Just Eighteen Just Adult: 40
Posted: January 9, 2015 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Nādirah Al Faisal, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Imam Mahdi, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām Leave a commentChapter 40
I smiled.
“You are right again. I see you do understand more than the other Musalmān girls of your own age.”
“It’s because you fuck me.” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said entirely indebted to me, immensely gratefully.
“Nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Faisal, you always say that. Nevertheless, it’s wrong. Absolutely wrong. I told you that every time.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claim you want to keep hiding yourself.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I told you too many times that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade are strategic when they claim so. It’s only their political strategy, nothing true at all.”
“I have argued it with them.”
“Oh,”
“They say you are Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhisslām.”
“And I don’t know it, myself?” I laughed.
“You know but you don’t want to announce it.”
“Nonsense, why?”
“Because it’s your diplomatic strategy to establish Islam once again forever.”
“There are some Musalmīn who claim I’m the ever worst enemy of Islam.” I said bitterly.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal laughed patronizing me,
“Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām, that’s again your brilliant strategy to fool non-Muslims. You want to keep them in dark until they aren’t Musalmīn themselves before they are aware of it.”*
Chapter 41
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Posted: January 8, 2015 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Nādirah Al Faisal, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex Leave a commentChapter 39
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was really getting turned by the idea of it, too.
She’d never been that close to a naked girl either.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was really lush.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal wanted to touch her.
All over.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal took a step closer to her and put her arms around her waist.
“If you’re going to give yourself an orgasm, the more aroused you are to start, the more intense it will be. I’ll start by teaching you how to kiss. Put your arms around my neck and pull me close to you.”
Hesitatingly, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal did what Al Nādirah Al Faisal asked, and with her arms around her waist, Al Nādirah Al Faisal pulled her close to her.
Their pert Musalmān breasts pressed together.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal could feel an electricity run through her body; her nipples immediately hardened.
She tilted her head and pressed her lips against hers.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal’s mouth was rigid, lips closed tightly together.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal kissed her lightly and pulled away.
“Okay, open your mouth a little bit.” Al Nādirah Al Faisal put a finger, longwise, between her lips and ran it up and down. “Okay, loosen up, and keep your mouth open. Then follow my lead and do what I do back to me.”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal kissed her again, and tentatively, she returned it.
They kissed some more, and she was beginning to get the hang of it.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was getting turned on and, judging from her breathing, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was too.
Her eyes opened in wide surprise when Al Nādirah Al Faisal slipped her tongue in her mouth.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal explored the inside of her mouth, and when Al Nādirah Al Faisal started rubbing her tongue against hers, she picked it up and reciprocated.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal drew her tongue into her mouth and sucked hard on it.
Her breath was coming in gasps.
Their young Musalmān bodies slithering and sliding against each other.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal could feel the wetness in her pussy.
She pulled Al Waħīdah Al Faisal over to the bed and they lay together, still locked in a tight embrace.
By this time, Al Nādirah Al Faisal had forgotten that she was just going to teach her how to masturbate.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal had never been with, or touched another girl before.
She was experienced with normal sex with me only.
No lesbianism at all.
Her body, her skin, felt wonderful under her hands.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal moved a hand up to her breast, gently feeling all the contours, then squeezing and kneading.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal looked at Al Nādirah Al Faisal.
Her eyes had lost any sense of apprehension or wariness.
She looked lost in lust.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal skimmed her hands over her nipples, feeling them harden and pooch out from her puffy areolas.
She started to moan when Al Nādirah Al Faisal rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers.
She cried out when Al Nādirah Al Faisal pulled on them, but it was a pleasure cry, not one from pain.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal really wanted to suck her beautiful young Musalmān tits, but Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t want to freak her out completely, so Al Nādirah Al Faisal let her hand travel down between her legs.
It had been a long time since she’d felt any pubic hair, since Al Nādirah Al Faisal shaved hers.
Hers was soft and silky.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal combed her fingers through it.
She caressed her mound, and as her hand went lower and lower, she started to writhe.
Cupping her pussy, Al Nādirah Al Faisal squeezed and released, squeezed and released, massaging her fat outer lips, that were now swollen with her arousal.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal dipped her middle finger into her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit and ran that up and down a few times.
She was soaking wet, and the odor coming from her was turning Al Nādirah Al Faisal on harder and harder.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal wanted to put her head down there to lick and taste her.
Instead, Al Nādirah Al Faisal put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them to see if she tasted any different than she herself did.
It was similar, but hers was a little tangier.
Her fingers went back into her slit, and when Al Nādirah Al Faisal reached her vagina, she dipped one in there.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal gasped at the invasion, then settled back and whispered as Al Nādirah Al Faisal ran her finger around and around inside her, touching all her hot slippery walls.
Reaching higher, Al Nādirah Al Faisal circled her clit, slowly, lightly at first, then gaining speed and adding pressure.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal tipped her pelvis, thrusting herself into her hand.
Her fingers flew faster and faster over her swollen nub.
“Allah! Oh my, what is happening? What is haaappenning to meee….eeee…OH OH AHHHH!”
She was screaming as her first ever orgasm ripped through her body.
Her stomach was quivering, her legs were shaking, and she was completely lost in the sensation.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal lay back, panting.
“Allah! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh. my God. I didn’t know anything could feel that good,” Al Waħīdah Al Faisal gasped.
“So now you know how to do it yourself?”
“Yeah….. Al Nādirah Al Faisal?”
“Hmm?”
“Um, would you like me to do that to you?”
“Yes.”
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal rolled toward Al Nādirah Al Faisal and brought her lips to hers.
She sure figured out kissing in a hurry.
Her hand reached for her breast, and she worked over her nipples, just Al Nādirah Al Faisal had done hers.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal couldn’t believe how hot Al Nādirah Al Faisal was.
Expertly, she twisted and pulled her nipples, finding that point where pain met pleasure.
Her breath was coming in ragged gasps.
Her pussy was soaked.
Her hand reached between her legs, finding her center.
She fingered and rubbed Al Nādirah Al Faisal as if she had been doing it all her life.
She grasped her clit, rolling it between her fingers, immediately pushing over the edge.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal screamed as loud as she did, and lay back, waiting for the quivering to stop.
“Thank you, Al Nādirah Al Faisal; that was wonderful. So, do you have a boyfriend?”
“I, uh, um, no, not at the moment.” Except for Durgesh.
Moreover, Al Nādirah Al Faisal was sure she couldn’t tell Al Waħīdah Al Faisal that.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal lay in her bed quietly.
Even though Al Waħīdah Al Faisal had made Al Nādirah Al Faisal cum with her fingers, Al Nādirah Al Faisal was still aroused, and no way was Al Nādirah Al Faisal satisfied.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal waited until Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was asleep.
Then Al Nādirah Al Faisal put on her robe and padded down the hallway to my room.*
I was sitting up in bed, reading a book.
I looked up and smiled at Al Nādirah Al Faisal when she came in, and pulled the covers back so she could slide in beside me.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal dropped her robe and, naked, hopped into OUR bed.
I always slept in the nude.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal threw her arms around me and we shared a long, delicious kiss.
“Allah! Oh God, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I thought she’d never go to sleep. I miss you so much.”
“What were those sounds I heard coming from your room? It sounded like somebody cumming.”
“I was teaching Al Waħīdah Al Faisal how to masturbate.”
“She didn’t know how?”
“She doesn’t know anything about sex, dear.”
“Hmm,” I mused and rolled over on top of Al Nādirah Al Faisal. “Seems like I owe you a little fuck in payback for this afternoon.”
I nuzzled her neck, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal squealed in delight.
My kisses started behind her ear, down her throat, across her chest, until I reached her breasts.
I kissed all over them, licking her as I went.
I drove Al Nādirah Al Faisal crazy with my mouth.
When I was finished with her beautiful young Musalmān tits, I kissed her way down her stomach, until I got to that hot, dripping place between her legs.
I pulled her knees up and spread them way apart. I kissed all around her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mound, kissed all around her puffy outer lips.
I knew where Al Nādirah Al Faisal wanted me to go.
The more I skirted her cunt, the higher her arousal went.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was whispering, thrashing around the bed.
“PLEEAASE, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, please, please, please do fuck me.”
“All in due time, Al Nādirah Al Faisal,” I chuckled.
I knew the longer I teased and kept Al Nādirah Al Faisal from cumming, the harder it would be when she did.
“Now, Durgesh, my please now. Allah! Oh God, please now.”
“I love to hear you beg for it, Al Nādirah Al Faisal,” I said with a grin, “Okay, now. Okay, roll over, baby, I’m going to fuck you. Hard and deep.”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal rolled over on her stomach, and then got on her hands and knees, sticking her beautiful Musalmān ass up in the air.
I was somewhat dominant over Al Nādirah Al Faisal, but that’s with her acquiescence.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal liked it that way.
She loved having a big strong Hindu man telling Al Nādirah Al Faisal what to do.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal also liked a bit of rough sex.
Nothing hard-core.
If ever I did something Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t want, all Al Nādirah Al Faisal had to say was, “No.”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal loved getting fucked in this position.
It gets so deep inside Al Nādirah Al Faisal, the head of my perpetually unyielding, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund hits her Musalmān cervix.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal did her Panjvaqtah Namāzī exercise daily, so her pussy was always really tight.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal could use her inner ardent Musalmān vaginal muscles to squeeze and milk my perpetually firm, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund.
I knelt behind Al Nādirah Al Faisal, positioned the head between her lips, and thrust deeply, then just stayed there without moving, bottomed out.
Slowly, I started to rotate my hips so my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund swirled around and around, deep inside Al Nādirah Al Faisal, pushing and stretching.
The feeling was wonderfully intense.
I pulled back slowly and thrust in again.
And again.
The next time I plunged into Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I did it more fiercely.
It turned her on totally and increased her orgasm tenfold.
I never does anything without her total consent.
I dug my fingers into her hips, pulling and pushing Al Nādirah Al Faisal hard into me and she thrust into me.
My balls swung up, slapping Al Nādirah Al Faisal in the clit, as my hips slammed into her perfectly round firm young Musalmān ass, making a sound that reverberated off the walls in the room.
As Al Nādirah Al Faisal got nearer and nearer to her peak, her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot began to pulsate on my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund.
I had total control over my ejaculation, and I can cum when I wanted to.
I timed it to coincide with her orgasm.
“Okay, Al Nādirah Al Faisal, cum for me.”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal exploded right on cue, and felt my hot Hindu seed splashing into her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young womb.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal shoved her face down into the mattress to suppress the noise she was making.
It was always our habit to cuddle and stroke each other, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
Then Al Nādirah Al Faisal would put her arms around me and, my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund entirely buried into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, we’d go to sleep together, Al Nādirah Al Faisal on top of me.
Because Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was there, I wanted Al Nādirah Al Faisal to go back to her own room.
“But, Durgesh, my dear Hindu husband, I want to sleep here with you.”
“I know, baby, and I want you here too, but for now go back to your room in case she wakes up in the middle of the night and you’re not there. After she would be here awhile, maybe we can go back to sleeping together.”
As much as, down deep, Al Nādirah Al Faisal loved her little sister, she was always going to resent this part of our relationship.*
In the morning, Al Nādirah Al Faisal was bustling around the kitchen, brewing coffee and starting breakfast.
She always made my breakfast in the morning.
I came into the kitchen just as the coffee was ready, dressed in my work clothes, a faded pair of jeans and a blue chambray shirt.
I was such a hunk, Al Nādirah Al Faisal loved to just stand and look at me.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a good morning kiss.
A long, lingering kiss.
I broke away quickly, as Al Waħīdah Al Faisal came into the kitchen.
I went over to give her a hug, and this time she responded and hugged me back.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” I said.
Then I stood back and looked her up and down.
“Well look at you, you look great.”
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was dressed in a pair of Al Nādirah Al Faisal’s shorts and her tee shirt.
Her shorts were short and her tees were tight.
She had undone her braid and combed her long blond hair out.
It hangs down almost to her beautiful ass.
Her beautiful young Musalmān tits were the same size as Al Nādirah Al Faisal’s, but she was a couple inches taller, has a rounder ass, and really long shapely legs.
I was really checking her out, and from the look in her eyes, I wasn’t looking at her as a stepdaughter, but as a woman.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t like it, and was instantly jealous.
I gave Al Nādirah Al Faisal her credit card and asked her to take Al Waħīdah Al Faisal shopping for clothes.
Damn it, as long as Al Nādirah Al Faisal had the card in her hand, she’d get some clothes for her too.
They went out to get in her car, a bright red Mazda Miata roadster.
I bought it for Al Nādirah Al Faisal as a present when she graduated from high school.
“Gee, this is really a nice car,” Al Waħīdah Al Faisal said.
“Do you drive?”
“Oh yeah; I’ve been driving since I was fourteen.”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal paused, and thought about it deeply.
Then Al Nādirah Al Faisal tossed her the keys.
Nobody drove her car but Al Nādirah Al Faisal, but Al Nādirah Al Faisal had to confess, Al Nādirah Al Faisal had an ulterior motive.
If she let Al Waħīdah Al Faisal drive her car, and we sent her on a bunch of errands, Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I could have some alone time together.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was really nervous when she let the clutch out and took off down the road, but Allah! Can she drive?
We live on a winding road that wends its way down to the main highway, and she flew around those curves like Danica Patrick.
They hit the mall like a tornado, outfitting Al Waħīdah Al Faisal from top to bottom– skirts, jeans, shorts, tops, shoes, nightgowns, and lots of sexy underwear.
She was beaming when we got home with our mountain of shopping bags.
She put on one of her new outfits, a short denim skirt and a low cut crop-top that showed off her toned midriff.
I beamed when I saw them together.
I put an arm around each of them and gave them a squeeze.
“Look at my two beautiful girls,” I said, giving them each a kiss on the cheek.
I was still very uncomfortable the way I looked at her.
That night, when we were in bed, Al Nādirah Al Faisal could see Al Waħīdah Al Faisal‘s hand moving between her legs, under the covers.
She was like a kid with a new toy.
All of a sudden, she paused and turned to look at Al Nādirah Al Faisal.
“Yes?”
“I’m trying to imagine what having sex is like; what it looks like, what it feels like. I want to know what a Uncut Hindu Lund looks like; I’ve only seen drawings in the medical book. Can you tell me about it?”
“I can do better than that; I’ll show you. Come over and sit by my desk.”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal booted up her computer and brought up a porn site.
It was X-Art, that is really tastefully done, with beautiful girls and good-looking men, not some of the sleazy stuff that’s on the web.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal chose a video featuring Saba Qamar, a beautiful Pakistani young Musalmān girl with long hair and a totally erotic demeanor.
The video opened with both of us fully clothed and featured lots of kissing.
I slowly took her clothes off, caressing her breasts. She undid my pants, lowered them, and my hard perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund sprang out.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal gasped when she first saw it, and was mesmerized, when the actress stroked it.
“Allah! Oh my God,” Al Waħīdah Al Faisal said, staring wide-eyed at the screen as the actress started licking it, then put in her mouth and gave me a blow job.
Her mouth hung open as she watched the fucking in every imaginable position.
Her hand was hard at work between her legs, her musky-sweet odor permeating the room.
When that video finished, Al Nādirah Al Faisal put on another one with Saba Qamar and me again.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was totally entranced.
When it was finished, she looked plaintively at me.
“C-could you do that with me, Al Nādirah Al Faisal?”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal had never done it with another girl, except the little bit she did with Al Waħīdah Al Faisal when she was teaching her how to masturbate, but she found the idea really a turn-on.
Therefore, they did the whole girl-on-girl thing that we watched on the video.
Sucking on Al Waħīdah Al Faisal‘s nipples got Al Nādirah Al Faisal so fucking hot, that when she sucked Al Nādirah Al Faisal’s, Al Nādirah Al Faisal came right on the spot.
They kissed each other all over, licking, nibbling with their lips, until they finally fell into the classic sixty-nine position, and ate each other’s pussies as if they were starving to death.
They squirmed and writhed, filled each other’s mouths with their hot cum, until they were totally wasted.
Then they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
For the first time, Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t come into my room that night.
The next night, she came into my room.
I was lying there waiting for her beautiful Musalmān girlfriend that requested me to fuck her previous night and I had obliged her.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal dropped her robe and crawled naked into bed beside me.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal snuggled up next to me and nuzzled my neck.
“Hi, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I love you.”
“I love you too, Al Nādirah Al Faisal.” Then I paused for a minute. “What was all that noise, Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I heard coming from your room last night?”
“Um, what noise, Durgesh?”
“Don’t be coy with me– the moaning, the slurping noises, the sound of two girls in the throes of orgasm kinds of noise.”
“Well, I was, uh, kind of teaching Al Waħīdah Al Faisal some things about sex. I already told you I taught her how to masturbate.”
“So tell me about it too.”
“She didn’t know much about anything. She didn’t even know what a penis looked like, Durgesh, so I logged on to a porn site and we watched a couple of videos.”
“What kind of videos?”
“One was straight sex and the other was girl-on-girl.”
“And what did you do after you watched the videos?”
“Well, um, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was really turned on, Durgesh, and she wanted to try the girl stuff we watched.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Faisal wanted to. How about you? Did you want to?”
“Well, kind of. I never did it with a girl before, and I wanted to know what it was like. Are you mad at me?” Al Nādirah Al Faisal looked at me with her puppy eyes and sniffled a little bit.
“I wasn’t mad at you, Al Nādirah Al Faisal. You’re just exploring other avenues of your sexuality. I would be mad at you if you were having sex with another guy. I’d have to leave you then.”
“Oh no, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I would never do that. I’m yours, completely.”
“You are MINE. I own you.”
“Yes, my Hindu lover.” Al Nādirah Al Faisal smiled, “However, as far as I know you never left any woman, whether young or mature, even while she returned to her own community man.”
“You are right.” I said gravely, “We Hindus believe in absolute freedom in every phase of human life.”
“I don’t think so. I know too many Hindus who married my Musalmān girlfriends and relatives. They aren’t as liberal as you are.”
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Just Eighteen Just Adult: 38
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Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was her sister; at eighteen.
She was a year younger than Al Nādirah Al Faisal was.
When her Abbū divorced HER, Al Nādirah Al Faisal was eleven and Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was ten.
The judge decided we were old enough to choose which parent we wanted to live with.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was always my girl, so she chose her Ammī to live with me, and Al Waħīdah Al Faisal chose to live with their Abbū.*
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal watched as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I packed quickly, not wanting to leave.
We exchanged e-mail addresses, needing to think that we would stay in touch.
We parted outside the hotel, sharing lingering kisses until Al Rābiyah Al Faisal left, walking away quickly and not looking back.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I just about made our train to the airport on time.
We sat close together, each of us thinking about the weekend we had just enjoyed, and what had happened.
On the plane, we smiled in whispers of our love and desire, of what we wanted.
As we landed back in England, I leant over and kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my hand resting on her bare thigh.
“I need to go to London soon,” I told her, “Just for a few days.”
“Yes, please,” she gasped before I could say another word, leaning over to kiss me.
I glanced across at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady.
She sat next to me on the train as it pulled away from the station on its way to London.
She quickly smiled back at me as we settled down for the journey, conscious that we were not alone – although the rest of the seats around us were empty.*
We were on our way up to London to spend some time at a job fair.
Although Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was still at University, the fair was important in considering her future, and she valued my advice on these things.
It also gave us the opportunity to spend some time together, which we’d always enjoyed.
We were heading up to London for the whole weekend.
We planned to spend the rest of Friday sight seeing, before going to the fair on Saturday, with a bit more sight seeing on Sunday, before heading home.
Well, as far as anyone else knew that was our plan.
Nevertheless, we knew that we would spend much more time in the hotel than anyone would guess.
In addition, that we would spend that time together as we had enjoyed spending so much time together for the last year.
As lovers.
The trouble was Al Muħammad Al Åbbās, who – at nineteen – was a year younger than Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
A few days ago, I had announced that I wanted to go with them, so that I could catch up with some friends.
I had desperately tried to put Al Muħammad Al Åbbās off, saying he’d never get in the hotel, but Al Muħammad Al Åbbās had already been on the Internet to book – it was all arranged.
On hearing the news, I had phoned the hotel immediately, booking another room for Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, our plans in shatters.
With a sigh, I turned away, but not before my eyes had once again drunk in just how beautiful Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was.
I felt my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund twitch as I thought about her, about my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady, my lover.
She was wearing a tight jumper, with a zip down the front that stopped just short of her full, firm exquisite young Musalmān breasts.
The jumper clung to her, and showed off her tanned belly, with the little gold moon hanging across her navel, each time she raised her arms or reached out.
Even though she was wearing a bra, I was sure I could make out a hint of her nipples.
She was wearing a denim skirt that ended half way up her smooth young smart Musalmān thighs, showing off her long beautiful Musalmān legs.
Nevertheless, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sat next to me, her skirt had ridden up an inch or two, showing off more of her soft Musalmān thighs to me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reaching up to tie back her mass of auburn hair with a band, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts pressing forward with every movement.
I stifled a moan, aware of the growing Hindu bulge in my jeans.
I turned slightly, looking past Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and out of the window.
But my eyes were drawn back to her, to her beautiful smart young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
With her hair tied back, I looked across at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s graceful Musalmān neck, at her pert nose with its sprinkling of freckles, at her full, kissable smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She was wearing red lip gloss, and just for a fleeting moment I thought about her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān lips sliding along my everlastingly stanch, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund, the two of us naked together.
Beside me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could sense my eyes on her, but she didn’t dare look my way.
Like me, she had been desperately looking forward to this weekend, to being along with me.
In the months since we had last been properly together, during that unforgettable weekend in Rome, we had hardly been alone, just managing to grab a few stolen, often desperate, minutes together.
Until the previous evening, the last time we had been together had been six weeks ago, when I had taken Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās back to University.
She was sharing a house with some friends, although each of them had their own room.
After unloading all her stuff from the car, we had started to say our goodbyes, conscious of the other people in the house, of the other students arriving, of their friends and parents unloading their things.
We had tried to say goodbye, to be sensible, but then we were in each other’s arms, the door was being kicked shut, and I was backing Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās up against a wall.
We fucked as if it might be the last time, clawing at each other’s clothes, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dragging My long, hard Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund from my jeans as I undid hers and pushed them down onto her smooth Musalmān thighs.
We fucked stood up, awkwardly, desperately, both of us crying out as we came.
We had only just tidied themselves up when the door had crashed open as one of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s friends burst into the room.*
Their Abbū was an Over ardent Musalmān.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was sent to a fundamentalist Madarsah school, back in West Virginia, where they moved to after their divorce.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I hadn’t seen Al Waħīdah Al Faisal since she was fourteen, when she came to visit us here in Northern California for a week.
She was a skinny, tit-less adolescent with braces on her teeth, zits, and stringy hair.
Her Abbū made her wear totally shapeless long dresses that covered her up from the neck to the ankles.
It turned out that Al Waħīdah Al Faisal finally rebelled against the sect they belonged to, and once she was considered an adult, no one could force her to stay there any longer.
Once she made it known that she wanted to leave, Their Abbū dis-owned her and she was shunned by the Madarsah.
“Allah, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, what is this going to do to US?” Al Nādirah Al Faisal practically yelled at me.
“I guess you’ll have to move back to your own room, and we’ll have to be really discreet when we have sex with each other.”
It was futile to talk of any moral with Al Nādirah Al Faisal when she was in such a mood.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal wasn’t less sexy than their Ammī, Al Saåīdah Al Saåīd.
Both the Ammī and daughter needed immerse sex from me.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Al Nādirah Al Faisal screamed. “This ruins everything for us. Why did you let that little bitch come here?”
“Number one, she too is your Ammī’s, Al Saåīdah Al Saåīd’s, daughter, and I love her. Besides that, she has no place else to go. And, she is not a little bitch; she is your real younger sister.”
“And she too has a beautiful young Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot for your ever ravenous Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund!” Al Nādirah Al Faisal charged me, out of sheer jealousy, “You Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! You can’t leave any beautiful Musalmān Choot unfucked by you.”
“Nonsense!” I laughed, “You are imagining things, my nineteen years old, extremely beautiful, young Musalmān wife,”
Calling her ‘wife’ by me always made Al Nādirah Al Faisal proud and happy.
Nevertheless, she still said,
“She was always a bitch, even when she was a little girl. We never did get along with each other. And now, I HATE her.”
“You don’t even know her anymore.”
“I don’t want to know her. And now Al Nādirah Al Faisal has to share a room with her.”
“We’re just going to have to suck it up, and make the best of it.”
“But, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I love you, and I don’t want to sleep alone again. I want to sleep with you.”
“I know, Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I want to be with you, too. We’ll just have to wait and see what happens. We have a week together before she gets here.”
“I’m gonna use that week to fuck your brains out, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”
Moreover, Al Nādirah Al Faisal did, what she announced.*
I had said my goodbyes then.
The six weeks since then had seemed a long time, but at least we had this weekend to look forward to.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had got home the previous afternoon, ready for the weekend away.
It was only then that I had told her of Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’s plan to join us in London.
The disappointment on Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s face was matchless.
In the evening, we sat in the lounge watching TV, sitting as close together as we dare.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had had a shower, and was sat in her towelling robe, gently rubbing her still damp hair from time to time with a towel, I watching her out of the corner of my eye, watching her naked young smart Musalmān body moving under the robe as she idly finger combed her hair.
Al Muħammad Al Åbbās was with us, while Al Sābirah Al Siddīq, My wife, was getting ready to go out for a couple of hours to a meeting.
Al Sābirah Al Siddīq had said, “See you later,” to us all, only to come back a few minutes later to say that her car wouldn’t start.
Al Muħammad Al Åbbās had recently got his first car.
He quickly offered to drive her, wait around, and bring her back.
As they left, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I had looked at each other, hardly able to believe our Bhogchakr.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās thought about all this, she could sense my eyes on her again.
She turned and smiled at me seductively, before we both settled back, our eyes closed, thinking about the night before.*
The door had hardly closed behind the others before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were in each other’s arms.
We kissed, our mouths crushed together, our tongues searching out each other, thrusting and exploring.
I leant over Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, pressing her into the corner of the settee as I tugged at the belt of her robe.
I pulled the two sides free, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts springing into view, full and firm.
With a groan, I kissed her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, nipping at her nipples as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās frantically undid my jeans.
My perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund sprung free, and this time Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās groaned as she reached between us, pulling my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund towards her as she slid down to meet me. And then I was inside her, deep inside her, both of us crying out our need, our lust, as I drove my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund into her, as she pushed her hips up to meet my driving Hindu thrusts.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached around her Anant Muslimātchod Sixty fie years old ultimate experienced Hindu lover.
her hands reaching for my hips as I leant over her, driving my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
I reached for the arm of the settee behind her, leaning my body against hers, my chest stilling her swaying exquisite young Musalmān breasts as my mouth sought out hers, as her tongue drove between my lips.
We fucked hard, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot stretching around my long, hard perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund as I pounded into her.
She cried out as she came, her nails digging into my hips as we clung together, as I kept my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside her.
And then I was driving into her again, roaring out my never ending Hindu lust to fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies as my Hindu cum erupted inside her aching her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as she came again, as we slumped together, our ragged breathing echoing around she room.*
The next week we picked Al Waħīdah Al Faisal up at the airport.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal barely recognized her after four years.
She had definitely filled out.
Anyone could tell that even though she wore that awful shapeless dress.
Her braces were gone and her complexion had cleared up.
Her blond hair was fixed into a single braid that hung almost down to her beautiful Musalmān ass.
I went up to her with my arms wide open, pulling her into my body for a hug.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal couldn’t stand the idea of my body pressed against her.
She didn’t return the hug, but just stood there stiffly.
That wasn’t something that was done by members of her Madarsah, especially between men and women.
“Hello, Durgesh. Hello, Al Nādirah Al Faisal,” she said, by way of greeting us, “Thank you for letting me come here to stay with you.”
“You’re always welcome here, sweetheart. I’ve really missed you.”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal hated that I called her that.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal hated that I made her welcome here.
She looked like a freak in those clothes.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal would be ashamed to have any of her friends meet her.
At least she called me “Durgesh.”
I was not HER ‘Daddy’ at least; Al Nādirah Al Faisal smiled noticing it.
When we got home, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal wandered around the house, taking it all in.
It was a palace compared to where she had been living.
It is a palace, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal was the princess.
My princess.
My Queen?
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal didn’t know it.
“Al Nādirah Al Faisal, darling, will you please take Al Waħīdah Al Faisal up and show her to your room?”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was really pissed off, because not only she was being booted out of my room, but also that Al Nādirah Al Faisal had to share hers.
The house had three bedrooms, but I used one for my office.
She picked up one of her suitcases; Al Nādirah Al Faisal grabbed the other one, and went up to HER bedroom.
When I found out Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was coming, I took the queen sized bed out of her room and replaced it with two singles.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal gave her the one by the inside wall, and took the bed by the window for herself.
They dumped her luggage on her bed and Al Nādirah Al Faisal showed her where she could hang her clothes in the closet.
I had bought another dresser.
She opened her bags and started to put her clothes away.
“Is that all you have? All the dresses are the same.”
“Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I hate these clothes, but they’re all I was allowed to wear.”
“Don’t you have any jeans or anything?”
“Only men were allowed to wear pants; women always had to wear dresses. I’d love to wear jeans, but I don’t have any.”
Her eyes misted up, and a tear ran down her cheek.
Suddenly, Al Nādirah Al Faisal felt very sorry for her, and it started to touch her heart.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal hated that she would be keeping me from me, but it wasn’t really her fault.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal got a pair of her jeans and a tee shirt out of her dresser.
She looked to be about her size, although it was hard to tell with that baggy dress on.
“Here, try these on,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said, handing her her clothes.
She started toward the bathroom to change.
“You don’t have to go into the bathroom; you can change right here.”
“I, um, I’m not used to taking my clothes off in front of anybody.”
“Lillāh, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal, we’re both girls. We used to run around naked together when we were little. Take your rotten dress off so I can see what else I have that might fit you.”
She totally cringed hearing her language, but that’s the way, Al Nādirah Al Faisal talked.
She’ll need to get used to it.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal took a deep breath and, turning her back to Al Nādirah Al Faisal, started to unbutton her dress.
It had a lot of buttons on it.
They didn’t believe in zippers.
Shyly, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal slipped the dress off and stood there in her underwear.
She wore a thick white cotton bra that completely covered her beautiful young Musalmān tits; made of material so thick One would never know she had nipples.
Her underpants, certainly none could call them panties, were also white cotton and rode high enough to cover her belly button.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal had definitely filled out.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was lush; curvy in all the right places, with a nice rack and round, heart-shaped wonderful Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān ass.
Actually, they could be twins.
Not to be boasting or anything, but Al Nādirah Al Faisal had a hot Musalmān body, and she knew it.
In addition, Al Nādirah Al Faisal exhibited it proudly.
It was her wonderful asset.
A woman had none other asset as wonderful as her beautiful body if she had it.
Even I get a hard-on just looking at a beautiful female body.*
I was going to take a shower, so Al Nādirah Al Faisal started taking her clothes off too.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal did a double take when she looked at her underwear.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was wearing a black lace bra that lifted her beautiful young Musalmān tits, barely covering her nipples, which one could see right through the sheer fabric.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal wore French cut bikini panties.
I bought all her sexy underthings and negligees.
I loved to see Al Nādirah Al Faisal in them.
Moreover, I really loved taking them off Al Nādirah Al Faisal.
Standing there in her ugly underwear, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal looked at Al Nādirah Al Faisal again.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal went into her dresser and pulled out a sexy white lace bra and matching panties.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t think Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was ready for a thong yet, so these were low-cut bikinis, similar to what Al Nādirah Al Faisal was wearing.
“Here,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said, handing them to Al Waħīdah Al Faisal, “you can wear these.”*
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal looked shocked for a minute, and then smiled.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal stripped down naked, ready for her shower.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was studying her body as Al Nādirah Al Faisal sauntered toward the bathroom.
When Al Nādirah Al Faisal finished her shower, she was standing in front of the full-length mirror on the wall, checking herself out from every angle.
She sat down on her bed while Al Nādirah Al Faisal was dressing, and when Al Nādirah Al Faisal turned around, tears were running down Al Waħīdah Al Faisal’s cheeks.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal stood stock still for a moment, then went over and wrapped her arms around her, holding her tight and rocking her as she sobbed.
As much as a hard-ass that Al Nādirah Al Faisal tended to be, underneath it all, Al Nādirah Al Faisal had a really soft heart.
As much as Al Nādirah Al Faisal wanted to hate her, she couldn’t do it.
Although they didn’t get along with each other when they were younger, Al Nādirah Al Faisal loved Al Waħīdah Al Faisal.
Moreover, Al Nādirah Al Faisal still did.
“What’s wrong, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal? Tell me about it.”
Her body-wracking sobs subsided, and she sat up straight, wringing her hands in her lap. She looked at Al Nādirah Al Faisal plaintively, her eyes red from crying.
“I don’t know where to begin. My life is just so messed up. I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing, or where I do belong.”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal wanted to hug Al Waħīdah Al Faisal and tell her that she belonged here, but it would thoroughly fuck up her relationship with me.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t know what we were going to do.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal encouraged her to talk it out, so maybe she’d feel better getting it out of her system.
“I didn’t feel like I belonged in Abbū’s Madarsah community. They’re all so radically fundamentalists. The only book we were allowed to read, besides our schoolbooks, was the Al Qur’an Al Karīm. I love to read and I’d sneak novels into my room at night, but if I got caught with one, I’d get whipped. We weren’t allowed to watch TV, except for religious shows on Jumā’, and we could only listen to Islamic music. Occasionally I’d go to somebody else’s house and watch TV or listen to popular music.”
“That must be awful,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said.
“I could see on TV or in magazines how regular people lived, and I want to do that too. Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I see people kissing, and I want to know what that’s like. I don’t even know how to kiss. Whenever Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I see it or think about it, I get funny feelings in my body that I can’t explain.”
“What kind of feelings in your body?”
“Like kind of a tugging feeling low in my stomach and a tingling, um, down, ah, there.”
“Down where?”
“Um, down between my legs.”
“You mean in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ?”
“My what?”
“Right down here,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said, grabbing her crotch.
“You call it a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?”
“Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Pussy, cunt, twat, cooze, and a couple dozen other words. What do you call it?”
“Well, I know all the proper–at least the medical– names for all the body parts. I looked at a copy of Grey’s Anatomy in my doctor’s office. So that would be my, er, vagina,” she said, blushing scarlet.
“Don’t you take care of it when you get turned on like that?”
“Turned on? I don’t know what you mean. Take care of what?”
“Turned on means you are sexually aroused. And you take care of it by masturbating.”
“Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I heard some of the Musalmān girls at my school talking about that, but Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I have no idea how to do it.”
“I can show you how to do it. Take your bra and panties off and lie down on your bed.”
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal stuttered and blushed again, but her curiosity overcame her modesty.
She unhooked her bra and slid her panties down her legs.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal stripped out of hers and turned to face Al Waħīdah Al Faisal.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal’s eyes were wide as she looked over her body, and she started when she looked between her legs.
“You, um, you don’t, uh, you don’t have any hair down there?”
“I shave it. Durgesh— I mean, guys like it like that.”
“Y-you let boys see it?”
“Yeah, I do.” Actually, Durgesh is the only “boy” that’s ever seen it, and Al Waħīdah Al Faisal, I hope he’ll always be the only one. Does that bother you?”
“This is all a lot for me to process at once, but I guess it doesn’t bother me. Actually, thinking about it gives me that tingly feeling.”
“Well, I’ll show you the kind of BIG tingle that you’ll never forget.”
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As they kissed, their movements became more urgent, more passionate, both of them wanting more.
After a few minutes, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pulled away and turned quickly, clamping her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth over Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s clit while I was fucking her with my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached up and grabbed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s ass.
She pulled her hard to her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth so that she could lick and suck at her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her tongue roamed eagerly from her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass all the way down to her clit.
At first, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās assumed it was Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s finger slipping into her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but it felt different – longer, thicker.
Then she realised that Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s hands where still holding her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.
She sighed as she looked up and saw me beside them.
Her hand was now on my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, stroking along my hard Hindu length.
She gasped as she pulled my foreskin back along the thick, curved length of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to reveal the red, bulbous head already dripping with pre cum.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal watched as I pulled my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, and moved behind her.
She reached up to stroke my hard, long ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
I moaned out loud, as she wanked me gently, her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth still on Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She pulled my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund towards Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, guiding me into her.
She watched as I stretched Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It disappeared slowly, just the head at first, and then the whole Hindu length of mine.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as she felt my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund enter her nineteen years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Even after one year of my almost nonstop lovemaking to her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wasn’t used to my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
She always found there was always something new my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund could give to her ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
What a Penis!
What a Lund!
The Penis Benevolent?
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun.
Allah knows better.
As I filled her, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot started throbbing around my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
She felt Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s mouth sucking on her ardent Musalmān clit.
Her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was still hungry to taste her.
I slid my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her, the first long, slow strokes being replaced by a faster, more urgent rhythm as our mutual pleasure, our need, built.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal felt Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās plunge her finger into her synchronizing with the timing of my powerful Hindu thrusts, her wetness pouring onto her smooth Musalmān thighs.
We all cried out as our climaxes built.
I roared as I drove into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās one last time, before holding my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her.
She felt it jerking as my balls emptied my Hindu cum into her.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached up, lapping at my heavy Hindu balls, sucking them.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās screamed as she felt my hot Hindu cum take her over the edge, her finger deep inside Al Rābiyah Al Faisal as she cried out her pleasure as well.
I pulled out of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rolled off Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, and snuggled up to me as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal did the same, but on the other side of me.
I leant over and kissed them in turn.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās both reached for my heavy ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund, still erect between my my strong Hindu male thighs, still anointed with Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s fragrant Musalmān juices.
I continued to fuck them as we slept again, not worn out even from our early morning exertions.*
It was my birthday.
I was sixty-five.
As usual, I woke up with a raging hardon.
Not all that unusual for a horny young man like me.
What was unusual today was what was causing it.
As I drifted from sleep to waking, I could feel something bringing me up, or bringing my ever stalwart, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, fabulous, Uncut Hindu Lund up at least.
Some pretty expert attention was being given to my throbbing member by a wet, slippery expert female Musalmān mouth and equally expert Musalmān tongue that knew just what it took to get me off.
Realizing I wasn’t dreaming, I slowly looked down to see, to my incredible surprise, a gorgeous young woman of about twenty-eight with long auburn hair, beautiful tits in a crimson lace chemise.
Her wide pink mouth was wrapped around the shaft of my ever stalwart, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, fabulous, Uncut Hindu Lund and her delicate young beautiful Musalmān hand stroked the base of it.
It was Al Faisal Al Ħasan’s wife, Al Jalal Al Islam.
“Al Jalal Al Islam?” I asked, shocked, “What the hell is happening? You’re sucking my ever stalwart, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, fabulous, Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Mmm,” she sighed, letting my Uncut Hindu Lund slip Momentarily from her mouth, “Happy Birthday, Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām. You’re sixty-five. I thought you’d like a special birthday wake up.”
“What the hell!” I said.
“Abbū has instructed entire beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies of this household to give you special sexual treatment as Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām.”
“Nonsense!”
“It’s a grand celebration for a whole year from this very moment.” Al Faisal Al Ħasan’s wife, Al Jalal Al Islam, winked at me, teasing me.
Al Faisal Al Ħasan was Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s son.
He never approved of his Abbū’s activities.
“There is a limit of everything. I can’t understand this crazy dream of Abbū to be the Mustafa Kemal Ataturk of entire Islamic countries.”
“I love it, Al Faisal Al Ħasan,” Al Faisal Al Ħasan’s wife, Al Jalal Al Islam, said curtly, “You should too. Every dīndār and sincere Musalmān should actually.”*
Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I had been fucking each other for more than a year.
I was Al Nādirah Al Faisal’s, though not exclusively.
The exclusion was entirely impossible for I was already married to Saiyadah Fātimah PhD even before Al Nādirah Al Faisal came in my life.
So were the other countless beautiful Musalmān houseladies that were my live in relationship partners, my patients in sex therapy etc.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal shared my bed every night.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was totally in love with me, and I was in love with Al Nādirah Al Faisal.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal heard my car pull into the driveway, and she greeted me at the front door.
Throwing her arms around my neck, Al Nādirah Al Faisal pulled me close to her and covered my mouth with hers.
It wasn’t a daughterly “welcome home” kiss, it was deep and passionate, including lots of tongue.
“Hi, Durgesh.”
“Hi, Al Nādirah Al Faisal.”
I had called her “Al Nādirah Al Faisal” as long as she could remember, starting when Al Nādirah Al Faisal was a little girl.
Now that Al Nādirah Al Faisal was a grown woman, at nineteen, I still calls Al Nādirah Al Faisal that.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal loved it.
“Sit down on the couch, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, and I’ll mix you a drink.”
I was a Juice drinker.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal poured me a double shot.
I hated liquor.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal had a glass of wine.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal snuggled up next to me and asked me about my day.
I was a Sex Therapist, specializing in beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Expensive cure.
The house HVSI built for Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I was all redwood, natural stone, and lots of glass.
It sat on ten acres, surrounded by woods, and we have a beautiful swimming pool in the backyard.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I swim naked.
I was Sixty-Five, but I looked thirty years younger. I had broad shoulders.
I was well muscled, due to my years of sex therapy work.
I still had black hair, miraculously, and black seductive eyes.
I was her idol. Her stepfather, her lover, her best friend.
As Al Nādirah Al Faisal said, we’ve been lovers for about a year, starting just after her eighteenth birthday.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal developed a terrible crush on me just when she entered puberty and her body started to change.
I didn’t make any overt moves toward Al Nādirah Al Faisal for several years; neither could she tell I was looking at Al Nādirah Al Faisal in a different way.
Once her beautiful Musalmān breasts formed their first little buds, they grew rapidly.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was a B cup in the ninth grade, and by the time Al Nādirah Al Faisal was a senior in high school, Al Nādirah Al Faisal had grown into the C cup that Al Nādirah Al Faisal was now.
I was very open and very frank with Al Nādirah Al Faisal when it came to discussing anything of a sexual nature.
If Al Nādirah Al Faisal had any questions about sex, I would answer them for Al Nādirah Al Faisal, without any admonishments or judgment.
Her periods were very irregular, so with my consent, her lady doctor, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, prescribed birth control pills to help regulate them.
I was quite aware that a lot of teenagers were sexually active, so with the pill, I felt Al Nādirah Al Faisal would be safe.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal had a lot of girlfriends in high school, yet nothing serious.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal did a bunch of making out and a little light touching, through our clothes, but that was the extent of her sexual activity.
Until myself.
I finished my juice, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal mixed her another one.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal sat down beside me, cuddled up, and nuzzled her neck, raining little butterfly kisses all over my face.
Fisting my hand in her hair, I pulled her face into me, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal crushed her lips down on mine.
Kissing me totally intoxicated Al Nādirah Al Faisal, inflamed her with desire.
When I kissed Al Nādirah Al Faisal, there was a hotline between her lips and her clit.
It started to tingle, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal squirmed next to me.
While her tongue was in my mouth, Al Nādirah Al Faisal put her hand on the bulge in my jeans, feeling my Hindu erection grow beneath her beautiful young Musalmān fingers.
Her mouth was more insistent as I undid the button on her Levi’s and she pulled my zipper down.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal could hear me groan appreciating Al Nādirah Al Faisal, as her hand reached under her shorts, wrapping it around my hardened Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund shaft.
Gripping me firmly, Al Nādirah Al Faisal slid the loose skin on my Sixty five years old, utmost skilled, utmost gifted, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund up and down.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal tugged on my pants and pulled them down, exposing my magnificent Sixty five years old, utmost veteran, utmost capable, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund , totally hard, the bulbous head shining and swollen.
Bending down toward me, Al Nādirah Al Faisal took my Sixty five years old, utmost proficient, utmost clever, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and lowered her head, taking me in her beautiful young Musalmān mouth.
Coating me with her saliva, Al Nādirah Al Faisal ran her pink Musalmān tongue around and around my swollen Hindu crown while bobbing her beautiful young Musalmān head up and down on me.
Her now expert Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue flicked over that sensitive place when her head met the shaft.
This drove me crazy, and my hips started to buck, my Sixty five years old, ultimate experienced, ultimate talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund rising up to meet her beautiful young Musalmān mouth every time it went down.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal cupped my balls in her hand, fondling them first, and then pulling my scrotum down, in rhythm with her descending mouth.
A growl emitted from deep in her throat.
I threw my head back and fisting both hands in her hair, I pulled her beautiful Musalmān head up and down as I thrust up my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was never surprised that it went on for hours.
She was habitual of my ever lasting sexual prowess now entirely.
My every woman was habitual of it gradually ultimately, sooner or later.
Ultimately, Al Nādirah Al Faisal knew I was getting close to release.
I held her tighter.
My balls started to draw up tight.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal could feel the head of my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund swell even more.
Gently, Al Nādirah Al Faisal raked her fingernails over my hardened sack, and that pushed me over the edge.
Shouting her name, I erupted, shooting wad after wad of my Hindu cum down the back of her young Musalmān throat.
Swallowing it all, Al Nādirah Al Faisal looked at up me and smiled.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal really loved to make me cum like this, because Al Nādirah Al Faisal knew very well, how much I’d pay it back to her into her young ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, when we go to bed that night.
Leaving me sated, Al Nādirah Al Faisal got up and made our supper.
Over the years, Al Nādirah Al Faisal had become a really good cook.
That night, Al Nādirah Al Faisal made poached salmon, asparagus with hollandaise sauce, and baby red potatoes.
We had just finished dinner, when the phone rang.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal answered it, and with a scowl, handed it to me.
“It’s HER,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said.
“Her” referred to her Ammī.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal could never call her Ammī or Mom.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal hated her.
I talked with her for a while.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal couldn’t make much from my side of the conversation, except for an “Uh huh.” “I see.” “Yes.” “I’ll be there.”
“What was that about, Durgesh darling?”
“Well, it seems Al Waħīdah Al Faisal is coming to live with us.”
“Why, Lillāh?” Al Nādirah Al Faisal wailed.*
It was mid morning when we were all awake again.
We stayed together until lunchtime, making love, the three of us enjoying each other’s company, each other’s excellent bodies.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās made love to me, teasing me, loving me, kissing and caressing me.
Each of them was as if crazy for me.
I knew very well that it wasn’t my utmost sexual expertise only that, was making even these teenagers crazy to fuck me.
It was the deliberately planned strategy of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Modern Democratic Årabia, the Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Modern Democratic Årabia too now, their Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, etctera.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t want originally to let it happen in this way.
Nevertheless, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was more popular and more capable now.
“She is using the ever unquenched thirst of optimum sex of beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Durgesh, my son.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan, the great man, commented on it gravely, “I wanted to establish Islamic Democracy in the so called Islamic countries and Musalmīn. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s idea of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah was never in my imagination.”
“That’s what I said, Abbū.” I commented gravely myself.
“I thought I could use my daughter’s immense obsession to you, positively.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said ruefully.
“She is trying to make almost every beautiful Musalmān houselady my wife and my wife only. It’s the ever oldest ‘Kr’ñvanto vishvam Ummil Åālmīnam’ movement, nothing else.”
“Projection of that time cycle?”
“I’m confident of it cent percent. Of course, Eīshāno Vishvvedasah, Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun!”
“Why do you think you aren’t Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām?”
They shared my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund as I lay back on the bed, our mouths and hands everywhere.
They watched as a torrent of my Hindu cum exploded from my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund, splattering onto their exquisite young Musalmān breasts and tummies.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal leant over me, sucking the last of my Hindu cum from me.
I moved to one side then, and watched as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal shared my Hindu cum with Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, before easing her onto her back.
I watched as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal licked and sucked my Hindu cum off my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, watched as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās writhed under our lovers’ lips and tongue and mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, tracing her fingers through the cum on her pert exquisite young Musalmān breasts before sucking it hungrily from her fingers.
We lay side by side, our bodies pressed together as we kissed, our hands moving over each other’s sexy bodies.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stroked me as I watched, my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund long and hard in Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s hand.
My Hindu shaft was throbbing.
I moved behind Al Rābiyah Al Faisal as she knelt over Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, all of us moaning as I eased my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, extreme expert, unique, paramount celebrated, Uncut Hindu Lund into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal moaned as my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund filled her.
I moaned as her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot sucked me in deep, moulding itself around my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund.
And Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned as she watched my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, ultimate renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund disappear into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot, as she reached up and ran her Musalmān tongue over my Hindu balls.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās watched my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund for few moments, watching it slide in and out of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.
As Al Rābiyah Al Faisal started to cry out, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled out from underneath her.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal immediately reached out for the end of the bed, arching her back, urging me to fuck her harder, to fuck her deeper, faster.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt beside her, reaching for Al Rābiyah Al Faisal‘s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass, touching and caressing her.
As Al Rābiyah Al Faisal came again, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was pulsating around my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved to kneel beside her, to reach out for the end of the bed in an image of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.
Her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass was in the air, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was wet and ready.
I pulled my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal as her orgasm subsided and drove it straight into my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady’s waiting luscious Musalmān body.
I fucked her hard.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was now beside me.
Her hand reached between my legs for my swaying Hindu balls.
Her other hand was running between Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s tight Musalmān cheeks, searching out her puckered Musalmān hole.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass, quickly matching the rhythm of my thrusting perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās almost sobbed as I pulled out of her, but then thrust back with a groan as she felt my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund nudging against her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal guided me, feeding me into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s beautiful Musalmān ass until I was fucking her again.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached under Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, rubbing her ardent Musalmān clit with one hand, her own clit with the other.
I held Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s hips driving into her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.
My perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund, my body, was on fire.
With a roar I came, my Hindu cum erupted into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s gorgeous Musalmān ass as she came.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal fell back on the bed.
After holding each other for long minutes, we all showered, all too aware that our time together was at an end.
Chapter 38
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 