Just Eighteen Just Adult:32

Just Eighteen Just Adult


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Chapter 32

Durgesh Ilāhī Dåūd

Durgesh Al Furqān Al Zahīr
Durgesh Āmnah Åbbās Naåīm

When Ilāhī Dåūd had gone back to England to attend the funeral, Ilāhī Dåūd was contacted by a barrister who was representing several families in a class action to sue the oil company.

In the meantime Ilāhī Dåūd had gathered up her belongings and moved back to the states.
Finally, as she was settling into her new home, only a few blocks from her Ammī’s house Ilāhī Dåūd found out she was pregnant.

“It’s ours,” Ilāhī Dåūd told me as we sat at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee.

“How do you know?” I asked her, smiling at her with love-filled eyes.

“I just do…and it’s a little boy…a brother for little Āmnah,” Ilāhī Dåūd went on.

“Oh, Ilāhī Dåūd,” I blubbered, struggling to my feet and shuffling over to where Ilāhī Dåūd sat.

Reaching down, I pulled her to her feet and wrapped my arms around her.

“I’ll take care of everything…I’ll take care of you…you and the babies,” I whispered into her ear, hugging her tightly, pulling her against me.

“Oh, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured softly, feeling my ripe Hindu hardness digging into her belly. “It’s hard. Don’t you ever get soft?”

“Just being around you makes me that way, Baby,” I muttered, stepping back a step and gently running my hand over her still flat belly. “I wonder if the little guy would mind if he had a visitor?”

“I think he would love for his father to visit him,” Ilāhī Dåūd smiled, running her hand down to the obvious Hindu bulge in the front of my pants.

We were in no hurry as My hand continued on down, then up under Ilāhī Dåūd’s short skirt.
While I was easing my hand down inside her panties, her fingers found the zipper tab on my fly and slowly dug it down. *

Quickly finding her wetness with my long, thick Uncut Hindu Lund, I eased it up inside the tight warmth of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot while her hand dug down inside my shorts.
Pulling roughly, Ilāhī Dåūd brought it out into the open as I gently worked my juice-slickened Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her tight extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“It always looks so impatient…and ready,” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured, slowly stroking her hand up and down the thick shaft of my twitching Uncut Hindu Lund. “He’s so hot and hard…”

“She’s so soft…soft and wet…” I huffed, easing my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

Pulling my hand out of her panties, I gently guided her over to the counter. Reaching down, I curled my hands around her waist and with a little grunt, lifted her up onto the tile surface.
My hands dove back under her dress and my fingers dug under the waistband of her panties.
Then, as Ilāhī Dåūd helpfully wriggled her Musalmān butt, I pulled them down her long, shapely legs.
Dropping her panties to the floor, I placed my confident Hindu hands between her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs and pushed them apart while Ilāhī Dåūd held her skirt up with one hand and spread the lips of her oozing extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with the other one.

“Perfect!” I murmured, stepping up between her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs and guiding the barbed head of my Uncut Hindu Lund up to the unfurled, pink rose.

Both of us stared down at her hairless extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as my big, thick Uncut Hindu Lund began to disappear down into the gaping Musalmān hole.

“It feels so juiced going inside me nice and slow like that,” Ilāhī Dåūd cooed, squeezing her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot down around the invading Hindu giant.

“You’re so hot and tight,” I grumbled, slowly feeding my Uncut Hindu Lund into her gluttonous extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot . “Hope the baby doesn’t stretch it all out of shape.”

“I’ll tell the doctor to make it nice and tight again,” Ilāhī Dåūd laughed, leaning back on her elbows to watch my face as I fucked her.

As Ilāhī Dåūd did it, I reached up and began to unbutton her blouse.
My Uncut Hindu Lund finally bottomed out inside her warm Musalmān moistness and I began to lazily stroke it in and out of Ilāhī Dåūd’s hot extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.*

My fingers tickled down the front of her blouse, opening each button with eager anticipation.
At last, still stroking my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her hungry extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , I smiled devilishly and spread open her blouse.
Looking down at her big Musalmān breasts, bobbing heavily inside the tight confines of her lacy brassiere, I reached down to the little pink bow that was nestled down in the cleavage of her bosom.
Pinching it between my fingers and thumb, I plucked the little clasp open, freeing her Musalmān tits.
When I did it, they flopped out into the open, heavily drooping to the side as they jiggled and bobbled every time I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund into her.

“Your breasts…your Musalmān breasts are so beautiful…” I murmured, lovingly running my hands over the dangling treasures as my hips began to jerk back and forth with more impetus.

“I wonder,” Ilāhī Dåūd laughed softly, kicking her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs out and wrapping them around my Hindu male waist, “how much bigger they’ll get with the baby?”

“I don’t see how they could get any bigger,” I grinned, wrapping my hands around the jiggling giants.

Squeezing and fondling them as they heavily flounced in my hands, I rubbed my thumbs back and forth across the big, bulging nipples.
I could feel them hardening and stiffening under my thumbs as I humped my Uncut Hindu Lund into the slurping Musalmān hole between Ilāhī Dåūd’s legs faster and faster.

Murmuring softly Ilāhī Dåūd locked her ankles together and dropped her heels down onto my waist as it sprang back and forth.
Kicking her heels into my waist Ilāhī Dåūd goaded me to fuck her harder and harder.
Ilāhī Dåūd couldn’t believe how much her life had changed since that fateful afternoon in the cabin.
What would Ilāhī Dåūd have done without me?
My loving attentiveness had brought her through all the pain and suffering of Åbbās Naåīm’s death, and now…now Ilāhī Dåūd could repay me.
Not only with love and affection, but we could share our love in such an intimate and personal way.
Now we were more than we were until now, we were sweethearts.
I had told her that her Ammī’s interest in sex had diminished over the past few years, but now with Ilāhī Dåūd in the picture, it seemed like we had it all.

I was panting, sweat running down my face, dripping down onto her shirt, but I continued to stroke my Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
Ilāhī Dåūd could feel herself slipping closer and closer to the edge of the fiery caldera of pleasure as I hammered away at her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My big Uncut Hindu Lund was so thick, it was pulling her tingling Musalmān clit down against it every time it slid down into the clinging tightness of her hot extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

“Yes, Durgesh, yesssss,” Ilāhī Dåūd hissed, like a cat in heat as Ilāhī Dåūd pounded her heels into my bounding hips.*

My fingers dug deeper into the quivering flesh of her Musalmān tits, my thumbs rubbing harder and harder.
Suddenly Ilāhī Dåūd found herself falling weightless as her whole Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body was consumed by a fiery blast of pleasure.
Digging her heels into my waist Ilāhī Dåūd held my giant Uncut Hindu Lund imprisoned inside the clutching heat of her tremendously striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as it spasmed and convulsed around it.
Ilāhī Dåūd was so deeply immersed in her own climax Ilāhī Dåūd was barely aware of my Hindu eruption as my Uncut Hindu Lund began to spew out its virulent load of thick, creamy Hindu semen into her hungry extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

“Eīshān! Oh…oh…God… Eīshān, God, oh God,” I groaned out, shoving my Uncut Hindu Lund down into Imploding extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as hard as I could while it bucked and spurted over and over again.

Feeling light-headed and giddy with joy Ilāhī Dåūd felt the waves of pleasure wash over her, making her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body twitch and lurch with wanton ashvinātam ecstasy.
I was hunched over her, my back arched like a bow as I strove to get my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper and deeper inside the clutching oven of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
I was pressing against her so hard, it was as if I were trying to force my whole Hindu male body down into the tiny sucking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hole.
And Ilāhī Dåūd was trying to help me, digging her heels into my waist harder and harder.

Then, as the jolts of pleasure began to weaken Ilāhī Dåūd felt her whole Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body softening, relaxing the tightly clenched muscles.
Her ankles unraveled and her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs lifelessly dropped down beside me.
Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, her excellent Musalmān breasts heaving up and down while Ilāhī Dåūd tried to catch her breath.
Ilāhī Dåūd could hear my sonorous gasps as I, too, fought to bring my breathing back under control.
I still held her quivering Musalmān breasts tightly clutched in my Hindu male hands, but my thumbs now rested motionless on her big, puffy nipples.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah, God…Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd gasped as Ilāhī Dåūd felt my big Uncut Hindu Lund backing down the cum-drenched channel of her overflowing extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Then with a loud, wet slurp, my Uncut Hindu Lund flopped out of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
As it did, a thick, ropy strand of juicy, white cum-juice dripped out of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Ilāhī Dåūd slowly raised herself back up to a sitting position as I staggered back to the table and flopped down into one of the chairs.
Staring down between her feet Ilāhī Dåūd saw a big puddle of thick juice on the floor.
Even though I was in my Sixties Ilāhī Dåūd surprisingly thought, I could still make cum by the gallons.

Ilāhī Dåūd was just about to start looking for a job when Ilāhī Dåūd was approached by the insurance company to see if Ilāhī Dåūd would be interested in an out of court settlement.
Ilāhī Dåūd decided to give them a listening and invited her lawyer to her house…

“Ten million…ten million, tax-free,” the lawyer said, sitting at the table with her, me, and a Notary Public I had brought with me.

“Ten…ten million…tax-free?” Ilāhī Dåūd gasped, unable to believe her ears, looking over at me in stunned shock. “Ten million!”

“Ten million.” I smiled.

“Yes, ten million, tax-free,” He told her again. “All you have to do is give us a few signatures, and this check is yours…”

With that, I shoved a sheaf of papers in front of her.
As Ilāhī Dåūd looked down Ilāhī Dåūd saw the certified check for ten million dollars sitting atop the stack of papers.
And it was made out to her…

Ilāhī Dåūd walked around in a daze for a week before it finally sank in that Ilāhī Dåūd was wealthy.
Beyond wealthy!
Ilāhī Dåūd was rich.

It was then that Ilāhī Dåūd bought a big house with acreage on the edge of town and invited both of us to move in with her.
It would be so much more convenient to have her family gathered around her Ilāhī Dåūd thought.

Giving her Ammī the option to continue working Ilāhī Dåūd told us that Ilāhī Dåūd would support her.
I graciously took her up on her offer, but her Ammī told Ilāhī Dåūd that she enjoyed her job and wanted to keep working.
So Ilāhī Dåūd gave her enough money to start her own little business and Ilāhī Dåūd was happy as a lark.
Of course, with her not around most of the time Ilāhī Dåūd and I would be free to continue our little ashvinātam affaire de la amour unabated…

Time passed.
Ilāhī Dåūd grew bigger and bigger, and everyone thought it was such a nice thing that Åbbās Naåīm had given her another baby for her to remember him by.
At last, a bouncing baby boy came into her life.
He had ten fingers, ten toes, a shock of black hair the very same color as mine, and seemed normal in all other aspects.
No one seemed to suspect a thing.

Ilāhī Dåūd and I continued to satisfy our sick cravings as Āmnah and Åbbās Naåīm, Jr., grew older.
I was as loving and doting as anyone could be, showering the children with attention, while Ilāhī Dåūd was the perfect Ammī.
Åbbās Naåīm J., as he came to be called, grew into a strapping young man with my looks and the many hours in the gym had filled him out perfectly.
Āmnah on the other hand had turned into a goddess, with looks that could bring a whole room to silence as she entered it.

As time had passed Ilāhī Dåūd had found herself being drawn closer and closer to the boy.
It was hardly strange Ilāhī Dåūd told herself.
He was the spitting image of me.
The love and intimacy Ilāhī Dåūd and I had shared over the years had completely dulled the ‘wrongness’ (?) of our relationship.
In fact, to her, it now seemed so natural and normal, it was nothing to be ashamed of.
Ilāhī Dåūd had shared her love with the Hindu man Ilāhī Dåūd most loved in the whole world, so what could be wrong with that?
So what if we were Hindu and Musalmān …we loved each other deeply and totally.

But as Āmnah grew older, I began to show an increased interest in her.
But who could blame me Ilāhī Dåūd sickly thought.
Āmnah had blossomed into a beautiful young Musalmān woman, almost overnight, it seemed.
My eyes seemed to follow Āmnah Åbbās Naåīm everywhere she went.
And it obviously hadn’t gone unnoticed by Āmnah Åbbās Naåīm, who had become a big flirt in front of me.
Anything Āmnah Åbbās Naåīm wanted, Āmnah Åbbās Naåīm had to do was come to me and it was hers.
Realizing where it was all probably headed Ilāhī Dåūd decided to bring it all out into the open and do it in such a way that there would be no shame and regret for the children.
Saturday was Āmnah Åbbās Naåīm’s eighteenth birthday and Ilāhī Dåūd had a plan…

Chapter 33
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