Ahal-Al Bayt-11

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Chapter 11

One more obsession

Muħammad Rasūlullāh’s wife, Kħadījah Ummil-mominīn, was looking up at Durgesh half smiling…
“That was quick!”
Muħammad Rasūlullāh felt somewhat embarrassed.

They had been playing about in bed as married couples do who have been together for some years.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh had just rolled on top of Kħadījah Ummil-mominīn, with her encouragement, but as he entered her, Muħammad Rasūlullāh just exploded.

“So??”

“What??”

“Why??”

“Err… not sure.”

“Well, something must have set you off. That’s not happened in years. Come on… share it…”

“Not sure I can.”

“Why not?”

“I think you might be upset.”

“Try me. If it turns you on so much maybe we should explore it…”

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn had, by now, wriggled out from underneath Muħammad Rasūlullāh and was lying on her side still looking at Durgesh, her head propped up by her right hand.

Clearly, Muħammad Rasūlullāh was not going to get away…

“What was it?”

Nervously, hesitating again Muħammad Rasūlullāh looked at Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn who was starting to grin..

“Darling, are you all right? You look embarrassed.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh looked away and down as he felt Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn’s left hand encircle his penis which was starting to harden again..

“Allah! Something’s really exciting you. You’ve never got this hard again so quickly in years…”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh looked up again.

He was excited.

Now Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn was gently moving her hand up and down, feathering her fingers over Durgesh’s groin and balls.

Exquisite.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh took a deep breath.

“I was thinking about you and Durgesh.”

“Durgesh?”

“Yes. I found as you both were playing together with each other, talking about the evening, I had this mental picture of you and Durgesh …” Muħammad Rasūlullāh’s voice trailed off, “Actually, Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn, to be honest, I think you make a great lovely pair with Durgesh.”

“No.” Kħadījah Ummil-mominīn winked at Muħammad Rasūlullāh teasingly, “I wonder what’s happening to you Musalmeen!”

“What do you mean?” Muħammad Rasūlullāh was all-alert abruptly.

Kħadījah Ummil-mominīn laughed,

“Nowadays we Musalmān wives find you Musalmeen pairing us with our Hindu friends and even appreciating such pairs of ours with Hindus.”

“Afraid so. Yes. But what’s wrong with it? It’s the truth.”

Now Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn’s eyes were full of laughter, as was her voice.

“So you climaxed as you entered me thinking exactly what?”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh knew he was going red in the face.

“I imagined Durgesh was fucking you, Kħadījah Ummil-mominīn, instead of me.”

“Oh golly, that is nasty.”

“Sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry. It’s just somewhat surprising. What led you to that?”

“You really want to know?”

“Sure do. Anything that can bring you off that quickly is something I should know about.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh tried to put his hands round Kħadījah Ummil-mominīn to draw her in for a passionate kiss.

“No way. That can wait. I want to hear the story. You’ve never met Durgesh till now anyway.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh sighed.

“I think that is just the point. I had never met him, but I knew from our conversations over the years that Durgesh was your lover when you were at university. He sends an Eidul Fitr card each year and, I’m guessing as this I do not know for sure, one of the Valentine cards you get each year is definitely not from me…”

“You’re kidding?”

“No. You have always commented how did I manage to arrange to send them from so many different countries, how outrageous they were…I have denied sending them but you have never believed me.”

“Till now.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh could see that Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn was now thinking about this.

Her hand was just holding my cock that was firmly hard, gently throbbing.

“Go on.”

“I also know you get a letter in those Eidul Fitr cards. I suspect you sent at least one back.”

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn’s hand dropped from my cock.

“You know about those letters?”

“Not what’s in them but once a couple of years ago when you were ill and I was looking after the children the cards came in and I opened them.. including the one with the Indian postmark. There was a letter in it for you, marked “private” and because I was rushed off my feet with the twins, I just glanced at it. I thought very little of it then… but later it started me thinking..”

“Why?”

“I remember it started off “Dearest Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn ” and at the end number of ““kisses”“ had been added at the bottom. Then when I looked for it to give it to you I could only find the card.. I assumed I had lost the letter, but later after the next Valentine’s day card came in post marked Singapore it set me thinking. Singapore and India are very close..”

Now Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn was really concentrating on Muħammad Rasūlullāh.

“Then last Eidul Fitr you tell me he’s now got a girlfriend in Cornwall teaching practical mining engineering and that he’s suggested you meet up for dinner in London on his way through later on in the new year. Seems ok, but I start to wonder what you guys were like together, what you write to each other, and when I do it excites me.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh looked away somewhat shamefaced.

“Sorry but it does.”

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn’s arms were now round Muħammad Rasūlullāh and she was kissing him.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh was holding her also.

His penis was rock hard.

“Relax darling. It’s ok. You can tell me. Seems like you enjoy talking about it anyway…”

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn was now rubbing her body against his… and there was a solid bar in between..

“Then we meet Durgesh this evening and you clearly still do like him a lot. There was a sparkle in your eyes and you flirted a little with him.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh hesitated again..

“Go on. I want all of it. All your feelings..”

“There were a few moments tonight which made me squirm, my stomach ache, but excited me and all evening I kept of finding myself with an erection.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh stopped.

Surely, that was enough.

“Go on, you must tell me if it turns you so much.”

“I find it somewhat humiliating too.”

“But clearly that also turned you on tonight.”

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn was again playing with Muħammad Rasūlullāh’s erection and now also teasing his nipples with her other hand.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh just held her.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh could not concentrate on anything else.

“Did it?”

“What?”

“Turn you on.”

“Yes.”

“Allah! We are finding things out tonight…”

“Let’s hear the rest of the story then. What few moments??”

“When we arrived and I excused myself as I had to go to the bathroom. I was so screwed up with tension. Then when I returned you had already gone to the bar. As I walked in I could see you and a man, which turned out as I expected to be Durgesh, sitting side by side on stools chatting. You were flicking your hair and as I approached I could see the fun in your eyes.”

“That’s all it was Muħammad Rasūlullāh, just fun. I love you.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh could see Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn was concerned now.

Perhaps, she was realizing that this could turn quite serious.

“It’s ok Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn I know that. It’s just… I don’t know it turned me for some reason. Even more so, when I arrived and had to stand behind you both for a moment before you turned and introduced me. You never said he was that much larger than me or that he was so strong. He nearly broke my hand when we shook hands you know. It’s still tender.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh looked hard at Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn when he said this and she had the good grace to blush a little and look down.

“I did not wish you to be jealous…..I know Durgesh was a bit of a “hunk”… That’s why I went out with him at Uni. And it seems Durgesh still is…”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh jerked as Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn said this and clearly, she felt it through his penis.

“So you like that do you?”

“What?”

“Come on you know.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh tried to look away but the pillow and bed would not allow it.

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn‘s hand that had been playing with his nipples took his jaw in her hand and turned his face to her.

Leaning in she kissed him, gently at first, then with more force till her tongue was in his mouth, whirling around.

As we broke apart, a slightly serious look came over her.

“Imagine that was me and Durgesh.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh’s whole body shook and jerked and he felt as if he would climax again.

“Wow.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh felt worse, but, Allah, so excited.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh was sure he had never been harder.

“Go on.”

“Then there was no seat for me next to you so I had to take one next to Durgesh.”

“I know and I thought it was very nice of you to say to Durgesh that he should talk to me rather than try and lean back. Those stools were so tight into the bar.”

“True. But as Durgesh turned his back to me.. it was as if I was there on my own and you on a date with Durgesh. You know what the crazy thing was?”

“No.”

“It made me hot to think of you being on a date with Durgesh.”

“That is crazy.”

“I know and I am feeling guilty about it.”

“No need to. You were there. It wasn’t a date.”

“True but it felt like one…”

Anything else?”

“Actually yes. I found it excruciatingly when you guys stood up and when Durgesh took your arm and you both turned to me and you said to the barman, but also to me.. “I’m sure my husband will pay.” I could have died.”

“Well you didn’t.”

“No But I felt as if I could.”

“Dear dear Muħammad Rasūlullāh … how hard you are… there must have been something you liked about it…”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh was trapped.

“What were you feeling?”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh was almost stuttering now..

“1.. 1…found it one of the most stimulating moments of my life.”

“What me standing holding Durgesh’s arm and saying you would pay? You truly are starting to worry me…. But it must be true as you’re as hard as anything and leaking precum all over my hand.”

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn had looked down at Muħammad Rasūlullāh’s cock and was now looking up into his face.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh could only nod.

“This truly is a different night…”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh nodded.

It was all Muħammad Rasūlullāh could do.

“So…”

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn was prodding him again.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh had sort of gone into dreamland..

“When later after dinner we went to that club and you danced with Durgesh. Especially in that slow dance when he held you close and, although it was dark, I am sure I saw Durgesh’s hand slip down over your extremely gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bottom.. and… I am not sure, I probably imagined it, but I thought Durgesh might have given you quite a kiss on the mouth.”

As Muħammad Rasūlullāh said these words Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn blushed.

“So Durgesh kissed you playing with your bottom?”

“Yes. But Muħammad Rasūlullāh, we did so at our University days every now and then. It was nothing new for Durgesh and I.”

“Did you return the kiss?”

“Only a little… but if I had known how you feel maybe I should have given him a deeper one…”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh felt as if he would cum again on the spot.

He was trying to “fuck” the hand Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn was holding round his cock.

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn was now smiling at Muħammad Rasūlullāh in a mischievous way.

She knew.

“Who’s an excited little boy then??”

Little boy?????? With that, Muħammad Rasūlullāh came again all over her hand.

Damn!

“What did you do that for?”

“I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Well I’m not going to get fucked tonight am I?

Clearly, Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn was not happy.

“You should have been able to control yourself, you’ve never been able to get it up three times in a night even when we were on our honeymoon.”

“I normally can control myself as you know, but for whatever reason tonight I couldn’t.”

“Fat lot of use you are then.”

“Well maybe you can use your vibrator.”

“Looks like I will have to.”

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn turned away to her bedside table, opened the top drawer, and took out her vibrator.

It was something Muħammad Rasūlullāh had purchased some years ago, not much longer than his 6 inches and about as wide as he was.

They did not use it often in their play, although Muħammad Rasūlullāh did wonder why it was in the top drawer.

Normally it was in the second or third one down… As she rolled back towards him Muħammad Rasūlullāh wondered..

“Can I go down on you at the same time??”

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn looked steadily at him. Muħammad Rasūlullāh could not decide what she was thinking.

“Ok but be gentle and allow me space to dictate the speed..”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh smiled, it was one of the things he loved doing for Kħadījah Ummil-mominīn, although she seemed to prefer it when he fucked her.

Just as he was moving to go down to that musky aromatic heaven..

“Muħammad Rasūlullāh ..”

I looked up

“You see this??” she was holding up the vibrator.

“Yes.”

“While you down there here’s a thought for you.”

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn was grinning at Muħammad Rasūlullāh.. Her eyes glittering..

“Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock is definitely longer and wider than this…and I’ll be thinking of it..”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh felt nauseas.

His throat felt dry, his balls ached from coming twice so quickly, but he was hard again.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh looked down Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn was also looking and giggling.

“Seems like you like the idea… a lot…”

Down Muħammad Rasūlullāh went, to that hot, damp, actually very wet, area between Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn’s thighs.

He loved giving Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn pleasure this way.. moving his tongue from side to side on her clitoris while she fucked herself with the dildo.

It was heaven.

It did not take long for Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn to have a most explosive orgasm.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh went to move away and her legs twisted over and held him there.

It was difficult to take breath.

“No need to move yet. We can do that again shortly.”

And they did.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh found that he was hard.. .

He wanted to come AGAIN…

Muħammad Rasūlullāh went to mount Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn but she pushed him away.

“Enough.”

They rolled over somewhat apart and he started gently to play with himself thinking of all that they had done.

Magic.

Suddenly a hand landed on him and gave him a squeeze.

“Owe! That hurts.”

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn’s hand had landed on Muħammad Rasūlullāh’s right hand that he had been using which was still tender from the handshake that Muħammad Rasūlullāh had received from Durgesh.

“No more wanking. I cannot believe you want to come again. However, I want you raring to go tomorrow. The kids are still with your parents and we have all of tomorrow to ourselves. Think of something else. Count sheep or something.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh really had no choice and anyway he was actually fairly worn out with their activities anyway.

It did not take Muħammad Rasūlullāh long to drift off into a deep sleep.***

Morning broke and they both woke up together.

They kissed and there was a great feeling in the air.

It was as if they were on honeymoon again.

“How about we go for a drive, find a nice restaurant for an early dinner and then retire to bed?”

“Before we have even left it?”

“Yep. Because I’m in danger of wanting to jump on you..”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh was already hard and pressing up against Kħadījah Ummil-mominīn

“Typical.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh could hear the fun in Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn’s voice.

“But you’re right. Put that away and let’s get going. it seems a great idea. The day to ourselves. Know what the weather is going to be like?”

“Supposed to be hot again..”

As it turned out it was and Muħammad Rasūlullāh wondered if Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn used it to tease him.

She had on a fairly short skirt and a light blouse which soon draw Muħammad Rasūlullāh’s attention once they were in the car and driving out into the country.

They had a fun BMW Z4.

The top down.

The wind in their hair…

“Do I detect no bra?”

“Like it?”

“I want to stop now…”

“Oh no you don’t. Just concentrate on the driving..”

Not without difficulty, Muħammad Rasūlullāh thought… but he managed it.

Later on they found a nice pub come restaurant for an early dinner.

Some early punters were in, however, they managed to get a table.

It was a bit close to the bar, but not bad.

As they sat down Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn leaned in and whispered in Muħammad Rasūlullāh’s ear..

“Would you like me to undo an extra blouse button.”

“Absolutely.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh was grinning again.

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn had withdrawn her head from his ear to see his expression she moved to whisper again,

“Do remember others might see something.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh gulped and knew that he was straining to get hard.

Good thing he had fairly firm jeans on.. Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn was grinning.

“I thought you would like that idea.”

Half way through Muħammad Rasūlullāh suddenly realized that not only was he getting an eyeful of Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn’s charms.. when she leaned forward.. so too where the guys standing at the bar.

It was distinctly more crowded at the end where their table was.

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn seemed oblivious, but Muħammad Rasūlullāh realized that this was not the case, when, as they ended their meal, she scribbled a note on her paper napkin which she had not used. Folded it, then handed it to Muħammad Rasūlullāh as she got up.

“Just got to go to the ladies. See you shortly.”

Eyes at the bar, which was now quite crowded, followed her. I leant back in my chair and unfolded the napkin.

“Pay bill. Tell check shirt you need the little boys’ room. Ask him to tell me to meet you at car. Go to car. If I am not there in 20 minutes, come back in. Remember I love you. Kisses.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh sat there staring at the note.

He found again that he was glad.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh was wearing what he was.

The jeans were strong enough to hold his erection contained.

It felt strange to be restrained, but hot.

He knew he was already leaking pre-cum.

Could he do it?

What if he did not?

Muħammad Rasūlullāh could feel his pulse pounding… Something inside Muħammad Rasūlullāh said,

“Go for it.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh went up to the bar and paid.

Looked round.

“Check shirt” was one of those guys who make you feel quite inferior.

Tall, Well built, but not fat, interesting face.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh not seen him before and he realized why.

He had been standing slightly to one side and behind him chatting to a small group of guys.

Deep breath.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh went up to him.

“Excuse me.”

“Yes.”

“Sorry to disturb you, but I have just paid my bill and I need the little boys room rather urgently..”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh’s face felt hot.

He just knew he must be going red..

“So?”

A deep even voice, confident sounding of his own ability and strength.

“Err Well I need to go and Muħammad Rasūlullāh’s wife, Kħadījah Ummil-mominīn, is not yet back. Muħammad Rasūlullāh wondered if you could ask tell her when she gets back her to meet me at our car??”

“I can, but why don’t you just let her wait here??”

“No. Please just tell her.”

“All right, but if you ask me your lady is not one to tell. I think you might find she might like to have a drink with us.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh did not know what to say.

He tried to be cool, but he knew it sounded wrong.

“Guess they will have to see. I have to run.”

“You do that. Off to the little boys room…”

With that, he turned to the group and Muħammad Rasūlullāh went off.

He decided he would use the boys room anyway.

He wanted to “adjust” himself as the position of his cock trying to get hard was somewhat painful… It was as if Muħammad Rasūlullāh was in a chastity device.

As he thought about that, it felt as if his cock was going to burst.

He must be mad.

As Muħammad Rasūlullāh reached the mens’, he had to pass the ladies, and as he did so Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn came out.

She did not see Muħammad Rasūlullāh as he had just gone past and the movement of the closing door made him look back.

As she headed diagonally away from him, towards the bar, Muħammad Rasūlullāh could see that Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn had let her blond hair down and that she had put on more make up.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh hurried on.

Fortunately, there was a “stall” so Muħammad Rasūlullāh could not only take a pee but adjust himself.

As he did so he heard, a couple of guys come in.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh recognized the voices from the bar.

They were clearly standing at the urinals.

“You reckon Rājesh Rājpoot’s going to score?”

“How can he? Her husband must be close by.”

“Well she was none too pleased about being “told” to go to the car was she?”

“Nope.”

“What was it she said? Something like “If that little boy told me to wait by the car by himself he can think again.”

“Didn’t take long for Rājesh Rājpoot to offer her a drink.”

“And for her to accept.”

“Cracking tits. No bra.”

“Yep.”

“Reckon Rājesh Rājpoot cop a handful?”

“Good chance.”

“Come on let’s get back. Great view. Be fun to watch Rājesh Rājpoot in action.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh was sweating.

He waited a short while longer.

It seemed like ages.

Came out.

Washed up and tried to freshen up with some cold water on his face.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh held out his hands.

His whole body was shaking.

Gut wrenching.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh was so hard.

What to do?

Back to bar?

He checked his watch 10 minutes gone.

Another 10 to go.

It was only later Muħammad Rasūlullāh wondered why he had not just ignored Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn’s instructions and just gone back in.
No choice.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh went out to the car.

Slipping out the back entrance so he did not need to go back through the bar.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh sat in the car and time passed as slow as he had ever known.

Eventually 10 minutes elapsed.

He had hoped that Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn would have come out, but there was not sign.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh got out of the car.

Locked it.

Took some deep breaths to try and steady and slow his pumping heart and went back in.

The bar had been steadily filling up.

It was clearly popular.

The restaurant area was also doing good trade.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh got in, but found that he could not see Kħadījah Ummil-mominīn.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh?

Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn?

What the tragedy of these great names!

Neither of the couple deserved these great names.

Yet, neither of them agreed with me in the matter.

“What’s wrong with our names?” Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn retorted.

“Don’t you know?” I smiled at her.

“Nope!” Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn said to me curtly.

Muħammad Rasūlullāh was also watching me reproachfully.

“Not only Kħadījah—” I smiled, “Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn. Not only Muħammad—Muħammad Rasūlullāh.” I smiled sarcastically.

“I’m listening.” Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn said vigorously, “My Ammījān is named Ummil-Mominīn. She named me Kħadījah. Any problem?”

“Only this, why do you use your Ammī’s name with your own name?”

“I hate my Abbū, if it’s any of your business.” Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn said, “I’m a feminist, moreover.”

Muħammad Rasūlullāh smiled at me sarcastically,

“Similarly, my Abbū is named Rasūlullāh. He named me, Muħammad.”

“You don’t hate your Abbū.” I smiled sarcastically too, “You aren’t a feminist. So you use your Abbū’s name with your name!”

“Any problem?”

“You don’t deserve this great name.”

“Who is asking your opinion?”

“Muħammad, you don’t deserve even this greatest name in Årabic.”

“Tell it to my ignorant parents.”

“You shouldn’t use your Abbū’s name with your name.”

“Try to get such a legal instruction to us from a competent court. You are a great advocate. Aren’t you?” Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn winked at me, lewdly rather, deliberately.

It was so many years ago, when my daughter, Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn, played on a baseball team in little league.

I would take her to practice twice a week.

Her coach Durgesh was a handsome Hindu man who flirted with the beautiful Musalmān women excessively.

I am not a “hottie” but many people say I am attractive.

People have always told me I look like Katarina Kaif.

I am just a normal everyday wife and mother at thirty years of age.

I have an ok sex life with Kħātimul Rasal, my husband.

I have a few fantasies in which I use to “Get off” during our lovemaking.

Durgesh and I had become good friends.

He of course flirted with me too, as he did with others.

I would flirt back and make little comments that sometimes surprised me.

I found myself masturbating about an encounter with him.

I have never thought of actually cheating and thought I would not consider it, but it happened, nevertheless.

The park where my daughter, Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn, practiced was large and wooded around the parking areas.

It was on this particular evening that I crossed over; dabbling in something, I was not prepared for.

Durgesh’s other coaches were on the field handling everything when he approached me about helping him get some drinks out of his van.

“Hey Ummil-Mominīn, you pretty lady, how about helping me get some stuff out of the van?”

“Ok, big man, where are you parked?”

“In the back down there.” He pointed in the direction, which was in the back corner of the parking lot.

It was under some trees backed in, no other cars around his.

We had done this before so I did not have anything in mind other than getting refreshments.

We started strolling side by side towards his vehicle.

It was late in the evening and dusk had settled in.

He flirted heavily as we walked, “I feel like we’re teenagers going parking back here.” He laughed.

“Yeah, brings back memories doesn’t it.”

Smiling, he said,

“Well you never know what I might do to ya back here.”

I laughed,

“Oh are you promising me something?”

“Well, we’ll see if you can take it.”

“Oh I can take it.” I giggled like a schoolgirl.

We moved around to the back of the van, behind it was heavily wooded.

Durgesh opened up the doors.

I spotted the two-liter cokes inside.

I turned to look at him and he embraced me, kissing me full on the lips.

I was actually shocked but kissed him back.

It happened so fast.

Before I knew it, he had taken his Uncut Hindu Cock out and moved my hand to it.

Excitement swelled in my mind and body as my hand grasped at his girth.

I never held one that big, in fact I had only held two in my life.

I stroked it a few times until he sat inside the van with his legs out.

He had pulled his pants down over his hips.

I looked around not knowing what to do actually.

He pulled me down beside him and physically pulled my head to his lap.

My heart pounded as I stared at this humungous Uncut Hindu Cock.

My mouth instinctively opened as I moved it onto and over the large Uncut Hindu Head.

I started sucking him.

He felt enormous in my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

I worked my tongue over the head, twirling it around and then flicking the tip over the hole in his Uncut Hindu Cock.

I felt my lips stretching over his shaft.

I looked at his uncutness as I sucked him.

It thrilled me causing me to suck Durgesh more and more.

Allah!

I had gone mad thinking that the great Hindu legend Durgesh has himself offered me his legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.

Sorry, I doubt any sane Musalmān Beauty can leave such a golden chance.

My hand wrapped at the base as I started jacking him.

My strokes got faster and I bobbed my head up and down.

I heard my own sucking noises as my saliva built up on the large Uncut Hindu Head.

I moaned a little and my head bobbed up and down faster, my jerking got faster as if I was trying to make him cum.

Durgesh started bucking upwards and grunting.

I started to pull my Sunni Musalmān head up but Durgesh had grabbed my Sunni Musalmān head with his hands and Held me tightly on him.

Durgesh came inside my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

It felt weird, warm and gooey, I had never done that, didn’t intend to this time.

However, I went with it.

I swallowed most of it thinking I had to.

Even with this happening so fast, I knew we did not want any evidence.

I felt some running out of my mouth over my face and chin.

I lifted my Sunni Musalmān head from him.

“Wow, damn that was good.” Durgesh said.

“Allah, I can’t believe I just did that.” I said pleasantly surprised.

Durgesh handed me a towel and I wiped my mouth and face.

We heard a car slowly approaching looking for parking.

We scurried getting the cokes and cups.

We appeared from behind his van with arms full of refreshments for the boys.

This happened in about three minutes.

However, was probably the most exciting three minutes of my sexual life.

On the ride home, I squirmed in the seat.

I could feel how wet I was.

The minute I got home, I ran to the bathroom, locked the door and masturbated.

I was wetter and more swollen than I had ever been in my life.

I came with the most intense orgasm ever and have yet to top it.

I read the stories about Hindu men.

I know reality is they do not all have big Uncut Hindu Cocks.

Durgesh was extremely large.

I think that is why Durgesh was so confident in himself.

I am never ashamed of it.

I don’t know why that happened.

Maybe it was just so fast that I reacted irresponsibly.

I have never told anyone about the incident.

I have now all the intentions, in the world, of cheating again and never avoid Durgesh when I see him.

He caressed my gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks, smiling at me.

I grabbed his Uncut Hindu Lund smiling at him.

Allah, I was more eager to repeat it than even Durgesh was.

I do think about that day and think about what it would have been like for Durgesh to fuck me but that is only in my thoughts, till now.

I will certainly do that, whenever I get the first chance, because now I could not live without it myself.

I have had a hard enough time dealing with that.

I began to look for Durgesh at the ball fields and when I would see him, I would smile instead of avoiding him in which I had done for so long.

It wasn’t long before Durgesh was stopping and chatting with me.

I began to respond to his flirting by doing the same.

One evening Durgesh walked up to me sitting in the bleachers and said,

“We need to finish what we started.”

I grinned slyly at him,

“What did we start?”

Durgesh laughed,

” Ummil-Mominīn, you know what we started and I am ready to finish it.”

“Shhhh” I whispered to him because Durgesh spoke a little too loud.

Durgesh just grinned at me.

“So how did you plan on finishing it?” I asked him.

“I know a place we can go out by an artificial lake over across from that dairy farm in Makkah Mukarramah.”

“How far is that?”

“Its only about 15 miles, back on an old sand road in the woods, my Pitr’shrī owns that place out there.”

“So you think that is safe, are there people out there?” I asked him being skeptical.

“Nah, ain’t nobody there, come on you can follow me out there.”

“I can’t do that today anyway, I have to wait on Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn and carry her home.”

“What about tomorrow, can you get away then?”

“I have to get groceries tomorrow evening; I might meet you there and see what happens.”

“I tell you what, you meet me right there in the parking lot at six-thirty tomorrow evening and just follow me, it will only take us twenty minutes to get there.”

“Ok, but don’t just expect to do anything though ok?”

“That’s cool baby.” Durgesh said and winked at me.

I had kept a smile on my face the whole time.

That night it was all I could think about and didn’t know if I could really go through with it.

All I could think about was how Durgesh would feel inside of me.

The next evening came and I was filled with anticipation from thinking of what might happen all day.

“I am going to wal-mart to get groceries honey, is there anything you want.” I said to my husband as I walked through the living room.

“No I don’t want anything.” Kħātimul Rasal said as he turned back to the television.

I drove to the ball-field and there was Durgesh in the parking lot with his van running.

Durgesh spotted me and pulled out in front.

I followed him.

We drove for over fifteen minutes until Durgesh turned off the highway on a side road.

It was a few miles before Durgesh turned down another road that turned into sand.

We turned off again on another sand road that had a lot of pine straw on it as it got deeper in the woods and then there was a small clearing with a lake visible.

Durgesh pulled up close to the edge of the clearing that was close to the lake.

I pulled up beside him and we got out.

“So what do ya think about this place, secluded enough for you?”

“Yeah are you sure it’s ok?”

“Yeah, my Pitr’shrī owns this; I keep this spot up myself.”

Durgesh walked up to me placing his hands on my shoulders; Durgesh pushed me against my car and started kissing me.

I had butterflies in my stomach as I kissed him back.

His Hindu tongue probed the inside of my Sunni Musalmān mouth.

I sucked on it hungrily.

I put my arms around him; I could feel the muscles in his back.

Durgesh began to massage my buttocks, kneading them with his fingers.

“Come on, let’s get in the van.” Durgesh led me to the side door holding my hand.

I looked inside as Durgesh opened the door; I saw that Durgesh had a mattress with sheets and a blanket in the back.

The back seat of the van had been removed.

Durgesh helped me inside.

He followed and closed the door.

I sat with my legs to the side.

Durgesh began to kiss me again.

We were making out passionately as his hands had made their way to my breast.

My nipples had hardened between his fingers as Durgesh massaged them through my shirt.

Durgesh soon had unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my bra down over my breast and began kissing them.

The sensation of his Hindu lips rubbing across my nipple and his tongue circling them felt so good.

My hips rotated as Durgesh began rubbing between my legs.

I slowly spread wide them for him.

Durgesh removed my sandals and then began unbuttoning my jeans.

I fluttered as Durgesh unzipped them.

“Let’s get these off you.” Durgesh said in a soft masculine tone.

I lay back and raised my hips while Durgesh pulled them over my thighs to my ankles.

I pulled my feet from them exposing my tanned legs and white panties.

Durgesh removed his pants and then his underwear as his massive Uncut Hindu Cock flung free.

I stared at it remembering how it felt in my mouth.

My Heart began to race, my stomach fluttered as the thoughts of what was about to happen to me became real.

Durgesh lay beside me and began kissing me again moving to my nipples kissing.

His fingers now found the wetness between my legs.

Durgesh massaged me through my panties; my juices began to flow now.

Durgesh pulled my panties down, removing them.

I felt very nervous as his hand softly smoothed its way back up between my legs, rubbing the inside of my thigh on his way up.

His fingers massaged my Sunni Musalmān Clit as one of them probed the insides of me.

My mind raced, I could not believe I was going through with this but I could not help it.

I was entranced by Durgesh and had spent so many nights fantasizing of him and his Uncut Hindu Cock, my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy aching for his Uncut Hindu Lund.

This was it, I would go through with it, and I would give myself to Durgesh.

Forbidden fruit?

Hell, the Musalmān Beauties are enjoying it now very much, in fact obsessed with it.

Durgesh went to his knees.

He placed a pillow behind my Sunni Musalmān head and straddled my face lower his big Hindu nuts across my lips.

They felt soft and bulbous.

I opened my mouth and Durgesh dropped one of them inside.

I sucked it, tongued it.

The shaft of his Uncut Hindu Cock rubbed across my nose and forehead.

Durgesh then pulled his sack from my mouth and began rubbing the head of his Uncut Hindu Cock across my lips.

I instinctively opened my Sunni Musalmān mouth taking the Hindu head in and began to suck.

Durgesh grew even harder in my mouth as my tongue worked feverishly over the Hindu head.

I wrapped my hand around the thick shaft stroking him as I sucked.

I felt the legendary Hindu foreskin roll up in my Sunni Musalmān mouth.

It felt soft and velvety as I ran my tongue around it.

It was a strange sensation sucking the Hindu head with that amount of the legendary Hindu foreskin.

I had never had that much in my mouth, but I had only been with a couple of men in my life.

Durgesh started slowly to hump my mouth in a rhythmic fucking motion.

I felt my hips rotating and the swelling between my legs as Durgesh fucked my extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth.

I was so horny and my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy ached so badly that I arched my back and I raised my hips in the air.

I could not wait until Durgesh would take me, all of me.

Durgesh removed himself from my mouth and began to mount me.

He stared me in the eyes,

“You ready for this baby?”

“Yes.” I whispered as I spread my legs wider for his massive Hindu body.

Durgesh was on top of me now.

His hips helped to spread my legs.

Durgesh started rubbing his Uncut Hindu Cock up and down my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit.

I raised my hips to him letting him know he could take me now.

I felt the pressure of his thick Uncut Hindu Cock as Durgesh started to penetrate.

My hips began to squirm, and Durgesh pushed a little more opening me up.

I quivered all over, my stomach fluttered like it never had before.

I grew flush and started to pant.

My Sunni Musalmān head started to move from side to side as I felt his massive Hindu head started to split me open.

All of the sudden, it was like a wave swept over me; the head of his Uncut Hindu Cock ruptured my cunt.

My mouth opened wide as I gasped.

I threw my Sunni Musalmān head back.

“Ohhhhhhhh Allah,..Ohhh Allah,….Oh my Allah,.” I gasped and panted over and over.

My hands moved to his stomach holding him back. “Please go slow.” I panted.

“That’s it baby, relax. Take that Uncut Hindu Dick baby.”

Durgesh pulled back a little and then pushed back in.

I felt myself split open.

Durgesh worked his massive Uncut Hindu Cock slowly in me until Durgesh rested on top of me.

His massive Hindu arms slid under my back up to my shoulders gripping them as Durgesh pinned me down.

Durgesh then began to move in and out a little deeper with each thrust, only his hips moved.

I Held his ass now grasping and clinching at his buttocks as they moved up and down in a smooth rhythm.

I felt the Moment Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock reached deeper than I had been penetrated before.

The sensation and feeling is indescribable.

I panted as his hips began to thrust.

I tossed my Sunni Musalmān head from side to side.

I moaned and gasped in ecstasy.

I literally had a feeling of elation as I felt the thickness of his Uncut Hindu Cock inside the walls of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

The depths of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy opening up for the first time as the head of his Uncut Hindu Cock probed new territory.

My extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth locked on his kissing him, sucking his tongue in my mouth.

I was in a frenzy as I panted to him,

“Ohhhh Allah, you are sooo big ohhh Allah, I love it please fuck me Durgesh, fuck me. Oh Allah, you are soooo good.”

Durgesh became very excited and plunged down upon me with powerful thrusts not slowing, but in a perfect rhythm.

I felt the van rocking in time with his movements.

Durgesh looked me in the eyes and whispered,

“Ummil Mominīn, darling, You like that Uncut Hindu Dick baby?”

“Ohhhhhh Allah, Yesssssssss, I love it.” I then kissed his mouth again moaning and sucking his tongue as Durgesh gave me the most intense fuck I had ever had.

This was the largest man I ever had and felt a newness deep inside of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy that I didn’t know could be reached or would even have feeling.

Durgesh slammed into me, all of his Uncut Hindu Cock disappearing.

I felt the large head of his Uncut Hindu Cock deep, swelling, probing.

I had taken all of him.

A euphoric feeling swept through my Sunni Musalmān mind and body.

“You gone give me this Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy when I want it baby?”

“Yes oh yes oh yes Durgesh.”

“Tell me then, tell me you gone give it to me.”

“It’s yours when you want it, Oh Allah, Durgesh yes it’s your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy when you want it.” The things coming out of my mouth were unlike me, it was so out of character.

This was not me.

I couldn’t believe how Durgesh continued to pound me into the mattress, Durgesh didn’t let up.

I had never felt an Uncut Hindu Cock before pull my Sunni Musalmān Clit down with it.

My Sunni Musalmān Clit rubbed along the thick shaft on his downward plunge as the base of his Hindu shaft took it inside my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

It was only minutes before I began to buck.

My hips squirmed, bucking up to him.

“Oh Allah, Durgesh Oh Allah, fuck me fuck me OHHHHHH ALLAH, DDDDD Durgesh FUCK ME” I came violently.

I felt dizzy but his fucking continued.

His massive hnbody plowing into me until Durgesh started to grunt, “Oh fuck yeah baby oh fuck I’m gonna nut in you baby.”

I started French kissing Durgesh and held on for dear life as Durgesh slammed my hips into the mattress.

Durgesh pounded me violently just before he came.

I felt the head of his Uncut Hindu Cock unleash massive amounts of Hindu Vīrý deepest in me.

I didn’t realize it was possible to feel a man’s cum erupt inside of you so deepest.

But now I knew you could.

Durgesh fully penetrated me, stopped, and gave out a loud grunt and I felt him explode like it was coating my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womb with another Hindu load.

Five times Durgesh did this until Durgesh fell on top of me.

“Damn that was good baby.” Durgesh said.

“Yes I loved it.” I whispered.

Durgesh withdrew his Uncut Hindu Cock from me, I felt it when it flopped out, leaving me gaping open with some of his Hindu Vīrý running out.

I looked down and saw how gaped open I was.

My Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt was so swollen and the lips were laid out like I had never seen them.

It looked like a mess between my legs.

Reality hit me of what I had done and where I should be right now.

I quickly put my clothes on and got out of the van.

Durgesh walked me to my car and hugged me.

Durgesh kissed me on the mouth tonguing me.

I kissed him back.

“So we gone do this again right?” Durgesh asked.

“Yes. Yessss! Vallah! Yesssss! Whenever you damn please.” That was all I could say.

“I am gone want that Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy next week now.” Durgesh said with a grin on his face.

“It’s yours to take, you’ve ruined it now. It can’t enjoy now anyone except you. Now, I understand why my friends say: Once with Durgesh, all else is trash.” I giggled and got in the car.

I drove away speeding to get back to town.

I felt soaked between my legs.

I had only been gone forty-five minutes so I felt like I had time.

I got to wal-mart and rushed through buying groceries.

I never shopped that fast before.

I checked out, got in the car and saw that I had been gone the same as I usually was when grocery shopping.

I arrived home right at dark, got out and immediately felt a little soreness between my legs.

I felt like I was soaked.

My husband, Kħātimul Rasal, came out to help me get the groceries.

He kissed me and told me my daughter, Kħadījah Ummil-Mominīn, had called and then some small talk as we entered the house.

We finished getting it all in and Kħātimul Rasal sat back down to watch television.

I went to the bathroom to take a shower and I saw a wet spot had soaked through my jeans.

I was scared to death, removing them quickly.

My panties were completely soiled.

I took them off and the crotch was full of Hindu Vīrý.

I knew now why I felt it so deepest in me.

Durgesh must have erupted more cum than I had ever seen.

I put them in the basket, covering them with other clothes knowing I would wash everything tonight.

I was washing thoroughly in the shower; I opened my legs wider to wash and gobs of Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý dropping to the shower floor.

I washed between my legs over and over again.

It was much different this time.

I did not have any guilty feelings about what I had done, I don’t know why.

The first time with Durgesh I had done much less and felt enormous guilt but this time I gave myself to him, my womanhood and I did not feel guilty.

That night lying in bed, I reached down touching my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and I could feel how swollen it was.

My hips were a little sore from being slammed so hard.

I masturbated after my husband drifted off.

The thought of what Durgesh had done to me was overwhelming.

I knew I would give myself to Durgesh again, again and again, till I exist.

What I had been through that evening was truly unbelievable.

Yes, Once with Durgesh, all else is trash!

Chapter 12

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