we fucked first. What’s going on? You want to confess something?”

Al Fajir Al Vaqār stroked my face with the palm of her hand.
Her eyes glimmered,
“I give you great sex and a nice lunch and you accuse me of something. My feelings are almost hurt.” She chuckled.”

I smiled at her.
I squeezed her breast through her paisley pattern scrub top.
“You got big ever erect Musalmān boobs.”

“Well, I’ll fuck you, if you can catch me.” Al Fajir Al Vaqār laughingly smacked my hand and ran towards the canal stripping as Al Fajir Al Vaqār went.
Naked she dove into the cool water of the canal.

I chased her shedding my own clothes along the way.
I dove into the canal just moments after Al Fajir Al Vaqār.
I swam to her and pulled her into my arms.
Smiling at Al Fajir Al Vaqār, her breasts bobbed in the water like apples in a washtub at Halloween.
I squeezed one of her nipples hard.

Al Fajir Al Vaqār hissed with delight.
Running her hands through My wet hair she pushed my Hindu face into her Musalmān bosom.
She reached for my Uncut Hindu Lund and found that it was already rock hard beneath the water.
Vigorously she jerked her hand up and down on it until I moaned with delight.

“You excite me so, Baby,” I said.
Then I lifted Al Fajir Al Vaqār by her waist and impaled her on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
The buoyancy of the water allowed my Uncut Hindu Lund to fully penetrate her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My pubic bone tapped against her engorged Musalmān clit as I pounded away at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Fajir Al Vaqār clutched me as we bobbed in the water.
The pleasure Al Fajir Al Vaqār was receiving was immense due to the levity of the water.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār whispered naughty words into my ear,
“Fuck me, Durgesh. Fuck me good.”

Soon My Hindu thrusts were so rapid Al Fajir Al Vaqār thought I might start my own rip-tide.
The sudden aggressiveness caused her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smoth Musalmān Choot to contract and she yelped.
I wiggled my Uncut Hindu Lund causing Al Fajir Al Vaqār to dance convulsively on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Suddenly I stiffened and there was a sudden explosion of my Hindu cum in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I exclaimed, “Cum…cumming.”

Al Fajir Al Vaqār wrapped her legs around My waist pulling more of me into her as my Uncut Hindu Lund spasm and cum careened inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She felt my Hindu pelvic bone pushing solidly against her Musalmān clit.
It was what she needed to plunge her over the precipice of pleasure.
Most of the husbands never understand what their wives actually need.
They care for the society they live in, and its impractical ever harmful morals more than what wives actually need.
The needy wives, consequently, have no other alternative except either to cheat their damnfool husbands, or divorce them.
It happens more in the societies that accept divorce not so seriously as the society that always discourage divorce as religious alternative.
The husbands want to act more sophisticated than their personal marital needs allow them.
Most of the Muslim, Christian and Jew marriages that go berserk, have the same reason behind it.
The over sophisticated, over moral, over religious Musalmān, Christians and Jew husbands prefer to act more sophisticated, more moral and more religious than their personal marital status allow them.
It’s the ever worst marital mistake they surrender to.
Their wives, in most cases, either divorce them or surrender to infidelity.
Yes, there are some husbands who understand it may happen sooner or later, but they just act inactive.
The consequences, therefore, never change.
I didn’t know to what category Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān belonged to.

Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār closed my eyes as her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot contracted around My Uncut Hindu Lund.
She screamed,
“Allaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!”

We drifted toward shore wrapped in each other’s arms.
I withdrew my Uncut Hindu Lund from Al Fajir Al Vaqār and we scrambled up the shore, then flopped down on our picnic blanket.
We lay nude letting the sun dry our bodies.
We smiled at each other like teenagers.
We were deeply in love.

Once I was sufficiently dry I slipped on my trousers.
Propping myself on my elbow, I watched Al Fajir Al Vaqār wiggle into her panties then asked,
“Al Fajir Al Vaqār, why all the honeymoon sex?”

“Are you complaining?”

“Nope, I am over joyed instead. Thank you very much, my love. Don’t think I am ungrateful to you. Actually I feel indebted. And I want to pay you back. Tell me, what can I do for you? What do you want from me? Well, I am not forcing you. But just curious.”

Al Fajir Al Vaqār pulled on her scrubs without putting her bra back on.
She pushed wet strands of hair out of face then looked into My eyes and said,
“I just want you to know how much I love you.”

“I know that you love me.”

“Good, because we need to talk about Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.”

“What’s going on with Al Firdaus Al Saåīd?”

Al Fajir Al Vaqār sighed,
“She’s in a state of depression and if she doesn’t snap out of it soon I’m afraid she’ll need to be institutionalized.”

“What?” The gravity of her words caused the color to drain from My face. “I know she’s been moping around the house since she’s came home from college but, depressed?”

“She told me she wasn’t going back to University next fall. When I pressed her about it, she finally told me the whole story. It seems our daughter lost her virginity to her old boyfriend, Shankar.”

“I’m gonna kick his ass,” seethed I.

Al Fajir Al Vaqār patted my arm.
“That won’t help, Durgesh. As you know, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was saving herself for her one true love. She thought that was Shankar but as soon as she put out, he broke-up with her. Now she’s deeply depressed.”

“I’m gonna to drive to Redwood City and kick that punk’s ass,” I seethed again.

“University’s out for summer I doubt he’s there. I think there is something more productive you can do to help my daughter.”

Mollified, I asked,
“What?”

Al Fajir Al Vaqār cupped My jaw and brought my face around until I had to look her in the eyes.
She softly said,
“You need to make love to Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.”

“Are you crazy?” I pushed Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s hand away, “I can’t believe you’d even suggest it.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because it’s incest,” My voice was shrill.

“No, it’s not. And even if it’s So? You love my daughter too, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

“Well, my daughter needs a physical expression of that love.”

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