Just Eighteen Just Adult: 38

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 38

Durgesh Al Sābirah Al Siddīq

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Faisal

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Faisal

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.”

Chapter 39

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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


Just Eighteen Just Adult: 37

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 37

Durgesh Al Rābiyah Al Faisal

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Faisal

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?

Shivling?

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

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Just Eighteen Just Adult: 36

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Durgesh

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Chapter 36

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās

Durgesh Al Rābiyah Al Faisal

As Al Rābiyah Al Faisal sucked me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran her hands between my legs.

She cupped and caressed my balls, before moving around to the front to join Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.

I held their heads as they alternated, taking turns to suck me, to lick me, to tease me.

The contrast between them was amazing.

I knew Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās so well, but Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was different, grating her teeth over my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, biting me.

In addition, it was Al Rābiyah Al Faisal who wanted my Hindu cum first.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew this as well, and moved behind her to hold her exquisite young Musalmān breasts as she sucked on me harder, drawing me deeper into her as I fucked her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

With a cry I came.

The first few jets of my Hindu cum gushed into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s beautiful young Musalmān mouth she rested onto Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts.

She turned quickly, still holding my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, and kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, sharing my Hindu cum.

I stood watching them, my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund still hard, my mind abuzz with what was happening.

We moved to the bed.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was now lying on her back with Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās at her side.

I kissed them both, and then watched as they caressed each other’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant over and licked what was left of my Hindu cum from Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, before taking a ripe brown nipple into her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sucking hard, biting gently.

I moved back to kneel between Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s legs.

Her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was shaved, her slit running with juices, her large clit and lips prominent and begging for attention.

I kissed up the inside of her smooth Musalmān thighs, tasting her silky soft female Musalmān skin.

I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund along her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit, feeling her pushing up for more.

I rang my Uncut Hindu Lund back down, pausing at the clit.

Then I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, feeling her juices around it.

Her hand appeared.

Her finger rubbed her clit in a circular motion.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was panting, surges of pleasure running through her from the attention she was getting – from the attention her exquisite young Musalmān breasts were getting, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was getting, her clit was getting.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was grinding her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s thigh, needing some attention.

I ran my hand up to my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady, pushing my finger inside her, as my Uncut Hindu Lund was already serving Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s new Musalmān Choot for me.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached across and pinched her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, pulling on her nipples, both of them crying out.

I urged them on, and within seconds of each other we came, long drawn out orgasms that sent pleasure rushing through them.

We held onto each other, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was still pushing onto my finger, and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal on my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

As we relaxed, I moved to kiss Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, and to share Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s taste with her, offering my thoroughly anointed ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s ravenous Musalmān mouth.

Then I kissed Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, before lying between them, hugging them.

We lay there kissing and cuddling, caressing each other, knowing that we all wanted more, but all content to savour the moment.

Gradually our touches and kisses became more urgent, more demanding.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stroked my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund between them, before pushing me onto my back.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās climbed across me, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hovering above my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached for me, and rubbed the head of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund across Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, across her clit.

With a sigh, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sank down onto me, my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund sliding deep inside her, into her incredibly hot and tight lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I felt her throbbing and squeezing around me.

As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās began to move up and down my length, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal swung her leg across my body, to sit on my chest, and slide her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to my mouth, her back to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.

I kissed her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot again, enjoying her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān labial lips on my Hindu male lips.

My arms were around her, pulling her to me.

She lent against the wall above the bed, balancing herself as I pulled her to me, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slid up and down, as I thrust into her, the bed was shaking under our movements.

I reached for Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, savouring their weight, their firmness.

I rubbed her nipples, teasing them, rubbing them between my finger and thumb.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant forward, reaching around Al Rābiyah Al Faisal to join me in enjoying her exquisite young Musalmān breasts.

I knew that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would come quickly, so I thrust up into her, meeting her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body as it moved downwards, all the time working on Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s sweet tasting lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal pushed herself harder to me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s cries got louder, as she came again, as her juices poured from her.

Her movements slowed, and she climbed away from me.

She pulled Al Rābiyah Al Faisal back along my body.

I felt her wet lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot smearing its juices down my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

And then it was immediately surrounded by another hot, wet lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.

The feeling was incredible, moving so swiftly from one lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to another.

With a grin Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kissed me, before taking her turn to sit across me.

But she turned to face Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, pushing her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass back towards me, exposing her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass and her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to my mouth, to my Uncut Hindu Lund.

As Al Rābiyah Al Faisal took my Ever, stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, the girls reached for each other’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, leaning forward to kiss.

I stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund from Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s puckered hole to her clit, running along her wet slit, into her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I fucked her wet, juicy lips, and fucked her with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Both the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girls were pushing down on me, matching my ever powerful Hindu upward thrusts of my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

My balls were on fire, my cum was hot inside them.

I groaned, and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal pushed harder, faster.

She was fucking me now even more wildly than Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was trying her best to take away my Uncut Hindu Lund from Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s new Musalmān Choot but Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was more ravenous now.

She never let Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās enjoy my Uncut Hindu Lund into her quite familiar young Musalmān Choot more than five or ten minutes, before again aggressively attacking on it and swallowing once more entirely into her new more ravenous Musalmān Choot.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās smiled patronizingly, yet allowed Al Rābiyah Al Faisal to quench her sexual need as much as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal needed.

This session went on almost the entire rest of the night nonstop.*

Ultimately, I came.

Great fountains of my Hindu cum were shooting deep inside Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, ever enticing, ever inviting Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

She cried out, and pressed down hard, burying me inside her, more and more.

Her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot clenched around my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Finally, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s soft lips, pushing her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot down before relaxing against me, her passion spent for now.

We slowly separated, and cuddled up, exhausted.

The unmistakeable smell of sex filled the room.

“Thank you, Durgesh, you really are the ever greatest Hindu lover of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies, no doubt. You fuck my Nānī Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, my Kħālājān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, my Ammī, Al Ħamd Al Ħasan, myself and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal now with the same Hindu manly vigor despite the widest difference in our age.” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās murmured, kissing me.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stared at us, realising our relationship for the first time.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I smiled, looking at her – until she sank into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s arms, kissing her hard, our naked Ashvinātam bodies pressed together.

She kissed me then, before we cuddled up again.

We fell asleep in minutes, worn out for now.*

It was still the middle of night, when I woke up.

I was cuddled up behind Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.

My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund resting against her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.

I rolled onto my back, reaching out for Al Rābiyah Al Faisal – but she wasn’t there.

I lay still, thinking she must have left until I felt the draft from the doors leading out to the balcony.

I got up, careful not to disturb Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was out on the balcony, dressed only in one of my tee shirts, which just about covered her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.

I walked out onto the balcony to join her, still naked.

I enjoyed my ever-bold Hindu male nudity when I was with the sexy beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

I was never ashamed of it.

I was proud of it instead.

I reached for her, my arms around her from behind, and slipped my hands inside the tee shirt to cup her exquisite young Musalmān breasts.

She sighed, and wiggled her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass back against me, turning her head for a kiss.

We stood together for a while, watching the traffic below, enjoying the unusually warm night air.

I rolled Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s nipples gently between my fingers and thumbs, feeling them harden.

She pushed her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass back against my hardening Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund again, just as I pressed back against her.

I moved a hand down her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body from her breast to cup her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund      slipping easily into her ardent Musalmān wetness.

Her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass came back to me again, but this time she arched her back, presenting her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to me.

My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund slid easily between her smooth Musalmān thighs and into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

She moaned softly as I stretched and filled her.

My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside her, her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass hard against my body.

I slid out of her until only the tip of my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund was inside her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and then I was back inside her, fucking her with long, slow strokes.

I caressed her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, rubbing her erect nipples with my fingertips.

I held her tighter, squeezing her exquisite young Musalmān breasts as I pulled her to me as my ever aggressive, ever powerful, Hindu strokes became faster, harder.

She slipped her hand between her beautiful nude Musalmān legs and rubbed her own clit.

Her moans – and my groans – got louder and more intense, matching the intensity of our Ashvinātam bodies as we fucked.

Our hands, our hips, our bodies were moving now rhythmically as one.

It was my second long sex session with Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.

It lasted even more than the first.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was too exhausted to participate this time in our more wonderful lovemaking.

“I can’t believe that you are really only a waitress.” I smiled at Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, “you act more sophisticated than a waitress does.”

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal only smiled.

She neither contradicted me, nor confirmed first.

Yet when I repeated my suspicion, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal smiled.

“Sorry, I can’t disclose my real identity to anyone now. Nevertheless, yes, I am not a waitress.”

Our cries echoed out into the night air as we came.

My Hindu cum poured into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to mix with her own juices before running onto her smooth Musalmān thighs as I continued pumping into her, prolonging our pleasure, our ecstasy.

She turned around and clung to me, our lips meshed together, our tongues slipping over each other.

I held her firm Musalmān ass, caressing her, holding her tight as we came down to earth.

After a while, she led me back to bed, to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.*

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was naturally the first that was awake in the morning.

She was aware of me behind her, my arm around her, my hand gently cupping her breast.

She eased away from me and looked across at Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.

Even as she looked at her, and thought about the previous night, she felt a tingle in her nipples and her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Beside her, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stirred and stretched in her sleep, pushing the sheet away from herself, leaving her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body naked to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s gaze.

As she looked at Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew that she wanted more.

She spent just a few more seconds staring at the exquisite naked form next to her, and then reached out to her – to our – new lover.

As she touched Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, she felt that familiar ache at the base of her tummy, the wetness already springing from her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Reaching across, she ran her hand softly over Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, feeling their shape, their weight, her fingers dancing lightly across the firm flesh and onto the hard, puckered nipples.

She rubbed Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s nipple with her fingertip, feeling the hard nub of flesh move softly from side to side.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stirred, moaning in her sleep.

Keeping her fingers on one nipple, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dipped her head and sucked the other one gently into her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

At first, she just used her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān lips, clamping a ripe nipple between them, while sucking gently, her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, her hands, responding to Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s soft moans of pleasure.

Then she used her tongue, swirling it across Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s breast and nipple, rocking the hard button of flesh from side to side, as she continued to suck.

And then she used her teeth, nipping and nibbling on her gorgeous lover, listening to Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s moans as they became louder, as she started to wake up.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s hand moved to hold Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s head to her, her other hand pressing Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hand down onto her breast.

Moving more quickly now, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kissed her way down Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s tanned body before settling between her long legs, tickling the soft inside of her smooth Musalmān thighs with her tongue.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal eased her beautiful nude Musalmān legs apart, conscious of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s sigh as she looked down at her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, at her pink Musalmān wetness, at her clit already standing up and begging for attention.

Doing what to Al Rābiyah Al Faisal what she knew she would like having done to her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sank her head down and licked along Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, sucking her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān lips, tasting her juices.

She clamped her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth over her mound, sucking on her, her tongue flicking across her clit before burying itself inside Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s sweet, tasty body.

Reaching down, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal held Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s head to her, pushing her hips upwards to grind her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hot and willing mouth.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal came quickly, crying out as her juices poured from her.

As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked on her, as her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body tingled all over, her climax building in her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot before flooding her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body completely.

Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body relaxed slowly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lapped at her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, licking and sucking her juices from her mixed with mine Hindu semen too.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slid back up the bed, her face glistening with Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s and my juices, and held her, kissing her, sharing her taste.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s tongue flicked across Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lips and face, licking her own juices from her, until their tongues met and started to explore.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal pulled Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās to her, holding her tight, savouring each other.

She kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, her tongue ravaging her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, our exquisite young Musalmān breasts pressed together.

She slipped her hand between them, her fingers teasing Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s clit before pushing inside her hot body.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s cries were muffled by Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s lips, by her tongue, as her fingers plunged into her wet body, her thumb rubbing across her naked mound as she finger fucked her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rocked her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body against the fingers inside her, clamping her smooth Musalmān thighs around them as her own orgasm built, slowly at first, but then in a rush as her pleasure exploded through her.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal quickly pressed down hard on Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s clit, sensing she would love the exquisite pain and pleasure this gave her as her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body flooded with her juices.

Even as her orgasm crashed through her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was aware of me watching them.

Watching her, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund was thick and hard once more.

As soon as we had got our breath back, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās on top of her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās straddled her, her knees were each side of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, her hard nipples pressing into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s firm, warm exquisite young Musalmān breasts.

They kissed softly.

Their tongues caressed each other before slipping into the other’s hungry mouth.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached down to run her hands over Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s ass, pulling her to her, their lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choots grinding against each other.

They sighed softly as they kissed, more juices springing from them as their bodies moulded together.

Chapter 37

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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


Just Eighteen Just Adult: 35

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 35

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās

Her Three Generations

Durgesh Al Rābiyah Al Faisal

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I went out later, wandering from our city centre hotel down towards the Coliseum, before walking back through the roman Forum.

We stopped often, soaking up the atmosphere, imagining the roar of the crowds hundreds of years before, imagining the Senators meeting, talking, and plotting.

It was an unseasonably warm day.

We found a café and sat outside to eat Pizza, drink coffee and watch the world go by.

We took a horse drawn carriage to the pantheon, and marvelled at the beauty of the paintings and sculptures inside.

We walked around the city, soaking up the atmosphere and history, walking hand in hand, enjoying being together.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās still couldn’t believe she was too my wife now despite the fact that she was only Just Eighteen Just Adult when she first succeeded in having my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-four years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her then Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

She was jealous of her Nānī Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, when she deliberately watched her having sex with me.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could never understand why her Nānī Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, revolted against her Nānā Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and started to live openly with his ever greatest enemy, the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.

“Kħālājān, I hate Nānī Ammī immensely.” She told Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan expressly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

“I myself hate her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās. But we can’t do anything.”

“Now I understand why the Musalmīn turn to be terrorists.” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās said furiously, “The Hindus always manage to have sex with our ever sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womankind, either this way or that way.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her elder sister’s daughter calculatingly.

She couldn’t be more than thirteen now.

At the most, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could be fourteen only.

She could not understand why Durgesh was so popular among hot Musalmān houseladies if they were beautiful too.

Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, needed wild animal sex, her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, never provided his wife.

He hated wild animal sex basically.

It wasn’t a human act for him ever.

Yet, Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, needed it very much.

She went to Durgesh, not because she had another option, yet she was unfaithful to her husband, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, actually never had another option.

She had so much fire between her legs that only Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund could quench it, none else.

Not even any other Hindu male.

Not perhaps even Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

Moreover, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was an ardent anti Muslim Hindu, even if Nafīsah Salmān could forget that Shankar Mahāpralayankar was a criminal that was immensely capable to dodge the law and order of every country anywhere.

He was Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar actually.

The only difference was that Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar invented a new religion, Dīn-e-Ilāhī too, against Islam.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar never did it.

He never needed to.

As it began to get dark, we returned to the hotel, to the suite we now shared.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband spotted Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s bikini and teased her, asking if she had managed to get a swim that morning.

“Come on,” she retorted, grabbing her bikini, “Let’s go now.”

“I can think of other things to do,” I told her.

She stripped off, standing naked before me.

Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was firm and beautiful.

However, with a laugh, she wriggled away from me and pulled her bikini on quickly.

She reached into a draw and threw me my trunks.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband got changed quickly.

We both pulled on the robes the hotel provided before heading out towards the lifts.

Minutes later Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were at the indoor pool.

Dropping her gown on a sun bed, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stepped towards the water and dived in gracefully.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband followed her more sedately, and began to swim a few lengths, always looking out for Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.

She swam well, passing me a few times as her years of practice began to show.

After swimming a couple of dozen lengths, the Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband stopped at the shallow end and rested, my back against the edge of the pool.

We were alone now, the last of the other swimmers having just left.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stopped next to me, both of us were glancing across at where we had met the night before.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband moved to stand in front of her.

Reaching out, I stepped closer.

My hands were on her hips.

We kissed softly.

Our Ashvinātam bodies were very close.

Despite the fact that I was sixty-five years old now, I never appeared my age.

Everyone thought I was anywhere between twenty-eight and thirty-five only.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was nineteen now.

We were fucking each other now for a complete year already.

As we parted, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās smiled.

“It looks different in daylight,” she murmured, thinking of the night before.

“I try not to think about,” The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband told her.

“Why not,” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Because this happens,” I told, taking her hand and pressing it against the hard Hindu bulge in my trunks.

“Swim then,” she laughed, dodging past me and swimming away, teasing me.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband swam after her, but she had disappeared over to the other side of the pool.

I went after her, missing her time and again.

Each time the Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband got closer, I reached out to her, touching her, and then she was gone.

She touched my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in passing, teasing me, but always evading me.

Eventually I caught her, laughing, in the corner.

I pulled Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās to me, kissing her hard, feeling her firm extremely beautiful female Musalmān young body against me, her erect nipples pressing into my chest, my hard ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund against her.

She pressed herself against me, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot sliding up and down the ridge of my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund through my swimming trunks.

She wriggled free, and dropped below the surface of the water.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hands tugged at my trunks, pulling my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund free.

It sprang up, released from its restraints, unaffected by the cold water.

Her hot beautiful Musalmān mouth descended on me, sliding down my Hindu length.

Her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān lips were forming a seal around me. Her tongue lapped at my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund head, buried in her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She took my balls in one hand, her other hand on my buttocks, holding me.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband groaned as this seemed to last for ages, but in reality it was only seconds before she shot to the surface, gasping for breath.

With barely a glance around, we moved to the shallow part of the pool, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund jutting out in front of me.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband lifted her onto the edge of the pool, my lips locking onto hers as we held each other tight.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, peeling the skin back down my shaft, pulling my swollen ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund head towards her.

Dragging her bikini bottoms to one side, she exposed her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to me.

I caught a quick glimpse of her wet, wanton lips and then I was inside her.

I pushed forward as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her beautiful nude Musalmān legs around me, pulling tight as I drove my thick Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s young Musalmān body.

As we fucked, the Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband tugged at the strings of her bikini top, pulling it away from her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, freeing her full exquisite young Musalmān breasts.

Her nipples were like pebbles pressing into my chest as we kissed, as we fucked.

Her beautiful nude Musalmān legs tightened around me, pulling me deeper and deeper inside her as I fucked her faster and faster.

She leant back; her arms behind her, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts thrust upwards, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot pushed forward towards me.

It lasted we never knew for how long.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was always immensely surprised for my Hindu lust for her.

I always fucked her as if I was a wild animal that had gone mad.

She had always to acknowledge her defeat.

Similarly, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās never found her Nānī Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, winning over me.

She never found her Kħālājān, now thirty-three years old, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ever winning over me.

Even her Ammī, Al Ħamd Al Ħasan, never succeeded in winning the sixty-five years old miraculous Hindu in any sex game she played with Durgesh.

The ever wonderful man was defeating her three generations, including herself.

His sexual lust to fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies of any age whatsoever was incredible.

Durgesh could just fuck them endlessly with ever increasing manly vigor even.

Ultimately, we were cumming, crying out as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moulded itself tighter around my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

The waves of pleasure crashed through her, as spurts of my warm, thick Hindu cum filled her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

We clung together, gasping to breathe, then laughing at our release, then controlling ourselves as we remembered where we were.

We dressed ultimately.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband was pulling my trunks up while Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās re-tied her top and straightened her bottoms.

We swam back to the far end of the pool, before climbing out and grabbing some towels from the pile left by the hotel.

Pulling our robes back on, we headed back to our room, eager to be alone again.*

It was late evening when we left the hotel.

We were heading towards the hard Rock Café, a venue we always enjoyed.

Fortunately, we were seated within half an hour of arriving, and were soon pondering the menu while she was sipping on ice-cold beers and I a juice.

“Hi, I’m Al Rābiyah Al Faisal. I’m your waitress for the evening.”

We both looked up from the menus and said “Hello” to our server.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband couldn’t help watching her as she walked away.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was tall and slender, in her mid twenties.

Her accented English was almost perfect.

Her dark hair was tied back, her white blouse clinging to her pert Musalmān body, her green skirt short and tight around her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.

“Ouch!”

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband cried out as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kicked me on the shins, an amused grin on her face as she watched me watching Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was back shortly to take our orders.

She stood next to me, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder as we smiled.

When we had ordered, she ran her hand lightly down my arm and thanked us, before sashaying away.

Her hips were swinging.

Her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass was rocking from side to side in her tight skirt.

Throughout the evening, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was friendly and attentive, always touching my arm and running her hand down it when we were finished chatting.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās took all of this in with amusement, and not with even a little jealousy.

“I think she fancies you, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Is there any Musalmān Beauty, name only a single one, that isn’t crazy to fuck you ever?” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās teased.

However, moments later it was I teasing her as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal brought Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s dessert.

She rested her hand on Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s arm as she put the ice cream in front of her, then ran her hand down her arm and squeezed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hand gently.

“Enjoy!” she told her.

“In which case,” I told Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal walked away, “She must fancy you as well.”

Nevertheless, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wasn’t listening – she was far too busy watching Al Rābiyah Al Faisal walking away, her eyes locked on her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass, her tongue flicking over her suddenly dry lips.

I took all of this in, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund was hardening as I watched my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady, my lover, looking at the waitress.

Suddenly I remembered the way Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had looked at other girls before, some of the comments she had made, especially about the beautiful dancer we had seen at the moulin Rouge when we were in Paris – and I began to wonder…

When we were finished, I paid the bill and left the beautiful Al Rābiyah Al Faisal an extravagant tip.

She thanked me, leaning over to kiss me on my lips naughtily, before hugging Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.

I watched them.

My ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund reacted again.

As we left, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal squeezed our arms one last time, then told us that she had enjoyed meeting us, and that she finished at eleven if we fancied a drink.

Then, with a delicious, inviting smile, she was gone.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stared at each other, not quite sure what to make of what Al Rābiyah Al Faisal had said.

Nevertheless, both our bodies reacted to those words, to her look.

We didn’t mention Al Rābiyah Al Faisal as we walked through Rome, heading for the Tivoli fountain, wanting to see it lit up at night.

We stood by the fountains, enjoying the sound of the water, the sight of the beautiful statues and carvings.

I gave Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās a coin and told her to throw it over her shoulder into the fountain and make a wish.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did, closing her eyes and making her wish as I watched her.

“Well,” I asked, “What did you wish for?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās hesitated for a moment then told me, her voice husky and her eyes bright.

“I wished we could …… make it back to the café before eleven.”

I stared at her, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund growing hard as I took in her words, the expression on her face.

I glanced at my watch, then grabbed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hand and led her back the way we had come.*

We made it just in time, but then felt uncertain as we watched Al Rābiyah Al Faisal appear from the restaurant with some other waitresses.

We stood watching her, hesitating, not sure what to do when Al Rābiyah Al Faisal turned and saw us.

Her face lit up with that delicious smile again.

she quickly said goodbye to the others before walking to meet Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and me.

We both watched her walking those dozen yards.

Her long coat was undone, falling open as she walked.

She was wearing the same clothes as before, but this time our eyes were on her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, taut against her blouse, her nipples dark and promising, and on her long legs.

She appeared from beneath her coat with each step, her skirt rising high up on her stocking clad thighs.

“You made it,” she greeted us, stepping between us, turning and looping her arms through ours.

“Where shall we go,” she continued, hardly drawing breath, “Lots of places are closing now … How about your hotel? Does it have a bar? Is it far?”

I smiled and said that it wasn’t far, and then led the way.

We chatted as we walked, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s cheery banter easing any uncertainty Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I might have had, although neither of us thought about where this might lead.

It only took us fifteen minutes or so to get back to the hotel, but as soon as we walked into reception, we were hit by the noise of a huge party going on.

The bar was packed, as were the lounges around reception.

I looked around for somewhere quieter.

“How about our room?” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās asked, her voice trembling slightly, “It’s big enough …. Is that okay with you Al Rābiyah Al Faisal?”

“That’s great …. Let’s use room service to get a drink; it’ll be quicker than hanging around here.”

Almost in a daze, still unsure of what was happening; Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās led the way to the lift.

Minutes later, we were back in our suite, and I was on the phone to room service ordering a bottle of champagne.

I dropped the phone back on its rest and turned back to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal to tell them that the champagne was on its way.

Nevertheless, I was suddenly too cautious to speak as I took in the sight before me.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stood close together.

Their exquisite young Musalmān breasts were touching, their hips pushing forward against each other, their mouths locked together.

They parted as they sensed I was looking at them.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came to me and kissed me softly.

I could taste Al Rābiyah Al Faisal on her as our tongues slipped over each other.

Then Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was next to me, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts pressing against my arm, firm and warm.

As soon as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lips left my, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was kissing me, her agile Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue flicking along my Hindu male lips before slipping deep into my Hindu mouth.

I groaned as I held them both to me, as I felt hands, two beautiful female Musalmān hands, sliding over the Hindu bulge in my trousers.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal led the way to the sofa in the sitting room part of the suite.

We all sank down, I in the middle, as we took turns to kiss, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and I, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I.

Our hands found each other easily, touching, caressing.

We stopped only when we heard tapping on the door, and a call of “room service”.

I let the waiter into the room, noticing the looks both Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gave me.
He put the champagne on the side, and left as soon as I had tipped him.

I poured their drinks, handing glasses to Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās before rejoining them.

They sipped their champagne.

We chatted, totally at ease, happy for the growing sexual tension to grow even more, for our need and desire to grow.

After what seemed like an age, I leant over Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and put my glass of juice down. I took hers from her and placed it next to mine before taking her in my arms.

I kissed her softly, my hands caressing her pert exquisite young Musalmān breasts through her blouse.

Slowly, I undid each of the buttons down the front of her blouse, conscious of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moving to kneel in front of us so that she could help.

As soon as the buttons were undone, I eased Al Rābiyah Al Faisal onto her back on the sofa.

I pulled her blouse open, gasping as I stared down at her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, at her dark nipples barely hidden by the lace of her cream bra.

I touched her lightly, my hands moving up her sides, then across to her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, to her hard nipples.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was still kneeling on the floor beside us.

Reaching down between my hands, between Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, she gently undid the clasp at the front of the cream bra.

I slid my hands across her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, into the deep Musalmān valley between them, before slipping my Hindu hands under the edge of each cup, and then slowly back across her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, exposing them to our gaze.

I felt the firmness of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts under my hands, of her hard, puckered nipples.

As my hands reached her sides, leaving her exquisite young Musalmān breasts totally exposed, both Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I gasped as we took in their beauty.

I dipped my hand, taking Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s nipple in between my thumb and forefinger.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant over her, and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal moaned loudly as both her nipples were teased.

I ran my hand over her flat tummy, over her skirt.

I rubbed down the front of her panties, feeling her wetness, feeling her juices rushing from her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved away from her breast, and the two girls kissed – soft, passionate kisses that set them all moaning.

As my hand reached inside Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s panties, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood up.

She moved away a little, so that Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and I could see her.

As we watched, I rubbed my fingers along Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s wet Musalmān slit, teasing her, toying with her hard Musalmān clit.

We watched as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās danced slowly, sensually, undoing the buttons down the front of her dress, before pushing the dress off her shoulders.

It fell to the ground as she ran her hands over her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, pinching her own nipples.

Now Al Rābiyah Al Faisal gasped as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood before them, naked apart from her thong.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hands ran lower, until one was on her tummy, and one inside her underwear.

She turned around, and bent over to slip her thong off, pointing her firm Musalmān ass at us.

Her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was peeking out between her beautiful nude Musalmān legs.

She turned back towards us, and held out her hands.

“Let’s go to bed,” was all she said.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached her hands up to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, and stood up.

The girls fell naturally into each other’s arms, their naked exquisite young Musalmān breasts pressing together.

We kissed again.

My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund was painfully hard.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal ran her hands down Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s back, down to her firm Musalmān ass.

I moved behind her, pushing her dark hair to one side so that I could kiss her neck.

I pulled her blouse and bra down her arms, leaving her topless.

As the girls carried on kissing, moaning softly as our tongues explored, I dropped to my knees, scattering kisses down Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s slender back.

I unzipped her skirt, easing it down off her hips.

All she wore under it was a cream thong and her black hold up stockings.

Her rounded Musalmān buttocks were firm, creamy white against the rest of her.

I kissed each side of her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass gently, before easing her thong down.

I eased her stockings down as well, one at a time, leaving her naked.

Her moaning got louder as I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund between her pert Musalmān cheeks.

She pushed her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass out, exposing more of herself to me.

I teased her tight little hole with the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund, holding her hips and pulling her to me.

I stood up and led these two naked, gorgeous Musalmān women to the bed.

The contrast between them was amazing.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was more slender, darker.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was more rounded, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts and hips fuller but still wonderfully firm, both of them incredibly sexy.

Once by the bed, they both turned to me.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal kissed me.

Our kiss was soft and gentle to start with, growing quickly in passion as our tongues came into play.

We stopped kissing briefly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pulled my shirt over my head.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal immediately leant down, kissing and biting me.

Her hand reached for my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund through the thin material of my trousers, squeezing it.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal dropped to her knees in front of me, still looking up at me.

I sensed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kneeling down behind me.

Their hands pulled my trousers, dragging them and my underwear over my hips, down my thighs and off.

My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund sprung up, standing out rigid, pre cum dripping from the tip.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal gasped as it pointed at her, her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth automatically slipping over the tip, greedily sucking my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund head into her hungry extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Chapter 36

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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