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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-49

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 49

Durgesh Al Qamar Al Islam

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Åzīm

I moved my free hand down to her hip and ass, groping us as my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, began to take off her tank top and bra.

She unclasped it and I gasped as her perfect tits erected against her body.

I cupped one in my hand and kneaded it some more, slightly pinching her nipple.

“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh darling!” she cried as she placed her hand on top of mine and continued to rub her breast.

With her free hand she grabbed my head and turned hers, pressing her lips hard into mine, still bouncing up and down on my Uncut Hindu Cock and grinding her beautiful Musalmān ass deep into my lap, allowing me to bottom out in her every time.

With this, I could no longer concentrate on the road perfectly.

I attempted to pull over to focus more on what I was doing.

I pulled to the side and turned the car off, unbuttoning my shirt in the process.

Now using both of my free hands I groped her tight, lithe young adult Musalmān body.

I kissed her neck as I continued to slam into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, fucking her like I’d never fucked anyone before recently.

I grabbed both of her perky breasts before deciding to change positions.

“What are you doing Durgesh darling?” she asked in between moans, feeling her father grab her by the hips.

I lifted her again, this time spinning her around in the limited space and grabbing her by the ass to place her back on my Hindu crotch.

I set her down once again on my huge Uncut Hindu Lund and slammed further into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot than it felt I had before.

“Allah, Durgesh darling! She screamed as she felt me bottom out in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Just eighteen Just Adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I ran my hands over her wide hips and grabbed her ass, this time leaning forward and taking one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

“Oh yes! Squeeze my Musalmān tits, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! I’m so close to cumming!” she yelled as I could tell she neared the edge.

I pressed my lips hard into hers and groped her gorgeous legs before feeling her start to orgasm on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

As she climaxed, her Musalmān Choot began to tighten on my gigantic Uncut Hindu Lund, squeezing me with her tight Musalmān Cunt.

“Oh yes, fuck your Musalmān friend’s slutty little teenage daughter, Durgesh darling! Fuck my tight little Musalmān Pussy!” she said right before she started to completely convulse on my body.

It went on neither of knew how long.

We both felt as it was to infinity.

Then ultimately I released my infinite control on my penis.

“Oh, Al Qamar Al Islam! Durgesh darling’s about to cum!” I said, as I could no longer handle her tightness. “Are you on the pill, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I asked, hoping I’d be able to cum in her Musalmān Pussy.

“No… Durgesh darling…” she squeaked out as she continued to ride her climax, I so close to cumming. “It’s okay, though, Durgesh darling! Just cum in your Al Qamar Al Islam’s Musalmān Pussy. Fill me up deepest with your utmost wanted Hindu sperm!” she screamed, continuing to move down on my cock.

“Eīshān! Oh God, Al Qamar Al Islam-girl!” I yelled as I was sent over the edge by her naughty words. “Your Durgesh darling’s about to cum!” With one last bounce, she sat hard on my Uncut Hindu Cock and kissed me deeply.

With this, I began to cum.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaah!” she yelled as she felt the first of my Hindu sperm splash her Musalmān Pussy walls. “Allah, you’re filling me up so much,” she moaned.

My Uncut Hindu Cock continued to unleash buckets of my Hindu semen deepest inside Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s fertile Musalmān womb.

“I love you, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I said as the last of my Hindu cum filled up Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“I love you too, Durgesh darling! And now understand completely why the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies I know and even my Musalmān lady friends are so crazy to fuck you always irrespective of days or nights. They say you are the best. And Wallāh, they are quite correct.” she yelped, finally feeling her orgasm subside!

She collapsed on my chest, her gorgeous tits pressing into my chest.

I ran my hand over the back of her legs and hips, squeezing her beautiful Musalmān ass one last time.

She sat up, feeling this, and lightly rubbed her breasts, still on my lap.

I grabbed her hips and lifted her petite body off mine and placed her on my console.

“Allah, Durgesh darling, that was amazing!!” she smiled, leaning against my chest and kissing me.

“I’ve never fucked such a sexy little thing before, recently.” I smiled, kissing her back and groping her breast roughly.

I looked over onto the floor and saw Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s shorts and panties on the carpet of the car.

Her panties were absolutely drenched in her juices, and her shorts were still slightly wet on the bottom from my pre-cum.

“Here you go, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I said, handing her shorts and panties. She inspected her panties and tossed them aside, deeming them too wet to wear.

She slipped her tight shorts over her wide hips and gorgeous legs, and bent over looking for her shirt.

I admired Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight, pantiless Musalmān ass as her puffy Musalmān Pussy showed through the thin yoga shorts.

I slapped her beautiful Musalmān ass just as she grabbed her shirt, hearing her yelp from the sudden sting.

As she put her tank top on, her hard nipples showing very obviously through the fabric without her bra, I started to wonder what would happen.

“Wait, so you’re not on the pill? What are we gonna do if something happens?” I asked, slightly concerned.

“If I happen to get pregnant, I guess I could always move back home with you, Durgesh darling. I could go to the college near our house. At least we have a backup plan!” She smiled again with her bubbly smile. “That would be okay, right Durgesh darling?” she said as she bit her lip and puffed her chest outward.

“Of course, Al Qamar Al Islam-girl.” I said, realizing I couldn’t say no to my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam,. “Whatever happens we’ll deal with it.” I put my shorts and shirt back on before getting ready to drive again.

“Hey, Durgesh darling?” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, asked shyly.

“Yes, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I said, turning toward her and starting the car again.

She leaned in close and grabbed my face, pulling my head in and pressing her lips against mine. “We still have 4 hours to go till we make it to my apartment, and now we’re a little off schedule. It will be too late to drive back today, do you wanna stay the night at the apartment?” she asked sheepishly.

“I’d love to, Al Qamar Al Islam.” I said as I began to pull back onto the road. “I’ll fuck my sexy little Al Qamar Al Islam all night and into the morning,” I said with a sly grin, putting my free arm around her waist and pulling her off the console into my lap.

She blushed a deep red and then leaned into my chest.

I kissed her on the lips as she whispered back,

“Oh, Durgesh darling, I love you! “She kissed me again and then lay against my chest, both of us looking forward to what was to come.*

As we asked truth or dare, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm immediately blurted out dare, not waiting for me to ask or respond.

“Okay. We dare you to get to second base. Make out with your husband and suck on his cock.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān answered, smiling.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s eyes went wide. “What is this, high school? Daring me to go to 2nd base?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, concerned.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm tried to hide it, but I immediately noted she was secretly happy.

Perhaps it was the reason she chose dare even without asking me.

“Yup. That’s your dare. Do it or not.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, speaking up and giggling a bit.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm leaned to my ear, whispering softly. “It’s fine Durgesh. Don’t give away and betray me, please. Don’t forget we are playing husband and wife. Moreover, being my father in law it’s your duty to protect me from everything against me.”

I started, to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s surprise.

“I know you really want that purse, this will only take a few minutes. It’s no big deal.” I said, getting braver.

She was still in shock, but spoke back.

“Yeah, but it’s inappropriate nevertheless. You’re my father in law!” she looked over at the prada bag, admiring it again. “I do really want that purse, though,” she added.

“Fine, but try to make it quick.” I said.

She’d drank far too much as is, and that allowed her to relax, perhaps too much.

“Okay, We’ll do it.” She said to the group, turning to me.

“Oooh, this should be fun!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān cooed.

Durgesh faced Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.

She brought her hand around my waist, pulling me closer to her.

I hesitated for a second, before Al Nādirah Al Åzīm took the initiative.

She planted her lips firmly to mine, hoping to get it over quick.

As our lips touched, her brief intentions scattered away. We both felt electricity as we kissed, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, drunk as she was, melted into my mouth.

As I kissed Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, I was overtaken in the lust of the Moment.

I placed one hand on Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s ass and leaned her on the floor, on her knees.

She pushed her tongue into my mouth, lightly teasing me.

She moaned into my mouth as my rough hands caressed her hard nipple, and she felt herself getting wet.

Ignoring everything, she placed her hands on the back of my head, and broke the kiss.
Then she moved her head down towards my Uncut Hindu Penis, admiring it from close.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm took my sixty seven years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I arched my back from the sudden wetness on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock, driving it further into her Musalmān mouth.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm sucked on my firm, sixty seven years old, utmost handsome Uncut Hindu Lund as it were an ice cream bar, flicking it nipple with her marvelous Musalmān tongue.

I slowly reached down to touch her burning Musalmān Pussy.

I lightly ran my finger over her slit, feeling the wetness through her panties.

“Allaaaaaaaah!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm gasped out, in a whisper.

She started to grind her pussy against my finger, when she was interrupted by the group.

“Holy nonsense you guys!” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, breaking the silence.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and I immediately realized where we were, groping each other in front of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s friends.

We had been too into it to even say anything before Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl had spoken up.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm withdrew her mouth from my Uncut Hindu Lund.

My Hindu shaft was now glistening from her saliva.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm got off me, looking up at the group.

Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl was bright red, even though she hadn’t even been the one doing anything.

I then eyed Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, realizing her hand was in between her legs.

Her Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy was puffier than before.

She had just been masturbating!

“Jeez, guys! Get a room!” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb now said out loud, chuckling.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm blushed deeper than she had before, embarrassed that she had been paying so little attention.

Her hands moved once again to her lap, covering the front of her panties.

She tried to hide it, but her panties were now absolutely soaked with her juices.

I had just been openly rubbing her wet Musalmān slit, and now she was hornier than ever.

Even more so, she was turned on by the fact we had done it while her friends watched.

The thought of being touched by me, the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies, in front of her unknowing friends drove her crazy.

“Well, now” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, removing her hand from between her legs and giving me a slight grin. “I guess you fulfilled your dare!”

It was then Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb and her husband’s turn.

They chose dare, opting to keep their last truth.

The women convened again, and once again chose something naughty.

“Give Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s husband, instead of your own husband, a striptease/lapdance, and make it good. You have strip all the way naked.”

“I don’t know about this, Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb.” Muħammad Saåīd, her husband, started, not wanting everyone to see his wife completely naked.

“It’s fine, baby. Don’t worry.” She said, reassuring him.

She led me to a chair and gave me a fantastic lap dance, slowly stripping away the slutty witch dress she had been wearing and sensually grinding herself in my lap.

She grabbed my hands and placed us on her body as she removed both her panties and bra, revealing her large, tanned breasts and huge beautiful Musalmān ass.

The men, including me, ogled Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb’s beautiful Musalmān body as she performed the dare, looking at me with lust in our eyes.

She finished the lap dance, staying naked, and sitting on the floor.

Her large, firm breasts sat out in the open as she once again faced everyone.

I stood up from the chair, a noticeable erection in my penis.

The women giggled at the sight, and then moved on to Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān and her husband’s turn.

This time, the women got bold.

I noticed them giggling abnormally, after Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān chose to do a dare once again.

They broke their huddle and gave the dare.

“Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, you have to suck on Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s husband’s Penis, my husband’s, as I myself did.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said with a sly grin.

“What?” she exclaimed. “Surely you can’t be fine with this, Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb? I think you want to suck his wonderful Penis.”

“I’m game,” she said, giggling. “I love someone as beautiful as you are sucking a wonderful Penis.” she said, eyeing Muħammad Saåīd.

Both of their husbands gulped, and I could tell they wanted to object but were too excited to pass up the opportunity.

“Fine.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, to my surprise.

I was shocked, but definitely looked forward to.

“You ready?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, nearing me.

“All yours!” I smiled boldly.

Taking command, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān pushed me onto my back.

Slowly, she put one of her legs in between mine and gently lowered her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth towards Uncut Hindu Prick.

I moaned slightly as Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān flicked Uncut Hindu Prick with her tongue before taking my entire sixty seven years old Uncut Hindu Cock into her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.

As Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān continued to suck on my Uncut Hindu Penis, she pinched her nipple with her other hand, causing herself to arch her back.
I gasped as Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s breasts fell into view.

They were breathtaking.

They were firm and perky, slightly bigger than Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s.

They jostled up and down with her every move, hypnotizing me.

My cock further hardened as she sucked me wonderfully nonstop.

The men’s jaws were still on us, stunned by what was happening.

As they tried to recover, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān changed the subject.

“Okay, Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl. It’s your guys’ turn now!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, her breathing still heavy from her arousal. “You only have dares left, right?”

“Oh, nuh uh.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, turning a shade of red I had never even seen before. “I’m not doing anything like that! I’m too embarrassed! We’re out!” she said, looking away.

Her husband looked relieved yet slightly disappointed that they wouldn’t be doing anything, but accepted the decision.

“You sure?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke in.

“Yeah. We’re gonna stay and watch still, of course.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl added.

“What a naughty slut!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, laughing.

“Whatever!” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, embarrassed. “It’s Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and Muħammad Raħmān’s turn now, right?” she added, referring to me as Muħammad Raħmān.

“I guess so,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, agreeing. “Truth or dare?”

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm turned to me, whispering to decide what we wanted to do. “I think we should do one more dare, before it gets too serious, so we can keep our truth for a last round if we need it. We’ll try to get us out after our turn with something crazy.”

I just nodded in agreement, too horny to really focus on anything.

“We choose dare again.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said.

“Okay,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, this time not even attempting to decide the dare with the rest of the group. “Give your husband a blow job again, right here in front of us.”

My jaw dropped.

I hadn’t expected it to ever go this far, and while my cock stirred at the thought of getting my cock sucked by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, I fully expected her to turn it down.

“You can’t be serious, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān! That’s too far. The other stuff was borderline already, but this is basically like having sex in front of you guys! You can’t expect us to accept that!”

“Well, that’s the dare, sweetie.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, teasing her. “If you want to win, that’s what you have to do.”

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looked to the other two women for support.

We had none.

“Sorry, babe, but no objections here.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said as she made eye contact with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. “This is too exciting!”

Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl was too embarrassed to even be talking about it to acknowledge Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looking at her.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm turned towards me, lost in thought. I, in the middle of this all, tried to discuss it with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.

“It’s fine, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm” I started, whispering to her as she drew closer. “This has gone far enough already. There’s no need to do the dare.”

“You’re right, dear. It’s fine.” She replied. I took a deep breath of relief. “Just let me do all the work.” She added.

My eyes shot wide as I felt Al Nādirah Al Åzīm grab my Uncut Hindu Prick.

She actually planned to give me a blowjob!

“Allah Allah! Holy nonsense, she’s gonna do it.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, her eyes glued to what was transpiring.

Slowly, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm unbuckled the fake utility belt I was wearing, and pulled down the bottom of my costume, revealing my boxers.

There was a large tent in my pants, with stains of precum all over the underwear.

I went to protest one last time as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm attempted to pull them down, but she gave me a threatening glare, causing me to back down.

I couldn’t believe Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was about to give me a blow job!

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm pulled down my boxers in one move, causing my large Uncut Hindu Cock to spring out.

I immediately became aware that everyone in the room could see my Hindu manhood.

The women gasped as it escaped my boxers, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, eyes wide, instinctively licked her lips.

“Holy nonsense, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb blurted out. “Allah, that thing is huge.”

“I can see why you married him, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said nonchalantly, in front of her own husband.

SI blatantly stared at my Uncut Hindu Cock, and I saw her subtly move her hand between her legs. “That thing’s like half as big as you!” she added, referencing Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s petite Musalmān body.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ignored them, focusing on the task at hand.

She’d never seen such a big cock in her life, and strangely felt proud that she had acquired such a thing.

At the same time, she felt herself get wet at the thought of tasting it.

Slowly, she brought her lips to my Hindu cockhead, and in one move engulfed the tip in her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I moaned as I felt Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth envelop my cock, her tongue swirling around its tip.

I watched as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm slowly moved her lips down the length of my Hindu shaft, attempting to take it all at once.

Unbeknownst to me, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was exceptionally gifted at giving head, and she also really liked doing it too.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to slide her luscious, red Musalmān lips down my massive Hindu girth.

She stopped, taking in as much as she could, and found herself unable to reach the bottom third of my Hindu manhood.

I moaned at the sight of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s gorgeous, soft Musalmān lips running over my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Seeing Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, dressed up with her Pocahontas headband and light facepaint, almost choking on my massive Uncut Hindu Cock made me harder than I’d ever been before recently, and I did everything I could to not cum right there.

Realizing she couldn’t reach the base of my cock, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm took her free hands and placed it around the base of my cock, using her other to cradle my large testicles.

As her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and through adjusted to my size, she began to pump the bottom part of my cock with her dainty hand, unable to even completely wrap her hand around it.

She worked my Uncut Hindu Cock with one hand, massaging my balls with the other as she slowly started to move her Musalmān lips up and down my Hindu shaft.

She began to pick up the pace as she got more and more used to my size, running her small mouth up and down the length of my enormous Hindu cock.

I watched in pure delight as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s lips bobbed up and down over my cock.

I noticed her big, perky Musalmān tits bouncing up and down each time she moved her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips down the length of my Uncut Hindu Lund and pumped her hand.

It was by far the best head I’d ever been given recently, and it drove me even crazier that I was being blown by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to move her ardent Musalmān lips up and down my enormous Hindu manhood, enjoying the taste of such a sixty seven years old, utmost experienced large Uncut Hindu Cock in her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She pumped my shaft over and over, feeling herself getting wetter as she pleasured me in front of her close friends.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue expertly worked my Hindu cockhead before Al Nādirah Al Åzīm felt me begin to tense up.

Realizing I was close to cumming, she picked up her pace even more, wrapping her ardent Musalmān lips tight around my massive Hindu girth and engulfing as much of my length as she could, to the point of almost choking.

I could no longer handle Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s expert work, and knew I was close to finishing.

“Holy nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm-” I started, cutting myself off, realizing I needed to call Al Nādirah Al Åzīm by her actual name. “Oh Fuck, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. I’m about to cum, babe!” I said, attempting to act like her husband.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to work in overdrive before I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck!” I moaned, feeling my balls tighten as I began to release inside Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth.

Ropes and ropes of my Hindu cum shot down Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s throat as I felt my balls empty into Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s mouth.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was expecting to swallow my cum, but she wasn’t prepared for how much I actually came.

What seemed like buckets of my Hindu cum shot out of my enormous Hindu cock, filling her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth to the brim.

She swallowed my load, but my Uncut Hindu Cock continued to pump out more of my potent seed.

Finally, I began to settle down as I pumped the last of my cum deep inside Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth.

I groaned at the sight of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm attempting to finish swallowing my Hindu load, a small amount of my cum dripping down her chin and landing on her perky breast.

As I finished, she continued to lick the head of my cock, cleaning it entirely of my cum.

She swallowed the rest of my load and slowly withdrew her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth from My cock.

She looked down at the cum that had fallen onto her breast before gathering it on her finger and licking it off.

I looked at gorgeous Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, her left breast and chin still dripping with my cum.

As I recovered, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looked up at me and smiled seductively, giving me a little shrug.

I pulled my boxers back up over my still hard Hindu cock.

Immediately, we both once again realized where we were: right in front of three other couples.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, attempting to tidy herself, took her nearby top and wiped the cum off her face and body.

She sat down on my lap and gave me a peck on the lips, shortly after having just had her own around my cock.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s panties were completely soaked at this point; she was as horny as she could ever remember, especially after performing such a naughty, taboo act in front of other people.

I could feel her wetness in my lap and knew Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was incredibly aroused.

“Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, that was hot.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl spoke, apparently too transfixed to be embarrassed further.

“We have to get out of here.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said suddenly, speaking to her husband Muħammad Saåīd.

She stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.

He had a noticeable erection.

“What are you doing, babe?” Muħammad Saåīd said, obviously confused.

“We have to go, now.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said, bringing her mouth close to his ear and whispering something.

His eyes went wide for a Moment as Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb cracked a smile.

She gathered the pieces of her costume and started putting them on, forgetting in the Moment about her bra and panties.

“Okay, guys. We’re leaving. Have fun!” she said, moving to the door.

Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl spoke up: “Wait! Don’t you want the purse?”

They opened the door, still continuing to leave. “No thanks, girls. You guys can keep it! Bye!” she said, smiling at us, as her husband pulled her out the door, slamming it in the process.

“Allah,” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, realizing what Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb went off to do.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke up now, speaking to Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. “Okay, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. I completed my dare. Now it’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

I looked at Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān as she snapped out of her silent haze.

I looked down between her legs and saw her finger firmly pleasuring her naked pussy.

She removed it as she realized what was happening.

“Such a little horny slut.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke up, teasing Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān as if she had been doing to us all night. So which is it gonna be?”

“Dare!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, blurting it out without speaking to her husband.

I briefly tried to protest before Al Nādirah Al Åzīm interrupted me.

“Okay,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said. “Let my husband fuck you in the ass.” She said, motioning towards me.

“What?” her husband shouted, speaking up for the first time since the game started.

He’d really only been watching until now.

“Okay, honey.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, getting up. She walked over to the nearby bed and laid herself over it, exposing both her tight Musalmān holes to the remaining members of the group. “Let’s go, my dear. Fuck my tight little Musalmān ass.” She said, about as nonchalantly as one possibly could.

Chapter 50

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1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 48

Durgesh Al Qamar Al Islam

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Åzīm

Al Qamar Al Islam looked out the windows and scanned the areas all around us. “Look, there’s no one even in sight! There’s no way you can get pulled over! I’m moving!” She said of her own accord, plopping on my lap.

“Eīshān, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I exclaimed at the sudden plop.

“Sorry, Durgesh darling!” she grinned as she looked up at me with her gorgeous blue Musalmān eyes. “But now I can definitely make it much farther!”

I couldn’t say no to her, and, after all, what did it matter to me?

She was incredibly light and if it made the journey easier, I guess it worked!

After about 20 minutes of us joking around, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, decided to reposition herself a little bit more so she wouldn’t get tired. “Sorry, Durgesh darling, just hang on a sec!” she said as she moved about, sliding closer towards me in the process.

It was at this point that I noticed Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight Musalmān ass start to push into my lap.

She was turned to the side, but her round ass pressed firmly into my leg and I naturally began to get aroused.

I wasn’t impotent after all that can control even now.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was supreme sensitive in this matter.

Moreover, I am never ashamed of it.

I’m proud of it, instead.

It Al Qamar Al Islam’s own decision.

I never proposed it to her.

Did I?

Then why should I be ashamed of something I wasn’t responsible for?

I watched her tight shorts ride up to the top of her smooth round Musalmān thighs and hug her wide hips as she continued to get comfortable.

We sat in the same position for a while longer before my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, got a little antsy from doing nothing.

“Hey, Durgesh darling?” She asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, Al Qamar Al Islam? What’s up?” I asked smiling, wondering what was up this time.

“You think I can steer for a little bit? I’m super bored! There’s still no one around us, and we’re just on a straight road!” she tried to reason before I could even try to object.

“How are you gonna even reach turned that way?” I asked, after all, she was still facing the passenger seat with her legs over the console.

“It’s fine! Look how roomy it is on the driver side” she said as she lifted herself and turned around, placing her legs between mine and clutching the wheel.

She slid further down into my leg as she basically sat three quarters of the way forward and right in my lap.

“Sorry, Al Qamar Al Islam, I’m not gonna let you steer. That’s too dangerous. Just make sure you’re still comfortable. We still have quite a while to go.”

“Aww,” she said, obviously disappointed. “It’s fine though, this is actually more comfortable than before.”

It was harder for me to focus on driving now, as Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s beautiful Musalmān ass was pressing hard into my Hindu crotch.

I, too, had worn comfortable clothes and because of it had only really thin shorts on.

She was sitting on part of my Uncut Hindu Cock as it began to come to life, still trapped under her tight Musalmān body.

I continued to drive in this uncomfortable position before the interstate suddenly got smaller and we drove onto an obviously less well kept part of it.

The road began to get very bumpy.

The car rattled as we drove over the uneven surface, and as the bumps got bigger my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, who didn’t have a seatbelt, started to bounce in the car.

She bounced on my lap, untrapping my hardness in the process.

My Uncut Hindu Cock sprung free and made a tent in my thin shorts.

She began to bounce up and down on my lap harder and harder as my Uncut Hindu Cock pressed into the tight shorts barely covering her beautiful Musalmān ass.

“What is that, Durgesh darling?” she asked as she felt my Hindu hardness touch her Musalmān ass.

“It’s nothing honey, just ignore it,” I said, not embarrassed even slightly.

Was I responsible for what was happening?

Al Qamar Al Islam was herself doing it.

And perhaps enjoying it as well, very much.

As my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, bounced from the unevenness of the road, I got a good view of her fantastic Musalmān tits moving up and down right in front of me.

I continued to harden as I stared at Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s breasts, still trying to navigate the road.

Thankfully, it was still straight.

My Uncut Hindu Cock continued to press into Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s gorgeous Musalmān ass as she tried to grab on to my leg to stay still.

Finally, her jostling started to pull down my shorts.

A huge bump caused her to slide down my lap again and bring my shorts with her, pulling them free from my upper lap.

My Hindu member escaped from its confines and pressed tighter into Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s beautiful young Musalmān body.

I was too crammed on the bumpy road to be able to do anything.

“Durgesh darling!” she yelped as my giant Uncut Hindu Cock ground into her through her shorts. “Oh fuck, is that your Uncut Hindu Cock?” she asked, startling me with her choice of words.

Just as she said that, the road resumed to its normal smoothness, leaving my exposed Uncut Hindu Cock trapped under Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s round Musalmān ass.

I realized this was way worse as my cockhead pressed hard into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy , oozing pre-cum and soaking the thin material of her shorts.

As I tried to move, still attempting to drive with this massive distraction, I accidently further pushed my Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s pussy lips.

“Oh fuck, Durgesh darling!” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, moaned.

With this, she began to move along my lap once again, grinding her round Musalmān ass into my Hindu lap.

“What are you doing, Al Qamar Al Islam? The road isn’t bumpy anymore!” I asked as she pleasured my Uncut Hindu Cock by pressing hard against me.

“Ugh, I’m so fucking horny now Durgesh darling! And your Uncut Hindu Cock is so fucking big!” she gasped in between her short breaths.

I was shocked at my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, behavior, yet I still had to drive.

Just as I began to say something, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, moved her hips up and attempted to do something.

“What’s up now?” I said, my Uncut Hindu Cock missing being pressed against her tight Musalmān ass.

She answered me with her actions.

As she moved her hips up, she slowly pulled down her tight yoga shorts and panties, revealing her nude Musalmān ass and pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.

She sat back down, this time her puffy Musalmān Cunt pressing right into my humungous Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Al Qamar Al Islam?” I said, questioningly.

“Allah Allah, God, Durgesh darling! I’m so fucking wet. I need you to fuck me right here. I can’t wait any longer. I haven’t gotten off in a week!” She looked into my eyes with her slight pout, begging me to continue with her.

Before I could react to her words and her admission of masturbation she grabbed one of my arms off the wheel and placed my hand on her firm breast.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned as I kneaded her breast in my hand.

“Do you like us, Durgesh darling?” she asked seductively, her hand reaching for my huge Uncut Hindu member.

“Your tits are fucking perfect, Al Qamar Al Islam” I maoned as she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock.

At this point, I could no longer wait.

I momentarily released the wheel, and lifted my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, up and placed her onto my enormous Hindu shaft.

“Allah Allah,, Durgesh darling!” she screamed as her Musalmān tightness attempted to envelop my Uncut Hindu Cock.

My girth was practically splitting her petite Musalmān Cunt in half. “Allah! Oh God, you’re filling me up so much. Your Uncut Hindu Cock is so fucking big, Durgesh darling! Ammījān is very lucky. I don’t believe she is really suffering from any disease. She needs your Sex Therapy not to cure her medically. She needs to be cured, I think, sexually rather.”

I groaned as my Hindu member slowly entered Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight Musalmān hole.

She had the tightest Musalmān pussy I’d ever felt recently and it was agonizingly pleasurable to feel my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, sliding down my Hindu manhood.

“Fuck me!” she screamed as I finally bottomed out into Al Qamar Al Islam.

She momentarily let herself completely adjust to my width before slowly moving up off my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Before she hit the end, she moved down again and began sliding up and down in my lap.

She picked up a pace and started bouncing harder and harder on my Uncut Hindu Cock.*

I was absolutely shocked, not realizing the game would be about anything sexual.

However, I immediately controlled myself from being uncomfortable.

Being uncomfortable never solved any problem of anyone anywhere.

On the contrary it made everyone ridiculous and always increased his/her problems.

I turned towards her, seeing her blush bright red.

She could afford her, never I.

I was her father in law after all, step or else.

Moreover, she had requested me to play her husband now.

“Why are you asking me that? I’m not gonna answer! That’s private!” she said, turning a bright shade of red.

“Come on, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! This is the game! You chose truth, now do you want to answer or not?”

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm gulped, looking once again at the bag.

Clearly, she still wanted it.

“We’ve fucked against the open window in the front of our house before. Also, we do it on the kitchen counter pretty often, of course while everyone else is away.” She said, to my complete amazement.

I was shocked.

Firstly, I was surprised she answered the question.

Secondly, I was amazed they had done anything so exhibitionist. I began to get aroused, picturing myself fucking her brains out on top of the kitchen counter.

I shook my head, trying to get the image out of my head, cursing myself for thinking about something so taboo.

“Wow, naughty!” one of the other sophisticated highly educated Musalmān houseladies spoke up. “I’m sure you two have a lot of fun!” she said, winking at me.

The rest of the round went by, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm now joining in on the little meetings, each couple choosing truth and being asked something of a similar sexual nature.

All four of the couples continued to drink while playing, and we had all gotten noticeable drunker as the turns went around.

Finally, it was our turn again, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and I talked for a bit before deciding which to choose: truth or dare.

“I don’t really want to hear you talk about that, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm” I said, frankly.

I was too aroused at all the talk of sex.

“I agree,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm started, “plus, we only have on truth left for the entire game. We should see what a dare is. If it’s just something like a peck, we can handle it.”

“We choose dare this time!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, firmly.

“Oooh,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, smiling mischievously.

The other couples convened again, this time really only the three women at all bothering to even lean in, before breaking once again.

“Okay. We dare you to take off your costume top and bottom, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.”

I was shocked once again.

Apparently we weren’t trying to do anything light at all; we were gunning for the win.

“What?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm quipped, blushing at the idea even being thrown out. “I can’t do that! I’m not even wearing a bra underneath my top!”

This immediately got my attention, as my eyes shot to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s perky Musalmān breasts.

I could clearly see her nipples poking through the fabric.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! You want the bag, don’t you? Do it, or forfeit.”

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm bit her lip, looking back and forth between the bag and I, deciding what to do.

Finally, she made her decision, blushing as she slowly untied her top, letting her perky Musalmān breasts fall against her chest.

I gasped as her breasts fell into view.

She got up, sliding her skirt down her waist, leaving her completely naked save for her tiny, lace panties and the face paint on her cheeks.

The men immediately stared at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s beautiful Musalmān tits, obviously enjoying the view.

I blatantly ogled Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s Musalmān breasts, now completely hard under my suit.

They were perfectly sized, big enough to be cupped but not too big for her frame.

She had cute, perky nipples that just begged to be squeezed.

My mouth watered at the thought of fucking Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s tight Musalmān ass from behind while I groped her tits.

I could only view her with lust now.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm sat down, blushing as she realized everyone was staring at her.

Her panties hardly covered her round Musalmān ass, and her legs and hips looked incredible as her scantily clad bottom pressed against the cold floor.

Without any clothes on, her nipples started to harden, chilled by the air.

“Okay,” she said, breaking the silence. “Who’s next?” she asked, placing her hands over the front of her panties, covering where her pussy would be.

“It’s our turn,” one of the other women spoke up, apparently named Al Shāziyah. “But Allah, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, your tits are so fucking perfect. It must be nice having big, perky ones like that.” She said, grabbing her own breasts, which were smaller somewhat.

Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb was an Iraqi woman with large breasts and gorgeous, sunkissed skin.

She had the Iraqi curves and wore a revealing witch costume.

The round continued, moving around to each couple.

Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, to my delight, had also been dared to take her costume off, revealing her tight Musalmān body.

Unlike Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, however, she was wearing a bra.

It barely covered her large, creamy breasts as she unzipped the top part of her suit, sliding it down to her waist.

“Do I have to take the whole thing off?” she asked, hesitant.

“You made up the rules, hon.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, frankly.

“Okay…” she said, slipping the rest of the skintight suit over her beautiful Iraqi Årab Musalmān ass and down her legs, stepping out of it.

As she rolled it down, I realized I had been right about her not wearing panties.

She was wearing nothing underneath, and as she took off her costume she exposed her naked Musalmān ass and lovely, shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy to the entire group.

I heard the other men gulp as she flashed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy to the other couples.

Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, while hesitant at first, didn’t seem to care that much about being naked.

She sat down and crossed her legs, My eyes following her puffy pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy all the way down.

I looked up, making eye contact with Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.

She winked at me, catching me staring at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy.

“Naughty much, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, going with no panties on?” the other woman spoke up. I had learned she was a petite Lebanese woman named Sabīħah.

She had big breasts, but wore a slutty outfit that complimented her white skin and showed off her legs.

She was wearing black thigh highs and the normal white apron that tied around her waist, showing off her figure.

She was definitely very cute.

“Says the girl in the slutty outfit?” she said, laughing.

“Yeah, but at least I’m not flashing everyone! Anyway, it’s our turn, we choose our last truth.”

The women asked another intimate question this time

and more interesting.

“Have you ever taken it up the ass?” they asked, giggling.

Sabīħah immediately blushed, looking away.

“Yes, I have. Honestly, it felt really good.”

“What?” the man behind her spoke up, probably her husband.

They both wore wedding rings.

“Sorry baby, it was before we met. He had a really big Uncut Hindu Cock and wanted to fuck my Lebanese Årab Musalmān ass for my birthday. I agreed.” She said back to him.

I chuckled to myself, amused at the fact they had probably been married for several years and yet they didn’t know that about each other.

“Maybe I’ll let you do it sometime.” Sabīħah added, kissing him.

After everyone finished going, it was Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s and my turn again.

Chapter 49

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 47

Durgesh Al Qamar Al Islam

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Åzīm

I haven’t gotten everything I needed yet!

I have a few more pieces of luggage that I absolutely can’t leave behind! Is there any more room?” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, yelled from the 2nd story of the house, obviously concerned. “I just need these two more things!” she tried to bargain, showing me two large bags probably filled with more clothes.

“Sorry honey, but if we put anything else into the car there’s gonna be no room for you to sit! The only thing left is the passenger seat. And those won’t fit between us on the console.” I said, looking at the car like a game of Tetris.

“What if I try to squeeze in between the seat and the console? It’s mostly flat, there’s nothing really in the way. Plus, it’s mostly a straight, long drive so it’s not like I absolutely need to be in the seat!” She said, still trying to come up with a way to bring all of her stuff.

“I don’t know, Al Qamar Al Islam, there really isn’t much room. You’d have to sit basically on the console the entire way. The front is roomy, but not THAT roomy.” I said, looking up at my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, in the window.

“It’s fine, Durgesh darling. I can handle that. It’s worth being able to bring all of my stuff.” She said, apparently resolute.

“It’s your call, darling. Just remember, it’s almost a seven hour drive.”

“That’s okay, Durgesh darling. I can make it. I’ll be down in a second! Thanks for helping me bring everything!” she called down to me, absolutely ecstatic she could bring everything to her new apartment. “I’m coming down now!”

I couldn’t help but be content seeing Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s smile.

She was an absolutely bubbly young girl and naturally I loved seeing her happy.

“Don’t forget to change into something comfortable, then. Once we start the drive you won’t be able to change!” I called up as my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, disappeared into the house.

“Okay, Durgesh darling!” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, shouted back from inside her room. “I’ll be right out after I change!”

As my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, ran down the stairs with the two new pieces of luggage I couldn’t help but admire the young woman she had turned into.

She had just turned 18 last month and she was an absolute stunner.

I looked at Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s petite Musalmān body as she bounced down the steps toward me.

She was a petite girl, but she played a lot of sports, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, and consequently was incredibly fit.

“Panjvaqtah Namāz, five times Salawāt is a complete exercise to keep a woman absolutely physically fit.” Her Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam always used to say and instruct her.

“And isn’t it good to keep fit our mankind too, Ammī?” Al Qamar Al Islam used to ask her Ammī teasingly.

“I don’t know,” her Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān, used to say scornfully, “Ask your ultramodern Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās. He thinks his Corporate Business needs as much of his attention as he doesn’t have optimum time enough for five times Salawāt even.”

“Abbū is a rotten liar,” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās commented curtly, “He avoids Salawāt as much as possible. His Corporate Business is actually an excuse only.”

“That’s why his body is going out of shape immensely.” Al Shams Al Islam said contemptuously, “Just look at him. He is turning into an elephant somewhat.”

“Abbū says five times Salawāt was possible when there wasn’t any Corporate Business Competition. Today, competition is so much as no sane businessman can afford five times Salawāt now.” Al Qamar Al Islam favored her Abbū, “We womankind must compensate for our mankind in this matter.”

“I said Abbū is a rotten liar.” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās repeated, “There are too many Musalmān ladies themselves very successful Businesswomen. They never zāyah, never miss, their any Salāt out of five times Salawāt. How they can manage it? And if our Businesswomen can do that, why can’t our businessmen too?”

Al Shams Al Islam smiled at her daughters sarcastically.

“Your fast elephantine Abbū thinks actually five times Salawāt is harmful to male sexual organ. It clinches it every time hindering its proper development. He says that’s why Hindus are better in sex than Musalmīn.”

“Nonsense.” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās blurted.

“Don’t tell me it. Tell your wise Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās.” Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān said tersely.

Al Qamar Al Islam had a shapely hourglass figure with sexy, wide hips and perky C cup breasts that bounced with her every step.

Her Just eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was incredibly round and tight and her gorgeous, tanned legs shined as she stepped out of the house.

I was never ashamed to do so but I couldn’t help but gawk at the beautiful, young thing standing before me.

She had come down in tight yoga shorts that hugged her incredible young Musalmān ass and a very thin, white tank top that showed off her perfect tits.

It was pretty hot.

Consequently, I didn’t want to say anything, but she was dressed pretty skimpily.

“I guess that’s what I get for telling her to dress comfortably.” I thought.

“Hey Durgesh darling, I’m ready!” she said, smiling up at me.

“Alright Al Qamar Al Islam, put the stuff in the seat and I’ll try to figure out how this whole thing will work.” I said, watching her move to the car.

“Alright!” she beamed, reaching into the car door and bending over to see how much space there was.

I ogled Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s scantily clad Musalmān ass as she looked around, giving me a great view of her tight Musalmān bottom.

She decided what to do and stuffed the two bags into the car barely managing to close the door before realizing she wasn’t in yet.

“Oops, Durgesh darling! Before you get in let me go in first so I can sit on the console!”

I stopped just as I entered the car and waited for my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, to come around and squeeze somewhere in the middle.

She jumped in the crammed car and sat on the relatively flat surface that the console provided.

“Okay, I think I’m ready to go!” she announced, apparently getting comfortable.

“I sure hope we don’t get spotted by a cop.” Durgesh thought. She didn’t have a seatbelt but he figured she’d be fine.

After all, they lived in a decently small town and the interstate was almost always pretty clear.

“Looks like we’re off!” I said as I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the highway. “Only 7 more hours to go!” I said as I playfully nudged my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam,. “You better be able to handle it!”

“Durgesh darling I’ll be fine! I don’t mind sitting here at all!” she said back to me, punching me in the arm.

We got on the freeway and began the long drive to her out of state college.

We drove for about 45 minutes before my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, started shifting around on the console.

We had gotten onto the freeway and were basically in the middle of nowhere by now.

I couldn’t even see another car ahead or behind us for at least half a mile.

I eyed her beautiful legs as she moved around trying to get comfortable.

“Something wrong, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I asked, obviously sarcastic.

“I didn’t realize how uncomfortable this thing would be! I don’t think I’m gonna last.” She said, giving up pretty easily.

“Well, there’s not much you can do! I told you it’d be hard!” I said, wondering what was going through her mind.

“I’m okay, Durgesh darling! Just let me sit on your knee! That’ll be much better, so I won’t have this thing sticking into my bottom.” She said, pointing towards the console handle.

“Uhh, I don’t know about that. What if a cop sees us? I’ll definitely get a ticket for you not having a seatbelt on. At least right now you sorta look like you’re in the seat!” I reasoned.*

Realizing I’d have no way to know in advance, I decided I’d find Al Nādirah Al Åzīm at the party and figure out what to do there.

I drove to the house and got out of the car, hearing the music blaring even from the outside.

I walked up the porch, opening the door and stepping inside.

I looked around as I entered; realizing I probably knew absolutely no one at the entire party.

The house was packed, and I could recognize anyone that was unmasked.

The other half of the people had some sort of mask on and I couldn’t tell who they were even if I did actually knew them.

I pushed through a crowd of people before spotting an incredibly hot woman walking towards me in a very revealing Pocahontas costume.

I looked the woman’s body up and down, enjoying the eye candy.

The costume hardly covered her up, revealing much of her toned legs and hugging her little frame perfectly.

It was a two-piece costume, and the top showed off her perky big breasts, emphasizing them with its tightness.

The bottom was a loose skirt with a slit in it, revealing most of her thighs and only covering up to just below her beautiful ass.

Finally, I looked up at her face to see who it was, and realized it was Al Nādirah Al Åzīm!

I was shocked at what she was wearing, and even more so that I had been checking her out, before I was interrupted as she eventually reached me.

“Hey father in law!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, reaching her arms over my neck and pulling my head down towards hers.

I Momentarily smelt alcohol and wondered what she was doing.

My question was soon answered.

She pressed her soft, full lips against mine, melting in my mouth.

She pushed her tongue inside my mouth, meeting mine, before I could fully react to what was happening.

I was making out with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm !

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to passionately press her lips to mine, before I broke the kiss abruptly, to her confusion.

“What the hell, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ?” I said, realizing she had no way of knowing Muħammad Raħmān wasn’t coming.

“What the fuck? Durgesh? Why didn’t you tell me it was you before we started kissing? Why the hell are you even here, and in your ever incompetent Musalmān stepson’s costume?” she asked, seemingly mad.

“Yār, he got called for a work thing. He told me to come here and make sure you wouldn’t leave on account of him. I wanted to enjoy myself. I was GOING to tell you before you started mauling me with your tongue! What was that about?” I asked, still surprised and, at this point, slightly aroused.

“Oh nonsense.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, realizing what she’d done. “Sorry about that, ‘Dad’(?). I didn’t know it was you. I’m gonna be honest, I’ve had a bit to drink.”

“I can tell.” I said bluntly.

“Anyway, Durgesh, you really shouldn’t be here. This is more of an adult party-” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was cut off by none other than her friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.

“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! I can see your husband, Muħammad Raħmān, has finally arrived. A little naughty to be kissing me like that in front of everyone!” she teased.

“Nonsense” I thought to myself.

She’d just seen Al Nādirah Al Åzīm kiss me and thought I was Muħammad Raħmān now.

I’d just planned on introducing myself.

I hadn’t thought that they might think I was Muħammad Raħmān.

“Uhh, yeah. Sorry about that. I guess I am a little naughty.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm blurted out, lying to save herself the embarrassment of revealing she’d just kissed her stepfather in law.

“Well, you two, come over here and get some drinks!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, turning around and motioning towards the bar.

I instinctively looked down at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s friend, who was, ironically, wearing a catwoman costume.

It was skintight and really put her amazing Musalmān ass and tits on display.

I could see no visible panty lines and assumed, then, she wasn’t wearing any.

I could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock start to stir in my pants, being tantalized by this view of her gorgeous Musalmān body.

She walked towards the bar, I staring at her beautiful Musalmān ass as her hips swayed back and forth.

“Durgesh!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said abruptly, snapping me out of my hypnosis.

“Nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm!” I said, remembering what had just happened. “What are we gonna do? They think I’m your husband, yār.”

“Well, I really don’t want to explain why I was kissing my own father in law like that, so I think you’re just gonna have to tough it out.” She explained.

“What do you mean?” I said, puzzled.

“Tonight you’re gonna have to act as your stepson, my husband. I don’t want them thinking I’m some weirdo for making out with my father in law, even if it was on accident. Don’t worry, we won’t have any more of that.”

“Fine,” I said, realizing that was probably the best option. “But I’m gonna go get a juice, then.”

“I’ll let you tonight, because of what’s happening, but you better not take even too much juice!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said.

I didn’t ask what the hell she meant.
“I should say the same to you!” I said, walking off in the direction of the bar.

I had a few juices, enjoying the party, all the while mostly staying with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.

They kept it clean and simple, dancing innocently, making sure to keep up appearances.

As they drank more and more, probably too much, I started to notice Al Nādirah Al Åzīm once again.

Her costume really didn’t leave much to the imagination.

It showed off her wide hips and basically half of her beautiful Musalmān ass, especially when she moved around a lot.

I tried not to stare, but as the night went on I became more and more transfixed by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s hot Musalmān body.

I caught myself several times ogling her tits and admiring her Musalmān ass when she turned around or bent over.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm could feel it too, as we could both sense a small amount of tension building up between us.

It was sexual tension, and it had started with the kiss.

We continued dancing throughout the night, getting closer to one another the more she drank.

Eventually, without realizing, I had gotten pretty brave with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. I placed my hands on either side of her hips as she turned away from me, dancing to the fast music.

She shook her hips to the beat, drawing closer and closer to me.

As the room got more crowded, she realized her gorgeous Musalmān ass was pressed against my Hindu crotch, and she was grinding it against me.

As Al Nādirah Al Åzīm accidently pressed her round Musalmān ass into my Hindu member, I began to get extremely aroused.

My Uncut Hindu Cock hardened as I ran my hands over the sides of her hips.

We lost ourselves in the haze before we were both tapped on the shoulder from the side.

“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, let’s go upstairs! I want to show you something!” It was Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān again, we noticed.

And she was motioning for them to follow her.

We stopped dancing and passed through the crowd towards the staircase.

Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān led us up.

We both were wondering what she wanted.

She led us into a room that had three other couples in it, all friends of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.

The three other couples sitting on the floor in a circle.

The men were all wearing some sort of masked costume.

Not that I’d recognize them if they weren’t, anyway.

The ladies sat next to us, each in a Halloween costume of their own, all three pretty scantily clad.

I couldn’t help but notice that all the women were incredibly hot, even for ladies in their mid to late 30s.

“Sorry for interrupting you guys” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān began, sitting down on the bed in the room, giving us a wink. “But I wanted to have a little private game with the 8 of us!”

“What’s that?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm asked, I hoping it was nothing too serious.

“Well, it’s couples truth or dare! A couple chooses truth or dare, and the other three groups choose one for us. We can either tell the truth or do the dare, or refuse and lose. Oh, and you only get to choose truth twice!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān explained.

“Okay, but what’s the point? If we don’t want to do it we just refuse and lose, who cares?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm asked, wondering why we would want to play in the first place.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, excitedly. “The winner gets this!” she said, pulling out a Prada bag from behind her. I didn’t really know if it was special, but it certainly looked well-made and very stylish.

The women, however, instantly lit up with excitement.

“Where did you get that?” They asked.

“Well, I work for a fashion magazine, as you all know, and I was gifted this by one of the designers. It’s a collection piece, so it’s pretty much priceless.. I thought I’d include it as the prize in our game to spice things up!”

I could tell by the way she looked at it that Al Nādirah Al Åzīm wanted the bag, and she wanted it really bad.

Ever since I could remember she was totally into accessories, and she loved to shop.

Evidently, it was also her favorite designer.

“So, what do you guys say?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, asking everyone.

Simultaneously, the other three women, including Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, said,

“We’re in!”

I looked at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, wondering what she was doing.

What had she gotten us into?

“What are you doing, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm?” I said, whispering to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.

“I really want that bag, plus this will probably be fun! Just relax and play along with me. I’m sure it won’t be anything too bad.”

“Okay, who wants to go first? How about you two?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, motion towards me and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm .

“Okay, I guess,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, cautiously. “I guess we’ll take truth, just to start it off.”

“Alright!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said excitedly. “Now let us come up with a question!” The three couples convened, the women giggling, the men obviously not that interested. We broke their huddle and Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān spoke again.

“Here’s your question. What’s the craziest place you two have had sex?” she said with a grin on her face.

Chapter 48

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 46

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar

Durgesh Al Asmā Al Salmān

Durgesh Al Qamar Al Islam

Durgesh Al Shams Al Islam

I went to inspect the costume I was to wear, seeing that it was only a

stupid batman thing with a mask.

“No problem, I guess.” I thought.
I got ready for the party, putting on my costume and seeing what it looked like in the mirror.

It fitted me barely.

I was a tad more muscular than Muħammad Raħmān was.

And it was pretty cheap.

Overall, it was a fun suit, but the mask covered most of my head save for my mouth and eyes.

You could hardly tell it was I.

I myself was a strapping ever young man.

I started for Stavans since my childhood.

I was muscular from keeping up with the Trishapt.
As I looked in the mirror, I briefly wondered what Al Nādirah Al Åzīm would be wearing.

Muħammad Raħmān had forgotten to tell me what costume she was going to be dressed in, and I thought I might be in trouble if she had a mask, like me.

I tried to ignore it, but it had not escaped my awareness that Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was incredibly hot for her age.

My friends always ribbed me about what a beautiful sophisticated young Musalmān lady she was, and even I had to admit she looked great.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was very petite, barely coming up to about 5’0″, but curvy in all the right ways.

She was already twenty-eight.

She had a pear shaped figure with incredibly wide, sexy hips.

She was a yoga instructor at a nearby studio, and as a result was incredibly lithe and fit.

She had small, perky B-cup breasts that perfectly complimented her tiny figure, but what really stood out was her incredible gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She had, even I could see, never ashamed to admit it as I was, an absolutely phenomenal ass.

It was perfectly round and bounced with her every step, making the most of her curvy, wide hips.

I’d often accidentally find myself staring at her tight Musalmān ass as she performed her morning yoga in the living room.

Even as a Bahū Bégum in late twenties, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was a perfectly knockout.

I couldn’t believe how Al Muħammad Al Raħmān was ready to share her sexually, and socially even, with me.

I could never even think of to share any of my wife with anyone.

If some of my wife were adamant to want me to share her with anyone, I would have advised her to divorce me immediately.

If she wouldn’t I would have compelled her either to divorce me or have me exclusively.

A wife is a life partner.

A life partner should have only one partner exclusively to establish a good, happy, nice, strong and perfectly progressive family.

Most of the Westerners never realized the pivotal importance of the family in human life.

They have destroyed it mostly knowingly and somewhat unknowingly.

Now almost everywhere failed and collapsed political and social system, Communism, had destroyed family everywhere deliberately as one of its integral movement.

It has done more harm than benefits to humankind.

It has destroyed family, and even massacred millions of corporate or potential corporate financial leaders, thinkers and businesspersons.

If these all would have been allowed to live, the financial progress of the entire humankind would certainly have been sky rocketing.

Unfortunately in its immensely inexperienced unwise enthusiasm the almost everywhere failed and collapsed political and social system, Communism, had destroyed it all, deliberately, with deliberate movements against entire progress of humankind in several important fields.*

I said as I tried to pack more of my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s, belongings into the car.

“Al Qamar Al Islam, we’re running out of space in here. I don’t think you’ll be able to take anything else, really.”
My friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, was moving away to college for the year.

She kept trying the car with all of her stuff because her apartment and school were in another state, so she wouldn’t be able to easily pick up anything she left behind.

Why she chose such a far school, especially when the closer one was the same price, I’d never know.

“What? Durgesh darling,” Al Qamar Al Islam always called me Durgesh darling, instead of uncle, Daddy, or Dad.”

“You aren’t my uncle only anymore.” Al Qamar Al Islam had always explained, “My entire Buās, Kħālās, Chacīs, Mumānīs are your live in relationship partners actually, true, nevertheless, you have sex with my Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam as well.”

“Then call me, ‘Daddy’” I smiled impishly.

Al Qamar Al Islam smiled too,

“You aren’t my Daddy exactly as well.”

“Oh,”

“You are only her Sex Therapist.”

“I’m your family Sex Therapist, idiot.” I laughed.

Al Qamar Al Islam winked at me,

“It means you would fuck me too, if needed?”

I watched her gravely.

“It’s a matter that should be decided by yourself, young lady, and by your parents, not by me.”

My voice was somewhat curt.

Yes, Al Qamar Al Islam was too beautiful to resist, nevertheless, there must be a limit of everything.

I was very pleased when Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān and my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās, her husband, decided not to inaugurate their daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam.

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ parents as well as Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān’s parents were very much displeased on it.

“Nonsense, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās,” his Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said curtly, “Allah Miyān have blessed you with multi millions. I myself was a millionaire. And by Allah’s fazlo Karam, by Allah’s immense grace, you have converted my million into multi millions. We aren’t poor enough that can’t afford Durgesh’s fee for inaugurating our daughters and granddaughters.”

“That isn’t the matter at all, Abbū.” Al Muħammad Al Åbbās smiled politely with all due respect to his learned successful father, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm.

“Then may I enquire what’s exactly the matter that you are leaving the medical problem of her cherry, and social problem of her mental development to lead a successful family life to an inexperienced unskilled Musalmān kid that would be called her husband?” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said furiously, “The idiot is bestowed with the moral and sharaåī rights of even to slap, beat and divorce my beloved innocent granddaughters and you want even to risk their health medically and socially only to provide that immensely inexperienced bastard with the virginity of my granddaughters. I say…”

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās raised his hand.

“Please let me explain, Abbū. I plead to you.”

“I don’t want to argue with you anymore.”

“Abbū, please,”

“You know what happened to your Ammī, Al Sādiyah Al Waħīd, when we were married?” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm’s fury was increasing more and more.

“Abbū, those were the days of entirely unjust, unwise, orthodox traditions. Sex Therapy wasn’t accepted in those foolish days of unscientific self respect and family respect. The premarital sex wasn’t even criticized for male members of the family while the same was even a perfect reason for Honor Killings for the female members of the same family. We have left those unscientific days now too far behind. And you are still talking of Ammī’s…”

“Yes. That’s right. I’m still talking of your Ammī’s uncontrolled continuous nonstop bleeding due to the immense ignorance and entire inexperience of both of us of sex.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm shouted, “We believed in the immense sanctity of virginity of the bride unless she isn’t married. We forgot if Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had insisted on it, he would never have married Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījatul Kubrā razī Allāhu tålā ånahā even. We are Musalmīn. Why the hell we don’t follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam intellectually?”

“Abbū,”

“Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never married with the pre-condition of virginity of the potential bride.”

“Abbū.”

“He sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Sawdah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Was she a virgin when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married her? Why the hell, the Muħsin-e-Insāniyat sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Sawdah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā while he could marry any virgin he sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam wanted to if the virginity of the bride was that necessary in Islam?”

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās didn’t say anything.

He listened to his great Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm, immensely respectfully with immense proud of him.

He wasn’t Al Muħammad Al Åzīm in his name only.

He was really Åzīm, really great, in his thinking and in his actions as well.

Only the one incidence of his life had changed Al Muħammad Al Åzīm entirely.

He loved Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ Ammī beyond credibility even.

She was suffering from continuous bleeding for a long time, despite the continuous medical treatment of her.

Al Muħammad Al Åzīm was crazy to save her life.

He wasn’t millionaire then.

The necessity of enormous money to save his innocent wife’s life compelled Al Muħammad Al Åzīm to work crazily day and night to extend his otherwise normal business.

It didn’t only save his wife’s life.

It made him a millionaire as well.*

After Al Jalāl Al Islam recovered ultimately, her husband, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm, faced an absolutely different problem.

He couldn’t start his normal life with his otherwise extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Jalāl Al Islam.

She was too afraid of sex to let him even put his hand sexually on her body.

“Allah,” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm couldn’t raise his head from sajdah after completing his Salaāt-e-Shukr, “What the hell have I done in my utter ignorance and entire inexperience. I can’t see her in this way. My Master, Allah, Rabbil Åālmīn. Forgive me for every sin I’ve done either knowingly or unknowingly. I promise you I won’t touch her ever if you don’t want to let me touch her. Yet, please return her to her normal life.”

Closing the door of my library, I watched Al Muħammad Al Åzīm respectfully.

“Yes, uncle, you were very impatient to meet me. Here I am. What can I do for you? You never needed to come here. If you have only called me I would have been glad to serve you being myself present there immediately.”

Al Muħammad Al Åzīm’s eyes were filled with tears of immense remorse.

“First of all, I want your forgiveness, my son. Please, forgive me.”

“Uncle, you never need to degrade yourself in front of your children. I’m sorry about that incident.”

“You don’t need to. You never need to. Al Fātimah Al Åzīm herself raped you virtually. She has convinced me now. You were never responsible even slightly. I misbehaved with you immensely. Al Fātimah Al Åzīm is my youngest sister and I caught you with her red handed.”

“It’s alright uncle, I understand.”

“You were in missionary position with Al Fātimah Al Åzīm. You both were nude. Your pe..penis was visiting her va..vagina vehemently passionately. You were on top of her between her Just eighteen Just Adult legs. I couldn’t control myself.”

“It’s alright.”

“You Hindus don’t have any issue with premarital sex but we Musalmīn believe it’s a gunāh-e-åzīm, a great sin.”

“I know uncle.” I tried to smile, “My Ammī Ħazrat is your own cousin. You know she is herself an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lady. I understand what Islam is and what not. I am both Hindu and Musalmān simultaneously. My father is a Hindu but my mother is a Muslim.”

“I know that. I know that.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm had to exert immense effort to keep himself calm and under control.

He wasn’t used to it.

It was 1970 A.D.

Bhārtīý Jantā Party was not the world’s single largest political Party those days.

Indira Gandhi was Prime Minister of India and V. V. Giri was the President.

It was quite unimaginable then the Indian National Congress would downfall sometimes to the forty four MPs and Rahul Gandhi, Sonia Gandhi, Manishankar Iyer and Salman Khurshid would be so desperate, with entire Indian National Congress even, that they would commit anti National political activities even shamelessly.

Al Muħammad Al Zāfar was one of the AlMaghazoobi

ålayhim azzvāllīn suffering under Innallāh lā yahdī

alqawmalfāsiqīn.

As most of the other Musalmīn, he too thought Indian National Congress was really supporting Musalmīn and RSS and Bhārtīý Jantā Party, then Bhārtīý Jansangh, dissolved in 1977, were anti Musalmīn.

He couldn’t even imagine Indian National Congress was using Musalmīn only as a Vote Bank.

“I know you know that.” I smiled politely and respectfully, “I am not telling you that. I’m only reminding you that I can’t do anything to harm you and your family members. We aren’t two separate families altogether. We are family members.”

“Thanks for still accepting me one of the family members.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said gratefully, “I’ve done something very wrong to you. That’s why I hesitate asking you to do something for me only you can do. I need your favor.”

“I see.”

“Would you be generous enough that…”

Al Fātimah Al Åzīm suddenly entered there.

“Abbū, you haven’t any right…”

I raised my hand.

“Al Fātimah Al Åzīm, please. You left your Abbū’s house and came here to me. I tried to explain you my best why it wasn’t a good move. You rejected my advice. You refused to return to your Abbū’s home. It’s all right. It’s your decision. You are adult now. I can’t compel you to follow what I advise. Nevertheless, you please understand, he is my maternal uncle after all, even if you don’t want to respect him as your elder brother. Please, no bad manners.”

Al Muħammad Al Åzīm smiled ironically.

“It’s all right, Durgesh. Let her tell me whatsoever she wants to.”

“You don’t deserve any favor from Durgesh.” Al Fātimah Al Åzīm said curtly, “I won’t let him to be as generous as you want him to be.”

“Are you Durgesh’s one more wife now, Al Fātimah Al Åzīm?” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm asked gravely.

“That’s none of your business. You have ordered me to leave your home. I have followed your order. You have told me we are dead to each other. That’s okay with me. Now it isn’t anything for your concern at all what I do and what I don’t.”

“That was my tremendous mistake, Al Fātimah Al Åzīm,” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said, “I was furious at that time. What I said in my blind fury then doesn’t mean a single damn thing. Forget that and you may return to your home whenever you want to, even if you don’t want to accompany me right now.”

“Thank you very much. I don’t need anything from you now. You said we are dead to each other. Let’s remain so.”

“Māmūjān,” I tried to mediate between them, “she is as furious now as you were then. You said what you told then in your blind fury doesn’t mean any single damn thing. The same principle is applicable here too. Forgive her please. In her blind fury now she too doesn’t understand what she is saying.”

“Nonsense.” Al Fātimah Al Åzīm said, “I am not in any blind fury. I have taken now this decision with my mind quite cold and calm. I would never return there. And, Durgesh, you don’t worry as well. I am myself a millionaire. My maternal grandmother has gifted me enough money to take care of myself. There is even a group of industries that, she has gifted to me. I would never be any financial burden on you. As far as our adult life is concerned, well, I never intend to release you from my clutches. I don’t want to act as a bitch. Not to you. Never. But if you compel me, I can’t help it. I don’t believe in any damn traditional values. But you are my dream man, and I would never let you leave me. I love that great Uncut Hindu Penis of yours between my perfectly adult, Just eighteen Just Adult, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.”

I smiled.

“Okay, extremely beautiful bitch, you are most welcome in my adult life.”

Al Muħammad Al Åzīm tried to say something but he changed his mind understanding the inappropriateness of the situation.

He turned to me.

“Durgesh, I still need a favor from you only you can do to me, none else.”*

I smiled at Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar.

“As soon as the car stops, open the door, grab your gown and wrap it around yourself. I’ll yank up my shorts, and then pick you up and carry you to bed…”

Saåīdah Zāfar interrupted me,

“No Durgesh, you need to take care of Ammī.”

“Let me finish.” I interrupted her. “Telling your Ammī you fell asleep. Once we get to your room, I can put you down and go take a quick shower before joining your Ammī in bed. Okay?”

“Allah Allah. Thank God we’re home.” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān announced turning into our driveway and hitting the opener.

We drove into the garage, and as soon as the car stopped my door was thrown open, Saåīdah Zāfar jumped out and grabbed her gown off the floorboards.

She quickly wrapped herself in it as I yanked up my shorts.

Jumping out of the car, I swept her up into my arms, and called out.

“Bhābhījān, Saåīdah Zāfar’s asleep, I’ m going to put her to bed. Then I need a shower. I’m sweaty from the ride. I’ll meet you in bed. Okay, mérī Jān? ”

I hurried into the house before My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, could ask any questions.

Practically running through the darkened house I prayed that I wouldn’t trip on anything as I ran up the stairs and down the hall.

Safely making it to Saåīdah Zāfar’s bedroom, she reached down and opened the door.

I stepped over the threshold, neither of us missing the symbolism.

Before I could put her down, she was kissing me and pulling me to her.

Her hungry beautiful Musalmān eyes begged me to stay, but now it was my turn to be the strong one.

“I so want to, Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar,” I said to her unspoken request, “and one night soon I will. But for now we can’t.”

I said it putting her down on her bed.

She pouted and opened her dress so I could get a good long look at her beautiful young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Leaning down I kissed her beautiful red crimson Musalmān lips and rubbed her clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Tearing myself away, I stood up and turned to the door.

“Durgesh, before you leave…”

I turned back to her.

She dropped to her knees and pulled down my shorts exposing my hard Uncut Hindu Dick again.

And taking it in her mouth, she started to rub her pretty Musalmān Cunt as she sucked me to full hardness.

Pulling her head away, she looked at me in the eyes,

“Go make Ammī as happy as you made me, and one day we can all make each other happy.”

I nodded and smiled, taking one last long hard look at Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar.

Then I pulled up my shorts and I left her room.

As I shut the door, I heard a slight buzz, and she moaned,

“Ohh Durgesh, fuck my Musalmān Cunt, while Ammī sits on my face.”

I paused willing myself not to look back.

I pulled the door closed and headed into the master bath.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, hadn’t made it to our room yet, so I stripped off my clothes and threw them in the hamper.

I turned on the water to very hot, and began to scrub all traces of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter from my body.

I took extra care to wash my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls making sure no trace of her, or my earlier orgasm remained.

I dried myself off and wrapping a towel around my waist, I walked into the bedroom where my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was standing in the heels and hose she wore to the wedding, but the rest of her outfit was like nothing I had seen before.

I didn’t even have words to describe it except what I said to her.

“HOLY! GREAT! HELL! YOU LOOK AMAZING!”

She smiled and did a pirouette.

“Do you like it?” she asked innocently batting her eyelashes at me as I just stared and drooled at her.

It was white, and looked very bridal.

“Ůzrah showed it to me in a catalog and told me it was what she was wearing under her wedding dress, and would be wearing tonight when she and her Hindu husband …” That was the last word spoken as I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed burying my face into her exposed and freshly waxed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“There’s your welcome material.” She said.

Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān was moaning and bucking her hips as I drove my lips.

All too soon, she moaned,

“Fuck me now or lose me forever,” and I goosed her perfect gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It was a game we had played every time, we made love.

The first time we made love was in a movie theater.

We were watching Top Gun, and when I slid into her, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān said,

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.” Since that night, she always repeated that line when she wanted my Uncut Hindu Dick inside her.

I pulled my face away from her, causing her to shudder in pleasure.

I climbed up her nude beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

She smiled at me and said,

“Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Zāfar got called out of town on business on our wedding night. Since you are my favorite man in the whole wide world, I decided to spend my wedding night with you.”

I shuddered at how much her voice sounded like Ůzrah’s.

I didn’t respond for caution my voice would betray my thoughts.

She whispered in my ear,

“I won’t be mad but I always wondered…did you ever fuck Ůzrah? I believe she won’t let you not to.”

My Uncut Hindu Cock grew as she said that in my ear, and I drove it home.

“Allah! OH God, Durgesh. You’re so big…bigger than Al Muħammad Al Zāfar. It feels so good, Durgesh.”

I began to furiously thrust into Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān picturing Ůzrah wearing the exact same lingerie My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was wearing.

Just then, I realized what a grand Bhogchakr I had.

I had an 18 year old daughter of my friend Al Muħammad Al Zāfar who wanted to sleep with me, and is willing to share me with her gorgeous Ammī, and his second daughter too that just might join in the fun.

I savagely fucked Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān roughly squeezing her beautiful Musalmān tits.

Sweat was dripping off my body and each time a drop landed on her body she convulsed in pleasure.

After a long session, my balls were boiling and my Uncut Hindu Dick was tensing up in preparation to blast my Hindu cum deep into My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy once again.

I grunted.

“I’m about to blow…”

“You are always welcome, Durgesh. I’m even ready to have your baby always. Al Muħammad Al Zāfar would never mind.”

My senses went onto overload.

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Musalmān slit deeper and aimed at her inside bottom penetrating her womb even.

The first blast came a fraction of a second later, and to me it sounded like a howitzer, as each blast exploded from my Uncut Hindu Dick and found its target.

Each time my Hindu cum struck into her womb she moaned in desire as it was hammering into her cunt simultaneously.

The fourth blast was the last one and it hit her as her orgasm over took her body and sent her into full body convulsions.

She gasped and moaned and I let the last of my cum spill from my cock into her hot Musalmān womb.

I fell on her listening to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, as her orgasm ended.

I just lay there breathing trying to control of my body, listening to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, panting form her own explosion.

I pulled myself up using the bed and sit on it.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, lay there looking so sexy in her lingerie, with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy covered with my Hindu cum, and a sheen of sweat covering her skin, I couldn’t resist.

I picked up my cell phone and took several dozen pictures of her.

I even took some extreme close up video of her body starting from her cute toes and working up to her still wet Musalmān pussy and then on to each breast, and I continued up to her face.

Putting my phone down, I took her hand in mine and just held it waiting until she was ready to speak.

“Allah, God, that was intense.”

She sighed as she tried to sit up.

I helped her up and handed her several tissues from the nightstand to wipe her face off with.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at me without taking the tissues from me.

“Honey, I need to know, did you ever fuck my daughter?”

Not wanting to lie, I looked her square in the eye and said “The last time I saw Ůzrah naked was when she was 6 and I was giving her a bath while you were out of town, when she had that broken arm. We never did anything like that.”

Nodding she accepted my answer, not thinking to ask about Saåīdah Zāfar, and I exhaled in relief.

“She would you know. She told me more than once, the reason she married her husband, is because he is too a Hindu. She has a bit of an Electra Complex.”

My Uncut Hindu Dick tried to stir, but my balls sent in a rain check since they were totally drained of cum.

My Uncut Hindu Dick said what the hell and started to grow anyway.

“I know how you feel about her, hell the whole family does and we all know she wants you and you want her. When she gets home, you have my permission to make love to her.”

I stood there in shock.

Was my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, actually suggesting I sleep with her married daughter?

I couldn’t help but wonder.

“Umm I take you up on that very generous offer. Thank you very much.
Bit I reminded myself that I had fucked her youngest daughter less than an hour ago, and she didn’t know it.

I decided this was not the time to confess to her, but to reassure her I wasn’t mad and to plant the idea that maybe it was okay with me if she decided to be more than an Ammī to our four boys.

I leaned close to her.
Her eyes met mine and we kissed.

It wasn’t a passionate kiss but it was powerful and brought us emotionally closer than we ever had been before.

We stared at each other silently for over an hour, just holding hands and enjoying.

As the sun was rising, she stood up and went into the bathroom to wash.

I laid down naked in our bed, and soon Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān joined me wearing nothing but a smile.

She was lying on her side facing at me.

I slid up against her, and reached over her body gently holding her breast.

She moaned in pleasure.

I moved my hips against her and she spread her legs.

My hard Uncut Hindu Cock easily found her wet Musalmān hole and we slowly and gently made love.

No words were exchanged, this was not for pleasure this was the joining of two people into one.

It was the most intense experience I had ever had with her recently.

After what seemed like a week of long slow strokes into my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s pussy, my Uncut Hindu Dick finally convinced my balls to send a rush order of Hindu cum and once again I emptied myself into a warm wet Musalmān pussy.

As my seed filled her, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, moaned and grasped the hand holding her breast pushing it into the soft flesh, whispering, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” I replied as we lay there joined together, never wanting to pull apart.

As she drifted off to sleep, I said, “Ħamīd the bellboy was right.” as we lay in bed together, glowing from our lovemaking. “Saåīdah Zāfar and I did grow a lot closer during the car ride. I think we’ll be spending a lot of time together from now on.”

Glad to hear it dear.” she murmured sleepily as I lightly caress her naked breast.

Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān drifted off to sleep, and I lay there wondering what life was going to be like from now on, wondering how to get Ůzrah to go for a road trip on my lap.

Maybe with her real Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Zāfar, driving this time.

Chapter 47

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 45

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar

Durgesh Al Asmā Al Salmān

It was too wonderful to stop.

Saåīdah Zāfar dropped her gown, and pulled it closed hiding me from view.

Knowing My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was only a few feet away from me, while I was hidden under My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s silk gown, pounding vehemently her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with my utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, in public, was probably the single most erotic experience anyone has ever had.

“Are you okay, Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar? You seem flushed. Why are you breathing so hard? Where’s our family Sex Therapist Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh?” she asked Saåīdah Zāfar as I tried to move as little as possible while continuing to fuck her.

“Durgesh is doing his duty. Ammījān.” Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar smiled bravely.

Wow!

Sālī Just eighteen Just Adult.

What a brave girl.

I never knew she was so cunning.

She was tricking her own ever cunning Ammī, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.

She was fucking me right under her nose.

In front of her Ammī’s own very eyes.

Yet, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān didn’t know.

“What do you mean?” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān asked somewhat angrily.

“Durgesh is doing Sex Therapy.”

“What?”

“A wife needed him. He is coming soon.”

“A wife?”

“tortured sexually by her inconsiderate Musalmān husband.”

“Every Musalmān husband is inconsiderate. You don’t need to add the adjective ‘Musalmān’.”

Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar had wrapped her nude beautiful Musalmān legs around my nude Hindu waist tightly so that I couldn’t move it up and down.

My sixty seven years old Uncut Hindu Lund was entirely buried now into Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar’s Just eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Yet, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān didn’t know it.

She couldn’t see what was happening under the gown of her Just eighteen Just Adult daughter.

“We were walking over by the woods and a skunk started to chase us. We had to run our asses off to avoid getting sprayed.” Saåīdah Zāfar said between gasps as I throbbed my immense experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān Choot without movement my waist.

She constricted her vaginal muscles gratefully around my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I heard her saying,

“Ammī, umm my…my legs are a bit un…unsteady. C…c…can you go get me a co…coke. I need th…th..th…the sugar aaaaa…nd the caffeine.”

“Sure honey.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said, heading to the vending machines around the corner.

Once my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked away, Saåīdah Zāfar whispered “Hurry Durgesh, I’m so close to cumming. I can’t wait. Finish me off. Fuck my pussy and fill it with your Hindu cum my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

“Sālī Badmåsh, you misled my Bhābhījān.” I smiled fucking her vehemently.

“You fuck your Bhābhījāns. Wow.”

“They aren’t my real Bhābhījāns.” I told her.

“Nevertheless, they are your friends’ wives.”

“They pay me monthly heavy amounts in fee to take care of their beautiful Musalmān wives sexually. Your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Zāfar too isn’t any different.”

I started to fuck my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter as hard as I could.

With one of my hands, I reached behind her, found her other crack, and began to explore this new area until I found what I was looking for.

Simultaneously fucking her hard and I started playing with her beautiful gorgeous Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān buttocks.

She gasped and her body went rigid.

A second later, I rewarded her with a flood of my Hindu cream as her legs began to shake.

She grabbed my waist and mashed it against her sexpot.

Her Musalmān Cunt swallowed every drop it could and kept my Hindu nectar in the reservoir between her beautiful smooth Musalmān thighs.

Suddenly we heard my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, returning, so I stood up and marched around the corner out of sight.

I went into the mens’ room and looked at my Uncut Hindu Cock in the mirror.

It was covered in wonderful smelling teen Musalmān pussy cream, made all the better because I got it fresh from my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter.

I reluctantly washed it to hide the evidence of my infidelity from my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.

Returning to the car, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and daughter were nowhere to be found.

I opened the passenger door and sat down to wait for them, wondering what they were doing.

Several minutes later, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, showed up at the car sans daughter.

“Where’s Saåīdah Zāfar?” I ask concerned.

“She went to the bathroom.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said coldly.

“Something wrong?” I asked worried that My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter confessed what we did to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and she was processing it.*

I didn’t have anything going on.

I assumed I’d be able to get a look at Nādirah Åzīm’s friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān in her skimpy Halloween outfit.

I figured, why not?

“Sure, yār. It’s not as if I’m doing anything tonight, and I don’t want Nādirah Åzīm to miss out on something she’s been waiting for. Do I need a costume or something, though?” I asked.

“Uh, yeah, Dad. Just wear the one I got. I haven’t even worn it yet, and we’re similar builds so it shouldn’t matter. Thanks for doing this for me. Your temporary Bahū Bégum cum ultimate Musalmān wife will really appreciate it.”
“We don’t have any extramarital affair.” I said curtly, “Yes, Farīdah Imām etcetera are countless my Musalmān stepdaughters in law are my wives now. Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean my every Musalmān stepdaughter in law has extramarital affair with me.”

Al Muħammad Al Raħmān smiled ironically.

“I haven’t any objection at all even if your temporary Bahū Bégum cum ultimate Musalmān wife declares her live in relationship with you publicly. Everyone already believes in your extramarital affairs with your entire temporary Bahū Bégum cum ultimate Musalmān wives. No need to hide it from me.”

“Al Muħammad Al Raħmān, you…”

“Dad, will you do this favor to your Musalmān stepson or not?”

I smiled curtly.

“Okay. No problem. When am I supposed to be there?”
“Try to get there by six. I have to leave real soon, so I’ll leave the rest to you. Here’s the address. Have fun!” Al Muħammad Al Raħmān said, picking up my coat and briefcase, handing me the address before heading out the door.*

Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān turned and looked at me “How could you leave my daughter all alone after that experience?” she sounded annoyed.

I was confused for a second, then I remembered the cover story Saåīdah Zāfar used.

“She said she was fine and Pepe Le Peu scared the bejesus out of me. If I hadn’t run to the bathroom, my clothes would be unwearable.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

I was saved from answering when Saåīdah Zāfar walked around the corner.

I swung my legs into the car and My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, held Saåīdah Zāfar’s hand as she climbed in.

Saåīdah Zāfar sat on my left leg, with her legs over my right leg sitting almost sideways.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked around the car and started it.

“Wait, I left my soda on the roof”, Saåīdah Zāfar yelled, and jumped out of the car, before I could close the door.

I watched as she winked at me, put a single finger against her full pouty lips, and began to quickly strip out of her gown.

I was puzzled when she stood there naked for several seconds letting me look at her extremely beautiful Just eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, not as my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, but as a desirable Musalmān woman I have fucked and still was going to fuck, and fuck soon.

Saåīdah Zāfar sat in the same position as before and I could see everything.

Her pussy was completely clean shaven and her lips were engorged and shiny from her earlier orgasm.

Her nipples were painfully erect and were ripe for being kissed.

Once she was in position, she draped the gown over us like a blanket, hiding anything we were doing from prying eyes, if there were any.

As soon as we were back on the interstate, her hand pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick out of my shorts and began to stroke it.

I leaned in and kissed her again as my hands began to freely explore her now entirely naked young Musalmān body.

We kissed, as my hands got intimately familiar with the flesh of her stomach and breasts.

My other hand was fondling her pussy that was still saturated in her Musalmān girl cream and my Hindu semen.

She broke the kiss and put her head on my shoulder, just as she did when she was a little girl.

The mock innocence of the gesture and the taboo nature of our behavior was a huge turn on.

Saåīdah Zāfar whispered to me.

“Take your shorts off Durgesh, I want the Uncut Hindu Cock that made me a woman from a girl to fill me again forever.”

I had to bite my tongue hard to stop myself from cumming when I heard those words and her warm breath on my ear. She lifted herself off me, and I lifted myself off the seat so we worked together to slide my shorts down my legs freeing my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls for her.

She pulled the dress aside and took a good look at my Uncut Hindu Dick.

She gasped and whispered in my ear,

“Durgesh, it’s so big. I’ve never had before anything that big in my teenage Musalmān Cunt. I don’t know if it will fit again, but I wanna try.”

Before she could shift positions, I took advantage of the Moment.

Bringing my hand down, I captured her nipple and squeezed it.

She gasped in delight, as I squeezed it hard.

My another hand found her other breast which was still covered.

I began to pinch and yank on her nipple.

I could tell she loved it by the sounds she was making and the way her cream was gushing out of her body.

Her words didn’t register right away because I was preoccupied with not blasting my cum from job I was getting, not to mention enjoying the sensation of one nipple in my one hand, one in another, and my Uncut Hindu Cock playing with her sticky sweet Musalmān hole.

When her words penetrated the fog of lust shrouding my brain, I swelled with pride.

I knew I was unusually large.

What man doesn’t want to be told he has the biggest Uncut Hindu Dick his partner has ever seen.

Releasing her nipple from my hand, she carefully lifted herself off my leg and pushed my legs together.

She put one leg on each side of mine and grabbing my Uncut Hindu Cock, she slowly lowered herself towards it.

I was fighting not to cum too soon.

I didn’t want to explode before I had time to really enjoy her teenage Musalmān pussy to the extent she wanted.

As her extremely beautiful Just eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body descended toward my Uncut Hindu shaft, Star Trek popped into my head.

As Family friend and my friend’s daughter we were about to break the final frontier again, now forever.

Then I felt it.

Her pussy had made contact again.

She paused and took a deep breath.

My head was twisted at a weird angle so I could watch my Uncut Hindu Cock enter My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter again, now forever as she declared.

She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Dick more firmly, and began to lower herself.

I gasped as I was enveloped in her velvety warm wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit.

She paused and lifted herself up a bit leaving only the head inside her.

With a loud sigh, she lowered herself taking my entire Uncut Hindu shaft.

My hands gripped the tops of her thighs, holding her in place.

“Don’t move unless you want this to end real quickly,” I breathe into her ear.

I lay my head back against the headrest and breathe deeply trying reducing my balls from boiling to simmer.

I began to mentally review client data from work to take my mind off the unbelievable ashvinātam pleasure coursing through my body.

After several minutes, I had myself somewhat under control and released Saåīdah Zāfar’s thighs.

My hands slid up her body to her breasts which I began to squeeze and rub, whispering in her ear,

“Go ahead baby; fuck your Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā Durgesh. Ride Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock until he fills his friend’s little Musalmān girl’s Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt with the same cream that gave life to everyone.”

Saåīdah Zāfar shuddered in a mini orgasm at my words.

She began to rotate her hips on my Uncut Hindu Dick as she surrendered to the passion that consumed us both.

I thrust into her, my movements limited by her weight on top of me, but any movement increased the pleasure I was feeling.

Saåīdah Zāfar began to match my powerful Hindu thrusts as we sped down the highway.

“Hey, you guys want a bite to eat? There’s a 24 hour drive thru at the next exit.”

“I could go for a nice big, hot, thick, juicy, wiener. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.” Saåīdah Zāfar replied, “And a thick, white, creamy milkshake to wash it down with.”

My Uncut Hindu Dick jumped at her words knowing what she was really saying.

While Saåīdah Zāfar was talking with her mother, she never stopped sliding her tight Musalmān Cunt on my Uncut Hindu Dick.

“What about you, Durgesh? You want somethin’ to eat?”

“What I want isn’t on the menu of any drive thru!” I replied.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter giggled and her Musalmān pussy muscles squeezed my Uncut Hindu Dick as she continued to rock her hips.

“Well when we get home, maybe that can be on the menu.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said.

“No more sex jokes please.” Saåīdah Zāfar said in a teasing tone, “I can’t fuckin’ take much more, and if you keep it up, I just might cum up with my own.” I made my Uncut Hindu Dick jump inside her to let her know I got her reference.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, laughed as she took the exit and followed the signs to the restaurant. “Seriously Durgesh, you want something?”

“Actually I have a sudden craving for a banana cream pie and a cream soda.”

“What!” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said as My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughters laughter clues her in on the pun.

“Are you for real?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked as Saåīdah Zāfar’s body shook with laughter making her tight teen Musalmān Cunt spasm on my Uncut Hindu Dick.

“No! I’ll have a large order of onion rings, and a 7up.” then I whispered in Saåīdah Zāfar’s ear, “I have my wiener up your onion ring.” She moaned or groaned, I wasn’t sure but she kept riding my Uncut Hindu Dick as I played with her nipples that were so hard they could cut diamonds.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, pulled up to the speaker and placed our orders.

Then we pulled up to the window and waited for our food.

While waiting, I saw a video camera mounted on a pole pointing into our car.

“Hey baby want to put on a show for these poor fools stuck at work I said pointing to the camera.”

Saåīdah Zāfar looked up and seeing the camera she whipped the gown off our bodies and dropped it to the floor, exposing her whole body to the camera.

I moaned in pleasure and began to rock my hips to increase the joggle of her naked breasts, as she began to ham up her pleasure for the camera.

Several times, she pushed herself up so hard that my Uncut Hindu Cock escaped her warm wanton folds exposing my Uncut Hindu Dick to the lucky person monitoring the feed.

After several minutes of our public lewdness, I heard the cashier said,

“Here’s most of your food, just waiting on the onion rings to finish cooking. It’ll be another minute or so.”

Saåīdah Zāfar pushed herself off my hard Uncut Hindu Dick once again exposing me to the camera.

Somehow, she was able to turn her body around so she was facing me.

She put one knee on each side of my body and lowered herself onto my cock.

I gasped as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy swallowed my Uncut Hindu Dick again.

As she began to furiously ride me making sure to come up high enough that the camera would record my Uncut Hindu Dick coated in her Musalmān juices fucking her Musalmān Cunt.

“Cum for me, Durgesh. I want you to cum on camera. I want the loser who’s stuck watching that camera to see my Durgesh‘s Hindu cum blast out of his big hard Uncut Hindu Dick, all over into my Musalmān ass and Musalmān Cunt in that order strictly.”

That was all it took.

I pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick out of her cunt, felt her trap it between her wonderfully firm Musalmān ass cheeks and keep the friction going as I bit my lip to keep from grunting.

As my Uncut Hindu Dick convulsed and shot hot cum into my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s back. The first blast landed between her shoulder blades, and started to run down her spine.

Each powerful blast landed on her back as my body spasmed in orgasm.

Just as the last of my load oozed out onto her ass cheeks, we started to pull away from the drive through.

I waved at the camera and Saåīdah Zāfar twisted around and blew it a kiss.

“For the third goddamn time, can one of you take this food!” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s annoyed voice came over the present that was acting as a barrier between her and the taboo fuck fest that My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and I had been involved in for almost an hour.

“Oh sorry honey I was daydreaming and I think Saåīdah Zāfar fell asleep.” I replied reaching over to take the bags from her hand.

Saåīdah Zāfar had her hands wrapped around my neck and was holding me tight, on the verge of her orgasm.

If her Ammī hadn’t spoken at just that Moment, she would have been wracked with pleasure right now.

“Soon baby, soon, Durgesh will make you happy.” he just gripped me tighter and started to kiss my neck as I pulled out the food we had ordered. I put our drinks in the cup holders, figuring Missy had kept hers. Then I took out my onion rings, and her hot dog. Looking in the bag, I saw all that was left was a Large soft pretzel with a few packs of mustard and some cheese sauce.

Handing Missy’s food back to her, I said, “Thanks for this babe it really hits the spot.” While using some napkins to wipe my Hindu cum from my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s back.

“Yes it’s just what I wanted” Saåīdah Zāfar said as I cleaned her up.

“You guys are acting weird. You got a hot dog and onion rings and are acting like it’s Beef Stroganoff.” Missy said as we get back on the highway to finish our journey home.

“All the action wore me out.” Saåīdah Zāfar said. “I really needed a protein injection.”

“Saåīdah Zāfar!” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said in mock horror.

“I must be tired. I’m starting to make sex jokes like you guys.” she said rubbing her ass on my Uncut Hindu Dick.

“Besides babe, when we get home you can be the one Stroganoff the beef.”

“Durgesh!” Saåīdah Zāfar said sounding just like her Ammī, and all three of us cracked up.

While we were all joking around, I secretly slipped an onion ring around one end of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s hot dog, and found another one that was the perfect size for an idea I had.

Saåīdah Zāfar squirmed around so she would be facing forward, and I handed her the hot dog.

She looked at it in puzzlement.

“My wiener, your Ammīs Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and it goes in your mouth.” I whisper to her.

She didn’t say anything, but the way her naked Musalmān pussy began to rub on my Uncut Hindu Cock told me she loved the idea.

“Go on baby! Show me what you want to do to Durgesh‘s Uncut Hindu Dick as it fucks your Ammī’s still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.”

She licked the hot dog where it over hung the bun, right next to the onion ring.

I sighed as I envisioned this happening at home.

I had never before seen someone eat a hot dog so erotically.

I would never be able to visit a Nathans without getting a boner, but it was worth it.

Once she finished that, I was hard again and her pussy was resting right on top of my Uncut Hindu Dick, her lips hugging the shaft.

I wasn’t inside her, but my Uncut Hindu Cock was still between her Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān lips.

“Durgesh, your hot Uncut Hindu Dick is rubbing my Musalmān clit.” she said rocking her hips on me to finish herself off.

It didn’t take long before she grunted and started to writhe around having finally reached the climax that had been building since we left the rest area almost an hour ago.

When she had control of her own body again, she leaned back against me. Sighing she said,

“How long before we get home?”

“About 20 or 30 minutes,” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān replied.

“Durgesh, can I eat your last onion ring?”

“It’s all yours, baby.” I replied loud enough for My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, to hear.

Then in a low voice only she can hear,

“I saved it for you…” I picked it up with my left hand and reached for her left hand with my right.

Taking her left hand in my right, I held up the onion ring and slid it onto her ring finger. “…with this ring, I thee bed.” I paraphrased the famous line we had heard just a few hours ago.

“Durgesh?” she said looking at her finger and then me.

“That is my promise that you will always be welcome to join me in my bed, no matter what.”

“Oh Durgesh,” she said as tears filled her eyes. “ I’ve wanted to be your lover since I was 15, and was always jealous of Ůzrah thinking you two were lovers.”

I kissed the top of her head and whispered,

“I’ve never made this sort of love to anyone but your Ammī since she got married to your Abbū, until tonight…well, except that one night on our honeymoon, but that’s another story. No woman has ever filled me recently with the passion, the desire, the animal lust as you did tonight. I promise you that one night soon our little fantasy will happen.”

Saåīdah Zāfar twisted around and kissed me on the mouth her tongue even more aggressive than the first time we kissed.

My cock which had started to get erect shot to full size in record time.

Breaking the kiss, she said,

“No Durgesh! We can’t. You need to take care of Ammī when we get home.”

I knew she was right, but I still wanted to fuck her tight wet Musalmān twat now as much as she wanted.

I resigned myself to playing with her tits as we turned off the interstate and begin the journey through the surface streets to our house.

While I squeezed and fondled Saåīdah Zāfar’s breasts she kept lightly rubbing my Uncut Hindu Cock, to keep it hard and ready for my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, when we got home.

Saåīdah Zāfar knew just how to touch me to keep me hard and horny without going so far that it would lead to another blast of cum on her naked Musalmān skin.

Turning onto our street, less than a mile from our house, Saåīdah Zāfar went into a panic.

Her dress was on the floor, and there was no way either of us could reach it to cover up and my shorts were around my ankles and under her gown.

“What the hell are we going to do?” she asked as our house came into view.

Chapter 46

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Durgesh Al Tawaħīd Al Islam

Chapter 44

Durgesh Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb

As the sun shone through the wall of windows, I could not help admire the extremely beautiful young Musalmān body of my little princess sleeping next to me.

Remembering the night before, as the most beautiful woman I knew recently, had told me about her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, training her to be my new lover and to help me enjoy my life with the two of them more.

The last thing I could remember about our talking was that her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had left some tapes for her use and had left one for her to give me if this day had ever came.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had placed it into the player and said, “We are not to watch it until after our first night.

Well, our first night was over and guilt was starting to rise in Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.

A daughter should never surrender to lust, step or else and she is only 19-year-old with her own stepfather Hindu or else.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had the most handsome stepfather.

My but perfect frame so close to Al Tawaħīd Al Islam that not even air could slip in between our bodies and my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried in her tender wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was something Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had never thought possible.

She slowly moved away from the sleeping Anant Muslimātchod Hindu next to her so as not to wake me, but as my Uncut Hindu Lund slipped out of her delicious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān warmth, I moaned somewhat, but remained asleep.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam eased out of the bed and covered her body to … Well she did not know why Al Tawaħīd Al Islam covered me other than shame of a stepdaughter.

She went to the bathroom, did her morning piss and turned on the shower letting the water warm.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam brushed her teeth, and stepped into the shower.

During this time, her thoughts were on the tapes, her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān and me.

What a conflicted series for a girl to be thinking, while having these thoughts, with the Viagra still coursing through Durgesh’s body, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had to have answers.

Drying herself, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam glanced at her Hindu husband of sixty seven years while she herself was only nineteen, still sleeping.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam pulled on her robe and went toward the player with the tape.

There was her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, sitting in her favorite chair.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān beauty was shining and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam knew before she spoke that she knew why I loved her.

She still kept her smile and appearance.

The sparkle in her extremely beautiful extremely loyal to me Musalmān eyes, the hue of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān skin, the total package, all in a woman that knew she always had infinite time to share her undying Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān love for her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.

Another Mastānī of Bājīrāo?

Another Nargis, Fātimah Rashīd, of Sunīl Dutt?

Another Réħānah of Subhāsh Ghaī?

Another Saåīdah Kħān of Brij Sadānā?

Another Zarīnah Wahāb of Āditý Pancholī?

Another Sārah Åbdullāh of Sachin Pilot?

Another Dimple Kapadia of Rajesh Khanna?

For the next three hours, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam set while the tape ran with her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān telling her that her Daughter and she had spent the last few years learning to be.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me about how she had suggested to Al Tawaħīd Al Islam about things from birth control to applying make-up and most other things a mother and daughter would talk and share.

The stunning part for me was when Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān stood up but the camera did not rise with her.

It revealed her body. During the filming of this video, she had been completely naked.

On the table beside her, was her rather large collection of toys. Her large breasts (35in with a D-cup) showed no sign of drooping, her 26in waste and that beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass at just over 36 inches of glorious sexy willing to please.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me that she had shown our child clips of our pleasure time and informed her that Ammī wanted but never demanded, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam to look after me and to kick start my life if I still miss her whenever she isn’t with me.

It was to be at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam‘s own pace and stressed, only if she was willing to join in the kinky lifestyle Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān and I were sharing.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān wasn’t my wife.

She was my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife.

But Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān is actually more than a wife to me.

Whenever she was with me, she never allowed me separate from her.

We both were always nude entirely.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was always either into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , in her gorgeous Musalmān ass, in her extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth or at least in her beautiful Musalmān hand.

She was always my integral part whenever she was with me.

Can Al Tawaħīd Al Islam also continue these great traditions her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had started with me?

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān informed me that she had other tapes that were to be viewed, and shared only with Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and me as a couple.

That they were fuck tapes as well as masturbation and some group and yes even of her lesbian side.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān said that if she knew me as well as she thought she did, I would be feeling a mix of emotions about now and that was unnecessary because everyone was an adult and consented to the world of pleasure.

The next scene was of Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān placing the camera on a tripod.

At that point, she reached out, took hold of a hand, and pulled it toward the center of the room, showing her cinematographer to be her fuck buddy me.

She looked into the camera and said Al Tawaħīd Al Islam this one is especially for you because I know how much you love to watch me suck and fuck Durgesh the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies whether we are married to him or not.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān dropped to her knees, reached out, grabbed my belt, slowly unfastened it and with one quick movement unsnapped my pants, pulling them down along with my underwear.

My Uncut Hindu Cock plopped out smacking her in the face.

She wrapped her fingers around the massive Hindu shaft and started stroking with smooth gliding caressing movement.

The tips of her fingers genteelly tracing the veins of the swollen Uncut Hindu Prick of mine, as it jumped and strained in her expert Musalmān hands.

The flowing movement of her sensual Musalmān strokes worked the excitement to a fevered pitch.

The moans from her Hindu lover were becoming more frequent and louder as she played.

She placed kisses on the tip, as I thrust to get closer to the heaven called her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

There has never been a doubt about how Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān was my Uncut Hindu Cock worshiper.

If she had been able to there would have been my Uncut Hindu Cock surrounding her 24/7.

She was a giving lover, and willing to show her appreciation by pleasing me if I would allow.

As my Uncut Hindu Cock started to pulse more, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān took just the head into her mouth and used her tongue as a whip.

She licked, sucked, stoked, and with her other hand, cupped my balls all the while keeping her eyes on my face looking for the signs of a man in ecstasy, knowing that my release was going to be her pleasure.

As she cupped my nuts, she pushed forward only pulling back to where he was close to falling out of her magical lips before taking in more and more and then pulling back just to do it again.

Each forward push, more of my 9-inch Uncut Hindu Cock would disappear into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and throat.

Her favorite thing was to hum all the while keeping the sucking and licking going.

If I wasn’t careful and with extraordinary sexual prowess it was never possible that even I could last under her expert dick sucking more than 10 minutes.

Once she had her throat opened and relaxed, she would take both of her hands, place them on my hips pull my Uncut Hindu Cock from her mouth and tell me to pound her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as hard as I could.

She was my wonderful cocksucker.

After just a few moments of the pleasure she gave her reward came in the massive load of my Hindu cum shooting down her Musalmān throat, swallowing as much as she could.

Moreover, when some overflow happened she never let it go to waste, her hands were there to catch it and she licked and cleaned her hands like a cat, savoring its pungent aroma and salty flavor.

I knew she enjoyed it as much as me who exclusively had the chance to fuck her extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth, not even her husband, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.

After watching her suck my massive 9-inch Uncut Hindu Cock, she spent the next 45 minutes spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , showing how her lips would gleam and swell, contract, pull and push my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out.

When she would ejaculate, there was so much and as mine, it shot over 3 feet away.

Until you have seen me ejaculate in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , you have never seen the true eighth wonder of the world.

As soon as she had finished her orgasm, she flipped over, spread her ass cheeks, showing her tight brown star to the camera and requested me to shove my Uncut Hindu Lund into the dark asshole without stopping to lube it.

With that, I buried my Uncut Hindu Lund to the pubic hair.

At that time in the tape, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me to turn and look at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam lying in my bed and know that she was her final give of love and to enjoy as if Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was my fuck toy and to love her as I loved I had loved her.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was as hard as it has ever been recently.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam slowly walked to the bed and pulled the covers off me.

Lovingly Al Tawaħīd Al Islam placed her hand on my ever erect Uncut Hindu Lund, bending over to kiss my lips and forced her tongue into my mouth.

I started to moan, and kiss back.

Breathing hard, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam stood up grabbed my engorged Uncut Hindu Cock and put it on her waiting Musalmān lips.

She slowly opened her mouth and before I could react she said, “once I grab your hips Durgesh, pound me like you do my wonderful Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, make me choke and swallow your Uncut Hindu Cock until you cum. Make me your Uncut Hindu Cock sucker!”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was not as good at sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock as her wonderful Ammī, my Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, but then again, she did not have the experience yet.

She worked and enjoyed having her young Musalmān mouth filled tasting my man-meat, keeping the eye contact and trying to take as much as was fucked into her warm wet my Uncut Hindu Cock-sucking Musalmān lips.

The experience would come with the more opportunity to practice, after all no one is great naturally.

As I pounded her willing Musalmān mouth, I wondered about how far I could push my princess Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

As she was working over my Uncut Hindu Dick inside her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, I tweaked her 34 C-cup Musalmān tits.

I rolled her pretty pink nipples to cause the moaning from pleasure and pain run from her throat to my cock and in turn forcing me to pound even harder between her slobbering Musalmān lips.

I was telling her how good it felt to slam my pubic hair against her nose and my balls swinging into her chin.

Once again I wondered if she would be able to handle all my cum building in my Hindu scrotum and would it catch her by surprise?

Could her willingness overload her talent and desire?

Would I cause her reel away from all that was going on in this moment or would she enjoy and become more like her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān?

I thought all of these things as well as the football scores, the stock market bulls and bears, whatever it took to keep me from Cuming, as I wanted this to last as long as possible.

When I could no longer think about anything other than cuming, I howled,

“Suck me you fucking my Uncut Hindu Cock sucker, swallow my nut. Oh, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, my God, you are so fucking hot, my little baby. Don’t stop until you get it all, bitch!” Then it came. Arrrrrrrrgu, I came and it was as if the sky had gone dark, I saw stars flying toward me and at the same time moving away.

My knees turned to rubber and I grabbed her head to steady myself.

When I recovered, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was holding and comforting me, smiling from ear to ear. She said,

“My goodness Durgesh, I think you enjoyed that as much as I did!” and to my surprise Al Tawaħīd Al Islam picked up the phone and ordered, “breakfast for two in the master suit, and bring some oysters as well because we will need them.”

She was amazing with her complete control as she climbed out of bed turning to kiss me before slipping into the bathroom turning on the shower and singing as her morning began.

She was just finishing in the bathroom when the steward knocked on the door.

The steward said,

“My name is Amīnah, and I am your morning steward, we did not have a chance to introduce ourselves yesterday but as we serve you we will each tell you who and what we are here to do to make your voyage aboard “Down on Me II” more pleasurable.”

At that moment, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam came out of the bathroom and replied to Amīnah saying,

“Thank you so much, but today my husband and I will be staying in and fucking all day. If we need anything, we will definitely let you know and hopefully we will see more of you!”

I was aghast at how open Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was about our plans and not a second of remorse or shame as to who we were.

Ashvinātam Sex has always happened only in private without the prying eyes of society because people have this ability to judge others.

As Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and I sat eating our breakfast, we talked about last night, her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, the tapes, the itinerary, as well as the entire crew.

I found out that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had flown to Tampa and met the crew, made all the arrangements, chose the menus for every meal, made choices for everything except the weather, after all this was the Gulf of Mexico.

The most surprising thing was that she had paid for everything from the special account her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had sat up for her.

I found out that Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had the forethought to take care of her baby in every way. Her schooling and enough money to last a lifetime without ever having to ask me for anything.

That was however not a disappointment for me after all I was the one who had made all the money, although Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had pushed me to be the very best businessman I could.

Therefore, money would never be a problem.

In addition, it did not hurt when we struck oil on not one but 786 of our land deals.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān offered her Salāt-e-shukr for every deal separately whenever it was known there was oil.

They were her special Salawāt.

I was continuously fucking her in them performing my Stavans simultaneously.

Of course, we both were nude entirely then.

However, it wasn’t anything new.

Most of my Musalmān live in relationship partners, my Musalmān wives, my Musalmān Sex Therapy clients and even my Musalmān lady friends offered their Salawāt in the same way everywhere.

As we finished our fruit cups, Princess stood and dropped her robe, showing her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body saying,

“If you want to thank me Durgesh, you can but you know what I want and how.”

During our meal, I made a decision that I would keep to myself for now at least. that would be to play with my baby and tease her by being the slow-handed lover that would take her to the point, then just stop short of taking her over the edge every time until she would be begging for total commitment.

I would make her cum but only not the biggest, never to the brink so to speak.

When an older Hindu man is with a younger Musalmān woman, he has one thing a younger man does not and that is patience as well as experience.

As she lay on the bed, I followed her steps, knelt beside her and kissed her tenderly with enough passion to allow her body to warm and start feeling desire for my touch.

I lightly placed my hand against the side of her angelic face drawing low moans from her.

Tracing down her cheek toward her delicate neck still tracing the long slops of her golden skin kissing everyplace my hand had been running my fingers down lower to her ample breasts cupping each one separately, just brushing across her nipples and tweaking each with a slight pinch to force them to stand at attention.

For my reward, she could only exhale with little coos and ahhhs.

I smiled while thinking this will teach her to use a “mickey” on dear Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.

When my mouth rested at her nipples, the salty sweet taste kept me there for a longer time than I had planned.

Her pink nipples were beginning to turn a more darkish reddish pink and appeared to strain against her skin to the point of causing discomfort but I stayed kissing, adding a little twist as well.

Her moans became loader and more rapid, yet I stayed.

When her hands reached around my head and tried to push me father down, I stopped and went up kissing her beautiful Musalmān lips again.

Much to her surprise she was not in control; I was.

When she realized that I was the one pleasing her, and she stopped trying to force me, she would receive more.

She was now aware that her Durgesh was much more than her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had said.

I gave her tits a quick firm slap but not enough to bruise on my way to her tiny belly button.

Her squirming became uncontrollable and yet I stayed, still lingering, while kissing, and smelling her sweet but salty sweat as the beads began to build giving me full knowledge of her arousal.

Then it happened I started to move down again and she must have thought I was moving to her pubic area, I had to chuckle as I skipped down past her “V” and past her knees all the way to her feet.

As I massaged each of those lovely feet, I started moving up even slower than I moved down kissing behind each of her calves up to the bend of each knee kissing and tickling each until she began to moan out in open defiance yelling, “Please Please, Durgesh, you are driving me crazy. I need you NOW inside me!”

I froze and calmly said,

“No, you are not getting off that easy Princess.” I went back to the knees and started over.

I had never told her, “No” before and it shocked her more than anything I could have done.

My eyes had focused on her steamy wet Musalmān Cunt and that touch of a blond landing strip just above that dripping Musalmān snatch as it opened and closed to the beat of her heart.

The outer lips were swollen and not been touched as of yet, when they spread open the inner lips were clutching at air trying to find something to wrap around and pull into the abyss.

Slowly I worked my way up her inner thighs tasting and smelling the juices as they splashed around because of her movement.

When I reached the v of her thighs I slowly exhaled across her lips and saw them quiver in anticipation to be bestowed by my Uncut Hindu Lund.

There was just a moment when I thought about skipping back down but her body would not have stood for it.

My lips kissed her cunt lips and there it was.

She ejaculated with just one kiss.

The floodgates had opened and there was no stopping the creamy sweet cunt juice from gushing out.

I had never had a woman recently cum so much from just my lips touching hers.

I had won the battle even if she knew nothing about it.

She had passed out and when she woke, I was lying beside her.

I asked her a very simple question,

“Are you ready?”

She replied,

“Durgesh, I am yours to do as you wish, without any reservations.”

I went back down to her open legs and started kissing and tonguing her slit and as I did reached up, finding her cobra hood surrounding her protruding clit.

Once I found it and lightly touched the magic button, juice started flowing and did not stop.

I felt her quiver repeatedly until she said.

“No more playing Durgesh! Fuck me, make me your Hindu cum hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sex goddess fuck over and over in every hole I have, but first stick your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and fuck me till I pass out and then keep fucking me until you fill it with your Hindu cum!”

When I first entered her last night it was for a quick one to end the virgin part of her life I really did not think things would come this far.

That all changed when I watched the tape her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had made for me and I knew that this young woman, my princess, my friend Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter would be my long-term lover, my endless lover.
When I entered her still soaking Musalmān Cunt, it was slow and steady, not the rush to get it over with, to make it loving and tender for her enjoyment.

Something she would remember for as long as she lived.

As I pushed into her little hot Musalmān fun spot, I looked into her eyes and she back at mine.

I felt the love growing stronger between the two of us.

A bond, if you will, that can never be broken.

With each Hindu stroke of mine in and out, over and over she began to understand the love, between a Hindu man and a Musalmān woman and this was the first time she allowed emotions to show, her tears were not of sadness but joy and pleasure of knowing that her first time was with someone that loved her without conditions.

She knew what her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, felt after all the questioning and fear she had hidden to please her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.

She felt as if her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had given her all the information as a cold fact.

Now she understood the heart of her loving Ammī and knew the love her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had for her and her Durgesh.

As I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tender young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , I could not remember the last time a Musalmān Choot felt this warm and wet, as tight as this was.

I knew that Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had a special Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān daughter and I could not wait until I had the chance train her to for my total Hindu enjoyment.

I knew that Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had told Al Tawaħīd Al Islam that I was a dominate and she had been a submissive sex goddess, but I did not know if Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was going to be a submissive for me as well.

I knew that if the training were right, she would follow in her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s path.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam came so many times that I lost track , but I was working to make sure that she would sleep for a while because if she did not rest soon, her body would give out and I would be back to no sex until she recovered.

The monster awakened.

She came one last time screaming out begging for me to fuck her faster and when she came her legs already wrapped around my waist pulling me in with each stroke of my Uncut Hindu Cock, suddenly started to squeeze me so tight I felt my breath leaving my body.

When she finished I started to cum and I pumped hard strong and as fast as I could.

When my nut filled her, I was so deep inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb, there was no movement from either of us for what seemed like an eternity and we collapsed into each other’s arms and fell asleep.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam again woke before I did and had ordered lunch.

She had started the shower, and then woke me saying.

“Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, do you want to wash my back for me? I can’t reach my back.”

I laughed and said.

“Well as sore as my body is, I don’t think I could wash any part of myself. So I may need your help as well.”

We showered and simply held each other as the water washed over our bodies and we just poured the body gel on our heads and let the water foam it up and wash our bodies.

It seemed the steward knew when we had finished; she knocked on the door and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam said,

“Come in.”

Once again, Amīnah entered pushing the cart but, something had changed, or should I have said Amīnah had changed.

She had lost every stitch of clothing with nothing hidden.

I looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and she burst into an uncontrolled laughter.

She was giggling as she tried to tell me what was going on, but she could not get a single word out because of her laughing.

Amīnah spoke,

“We were told that if you shared your bed with your lovely young Musalmān wife, we were to shed our clothing until we reached the next port and when we are out to sea it would be no clothing.” She looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and said, “Isn’t that right?”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed and said,

“I had forgotten about that part. I hope you do not mind?”

I smiled and said,

“I hope I can keep from being slapped by this beautiful Musalmān lady because of my wondering Hindu hands.”

Amīnah looked at the both of us and replied,

“We are here for your total pleasure no matter what it may be, day or night. Everyone of the crew is willing to participate, so feel free at any moment.”

I said,

“Well now this just got even more interesting! Right now, though I think we need to relax and rest up. At least I do but Princess if you feel the need to please, feel free!”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam commented,

“As sore as my kitty is right now, it may be a while for me as well.”

The three of us laughed and Amīnah left us to enjoy our lunch.

After finishing our lunch, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam wanted a drink.

I left Al Tawaħīd Al Islam to relax and nap if she wanted, while I went to the bar more to stretch my legs more than for a juice.

When I got to the bar, the other steward was cleaning the room after what appeared to be a wild party.

As I walked to the bar I noticed she was nude as well and her body was as hot as Amīnah.

She looked at me and said,

“Good afternoon Mister Durgesh, my name Al Noor Al Islam and I am your afternoon steward.”

I took a stool at the bar staring at the beautiful Musalmān tits and equally beautiful Musalmān ass in front of me as I spoke,

“Helloooo Al Noor Al Islam, please call me Durgesh.”

She replied,

“Do you like what you see or do you want something else?”

I said,

“The sight is fantastic, but I could use a juice while I enjoy the fresh air and the view.”

Al Noor Al Islam was an excellent bartender and good company.

At this time, I was worn out to partake in anything other than a stiff drink.

We just sat and talked.

Al Noor Al Islam reminded me that we would be stopping in New Orleans shortly so everyone would be required to dress if we were going to shore or above deck.

I smiled and thanked her for the juice and the reminder.

After my juice, I went back to my cabin.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was up and in the shower again.

I reminded her that we’re about to hit port and she said she had to leave ship for a short while and that a surprise was coming for me, but when she returned, she wanted me well rested for a night on the town.

We would be in port for two nights.

It was my turn to sleep and catch up on my energy.

That was my plan.

Plans seem to fail when needed the most.

As I slept, I felt movement in the room and slowly opened my eyes, the bright white shirt of one of the stewards was there bending over to straighten items on the table.

She was quietly arranging things, as was part of her daily responsibilities.

I watched as she turned and bent forward away from me leaving me a perfect view of her pear-shaped gorgeous Musalmān ass.

It was magnificent.

I felt the familiar pulse of blood rushing to my Hindu cockhead.

The more I watched the more the blood rushed. Suddenly she turned and caught my eyes glaring at her chest, the two-button closure that held her shirt closed.

It was Al Noor Al Islam, she smiled and said,

“I am sorry, I did not want to wake you but this is the only time we can clean the rooms. Most of our guests go ashore and we work.”

I smiled and told her,

“It’s ok, but I hope you don’t mind that I watch as you work!”

She smiled and replied,

“Would you like to pretend that we are still out to sea and I wear my other uniform?”

I sat up, reached out, as I pulled her shirt a little closer and started unbuttoning the last of the buttons on her shirt, saying,

“I would love to see that uniform.”

When the last button of her shirt unfastened, the cabin door opened, and Amīnah stepped into the room with an arm full of towels.

She smiled and said,

“Sir, we thought you had gone ashore!”

There I was lying on the bed with a hand on Al Noor Al Islam’s shirt and she smiling as she twisted her beautiful Musalmān body to let the top fall from her shoulders.

Amīnah stated,

“This is much better than shore leave.”

As she sat the towels into a chair, she pulled at her own buttons.

Very quickly, three of us were on the bed and Al Noor Al Islam had reached for my rapidly growing Uncut Hindu Dick and was shoving it into her beautiful Musalmān mouth while Amīnah had climbed into the bed behind me and had her mouth pressing on my ass cheeks.

When she had enough moisture on her lips she started licking the crack of my ass and her Musalmān tongue worked its way toward my asshole.

Once Amīnah had found my brown star, she tried to force her tongue into the hole.

Before I could say, “that is an outy only!” she buried it as far as she could, forcing me to ram forward deep into Al Noor Al Islam’s throat, causing her to gag.

But instead of pulling away, Al Noor Al Islam reached behind me, yanked Amīnah by the hair pulling the tongue deeper while pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund farther into the bottomless abyss.

I came way ultimately, although I stayed hard.

After spending the last 27 hours fucking Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, I realized I had bitten off more than I could chew.

I had to be honest, my Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t sore as hell, still now.

Do not let anyone bullshit you, no one can fuck and abuse their cock as I have, so I finally said,

“I need to stop and rest for a while.”

I pulled my dick out of Al Noor Al Islam’s beautiful Musalmān mouth, pushed myself off the bed and fell into the chair just as the cabin door opened once again.

This time Al Tawaħīd Al Islam walked in, saw me sitting, and the two Musalmān beauties lying in our bed.

Putting her hands on her hips, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed,

“Well it looks as if you have been a bad Durgesh while I was away.”

Before I could answer, she said,

“Durgesh, here is your surprise, I hope you like it.” Sidestepping out of the way, her best friend in the world appeared.

“Rāħīlah Sultān, how are you? I can’t remember the last time I saw you and look at how you have grown!” I started to stand and remembered that I had nothing on, so I sat back down.

Rāħīlah Sultān was 19 years old and was about 5 inches taller than Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was but was much smaller everywhere else.

She had the blackest hair I had ever seen and behind her black-framed glasses were green Musalmān eyes that could see the soul.

Her breasts were a solid A-cup, but they were real, not store bought, so they matched slender body that she kept hidden under baggy outfits.

I had known her almost as long as I had known Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.

I knew she was my princess’s lover and that she hated men, although she had a deep emotional bond toward me, more later.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and Rāħīlah Sultān looked toward the bed seeing the two women naked and clearly not bashful, they quickly stripped, walked toward the bed-smiling saying,

“An all Musalmān girl party would be fun, can we join you?”

I took this opportunity to lock myself in the bathroom and turned on the water filling the hot tub for the first time, climbed in and soaked, don’t ask me how long because I slept.

When I woke, it was dark outside and I was wrinkled but relaxed.

When I came out of the bath, drying Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and Rāħīlah Sultān were sitting, laughing, doing the friendship thing.

They looked at me and said they thought about waking me but I looked relaxed and our trip was just starting and how they wanted me to relax and enjoy everything.

We all dressed and decided to go ashore and have supper in the French Quarter at a nice restaurant.

We strolled down Bourbon St. as most tourists do and enjoyed a jazz club until after 3 a.m. and a leisurely stroll back toward our ship.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam asked me,

“Durgesh, do you mind if I sleep in my stateroom with Rāħīlah Sultān tonight?

I quickly answered,

“No honey, I could use a break.”

The rest of our walk we just held hands and breathe in the salt air.

I smiled with Al Noor Al Islam and Amīnah on my mind.

Are they still awake and should I find out?

Well, they both were available.

Chapter 45

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā.

Chapter 43

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar

Durgesh Al Asmā Al Salmān

Durgesh Al Asmā Al SalmānNādirah Åzīm called out as her husband and I walked into the kitchen.

“Okay, boys, I’m heading out now!”

“I’ll see you later, honey.” Nādirah Åzīm said, kissing Muħammad Raħmān as she began to step out the door.

Before she walked out, she turned to me:

“And you, ever young Hindu man. You better not get into trouble with my extremely beautiful naughty Musalmān lady friends while we’re gone tonight. They are sex starved and they may drain you out of your so called infinite Hindu sexual prowess even. I don’t prohibit you to satisfy them sexually if they need it. Nevertheless I’ve warned you how ravenous they are sexually. Watch yourself not to be drained out completely.”

Muħammad Raħmān laughed,

“Hey, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, you are warning my Hindu stepfather as if you yourself need his skills after you return.”

Nādirah Åzīm smiled teasingly at her naughty husband.

“Maybe your joke come true sometimes, Muħammad Raħmān. Don’t kid me thus every now and then. I know you believe Durgesh and I too have extramarital affair despite our constant denials.”

Muħammad Raħmān laughed.

“I can’t believe Durgesh is so available to you and you are still loyal to me.”

“Are you impotent?” Nādirah Åzīm teased him.

“You know I’m not.” Muħammad Raħmān smiled, “Nevertheless, I’m not Durgesh after all. He is the Sex god, everyone believes it.”

Nādirah Åzīm didn’t reply Muħammad Raħmān.

She turned to me once more,

“We might not come back until very late or early tomorrow morning.”

“I know, I know, Nādirah Åzīm.” I started, “I’ll just be here serving your needy beautiful Musalmān lady friends. However, they aren’t ravenous. Their husbands leave them ravenous.”

“Okay, my over human Hindu stepfather in law, you are already called the Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt. They claim we entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are having sex with you actually, however much we deny it. Nobody believes us even a bit. It’s all right. Enjoy them. They really need sex from you. Their husbands don’t take care of them optimum sexually.”

“Because they suspect them.”

“And aren’t they right? Don’t my entire beautiful Musalmān lady friends ravenously have sex with you?”

I smiled,

“Nādirah Åzīm, if their husbands had provided them it they would have never needed me.”

“Why don’t you tell them it? Aren’t they your own friends? They pay you monthly heavy amounts as your Sex Therapy sessions with their extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān wives. Isn’t it a fact that they never want their wives cured? They actually want to get rid of them sexually.”

“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.”

“Isn’t it a fact that today Musalmīn are tired of Islam actually? They have surrendered completely to the present materialistic western culture? They don’t want to waste their precious time in worthless sexual activities with their wives. They want to earn money instead. Their sexual responsibilities to their wives are burden for them. That’s why they have friendship with you.”

“Nādirah Åzīm,”

“You are not Sex Therapist for your filthy rich Musalmān friends actually.” Nādirah Åzīm blurted out furiously, “They call you that to deceive you. Actually they use you as an extremely successful Hindu male prostitute for their over sexy Musalmān houseladies. Isn’t it true? Tell me you don’t understand it. You aren’t that foolish yourself. Isn’t it?”

Muħammad Raħmān held her hand.

“It’s alright, Nādirah Åzīm. Our entire present social system is rotten absolutely now. It’s true cure is Islam. But there isn’t true Islam anywhere itself. Instead of fighting with non Muslims for Årab Imperialism if we Musalmīn…”

“Let me tell your over human Hindu stepfather that he must never think his filthy rich Musalmān friends are innocent. They are not. They want their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives to have extramarital sex with Durgesh so that they are free to do their corporate business more successfully. I hate these hypocrisy oriented swines.”

Muħammad Raħmān smiled at me,

“Sorry, Dad. She is angry now. You know she respects you but she can’t bear your hypocrite Musalmān friends.”

I smiled.

“I understand, Muħammad Raħmān. My plans were canceled at the last minute anyway. By the way, where were you guys going again?”
“We’ll be at Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s. She’s hosting a party with a bunch of people you may or may not know. Nothing you need to worry about, I guess.” Nādirah Åzīm said flatly. “Now goodbye, sweetie. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, she headed out the door.

I smiled sarcastically.

Nādirah Åzīm wasn’t so innocent herself as she tried to appear to everyone.

Why the hell otherwise she called me ‘sweetie’?

I was her father in law step or else.

I wasn’t her junior or equal even.

She never accepted me her father in law.

She still respected Muħammad Raħmān’s real father, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās.

Nādirah Åzīm thought I snatched away his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives from her otherwise innocent father in law, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās.

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās was a sophisticated innocent multimillionaire that was too ethical to understand his wives sexual needs.

I took advantage of his generosity and fucked his entire extremely beautiful Musalmān wives one by one.

She could not understand why Al Muħammad Al Åbbās and Al Muħammad Al Raħmān both thought I was innocent and their immensely loyal family friend.

“He is fucking your entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies one by one and you still think he is your utmost loyal family friend?”

Muħammad Raħmān smiled.

“You don’t know anything. Durgesh Dad isn’t fucking our entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Our entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are fucking Durgesh Dad instead. If Durgesh Dad isn’t keeping it secret…”

“What secret?” Nādirah Åzīm blurted out furiously, “What is secret there? Your youngest sister, Al Sāmiyah Al Raħmān’s eighteenth birthday hasn’t too old to forget. Durgesh inaugurated your sister. She celebrated inaugural honeymoon with Durgesh for complete one year. In that inaugural party didn’t Durgesh fuck every beautiful Musalmān lady invited there? Didn’t he fuck your beautiful Musalmān houseladies too with immense fanfare openly? Even the videos were prepared of the entire celebration and released with great pride. ‘Durgesh inaugurates Al Sāmiyah Al Raħmān at her eighteenth birthday, the youngest family member of Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family’. What is secret there I say?”

Muħammad Raħmān watched his twenty-eight years old extremely beautiful wife with immense sarcasm.

“And what about your own younger sister’s birthday? Didn’t Durgesh Dad inaugurate your younger sister Al Saħar Al Åzīm too? Didn’t your Abbū Åzīm Sāħab himself arranged for her inaugural honeymoon with Durgesh Dad? If our family does something it’s wrong and if your family does the same thing it’s right?”

“Certainly not.” Nādirah Åzīm said coldly, “I couldn’t stop Abbū in Al Saħar’s event but did I let my Abbū to inaugurate myself? Did I too celebrate my inaugural honeymoon with your Durgesh Dad?”

Muħammad Raħmān could not answer it.*

His parents were going to a Halloween party at their friend’s house, and his Ammī had left early to help get set up.

They were apparently going her friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s from work, and my head immediately shot to images of Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān who came over almost every week and I knew pretty well.

This Nādirah Åzīm’s friend was an absolute bombshell.

She was in her 30s, but she was incredibly fit and she was one of the hottest Musalmān women I’d ever recently met.

She was average height but she had killer Musalmān tits and an ass gorgeous Musalmān to die for.

I’d imagined fucking her many times over the course of our acquaintance, and every time I met her, she winked at me, seemingly knowing something I didn’t.

I walked upstairs to my room, trying to picture what slutty costume she’d be wearing for Halloween, dreaming about one day being able to hit that.

She was married, though.

“Too bad,” I thought to myself.

I was set for a pretty interesting day with Nādirah Åzīm’s beautiful Musalmān lady friends, and reserved myself to messing around in my room, when after a few hours, I heard the phone ring.

I walked out of my room to get the phone, when the ringing stopped.

I stepped down the stairs and saw Muħammad Raħmān had answered it. I overheard what Muħammad Raħmān was saying.

“Are you sure you need me?” Muħammad Raħmān asked the voice on the phone, probably some work friend on the phone.

“Yeah, you’re right. That’s a pretty big account. We can’t afford to have anything happen. I’ll come down there tonight. Just let me get my things in order. I can be there in a few hours.” He continued, replying to a voice I couldn’t hear.

Apparently Muħammad Raħmān’s work needed him for something.

Muħammad Raħmān hung up the phone and turned around, seeing me on the staircase.

“Dad! There you are!” he said, walking toward me.

“What’s up, Muħammad Raħmān?” I asked, wondering what had happened.

“Oh, nothing. A client got cold feet and wants to be rewalked through everything. I have to go down to the property in Copperopolis. It’s a few hours away. I probably won’t be back until late tomorrow night.”

“Oh nonsense, really? That sucks… What about your party with Nādirah Åzīm?” I asked, wondering what he planned to do.

“Yeah, about that. I was gonna ask you if you’d go for me and tell your over ethical immensely conservative Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter in law, your Bahū Bégum, that claims she is too ethical to have sex even with you the supreme successful Sex Therapist nowadays. Haha. She is crazy. She thinks I really believe it. Even if she is really as foolish as she really never enjoy the unique sexual bliss only you can provide I don’t think you too are as a damn fool as to leave her without fucking until now. She is herself too beautiful to leave her without. Go fuck her and tell her I couldn’t come. I know she’ll just wanna leave if she has to be there by herself, but I could tell she was looking forward to it. Would you mind going there for me, and staying for a bit so she can enjoy herself? I know it’s Nādirah Åzīm’s friends and it’s kind of a drag, but you’d be doing me a huge favor.” Muħammad Raħmān explained.*

Asmā Salmān reached down and rubbed my Uncut Hindu Dick, “”Well the boys have all left for the airport to get back for their finals and the wedding party is either passed out drunk in their rooms or…:otherwise occupied. It’s just you me and Saåīdah Zāfar who’s over there, helping the DJ pack up. We have to get all the wedding gifts home.”

Asmā Salmān gestured to the mountainous stack of brightly wrapped boxes of all shapes and sizes that overflowed the two gift tables we had set up.

I looked at the stack of presents and nodded.

“Yeah, I don’t think they’ll all fit in the Mercedes. Maybe we should have brought the Land Rover.”

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife refrained from saying I told you so, but isn’t quite able to keep the smug look off her face.

However, if we had brought the Land Rover, I would be sober, or we would be spending the night in the hotel, since she refuses to drive it.

“Saåīdah Zāfar, stop flirting with him, and get over here.”, I shouted across the room at my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, who was still wearing her bridesmaid dress, making her look a lot older than her tender age of 18 years.

The dress was a bright crimson floor length gown, with a slit up the left leg that stopped just short of paradise.

The bodice was strapless, sleeveless with a deep V, and it squeezed and lifted making even the smallest bust look mouth watering.

The gown had rhinestones encircling the waist, creating the illusion of a belt.

Where the buckle would normally be was a large circle, reminiscent of the sun, with rhinestone rays fanning out drawing my eyes to the exposed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān flesh of the wearer.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told me the dress was so tight none of the bridesmaids could wear even the skimpiest of thongs, without having unsightly lines ruining the look.

I was very excited about that, until I realized my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter would also be going commando.

When I first saw the dress, the bodice and upper part of the skirt looked to be painted on, and then it flared out big enough to hide a person underneath. It was so tight and form fitting, that I asked my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, if it was painted on.

“No, silly, it warps around the wearer and there are several bra type fasteners to hold it closed. When it’s not wrapped around a body, it opens to be the size of a blanket.

“Durgesh!” Saåīdah Zāfar cried in whiny teenage voice.

She handed the DJ a piece of paper.

She walked over to me.

Before she could voice her complaint to me about being embarrassed, I told her,

“Go to the front desk and ask them to send a couple of bellhops in here with a few luggage racks, then show them what to load.”

Turning to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, I said, “Pull the car up the side door down the hall, so we don’t have to walk across the entire hotel. That should save time. Meanwhile I need to change.”

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, turned and left as I picked up my gym bag.

“Durgesh, why didn’t you tell me to bring a change of clothes?” Saåīdah Zāfar asked.

“Because I figured you’d be going home with the DJ.” I reply teasing her.

“Durgesh!” she said as I walked away laughing.

It was harder than I thought to get out of a tuxedo and into a pair of gym shorts and tee shirt when My Uncut Hindu Prick is rocking my world.

I finished the task, without setting any speed records, and then headed out to meet my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, to load the car.

Damn Al Muħammad Al Zāfar.

Sālā Badmåsh.

He left his wife and daughter to me because he had to attend a very important business meeting.

“But Zāfar,” I started to protest.

But he winked at me,

“You are my family Sex Therapist. Your Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān is your client. She is your responsibility now, not mine.”

I slapped him playfully.

As I walked by the bar, I stopped in and ordered three coffees to go.

It was already 1 a.m. and we had a two-hour drive home.

Moreover, I knew if my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, or I fell asleep, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, would be pissed.

If she fell asleep, we’d be dead.

When I arrived, there was already a huge pile of gifts to load.

“Thank God I played a lot a lot of Tetris” I joked to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, as I began to carefully load the gifts to make sure nothing was damaged.

After almost 40 minutes of loading the car, all the gifts were packed in but only the driver and front passenger seat were left open.

One package was tall and long but thin, and it separated the driver and passenger seats leaving only a few inches open close to the roof.

“Good job genius, now we have two seats for three people.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said condescendingly. “Where’s Saåīdah Zāfar going to sit?”

I stood up stretching my back and looked to see if there was any way to shift things around to free up just one more seat.

Throwing up my hands in despair, I told My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, “There’s no way to fit her in the car.”

“How about we tie some stuff to the roof?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said.

I shook my head.

“I don’t know what’s in the boxes and I don’t want anything damaged before it’s unwrapped.”

One of the bellhops who had been helping,..

Well, truth be told he was staring at My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and daughter, more than helping,

But I really couldn’t blame him.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was still one sexy lady, especially for a mom of a 5 extremely beautiful daughters, the oldest being 25.

Hell she always is carded when her daughters go out for drinks.

And my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, his beautiful daughter. She always was an attractive girl, but during her teen years, she blossomed into a real heartthrob.

She was 5’4” and I swore 3′ of that was legs.

She had an hourglass figure with 10 extra minutes just to make sure.

She had been asked several times to be a model by talent scouts, but she wanted to use her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān brains, not her equally excellent beautiful Musalmān body.

During the planning for the wedding I overheard My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told the dress maker her measurements, 36B-24-36, and I remember thinking My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter is built like a brick shit house, and was never ashamed.

Well, why the hell should I?

The truth was the truth after all.

Al Muħammad Al Zāfar was more an ultramodern Westerner than he was a Musalmān.

Damn the bastard.

Then I saw her in this dress.

I was jealous of every person who has to see my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter in this dress, because they could all imagine stripping it off her young sexy body and doing things to her no father should ever know about.

“What did you say?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked the bellboy bringing me out of my reverie.
“When my parents helped me move to college, he said, “we had a similar problem. There wasn’t enough room in the car for mom Dad and me. So I drove and mom rode on my father’s lap.”

“Wasn’t it weird to have your mom sit on your father’s lap when you were present and driving the car…?” Saåīdah Zāfar asked the young man, pausing for his name.

“Ħamīd”, he offered his hand smiling at her in a way that made me want to punch him in his face. “Not really, it was actually one of the best road trips I’ve ever taken. It brought mom and Dad closer than ever before.”

His smile was really beginning to creep me out, so I stepped in front of Saåīdah Zāfar and said,

“Well, that won’t work. My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, needs to drive, so she can’t sit on Saåīdah Zāfar’s lap.”

“Maybe Saåīdah Zāfar could drive and Your Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān could sit on your lap.”

“That would work, if Saåīdah Zāfar hadn’t failed her driving test four times.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told Ħamīd.

“I guess there’s only one solution.” Ħamīd said.

Ħamīd probably wouldn’t have suggested it if his brain wasn’t being preserved in alcohol. “Missy…Mom…Ma’am …” Ħamīd must have been drunker than I thought.

He wasn’t even sure what to call my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife,

“Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān drives and Saåīdah Zāfar sits on my lap.” I completed his sentence furiously.

“EWWW Durgesh…” she cried at the suggestion.

“Look honey…” I started to say, wanting to get my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter away from the drunken leeches that were coming back from the local bars and leering at her, as they slowly walked into the hotel, but Ħamīd interrupted.

“Saåīdah Ma’am, I felt the same way. But by the time the ride was over, my mom and my father were closer than ever. They visit me at least once a week, and I look forward to their visits. I’m sure it’ll do the same thing for you and Durgesh Sir.”

“Fuck it, I’m tired and want to get this dress off and get to bed. Let’s go.” Saåīdah Zāfar shouted.

Ħamīd gave me another of his creepy smiles as I got into the passenger seat and patted my lap for my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter to join me.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, got in the car and started it up.

Looking over at her, I could barely see the top of her head over the package.

Once my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter was settled in my lap, I reached out to shut the door, and I heard Ħamīd said,

“Have fun, Sir.” and then winked at me.

“What the fuck, is he queer,” I wondered as I shut the door.

We drove off into the night as I struggled to get the seat belt over us.

I was having trouble because a pillow was stopping me from putting the tab into the buckle.

I was about to say something when I realized that the pillow was actually my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughters breast.

I froze in place not sure what to do.

Saåīdah Zāfar sat there not moving, as I let go of the seat belt realizing there was no way it would reach around two bodies.

Then the thought occurred to me that her knees must be pressed into the dashboard, so I reached under the seat to slide it back, forgetting about her dress.

All I found was a smooth soft supple leg as my hand got tangled in the material of the dress.

“Are you two okay over there?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, called out as we pulled onto the fairly empty interstate.

“Yeah Ammī, we’re fine.” Saåīdah Zāfar said with some amusement in her voice.

“How about you, honey, are you okay?” she asked me.

Saåīdah Zāfar twisted to look at me as I tried to formulate a reply and untangle my hand from her dress at the same time.

“I think Durgesh’s going nighty nice”, Saåīdah Zāfar said winking at me.

I felt her spread her legs a bit wider, and I was finally able to free my hand, but I was sure at some point I was rubbing her smooth Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān thigh.

“He better not, we still have to unload the car when we get home, and you know Durgesh. Once asleep nothing will wake him up.”

“I’m awake,” I said, “just lost in thought.”

“If either of you need a break, let me know. And I can stop in a rest area. Otherwise I plan on driving straight through.” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān said.

Suddenly the car swerved to avoid something in the road, and Saåīdah Zāfar in her silk dress was sliding all over my lap.

The friction of her young adult Musalmān body on that part of mine, had the expected results.

“Don’t you dare…” I thought as Uncut Hindu Cock started coming to life.

Saåīdah Zāfar started to rock her hips, to get back into a comfortable position, which increased the attention my trouser snake was paying to the situation.

I groaned in annoyance as she planted her young Musalmān ass cheeks right on my now half erect Uncut Hindu Cock.

I tried to shift my hips so her body wouldn’t be rubbing against me, which only caused more rubbing.

“Durgesh, what’s that, it wasn’t there before?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter asked.

“What’s what honey?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked.

“It’s nothing darling.”, I said not wanting My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, or daughter to know I was getting a hard on.

To My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, I said, “I had something in my pocket that was making Saåīdah Zāfar uncomfortable. If she lifts up off me for a second, I can fix it.

Saåīdah Zāfar pushed herself up off my Hindu male lap causing the split in her gown to open wider and expose a generous expanse of her smooth Musalmān thigh.

I wasn’t shocked at how tan and toned her thigh was, however.

I had enjoyed millions of them already, and still enjoying.

My Bhogchakr managed to produce always such conditions.

Holding herself up I could easily see the muscles in her leg supporting her.

That wasn’t what I needed to see at that time, it just encouraged me to grow some more.

Grateful for the way her gown draped over my lap, I slid my hands into my shorts and forced my swollen Uncut Hindu Dick to rest between my legs.

Before the adjustment was complete, one of her hands slipped and she collapsed onto me.

Her ass could feel my hand and her head whipped around to look at me realizing that the lump she felt was the one that was visiting her mother’s womb nowadays for her Sex Therapy.

Her skin turned as red as her dress and she stopped moving trapping my hand in my shorts, holding my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Umm Saåīdah Zāfar…” I said not sure what to say in this situation.

She quickly lifted herself up letting me free my hand, but my Uncut Hindu Dick was still pressing into her derriere.

Instead of trying to position herself for minimal contact, she seemed to be intentionally using her gorgeous Musalmān ass to encourage it to grow more.

What a family.

She too was enjoying it instead of being embarrassed.

I sat there trying to be a good family friend and Sex Therapist as she rubbed my Uncut Hindu Cock impishly deliberately through our clothes.

She spread her legs even wider so I could see almost her entire leg.

My Uncut Hindu Dick was beginning to throb under her, and Saåīdah Zāfar gasped as it started to poke up into her soft round Musalmān globes of flesh.

Saåīdah Zāfar had been sitting mostly upright this whole time, but now that my Uncut Hindu Dick and her gorgeous Musalmān ass were getting so well acquainted, she leaned back against me, and at that Moment, I realized that the gown was not designed to protect modesty.

Looking down over her shoulder, I could clearly see the swell of her breasts and even part of her areola.

That was all it took.

My Uncut Hindu Dick sprang and became rather insistent that it be freed.

My hands involuntarily wrapped around her waist.

Saåīdah Zāfar smiled at her victory, took my right hand in hers and put it on her inner thigh under the gown.

When I felt the forbidden flesh, I bent my head down and took a deep breath of her sweet smelling hair as my Hindu male body began to react like a man’s body instead of a family friend’s.

My hand started to rub and caress her beautiful smooth Musalmān thigh, as my mouth found her neck and began to kiss it.

“Mmmm” she moaned as I lightly nipped her tender skin.

She offered no resistance so far, even though part of her brain was screaming that this is not something a family friend should be doing to his friend’s daughter, but a bigger part of her was saying shut the fuck up and see how far you can go with this sexy young adult Musalmān teenager.

My hand moved up her thigh, and I could feel the heat from her unprotected little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

My Hindu male body shuddered in pleasure.

Saåīdah Zāfar brought both her hands to her chest and began to squeeze her breasts.

I was encouraged by watching her.

I slid my hand up and found her pussy.

I was shocked it was so wet, and I started to caress it with my fingers.

“Ohh, that’s so nice Durgesh, please don’t stop.” Saåīdah Zāfar moaned as I found her distended Musalmān clit and began to rub it.

“What feels nice?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked.

“Durgesh is massaging me, and it feels wonderful. I don’t want him to stop.” Saåīdah Zāfar said as she took my other hand and placed it on her soft firm breast.

“You better give me a massage when we get home, buster, or you won’t be getting what you want.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, teased me as we continued down the interstate.

“I will honey. I will.” I replied as my hand freed my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s right tit from her gown.

I just sit there mesmerized at the view of her perky young Musalmān tit flesh.

“You guys know I’m here, right?” Saåīdah Zāfar said. “I really don’t want to know about your bedroom stuff. That’s gross.”

I chuckled as I began to rub her exposed nipple, and My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, replied “Oh grow up Saåīdah Zāfar! Sex between two people who love each other is natural and normal, as you’ll learn one day.”

“Oh, I’ve had sex Ammī.”, My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter announced, as she pulled down her top freeing her other breast for me to play with, “I just don’t want to picture you two fucking.”

“Fair enough,” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said her voice strained, “Durgesh is our family Sex Therapist.

I knew her well enough to tell she was shocked that Saåīdah Zāfar wasn’t a virgin, and she was going to let the subject drop for now.

She would wait until she was alone with Saåīdah Zāfar and not so tired and then there would be hell to pay.

I felt no such restraint.

“You’re not a Virgin?” I asked in shock as I slid a finger into her pussy.

I was feeling mixed emotions at the Moment,

I was upset that some dirty nasty boy had used My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter for his pleasure, but on the other hand, it meant that maybe, just maybe she wasn’t a cock tease and I just might get to fuck her.

“OH Durgesh be real. I haven’t been a virgin since 9th grade.”

My Uncut Hindu Cock leapt in joy on hearing these words, and I slipped two fingers into her pussy, feeling her juices begin to freely flow. “So you’re a little slut.” I said teasing her as I pinched one nipple and then the other.

“No Durgesh, not a slut, just a Musalmān woman who loves a nice hard Uncut Hindu Cock in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.”

I could feel the atmosphere in the car change with those words.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, got very tense and stopped speaking.

Saåīdah Zāfar had basically invited me to fuck her, and to let her know I accepted, I pushed a third finger into her folds and began to finger fuck her.

As we drove down the highway in silence, I kept fingering her and playing with her exposed tits.

“What’s that Hindu Sex Therapist of mine doing?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked in her pissed bitch tone.

I yanked my hands off my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter cautious that somehow she had seen what I was doing.

I was trying to form a reply but Saåīdah Zāfar beat me too it.

“What Ammī?”

“The 18 wheeler next to us. He’s been pacing us for a few miles and it’s making me nervous.”

I looked out my window and sure enough, there’s a tractor-trailer right next to us.

I look up at the long bearded Musalmān driver who gave me a thumbs up and a big smile.

I realized he’s been watching my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and I fool around.

“I think he noticed your daughter, especially the way the gown enhances her.” I said to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.

Saåīdah Zāfar blushed when she realized she’s not only exposed to me but to any other travelers on the road.

Hurriedly she covered her breasts and tried to push my hand out of her dripping wet Musalmān pussy.

“Fucking pervert.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said and slammed on the brakes to let him pass us.

Then she moved behind the truck to protect her daughter’s modesty.

“I’m going to pull over at the next rest stop. Let him get a few miles ahead of us, and I need to use the restroom.”

“Okay dear.” I said, “I can stretch my legs.”

We pull into a rest area.

The truck side was packed full of big rigs, but the car area was empty.

No one was moving around.

We had the place to ourselves.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, parked the car and shut it off.

I pulled my hand out of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and she adjusted her gown to hide her leg.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked over to our side of the car, opened the car door and helped Saåīdah Zāfar out.

I climbed out with a groan, not realizing how stiff my legs had gotten.

“I’m going to take a walk and work out the kinks in my legs” I said, my face reddening at my words.

I hoped it escaped notice since we had parked in a dark area of the rest area.

“I’ll walk with Durgesh.” Saåīdah Zāfar said taking my hand in hers.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, nodded, turned and headed towards the bathrooms.

Saåīdah Zāfar led me deeper into the shadows, without a word squatted down, and pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She looked at it gently stroking it and I leaned back letting her.

She kissed the tip, then took the whole thing into her young beautiful adult Musalmān mouth and began to give me one of the most erotic blowjobs I ever experienced recently.

She wasn’t all that talented, but being half in the bag, combined with the multiple taboos made it so much better.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter made up for in enthusiasm what she lacked in experience.

I thought my Uncut Hindu Lund was hard before.

I was wrong.

It was stiff before, now it was hard.

I didn’t want to waste my load in her mouth.

I pulled myself out of her warm mouth and pulled her up.

I kissed her as I had never kissed any Musalmān woman recently since my Sex Therapy honeymoon. With her Ammī, my Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.

Decades of pent up passion were focused in this kiss.

The duel our tongues fought made the sword fight between Inigo Montoya and the Dread Pirate Roberts look like a square dance.

Regrettably, I broke the kiss and spun Saåīdah Zāfar around, so she could lean up against the wall.

I squatted down and with my hands, I pulled open her dress at the split.

I pulled it up so that her Just eighteen Just Adult young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was exposed to the cool night air and my intense Hindu gaze.

It was the cutest most perfect Just eighteen Just Adult young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot I had ever seen recently.

Wonderful.

Almost every day now, I was inaugurating millions of Just eighteen Just Adult new Musalmān Cunts.

Still Saåīdah Zāfar’s Just eighteen Just Adult young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was wonderful.

I, even the utmost experienced utmost successful Sex Therapist couldn’t deny it.

I couldn’t resist.

I buried my face in My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s sopping wet Musalmān pussy and began to kiss it all over.

She groaned out loud as my Uncut Hindu Lund began to probe her young Musalmān folds and explore the most intimate part of her body.

The clacking of heels on cement announced My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s imminent arrival and our probable getting caught. But I just couldn’t stop now.*

Chapter 44

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 42

Durgesh Āmnah Iqbāl

The first time Āmnah Iqbāl enjoyed Ashvinātam with Durgesh was when she was 28 years old.

She was a PhD already.

Durgesh was still living at home.

And why the hell shouldn’t he?

It was his own house.

Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t another option except to live with Durgesh.

Her husband had separated from her charging her that she had extramarital relations with her Hindu stepfather Durgesh.

She never had.

But that was the story of almost entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies that didn’t surrender to the unjustified demands of their Musalmān husband.

Musalmān?

Āmnah Iqbāl laughed sarcastically.

Were they really Musalmān?

If they were Musalmān what Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, Ħazrat Abū Bakar Siddīq^rz, Ħazrat Ůmar Fārūq^rz, Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanī^rz and Ħazrat Ålī^rz were?

The munāfiqīn!

They don’t deserve the pious name of Musalmīn even.

They are Pseudo Musalmīn.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allahu tåālā ånahā is right.

Āsif Muħammad was a Pakistani.

But not one of those Pakistanīs who were pride of Pakistan.

He deserted her ten years ago.

And that shattered whatever was left of her self-esteem.

Because of what he did to her, Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t been with a man since the day he left, sexually or otherwise.

The only man in her life now was her beloved Hindu stepfather in law, Durgesh.

So it may not be so surprising what eventually became of our already close relationship.

Most of the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies living in relationship with Durgesh have almost the same stories.

Their ex-husbands claim they were already after Durgesh’s infinite money and his ever infamous ever communal Hindu sex kicks.

It isn’t true.

It was never true.

Yet most of the Musalmīn never believed the truth.

Āsif Muħammad and his likewise Musalmān husbands actually themselves threw their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives into Durgesh’s Hindu lap.

Why?

Ask the bastards.

Ask the munāfiqīn.

The first day it happened Āmnah Iqbāl had barged in on me while I was fucking her best friend Al Tawaħīd Al Islam in my room.

Āmnah Iqbāl was bringing in some of my clothes into my room that Āmnah Iqbāl had just got through washing.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam apparently got so horny that she forgot to lock my door when Āmnah Iqbāl came barging into the room carrying the clothes basket.

I was fucking Al Tawaħīd Al Islam contently with my pants and boxer shorts around my knees and didn’t notice Āmnah Iqbāl in the room at first.

Then I gazed over at Āmnah Iqbāl standing in the doorway of my bedroom with this horrified look in her beautiful young Musalmān eyes.

“Āmnah Iqbāl!” I yelled at her as Al Tawaħīd Al Islam tried to cover ourselves with pushing her glorious Musalmān ass into my nude Hindu lap.

Āmnah Iqbāl didn’t think it was such a big deal herself.

Āmnah Iqbāl was well aware of what I did in the privacy of my own room and wasn’t shocked at all by me doing this.

But Āmnah Iqbāl was understandably embarrassed because, hey, what I want beautiful Musalmān houseladies catching me fucking their beautiful Musalmān lady friends?

Āmnah Iqbāl just turned her head to the side and remarked casually, “Oops, sorry!”

Āmnah Iqbāl was about to walk out of my room and let me finish up, but, something inside of Āmnah Iqbāl made her turn back around and have a second look.

Āmnah Iqbāl probably should’ve just turned around and walked out of her stepfather in law’s room altogether without looking back, but Āmnah Iqbāl had to take just one more peek.

And that’s when it all started.

Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t seen a man’s penis since her ex-husband left her and subsequently divorced her for he couldn’t provide Āmnah Iqbāl optimum sex.

So Āmnah Iqbāl wasn’t prepared at all to see her stepfather in law’s fully extended Uncut Hindu Penis in action into Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Āmnah Iqbāl guessed I thought Āmnah Iqbāl was walking out of my room because we had stopped trying to cover ourselves, when Āmnah Iqbāl started to turn around to initially leave my room.

Or maybe, just maybe, I wanted Āmnah Iqbāl to see my schlong. Whatever the reason, when Āmnah Iqbāl turned back around to have her peek, Āmnah Iqbāl could clearly see my hard, throbbing Uncut Hindu Dick visiting vehemently Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s beautiful young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, from where Āmnah Iqbāl was standing.

And it turned Āmnah Iqbāl on!

What a penis!

Allah Allah!

Māshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

Āmnah Iqbāl dropped the clothes basket on the floor and slowly began to stride across the floor to her sexy, well-endowed Hindu stepfather in law.

Āmnah Iqbāl couldn’t seem to take her eyes off her Hindu stepfather in law’s utmost handsome utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock.

Āmnah Iqbāl sat down on the edge of my bed still staring at my big, handsome Uncut Hindu Cock still going into, coming out and again vanishing into her best friend, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

I glanced up at her face and saw that Āmnah Iqbāl was looking away from me.

Her face flushed and her mouth was quivering slightly.

I obviously couldn’t stop fucking her friend.

It wasn’t possible at all.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam needed it very much.

I looked bravely at Āmnah Iqbāl.

I wasn’t doing anything unjust.

Why the hell should I be ashamed of consequently?

Yes, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam left the door unlocked from inside.

So what?

How the hell was I responsible for it?

Āmnah Iqbāl was so embarrassed and flustered at having her gaze upon me in such a lustful, lascivious way.

Or maybe Āmnah Iqbāl was excited at having a grown woman, even my own stepdaughter in law, admiring me the way Āmnah Iqbāl was doing for probably the first time in her young life.

My Uncut Hindu Dick was certainly excited!

Āmnah Iqbāl gazed back down at my throbbing Hindu member and found herself literally drooling the more she kept staring at me.

Āmnah Iqbāl finally reached out with her hand and gently touched the middle of my prick with the tips of her fingers.

Her touch caused it to throb that much more.

Āmnah Iqbāl immediately pulled her hand back as if Āmnah Iqbāl had just touched a rattlesnake!

She gasped as she put her hand to her chest, still not taking her eyes off my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Āmnah Iqbāl gazed up at me one more time.

Then Āmnah Iqbāl did something I’d never thought Āmnah Iqbāl would do to her own Hindu stepfather in law.

Her body trembled slightly as Āmnah Iqbāl lowered herself down until her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips were almost touching my Uncut Hindu Cock, still vanishing into her best friend’s young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Before I realized what Āmnah Iqbāl was even doing, Āmnah Iqbāl smelled my Uncut Hindu Cock as if Āmnah Iqbāl were sniffing a rose.

Āmnah Iqbāl moaned at the sweet, innocent Hindu smell of my utmost experienced still in action Uncut Hindu manhood.

“Oh, Durgesh,” She moaned out to me as Āmnah Iqbāl sniffed both my Uncut Hindu Cock and her best friend’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, “Your Uncut Hindu Cock smells so good!”

“Because it’s anointed with your best friend, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s immensely fragrant Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices.” I smiled.

“Nonsense,” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed, “Your Uncut Hindu Cock always radiates the ever best fragrance of your Stavans and your other positive deeds according to Ved/Hindutv into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.”

“If it isn’t visiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts mostly it hadn’t been so fragrant.”

“I think you both are correct.” Āmnah Iqbāl said.

She then heard her best friend moaning along with me while Āmnah Iqbāl was sniffing me up and down.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was clearly more turned on by what Āmnah Iqbāl was doing to me just like Āmnah Iqbāl suspected Āmnah Iqbāl was.

This, in turn, made Āmnah Iqbāl even more turned on . . . and incredibly horny!

Āmnah Iqbāl scooped up our junction, which were just as impressive as the organ they lay under, with her hand and slowly ran the tip of her first finger up and down my extended Hindu shaft.

After playing with me like this for the next minute or so, Āmnah Iqbāl grabbed my cock in the middle and slowly started to stroke it.

This obviously felt really good to me because I started to hump her hand as well as her best friend.

Āmnah Iqbāl gripped my prick tighter as I fucked her hand and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam harder.

“Oh, Āmnah Iqbāl,” I moaned out to her as I kept fucking her hand and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam. “That feels so good!”

Her breathing grew heavier the faster I humped her hand.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam opened my mouth and started to wail out loudly.

Āmnah Iqbāl looked down and could see come droplets forming at the tip of my penis.

Āmnah Iqbāl knew that was a clear sign that a man was about to ejaculate.

Āmnah Iqbāl reached up with her free hand and pulled my shirt up to my neck because the last thing Āmnah Iqbāl wanted was to clean a big come stain out of her stepfather in law’s shirt!

It only took a few more seconds for me to shoot a straight line of come inside Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Not taking her eyes off my face as I came.

I kept humping her hand as I kept shooting my load into Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.

Her wails soon turned into soft moans as I started to settle down a bit.

Āmnah Iqbāl looked back down at my penis and saw that, except for a few clear droplets, I had stopped ejaculating.

Āmnah Iqbāl removed her hand from around my softening penis and noticed that some of my Hindu sperm had splattered onto her beautiful Musalmān hand.

Āmnah Iqbāl lifted her hand up to her face and did something that Āmnah Iqbāl had never even done with her husband:

Āmnah Iqbāl stuck out her tongue and licked every drop of her Hindu stepfather in law’s Hindu semen from off her hand.

It tasted hot and salty . . . and tasted good!

Āmnah Iqbāl decided Āmnah Iqbāl wanted to taste some more of my Hindu spunk.

Āmnah Iqbāl bent over once again and proceeded to lick my come that had shot from my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Not taking her tongue off my body once as Āmnah Iqbāl was licking me off,

She gazed into her stepfather in law’s eyes when Āmnah Iqbāl reached the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I looked down at Āmnah Iqbāl and gave her a rather lustful smile.

Āmnah Iqbāl gave me her own lusty grin as she finished cleaning me off with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue.

However, when Āmnah Iqbāl bent down to kiss me, she turned her head away from me before reaching my Hindu male lips.

I guess it was difficult for Āmnah Iqbāl to fully accept what had just happened between us.

I gave her a light peck on the cheek.

Āmnah Iqbāl got up off my bed and finally walked out of my room, closing the door behind me.*

I didn’t come out of my room the rest of the night.

When I got up the next morning, Āmnah Iqbāl was already in the bathroom getting ready.

After some time, Āmnah Iqbāl was sitting at the kitchen table having her morning cup of coffee when she saw me walking towards the door in a hurry.

I was probably hoping Āmnah Iqbāl wouldn’t notice me leave.

Well, Āmnah Iqbāl did.

“Durgesh,” Āmnah Iqbāl called out to me, “come into the kitchen for a minute, would you please, my love?”

I stopped at the door, my hand almost touching the doorknob, then I slowly turned and walked into the kitchen.

Āmnah Iqbāl was standing away from me not even batting an eye in her general direction.

Her face was flushed just like it was the day before when we . . . well, you know!. . .

And her body was shaking a little.

Āmnah Iqbāl smiled at her own nervousness as Āmnah Iqbāl said to me in a playful, teasing way,

“Come over here and talk to Āmnah Iqbāl. I promise Āmnah Iqbāl won’t bite you.” Āmnah Iqbāl shrugged as she added teasingly, “Well, not unless you ask me to!”

I paused for a brief Moment before I very confidently stepped over and stood in front of Āmnah Iqbāl, still looking at Āmnah Iqbāl bravely.

Hell, why shouldn’t have I?

I hadn’t done anything wrong.

If anything wrong was done even, it was done by Āmnah Iqbāl herself, not by me.

It was natural for me that I fucked her best friend, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.

Āmnah Iqbāl turned in her chair to the side and looked up at me.

“Durgesh, now you were not going to leave me alone here after you, without saying goodbye to your Āmnah Iqbāl, now were you? Even if I have done something wrong.” Āmnah Iqbāl said to me, taunting me a little.

“Certainly not, my dear,” I smiled, “I don’t think you did anything wrong.”
“Good! Thank you.” Āmnah Iqbāl smiled at me in mock enthusiasm.

She looked straight at my Hindu crotch and noticed the big protrusion between my legs.

I was wearing a pair of baggy shorts pulled down with the top of my white underwear sticking out, which was the style among teens today.

In Āmnah Iqbāl’s opinion, I had apparently done this in an attempt to hide my bulging Hindu package.

She guessed I couldn’t even look at Āmnah Iqbāl now without getting a hard-on!

Āmnah Iqbāl was feeling her confidence level rise just like her Hindu stepfather in law’s penis, and this, in turn, made Āmnah Iqbāl bolder.

She placed her hand in the crotch of my shorts and began to rub her stepfather in law’s engorged Uncut Hindu Dick.

“Mmmm,” Āmnah Iqbāl cooed as Āmnah Iqbāl was feeling me up, “is this for Āmnah Iqbāl, my love?”

“What the hell else do you think, Sālī?” I smiled bravely winking at her.

“Well,” Āmnah Iqbāl began, “Āmnah Iqbāl will just have to take care of this, won’t she?”

I said nothing as Āmnah Iqbāl pulled down my shorts and then my underwear.

My pecker nearly hit Āmnah Iqbāl in the face as it popped out of my underwear.

Āmnah Iqbāl glazed over my cock for a Moment like Āmnah Iqbāl did the day before when Āmnah Iqbāl saw my rock-hard, well-hung Uncut Hindu Penis visiting her best friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt for the first time.

Āmnah Iqbāl took it in her hand and began to stroke it more forcefully than the way Āmnah Iqbāl had yesterday.

I started to moan aloud the harder Āmnah Iqbāl stroked me.

Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her beautiful red crimson young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips around the head of my Uncut Hindu Prick and began to suck off me.

Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her other hand around my shaft and started to beat me off with both hands as she took more and more of my Uncut Hindu Penis into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I was so large and well-endowed that Āmnah Iqbāl was only able to a little more than half of me inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

But that was okay judging by my rather passionate reaction to Āmnah Iqbāl giving me head.

Besides, Āmnah Iqbāl was still able to take care of the rest of my Uncut Hindu Cock with her beautiful Musalmān hands.

I began to thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth a little and fuck Āmnah Iqbāl’s throat similar to the way I’d done her hand in my bedroom the day before.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head bobbed up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund as I thrust my pelvis back and forth a little bit more as if Āmnah Iqbāl was trying to keep up with me.

Āmnah Iqbāl took my Uncut Hindu Prick out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as she lifted it up and sucked on my balls.

This caused me to throw my head back and wail out even more as Āmnah Iqbāl bit, pulled and sucked on my two big and hairy balls with her beautiful red crimson young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and teeth.

Āmnah Iqbāl let go of my nuts and asked me while Āmnah Iqbāl stroked my cock with one hand,

“Do you like what Āmnah Iqbāl is doing to you? Are you enjoying yourself, Durgesh?”

“Yes, Āmnah Iqbāl, why not? I’m not impotent. I love it very much myself, mérī Jān.” I groaned, my head still thrown back in ecstasy.

“Good, Allah térā lakh lakh shukr hai.” Āmnah Iqbāl said again, this time with genuine enthusiasm.

Āmnah Iqbāl slipped my Uncut Hindu Penis back into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and sucked and masturbated me with both hands again to finish me off.

As Āmnah Iqbāl had expected, it didn’t take long as my wails and moans turned into near-screams as I sprayed into Āmnah Iqbāl’s extremely busy working mouth and filled Āmnah Iqbāl’s mouth with my thick, burning Hindu semen.

Āmnah Iqbāl held her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth wide open so Āmnah Iqbāl could catch my escaping Hindu sperm that I was shooting into her mouth and beat me off so hard and so fast that I thought Āmnah Iqbāl was going to pull my dick right off my body!

I shot such a huge load, as a matter of fact, that it caused Āmnah Iqbāl to remark lustfully to me,

“Allah, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you sure were saving a big load for Āmnah Iqbāl, weren’t you, stepfather in law?”

“Sure, Āmnah Iqbāl,” I said smiling as I finished coming.

Āmnah Iqbāl removed her hands from my penis, and licked and swallowed every bit of my Hindu jizz, just like Āmnah Iqbāl did before, that had splattered her hands.

Āmnah Iqbāl stood up from her chair, pulled up my shorts and underwear and whispered to me in my ear,

“When you get back home from your Sex Therapy this afternoon, Āmnah Iqbāl will have a big surprise waiting for you.”

Before I was able to respond to what she’d just told me, Āmnah Iqbāl kissed me very passionately on the lips.
Āmnah Iqbāl finished kissing her Hindu stepfather in law as she gave me one last lusty smile.

I patted Āmnah Iqbāl on the ass and told her,

“Now I’d better get to my Sex Therapy clients. You don’t want me to be late there, do you, darling?”*

I walked in through the front door and started calling out for Āmnah Iqbāl.

“Āmnah Iqbāl,” I called out, “Āmnah Iqbāl, where are you?”

I looked in every room in the house and finally found Āmnah Iqbāl lying on my bed in my room.

The surprise I’d told me about was that Āmnah Iqbāl was lying completely nude on my bed ready to give me the best, and very likely the first, fuck of my life.

I stopped and stood in the doorway to my room when I saw Āmnah Iqbāl on my bed in her naked state.

“Welcome home, Durgesh,” Āmnah Iqbāl said to me in a lascivious tone. “Āmnah Iqbāl’s been waiting for you.”

Like I did that morning in the kitchen before I went to Sex Therapy, I just stood there gaping at her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān nakedness. Āmnah Iqbāl could see my cock immediately springing to life inside my baggy shorts.

I knew, we both knew, that this would be an experience that I, that neither of us, would forget for a long, long time.

After the initial shock finally wore off, I marched over to the bed where Āmnah Iqbāl was lying and took off my clothes.

Āmnah Iqbāl laughed at me when I nearly fell over, as Āmnah Iqbāl was taking off my clothes.

Āmnah Iqbāl was so excited just like a little kid on Eīdul Fitr morning!

I laughed along with Āmnah Iqbāl as she removed my final article of clothing and eagerly hopped into bed with Āmnah Iqbāl.

I laid on top of Āmnah Iqbāl and gazed down at her with an unmistakable lustful gleam in my eye.

I wanted to fuck Āmnah Iqbāl and fuck her bad!
Āmnah Iqbāl reached down with one hand and slowly guided my fully-aroused Uncut Hindu Cock into her wet, waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina.

We both moaned as I entered Āmnah Iqbāl.

I knew with this being my first time with her, Āmnah Iqbāl wouldn’t be a gentle lover, but I didn’t mind.

As a matter of fact, Āmnah Iqbāl wanted to get her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān twat pounded by her Hindu stepfather in law.

Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t been with a man in so long.

And I didn’t disappoint Āmnah Iqbāl as I filled Āmnah Iqbāl to the hilt with my long, hard Uncut Hindu Lund and pummeled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as if this would be the last fuck of my life, which, of course, Āmnah Iqbāl would make sure it wasn’t going to be.

Being an extremely well-endowed ever young Hindu man, I was hitting places inside of her that had never been touched before by any man, and that especially goes for her short-dicked Musalmān husband, Arraħīm Arraħmān!

Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her beautiful nude Musalmān legs around my ankles and sank her fingernails deep into the flesh of my ass as I continued to give Āmnah Iqbāl the fuck of her life!

Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her hands around the back of my head and drew me closer towards her as Āmnah Iqbāl whispered groaningly in my ear, “You can come inside of me if you want to, my Hindu stepfather in law. My Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

Āmnah Iqbāl was past the situation where Āmnah Iqbāl had to worry about getting pregnant.

Āmnah Iqbāl let me know what it feels like to come inside her.

And, with this being my first time with her and all, Āmnah Iqbāl knew it would take long for me to come.

I would fuck her nonstop as if to infinity.

Āmnah Iqbāl had prepared herself for it mentally.

And it really went on to be so.

Hours of my nonstop sexual Hindu assault on Āmnah Iqbāl were passing now.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was nonstop vanishing into Āmnah Iqbāl’s more ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to the hilt, coming out of it till only its head was inside, then again vanishing into Āmnah Iqbāl’s more ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to the hilt.

The same action was being repeated nonstop for hours.

Āmnah Iqbāl wondered how much I wanted to fuck her.

It seemed I would fuck her until we both exist.

Āmnah Iqbāl clawed her fingernails deeper into my ass flesh and waited for me to shoot my Hindu load inside Āmnah Iqbāl.

Ultimately, I raised my head and groaned out as I shot load after heavy load of my Hindu semen into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Her vagina obviously couldn’t handle the entire Hindu load as much of my jism spilled out of her Musalmān Cunt and flowed down the inside of her thighs.

“Oh, Durgesh,” Āmnah Iqbāl groaned along with me, “that’s it! Shoot your wonderful Hindu come inside me! Come inside me! Come inside Āmnah Iqbāl!”

I kept fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot until Āmnah Iqbāl was completely spent.

I fell down in a heap on top of her and we laid there in bed for Āmnah Iqbāl didn’t know how long until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

After our first time together, Āmnah Iqbāl taught me once again many things about how to please a Musalmān woman and give her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body immense pleasure:

Āmnah Iqbāl taught me once again not only how to fuck a Musalmān woman, but how to kiss a Musalmān woman’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, how to rim a Musalmān woman’s gorgeous Musalmān asshole, how to administer foreplay, how to kiss a Musalmān woman that will send shivers up and down her spine and make her want to jump your bones, all of it.

And I, naturally, was a more than willing student once more to please her at least.

For a special present, Āmnah Iqbāl even let me fuck her in her gorgeous Musalmān ass, which was something else Āmnah Iqbāl had never let any other man, including her no-account Musalmān husband, do to her before.

I went to Sex Therapy, met beautiful Musalmān lady clients and eventually fucked all of them.

Āmnah Iqbāl couldn’t say Āmnah Iqbāl wasn’t at least a little jealous by this, but, hey, I can’t keep fucking only Āmnah Iqbāl forever, can I?

But, on my busy days, Āmnah Iqbāl made sure to remind me that, if I ever ran into troubles with my Musalmān lady clients, my Musalmān live in relationship partners, my Musalmān lady friends, I can always come home to Āmnah Iqbāl to get support from her even out of the way.

I kept fucking her always as vehemently as she wanted me to.

Chapter 43

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Durgesh Al Tawaħīd Al Islam

Chapter 41

Durgesh Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb

It was just past midnight.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was now 19 and an adult acting on her own accord.

She took my hand and led me back to the dance floor.

We danced a slow loving embrace.

My ever indomitable Hindu erection was pushing into her young Musalmān tummy and she swayed to the music adding a more sensual movement against me.

After we danced, she said,

“Durgesh, take me to your bed.”

I led her down the stairwell toward my stateroom, when we were standing outside the door; she said, “Carry me to our bed.”

I opened the door, picked her up into my arms, carried her to the bed, and set her down.

She said,

“Just a Moment.”

She stood up and said,

“I know you like to play rough and so here I am you can do whatever you like starting right now. Ammī said you like to tear clothing and to use force, so do whatever you want. Take me anyway any hole anything you want, I am your slut, if you don’t accept me too your respected wife, as you have kindly honored my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān!”

“Nonsense! I never dishonored any Musalmān Beauty irrespective of her age. If she is steady to choose me as her sex partner, I never dishonor her ultimate decision to oblige me. You have to think, once more at least, whether it’s a temporary lust or life decision.”

She watched me teasingly.

“If I say it’s only a temporary lust you won’t oblige me?”

“Never. Nevertheless, I’d try to explain to you its consequences. You don’t have experience enough to anticipate them clearly.”

“Ammī said you are ever best in sex.”

“I see. You want sex?”

“I love sex even more than my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān does. I love to watch you both when you fuck my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.”

“What?”

“You never caught me, while my Ammī did.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled.

“I can’t believe you.”

“You have to. You have the utmost handsome unique Uncut Hindu Penis. My Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān has an utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I love to watch your utmost handsome Uncut Hindu Penis vanishing into my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.”

“I can’t blame you.” I sighed, “Even your Abbū, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah, watches it immensely fascinated when I fuck your extremely beautiful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.”

“Why do you still call her ‘Bhābhījān’, while she never accepted any platonic relationship with you ever?” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me, teasingly.”

“My relationship with anyone doesn’t depend on what s/he thinks of me. It depends on what s/he actually needs from me. I am a Sex Therapist actually that’s curing your Ammī from her mental sickness.”

“A very good pretext to fuck us beautiful Musalmān houseladies without getting any guilty psychosis.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam winked at me, “Ammī praises you for it. You fuck almost entire beautiful educated Musalmān houseladies yet you are never guilty for it because you never fuck them to enjoy sex with them. You always fuck them to cure them from their mental sickness. Wow! I can’t blame the Musalmīn that they never believed you. Who the hell would ever?”
I had to stop and think about what was about to happen.

I reached down, kissed her hard on the mouth, and forced my tongue into her waiting mouth as my hands reached around and found her open back gown.

I ripped as fast and hard as I could.

I tore the gown from back to front and up and down her body.

I took a step back and saw her dress still clinging to parts of her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body as I felt the need to kiss every part of her.

I knelt in front of my little princess, I slowly removed the remaining pieces of her torn gown and everywhere I pulled cloth, I replaced with a tinder kiss.

As I removed the cloth from her breasts, I kissed licked and squeezed her nipples.

The areolas were a shade darker than her golden brown skin with the perky nipples pointing up at an angle as if to stare at the dim lights above us.

Each kiss, twist or nibble she would moan and shiver as if she was ready to orgasm, but holding back.

Then she started talking between each labored breath saying,

“Durgesh, I am a good girl but the time is right, and look out because I will be so good at being bad!” she added, “Ammī told me you would be pleased if you were my first and I hope she was right!”

I froze when those words sank into my head.

I looked up at her and said,

“May I look at one of your tapes to see what your Ammī was thinking before we go any farther?”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said,

“Ammī thought you would want to know and she said if this night came then I was to give you this tape.”

She walked toward the desk.

She picked up a tape that was on it and placed it in the VRC.

Then she walked back to the bed, lay down, and made room for me.

It was Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, telling me that she had trained Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, as best she could from where she was and hoped that I would finish that training.

She added that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would fill me in on all the details, but not tonight.

I turned toward the beauty in the bed with me and kissed her genteelly but with more passion than a father and daughter should.

I as moved from her lips to her cheeks placing kisses as I went.

I nibbled her ears, trailing down her slender neck and once again her breasts.

Squeezing, each one when not kissing or sucking, switching to the other savoring her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān form.

They seemed to be so sensitive to my touch.

My hands were slowly tracing from her tits down to her sides.

I was making love to every part of her young tender Musalmān body.

I reached her private area and inhaled the aroma of her perfect young utmost sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān honey hole.

I massaged her legs I tried to resist touching her most secret place, but the moister was clearly flowing and adding her scent to the pleasure, was making my traveling more difficult.

I placed my left hand on her clean-shaven perfect Musalmān mound and almost came from the darling softness of it.

She took my hand with both of hers, guiding it toward her perfect Musalmān clit and gently tried to move my hand on her hard little Musalmān button.

I knew what she wanted but I just applied pressure to her perfect Musalmān clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

When she would try to grind I would stop with the pressure and then she would whimper but stop trying to force my actions.

I reached her knees and continued to apply gentle kisses over every inch of her pushing her toward the edge.

Never stopping for too long but spending time learning how her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body would respond.

When she stopped grinding, I would start once again press on her perfect Musalmān clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock that was never too far from that magic little pleasure dome until she would start to grind again.

I knew that her frustration was building and I wanted her to enjoy the release when I finally allowed her.

She had been on a sacred Islamic mission and had used even a drug, Viagra, on me to entice the mood.

And I was playing with her, as my way of saying, do not do that.

A lesson she would learn soon to me again.

I slowly kissed my way back up her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and spreading her legs as I did.

When I was about an inch from her young virgin extremely beautiful smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, I stopped all movement, just looked at the swollen pink lips of her Musalmān labia.

And gently allowed my breath to sweep across her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Using my left hand, I pulled up on the hood that covered her perfect Musalmān clit and let the airflow over it.

Shivering as if an earthquake was engulfing her, she started to beg for more, crying out for more.

When suddenly I covered her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with my male Hindu mouth and shot my passionate kiss onto her with one swift movement.

She screamed and came at that very Moment.

Her legs clamped together around my head and bestowed my mouth with the sweetest young fresh unkissed extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Still I used my Uncut Hindu Cock to fuck her.

As she was in cum mode her juices were flowing so heavy that my Uncut Hindu Cock was bathing in it all.
My Uncut Hindu Cock still had very little contact with her perfect Musalmān clit and I knew that I was going to make her my own forever once I finished.

She would also tell everyone:

‘Once with Durgesh,

All the rest is trash.’

Her legs started to relax as she came down and in her mind.

She had had the best orgasm ever, but I was not done.

I grabbed her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and forced them apart.

I moved up about half an inch and clamped down on her perfect Musalmān clit.

And she lifted off the bed, was immediately pushed back down and held so she could not move away from my prying Uncut Hindu Cock and the fucking of her perfect Musalmān clit.

Her cum was coming again.

She screamed and went silent with no movement at all.

She had passed out.

It wasn’t easy for a nineteen years old Musalmān young lady to bear the ever first fucking of my Sixty Seven years old, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock.

While she was resting, I decided that I should get undressed fully for our next session, taking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān virginity!

That was now my Specialty.

They claimed only Durgesh can take anyone’s virginity without harming her even infinitesimal.

They believed it so much that the entire medical experts were suggesting now everyone to hire me medically to do it perfectly.

Every educated rich family that could afford my fee was arranging it without any fail.

They said,

“If you really love your daughter, call Durgesh to take her virginity perfectly medically and let her remain in Durgesh’s constant medical observation for at least one year so that she can be habitual of perfect sex.”

It gave birth to the Inaugural Honeymoon with every Just eighteen Just Adult I took whose virginity.
When she started moving I looked at her, tears were running down her cheeks.

She looked at me and asked,

“What happened, Durgesh? Did I miss anything? Did we fuck?”

My answer was,

“Not yet exactly, my Princess. I wanted you to be awake and conscious when that happens, I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.” I added, “Please do not ever slip any drug into my food or drink again, even if you think it might help.”

Then I laughed and gave her a tender hug.

I was on my side facing her, with my Uncut Hindu Cock still resting on her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thigh.

She reached down, felt the tip and said,

“Ammī showed me some things and I have practiced on some of the toys she left me and I want to try them on you if you want?”

I was not sure as to what “things” Ammī had trained her to with toys but I replied,

“As long as I can stop you if I don’t like what it is.”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, smiled and said,

“Oh Durgesh, Ammī told me to never do anything to hurt you. She said you would stop me and might even get mad. I never want you to be mad at me.”

I relented and said,

“Go ahead and show me what you have learned darling girl.”

She got onto her knees and throwing her legs over my chest, started kissing me, as she moved down my body, sliding her petite frame down as her kisses covered my body.

Her skills made me think she had done this before.

If I knew her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, then she had many toys to play with.

My friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, had eased herself down my body and now at my Uncut Hindu Cock.

And she stopped.

I looked at her.

She had a strange expression on her face.

I asked if everything was all right.

She asked me,

“How big is your Uncut Hindu Cock, Durgesh?”

“Sweetheart,” I smiled, “it is seven inches long and about 5 inches around, why?”

She quickly answered and said, “It looks much bigger in real life than what Ammī showed me on the tape.”

I laughed and said,

“Darling, don’t let it scare you, if Ammī taught you then you will do very well.”

With that all said and done, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, wrapped her little fingers around as much as she could and I reminded her that her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s hands were larger than her own and if she did as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had said she could do anything with my Uncut Hindu Cock, as her Ammī could successfully.

She stopped questioning, started to stroke and gently rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund.

It was a little dry so she took her hand down and pushed two of her fingers into her wet little extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, pulled out some of her juices into her palm and then reached up and rubbed it on to my Uncut Hindu Lund to make it smooth and slippery.

I was amazed, that is what her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had always started not for the lubrication so much but because she loved to eat her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy even if it was just her own.

To my surprise and pleasure, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, wrapped both hands around my Uncut Hindu Cock and inserted the mushroom head into her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She used her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue to lick around it while still sucking.

I closed my eyes and remembered how her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had done the very same.

Oh damn it; this had never happened with her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.

But out of nowhere Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, had dropped her lips all the way down to my pubic hair and without any time needed for adjustment.

With no, gag reflex or hesitation, just sucking and that wild young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue!

I almost came right then.
I cannot remember anything as wonderful as the sight, sound, and feeling of my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock and knowing that the best was yet to come.

With her tiny Musalmān hand she continued expertly massaging my Hindu balls and the other was stroking as she used her mouth and tongue on my Hindu shaft.

It continued for at least complete one hour.

And Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I enjoyed every moment of it almost as I enjoyed it with her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, doing it.

And when she thought I was about to cum she would push on my taint to cause me to delay, but she never stopped with her work.

She was just like her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, only younger and more willing to take her time, never having tasted cum how she could know if she liked it.

She was about to find out.

I lost all control after about more 15 minutes and I could feel the cum building.

I reached down grabbed her hair and she knew at that point that I was not going to be able to stop until I came in her mouth.

If her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had told her the signs.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock explode and streams of built-up cock juice shoot out in massive streams.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, never stopped sucking and swallowing but she just could not handle the quantity of cum, as some came out of mouth and nose but she was giving it all she had.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, My God, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had created a true cocksucker for me, as she herself was.

Naturally, she couldn’t live with her husband, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.

He wasn’t sexually as skilled as I was.

He couldn’t give her this pleasure as well as the other ones too.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān cuckolded him consequently angrily to both of us.

After I had shot my last bit of jizz down her throat, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, cleaned off all the remaining cum from my dickhead and pubic hair just as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, used to do.

To her surprise, my Uncut Hindu Cock was still raging hard with no relief.

Damned Viagra anyhow.

Nevertheless, I never wanted to rest.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard using her tongue to battle mine, while constantly rubbing her nimble young Musalmān body against me.

She had a plan.

And she was not going to stop.

When her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips had found my uncut Hindu shaft, her rubbing became a downward push and grind along the length just enough to keep it from entering her but as if to jack me off.

I was in heaven, in Jannat-e-Firdaus actually.

I lifted her away from my body and somehow spun her around 180 degrees, bringing her wet tight extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt down on my Uncut Hindu Cock again.

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her and swirled as far and fast as I could through the tightness.

Her taste on my Uncut Hindu Cock was magnificent, sweet yet pungent with a musty aroma.

She once again started to stroke my cock while kissing and licking just the head, the tenderest part of my cock.

At that Moment in time, she stopped sat up, turned looking into my eyes and begged me.

“Durgesh, I can’t take it any longer!! Please fuck me! I want your Uncut Hindu Cock to fill me up and I want to feel your Hindu cum wash my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān insides. So you know that it is safe I have been on the pill for 2 full years, so don’t stop till you are done and abuse me anyway you choose just like you used to do with Ammī! Slap me bite me kiss me but really fuck me. I am an adult now, yār. I too need your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, does. Understand? ”*

She crawled around until her hot dripping extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was above my iron Hindu rod and with one hand; she guided my Uncut Hindu rod toward her open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān flower, inserted the head and froze.

Her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body started trembling.

“Please Durgesh, méré aur mérī Ammī, tumhārī Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, donon ké Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, don’t move even a bit. Let your Uncut Hindu Cock fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Cunt without any action. Let it only fill my void and let me enjoy the unique possession I have been just bestowed with. Let me feel my new unique Hindu property and savor it.”

I smiled.

Then I kissed her on her beautiful young adult red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.

“Darling, my Uncut Hindu Cock is yours now. Yours forever too. You haven’t any need to fear its losing. You can never lose it if you don’t want to.”

“I never want to.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam interrupted me, “my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, never consented to lose it once she got it inside her. It’s our greatest achievement, Durgesh, hum donon ké Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you can’t understand ever. You aren’t a woman. Moreover, you aren’t a Musalmān woman.”

I smiled keeping my Uncut Hindu Cock entirely buried into her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt without any movement as she wanted to enjoy it.

“Okay. Okay. Enjoy it. It’s your property now.”

“My Hindu property.”

“Yes, my dear, yes.”

“Ammī, my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, says, ‘Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, it’s the only unique Hindu property of a Musalmān woman that she can’t lose ever once she gets its possession.’”

“Al Tawaħīd Al Islam,” I caressed her beautiful young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely buried into her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, “my darling, my new young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, what the hell are you afraid of?”

“Promise me you would never snatch away your Uncut Hindu Lund from my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”

“That’s already understood, mérī Jān.”

“Your Uncut Hindu Lund is my property from now on.”

“Sure, don’t worry.”

“My Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is now your Uncut Hindu Lund’s permanent home forever. Promise me.”

“I promise you. Don’t worry. Never be afraid of any cheating, any betrayal. You are also my wife now forever if you never want to leave me.”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed ironically.

“A Musalmān woman never leaves her husband, Durgesh. Her husband divorces her. ‘Talāq, talāq, talāq’.”

“You have a Hindu husband.” I said gravely, “I don’t have any such legal rights on my wife as a Musalmān husband has today.”

“Musalmān husband? Nonsense. They aren’t Musalmīn. They are Pseudo Musalmīn. Islam never allowed its followers to divorce their ardent Musalmān wife thrice at a time. It’s Kufr. It’s Kufrān-e-nåmat. Anugrah Vr’tratv in your Vedic Sanskr’t I think.”

“That’s right.” I kept my Uncut Hindu Cock buried into her entirely without any movement.

She took entire one hour to digest it that my Uncut Hindu Cock was now really inside her forever.

Then she smiled and herself started to thrust.

My Uncut Hindu Cock started visiting her young adult nineteen years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

It was immensely tight naturally.

She pushed me on my back.

I smiled.

She rode on my Uncut Hindu Lund and started fucking me vehemently.

I don’t know how long she fucked me.

Neither have I cared.

The main point was Al Tawaħīd Al Islam fucked me herself shamelessly as if until infinity.

Her immensely tight nineteen years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot kept swallowing my utmost experienced sixty seven years old Uncut Hindu Lund hungrily ravenously.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam kept fucking me nonstop for entire one year.

She was too ravenous to let me fuck her.

Her cum was running down my Uncut Hindu Lund covering my balls.

SHE dropped completely engulfing my entire Hindu shaft to the nut sack.

Between my cum from her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and the tears from her eyes, I knew that I could use and abuse this little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān fuck angel and she would not ever say stop.

I woke up, my Uncut Hindu Lund was still in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult now twenty years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and it was day light outside the window.

It was all I could do to keep from smiling, because I knew that, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had prepared their extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān daughter to please her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā and that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would always be there for her loving utmost experienced Hindu husband Durgesh along with her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān too.

Chapter 42

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Chapter 40

Durgesh Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb

Durgesh Al Tawaħīd Al Islam

I am not a sailor and I had never been more than a mile from shore in my life until my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said she wanted a month’s vacation on the Gulf of Mexico.

Now when it comes to my little princess, it is hard to say,

“NO I do not want to go”.

Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb, to have sex with me, because he wasn’t interested in sex, at all, anymore.

I felt embarrassed in fucking a lady I called Bhābhījān sometimes.

“Nonsense,” Muħammad Åbdullah said, “Al Jāsiyah is still young, Durgesh, méré Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Bahnoī. She still needs sex very much. I can’t afford to divorce her.”

“But I called her Bhābhījān.” I protested.

“What the hell difference does it make? You follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Don’t you?”

“Don’t try to take advantage of my Īmān, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said somewhat angrily, “I’m not a Panjvaqtah Namāzī, I accept. Nevertheless, I have an ever-indomitable Īmān on the Kħātimul Rasal, Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Nabī Ākħiruzzamān, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Nevertheless, he never had sex with any of his friend’s wife he used to call Bhābhījān.”

“Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never had sex out of wedlock.” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely, “Yet you do. Don’t you?”

I had to surrender ultimately when Muħammad Åbdullah told me,

“Al Jāsiyah has consented not to have Kħul’å from me only if you consent to provide her as much sex as she needs.”

I twisted to Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.

“Bhābhījān,”

“Shut up,” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān interrupted me, “You idiot, Am I not beautiful?”

“Of course, you are beautiful, Bhābhījān. You are extremely beautiful. But I never saw you with sexual intention in my mind.”

Al Jāsiyah Bhābhījān smiled.

“That’s why I call you an idiot, Durgesh. I never saw you platonically.”

I was stunned.

“Bhābhījān.”

“You are the only man I loved sexually in my entire life. Not Muħammad Åbdullah.”

I was dumbfounded.

“And…and you never told me?”

“Nope!” she contradicted me vehemently, “I always told you. But you never believed me.”

“Bhābhījān, I always thought you were only kidding me.” I said quite offended.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed sarcastically.

“You are forgetting Durgesh, that you enjoyed shab-e-ůrosī with me when Muħammad Åbdullah married me, not Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“I thought that was your madness for me. Once you’d have your honeymoon with me you’d forget me and would be ever loyal to my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.”

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān again laughed sarcastically.

“After our tremendous wild honeymoon for complete one year? Are you crazy?”

“Bhābhījān,”

“You always tried to stop sex with me. Yet I never allowed doing it. Didn’t I?”

“You never loved Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked her gravely.

“He is a damn fool.” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed open heartedly, “He married me even while I told him I love you and none else. He was too obsessed with my divine mesmerizing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he accepted to be cuckolded to us both and even to the extent that he cleaned me licking my sexual organs after I have sex with you. You think any sane Musalmān woman can love such an impotent ever?”

There was immense venom for Muħammad Åbdullah in her voice.

“You never understood why the hell Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his every beautiful Musalmān houselady to have sex with you. You thought he is making sacrifices for you. You idiot, he does nothing of the sort. Actually he is an obsessed voyeur that loves to watch your extremely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock visiting beautiful Musalmān Cunts and beautiful gorgeous female Musalmān ass. You think he is a man? How the hell he is?”

“Muħammad Åbdullah,” I twisted at him.

“She hates me intensely, Durgesh.” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely, “I’m immensely grateful to you that you kept fucking her until now for me. Now please continue. For my sake. She never loved me. She is right. She has cuckolded me for both of you. Remember she uses me as her footstool even while you fuck her. Doesn’t she?”

“Divorce her, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said gravely, “Be a man.”

“And what about Al Tawaħīd Al Islam? She is my daughter from Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb. Isn’t she?”

“Why the hell Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān allowed you to have sex with her if she never loved you?”

“Because I wanted a daughter from her. I told her if she didn’t give me a daughter of my own, I’d divorce her anyway.”

“What?” I couldn’t believe it.

Muħammad Åbdullah was too obsessed to divorce Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān ever.

He watched her having her shab-ůrosī and even her entire honeymoon with me.

She compelled him to take even the videos of our sexual intercourses everywhere in every possible and impossible sex positions.

Muħammad Åbdullah was actually her sex slave, her cuckold entirely.

Yet he threatened her to divorce?

And Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān surrendered?

“Surprised?” Muħammad Åbdullah smiled sarcastically, “Don’t. She is now obsessed with my licking her sexual organs after you fuck her. She can’t live now without my tongue into her Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass. She needs it now as much as she needs your unique infinitely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock there. She has led this abnormal life now so much that now it’s her normal lifestyle. She needs both of us for her healthy survival.”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I’ll be damned.” I murmured.

However, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān wasn’t alone such an abnormal woman.

There were plenty of them.*

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was about to turn 19 and it was her last year before college.

I agreed with her as a birthday present to spend her vacation at sea.

She told me she would take care of everything and I should not worry about anything.

Of course, when it came time to pay, that was my job.

I did not question her choices on the subject.

She has a way of getting me to do things that I would never think of doing except for her.

When she bats her big sky blue eyes and pouts her bottom lip, as a stepdad and a man, no one could deny giving her the world.

About Al Tawaħīd Al Islam,

Let me say that as far as women go, she is above all of them in every manor one could list.

She is short in stature at just less than 5 feet in her bare feet.

If she kept her clothes on and was soaking wet she still would not weigh more than 100lbs. and most of that is in her tits, (32C cup) and ass, a perky little bubble below her tiny waist that would make an M&M candy melt without being your mouth.

Pixie blond hair just above her shoulders topping her off.

For the past few years, I found she was attracting the boys; some were older than she was and I had spent many days chasing them away.

She would always try to reassure me that “I am a good girl Durgesh, but then when the time is right, look out because I will be so good at being bad!” Those were her words not mine.

On her 18th birthday, I gave her some audio and video tapes from her mom, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, as guide for her life.

Therefore, my life had been easier to deal with as well, but I never passed up spending time with my princess, not work, not golf or dating would come between her and me.

Our port of call was Tampa FL and when we went to board, I knew that she had a plan of some sort because of the crew.

We were informed; that we had a crew of seven sailors, two busty female stewards, a chef, plus Captain Al Rashīdah Al Waħīd would be at our command and only she and I as passengers on a 200ft yacht named “Down on Me II”.

One of the pretty stewards gave us a tour of the boat, and she then led us to our staterooms.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, told me to get ready for the sea life and she would meet me on deck in half an hour.

I dressed casual, went topside to the dining room, and had a drink waiting on my little girl so we could have diner.

She entered and when I saw, her, my mouth hit the table.

She had on a very elegant dress that one would expect to see at maybe the Oscars.

One of the Hollywood starlets would wear but she would have made them look shabby in comparison.

Her gown was shear in places, split in other places, and showed her body to be that of a woman on a mission.

Two of the sailors and both of the stewards were on a small stage playing music, very romantic music, as she walked across the room.

I stood up and yes, I pulled out her chair, as a Hindu man would do for a lovely Musalmān woman on a date.

Out of nowhere, an older woman came and introduced herself as the chef and server, I had no idea she was even on board nor at that moment did I care.

She brought a bottle wine.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said,

“Durgesh, would it be ok if I have some wine with you tonight?”

I replied “Princess, thank you for asking and yes if you drink in moderation you can drink anytime we are on the ship.”

I knew I couldn’t stop her from taking wine however.

She wasn’t my daughter exactly after all.

She loved her Ammī more.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān especially instructed Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.

“Take anything from Durgesh, but never his ethics. They are utopian. If I’d taken his ethics as well as tremendous sex from him, I would have died until now, celibate.”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me and confirmed her Ammī.

“Never worry, Ammī. I’m your daughter. And I’m proud of you. You never did anything wrong. Even in cuckolding Abbū. He loves cuckold life with you and Durgesh. He enjoys it. He hates to have sex as a man now ever, as much as Durgesh loves to have it, every time everywhere with every Musalmān Beauty Durgesh can manage to.”

She just smiled and nodded her pretty head as she sipped her wine.

The chef informed us of what our meal was to be for the evening and said if we would like anything, she could change the menu, but the menu was prepared in advance when Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, booked the ship, and of course, I said it would be fine.

This was to be Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s last meal as a high School girl and at midnight; she would be 19 so she wanted to be tipsy when that day came as she had said on a few occasions.

While she sat looking so beautiful, I felt the love for her.

Even my heart began to ache thinking that she would soon be leaving me to find her way in life.

My heart was breaking and I felt a tear in welling up in my eyes.

I controlled myself immediately.

Nonsense.

Stop being unduly sentimental.

Act practical.

Dhiyo yo nah prachodayāt.

Yāthātathyatah.

I stood up, but before I stepped forward, she herself stood up too, and asked me,

“Durgesh, My dear, would you care to dance with a young lady that loves no man else more than you?”

I smiled.

“Yet you love your Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, even more than me. Don’t you, you naughty girl?”

“Sure,” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed proudly holding her head high, “Ammī is my ideal and ideal of millions of us young Musalmān ladies. She is an important executive in Cuckold your Musalmān husband Movement of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allahu tåālā ånahā.”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me as she reached for my hand.

We danced as I held her we talked and laughed it was one of the greatest dances I can remember.

Holding her close and her perfume rose as if flowers were all around us and I pulled her closer.

My hand on her back was touching her smooth, silky skin and as I looked down into her blue eyes, I became aware of movement in my casual shorts I had on and suddenly I felt under-dressed.

It was as though I did not have enough material between this lovely creature and the devil growing down lower.

I started to put some space between my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, and my body but as I tried to move back, she held on even tighter.

There I was with a growing presence in my shorts and my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, holding on ever so close!

What was I doing!

Nevertheless, I was never ashamed of it.

It was a normal reaction of any Hindu to the amazingly beautiful young Musalmān lady as Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was now.

Neither I was afraid of what Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would think about me, getting an erection while dancing with her?

She would feel proud of herself instead that she could turn on even as experienced a man sexually as I was.

Was I a pervert?

Certainly not.

I never thought of having sex with her.

Had I?

Would she ever want to dance with me again?

Why not?

She loved every moment of it.

Didn’t she?

The music stopped.

I sophisticatedly guided her back to our table.

As I sat down, I have to admit that I neither felt flushed nor embarrassed doing everything to keep from not looking at her.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, made it simple by talking about the plans she had made.

She told me about what we would be doing when we made landfall around the Gulf.

The different cities and fairs she had heard of during her research for this trip.

I nodded my head and smiled gravely.

I had hoped sitting down would give my erection and my erotic thinking a break but it was no avail.

I was still erect.

For Al Tawaħīd Al Islam?

Not necessarily.

For any beautiful Musalmān houselady.

Anyone could satisfy its need.

Why Al Tawaħīd Al Islam alone?

Nonsense!

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam said something and it caught me by surprise.

I had to ask her to repeat what she had just said.

She said,

“Durgesh, I know that you love me and you miss Ammī now. I understand it would have been better if Ammī had been with you instead of me. Yet I’m myself a young Musalmān lady now and it’s bad manners to keep reminding me that you aren’t comfortable with me. I want to help you move on from your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān complex! That is why I have put Viagra into your food. I hope you will forgive me.”

My reply was shock at first.

Was she as crazy too as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān is?

Viagra?

In my food?

Hell.

What the hell she is after, after all?

She kept talking.

I knew her intentions were meant to help but there would be little chance of fixing my loneliness on board the ship.

That is when she said,

“Remember the tapes Ammī gave me when she allowed me to come with you?”

I said,

“Yes darling, I don’t know what was on them but yes I remember.”

She said,

“Ammī told me that she knew you love her and that you would have trouble getting on with your routine life whenever she isn’t with you. And she wanted you to enjoy your time till you two would be together again.”

I smiled.

My Princess kept talking,

“Ammī made a lot of tapes with different topics on them and she left other things as well. She had a space set aside in the old barn that was for my private place to watch and listen to her so I could enjoy and laugh and whatever else I needed to do. She said that if I reached 19 and you had not moved on then she wanted me to help you return to your former ways. She taught me different things to help you and during this cruse, we are to do those things. Ammī said only if I wanted to, so I want you to know that what we do on this trip is my choice and of course you have to be willing to allow me to carry out Ammī’s wish list for you.”

I was shocked.

Yet I felt my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had more insight into me than I had ever thought possible.

It seemed she knew me better than even I knew myself.

I was immensely grave!

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, came to my side, hugged me, and ran her tiny fingers through my hair to calm me.

She lifted my face to hers and then to my surprise, kissed me!

It was not a father daughter kiss.

It was an open mouth lover type, very soft and tender, yet passionate!

My head was spinning, not quite realizing the true meaning of all that she said.

It was not what I was expecting but I just held her and enjoyed the Moment.

I was Sixty-Seven now.

I was already living in relationship with most of the daughters of my beautiful Musalmān live in relationship partners too, as well as with themselves.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the most prominent of them.

She was practically now my present Chief Wife.

Her sister, Tawaħīd Muħammad Ħasan, was also my wife along with their beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.

There were millions of them with their beautiful Ammīs as well.

It wasn’t anything new now for me.

Even it wasn’t abnormal for me now.

It was absolutely normal for me.

Almost daily, I was inaugurating now beautiful Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān young ladies even with grand fanfare from their parents.

I was the utmost admired utmost invited sex therapist now every educated family wants to inaugurate their daughters.

They were afraid of inexperienced invasion of their daughters causing some potential problem in future in their sexual and family life.

It was better to let the utmost successful utmost experienced Sex Therapist take their cherry for their potential inexperienced husband/lover.

Even their minimum one-year honeymoon with me, continued with their inauguration, was suggested now by their family medical experts.

It was not a marital honeymoon however.

It was an inaugural honeymoon instead medically necessary for their future happy life.

Sex with me was a medical necessity now to keep family life happy and vibrant.*

I knew very well however what the real necessity of it behind these entire medical iterations.

The true facts was the continuously increasing disinterest of the males in physical sex.

They wanted to hire me to provide the necessary sex to their womankind, they themselves neither had time nor interest in.

The matter-oriented life had tired most of them to keep pace with.

Nowadays even husbands were hiring me not even to provide optimum sex to their wives but even to impregnate them.

“Why do you want my son from your Bahū Bégum instead of your own son’s?” I asked gravely Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Shékħ himself.

He smiled.

“You know very well Durgesh, Muħammad Jahāngīr isn’t my own son. He is my wife, Asmā’s son from her previous marriage. After Farīdah Jalāl Shékħ I married Asmā you know.”

“Your Bahū Bégum is ready to have sex with me to get pregnant?”

“I haven’t another option.” Asmā Farħān smiled at me indignantly, “He is suffering from Aids.”

“What?” I kept myself forcibly from jumping.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Have I now even to impregnate Aids affected persons’ wives?

Family virtues are not in vogue now anymore?

The parents hire me to inaugurate their Just eighteen Just Adult daughters with one year inaugural honeymoon with entire expenses fully paid separately.

The husbands hire me to provide optimum sex to their beautiful wives so that they are busy not to interfere in their business.

The business is more important now than family virtues.

The in laws hire me to get their Bahū Bégum inseminated to have their grandson.

The son is not interested in having sex with their Bahū Bégum.

They are hiring me to keep their Bahū Bégum sexually satisfied.

Is it the twenty first century?

Sex is so insignificant now?

Chapter 41

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Eidul Fitr

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Flowers never weigh: 4

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Flowers never weigh

Chapter 4

We kept chatting for a few more minutes about trivial things until Muħammad Imrān turned the music back up.

“Need to change positions?” I asked.

“I think so,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, never stopping stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock or staring at it.

Muħammad Imrān never tried to look at her.

Did he really have such a blind faith in her?

I couldn’t believe it.

Nevertheless, he allowed his extremely beautiful young Musalmān wife to sit on my lap.

Why?

Wasn’t he really aware of my reputation for Musalmān houseladies?

Was he too one of the Pseudo Musalmīn husbands who wanted to take monetary benefit of their beautiful Musalmān wives’ Durgesh Obsession?

I wasn’t born yesterday.

I knew there were too many husbands, both Pseudo Musalmīn and Non-Muslims who couldn’t provide enough money and sex to their beautiful wives.

If their wives due to it or for another reason succeeded in having extramarital affair with me, they deliberately ignored it, getting monetary benefits from it either this way or that.

Was Muħammad Imrān also one of such Pseudo Musalmīn pimp husbands?

I patted my lap, as if putting the decision this time in her hands completely.

Pun intended as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān stroked my cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took a pause and then Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved around, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s back to me, her hand still on my cock and straddled my cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān paused again and then lowered herself onto my big hard Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was on fire and it easily allowed, greeted actually gratefully, my Uncut Hindu Cock to invade it again.

Once Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was entirely on my lap Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just sat there, enjoying the feeling of being full again.

The first time Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was full of anxiety and we were rushed, not to mention Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was having conflicting emotions.

Yet this time, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was going to enjoy the ride.

First, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just ground on my cock, moving her hips back and forth.

While Al Ħabībah Al Imrān did this, I cupped Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s breasts for the first time.

Yet, knowing that Muħammad Imrān may be able to see her get felt-up by me in the rear-view mirror, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved my hands away.

I didn’t try again.

To Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s surprise, this position, and the slow grinding, was enough to get me off, as without warning, a few minutes into the slow tease, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān felt Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt get coated in cum.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was disappointed, wanting to really enjoy the last hour of the drive.

Yet, a minute later, when Al Ħabībah Al Imrān finished milking my cum and went to get off me I held her in place.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked back and I mouthed,

“Give me five.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was like, ‘Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love you’. Once Muħammad Imrān was done, I was done… needing hours to reload my weapon.

But I, ever young and virile, was able to not only reload quickly, but also stay hard while doing so.

Oh, how Al Ħabībah Al Imrān missed her younger college years.

So Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just sat on my Uncut Hindu Cock while watching the boring scenery pass by, waiting, impatiently, for me to be ready for round three.

Muħammad Imrān asked,

“Still okay back there?”

“I was hoping for more action,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān answered, grinding back on me slightly.

“Yeah, it’s a boring drive,” Muħammad Imrān agreed.

“Although the scenery is lovely,” I said, slyly cupping Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s breasts again.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān slapped my palms away and said,

“Although it is hard to sit in one position for so long.”

“Half an hour,” Muħammad Imrān said, before adding, “Give or take.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān almost quipped, ‘hopefully give,’ as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted me to give it to me, but Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was able to refrain, instead replying, “Good, because I am famished.”

“For T-bone?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“Yes,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “a big thick T-bone.” Again Muħammad Imrān was oblivious to the naughty sexual innuendo.

I wasn’t, though, as I bucked my hips up and my cock went deeper up Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān yelped, as if Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had the first time my cock filled her.

“You okay?” Muħammad Imrān asked, becoming a common question.

“Oh, just keep getting poked,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, which was true, as she slyly, skillfully, moved her ass up and down.

“We will try and reorganize tomorrow morning,” Muħammad Imrān promised.

“Good idea,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried not to moan.

“There must be a way to make it work,” I said.

I added,

“I’m okay, Muħammad Imrān. I’ve gotten very used to having Al Ħabībah Al Imrān on top of me.”

‘Allah! OMG’ Al Ħabībah Al Imrān thought to herself.

My words were so blunt.

Yet, of course, Muħammad Imrān didn’t catch on… nor should he.

Why would he think I would be fucking his wife right behind him?

He wouldn’t.

“Oh, I love this song,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, when Starship’s ‘We Built This City’ came on, wanting the music turned up, wanting a distraction from the sounds Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was about to make.

Muħammad Imrān obliged Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s request and began singing as well.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān leaned up onto the car and began singing with him as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān offered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy to my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock entirely unashamed of herself.

I didn’t need to be instructed, as I began slowly fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.

Muħammad Imrān kept looking at me, enjoying this Moment of 1980s duet singing as I sang the mickey Thomas parts and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān the grace Slick parts, completely unaware I was fucking his beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.

And I… which made her not only a bad wife, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, for allowing me to fuck her, but a bad wife as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān somehow got even more turned on knowing Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was doing it with Muħammad Imrān right there.

If she was really unsatisfied sexually with her husband, it was a more sophisticated way that she should have divorced him.

Wasn’t it?

Well, wasn’t it their personal matter how to live their life?

Who the hell was I to interfere between a husband and wife?

If she wanted to enjoy sex with me, instead, she was most welcome.

Why should I not oblige her?

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm was rising as the song was nearing its end.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān screamed, “Allah! Oh fuck,” when I surprised her by sliding my Uncut Hindu Cock in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

“What’s wrong?” Muħammad Imrān asked, slowing down.

“Leg cramp,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān lied, falling back onto my cock completely, as I pulled out my Uncut Hindu Cock as quickly as it entered.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, should I stop?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“No, no,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān began bouncing up and down on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, once again. “I will just stretch it out.”

“Poor Durgesh,” Muħammad Imrān said, seeing me move up and down, unaware of what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was really doing.

“I’m okay,” I said, as my hands went to her hips.

“I’m not hurting you?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, trying to play along.

I laughed,

“No, it’s all good.”

“Let me know if you need me to pull over for a few,” Muħammad Imrān offered.

“Will do,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, when oddly enough Al Ħabībah Al Imrān really got a leg cramp… fucking irony.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān reluctantly moved right and up, my Uncut Hindu Cock sliding out of her.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said,

“Actually, we need to pull over.”

“Okay,” Muħammad Imrān said, slowing down.

“Sorry, Durgesh, I really need to get out and stretch my leg,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān apologized, wanting Muħammad Imrān to know Al Ħabībah Al Imrān did indeed have a leg cramp.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I could use a stretch too,” I added, putting my throbbing cock away, as my cum and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wetness leaked out of her.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wondered if she smelled of sex.

She grabbed her purse and pulled out some wet naps.

As soon as the car stopped, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān got out and stretched her leg, which was still cramping.

The men got out and stretched too.

“Under an hour,” Muħammad Imrān said.

“I know,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I’m all good, just got to get this cramp out.”

“No hurry,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, before he added, “I’m going to take a quick piss.”*

As soon as Muħammad Imrān went around the other side of the car, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly began wiping her legs, even under Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s skirt, not worrying about the one car that drove by.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to get rid of the scent of sex.

I coughed, which was a warning cough, and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly tossed away the wet naps.

Muħammad Imrān said,

“Allah! It really is hot today.”

“Burning hot,” I agreed.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān added, glancing to me, “The heat is stifling.”

“Ready?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious, ‘unaware’ (?), husband asked.

“Definitely,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, keeping her gaze on me, implying that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān indeed was looking forward to resuming what we were just doing.

“All right, next stop will be for the night,” Muħammad Imrān announced.

“Sounds good,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, as I got back in the car.

Once in and back on the road, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fished out my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock herself, as Muħammad Imrān asked,

“Maybe we can find a hotel with a hot tub.”

“Definitely,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān agreed, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s body definitely sore from the long day of confined space and, of course, confined fucking.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān got my Uncut Hindu Cock, which was still hard, out and positioned it back at Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wanton Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

I held her hips to keep her balanced as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān lowered herself back on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Once I was all in, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just again sat on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, enjoying feeling full once more.

Then Al Ħabībah Al Imrān began slowly grinding me again, needing to get her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy revved up again.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just closed her eyes and enjoyed the slow build as, ironically, Billy Joel’s ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ played.

As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm began building, and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed more, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān decided to try a new position.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān leaned to her right as far as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān could go, lifted her ass up which had my cock slide out of her, yet still pointed to her.

I realized what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted.

For me to move onto my side and fuck me that way.

I repositioned myself, her head now leaning on the boxes and in plain view of Muħammad Imrān, if he turned to his right and looked over his shoulder… that he did.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled,

“New position.”

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I see,” Muħammad Imrān nodded.

“Oh,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, ever so softly, as my Uncut Hindu Cock slid back into her and then covering herself pointed, “Horses.”

“Yep,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, as he tried to sing along with Billy Joel.

Meanwhile, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s fire was flaming hot now as I slowly slid my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to reach orgasm and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to soon.

The starts and stops had driven Al Ħabībah Al Imrān crazy and made her more desperate than ever to get off.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wiggled her ass slightly; implying Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted it faster.

I, being the ever utmost experienced fucker of extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, understood.

I began pumping in and out of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān as a new song began, again an ironic one, Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry like the wolf’.

And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was indeed hungry.

“Didn’t you see Duran live when you were a teenager?” Muħammad Imrān asked, looking back at Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.

“I did,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried to hide the feeling of pleasure that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s face was likely showing.

“You okay?” Muħammad Imrān asked again.

“Oh, yes, I’m feeling great,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, “just can’t find the perfect position.” Again, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s words having two meanings.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I imagine there is no perfect spot back there,” Muħammad Imrān said.

“That is very true,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I can get comfortable and feel good for a while, but eventually I need a new position.”

My Uncut Hindu Prick teased Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as Muħammad Imrān said,

“Maybe I can drive for the last twenty minutes.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to say,

“‘Durgesh is driving me right now’, but instead, with just the slightest whisper, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm building, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān again said something with two meanings,

“We are almost there.”

And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just needed a few deep hard Hindu strokes from me.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān again wiggled her perfect Musalmān ass.

This time though I took that as permission to penis Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Musalmān ass as it slid rather easily inside.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān winced slightly, the lack of lube giving her a slight burn.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved anal sex, but usually that included a lot of lube.

But My Uncut Hindu Cock was fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Musalmān cunt regularly, and alternatively fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Musalmān ass too.

It had her close to eruption, as the thrill of doing something so naughty, with Muħammad Imrān literally inches away, somehow enhanced Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s desire.*

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān closed her eyes, bit her lip and allowed the pleasure to build.

Thankfully, Muħammad Imrān didn’t talk to her.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was able to just enjoy the double alternate fucking and finally Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm hit.

Somehow, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was able to keep the scream inside, even though every part of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to scream out loud, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s cum flooded out of her and onto My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

I kept pumping in and out of her throughout Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm until Al Ħabībah Al Imrān slapped my hand imploring her to stop and moved up so my cock slid out of her, even as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wetness leaked out of her too.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān pointed to her purse and I thankfully knew exactly what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was implying. I pulled out some wet naps and wiped Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s legs and pussy.

Muħammad Imrān turned back and said,

“Ten minutes,”

“Allah! Thank God,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, now needing to get out of here before the scent of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s sin enveloped the car.

“Your cheeks are really red, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” Muħammad Imrān said, looking at her worriedly.

“It’s really hot in here, I guess,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, a viable excuse on this hot summer day.

Once I was done cleaning up Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved back onto my lap and leaned back on me utterly exhausted.

I whispered in her ear,

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love you, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wiggled her ass in response, too tired to speak.

Eventually we were in the town and we found a hotel with a pool pretty easily.

Muħammad Imrān booked two rooms and after dinner, we all went for a dip in the pool.

While Muħammad Imrān went to hit the sauna, I said,

“So, once Muħammad Imrān is asleep, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I want you to come to my room.”

“Really?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, acting coy.

“And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, Sālī, I expect you in thigh highs,” I added, acting strong and firm, which was utter sexy.

“How do you even know I own thigh highs?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked.

“You wear them all the time,” I pointed out, before adding, “and often your skirts are short enough I got glimpses of your lace tops.”

“You like nylons?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked something that Muħammad Imrān loved.

“How couldn’t I?” I asked, “You wear them every day… I have stared at them every day.”

“Really?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, surprised by this information.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I made Saiyadah Fātimah wear them for me,” I added.

“You’re just like the damn fool, Muħammad Imrān.” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said.

“Muħammad Imrān likes them too?” I asked.

“Especially foot jobs in nylons,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān revealed.

“That Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, you have never done to me,” I said.

“Mmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I can’t wait to fuck you on a bed,” I said bluntly.

“Me too,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “but I’m not sure I can sneak out of the hotel room.”

“Once Muħammad Imrān is snoring nothing is waking him up,” I pointed out, which was true.

“But still,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I wasn’t asking,” I said, “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I am telling you.”

“You are, are you?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān questioned coyly.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I am, I am, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I nodded, “Tonight you are mine, Sālī.”

“Your what?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān continued putting pressure on my stiff cock.

“My Sex Obsessed Sex Addict,” I answered.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, turned on by such words.

Muħammad Imrān came out and said,

“I’m going upstairs.”

“We’ll be there soon,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, thinking maybe we could have some fun in the empty pool.

“Okay,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, leaving us alone.

As soon as Muħammad Imrān was gone, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked,

“So, ever fucked in a pool?”

“Actually Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I have,” I answered.

“Sex Obsessed Sex Addict,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joked.

I shrugged,

“Never did it in a waterslide though.”

“Hmmmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred. “We would be pretty isolated up there.”

“Let’s go,” I nodded, getting out of the hot tub.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān followed me up the stairs.

Once at the waterslide, I said,

“On your knees, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān obeyed, moving inside the waterslide tunnel.

I stood directly in front of her.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān immediately pulled my trunks down just enough to get at my big Hindu meat and took it in her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“So good, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I groaned, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hungrily bobbed on my cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no idea how long we would have alone in there so Al Ħabībah Al Imrān focused on speed… even though Al Ħabībah Al Imrān would have liked to give me a lengthy blowjob.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked me for a couple of minutes, even deep throating me a couple of times, enjoying the moans from me.

Suddenly, the door opened downstairs.

I sighed,

“Damn it, now you definitely have to come to my room tonight.”

“You really want to come down my throat?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked.

“And in your ass,” I smiled impishly, knowing she loved it even if I actually don’t.

“Now that would be impressive,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled.

“Kids are on their way up,” I said.

“Then you’d better put your dick away,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān responded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān slid down the waterslide.

We headed back to our hotel rooms with me saying one more time,

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, my room as soon as you can.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled,

“You Hindus really are insatiable.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān returned to her room.

Muħammad Imrān was on the bed and clearly already on my way to snooze-ville.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went and took a bath to wash off the chlorine.

It was a long bath and gave her lots of time to replay this crazy day.

It gave her time to get horny again.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān got out of the tub, dried off and returned to the room.

As expected, Muħammad Imrān was already snoring away.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to her suitcase and grabbed a pair of black thigh highs.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān put them on in the bathroom, put on a hotel robe, and grabbed a hotel key, snuck out of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s room and into mine.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān saw I had left the door slightly opened and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān walked in… closing the door.

I was on the bed watching news highlights completely naked.

I smiled,

“Black, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s favorite color.”

“Big, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s favorite size,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred, looking at my flaccid Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Like those tits you have been hiding all day,” I countered.

“What?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, dropping the robe, “These?”

I was speechless as I stared at Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s still very firm, very big, tits.

“Like?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked.

“God, yes,” I nodded, as I knelt up and cupped Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s breasts with both hands.

“Mmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned.

I surprised her a Moment later as I grabbed her and tossed her on the bed.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said,

“Time for me to finish what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān started earlier. Stand up.”

I did.

“Don’t be wasting that cum,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred.

“Does Al Ħabībah Al Imrān swallow?” I asked.

“Yes, but I’d rather swallow every drop of your Hindu cum,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān responded, before adding, “as you fuck Her mouth like the dirty Al Ħabībah Al Imrān-Sex Obsessed Sex Addict you have made me.”

“Mmmmmmm,” I groaned, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān dropped to her knees and took my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love your mouth there,” I groaned.

“And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loves your Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, before bobbing more.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I’ve fantasized about this forever,” I revealed.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān instantly wondered how long forever was.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing and in no time at all Al Ħabībah Al Imrān felt my legs tense and I declared, “I’m going to come.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed faster and seconds later Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was finally rewarded with a full load of my Hindu cum… three times a charm finally.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept sucking until every drop of my Hindu cum was extracted and I said,

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, that was even better.”

“Do you imagine getting hard again and fucking your Al Ħabībah Al Imrān the old fashioned way?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, before clarifying, “On the bed.”

“Maybe,” I said.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s question was rhetorical,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled, standing up and kissing me on the lips.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had fucked me twice, sucked me three times and even allowed me to penis Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s ass, but the kiss was intimate.

Our tongues explored each other’s mouths and we fell onto the bed.

For an eternity, we made out; our hands roamed.

We were not Al Ħabībah Al Imrān and Durgesh; we were two lustful adults exploring each other’s bodies.

Eventually, we ended up in a 69, a positon Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had only done once, and that was with a girl.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed on my cock, I kissed Her pussy and then, without words, I moved her onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s back, spread Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s legs and slid my cock in her while holding onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s nylon-clad ankles.

“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, staring into my eyes, “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loves you so much.”

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love you too,” I replied, as I began fucking her.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, my cock slamming into her.

“Me too,” I nodded.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān never knew you had such a big dick,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, bucking her ass up to meet my forward Hindu thrusts.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I said, the look in my eyes one of lust and love.

“Well, we better make every second count,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied.

And we did.

I fucked her on Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s side.

I fucked her doggy style.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked my cock again and then fucked me reverse cowboy.

And we ended the night back in the missionary position.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān came first and I followed shortly after.
“Everything today was hot,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān confessed, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān scooped some more cum off the bed from the first rocket that shot in the air.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān probably should get back now,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said,” Muħammad Imrān will eventually wake up.”

“I hope Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, he never does,” I replied.

“An Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse romantic,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joked.

“And a very horny teenager,” I countered.

“We still have one more day in the car,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said.

“Maybe two if we can make him stop more,” I countered.

“Mmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred.

“Of a night I’ll never forget,” I said.
“The first of many,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled, “the first of many, you Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fucker.”

“Those are the hottest words Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I have ever heard,” I said.

“And once a Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fucker, always a Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fucker,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled, moving to me.

“Well, then Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I guess we will have to fuck every chance we get,” I smiled.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kissed me once more, put her robe back on and snuck out of my room.

As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joined Muħammad Imrān in bed, Her head was spinning with the strangest, most surreal day in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s life.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had sucked and fucked the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.

And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no regrets.

And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow.
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Chapter 2

It was in the evening when the telegram from the Swedish Embassy in Ved Nagar clattered through the electric machine of the telegraph office.

The girl on the machine at the time pulled the message out with a yell.

“Look it who won the Nobel Prize!” she shouted.

The other girls came out of their chairs running, and the jubilation, the joyousness attracted the three delivery humanoid robots also.

Ved Nagar didn’t have any human servants at all.

It was a thoroughly roboticized City State with special privileges as was Jammu and Kashmir.

A Municipal Government was running it under Indian Constitution.

Eventually, the exclamations and the buzz of excitement brought Muħammad Ħanīf, the manager, out of his cozy cubicle.

He was reading the Constitution of Ved Nagar and drinking a juice, beside the heater.

Muħammad Ħanīf appeared buttoning his trouser up.

“What’s up?” he called out, “What’s up? What’s going on here?”

One of the girls passed the strip of tape to Muħammad Ħanīf.

He read it.

Muħammad Ħanīf grinned broadly.

“Allah! Alħamdulillāhi rabbil åālmīn. It’s a big day for all of us.”

“Let me deliver it.” One of the girls offered cheerfully.

“What do you think of me, Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl?” Muħammad Ħanīf smiled at her, “Am I a damn fool? This is solemn occasion. Isn’t it? This is something Mr. Muħammad Ħanīf would do personally.”

“Bet you just want to have yourself another look at your fiancée, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.”

Muħammad Ħanīf was startled somewhat.

He never anticipated Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl could dare such a tease to him.

Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl was interested in Durgesh, yet she couldn’t get anywhere near Mr. Mayor.

It wasn’t that Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl wasn’t beautiful.

If it would have been so, Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl would never herself had dreamed of Durgesh.

The fact that Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl was extremely beautiful had made her dare to dream of Mr. Mayor.

“Take care, sister,” Muħammad Ħanīf said sympathetically, “This message here is too important. You get it ready now.”

He read the message once more.

‘IN RECOGNITION OF… IN SUPPORT OF HUMANITARIAN IDEALS… THE NOBEL FOUNDATION OF STOCKHOLM ON BEHALF OF SWEDISH ACADEMY IS PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE TODAY BEEN VOTED THIS YEAR’S NOBEL PRIZE. THE PRIZE WILL BE A GOLD MEDALLION AND A CHEQUE FOR ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS STOP THE AWARD CEREMONY WILL TAKE PLACE IN STOCKHOLM ON DECEMBER TWENTY FOURTH STOP DETAILS FOLLOW STOP HEARTIEST CONGRATULATIONS STOP…’

The message was addressed to doctor Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Seven hundred eighty six Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Imrān Avenue Ved Nagar.

For Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān it was always a pleasure to lie on the hard table in the darkened room beside the elaborate electrocardiograph equipment.

Only few people could understand it.

An efficient, antiseptic nurse dabbed the paste on her chest, arms and legs, and then applied the electrodes with their five lead wires-one to her chest, two to her arms and two to her legs.

This experience was soothing, relaxing, and always conducive, always helpful to clear thinking.

She engaged twice a year in this experience at the behest of the Ved Nagar Government.*

This evening, however, as Al Zāhidah Al Imrān stretched on the table, chest, arms, legs bared, half watching the beautiful nurse attach the cool electrodes to her beautiful skin.

Her pleasure was shadowed faintly by apprehension.

She reasoned that the apprehension had entered into the EKG test because today the test was especially important.

In the three years past, since she had accepted the Government’s offer to join the high-level staff of the Society for Basic Research outside Ved Nagar, she had attended these checkups, one in January and one in July, as a matter of routine.

Seven years, she remained in the live in relationship with Durgesh.

The tests were never against her.

Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān could never believe she was perfectly all right, only because she was in live in relationship with the Hindu she utmost detested.

She could not bear his ever obsessed by almost entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Hindu Penis, could cure her by only penetrating her female genital organ.

She changed her medical experts.

Yet, the report never changed.

It was always the same.

Was Durgesh really Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām?

But then why has he established Ved Nagar, instead of Dārussalām?

She was medically fit when she lived in relationship with Durgesh.

She wasn’t medically fit those seven years ago.

She isn’t medically fit again after she returned to her ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb.

“You shouldn’t have come to me again, Zāhidah.” Her ever-loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, had said.

“Why don’t you understand, Rashīd, I love you.” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān said with tearful eyes, “You sent me to him I detest very much. Aren’t seven years enough to find out he isn’t a Muslim and he would never be.”

“That’s not our problem exactly, Al Zāhidah Al Imrān.” her ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, tried gravely to explain to her, “Our exact problem is that I want you to live, to be alive, if not for yourself, for me, for our daughters, and now for our sons too.”

“They aren’t our sons, my ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb. Durgesh has fathered them.”

“Nevertheless, you are their Ammī, their real mother. Aren’t you?”

Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān cried.

“Why did you sent me to Durgesh, Rashīd? Why the hell did you sent me to him?”

“Because I had done everything in my power to keep you alive except Durgesh’s ever infallible Sex Therapy. I hadn’t another option.”

“But even seven years couldn’t cure me.”

“You were cured entirely.”

“Then why it’s again there as soon as I returned to you?”

“Because you need Durgesh’s ever infallible Sex Therapy constantly nonstop.” her ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, said gravely, “Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, you have to go back to Durgesh.”

Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān was startled.*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would remember the evening as a crucial moment of self-revelation in her mature years.

Twenty-eight was a mature year.

Wasn’t it?

Al Zubaydah Al Nādir was mature even at her eighteen, Just eighteen Just Adult.

If not, why she was having sexual relationship with Durgesh when she was Just eighteen Just Adult.

Some persons really run far ahead of their actual age.

Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s cousin was one of them.

She wasn’t even a bit ashamed of herself that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās caught her red handed.

“Red handed?” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir smiled at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās patronizingly, “What the hell do you mean, Saåīdah? I wasn’t committing a theft. Was I? I am already eighteen. I am an adult legally and I have chosen my life partner. What’s wrong in that?”

“Durgesh is my Ammī’s live in relationship partner.”

“So what? Durgesh has infinite beautiful Musalmān houseladies as his live in relationship partners. If you can choose him your own life partner, why the hell can’t I?”

“Durgesh is sixty six already. He is forty eight years older than you.”

“I haven’t any objection even a bit.” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir winked at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, “Although I never believe he is more than twenty eight. Some of my girl friends say he himself looks never more than eighteen himself. Just eighteen Just Adult himself.”

“You and your ever Durgesh obsessed ever crazy girlfriends!” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās sighed helplessly.

Al Zubaydah Al Nādir again winked at her,

“Durgesh is incredible, isn’t he?”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her wristwatch.

It was 6:18.

She remembered reading somewhere that most of the dummy clocks used for advertising by American jewelers were set or painted in, at about 8:18 in the incorrect belief that this was the moment that Abraham Lincoln had died.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās never liked it.

Abraham Lincoln’s death should not be remembered.

His great life must be remembered instead.

He believed in immortality always.

That’s why Durgesh was so ever young that none could tell he was sixty-six.

The ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself claimed Durgesh was thirty six only.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself was thirty four now, the duly elected President of Modern Democratic Årabia.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was glad that she has won the same Nobel Prize now, her ideal, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, had won four years ago.

Durgesh had won it even before for establishing religion as an everlasting endless movement of humanity whether it was Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, Judaism, Persianism or any other religion whatsoever.

In this historical ship, there were many Nobel Prize winners.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās and Al Zubaydah Al Nādir were waiting for me.

The magnificent green vessel of HVSI had, an hour ago, left behind the coast of Ved Nagar and was now cutting through the choppy, the uneven sea toward the Swedish port of Göetborg.*

Al Zubaydah Al Nādir smiled.

“Do you know what does HVSI stands for?”

“Sure,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her cousin gravely,

“Humane Values Secured Infinitely.”

“Muħammad Ħanīf claims it isn’t true.”

“Your fiancé? That’s manager at Swedish Embassy, Ved Nagar?”

“That’s right.” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir chuckled, “He says HVSI actually stands for ‘Hindu Vishv Sansthān Interuniversal’.”

“It stands for both: ‘Hindu Vishv Sansthān Interuniversal: Humane Values Secured Infinitely’. It’s the actual full name of the social organization.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said proudly.

“Social or Political?” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir asked evocatively.

“Can you tell me of another organization, only single one, that protects humane values as sincerely and as profoundly as HVSI?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said, “HVSI is matchless in everything humane profoundly.”

“I agree with you.” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir said honestly.

They heard footsteps directly behind them.

Both of them twisted quickly.

Their beautiful faces were smiling to greet me.

But their visitor was Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān instead of me.

Their reactions didn’t hide their disappointment.

Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān smiled regretfully.

“Sorry. You both the girls were expecting Durgesh perhaps.”

“Sure,” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir cooed, “However, it’s better you, Kħālājān, than none anyone.”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t even looked at her Ammī.

“You are still angry with me, Saåīdah?” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān asked her pleading almost.

“It’s better we shouldn’t talk on it.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said tersely, “I never imagined my mother is as selfish and as lacking gratefulness as you are. You are never grateful what Durgesh did for you for seven long years.”

Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān sighed.

“You can’t understand, Biŧŧo. You haven’t married someone who is as great as your Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb.”

“I agree with you. Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn let their wives die instead of surrendering them for Sex Therapy. I’m really proud of my Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, that he is one of the great true Musalmīn. Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam brought Islam to protect the lives of the Årab womankind who were being buried alive when they were only a child. Durgesh says Doctor Ali Sina and his co-authors never talk of this greatest achievement of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and the true Musalmīn of that time. Yes, the true Islam couldn’t survive as long as it should have due to the ever selfish imperial activities and ambitions of Yazīd malåūn lånat ålayhi, nevertheless it doesn’t mean Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam absolutely failed in his sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam greatest mission of establishing humanity in then Arab and the other countries.”

Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān settled in the wicker chair across from both of them.

“You really believe Durgesh is Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām?”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her Ammī ironically.

“If Durgesh isn’t really Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām how are you being cured only by living in relationship with him?”

“I don’t believe it’s only because I live in relationship with him. He is the ever utmost successful Sex Therapist. He is doing some kind of Sex Therapy only known to him and to none else ever.” Al Zāhidah Al Imrān said, “I have lived in relationship with Durgesh for seven long years despite the fact that I hate him immensely for his ever shrewdest sexual relationships with the infinite Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān houseladies. Durgesh is a never curable utmost communal Hindu that have utmost pride in having sex with extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies.”

“You still hate him?”

“Yes.” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān said bluntly without even a single moment’s hesitation.

“Yet you love him immensely when he penetrates you.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled ironically.

“That’s the problem. I am unable to control my physical needs, my physical body. It loves the Hindu beast exclusively. It doesn’t love your Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, your father. It hates him for he never made me love as wildly as Durgesh does always.”

None of both was startled.

It wasn’t an unknown fact to anyone of her now.

“My brain loves Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb and hates Durgesh immensely,” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān sighed helplessly, “While my body ravenously craves for Durgesh and hates Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb to the extent that I want to cuckold Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb to Durgesh and myself. While alone, I enjoy proudly that Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb has himself surrendered me to Durgesh that he should have sex with me, Sex Therapy my foot, and cure me. But when I return to my senses, I hate myself for it. I pray in my Salawāt, ‘Allah, punish me tremendously for what I’m doing with my ever loving ever moral husband.”

“Kħālājān,” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir said sympathetically, “Medically, you are suffering from split personality.”

“I know, what do you think I’m a damn fool?” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān laughed ironically lightly, “I’m myself a PhD, girlies. Yes, I never got Nobel Prize for any services of humanity I rendered; nevertheless, I myself am never inhuman. Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hates me today for something I don’t have any control over. She is a Nobel Prize winner now for her humanitarian ideals, yet she refuses deliberately to understand my disorder. Humanitarian ideals! Haha!”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had herself asked the same question.

Durgesh understands it perfectly.

Her Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, understands it perfectly.

Her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, understands her perfectly.

Even her Just eighteen Just Adult Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, understands it perfectly.

Why doesn’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself?

Why doesn’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās have any sympathy with her own Ammī?

Why Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās is so irrational?

“You are a PhD now, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.” Durgesh himself had tried so many times to explain to her, “You must program your brain now more rationally.”

“You want me to offer Stavans instead of my Salawāt?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was suddenly furious, “I never imagined my Ammī was so correct. You want to convert me into Hinduism?”*

I smiled patronizingly.

“Certainly not, my sweetie, never. I never want anyone to convert into anything s/he doesn’t want to be ever. Hinduism and Islam aren’t two separate religions at all. You just be a good Muslim, instead of being or remaining one of the Pseudo Musalmīn. Even Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā never wanted it. Otherwise, there were never any revelation of Allopanishad.”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās calmed herself.

Hell, Allah! She should have never reacted such childishly.

What a Pseudo Musalmīn childish reaction.

Most of the non-Muslims have the same complaint.

Most of the Musalmīn never react rationally.

They never try to understand what actually the non Muslim opposite him/her wants to say.

They just suspect him/her that he/she is trying to divert him/her from Islam and act irrationally furiously.

“Allopanishad is an Upnishad of Atharvved.”

“They say it’s written by some Musalmīn in the regime of Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar to convert Hindus into Islam. It is the basic holy book of Dīn-e-Ilāhī, a religion established by Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar.”

Chapter 3

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The womankind everfirst

Index

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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The womankind everfirst

He himself had his infinite bodies.

Chapter 1

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought all my Musalmān stepdaughters have a secret desire to make love to their father, because she thought all the girls had it for their real fathers even.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she herself was one.

Her Ammī returned to her real Abbū, Al Rashīd Al wahāb, even when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was very young.

Her Ammī told Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, it was a sin that she left her ardent Musalmān husband for a ‘nāpāk’(?) Hindu.

Durgesh was of course a very good man.

She had lived entire seven years with Durgesh now.

Durgesh had given her two sons even.

But in spite of her constant dåwat-e-Islam to Durgesh, Durgesh still believed in his ancestral religion Hinduism.

Seven years were enough to prove that Durgesh was interested in only fucking Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

He was never interested in Islam, neither he could ever be.

Of course, he doesn’t agree with Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors entirely, but his own views are not strictly Islamic themselves.

She never knew, neither ever she consented to know what the actual Islam was qabl Yazīd malåūn.

It was the greatest tragedy of the entire humanity that it never knew the actual importance of religion.

A religion was actually an international movement of humanity that always needed updation.

Overnight, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, Durgesh became a single parent, and For Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās I became her whole world.

In this particular house, especially, I had named after Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, ‘Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Mansion’.

It was now owned by Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās and me.

I had offered her to transfer it in her sole name on her twenty eighth birthday, even if Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would leave me with her Ammī.

“I’d never leave you.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās cried, “I hate my real parents. They shamelessly suggested me to live here with you until my twenty eighth birthday. They suggested I should leave you after getting this vast Mansion entirely in my name. Shame on them. Can’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās live here alone with you forever?”

I hugged Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās,

“Your twenty eighth birthday is not very far away. Only one week is remaining. Take your Mansion entirely on your name alone as my good bye gift, my parting gift to you.”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hugged me and started to cry,

“I’d never leave you. I’d never let you down as my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān did.”

In her opinion, she couldn’t have asked for a more loving and attentive father.

Sometimes Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt guilty that I was so alone in this vast Mansion, even if I had my infinite women everywhere.

Ultimately, none of them was here, after her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, returned to her real Abbū.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I would never blame Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās for anything, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t naive enough not to realize a man had needs.

She wasn’t a child anymore.

Only after a week, she would be twenty-eight herself.

She was already a PhD.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also knew very well that somehow, someway, she would have to find a way to satisfy those needs herself.

I was everything to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

She would sometimes gaze at me adoringly when I wasn’t looking.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had always thought me a quite handsome man with my chiseled features and muscular build, which Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās attributed to all those years working sex therapy and various other forms of manual sex labor for needy Musalmān houseladies.

Her hands were always soft and gentle whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hug me.

Sometimes I caught Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās holding on to me a little longer than maybe she should have, as she took in my manly scent of Old Spice and peppermint.

And more than once Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would get a strong tingling sensation between her legs whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hold me or she would snuggle up to me next on the couch while I was watching TV.

Simply put, I was something as if a god to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

The more I tried to explain to her that I was nothing as she thought, the more her adoration for me intensified.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās worshipped the ground I walked on.

But I didn’t know just how strong her feelings were for me until one time when she made what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fondly refer to as her special discovery.

It was one afternoon when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had come home from University.

Now Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was 28 and was a PhD herself.

She didn’t allow me to transfer the Mansion in her sole name.

Neither had she left me.

I kept silent not to offend her that her real parents wanted her to leave me after her twenty eighth birthday.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was already home from work since my limousine was parked in the driveway.

Sometimes I came home from work a little early, so Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t alarmed when she saw my limousine parked in front of the house.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was alarmed, however, by some sound that seemed to be coming to her from my bedroom.

Worried, she dropped her purse on the floor of the living room and hurried to my bedroom to see if I needed her help.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās soon discovered, however, that she was “helping” me in a most unexpected way.

Since I didn’t like her just barging into my room unannounced, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slowly opened the door to my room just a crack and was about to call out for me.

The moaning got louder the closer she got to my room.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly discovered why, when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās made her special discovery.

I was fucking one of her friends, her Kħālāzād cousin actually, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

She was Just Eighteen Just Adult.

Moreover, she was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālāzād cousin, almost exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.

For one moment, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought that she was watching her fantasy in her dream.

I was fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.

Her Kħālā was so exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī that I had fucked her Kħālā instead of Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī millions of times, and never knew it was her Kħālā.

The mystery was disclosed when her Kħālā gave birth to a handsome son that was exactly identical to my son her Ammī had given birth simultaneously.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālū immediately divorced Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālā.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī pleaded to me that I should accept her Kħālā too.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed us, and her own mouth fell open.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās touched her chest and was about to suck in a quick breath.

She quickly stopped herself.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t want me to notice her crouching behind the door and seeing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was exactly identical to her Kħālāzād cousin.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what I was doing to her Kħālāzād cousin, even though Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself was not sexually experienced.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hadn’t, even yet, been so much as kissed by a boy.

Simply put, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was still a virgin.

At her twenty eight even.

It proved her immensely high moral character.

She was a real Musalmān.

She wasn’t one of the loose character Pseudo Musalmīn at all.

The Pseudo Musalmīn were always loose character.

And if a Pseudo Musalmān wasn’t a loose character, s/he wasn’t a Pseudo Musalmān herself/himself.

S/he was a true Musalmān.

About the only sexual experience Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had was whenever she touched herself at night as she lay alone in bed, and that was pretty much it.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had overheard some girls at University talking about “fucking and playing with themselves” but she didn’t know exactly what they meant until seeing me fucking her Kħālāzād cousin herself.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she should have just walked away since a daughter is not supposed to see her father like that.

Nevertheless, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās just stood there mesmerized by the sight of me with my Uncut Hindu Cock vanishing in and out of her exactly identical Kħālāzād cousin and friend, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, furiously.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what that was, too, even though that was yet another sexual experience she had yet to discover for herself.

Up to that point, the only penises Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had seen were on the Internet.

Hey, a girl can be curious!

Can’t she?

But seeing a real live one was a totally different experience.

And the fact that my Uncut Hindu Cock was considerably bigger than even those she had seen on the Internet made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās all the more transfixed.

As Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood there watching me fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir in that manner, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās couldn’t help but notice how I kept glancing over at the top of her desk.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself glanced over to see what I kept looking at and was shocked to discover a picture of her Ammī in a one-piece red bikini that I had taken of her when we went to the beach on one of our typical family outings just a few weeks ago.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās too wanted to wear a two-piece bikini, but being the stern loving father I was, I wouldn’t allow it for what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought were obvious reasons.

I was pleasuring myself with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to a picture of her Ammī!

As the initial shock wore off, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started to feel a little, well, flattered that I found her Ammī still attractive enough to pleasure myself, even fucking her Ammī’s exactly identical, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

What a damnfool her Ammī was.

Her real Abbū never loved her so much as I still did.

As far as I was concerned, actually I wasn’t fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir at all.

I was still fucking her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, in Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s exactly identical Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān body.

Now there are some people who would probably say at the point Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās should have been outraged that I was still looking at her Ammī in that way.

Nevertheless, the simple truth of the matter was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t.

In fact, not only was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās not outraged in the slightest by what I was doing with her Ammī’s bikini-clad picture, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also felt those familiar tingling sensations come back between her legs full-force.

Was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself not more identical to her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, than even her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, was?

Why don’t the hell Durgesh fuck Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself, instead of fucking her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir?

I started fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and faster as I increased the speed.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly lifted her dress, slipped her hand inside her dampening panties, and touched her hard throbbing clitty with the tip of her forefinger.

She quickly stifled a loud moan that was about to escape her lips since the last thing Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted to do was shock me that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was watching me get myself off to her Ammī’s picture, even while fucking her Ammī’s identical, her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was about to climax as I gripped the waist of Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and fucked her even faster.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, too, felt herself about to come as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was frantically rubbing her little clitty with her fingertip, with her mouth close tight, so I wouldn’t still hear her. All of a sudden, I threw my head back and let out a long drawn-out moan as my white stuff spurted out of the tip of my big penis into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, over and over several times.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what the “white stuff” was since they taught about all that stuff in Health class in University. So Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t that sexually inexperienced after all!

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slipped a finger inside of her and climaxed herself as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me come into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

That time she didn’t stop herself from moaning and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fell face-forward into my room.

To say I was shocked to see her there, especially in the, let’s say, condition we were both in, would have been a severe understatement.

“Honey,” I tried not to stammer, trying in vain to cover Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and myself. “Hell! What the hell are you doing in here?”

It was then that I noticed her dress hiked up and her hand still buried down inside her drenched panties.

“And what in the world are you doing with your hand down,”

I paused as if I couldn’t allow myself to admit that Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān’s own daughter, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, played with herself too,

“…down there like that?”

“Funny, ‘Daddy’,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said with a naughty grin, “I could ask you the exact same thing!”

“Young lady!” I blurted, settling on Al Zubaydah Al Nādir with her Musalmān Cunt still sheathing around my still-erect Uncut Hindu Cock. “You should never talk to your father like that!”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood up, still grinning at me, and said something Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t have normally said to me:

“You aren’t my father actually. Are you? Only my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, was your live in relationship partner. And some would say you shouldn’t be fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to the pictures of my Ammī. She isn’t your live in relationship partner any more.”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās pointed at the bikini-clad picture of her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, placed on my desk.

I glanced at the photo yet my face never flushed a bright red even for a second.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās giggled at the sight of her Kħālāzād cousin’s embarrassment, which was something else Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās normally would not have done to her.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t know what was coming over her, as that was not like Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās to act in such a flirty way, especially not with me.

It was right there standing in my room that she came to the realization that I was still in love with her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, even when she had returned to her real Abbū.

Subconsciously, she probably knew that, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t allow herself to admit that the society conditions didn’t allow us to have these type of feelings for those who are the closest and dearest to us.

But standing there in my bedroom after seeing me pleasure myself to her Ammī’s picture and realizing that I had these kind of feelings, sexual feelings, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī still now, perhaps I may say society be damned!

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās strode over to where I was fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

She didn’t take her eyes off me as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood before me and leaned back against my desk.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached behind me, grabbed her Ammī’s photo and gazed down at it.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed back at me and grinned at me again.

“So, Daddy,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said as seductively as she could, “you must really like that picture of my Ammī, huh?”

Her eyes trailed down to my Uncut Hindu Cock that Al Zubaydah Al Nādir was still gripping in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.

I said nothing as I just kept there staring at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās with my Uncut Hindu Cock still buried into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt entirely.

That was, until Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down and lightly touched the base of my wet penis with the tip of her forefinger.

I jumped back with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, still embedded in her, and glared at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was one sick little puppy, in spite of what I just got through doing with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī’s picture.

“What the hell are you doing?” I thundered at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down again and dipped her finger into the slippery length of my penis that was still dripping with my white hot come and Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s fragrent Musalmān Pussy juices.

“Don’t,” I ordered sternly.

But Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t remove her finger. Instead, she rolled her finger around the length of my Uncut Hindu Cock, making her finger wet in the process.

“Stop,” I said even more firmly. “Stop immediately. It still isn’t your own picture,” I paused, “it’s your Ammī’s. Damn you.”*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned her head closer to mine and said to me in a soothing voice,

“I’m NOT your daughter exactly, and I love you very much, and I know you love me very much.”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wrapped her palm firmly around my Uncut Hindu Cock that had started to come out a little.

“Stop, I say,” I demanded in a commanding voice. “We should never do it. It’s wrong.” I shook my head at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās. “It’s so wrong.”

“Is it, Durgesh darling?”

I was genuinely surprised, even a little shocked, that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had asked me such a question.

Then, as if I had contemplated her question in my mind, I slowly leaned forward on Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and gave up trying to stop her.

To the extent she had already gone, it was futile now to stop her.

None of my Musalmān stepdaughters maintained her platonic relationship with me.

I was only an immensely competent man for them they could have their live in relationship with, never a father.

For them I had both money and honey.

None could provide them the incredible sex I always was capable to, neither anyone had that much money always pouring in infinitely as I had.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade had advertised these facts about me as much as they could to obtain their goal.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled at me once more as she put the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock, recently pulled out of Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s Musalmān Cunt, up to her lips.

Then, without hesitating, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās opened her mouth as wide as she could and took my Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was still wet with my Hindu come and Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s fragrant Musalmān Cunt juices.

It tasted hot and salty in her mouth.

Moreover, it slid more easily back and forth between her lips.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had never sucked a man’s cock before.

Though, of course, she had seen it done on the Internet!

The fact that I was so large made the task a bit more intimidating.

But, being the little trooper that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did her absolute best to give me all the pleasure that I deserved.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās tried to take as much of my Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat as she could without gagging.

When that was achieved, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās took my Uncut Hindu Cock back out of her mouth and sucked it back in again.

The round flushed tip was poking the back of her throat.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started moving her head up and down with my Uncut Hindu Cock still in her beautiful Musalmān mouth, trying not to let her teeth scrape my sensitive skin.

I liked ultimately, what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was doing to me as I leaned my head back and started moaning again, as before when I was pleasuring myself to her Ammī’s picture fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

Not only that, but I was also becoming fully erect again in her mouth.

That made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās proud happy knowing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was pleasing me in that way.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās noticed my balls sticking out the top of my briefs.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stopped sucking me and tried to take them both into her mouth.

It made me moan even louder even though one of my balls did slip out of her mouth.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās popped my Uncut Hindu Cock back into her mouth and went down on me again.

My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock became fully erect in her beautiful Musalmān mouth as I started thrusting myself a little down her throat.

That was when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt herself begin to gag a little, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was able to hold it back as she placed her hands on my thighs and tried to keep her head as still as possible so I could thrust myself inside her mouth.

My cock slipped out of her mouth at one point.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned down with her tongue hanging out, licked the shaft all the way to the throbbing purple head, and sucked the very tip back into her mouth.

I moaned out once more when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did that, and something told Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t last much longer with me doing that to me.

I sensed it too.

Before Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew it, I had reached down, grabbed her arms, and pulled Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās up onto the top of my desk.

I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, which were by now so wet they were soaked.

I pulled her legs apart with my big strong hands and buried my Uncut Hindu Cock all the way into her wet throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.

“Oh, Durgesh!” She cried when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt my long hard Uncut Hindu Cock slide all the way down inside her. “That’s it! Fuck me Durgesh ! Fuck your new young Musalmān beloved!”

I didn’t stop as my Uncut Hindu Cock explored every inch of her virgin Musalmān pussy.

I nearly drove her insane when I fucked her erect Musalmān clitty.

She had never felt pleasure like that before, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was determined after that day, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was going to feel it again and again with me, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās realized right then and there that I was the only man for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

I stood up, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās found herself staring at my erect throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached out, wrapped it in her hand again, and gave it a few light strokes.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was amazed at how it felt both hard and soft at the same time.

I sat down in my chair, making her let go of my cock when I did so.

I noticed her lower lip was quivering just slightly.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was sure Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was excited and never ashamed of what we were doing.

But, to be honest, at that point she really didn’t care.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew without a doubt what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted from me next.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās got up from my desk, reached down and pulled her drenched panties all the way off.

Without taking her eyes off me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās threw them off to the side and started to straddle me on my chair.

I gazed down as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās took my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her hand and guided it inside her tight virgin twenty eight years old young Musalmān Cunt.

I placed my bear claws on her soft Musalmān thighs and moaned out softly at the feeling of being inside Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās removed her hand from around my penis and slid herself down ever so slowly until her bottom was touching my balls.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās lifted her blouse and then her bra to uncover both her breasts that had also never known the touch of a man.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned forward and all but smothered her tits into my face.

I kept my face between her young smart excellent Musalmān tits.

I wrapped my strong Hindu arms around the middle of her back and thrust my huge Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had heard stories from some of the girls at University who claimed to have “done it” how painful it was at first.

But, to her surprise, and her delight, there was hardly any pain when I thrust myself into Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was so turned on at that point, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted me inside of her so badly that it made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās feel hardly no pain at all.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wrapped her arms tightly around my broad shoulders and lay her head next to my ear.

I kept fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās harder and faster until I thought Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would pass out from the pleasure I was giving her.

I knew Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was about to come as her breathing increased against her small heaving chest and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was practically pounding her virgin Musalmān Cunt into oblivion, my Hindu balls making loud smacking sounds each time they slammed against her beautiful young Musalmān ass.

All of a sudden, I threw my head back as I did when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me fuck to her picture and let out another long drawn-out wail.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly grabbed the back of the chair and held on as tightly as she could as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt my Hindu come shoot inside her.

I kept thrusting my long hard Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās could feel my hot Hindu semen spill out of her.

It was so much that her little virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān twat couldn’t handle all the Hindu load.*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās laughed to herself.

If not even a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady of twenty eight could handle it, who the hell else could?

Wasn’t it a fact that ab initio only Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womankind handled it?

Wasn’t it a fact that there was no woman for infinite Kalps, eons, except the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womankind?

And there wasn’t any other man except Durgesh only?

There were only Durgesh and his infinite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives.

Wives?

Nonsense!

Live in relationship partners to be more precise.

Wasn’t it?

They were never married.

They aren’t married ritually even now.

There wasn’t any womankind for entire infinite Kalps for Durgesh except the infinite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womankind.

Durgesh fucked only Panjvaqtah Namāzī Årab Wahābī Musalmān houseladies for infinite Kalps, eons, according to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās has received her PhD on it.

She has received a telegram even from the Nobel Foundation of Stockholm:

Chapter 2

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Durgesh Sanā Rashīd

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Durgesh Sanā Rashīd

Sanā Rashīd just couldn’t stay awake any longer.

She didn’t care how mad her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, was going to be.

It didn’t make sense to her anyway why we all had to stay awake on the long drive from Pennsylvania to South Carolina.

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was the only one doing the driving.

With a huff, Sanā Rashīd pulled her hood from her sweatshirt over her eyes, slumped down in the seat, and drifted off to dreamland.

I glared at my live in relationship partner, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd out of the corner of my eye.

It was her dumbass idea to drive instead of fly to South Carolina and now she was complaining about having to do all the driving.

I would love to drive myself but Sanā Rashīd’s insistence that she needed to talk with me something serious about her career, made it impossible.

It was why flying to visit her younger daughter at college in South Carolina made so much more sense but Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was being her usual martyr self and would rather complain about having to do all the work than take an easier way.

Glancing in the backseat, I saw Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter, Sanā Rashīd.

I smiled to myself when I realized she was sound asleep.

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd would be pissed but I couldn’t care less.

At the next rest stop, I was going to tell Al Zubédah Al Waħīd I was getting in the back with Sanā Rashīd.

I could stretch out back there no matter how mad Al Zubédah Al Waħīd got.

What would she do?

Whine and complain?

She did that all the time anyway.

With a strange feeling of confusion, Sanā Rashīd awoke in the backseat.

She realized right away that we had stopped because she could smell the cheese chips Al Zubédah Al Waħīd snacked on and she knew we had been all gone before.

The next thing Sanā Rashīd realized was that I was across the seat from her, sound asleep.

She smiled at the nerve it took for him to stand up to Al Zubédah Al Waħīd.

I was a soft-spoken, laid-back man for the most part, wherever the welfare of womankind was concerned.

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was just the opposite.

She deliberately imposed herself on Durgesh.

Sanā Rashīd’s Abbū, Åbdul Rashīd was one of the best friends Durgesh had.

He called her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, Bhābhījān.

Yet her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, never accepted Durgesh as her dutiful husband’s friend.

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd always took liberty with Durgesh, seducing Durgesh always.

Even Sanā Rashīd could not avoid noticing it.

“Ammī,” Sanā Rashīd complained, “Keep yourself away from Durgesh.”

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd laughed.

“Sanā Rashīd,” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd countered back her twenty seven years old beautiful young daughter, “Why don’t you call him ‘uncle’, instead of ‘Durgesh’?”

“Ammī,”

“Isn’t he sixty five already? You are only twenty seven.”

“Nonsense,” Sanā Rashīd thrashed her Ammī, yet kept smiling cunningly.

“Why nonsense? Sanā Rashīd, I wasn’t born yesterday. I’m your Ammī.”

“When you know I’m interested in the ever infamous Hindu scoundrel, why don’t you keep away?”

“Why the hell should I? Your Abbū can’t satisfy me sexually.” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd blurted out ultimately.*

Sanā Rashīd often found herself cheering for me in the relationship because she felt Al Zubédah Al Waħīd often stepped all over me, taking undue advantage of my immense humanity and immense generosity to the entire womankind.

She ignored Al Zubédah Al Waħīd and lay down deliberately on my lap to get more comfortable.

In no time, she fell asleep once again.

I was having a most erotic dream.

I could feel pressure against my groin area, a warmth that was all but teasing me because it was so strange.

Fighting off sleep, I remembered that I was in the car with Al Zubédah Al Waħīd and her eldest daughter.

Glancing down in the dark car, I saw Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter was asleep in my lap, her nose pressed against my groin.

Despite myself, I felt an erection begin.

I wasn’t sure if it was just the sight of her sweet little twenty eight-year-old daughter in my lap.

Nevertheless, I had to shift a bit due to the way my growing cock strained against my jeans.

I closed my eyes in an attempt to rid myself of the visual image of what was happening.

Waking up slowly, Sanā Rashīd felt something poking at her nose.

She opened her eyes and realized she had all but buried her face in my crotch.

Just when she was about to move away in embarrassment, however, she noticed my cock must have been hard the way it was straining against her face.

Sneaking a peak, she looked up at me and saw that my eyes were closed so I must have still been sleeping and not aware of my erection.

Something tingled down below though and Sanā Rashīd realized she was turned on by being this close to my ever utmost famous, unique(?) hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

Without thinking, she squeezed her legs together.

With a start, Sanā Rashīd realized she was getting wet in her pussy from even this limited contact.

Could she risk taking this further?

With another peak at my closed eyes, she slowly reached a hand up to my zipper and gently pulled it down.

She thought she heard me gasp but when she looked up, my eyes were still shut as if in sleep.

Trying to control her suddenly excited breathing, Sanā Rashīd ran a fingertip over my underwear covered Uncut Hindu Cock.

She could feel the heat from it and had to hold back a moan.
So, this was the Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, every beautiful Musalmān houselady was crazy to get inside her?

Even her Ammī left her Abbū for it.

For it, or for Durgesh’s infinitely increasing already infinite money?

Durgesh’s incredible clandestine political and spiritual power?

They say Durgesh is immortal.

They even claim that Durgesh’s immortality is transferred to his women too when he fucks them.

Pseudo Musalmīn claim it’s only a nonsense immensely advertised by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade.

Well, whatsoever the fact is, it’s the same utmost famous Uncut Hindu Cock, no doubt.*

I could barely take it any longer!

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s young daughter was touching my hard Hindu cock!

I wanted to moan aloud but of course alert being caught.

I couldn’t let things go any longer, though.

Slowly, I covered Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s fingers with my own.

She looked up at me with a start and this time I met her stare.

“You started this,” I told her with my eyes.

Slowly, her beautiful young smart eldest girl smiled at me.

Careful to keep my head down to hide my opened eyes and expression from Al Zubédah Al Waħīd in the front seat, I too smiled back at her.

Sanā Rashīd could hardly believe what was happening but she loved every minute of it.

I was helping her to release my Hindu erection from my jeans and my huge Hindu cock was right in front of her.

She couldn’t help herself but quickly wrapped her red crimson beautiful Musalmān lips around the end of my Uncut Hindu Dick.

Oh, she wanted to moan aloud by how hot and hard it was in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

All she could do was squeeze her legs together in ecstasy as both of her hands had to help guide the monster Uncut Hindu Cock into her waiting, watering Musalmān mouth.

After somewhat an hour of it, I was ready to explode already as Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter sucked and licked the end of my hard Hindu cock.

It was a beautiful sight to behold, her pretty red Musalmān lips shining the end of my Hindu erection.

I ached to give her some pleasure as well so I moved my hand down her extremely beautiful Musalmān body and felt her willingly open her legs for my invading Hindu hand.

I cupped Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s pussy through her jeans and felt it wet and hot against my palm.

I hungered to drive my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her wet Musalmān hole but knew we were pushing our luck as it was with Al Zubédah Al Waħīd so close.

Instead, I moved my hand against her mound in rhythm to the sucking she did on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock .

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s sweet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughter managed to take more and more of my rock-like Uncut Hindu Dick into her young Musalmān mouth, more than even her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd ever had.

She rode my hand with abandon as it worked against her pussy.

Sanā Rashīd also concentrated on milking my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock for all she was worth, driving us both close to the edge.

She felt herself cumming so she moved as close as she could to me, taking me deep into her extremely beautiful young Musalmān mouth until at last she felt my hot Hindu cum shoot down into her throat.

Pressing herself against my hand as hard as she could, Sanā Rashīd let my Hindu cum fill her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth up.

We rested for a Moment in the backseat of the car while Al Zubédah Al Waħīd drove through the night without a clue as to the fact that her Hindu husband’s Uncut Hindu Cock was growing flaccid in her daughter’s mouth while her husband’s hand was nestled against her daughter’s incredibly wet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.

Sanā Rashīd realized she must have drifted off again, so sated had she been in orgasmic bliss.

When next she became aware, it was daylight and she lay alone in the backseat of the car.

That’s when she realized we were at a hotel.

She found a room key resting by her head so she grabbed her bags and headed to the room printed on the key.

Inside, she found Al Zubédah Al Waħīd taking off her shoes and me just coming out of the shower.

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd glared at her.

“Well, look here. It’s sleeping beauty.” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd shook her head and walked to her suitcase. “I’m going to take a long shower and then I’m going to sleep for a few hours. I don’t care what they two of you do but I know neither one of you need any sleep since you just got plenty.”

She slammed the door to the bathroom.

We faced each other across the now empty hotel room.

As soon as the water started inside the bathroom, the space between us vanished as we hurried to each other.

I swept a hand around Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s waist and lifted her so that her mouth met my in a hot, wet kiss.

Our tongue’s tangled as Sanā Rashīd’s legs came up around my waist.

I settled my hands on Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s young daughter’s sweet Musalmān ass and helped her to move against me.

I was rock hard once again.

Sanā Rashīd moaned.

“Please, fuck me, Durgesh,” she breathed against my mouth. “I too need to feel that hard utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock inside my now ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. I want it to explode inside me just like before.”

“Oh, Sanā Rashīd, my sweetie, I want that too but I don’t know if we have time before your Ammī comes out,” I said with a hesitation somewhat.

She jumped down off me and gently pushed me onto the bed.

“We’ll listen for the shower to stop,” she told me, yanking her shirt over her head. “We can stop and then pick it up again when she falls asleep.”

Her bra left her beautiful body next and she loved the way my mouth seemed to water at the sight of her.

“I think we’ve already proven that we can be quiet.”

Pushing her jeans down her body, her panties went with them so that she stood completely naked in front of me, the ever infamous, yet always utmost wanted by beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.

“Please, Durgesh,” she asked sweetly.

All I could do was grin at her and hold out my hand.

She was on top of me in no time, both of us yanking at my clothes until I was naked as well.

The feeling of Sanā Rashīd’s young beautiful Musalmān body against mine, had my Uncut Hindu Cock straining to meet her young Musalmān Cunt.

My fingers found her first and dove in to find her hot and wet, making me moan.

“Oh, Sanā Rashīd,” I said again. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Sanā Rashīd lay down next to me and spread her legs.

She grabbed my hand and pushed me deeper into her.

“I don’t care, Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of us both Ammī and daughter. I want you inside me. Put your ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in me too, Durgesh darling. Please,” she begged.

I couldn’t refuse such a request so I angled myself over her, lowering between her spread legs.

First, I teased her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Cunt with the tip of my hot, hot Uncut Hindu Dick until she begged some more.

Then, I entered her slowly, torturing us both with the blessed feelings.

When I felt her virginal Musalmān wall, I still not hesitated.

I never felt guilty about what I was about to do.

I was going to take Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s virginity.

When Sanā Rashīd raised her hips in wanton desire, even all of my hesitation, if there was somewhat, vanished and I slammed down into her.

Oh, it hurt.

I had a huge cock and Sanā Rashīd was a tiny girl.

Nevertheless, she quickly wrapped her legs around me, embracing the pain as it quickly led to pleasure.

She loved that it was myself inside her and I was taking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān virginity with my beautifully big ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock itself .

She moaned and began to meet my powerful Hindu thrusts over and over again, begging me to keep fucking her.

“Durgesh darling, you’re so big and so hard inside me! Fuck me harder! Yes, Durgesh, I love you inside me. Cum in me, Durgesh. Please cum in me!” She wanted that hot Hindu cum in her more than she wanted to take her next breath.

Even if Al Zubédah Al Waħīd came out of the bathroom at that very Moment, Sanā Rashīd wasn’t going to let me stop fucking her.

It felt so incredibly good and nothing was going to stop her from finding her fulfilment.

I continued to pound into Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Cunt, even though I felt my Hindu seed rising.

I wanted it to last forever but her pussy walls started to convulse around me as Sanā Rashīd too started cumming on my already Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

I couldn’t hold back and shot into her over and over as she moaned against me.

I stayed inside her and on top of her as we both fought to even our breathing.

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter kept moving against me, kept squeezing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Cunt against my Uncut Hindu Dick.

As usual, my Uncut Hindu Cock stayed hard for her and she was able to cum a second time even though I kept thrusting inside her.

“Thank you, Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” she whispered to me. “That was the greatest thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

I looked down at Sanā Rashīd.

“We can’t do this again, Sanā Rashīd.” I told her gravely.

She just smiled.

“Nonsense, Durgesh darling. Yes, we can. We can till we both exist.”

We both heard the shower stop then.

We had to scramble to put our clothes back on.

When Al Zubédah Al Waħīd came out, she found her Hindu live in relationship partner reading a local newspaper while her daughter flipped through the channels of the TV.

“I hope you two are having a grand time,” she told us with sarcasm.

Then, she flopped down and went to sleep.

Sanā Rashīd grinned at me.

I met her eyes boldly.

She smiled seductively once more.

Seducing me might be almost as fun for her as fucking me ultimately.

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Thank you that you cheated her

Posted: December 9, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Kulsūm Naåīm, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

Thank you that you cheated her

Kulsūm Naåīm could not bear that Zāhid Altāf cheated on her.

It was three weeks ago that she had found it.

Was it Islam?

Kulsūm Naåīm never loved the bastard.

Zāhid Altāf wasn’t her choice ever.

She loved Durgesh instead.

Zāhid Altāf could not bear it.

“Durgesh is a Hindu.” Zāhid Altāf flared.

“So what? I’m not the ever fist Musalmān young lady that would live in relationship with a Hindu.”

“But why? When Islam prohibits…”

“All the things Islam prohibits are really abandoned by Musalmīn?” Kulsūm Naåīm showed Zāhid Altāf the mirror.

“Well,” Zāhid Altāf couldn’t face the reality.

“Why the hell you Pseudo Musalmīn always want everything Islamic from your womankind only?” Kulsūm Naåīm thundered.

It went on indefinitely.

Yet, ultimately, Zāhid Altāf had succeeded in convincing Kulsūm Naåīm

To marry him instead of a live in relationship with me.

Kulsūm Naåīm could never believe Zāhid Altāf would cheat her ever.

There had been a terrible fight, and Kulsūm Naåīm kicked him out of the house.

Zāhid Altāf had come crawling, begging her to take him back.

Kulsūm Naåīm gave in, eventually, but she hadn’t forgiven him yet.

The atmosphere during our first dinner together as a family again was icy at best.

Now, after eight years of their marriage, Kulsūm Naåīm was the CFO of an international business, and Zāhid Altāf was, well, the stay at home house husband, nothing more.

Since I was also there living in relationship with the sisters of both Kulsūm Naåīm and Zāhid Altāf, there wasn’t much for Zāhid Altāf to do, of course.

That’s what got him in trouble in the first place.

“Kulsūm Naåīm, I’m really sorry for what I did, if there’s any–” Zāhid Altāf started.

“Oh shut it, Zāhid Altāf,” snapped Kulsūm Naåīm. “You already know what you’re going to do to make it up.”

“Kulsūm Naåīm, please, there has to be something else I–”

“No,” interrupted Kulsūm Naåīm again, irritated. “My mind is set. You agreed to it. In writing.” Zāhid Altāf looked absolutely dejected.

I looked sternly at Zāhid Altāf,

“Uh, what are you guys talking about? What’s Zāhid Altāf gonna do?”

“Oh, he’s not gonna do anything. Isn’t that right, my dear?” She sounded as if she were talking to a child, instead of her duly wedded husband.

Zāhid Altāf glowered, and replied tersely,

“Yes.”

He hated it when Kulsūm Naåīm used that voice, especially on him.

“So what’s going on?” I asked, feeling somewhat left out, even while I was trying to help them out.

Kulsūm Naåīm stood up, and stretched.

She hadn’t changed since coming home from the office.

She still wore her power suit.

It consisted of a light gray knee length skirt, and white button up blouse with ruffles.

“Mmm, I needed that,” she sighed. “Another long day at the office.” She walked over, and stood next to me. “Listen, Durgesh, my ever competent Hindu Bahnoī, my Hindu Nandoī Shrī, I have to ask you something.”

Without giving me a chance to speak, she swept my plate off the table.

It shattered on the floor, cutlery clinking loudly.

“Kulsūm Naåīm, what are you doing?”

She hoisted herself up on the table, sitting down right in front of me, legs hanging down to one side.

I was thoroughly confused.

“What I want to ask you, my dear, sweet Kulsūm Naåīm, is if you want to help me.”

I studied her face–framed by shoulder length, smooth brown hair–while she looked down at me from her perch.

I noticed her coquettish smile. “Help with what?” I inquired, not hesitantly even a bit.

The entire situation felt unusual, somehow.

Not that Kulsūm Naåīm had the habit of clearing the table by dumping everything on the floor, but her whole demeanor was different today.

More commanding.

She lifted her legs, and placed the hose covered feet on the chair, to each side of my legs.

Then she spread her knees apart.

My eyes were drawn to the spot between her legs, yet my heart never skipped a beat.

I wasn’t a child.

I was sixty-six already, even if I still looked of twenty-eight only ever.

I was utmost experienced now in these matters.
I had a clear and unobstructed view of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Kulsūm Naåīm definitely wasn’t wearing any panties.

Her smooth shaven lips were puffed up, and glistened with wetness. Between the swollen lips protruded her labia, tempting me with promises of pleasure.

“KULSŪM NAÅĪM!” I cried out joyfully.

Blood rushed into my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, and I nearly instantly got hard.

Kulsūm Naåīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was fantastic, but until then I never looked at her in a sexual way.

She leaned backwards, with her hands flat against the table, sticking out her breasts at me, while biting her lower lip.

“You see, your ever incompetent Musalmān sālā, Zāhid Altāf, came to me last night, and begged on his knees for forgiveness.”

My eyes kept being drawn back to her pussy, and she made no attempts at modesty.

“He said I could do anything I wanted to him. He even said if I wanted to, I could cheat on him. A free pass, he said.”

I was speechless, yet my heart was not pounding in my chest.

I had utmost experiences already in these matters.

She sat up and started undoing her blouse.

With every button that opened, more of her breasts came into view.

They were round and plump, absolutely gorgeous.

Kulsūm Naåīm kept smiling cunningly, triumphantly.

“I liked the sound of that, so I thought to myself who I should sleep with.”

Her dark nipples were poking out, hard as diamonds. “And the answer was pretty easy. Why, it had to be the person in the world I love the most.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

Or seeing, for that matter.

I’ve never thought about Kulsūm Naåīm in that way, but seeing her like this, positively oozing with sex, practically throwing herself at me, tugged at something deep inside my soul.

I could smell her perfume, mixed with something more exotic, muskier.

At that Moment, Zāhid Altāf coughed.

Yet I didn’t nearly jump out of my skin.

Even though, I had completely forgotten he had been there.

Kulsūm Naåīm turned around.

“What do you say, Zāhid Altāf? Do you think I should have sex with our sweet Hindu Bahnoī, of both of us, if that’s what it costs for me to take you back?”

Zāhid Altāf looked down, and I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind.

“Yes,” he muttered, finally.

Kulsūm Naåīm chuckled.

She reached out, and swept everything off the table she could reach.

Plates and glasses shattered as they hit the floor, and the large serving bowl made a loud crash.

“Zāhid Altāf, be a dear and clean that up,” she crooned in a fake honeysuckle voice.

She turned back to me, took off her blouse completely, and tossed it on the floor along with all the broken shards.

Zāhid Altāf got up and left the room.

Kulsūm Naåīm lay back on the table, and pulled her legs close to her body, presenting me with her beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

The skirt slowly slid up, and I watched in rapt attention as her puckered asshole came into view.

It slid up further, revealing once again her wet, puffy lips.

Juices flowed freely from her slit, and dripped onto the table.

She pulled off the skirt the rest of way, then threw it aside.

“You want to fuck me, right, Durgesh darling, méré Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā ?” Kulsūm Naåīm asked, and for the first time I could detect a hint of doubt.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, yes,” I blurted out, without thinking, but it was true.

Even though she was my Salhaj, Kulsūm Naåīm, I couldn’t help but want to fuck her.

She needed it very much.

I was her first choice.

Zāhid Altāf talked her out of it.

Yet now she was returning to her original choice.

“Then do it.” Kulsūm Naåīm winked at me.

I needed no further encouragement.

I stood up while pulling down my pants and underwear in one motion.

My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock sprang free, and it felt good.

The door opened, and Zāhid Altāf came back in.

He gave a start when he saw me standing there with my pants on the ground, rock hard cock just inches from his wife’s dripping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

He had brought a broom and trash can to clean up the mess.

“Look at how huge his Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock is compared to yours, Zāhid Altāf,” said Kulsūm Naåīm.

Zāhid Altāf was standing there, frozen, eyes fixed on the space between my Hindu crotch and Kulsūm Naåīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slit.

Kulsūm Naåīm wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me closer.

The tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock was positioned at the entrance to Musalmān paradise, and I watched in fascination as my head slowly parted her lips, and disappeared inside of her wet Musalmān pussy.

It felt so good, and I sighed in pleasure.

It was a tight fit, but Kulsūm Naåīm kept pulling me closer, until I was finally in all the way.

“Ho. Ly. Shit, Allah Rabbil åālmīn,” gasped Kulsūm Naåīm. “This is fucking incredible.”

Zāhid Altāf started picking up some of the bigger shards, and tossed them into the trash.

“Come on Durgesh, fuck Kulsūm Naåīm. Fuck Kulsūm Naåīm, my wife, hard. She needs it very much now.”

I smiled triumphantly,

“Cuckolded?”

Zāhid Altāf shrugged.

Only shrugged.

He didn’t utter a word.

“I tried to explain you, Zāhid Altāf, when you talked Kulsūm Naåīm out of my live in relationship to marry her. It’s not easy once they decide to have me and then forget me forever.”

I started thrusting, slowly at first.

It was absolutely surreal, feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock sliding in and out of Kulsūm Naåīm’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina.

The perversity of fucking the woman, who preferred Zāhid Altāf on me, even if she was misguided by him, was intense.

Every motion was accompanied by Kulsūm Naåīm’s loud, guttural moans.

“Faster, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, please,” she begged, and I obliged.

I grabbed her thighs, and started pounding.

The few remaining table settings rattled with every stab.

“Fuck yes, that’s it. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, over and over for hours.

I was never close to orgasm.

After as if an infinity, Zāhid Altāf heard from me, what he wanted to hear from me hours before.

“I’m gonna…cum soon…Kulsūm Naåīm,” I panted.

“Don’t stop, keep going, Durgesh. Cum in me, please.”

I came, hard.

A powerful burst of raw, unfiltered energy resonated through my body, and my Uncut Hindu Cock twitched, and pulsated, shooting my Hindu seed deepest inside Kulsūm Naåīm.

“Allah! Yā Allah! Oh fuck, oh God, oh God, yeeees,” she yelled, devolving into a loud, wordless scream, as her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shook with her own orgasm.

I was breathless and just stood there, processing everything.

Kulsūm Naåīm was lying on the table, laughing a deep, satisfied laugh.

She had waited for it for years.

Hadn’t she?

I sat back down in the chair, my softening cock exiting Kulsūm Naåīm’s Musalmān pussy with a squelching pop.

She sat up, and hopped off the table, onto my lap.

“That was fantastic, Durgesh,” she told me, and leaned in for a kiss.

Her lips were playful, her tongue was quick, and I was mesmerized by her passionate hunger.

She scooted forward, and my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock made contact with her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vulva.

Her wet lips slid up and down the outside of my Hindu shaft, and my Hindu dick hardened more again.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, and broke the kiss.

“That’s the spirit.” I reached around, and squeezed her supple cheeks with both my hands.

Kulsūm Naåīm used one hand to guide my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock inside her still wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole, then sat down on top of it.

Instead of bouncing up and down, she just rocked her hips back and forth, gyrating on my Hindu dick.

It was an incredibly intense stimulation of my still sensitive Hindu penis.

I cupped her breast, and started playing with her hard nipples, kissing her on the cheek, and nibbling at her earlobe, while I felt her hot, shallow breath against my neck.

“I’m gonna cum again, ultimately, not right now,” I told her.

She started kissing me again, and gyrated faster, and faster, for hours again, until I exploded a second time, pumping my Hindu load inside her, while her lips were intertwined with mine, taking my breath away.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, that was amazing,” I said.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” She stood up.

The instant my cock left her pussy, I missed the feeling of warmth and comfort it gave me, longing to be buried inside of her, forever.

“We’ll definitely have to do this again, and soon.”

Kulsūm Naåīm winked at Zāhid Altāf.

Zāhid Altāf tried to smile back at her, but could not very well.

It was his intense humiliation after all.

We kissed again, and then she left the room, still naked.

I was aware of Zāhid Altāf again, who was kneeling on the floor, gathering broken plates and glass.

I tried getting up quietly.

I was just about to leave the room, when I heard his soft voice.

“Durgesh, just…treat her better than I did. Don’t make the same mistake, ok?”

“Ok, Zāhid Altāf, Thank you that you cheated her. It brought her ultimately to me.” I replied, and left the room to look for Kulsūm Naåīm.

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Flowers never weigh

Yazīd malåūn destroyed it.

Chapter 3

I said, taking her hand,

“Sure,”

We began walking.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t help but glance back at me to see if I was watching her…

I wasn’t.

Oddly, that made Al Ħabībah Al Imrān feel sad, which was, of course, ludicrous.

She loved Durgesh actually.

Doesn’t she?

She loved Durgesh fucked her.

Allah!

The same Anant Muslimātchod Hindu she hated so much!

As we walked down the trail, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had the sudden urge to show me Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved me.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to make up for Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s indiscretion by doing something to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband.

Twenty minutes in the hike, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān saw a small side path and said,

“Follow me.”

I said,

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I don’t think this is a trail.”

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hopes not,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred, trying to look sexy and with intent.

A couple of minutes later, deep enough in the woods that we couldn’t be seen, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān dropped to her knees and bravely fished out my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān considered letting me fuck her, but Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sure didn’t want me to know Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wasn’t wearing panties.

I smiled,

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, really here?”

“You always say you wish Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was more spontaneous,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped, which if I knew just how spontaneous Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had been today I would likely keel over.

Plus, although we had a reasonable amount of sex and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was very willing in the bedroom, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was not really a risk taker outside the bedroom.

But insecurity, or belief that sex was for the bedroom, seemed to be shattered after the exhilarating, taboo sex Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had in the backseat of the car.

Suddenly, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to take risks.

Before I could say anything, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took my flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved sucking cock… always had.

Was a bit of a cock sucking Sex Obsessed Sex Addict in high school, deciding it was a good way to save Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s virginity for marriage.

Plus, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was good at it and actually liked the unique feeling and taste of cum.

Of course, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān ended up not saving Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s virginity for marriage, getting fucked at the first college party Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to by a college senior.

“Oh shit,” Muħammad Imrān groaned, “what has gotten into you?”

The answer to that question was his daughter, but that definitely didn’t seem like a good answer.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her proud Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and asked,

“Can’t a wife show her husband she loves him by sucking his cock and swallowing his load?”

“Yes she can,” I laughed.

“Plus, I’m hungry and your Hindu cum has a lot of healthy nutrients for a body,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped, taking my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her proud Musalmān mouth.

“And for your complexion, too,” I added, having heard from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade ,from Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Shékħ and from even her so uncommunal ever sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān husband Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Shékħ that sucking my Hindu cum was very good for a Musalmān woman’s complexion.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān protested,

“Don’t you dare.”

“What? You think I would be shocked?” I teased, sliding my Uncut Hindu Cock back in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān thought to herself,

‘If you only knew.’

Yet, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing, feeling oddly exhilarated doing it in such a public place.

“I’m not going to last long,” I moaned, after an hour approximately, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hungrily sucked my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing and was rewarded with a full load of my Hindu cum in her proud Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān gasped, “Really?”

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I couldn’t resist,” I smiled triumphantly cunningly, as I slid my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her proud Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had two weaknesses her ever moral Musalmān husband, Muħammad Imrān, always hated to fulfill.

She loved to suck Cock.

She loved to have anal sex even.

Allah! Thank God, Durgesh allowed his beautiful Musalmān houseladies both with him.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān milked the last remnants of my Hindu cum from my Cock, sat back up and kissed me hard.

When the kiss ended, I said,

“Well, that was unexpected.”

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was hungry,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, smiling seductively.

“Well, I’m always willing to feed you,” I smiled back as I put my proud Uncut Hindu Cock away.

Most of the mankind that was not Vedic Monotheist Hindu never understood what the womankind really loved to enjoy.

Only Ved has Pavmān Som Mandal in it, neither Al Qur’an Al Karīm, nor Bible.

The Āryans that left Āryāvart, to build their own country, Iran, blamed Indians that they don’t want to progress from their primitive animal instincts.

They termed Pavmān Som Mandal in R’gved impious.

Now, their own history of defeat against Islam was proving them entirely incorrect.

Wasn’t it?

Wasn’t Islam the last and final Arabic version of Vedic Monotheist Hinduism itself?

Wasn’t it the real reason Musalmīn never converted entire India into Islam as they did the other countries?

They never needed to.

The Hindus were already the Musalmīn Everfirst.

We headed back down the trail and resumed the hike hand in hand.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān didn’t know how long it took, but eventually we returned to the beginning.

I whispered,

“You should probably go to the washroom before we head out.”

“Good call,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I really need to use washroom.”

“And clean the cum off,” I teased her smiling playfully.

“Sure. Allah, you let me wear it that whole hike,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, somehow forgetting it was on her.

“Well, you didn’t seem too concerned, and we don’t know anyone here,” I shrugged.

“Except my evergreen Hindu ŧhonkū, our Anant Muslimātchod Hindu,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān laughed lightly teasing me too.

“Which is why Al Ħabībah Al Imrān mentioned it,” I winked at her.

“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu scoundrel,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān playfully said, hitting me.

“Maybe tonight,” I countered, occasionally fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s gorgeous Musalmān ass.

“You wish,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped back, even though Al Ħabībah Al Imrān assumed we would indeed be fucking tonight.

“No, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I know,” I said, slapping Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s ass lightly playfully.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to the washroom.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān grabbed a Gatorade and a chocolate bar and returned to the car.

Her husband and I were leaning against the car, chatting. Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wondered how weird it would be if we were chatting about sex.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joined us and asked,

“Ready to go?”

“Sure,” Muħammad Imrān said, before adding, “Ready to sit on Durgesh’s lap for a couple of more hours?”

“Ready to have your Al Ħabībah Al Imrān squishing you for a couple of more hours?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān countered.

“It’s been a tight squeeze,” I countered myself too.

How doesn’t he understand what his ever-horny Musalmān wife is doing right behind him?

Muħammad Imrān wasn’t a Musalmān.

He was one of the numerous Pseudo Musalmīn.

No doubt.

It was easy to be born in Ummat-e-Muslimah.

But it wasn’t easy to be a real Muslim.

Most of the Musalmīn were actually Pseudo Musalmīn today whether knowingly or unknowingly.

Islam was actually an international movement of humanity that was named variously in the past, Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, Persianism, Judaism, Christianity etcetera.

Now, I was one of the several Musalmīn, Musalmīn Everfirst to be more correct, that were again attempting our best to reestablish the true Islamic movement, opposing the terrorists and other Pseudo Musalmīn everywhere.

Humanity couldn’t survive without it.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān laughed, trying to be casual, feeling that Muħammad Imrān could somehow sense the sexual tension between his wife and me,

“Yes, it’s like a hot box back there.”

I laughed,

“It’s like a weight loss program back there.”

Muħammad Imrān said,

“I’m sorry we hadn’t planned this better.”

I joked, repeating an earlier statement Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had made,

“It’s made for some special Al Ħabībah Al Imrān and my bonding.”

“Well, get ready to bond some more,” Muħammad Imrān said, “It’s a good two to three hours until our late supper stop.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t help but laugh and feel mortified at the reality of what Muħammad Imrān was actually approving potentially, especially when Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked at me.

I had a big smile on my face.

Why the hell shouldn’t have I?

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was serving me her ever-best sex services, perhaps she hadn’t served even to her husband, Muħammad Imrān.

We were back in the car, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was back on my lap, this time on my right leg leaning against the boxes.

Again, like last time, I ignored Al Ħabībah Al Imrān for the first hour.

As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fidgeted, again uncomfortable, I asked,

“Uncomfortable, my dear?”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded.

I smiled,

“Me too,” and pulled out my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock from my shorts. “There, that is a lot better.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān stared at my semi-erect Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.*

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t take Her eyes off it.

I pointed it to her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked back at me with confusion.

I moved my hand onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s leg, under Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s dress and directly to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wet Musalmān pussy.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned softly, but thankfully, the music covered it.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just sat on my lap and allowed me to penis her pussy…

I did it for a good five minutes… getting Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hot and riled.

I then pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out and put it directly in her mouth.

“Delicious,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, loud enough that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband heard.

“What’s delicious?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“The snack Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shared with me,” I brazenly replied.

“Is there any left?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“No, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān ate it all,” I responded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān remained stoic and not ashamed.

She looked at me proudly and even triumphantly instead.

It was evident enough she hated her husband immensely and wanted to punish him as much as she could.

Poor Muħammad Imrān.

I couldn’t enjoy it.

Muħammad Imrān wasn’t my enemy exactly.

He was my friend’s son.

Even if my friend suspected his wife had her extramarital affair with me and Muħammad Imrān was actually my own son.

However, most of my male acquaintances suspected so.

He wasn’t alone.

There were many reasons behind it.

They never took sex as seriously as I always did.

Yes, they hated me for it.

Yet, I knew they were even jealous of me for it.

The damn fools.

They never understood what they actually lacked comparatively.

I was a Vedic Monotheist Hindu.

I believed in Pavmān Som Mandal.

I had seriously studied it and still do in my daily Stavans, daily meditations.

It said sex wasn’t dirty ever in itself.

We, the human beings make it dirty due to our immense ignorance, irresponsibility, and ever-adamant immense irrationality due to our inherent inertia.

Sex is divine otherwise.

It is blessed on us to keep our human race exist.

It must be always respected as such.*

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband said, continuing the surreal conversation,

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I too could use a snack,”

“Me too,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān added, staring at my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock and licking her lips with wanton intent.

“Maybe next car stop,” I suggested.

“I’m definitely stopping,” Muħammad Imrān said. “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I could use a bathroom break anyway.”

“It’s hot back here,” I said, also taking my shirt off, suddenly showcasing my rock hard abs… something Muħammad Imrān had lost years ago.

It was a miracle for others.

Yet, for me it was a natural scientific process.

The others could never achieve it, because they never tried to complete the scientific process involved for it.

It was the main problem of the losers ever.

They thought they had nothing to learn from the gainers ever.

Most of the losers were always losers because they never tried to learn anything from their failures even.

I then took her hand and guided it to my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān should have resisted, but the invisible magnetic pull was too much.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took it in her hand and stroked it, even as Muħammad Imrān could stare at us in the rear view mirror if he wished… although he would only see her hungry face.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wished Al Ħabībah Al Imrān could suck my lovely, Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, but that was literally impossible in the confined space.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had accepted, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān stroked and stared at my majestic Uncut Hindu Cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was willing to allow me to fuck her again.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted and needed that my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in her.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was ready to climb on top and go for a ride when Muħammad Imrān said,

“Pulling over.”

His words and the slowing car brought Al Ħabībah Al Imrān back to reality like a cold shower.

A reality that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock and about to willingly ride me.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān let go of my cock and to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s surprise, I didn’t put my cock away, as we rolled to a stop at a small town gas station.

Muħammad Imrān said, “Five minute stop,” as he exited.

“Two minute snack,” I said, opening the door, and ordering, “suck me, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān gasped.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to suck me, but couldn’t believe I wanted Al Ħabībah Al Imrān to here, even though Muħammad Imrān had conveniently parked in a secluded spot.

“Hurry up, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I ordered, “we only have time for an appetizer.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly got out of the car, overwhelmed with insatiable hunger and lust, turned around, and demanded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān lowered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth onto my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, “Watch for the damn fool.”

“Yes, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I groaned, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took most of my Uncut Hindu Cock in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s beautiful Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed quickly.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān would have liked to savor sucking my cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved to worship the Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, but time was of the essence.

So Al Ħabībah Al Imrān furiously bobbed up and down, enjoying the groans coming from my mouth.

“I’m close, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I warned and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed faster making it clear I had permission to cum in my new live in relationship partner, her mouth.

Then suddenly I said,

“Muħammad Imrān! Muħammad Imrān! Muħammad Imrān!”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly left and saw Muħammad Imrān with a small bag.

I asked,

“You have to pee, don’t you?”

“You know me,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān headed into the gas station and to the washroom.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked in the mirror.

What was coming over her?

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no answer to the question.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked me in a gas station parking lot and was seconds from swallowing my load.

For someone who wasn’t really a risk taker, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had ridden me to orgasm in the backseat of the car while Muħammad Imrān drove, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had sucked and swallowed my load on a secluded hiking trail and just now sucked me.

And I likely wanted her to finish what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān started when we were back on the road.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān returned to the car.

Both men were already in the car.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān repositioned again on my lap, my Uncut Hindu Cock was already out and looking like it was expecting to get some tender loving care.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved back on the same right leg Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was on before we stopped.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān liked being able to keep an eye on Muħammad Imrān and me.

As soon as we were back on the highway, I pointed back to my Cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wordlessly reached over and began stroking it, even as Muħammad Imrān had a conversation with me.

“So about seventy miles and then we will stop for dinner and a hotel,” Muħammad Imrān said.

“Sounds good,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, again with a double meaning, “I’ll be starving by then, I may even have to have a nice juicy T-bone.”

“Me too,” Muħammad Imrān suggested, which Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had to bite Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s lip to not laugh.

“What about you, Durgesh, what are you hungry for?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, giving me a look that spoke volumes.

I moved my hand underneath Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s dress again and responded, my eyes never leaving hers,

“Oh, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I was hoping for the ultimate.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried to change the topic,

“Did you book us a hotel yet?”

Muħammad Imrān, never the planner, shrugged,

“Nope.”

Feeling a rush of exhilaration at chatting with Muħammad Imrān while simultaneously stroking my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, “Shouldn’t we?”

“There will be space,” Muħammad Imrān blindly believed.

“Okay,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s focus at the moment was on My cock.

“Looking forward to living on your own, Durgesh?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“I’m going to have a roommate,” I pointed out.

“Oh, right,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, “are you looking forward to meeting her?”*

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān I guess,” I responded, distracted by the way Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s fingers traced around my mushroom top.

“Hopefully you get along,” Muħammad Imrān continued, trying to keep the dying conversation going.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked,

“Who couldn’t love our sweet Durgesh?”

“Yes, I’m pretty much irresistible,” I quipped.

“Is that a good thing?” Muħammad Imrān questioned.

“Sometimes,” I answered.

Chapter 4

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Flowers never weigh

Chapter 2

Muħammad Imrān nodded,

“Okay,”

He turned the radio back up as another eighties tune.

Bryan Adam’s ‘Summer of 69’, began.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there; still in complete shock that my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock was buried deep in her.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there.

The urge to ride my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock was growing with every second inside her.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there wondering what I was going to do next.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there; secretly wishing I would take more control.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there; worried that if I did take control Ħabībah Imrān would be unable to hide the obvious reality that we were committing Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse just inches away from Muħammad Imrān.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there and enjoyed the ride, every bump in the road creating a new pleasure, as my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock would rise up inside her.

Ħabībah Imrān had to use all Ħabībah Imrān’s will power not to moan, not to alert Muħammad Imrān to the Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse adultery Ħabībah Imrān was willingly committing with me.

Yet, Ħabībah Imrān was frustrated that I who had been so brazen to slide my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in her, was now just sitting there reading my kindle as if my Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t buried deep in my Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Sex Box.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there for over half an hour doing nothing but allowing herself to be teased like crazy, albeit enjoying my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock nonstop into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Ħabībah Imrān had to use all Ħabībah Imrān’s willpower not just to give in the insatiable hunger to ride my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Ħabībah Imrān had to use all Ħabībah Imrān’s willpower not to moan on every bump on the highway, especially when Muħammad Imrān occasionally hit the warning bumps making Ħabībah Imrān’s body tremble and her pussy quake.

Ħabībah Imrān had to use all Ħabībah Imrān’s willpower to not grind on my Uncut Hindu Cock to get herself off, the teasing of a cock in her and not doing anything driving Ħabībah Imrān nuts.

Muħammad Imrān startled Ħabībah Imrān.

Her head clouded, when Muħammad Imrān announced,

“Twelve miles to the next stop.”

This seemed to make me finally take control.

I began slowly to lift Ħabībah Imrān up and down on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Ħabībah Imrān clenched her teeth to make sure she didn’t moan as a mixture of emotions went through Ħabībah Imrān.

Excitement at me finally taking control.

Humiliation at the fact Ħabībah Imrān was excited that I was taking control.

Pleasure as the slow fucking coursed through every pore of Ħabībah Imrān’s being.

Frustration that I wasn’t fucking Ħabībah Imrān hard like Ħabībah Imrān liked it, yet knowing there was no way that was a good idea.

Guilt as Ħabībah Imrān was allowing me to fuck her.

Theoretically, when my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock was lodged in her, Ħabībah Imrān hadn’t let me fuck her.

Ħabībah Imrān had only allowed me to penetrate her.

Ħabībah Imrān knew it was a technicality, but it was all Ħabībah Imrān had left to grasp to… And now even that was gone.

I let go of her hips, giving the decision to Ħabībah Imrān herself.

This was Ħabībah Imrān’s chance to stop this.

To lift Ħabībah Imrān’s body up and allow my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock to slip out of Ħabībah Imrān’s very wet Musalmān Cunt. To take control of this bizarre situation.

And Ħabībah Imrān did take control.

Although not as a Ħabībah Imrān, but as a horny Sex Obsessed Sex Addict.

Ħabībah Imrān continued the slow motion riding that I had been controlling.

Suddenly, it wasn’t I forcing Ħabībah Imrān to ride me, it was Ħabībah Imrān willingly riding me… although slowly, which only compounded Ħabībah Imrān’s frustration as Ħabībah Imrān knew Ħabībah Imrān would never get off like this.

Ħabībah Imrān needed to bounce on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock hard.

Ħabībah Imrān needed to ride it fast.

Ħabībah Imrān needed it slamming into me. Ħabībah Imrān didn’t make love, Ħabībah Imrān fucked.

Yet, Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t do any of those without giving away completely the shocking truth of what we were doing.

Suddenly her phone, which Ħabībah Imrān had put on vibrate, buzzed in her hand.

Ħabībah Imrān looked at it.

‘Fuck, Ħabībah Imrān.

I love you, Ħabībah Imrān.’

Reading those words… reading the most sweet, endearing term for being Ħabībah Imrān… and Ħabībah Imrān was a mess.

Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t deny that Ħabībah Imrān felt something so powerful as my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock slowly filled her, as Ħabībah Imrān stared at those words.

Ħabībah Imrān loved me too.

And this… this… whatever this was… only enhanced Ħabībah Imrān’s love for me.

Ħabībah Imrān convinced herself that this wasn’t wrong!

How could something wrong feel so right?

Ħabībah Imrān was making me happy, which is the goal of every Ħabībah Imrān… every Ħabībah Imrān.

Ħabībah Imrān struggled to text me too.

Ħabībah Imrān loves you too, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.

Another text.

I’m going to come in you, Ħabībah Imrān.

Another text:

Just ride me a bit faster, Ħabībah Imrān.

Another text:

Please, Ħabībah Imrān!

Ħabībah Imrān wanted to make me happy.

Ħabībah Imrān wanted to get me off.

Ħabībah Imrān wanted to feel my Hindu cum shoot inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

So….

Ħabībah Imrān began riding me faster, grabbing the back of Muħammad Imrān’s seat slyly for support.

Ħabībah Imrān didn’t bounce on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock like Ħabībah Imrān desperately wanted to do, but Ħabībah Imrān did move faster and did Ħabībah Imrān’s expert move that always got Muħammad Imrān off, as Ħabībah Imrān tightened Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt muscles around my stiff Uncut Hindu Dick.

And as it worked for Muħammad Imrān, it worked for me., as Ħabībah Imrān felt my Hindu cum suddenly fill Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

Ħabībah Imrān let out an uncontrollable moan, made worse by the fact that her head was leaning on the side of the chair just inches from Muħammad Imrān.

“You okay?” Muħammad Imrān asked again.

“Just really need to pee,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, as I continued spewing inside her and Ħabībah Imrān milked me for all Ħabībah Imrān could.

“A couple of minutes,” he promised.

“Okay,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, leaning up, before adding the double entendre, “much longer and I may explode.”

“I’m doing the best I can, Ħabībah Imrān,” Muħammad Imrān said, knowing from years of travelling that when Ħabībah Imrān said Ħabībah Imrān had to pee… Ħabībah Imrān had to pee.

I began bucking her ass up, fucking Ħabībah Imrān now, making her tremble and gasp,

“Allah! Oh, God.”

“The car stop is in two miles,” Muħammad Imrān said, pointing to a sign.

“So close,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, again a double meaning to Ħabībah Imrān’s words, as Ħabībah Imrān desperately tried to come without screaming and before we reached the car stop.

I kept pumping my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, not super-fast, or enough to make slapping sounds, but enough to have Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm building.

Ħabībah Imrān could feel the rush rising in her, knowing the inevitable eruption was close, when Ħabībah Imrān saw the one mile sign.

Urgency overwhelming her, Ħabībah Imrān had to have an orgasm, Ħabībah Imrān moved away from Muħammad Imrān, leaned back and began riding My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock herself, while moving her hand to her clit.

Ħabībah Imrān was thankful the music was too loud for Muħammad Imrān to hear the sounds of sex behind him as Ħabībah Imrān bounced on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, desperate to orgasm.

Ħabībah Imrān could see the car stop in the distance, closed Ħabībah Imrān’s eyes and rode and rubbed… and erupted.

“Allah! God,” Ħabībah Imrān moaned loudly, holding onto the word long enough that Ħabībah Imrān assumed, Muħammad Imrān would know Ħabībah Imrān was coming right behind him.

Ħabībah Imrān was unable to not open her mouth as Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm hit me like a thunderstorm, Ħabībah Imrān’s cum gushing out of me and onto My cock and lap as Ħabībah Imrān again grabbed the driver’s seat and pulled up,

My Uncut Hindu Cock finally exiting Ħabībah Imrān’s overheated Musalmān Cunt.

Thankfully, such a thought never occurred to Muħammad Imrān.

Why would it?

Ħabībah Imrān was in the backseat with me, as Muħammad Imrān said, clearly worried about Ħabībah Imrān’s bladder, “Thirty seconds, honey.”

“Okay,” Ħabībah Imrān weakly replied, as Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm ripped through her like a tornado.

Ħabībah Imrān could feel me fumbling underneath her, likely putting my Uncut Hindu Cock, which Ħabībah Imrān just realized Ħabībah Imrān still hadn’t actually seen, away.

Ħabībah Imrān just closed Ħabībah Imrān’s eyes and allowed the tornado of pleasure to spin through her, an orgasm as intense as any Ħabībah Imrān had ever experienced.

Partly because my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock was bigger than Muħammad Imrān’s; partly because of the taboo fact Ħabībah Imrān had just fucked the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh himself; and partly because of the crazy reality Ħabībah Imrān had just fucked me in a car with Muħammad Imrān inches away, driving it.

Poor Muħammad Imrān.

He didn’t know what happened right behind himself.

When Muħammad Imrān pulled in and stopped, Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm wasn’t complete.

Yet, Ħabībah Imrān had to look urgent, like Ħabībah Imrān could pee Herself at any Moment, so Ħabībah Imrān opened the door, more of Ħabībah Imrān’s cum leaking down Ħabībah Imrān’s leg, and got out of the car, glancing back to see me smiling at her, my package safe and sound in my shorts… although a very clear stain of evidence visible if Muħammad Imrān was to investigate.

Ħabībah Imrān scurried into the washroom, the guilt and shame of Ħabībah Imrān’s indiscretion and Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse act suddenly hitting her like the summer heat.

I… had… just… had… sex… with… the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh, himself!

In… our… car!

With… Ħabībah Imrān’s… apparently oblivious Musalmān husband… inches… away!

Allah! Oh… my… God!

I… am… the… worst… Ħabībah Imrān… ever!

Worse yet!

It was amazing!

Ħabībah Imrān may have been a bad wife, but Ħabībah Imrān was a very good Bahū Bégum!

Ħabībah Imrān got to the washroom and for the second time today Ħabībah Imrān wiped our cum off her legs.

What had come over her?

Why did Ħabībah Imrān let me do that to her?

Ħabībah Imrān could blame the confined space, but truthfully, nothing stopped her from pushing me out of her.

Fuck!

Suddenly, I texted her:

That was amazing, Ħabībah Imrān.

Fuck!

Ħabībah Imrān texted back, Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm finally subsiding, as a wife:

That can’t happen again!!!

I didn’t respond.

So as Ħabībah Imrān finished cleaning up, Ħabībah Imrān texted again:

I’m serious!

I again ignored the text.

Ħabībah Imrān calmed down physically and suddenly realized Ħabībah Imrān was feeling completely dehydrated after the work out.

Ħabībah Imrān left the washroom and saw Muħammad Imrān and me chatting as we waited for her at a booth.

We ate lunch and although Ħabībah Imrān was anxiety riddled the entire time, I apparently had a poker face as I showed no inkling of what had transpired.

Ħabībah Imrān, on the other hand, had the guilt written all over her face.

Twice Muħammad Imrān asked if Ħabībah Imrān was okay.

Ħabībah Imrān just feigned hunger.

After lunch, and a lot of water, we prepared to continue the drive.

Muħammad Imrān had gassed up while Ħabībah Imrān was in the washroom, so we were ready to go.

Again, Ħabībah Imrān’s trepidation overwhelmed me.

Now what? How could Ħabībah Imrān sit on my lap again?

Yet, Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t say anything and there was literally no alternative.

So, Ħabībah Imrān did.

Although this time, once the door was closed, Ħabībah Imrān positioned herself leaning against the door and stretched Ħabībah Imrān’s legs in between the two front seats.

Her pussy was impenetrable in this position.

Ħabībah Imrān had found the Fort Knox of pussy protection.

And for an hour, it worked.

I read a new book and Ħabībah Imrān read the other new book.

Interestingly, Ħabībah Imrān and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid leaders and both having the same favorite author even.

Sit in any one position for a straight hour, though, and the bum becomes numb.

Yet, even though Ħabībah Imrān was clearly uncomfortable Ħabībah Imrān didn’t reposition Herself, although Ħabībah Imrān did begin to squirm a bit.

Suddenly, my hand rested on Ħabībah Imrān’s knee, Ħabībah Imrān’s dress hiked up enough to show a fair amount of leg for me.

It didn’t move up, just rested there like a constant tease… a constant reminder.

I did move my hand to flip the pages every couple of minutes, although I didn’t try to move higher when I returned my hand.

I seemed oblivious to the impact it was having on Ħabībah Imrān, a constant distraction, even though it wouldn’t have phased her at all a few hours ago.

“How you guys doing back there?” Muħammad Imrān asked, a few minutes later.

“Ħabībah Imrān’s bum is numb,” Ħabībah Imrān joked, although it was the truth.

“A tourist stop in three miles,” Muħammad Imrān said, “let’s pull over and take a little hike.”

“Sounds good,” Ħabībah Imrān said.

“Yeah, Ħabībah Imrān, I could use a stretch,” I agreed, looking at Ħabībah Imrān for the first time in the entire drive.

Ħabībah Imrān quickly looked away, like Ħabībah Imrān was in grade seven and waiting for a boy to check yes or no on a note.

What had come over Ħabībah Imrān?

Even though Ħabībah Imrān had told me it couldn’t happen again.

Even though I seemed to be respecting Ħabībah Imrān’s assertion.

Ħabībah Imrān suddenly felt insecure and annoyed that I was ignoring her… Ħabībah Imrān felt fifteen again.

Ħabībah Imrān just stared out the opposite window for the next few minutes until we slowed down.

Once stopped, Ħabībah Imrān shifted around as Ħabībah Imrān’s back was at the door.

As Ħabībah Imrān did, Ħabībah Imrān’s naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy again rested briefly on my Uncut Hindu Cock, my again hard Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Ħabībah Imrān’s first thought was ‘how long has I been hard?’

Ħabībah Imrān’s second thought was ‘why was it hard?’

Ħabībah Imrān’s third thought was ‘How many times could he get it up?”

Ħabībah Imrān’s fourth thought was ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’

Ħabībah Imrān opened the door and got out.

Ħabībah Imrān stretched, thankful to be out in the fresh air… even if it was fucking hot and muggy.

Muħammad Imrān asked,

“So do you guys want to go for a hike?”

“How long?” Ħabībah Imrān asked.

I walked over to the map and said,

“There are two trails. One is a mile, the other is three.”

“A mile sure, three in this heat, no way,” Ħabībah Imrān answered.

Muħammad Imrān said,

“Ħabībah Imrān, I need to take a lengthy washroom break, why don’t you two go alone?”

Chapter 3

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Flowers never weigh

Chapter 1

By the time the car was loaded, there was only room for two people.

A driver and someone sitting in the back seat behind the driver.

Muħammad Imrān tried to reshuffle the luggage, but there was simply too much stuff.

Ħabībah Imrān finally suggested,

“Durgesh and Ħabībah Imrān could squeeze back there together.”

“For sixteen hours?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“Well, we will likely have to take more rest stops,” Ħabībah Imrān shrugged.

“Based on your small bladder, that will be the situation regardless,” Muħammad Imrān quipped, always annoyed by how often Ħabībah Imrān made him stop.

He was a put the pedal to the metal kind of person, while Ħabībah Imrān’s bladder was a stop and smell the roses type of bladder.

Ħabībah Imrān turned to me.

We both were slim.

“Can you handle sixteen hours cramped beside your friend’s Bahū Bégum, Ħabībah Imrān?”

“Sixteen hours only?” Ħabībah Imrān smiled cunningly, “If she is ready Ħabībah Imrān can spend my entire life with her.”

Muħammad Imrān retorted,

“Nonsense, Ħabībah Imrān is your Bahū Bégum too. My Abbū is your friend, he claims. To the extent he deputed you to represent himself always as far as my matters are concerned. He still hates me despite Ammī has taken an oath with her right hand on Al Qur’an Al Karīm that you aren’t my real father.”

“My son can’t be an Islamic State of Iraq and Syria agent.” Ħabībah Imrān said curtly.

“They can’t prove it ever. Your Naréndr Modī is anti-Muslim.”

“You could never prove your charges against Naréndr Modī, nevertheless you are anti Naréndr Modī is proved by yourself.”

“Be careful with that attitude,” Ħabībah Imrān shot back playfully. “You’re stuck with me for sixteen hours.”

Ħabībah Imrān should note it was a very hot August day and Ħabībah Imrān was wearing a sundress for the drive to stay as comfortable as possible.

We all did one more pee check, which Ħabībah Imrān, of course, did, and Ħabībah Imrān and Ħabībah Imrān squeezed into the spot made for one.

Muħammad Imrān asked, using sarcasm too, “Comfy?”

My elbow poking Ħabībah Imrān’s breast, Ħabībah Imrān quipped,

“Like a cow on a train.”

I smiled, shifting more, which led to even more pressure on Ħabībah Imrān’s left breast.

We were just out of the city, half an hour later, when Ħabībah Imrān said, “This isn’t working.”

“You don’t like being a sardine?” I asked, as I stopped reading on my IPad, like Ħabībah Imrān too was trying to do, the kindle app the only app really worth owning.

“Not particularly,” Ħabībah Imrān nodded, as Ħabībah Imrān moved and suggested, “Maybe Ħabībah Imrān can just sit on your lap for a while.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

Ħabībah Imrān moved onto my lap and sighed,

“Now that is much better.”

“Agreed,” I said, smiling cunningly.

Muħammad Imrān didn’t approve of it.

Nevertheless, he controlled himself.

His extremely beautiful young Musalmān wife was sitting on my Hindu male lap.

He could never believe it was as platonic as his wife was feigning it to be.

Muħammad Imrān could never believe my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t erect, and Ħabībah Imrān wasn’t enjoying it between her heavy beautiful Musalmān buttocks.

Ħabībah Imrān wasn’t so innocent.

Neither was I.

“I’m not too heavy on you, am I?” Ħabībah Imrān asked.

At thirty-six, Ħabībah Imrān was still in great shape.

Ħabībah Imrān was slim with big breasts, a firm Musalmān ass and legs.

Selling real estate Ħabībah Imrān knew that Ħabībah Imrān’s looks played a key role in Ħabībah Imrān’s sales.

Sex sells, always has, always will.

So Ħabībah Imrān dressed in professional, but sexy business suits or dresses with nylons and four-inch heels.

Ħabībah Imrān’s 38d natural Musalmān breasts always were showcased as I’m pretty sure they helped her close more deals then the actual real estate Ħabībah Imrān was selling.

“Certainly not, my dear,” I answered, shifting slightly, “Flowers don’t weigh ever.”

She laughed at me.

Muħammad Imrān again controlled himself.

He knew he couldn’t do anything else.

Ħabībah Imrān was a sexiest woman.

Muħammad Imrān could never satisfy her sexually.

He suspected Ħabībah Imrān was fucking me clandestinely.

Nevertheless, Muħammad Imrān could not afford to divorce her.

She was an immensely successful Business Woman.

Muħammad Imrān needed her money immensely.

As we drove, after a few minutes Ħabībah Imrān noticed two things:

1. Wearing a dress was a bad idea as Ħabībah Imrān was now sitting on My lap, Ħabībah Imrān’s thin thong the only thing stopping Ħabībah Imrān’s Musalmān vagina from being directly on me.

2. My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock was hard and placed directly under Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān vagina.

Ħabībah Imrān had complimented me frequently on my summer reformation.

Yet now, as we drove on a bumpy section of road that was under construction, Ħabībah Imrān realized I was indeed a man as Ħabībah Imrān could feel my definitely erect Uncut Hindu Cock directly under her.

With each bump my Hindu hardness rubbed Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy which, even though Ħabībah Imrān tried to control Herself, got her wet.

Ħabībah Imrān considered moving, but was worried Ħabībah Imrān would embarrass me if Ħabībah Imrān acted as if she could feel my Hindu erection.

So, instead, Ħabībah Imrān tried to control the bouncing by putting her hands on the top of the seat in front of her.

Yet for about ten minutes, which felt like an eternity, my Hindu hard-on, trapped in my shorts, rubbed against Ħabībah Imrān’s very wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Finally, the road smoothed and now my hard Uncut Hindu Cock just rested directly underneath Ħabībah Imrān’s Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Ħabībah Imrān knew Ħabībah Imrān should move, yet Ħabībah Imrān still seemed frozen in place.

Partly, because Ħabībah Imrān was worried Ħabībah Imrān would embarrass me if Ħabībah Imrān moved and partly, undeniably, it felt good in the position Ħabībah Imrān was in.

For twenty minutes, Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy rested on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock , which never shrunk, while talking to Muħammad Imrān as much as Ħabībah Imrān could to distract her from the awkward situation Ħabībah Imrān was in.

Finally, Ħabībah Imrān saw an upcoming rest stop and suggested we stop.

Just as Muħammad Imrān slowed down, Ħabībah Imrān felt the firm flinching of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It flinched three times, each time lifting up ever so slightly into Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.

Ħabībah Imrān accidentally moaned.

Muħammad Imrān asked,

“You okay?”

“I just need to stretch,” Ħabībah Imrān answered, Ħabībah Imrān’s face burning red at the reality that Ħabībah Imrān was getting horny from sitting on me.

“Ħabībah Imrān, I could grab a drink,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, as he pulled into the car stop.

“Me too,” Ħabībah Imrān agreed, suddenly feeling a bit dehydrated.

Once he rolled to a stop, Ħabībah Imrān joked to me,

“Durgesh, I imagine you are dying for a break, too.”

“No, Ħabībah Imrān, I was enjoying the ride,” I answered, yet my tone didn’t imply any sort of sexual innuendo that could have accompanied those words.

Ħabībah Imrān’s already flushed face went a shade redder as Ħabībah Imrān opened the door and got out.

She was not sure if Ħabībah Imrān’s face could go any redder, but as I got out and stood up two things were apparent:

1. My Hindu erection poking out if my shorts.

2. A wet spot that was undoubtedly from me.

Ħabībah Imrān turned away and headed to the washroom mortified that Ħabībah Imrān’s Musalmān pussy juice was on my shorts.

Once inside, Ħabībah Imrān pulled her panties down and couldn’t believe how wet they actually were.

Now Ħabībah Imrān should note Ħabībah Imrān got wet easily and was quite a flooder when Ħabībah Imrān got off.

Ħabībah Imrān also had a ferocious sexual appetite that Muħammad Imrān could seldom feed completely… thus Ħabībah Imrān had a variety of sex toys to finish the job he often couldn’t complete.

Ħabībah Imrān had a we-vibe, a couple vibrators, anal beads, a butterfly toy that Ħabībah Imrān could wear while out, which was in Her purse, and Ħabībah Imrān’s newest purchase acquisition, a massage vibe… which was literally orgasmic.

Deciding Ħabībah Imrān needed to quell Ħabībah Imrān’s burning Musalmān Cunt, Ħabībah Imrān leaned against the wall in a stall and began pleasuring herself.

Not surprisingly, the half hour plus of accidental teasing had her already revved up and Ħabībah Imrān came in no time at all.

Her pussy juice leaked down Ħabībah Imrān’s leg and Ħabībah Imrān awkwardly cleaned herself up with toilet paper.

Once recovered, Ħabībah Imrān also wiped her panties.

Ħabībah Imrān tried to make them less damp.

But after putting them on all Ħabībah Imrān could still feel was her humiliating wetness.

Usually, Ħabībah Imrān loved sex.

Ħabībah Imrān loved coming, but the constant reminder by Ħabībah Imrān’s wet panties that my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock had got her horny was too much and Ħabībah Imrān took them back off.

Instead, Ħabībah Imrān put the sexy wet thong in her purse, and went to the sink to wash her hands and legs.

Unfortunately, a mother with her child were there and all Ħabībah Imrān could do was wash her hands thoroughly to hide the scent of Ħabībah Imrān’s own cum.

Leaving the washroom, Ħabībah Imrān decided there was no way Ħabībah Imrān would sit back on my lap, instead, deciding we would have to persevere squished side by side.

Ħabībah Imrān purchased a coke and a bag of chips and headed back outside.

‘Fuck’, Ħabībah Imrān sighed as the summer heat pounded on us.

It was a fucking sauna out there.

Ħabībah Imrān planned to try to get more panties from the suitcase, but decided not to, how was Ħabībah Imrān going to explain that?

Muħammad Imrān and I were leaning on the car, chatting; when Ħabībah Imrān walked over.

“So, under fourteen hours left,” Muħammad Imrān quipped, with a playful smile.

I added,

“Ħabībah Imrān, I think it’s going to be a tight ride.”

Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t tell for sure, maybe it was just the self-conscious part of her, but I seemed to stress the word ‘tight’.

Ħabībah Imrān joked, realizing only after Ħabībah Imrān said it that it only added to the innuendo if I was implying any,

“Yes, it is some quality our bonding.”

“Well, it’s you two back there the whole drive,” Muħammad Imrān added. “No way can Ħabībah Imrān fit back there with anybody.”

That was true.

Muħammad Imrān was a bigger man and there was no way Ħabībah Imrān or I would fit side by side or on my lap.

Nope, Ħabībah Imrān still had just under fourteen hours with me in the backseat.

The next few without any underwear.

Allah.

I got back in the car first and patted my lap.

Ħabībah Imrān was supposed to go in first and suggested,

“Shouldn’t we try to be side by side?”

“It’s okay, Ħabībah Imrān,” I said, patting my lap again.

“You sure?” Ħabībah Imrān asked, knowing Ħabībah Imrān wasn’t wearing any panties and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was still slightly damp… the aftermath dribble of a good orgasm.

“Side by side is too tight,” I replied.

“But I’ll crush your legs,” Ħabībah Imrān pointed out, desperate to avoid sitting on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock again… having apparently enjoyed it too much the first time.

I shrugged,

“Oh Ħabībah Imrān, you’re light. I’ve already said, ‘Flowers never weigh’. Haven’t I?”

“You sure?” Ħabībah Imrān asked again, still tentative, as Ħabībah Imrān looked down and could still see the remnants of a stain on my shorts as well as the clear outline of my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock … which, at least, no longer looked to be completely erect.

“Ħabībah Imrān, it’s not hard at all,” he answered, my word choice odd.

Naughty Ħabībah Imrān also wanted to respond, ‘but it likely will be’, but the good Ħabībah Imrān in her responded,

“If you’re sure Ħabībah Imrān won’t smother you.”

I shrugged,

“Ħabībah Imrān, I can handle whatever you give me.”

So Ħabībah Imrān sat back on my lap, my words again dripping with possible innuendo, this time moving more onto my leg and avoiding my crotch.

For half an hour, Ħabībah Imrān sat in that spot as we continued driving. Then suddenly Ħabībah Imrān felt my hands on her hips as I stated, while lifting her up slightly,

“We need to change positions.”

When I lowered her back down, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was again directly on my indeed again stiff Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t help but let out a slight moan as Ħabībah Imrān’s naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy felt the pressure against it.

For the next half hour, even though the road was smooth, Ħabībah Imrān kept feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock seem to flinch, which made Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy tremble and get excessively wet.

Muħammad Imrān asked,

“Comfortable back there?”

I said,

“It’s tight, Muħammad Imrān, but good.”

Ħabībah Imrān gasped as, while I said this, Ħabībah Imrān felt three clear movements of my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

“You okay, Ħabībah Imrān?” Muħammad Imrān asked, as Ħabībah Imrān felt her wetness leak out of her slightly.

“I’m good,” Ħabībah Imrān responded.

Ħabībah Imrān wanted to move, but knew without that a doubt Ħabībah Imrān had created more wetness on My crotch and if Ħabībah Imrān moved it would be clearly noticeable… being able to have multiple orgasms had always been a great benefit to her, but at the Moment it was Ħabībah Imrān’s kryptonite.

“Next stop is almost an hour away,” Muħammad Imrān said.

“No worries,” Ħabībah Imrān said, trying to be causal.

I added,

“Yeah, although it’s getting hot back here.”

“The air is on full,” Muħammad Imrān said, and Ħabībah Imrān indeed wasn’t overly hot, except down below.

This time my words were definitely implied innuendo. I was flirting with Ħabībah Imrān.

“Ħabībah Imrān, I think it’s Ħabībah Imrān’s body on mine,” I said, as I again flicked my Uncut Hindu Cock directly against Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy… the intent now definitely clear.

My words also had two very different meanings.

After another minute, I asked,

“Can you turn the radio up?”

“If I do, I won’t be able to talk with you, I barely can hear you now,” Muħammad Imrān responded.

“That’s okay,” I said, “we’ll let you drive and rock out to your eighties tunes.”

“It’s the eye of the tiger,” Muħammad Imrān sang, as he turned up the radio to the survivor tune.

I was on my phone. Suddenly her phone vibrated.

It was in her purse, so Ħabībah Imrān reached down and in doing so Ħabībah Imrān ground her pussy on my very hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t deny it…

Ħabībah Imrān was incredibly aroused.

Ħabībah Imrān grabbed her phone and moved back again, unable to not grind Ħabībah Imrān’s very wet Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy on me again and saw the text was mine.

Perplexed, Ħabībah Imrān clicked on it.

Why are you not wearing panties?

Ħabībah Imrān gasped again.

Although this time, the music was too loud for Muħammad Imrān to hear it.

Ħabībah Imrān didn’t know what to say.

A second message followed.

Why are you so wet?

Ħabībah Imrān still didn’t know what to say.

Ħabībah Imrān was paralyzed with indecision.

Obviously, Ħabībah Imrān should stop this inappropriate talk in its tracks. Yet, Ħabībah Imrān was incredibly horny, and she was not thinking like a wife but as a wanton woman.

As Ħabībah Imrān stared at her phone, shocked by my brazen words, and yet equally turned on, Ħabībah Imrān was startled as Ħabībah Imrān felt my hands on her hips as I lifted her up.

Ħabībah Imrān leaned up slightly on the driver’s seat, bumping Muħammad Imrān’s chair.

Muħammad Imrān looked back and Ħabībah Imrān said, trying to act casual even as Ħabībah Imrān’s mind was mush,

“Sorry, just changing positions.”

“Sorry about this,” Muħammad Imrān apologized.

“It is what it is,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, as Ħabībah Imrān felt my hands on her hips as I lowered her back down on my lap and…onto my Uncut Hindu Cock!

Ħabībah Imrān yelped in surprise and Muħammad Imrān asked, as he turned down the radio,

“You okay?”

“Yes, I just got poked,” Ħabībah Imrān weakly responded, unable to not say something naughty, an amazing pleasure coursing through Ħabībah Imrān as My, Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, which felt bigger than Muħammad Imrān’s, was buried in Ħabībah Imrān, my hands firmly on Her hips holding her in place.

Chapter 2

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It must be respected

Chapter 3

I felt it quite natural when a woman found her ways of sexuality to be discovered in a new aspect or to find the way of releasing the so long suppressed tension, the freedom made her not a slut, not a slut in real sense of the term.

So was with Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat and with the meek and mild, introvert, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb.

I made love to Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat all the night.

We were gasping for breath after each fuck.

We soaked in sweat; the bed sheet was all wet.

We once changed the sheet and took a shower.

She cleaned my sticky Hindu Semen out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, soaped me and I cleaned her.

We came back, all naked, and she offered me a juice.

Her husband kept costly wines and juices in the refrigerator.

She often took a sip or two when alone.

Her husband also asked her to join as he drank once a week.

She liked vodka.

I loved the sight, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat pouring drink, adding ice and we sipped together lying on the bed.

She was leaning against my muscular Hindu male chest and I was stroking her beautiful young Musalmān boobs, twisting the nipples in my thumb and forefinger.

She felt ready as soon as the drink was over.

We started, this time I was lying on the bed on back and she was riding me.

She enjoyed the wildest sex ever, the way she had always dreamt but never experienced.

We slept little that night.

In the morning, she felt shame when she got up late at nine o’clock.

I was still sleeping and my Uncut Hindu Dick was hard again.

She lowered her lips, took my entire Hindu shaft in her thirty years old, extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and started to suck it as she had seen in the blue Films.

She was dying for the taste of my hot Hindu semen in her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

As she began to suck, it made me awake.

I took Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat’s head with both hands and she raised her eyes not stopping.

She looked in my eyes and continued sucking.

I began to groan,

“What are you doing, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat?”

“I’m sucking the Uncut Hindu Cock that has made me a real woman last night, and I want to suck it till it feeds me the hot Hindu semen in the morning.”

I felt like heaven, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat giving me the incredible morning blowjob.

As I came in her mouth, I sensed she also came with me.

She sucked the load, lapped all that was flowing through her lips and mouth and she lay on the bed exhausted.

We started in the missionary position and I came inside her in the morning.

She also came furiously with me.

As the pleasant feeling was over, she hurried.

It was time her house cleaner to come.

She dressed in her nightgown, gathered her frock from last night, gave me the t-shirt and pant I was wearing and urged me to rush back to my room.

We realized, we had not even locked the roof-top entrance, neither did I locked my room.

I rushed back and found everything all right.

She came upstairs after an hour.

She was wearing a silken sari and a sleeveless blouse.

She looked amazing in the green sari.

Her make- up was deep, deep red lipstick and blushers made her a Ħūr.

She stood on the door; lifting one hand holding the door, the other was on her waist.

The sari was lowered more than usual, revealing her fair tummy and the deep naval in full view.

She crooked her head to one side, and blinked one eye, impishly.

I could hardly control myself.

I rushed to her, began kissing and caressing her breasts under cover.

She began moaning.

I led her to my table, lowered her on the table, she held the table bending upon it, while standing legs apart.

I was on her back and had already tugged up the sari to her waist.

She looked back and found me on my knees, my hands parting her ass cheeks.

She urged,

“Oh, Durgesh, please, start fucking. I had grown so hot and horny.”

I stood.

She was panting.

I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock from behind and thrusting her head on the table in one hand and catching her slander waist with the other, I began to fuck her furiously.

She caught her sari and petticoat with both hands up to her waist as I fucked.

She groaned loud,

“Oh Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Hindu Piyā ! Fuck me, fuck me hard, and make me your own. I want you to come in my Musalmān Pussy, make me a mother now. I want your baby to come out of my fucking Musalmān Pussy.”

This made me more excited.

I began to pump furiously.

With the groaning and thumping, we came together.

I bent upon her and she whispered,

“Come on, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover, do you like fucking Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat? Do you like to fuck her to make her pregnant? I know you like it. I want to be a mother of your baby, and I am serious. I am on the fertility period. I am damn sure you have already done it for us infinite beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”

We kissed long and made love again, this time on my own bed.

We did it on other beds, in the dining room after the meal and in the bathroom and on the open terrace at night.

She had never felt so sexy before.

The two days were short for us and we wanted more but her family came back.

Yet, at night, after the others had gone to sleep, I came down.

We made wild sex the whole night.

She felt sad when her husband arrived.

But the days were our time, her family going to the shop and her husband to office.

Her son was in the school.

She told me after a few days, that her period had stopped this month, which meant, I had made her pregnant.

We made wilder sex than before and now she squirts a lot.

She had grown an addict.

She told me that she had convinced her husband to fuck her at nights, and let me come inside, so that she could act as a faithful wife.

While saying, she laughed at her husband’s innocence, inability to fuck her so wild.

He had a cock, and he could even continue for at least five minutes.

But she loved me.

While fucking with her husband, she used to think of me, replacing her husband even.

We had been enjoying sex for more than two months, and we had experienced every possible position of love-making as she had seen in porn even.

After we came together, we even experimented on positions.

She had become a real sex addict of me.
She was already two-months pregnant.

I rubbed my hand on her belly; it had not yet started to reveal the bumps.

Her husband knew that she was pregnant and asked her to evacuate.

Being a mother at this age would be embarrassing, he thought.

But she was determined to be a mother again.

She told her husband, being a mother meant their love and marriage to revive from the cold stores.

She laughed when she said all these to her utmost experienced Hindu lover, Durgesh.

I deserved a prize, to be the father of her son.

I had made a real woman out of her.

She was like a ghost before.

I made her alive, alive in sex and in every way. She could not stop loving Durgesh.

She could not dream losing me.

She begged me to shad her.

I said,

“Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, I love you hairy. I love the bush and the hairy thighs of my beloved woman, and love her all hairy.”

“I know, but I really need it once. The hairy feelings were making me dim, and I want a change. My husband is desperate too. And I am sure; you will love the hairless look. Even my husband wants all my pubic hairs clean once.”

“Hairless?”

“I’m more than sure. Come on, do it for our illicit sex affair and our forthcoming child.”

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was excited.

She never dreamt of emerging a pure sex addict of me.

We made love the whole afternoon and she was still ready for the shad.

I promised it for the other day.

I thought, as the day will pass, she would dismiss the idea of shaving hairless.

As her husband left for office and her son was sent to school, she prepared herself.

She kissed me wet and deep and I caressed her body wrapped under sari and sleeveless blouse.

She was moaning.

I urged her to position herself as a bitch on the floor.

She did it immediately.

I tugged her sari from her back, making my way.

I fucked her from the back, brushing her thick pubic and rubbing her clit.

She came twice and I came in her.

As she stood up, I saw, my sticky Hindu juice was running down.

Now when I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūbs, I felt lonely.

The beautiful, young sexy Musalmān houseladies roamed around.

Naturally, their boobs and buts attracted me.

Until the day, I thought highly of all of them.

But now, I felt attracted sexually more and more. I already was Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb’s first target.

I heard the beautiful, young sexy Musalmān houseladies discussing about my Uncut Hindu Prick.

I smiled triumphantly, naturally.

Their preparation began with messing around the porn magazines and chothe books on my bed that Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb regularly cleaned and kept in order.

I noticed one or two books were missing and a change in her attitude.

She was falling prey.

The chance came.

Al Åāliyah Al Yåqūb went to Burdwan to visit their parents after her semester exam, and Al Jamīlah Al Yåqūb had to attend the class excursion for some two weeks.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb and I, the two were alone.

I came back from the office and lay on the bed leaving open the deliberately put there porn magazines around.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb came back and saw me there sleeping.

I was careless ostensibly.

My Hindu erection was huge and was seen from under the pajama pants.

It was really huge.

She gazed at the size.

It was really unbelievable.

She felt damp from under her panty.

She felt hot and horny.

Her nipples erected.

She could hardly control herself.

She took a quick shower and put on a sari in a strange manner.

The sari came to her knees only, and she did not put on a petticoat or a blouse.

The nipples were pricking at.

She came to her bed, lay on her belly and called for me.

I was ready.

I came to see her lying so.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb asked,

“Will you please give me a quick message? I am soaring.”

I uttered silently, aside,

‘Oh sure. Not only message, a Hindu Semened fuck also. And you will feel sore more than ever.’

But practically I kept silent and came near to her.

Her back was mostly open.

It was so fair and sleek.

I urged,

“Why don’t you remove the sari from the back?”

I did not wait for her.

Her back was visible, and I began to caress her fair back from the lower hips to the shoulder.

I was straddling her so I could sit on her lovely Musalmān ass.

My Hindu erection was tickling her.

She was leaking, and with no pantied on, her juice was running through her thighs.

She tried her best to keep her moaning silent, biting her lower lips.

I was messaging her back with care.

Her hairy legs were visible to me now.

I did not try to avoid my Hindu erection touching her beautiful heavy young Musalmān ass.

It was heating us both.

She then turned on her back and the sari removed from her bosoms.

I gasped at her white boobs.

She did not try to cover them.

She was more than determined to have me.

She stared at my eyes.

Then she whispered,

“Do you like my boobs, Durgesh? Don’t you want to touch them?”

I was mesmerized.

I touched her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān softness.

They were really soft.

I took the brown nipples between my thumb and index fingers and began to twist them hard.

She moaned loud,

“Ahhhh…sssss…”

I lowered my lips and kissed her nipples, licked them, bit them and then took them in my firm hands to fondle.

She was moaning.

She urged,

“Oh, Durgesh, don’t tease me like that. Do what you want.”

“What do I want, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb? I want nothing. You wanted it.” I teased her more.

“You want to fuck me. Don’t you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu?”

“Me and fuck you? Are you joking? I never wanted to fuck any one of you ever.”

“You Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Just don’t tease me.”

She hissed, dragged me by my shoulder and placed my face on her boobs, herself.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was immensely eager to proceed.

She lowered my lips towards her belly and she pulled me by my hair.

She was dying for me to be there in her.

I tugged her sari up to her waist and she immediately parted her legs.

It said that she was familiar with this.

It was a reflex act that told her it was time that she will be either penetrated or kissed on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.

She herself placed my Uncut Hindu Cock on her crack.

It was leaking like a tap.

She gave a long rub of my Uncut Hindu Cock and she whispered,

“Ummmm…ushhhhhh”

She did not care for my response.

She was determined to satisfy herself.

I knew everyone of them was determined to make me her own, so that she could have me all forever.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb began to rub my Uncut Hindu Cock on her juicy Musalmān Pussy parting the panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt-lips.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb even helped me by parting herself more.

She removed my hands and put them under her buts.

They were firm and in shape.

She was furious how the hell I never dreamt of caressing those buttocks!

Yet now, they were all mine.

She made me to caress them firmly.

She only whispered back loud.

I was now attentive to the firm, hard-as-nuts clitoris of her.

I rubbed it with my Uncut Hindu Cock passionately.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb compelled me to do it.

She began to moan loud.

And as her clit was touched, she came; she came furiously, never so hard before.

She was panting, and as I continued rubbing my Uncut Hindu Cock there, she felt another orgasm rolling deep within her belly and this time it was stronger than before.

She almost fainted.

I took my time kissing her.
I was tugging her bushy pubic and her hairy thighs.

She was sure I liked it hairy.

As she recovered her breath, she embraced me.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb whispered in my ears,

“You made me happy with your rubbing only! Don’t you want to please me with your Hindu tool inside also?”

“Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, won’t you regret? It is still not too late to go back.”

“Then you will marry me and we will leave all our relatives for our love.

“It is not love only; it is your body that betrays.”

“And our bodies will love each other once you make me satisfied or I make you so. Come. We are free to do what we like. Our body needs it. We must not neglect the needs of our body.”

She hauled me on her and untied the knot of my pajama.

My Hindu erection was bulging.

As it was free, she took in her hand and placed it on her cracks.

She even did not hesitate to push.

With a deep moaning, she responded to the deep Hindu thrust of mine.

I was half into her.

She was gasping.

I was really huge.

She could not imagine it.

I pushed further and she moaned louder.

Now, there was no use for me to resist anymore.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was determined to fuck me.

When I was totally into her, she kissed me on my lips; we kissed passionately like lovers and beloved, as we had chosen it.

There was no way of going back now.

Neither Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb wanted to go back ever.

She was even determined not to allow me.

She wanted me inside her forever.

There was no use in resisting her.

She had done already what she wanted to.

I began to pump.

She began to thump back raising her butt meeting my thrust.

I increased my speed.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb tangled me with her legs.

She held me with her legs and her hands were on my broad back, her fingers playing with my hair.

I rose on my knees and slightly changed the position.

I pulled apart her legs holding her knees and began to fuck furiously.

She was dripping.

She was moaning loud.

I lowered my mouth to kiss her.

She met my lips and then began to moan louder as my Uncut Hindu Cock was furiously ramming through her wet Musalmān Pussy walls.

My Hindu balls were slapping her Musalmān asshole and she was grinding her clit against me as I plunged deeper and deeper.

“Oh! Fuck me! Faster, Durgesh! Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā Yeah! Aghhh! Ughhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh yes! Ahhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmm! Fester! Faster! I’m coming! Coming, coming! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmm!”

She was clawing at my back and kept on shouting as she came.

She arched up and down holding my Uncut Hindu Cock tightly gripped with her Musalmān Pussy lips.

I was pushing faster as she came greatly.

I felt her throbbing Musalmān Pussy as she was panting.

I did not stop.

And another orgasm built into her.

I pounded her as hard as possible, my big throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock was moving faster than before in her wet, slippery Musalmān Pussy.

Her Musalmān Pussy walls were clamping down on my Uncut Hindu Cock; I felt that my sexy Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was trying hard to make me come also.

She was panting and her lips met mine in passion. I thrust my rigid Hindu hardness as deep as I could and felt her Musalmān Pussy plastering around my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I pulled back with all my strength and she gasped in awe.

She moaned deep,

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhssssss!”

I pumped harder and she climaxed again.

Holding me, she came again.

As I kept on jamming her Musalmān Pussy, I felt her come.

Ultimately, I could not resist any more.

I came in her Musalmān Pussy.

I came hard.

She felt a cascade of hot Hindu shower flowing into her Musalmān Pussy.

The force, the hot sensation, the feeling of my Hindu semen filling her, the dream of being a perfect sex addict of me, made her come again.

She came again with full-throated moaning and held me tight with the legs and hands.

She took a few minutes to catch her breath.

Then kissing my forehead she said,

“That was more than beautiful, Durgesh. It was great! You are really so amazing! My every lady friend reported me correct.”

“But you are fucking me, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. What will your people say you?”

“Fuck the people, Durgesh! Who is going to know about our secret if we do not reveal this? And one more thing, you are the first, last and the best man whoever fucked me ever. I’ve never come such a way before. And you beat me, Durgesh. I could not make you come clamping your big Uncut Hindu Cock! I think, you should always give me one more chance to beat you. Wouldn’t you?”

“Oh! Come on! You will never be able to beat me Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb.”

“Are you serious? Remember this, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover! You are insulting me.”

“Ok! Done! You can never beat me.”

“That means we’ll do it again! Doesn’t it?”

“Yes! And what’ll be the prize?”

She thought a little.

Then said,

“If you win, you get whatever you want. And if I win, I’ll get whatever I want about fucking. Done?”

“About fucking? And the hard limit? How many chances we get?”

“As many as we can in the coming week.”

“You are a real sex addict of me, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb! You know, whoever looses, you will get one more chance, and, it’ll continue. You are a real fucking sex addict of me.” I put my lips on her lips and we began to kiss.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock was ready in her Musalmān Pussy and she had already begun to thrust beneath.

She rolled over me.

Now, she possessed Durgesh, the ever greatest Hindu fucker of utmost beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

She began to up and down her round Musalmān buttocks.

She was dripping.

She had had now enough experience how to ride a man.

She did not miss a pump.

I took her boobs in my hands, and enjoyed caressing them.

She was pumping fast.

And she was sure nearing.

I knew I would never come at least within next ten minutes.

So I was meeting her thrust passionately.

I put my hands on her round Musalmān buttocks, and then slowly removed her sari untying it.

She was panting.

The inhuman task of riding such a big Uncut Hindu Cock made her sweating also.

She was all dripping within and out.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh my gaauuuuud! It was so greaaaaaaat! Durgesh… It was sooooooooo fucking great … Ahhhhhh… ughh… Ummmmm… Ahhhh… Fuck it…Fuck me Durgesh… Ohhh fuck me… fuck me… make me your wife, your sex addict…ohhhhhh…”

And she came furiously.

As she came, her body arched back, her Musalmān Pussy pointed forward!

What a needy sex addict of me!

She came great!

She shivered.

“Mmmmmm! Durgesh! You are amazing! You are just incredible, Durgesh! You are just amazing, amazing.” She said, as she lay down beside me and kissed my lips.

“And I win again, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. I’m still to come.”

“Yes, you win, My Lord, I’m your obedient slave, your needy sex addict. Order me what can I do for my Hindu Master?”

“Just give me a marvelous ashvinātam blowjob.”

“As my Hindu master orders!”

“If you can make me come within five minutes, you will get whatever you want as a prize.”

She knelt on the bed, between my legs, leaned down and took my throbbing Hindu manhood in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with love.

She took a long lick, gliding her tongue from my balls to the tip of my rigid, giant Uncut Hindu Cock.

Slipping the tip of her mouth, she ran her tongue over the end.

“Ummmmmmmm! So, that’s what I really taste!! I wander; I haven’t tasted so ever… Ummmmmmmmm…” she kept licking long strokes up the sides of the uncut Hindu Cock and nibbling the end.

She took the lovely Uncut Hindu Cock in her soft hand and began to stroke slowly up and down.

With her other hand, she was playing with my balls.

I felt great.

Still, I was yet to come in another five minutes.

“Allah! Oh my God, Durgesh, when the fuck you are going to come for me? You are incredible! Ohhhhh…”

She started stroking faster and licking my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was feeling great.

I began to moan closing my eyes.

She sucked harder, flicking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue against my Uncut Hindu Cock and then, suddenly, she surprised me.

I was shocked!

She placed her tongue on my asshole and while stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock, she began to lick my anus!

I was shocked.

I did not think her to suck my asshole.

And there she was, a real sex addict of me, sucking my asshole with so much passion!

She placed a finger on my asshole and began to push it.

That was too much.

I started moaning loud.

“Ahhhhhh! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh my God! Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, Oh my god! ”

I felt the tension building in my balls.

She was desperate to satisfy me.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Ohhhhhhhh myyyyy Gauuuuuuud! Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, don’t stop! I’m coming; I’m coming for you, oh my God, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, take meeee in your fucking mouth… You, you Durgesh-fucker bitch, Ohhhhhhhh…”

And I came.

I came in her mouth.

I thought, I would never stop coming.

My whole body was throbbing.

She could not swallow all the loads.

She felt she would chock.

As she gulped, some of my loads ran out of her mouth and down around my Uncut Hindu Cock.

When I stopped coming, I fell on the bed.

It was so satisfying!

She was still sucking the last drop of my loads.

She winked at me and then came to lie beside me.

She whispered,

“Did I win the bet, my Hindu master? I think I did.”

“Yes, you win Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You took me by surprise.”

“Let me allow you to take by more surprises. After all, I am now myself experienced in fucking you, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover!”

We embraced each other, kissed passionately and fell asleep.

It was evening when we awoke.

She hurried to get out of the bed.

She was feeling so light.

A satisfying fuck from me always made her relaxed.

She kissed my forehead with care and then entered the bathroom.

She washed her Musalmān Pussy, put her finger in to tug out the remaining Hindu Semen inside and washed carefully.

She was on safe period, so, she did not need any contraceptive for the next one week, and the course of fuck will be a real adventure.

She stood up only to find that she had not brought her clothes.

Her sari was on the bed.

She needed something to wear.

So, she called out,

“Durgesh, cab you hand me over my sari and a petticoat from the wardrobe?”

I answered,

“Why do you need a sari, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb? Sālī, Come out. You look awesome in nothing. Come out.”

“Awesome? Are you joking? Can you imagine, how do I look? It is so embarrassing. Please, please, Durgesh, give me something to wear.”

“Oh, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, come on. Who is here to see you? I love your look, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, I love it. Nude Musalmān girls turn me more.”

So, she came out as on the day she was born.

She was gorgeous, her hair was loose, and it came until her knees.

She was covering her boobs with her thick hair.

She came out and went towards the kitchen, her bouncing Musalmān ass made me mad.

I followed her to the kitchen.

She was standing before the kitchen table and boiling milk.

I came over, held her from behind her waist and kissed her neck.

She was shocked and jumped back.

“Allah! Oh my God! You are so naughty, Durgesh. Don’t disturb me. I’m cooking.”

“Then let me fuck you here and now while cooking.”

“No! Let me make you a glass of milk, and then you get the chance. Now, go back to my bed. Remember, I’ve won the last bet.”

“Yes, darling! Okay.” I kissed her neck, teased her nipples and went back to bed.

She came back, still naked, with two glasses of milk and we two fed each other the milk.

I kissed her lips.

“I promise you even if the worst happens, and if I marry someone else than you, I will be pregnant with your Hindu seed only.” Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb whispered.

“I’ll never get you marry someone else, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You are all mine. You are my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, and I’m your Hindu hubby. That’s final. Do you understand?”

She stared at me with a lusty intensity, as if she approved me as her Hindu husband.

She took my Hindu erection in her soft hands and began to fondle.

As I was getting hard, she quickly kneeled on the floor before me, sucking me into her mouth, bringing my hnnmanhood back up to full length.

I reached down to grasp a generous bunch of her hair and pushed her down on my Uncut Hindu Cock, forcing more of my Hindu length into her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She responded eagerly, working her lips down my shaft and gobbling up more and more of my Uncut Hindu Cock, moaning as she worked me to the back of her throat.

She wretched and gagged a few times, water welling up her eyes as she hungrily gobbled up my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She finally released it, her hand still pumping the slippery shaft as she gasped and eyed the full length of my big giant Uncut Hindu Cock.

She looked up at me, now her fucking partner, a mixture of fear and excitement flickering in her eyes.

She whispered,

“Fuck me. Fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, Durgesh.”

I knelt on the floor, hands reaching up to her hips while I faced her delightfully full Musalmān ass.

I kissed her buttocks all over, letting the kisses nearer her inner thigh linger sensually and teasingly.

She gasped as I began kissing my way closer to her sex, reaching up and spreading her buttocks open to expose her to me.

I could feel her trembling as I held her like that, shamelessly exposed to my lusty Hindu eyes, tingling with excitement and apprehension at my next move.

I smiled to watching her rosebud twitch nervously, as if it sensed the sordid thoughts in my head as I licked lips. Her Musalmān Pussy lips, thick and curly, quivered as they hung low and heavy.

The slightest of pink, peeked out from between them, enticing me into her waiting sex.

I stood up and hooking my hands under her arms, lifted her to her feet, kissing her passionately.

I turned her away from me, taking her to the wall and pressed her up against the wall roughly.

She sighed as I grabbed her hips and pulled her back a little, kicking her feet apart until they were spread by about half a meter.

I pressed against into her back, forcing her to push her ass out in a nice ‘fuck-me’ pose.

She looked a delightfully sex addict of meaty picture.

She was a real sex addict of me.

Her legs were splayed and ass sticking out, waiting to be fucked.

She craned her neck back and smiled at me invitingly, willing me to take her again.

I nudged up close to her, taking my Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand, inching towards her twat.

She mewed expectantly as I pressed my massive Uncut Hindu Cock head at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, massaging it up and down, smearing it with her copious Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt slime.

She cooed and moaned, her body writhing as it trembled in anticipation.

My fat Uncut Hindu Cock was pressing menacingly against her Musalmān vulva, threatening to force it open and plough into her soft maternal pouch once again.

I pulled away from her slick sex and aligned me with that sexy place.

She let at a gasp and shivered as she felt my presence there, hot and needy.

I ran my hand up and down her back, stroking her as if to console her and sooth her trembling fearful body.

I took hold of her hips and pressed forward gently, watching my fat Uncut Hindu Cock head press into her sphincter.

I felt her body tense, unable to fight the physical urge to repel this challenge I placed at her rear exit.

I pushed forward again, pressing harder into her, her loosened anal sphincter still refusing to yield to my enormous angry Uncut Hindu Cock.

She was panting now, her pretty face a tortured grimace as she struggled to accommodate me.

I leaned forward and took an ample amount of her long, black hair in my hand, pulling her head back.

“AAAHHHNNHH…” she yelped as she felt the pressure mount at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān asshole.

I leaned back again and spread her ass cheeks to find that my Uncut Hindu Cockhead was now lodged into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She let out a long sigh as I eased out of her again.

I placed my Uncut Hindu Cock head back at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, coating it again with her slippery Musalmān juices.

Placing my Uncut Hindu Cock back at her asshole, this time I slipped in much easier.

I stayed like that for a while, my bulbous Hindu head buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān rectum as I ran my hands up and down her back, soothing and calming her.

She was panting and groaning as her body struggled to take me inside her ass, her mind screaming at the alien Hindu object wrenching open her Musalmān sphincter.

Gradually I eased further and further into her.

Pumping gently when I sensed she could tolerate it, holding back when she tensed and growled.

Slowly I could begin to fuck her incredibly tight Musalmān asshole.

Initially it was slow strokes of the first few inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock, pushing in and pulling out in a gentle rhythm.

As her breathing eased I began feeding her more and more of my Uncut Hindu Cock, listening to the delightful guttural grunts as the occasional forceful thrust pushed a little too far into her.

Slowly I began to fuck her and soon I could really begin to enter her magnificently tight anal couldal.

I held her wide round, sexy, bumpy Musalmān ass as I began pumping into her ass, hearing her make deliciously animal grunting noises.

As I plugged away at her weakened Musalmān sphincter, the room echoed with the sound of nasty clapping noises as her ample Musalmān buttocks slapped against my Hindu thighs.

“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…Ashshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…ssssssssssss..” she moaned loud,

I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back again.

Her wide-open mouth gasped as I ploughed her Musalmān rectum with increasingly powerful Hindu thrust.

Her eyelids fluttered, her consciousness long ago drifting into carnal delirium as her body succumbed to this intense fucking.

Her face was covered in sweat and her eyes were wide with intensity.

I gave her one powerful thrust, delivering the full length of my big Uncut Hindu Cock into her tortured rear.

I wrapped my arms around her and ground my body against hers, gyrating to let her feel the full length and girth in her bowels.

She pushed back against her beloved, me, her lovely fucking pal, groaning as she felt my Uncut Hindu Cock dominate her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān insides.

We stayed like that for a bit, just enjoying the intense feeling of being connected in such a nasty way.

“It seems you like taking my Uncut Hindu Cock in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass very much.” I grinned into her ear.

She was panting as she reached back and ran her fingers through my hair, grinding her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass into my Uncut Hindu Cock sensually.

I eased back from her withdrawing almost all the way out before thrusting deeply into her guts.

She grunted loudly as a grimace spoiled her pretty flushed face, hissing at the rough way I ploughed her Musalmān rectum.

She whined at me, her brow furrowed at the insinuation of more anal fucking.

It was time for me to finish what I had started.

She grunted as I began humping away again.

She reached out to place both palms against the wall to hold her steady, panting and grunting as I started plugging away at her asshole again.

I fucked her easily now.

Despite the continuing tightness of her Musalmān sphincter, she accepted my large, fat, erected Uncut Hindu Cock easily inside her hole.

“HMMMNNN… Give it to me. Give it to me hard.” She panted, thrusting back to me almost as hard as I ploughed into her. “Hit it. Hard.”

I held her by her narrow waist and began rutting away at her abused asshole, my thighs slapping against her buttocks causing her flesh to jiggle.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Harder… More… More… hit it… hit it harder…” She began chanting deliriously in between grunts and groans as my fat Uncut Hindu Cock ravished her Musalmān rectum.

Deep down in her belly she could feel the beginnings of what she knew would be another mind shattering orgasm.

I fucked her hard now, growling as I plugged my fat Uncut Hindu Cock, into her ruined Musalmān sphincter.

“Fuck it… oooohhhhhh… f-u-c-k-m-e-eeeeeee… Hit it… hit it… hit it… you want to fuck my Musalmān ass so fuck it. Fuck it hard!” She growled through gritted teeth as she thrust her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass back onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Ultimately, I could feel I wasn’t going to last much longer.

I began thrusting into her with animalistic anger, growling as I rutted her Musalmān asshole relentlessly.

“Yes… yes… like that… hit my ass like that… Tear it up… Destroy that ass… make it yours… Conquer it and make it yours… hit that ass and make me your whore… hit it… fuck your Musalmān whore…fuck your sexy Musalmān whore… fuck this sexy Musalmān bitch… tear up this Musalmān bitch’s asshole…, fuck this sexy bitch-whore… don’t you dare take your Uncut Hindu Cock out of my ass you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu… fuck me… fuck… fuck… fuck… Fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk!!”

She screamed, as her sphincter clamped tight around the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock just as I was giving her the final thrust.

My balls tightened and my vision temporarily blacked out as I gushed my Hindu seed into her now ruined Musalmān rectum.

I could barely make out her waling as she climaxed around greatly around my Uncut Hindu Cock, her entire body writhing as she squealed and growled like an animal. I began plugging away again as powerful surges pumped through my body and I began emptying my balls into her sexy Musalmān ass, filling her Musalmān rectum with gallons of my Hindu spunk.

She tried desperately to escape my continued Hindu assault but I held her forcefully, keeping her where I needed her till I was finisheded.

She wretched and scratched and squealed as her climax sent her flailing but I just kept plugging away at her now ruined Musalmān asshole.

The air filled with disgusting slurping noises as I ploughed her cum-filled rectum, each time pulling out completely then shoving the whole of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her sloppy Musalmān ass.

Finally, I pulled away and she crumpled onto the floor, twitched and spamming as she groaned and moaned her way through the last surges of her powerful climax.

With just enough sanity left, I scurried over to her and kneeled by her head.

Roughly I grabbed her by her hair and lifted face her to my twitching Uncut Hindu Cock.

She turned her face away in fatigues, still reeling from her orgasm, just wanting to be left alone to recover and recuperate from the assault on her senses.

But I was persistent, pulling her roughly and forcing my disgusting Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth.

She cleaned me off thoroughly, licking away the sexy yellow streaks along the shaft as well as the disgusting sticky globules that had formed at the base of my deflating Uncut Hindu Cock.

Even as she continued wrenching, she diligently attended to my Uncut Hindu Cock, kissing and licking and pleasuring me till the end.

I stroked her face, flushed and glistening with sweat. Finally, when my Uncut Hindu Cock had become too sensitive I pulled out from her, surprised to hear a dejected purr leave her lips as if I’d taken away her favorite toy.
“Then, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, who wins this time?” I asked.

“Who could beat my Durgesh, my lord, my husband, my master and my fucker? But, tell me one thing, darling, you fuck other beautiful Musalmān girls very often, have they satisfied you better in this way?” she said, still trying to catch her breath.

“No, my darling Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, my wife, my sex addict, I’ve fucked a Musalmān girl recently. We’ve started seeing and fucking each other. But, we did it for some three months only. She is pregnant now, and will give birth to our baby some four months later.”

“I wish I know that fortunate Musalmān lady.”

“Yes, you know. She was our Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, my Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.”

“Allah! Oh My God! You did Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat pregnant? What a fuck!”

“Yes!”

“She look stunning. Yet as she says about her husband, I wonder why she needed you? Her husband himself isn’t impotent she says.”

“It is unfair, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You are underestimating me.”

“No no, my love, you are the best. But he was better than many others she told me. I really appreciate you. But it is a mystery that his wife did not appeal him.”

“That made a sense. Do you know Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat is as skilled as you are? She is a real bitch like you. Now, say me, what do I get as the winning treat?”

“You get whatever you want.”

“I want you nude all the time around until others come. And don’t put on underwear when you go out…ever.”

“As you wish, my lord.”

She made way to the kitchen in nude and I followed.

She untied her long hair that fell covering her ass.

She prepared to cook for us.

Chapter 4

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

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It must be respected

Chapter 2

My thought about Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb also made its own way to my desire of fucking her again.

Yes!

Now, I thought to fuck all of them, not only Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, but Al Åāliyah Al Yåqūb and Al Jamīlah Al Yåqūb also.

Their Ammī, Al Islām Al Farīd, was constantly requesting me persistently.

“You already have sex with Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, Durgesh.”

“So what? You compelled me, Al Islām Al Farīd. I didn’t have another option. I want to keep you happy.”

Al Islām Al Farīd looked at me gravely,

“If you really want to keep me happy, Durgesh, please accept Åāliyah and Jamīlah too. You have your infinite bodies.”

“Oh,” I smiled ironically somewhat, “so now you think they are my infinite bodies. You don’t think any longer that they are actually humanoid robots identical to me?”

Al Islām Al Farīd smiled.

“Am I alone, Durgesh, that thinks your infinite bodies are actually not your infinite subtle bodies?”

“No, you are not alone; nevertheless, if you think I’m not a living being in those my bodies, why do you want your entire daughters to live in relationship with humanoid robots that are identical to me?”

“Because I’m not alone in this matter too.”

“I see.”

“If the entire womankind is happy to live in relationship with humanoid robots that are identical to you, why not my daughters too? If today mankind is incompetent enough to even live in relationship with a lady, it must worry the mankind themselves, why us womankind?”*

It made sense.

I felt it really difficult to hide my ever adamant Hindu hard-on looking her three beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughters roaming around, their shaking Musalmān buttocks, and their Musalmān cleavage peeping through their low cut- blouses or any dresses and such others.

I remembered a day inadvertently.

The day was a real head-turner.
I fired the computer when it was eight o’clock in the evening.

I never suspected Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat might come and watch me from the back of the room.

It was the common passage towards the terrace.

Al Islām Al Farīd and her family lived on the first floor and Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat’s family was in the ground floor.

I was fucking Réħānah Ashraf and I didn’t know Réħānah Ashraf had left the door opened.

Inadvertently or knowingly, I didn’t know.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was passing the corridor by the room, and through the open window, the view attracted her.

She saw me fucking Réħānah Ashraf fervently.

She had not only heard of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies I fucked, but had also watched us whenever she was alone.

It was almost the common fate of the Musalmān women after some ten-fifteen years of marriage that their husbands grew passive in sex, and the women had to live in dilemma, suppressing their sexual frustration and needed.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was no exception.

Watching me fucking Réħānah Ashraf, an idea hit her.

She felt horny.

The urge of a good satisfying fuck made her restless.

She came back, opened the wardrobe and thought what to wear for the night.

She was beautiful, no doubt.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat maintained her beauty going to parlors regularly, and was still in good shape.

She was thirty and still sexy, but her husband was never attentive to the sexual needs of her beautiful wife, never cared for her satisfaction, and now there she was.

She chose a knee-length green frock that looked like a schoolgirl’s play dress.

She put it on, shedding her usual nightgown, tied her hair in a pony-tale and came to see herself on the mirror.

Sexy was the only word she thought of herself. The sleeveless frock left ample part of her curvy Musalmān figure for imagination.

Her legs were good, but beautifully hairy!

She raised her arm.

The thick black bushes of her armpits spread a musky aroma.

She thought of shaving the armpits, but it was already ten, the time for dinner.

She had never cared for that shaving, either her armpits or the thick jungle under there around her Musalmān Pussy.

Her husband had never cared for those.

She reclined for it.

But thought it would be OK.

What she had seen today, was unexpected.

And once having seen the Uncut Hindu Dick, no woman can control her desire to have a fuck with the Uncut Hindu Dick.

Allah! Oh God!

It was so large and thick!

She prepared the dinner and called me to come downstairs and have it.

She looked herself once more on mirror.

Yes! That’s it that she wanted to look like!

No bra and the nipples piercing from under the frock, and no panty, to show her plump bums swing.

I entered, and she succeeded to turn my head.

I gasped at her but she tried to look as if nothing was wrong.

She served the dinner, stood by me while I ate and occasionally bent over me to give this and that and that made me wilder.

She could see the bulging hard- on of mine under the pants.

I was so huge!

She bit her lips.

I tried to control my hard-on but could not.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was too beautiful.

I had never thought sexy about Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.

She was beautiful, sexy and now turned to be a seducer!

I suggested her to dine with me.

She reluctantly denied.

I asked her again and she sat in front of me.

We finisheded the dinner quietly.

As the dinner was over, I thought to help her in washing and so I did deliberately cunningly.

While doing, my hands were brushing hers and on one or two occasions, she trailed her erect Musalmān nipples on my back.

I was out of control then.

I could not hide my tent in the pant, neither I wanted to.

She looked and smiled.

Then came the words from her sexy lips,

“It seems you are not fed totally. Are you?”

I smiled.

She turned to me and raising her boobs with both hands, asked,

“Are not they in good shape like your heroines you fuck?”

I didn’t gasp in surprise, deliberately.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat asked,

“Would you want to try them?”

That made sense. I took her in arms, and her lips found their way.

We kissed passionately.

We kissed really hard.

It was my first kiss to Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, but being utmost experienced in sex already, I still did well.

I was squashing her firm beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass with both my hands.

She broke the kiss and whispered,

“Come on, Durgesh, take me to the bedroom.”

We retreated to the bedroom as we were kissing again, and she felt wetness running through her inner thighs! What was happening to her?

I lifted her on the bed and she urged to put out the lights.

I protested,

“Leave it, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. I want to see you. You are so beautiful!”

She giggled as I raised her hands on her head and brushed my lips on her hairy armpits.

She said,

“Oh Durgesh! You Hindus are so naughty!”

“Ok Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. You are really beautiful.”

She felt a shiver running through her spine.

She moaned.

I began to caress her beautiful Musalmān boobs under her beautiful green frock.

I began to kiss them.

She urged,

“Oh Durgesh! Open the frock, please. Make me nude; make me your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān whore.”

“Never.” I said gravely, “I always respect my entire women, Musalmān or otherwise. They aren’t my whore ever. They are my ever respected life partners.”

She had learnt to use such words from the porn and the erotic Musalmān books.

The sexy words raise the sexual urge.

She felt her wetness running through her inner thighs to her legs until knees.

I helped her sit and tugging up her green frock; I peeled it off her head.

As she raised her hands, her firm breasts came into full view and I took them in hands.

I began kissing the pitch-dark areola.

She was moaning,

“Love me, Durgesh, love me, please.”

I went down to her tummy and kissed on the naval.

She shivered.

What the fuck was that?

What the fuck was the Hindu master of sex doing with her?

I brushed my hands on her mound.

I felt the thick bush there and my fingers touched the crack.

She shivered.

Her idiot husband never cared to touch her there.

I kissed on her Musalmān Pussy!

She just came.

It was hardly enough for her.

She urged me not to tease her anymore.

I settled down there between her beautiful long Musalmān legs.

The furious oral attention made her groan and she climaxed again.

It was so uncommon to her.

She never came so close.

“You are awesome! I love it. Come on, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, let me love you.” I urged.

“Then, it is the time my utmost experienced Hindu lover is ready to take me. Aren’t you? Oh, come on. Take me. Fuck me hard. I want to cum for you again, come hard. Come; fuck your Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. Make her your whore. Come. Sorry, not whore, your life partner, okay?”

She lay on bed, spreading her legs apart inviting me between her legs.

I smiled, opened my pant, taking my erect Hindu shaft in hand, positioned myself.

I was throbbing now.

My Uncut Hindu Dick was huge, really huge.

It was some seven or eight inches long, and that thick to please any woman, gasping them in awe.

I began to rub my Uncut Hindu Cock up and down against her hairy, soft and watering Musalmān Pussy.

She was holding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt-lips apart with both hands, and I watched her Musalmān Pussy for the first time.

She was dripping, and it was red in there between her swallow lips.

She felt excited presenting herself before such an utmost experienced Hindu Lover of sixty-six with such a huge Uncut Hindu Cock.

She felt excited lying there on their marriage bed and doing sex with someone other than her husband.

She spread her legs and hung them up in air, making ample space for me to place myself.

I was examining her extremely beautiful ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

There were the outer lips and the pink inner hole that was too juicy.

I trailed my Uncut Hindu Cock up and down her crack, rubbing her clit.

She began to moan loud,

“Ohhh! Ughhhh! Ummm… fuck me… fuckfuckfuck…”

But I was still not in mood to enter.

She narrowed her eyes,

“You are teasing me too much, and you know that, Durgesh. Stop teasing now.”

“Why? Are you feeling hot? Then you must beg me to take you. Speak sexy, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.”

“Oh! No, not again. Stop teasing. Just put your big fat utmost experienced sixty six years old Uncut Hindu Dick in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and fuck me hard. Fuck sweet Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, Durgesh. Fuck the shit out of her. Fuck me, fuck me even like your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān whore, and make me come again. Oh fuck…fuck…fuck…”

Putting my weight on my knees, I lowered my waist and led my Hindu shaft go into the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān crack.

She gasped, I put the tip of my huge Hindu shaft in and she held her breath.

I looked tensed and wryly looked in her eyes.

She gave me an encouraging look and I thrust my Hindu length again.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān channel was slippery and I could put the whole Hindu length at one thrust.

She held her breath and let a deep moan pass through her lips,

“uh…ssssssss…”

I was excited to enter her Musalmān Pussy for the first time.

I was determined to please her.

And I began to pump her.

She raised her ass to meet my thrust while groaning deep and loud.

Who was there after all to hear them tonight?

As I drew back my Uncut Hindu Cock and thrust it all in one stroke, she screamed in pleasure and tangled her legs around my bare Hindu waist.

I began to fuck.

I felt it easy as she was lubricated already and she was helping me raising her extremely beautiful heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to meet my rhythm.

She was nearing another orgasm.

She felt the tension building down there.

And the sound made her feel good, the ‘thwap- thwap- thwap’ sound of my pumping in and out her needy Musalmān Pussy turned her mad.

She groaned and began to utter some meaningless words and she came again, this time she came so hard that she felt like she squirted.

She felt the throbbing of her Musalmān Pussy and the release was so unusual that it even surprised her.

She must had drained some juice that had already stained the bed sheet.

And just then, she felt my throbbing in her.

It meant I was to ejaculate.

I was pumping furiously and groaning after the long five hours fuck.

I was sweating and groaning loud, I came.

I released a lot of hot Hindu semen in her.

She gasped as I began to come and the sensation of the throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock releasing the hot Hindu Semen in her, made her come again.

We were so exhausted that we had hardly any time to part and felt asleep, I was in her and she was tangling me with both her hands and legs.

As we awoke, I felt my hard on in her Musalmān Pussy and she smiled sensing me getting hard again so soon.

She began to kiss me and we began to roll on the bed, she was up now and she began to kiss me on my lips, my cheeks and on neck.

I was caressing her firm breasts, and twisted the nipples that were hard again, hard as nails.

She began to moan and I helped her lay on all fours on bed.

She felt as if in heaven. How did she dreamt of being fucked in this position like a bitch and her husband would take her from behind like a dog.

And the dream was going to be fulfilled with her utmost experienced Hindu Lover of Sixty Six, of whom she could think it was hardly enough.

I fondled her beautiful heavy young Musalmān ass-cheeks and gave a passionate light slap.

She moaned deep.

She was juicy again.

And she badly needed a hard long Uncut Hindu Cock to go inside.

And she sensed it was going through her slippery Musalmān channel.

I was again ball-deep in her in one thrust.

My Hindu male abdomen was brushing on her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Our pubic hair met and I began a slow passionate fuck.

She could control her orgasm hardly, and she came violently, this time her orgasm was harder than before.

I thrust my Hindu shaft again.

I was doing it slow now; I allowed her time to recover.

Ultimately I was again feeling close to come.

I increased my speed.

By the time, she began to moan again.

I was furious.

Catching her slander Musalmān waist, I was pumping as if there was no tomorrow.

Deep groan was coming from her throat.

And while groaning, I came.

I smiled triumphantly,

“Oh! Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, I’m coming, coming. Come for me darling… come, come…come.”

And she joined my groan.

She came again.

She was surprised, how free she felt by the fucking.

She had never imagined enjoying the series of orgasms at a time.

That meant she was a multi-orgasmic.

And no wonder, she had never felt it until she was thirty, after some twelve years of her marriage.

I found it always queer, how a Musalmān woman could live without fulfilling her so urgent sexual needs for so long.

I was surprised to find that night, that Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat had never enjoyed sex in that way.

She had never enjoyed the half of the orgasms she enjoyed with me that night.

She was surprised herself to find herself a multi-orgasmic.

She called herself a slut.

She felt hot to call her so.

I told her again and again it was natural.

She wasn’t a slut at all.

It was her normal reaction.

There was nothing in it to be criticized at all.

Instead, it must be respected being natural.

Shouldn’t even nature be respected?

Chapter 3

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It must be respected: 1

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It must be respected

Chapter 1

I smiled.

Waħīdah Yåqūb was giving lecture to Jamīlah about female sex- hormones.

They knew their stepfather, Durgesh, was reading in the other room.

None of them appreciated the idea of their Ammī, Al Islām Al Farīd, to leave their Abbū, Imām Yåqūb Naåīmuddīn Chishtī and live in relationship with me.

Jamīlah was always vibrant, and she just asked, “Tell me, Bājī, how do men react while they are excited and want to have sex?”

“They just feel hard at their penis. The phallus turns harder and harder, gets erected and, pre-cum oozes out from the head.”

“And then the intercourse?”

“Yes. The penis goes into the vagina, erupts semen, and if the lady is on fertility –period, she finds herself pregnant soon.”

“And is it necessary that the woman must be excited or… you know… Ready?”

“Of course not! Only ready means, your vagina- channel gets lubricated and your clit is erect, you are wet there. But that does not count on pregnancy. You like or not, you ready or not, what counts are your fertility and the semen. Remember that always. You are adult now, and you must have sex now or then if you like or not… so, just mind to take protection before doing. Understand?”

“Ohhh! Bājī! Never mind…”

They hugged tightly and Waħīdah Yåqūb asked mockingly,

“So? Why is my loving sis asking so much detail? Are you going to do it, or have you already done that?”

“Oh! Bājī! You are being unfair. I have not done that, and have no source to do so…you know that! But tell me, have you done it already? Err, I mean, do you do it regularly?”

“Oh! No! None of your cup of tea!”

“Ya, I know, but MejBājī told that she has come to know the secret. You are a regular. You take Oral Contraceptives regularly. Don’t you? Please, please, Bājī… Tell…”

“Ya. She is right. I used to do it regularly. But, for the last nine months, I have not done that… you know.” Waħīdah Yåqūb felt shy as her secret was at last revealed.

“You are lucky, then. Bājī, please, tell about your first experience, I am excited to know about that.”

Waħīdah Yåqūb tried to avoid her but the youngest sister was pressing too much; and then joined the second one, Åāliyah Yåqūb.

She was more than enthusiast.

And Waħīdah Yåqūb almost blushed to remind that time.

She just told,

“The first time, you feel pain.

It hurts, you know, if you had not done all that masturbations with your fingers or something like that.

But once you pass the pain, it is the best thing that happens in your life, and once you are in habit, you are in heaven always.

The two sisters pressed her to share her first cherry-popping, painful experience, and Waħīdah Yåqūb, insisted that their stepfather, Durgesh, was in the next room, so they better leave the topic left for then and there.

But Åāliyah Yåqūb informed that she had just passed Durgesh‘s room, and he was sleeping, so they better carry on.

Waħīdah Yåqūb blushed again to remember the day some two years ago. She started:

“It was some three years ago, Jamīlah had not joined the college yet and I was in the final year. After the practical exam, almost all the students had gone to their houses, the college was almost empty, as the winter vacation was on. Åāliyah Yåqūb had also gone home after the semester. The day was charming, but too cold. It was raining all the day.

“I was in my room, when the caretaker called me that someone was waiting on line for me. I was surprised who it may be, and came downstairs to attend the call. It was Naushābah Jamīl, my classmate. She asked me to come immediately to the college office and meet her. It was urgent.

“So, I headed towards the campus in search of Naushābah Jamīl. It was raining. I reached the corridor and the silent campus seemed to be so ghostly, you know. I reached the first floor, where the office room is, as Naushābah Jamīl told she would be there.

“Suddenly a strange sound hit my ears. It was unusual, I was familiar with it. And it was Naushābah Jamīl, moaning in pleasure! The moan, that passes usually when a girl is sexually satisfied! I was not unaware of it. I was a regular masturbator with some or all the other girls in the college, hostel.

“Though some girls of the hostel were regularly going late nights and dating, these were not my kind. Everybody knew that I was sigh and did know nothing about sex. Only, my room partners knew that I was sensual, sexy and friendlier with my cunt and fingers or the thick- fat candles. And Naushābah Jamīl was the one of them.

“As I stood near the head- clerk’s room, the sound made me sure that there was something forbidden in the room. And I just peeped through the key- hole.

“What did I see, was totally a head-turner to me! It was Naushābah Jamīl lying stark naked on the table, and between her legs, it was Durgesh, our Hindu stepfather, also naked, pumping his marvelous unique thick, fat Uncut Hindu Dick in and out of my best-friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy ! She was loud always, when she masturbates, and now, she was louder. With every thrust from Durgesh, she made a groan, approving how much she enjoyed. And they were sweating on the cold day!

“Heaving with every thrust! Durgesh was holding her ankles with hands high spreading as much as he could while fucking, and she was joining him with each thrust holding her beautiful young Musalmān ass high to meet more appropriately.

“I was an uneasy observer, but my legs had already turned to jelly and I was struck there peeping at the wild sex- scene in the room. To be honest, I was already damn wet under my long skirt and white knickers. I was desperate to touch myself there, and I did!

“I slid one hand under the skirt and pulling aside the panty, I started rubbing my erected clit. I was dripping wet, the wetness began to flow my thighs. And rubbing my clit I came, desperately, my cum filled my hand and the panty, some squirted on the skirt too!

“I was to run back, but just then, the umbrella fell on the floor. Before I head back picking up the umbrella, the door opened and Naushābah Jamīl pulled me inside with one strong pull. She was all naked then; Durgesh’s extremely fragrant Hindu semen was flowing down her smooth Musalmān thighs, overflowing her now swollen Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt . `Oh! You made just an awful entry,’ she glared at me. `You! The sound made us scared and, you know, Durgesh just came inside.’

“I murmured, ‘ I’m sorry. Actually… .’

‘Just keep quite! You know, Durgesh had been dying for you. He just wants to have you at any cost. And today, you are not to argue. Understand? Come on Waħīdah Yåqūb, show Durgesh what a slut you are.’

‘Slut? Me? Naushābah Jamīl? Are you mad? I was still under haze after a sweet orgasm. I sensed, seeing Durgesh naked, quietly, was making me hot again.’

“I was a needy slut always, to be honest. Everybody knows me as a meek and mild girl, but about sex, I was desperate, only lacked the courage to take the initial step. The word `slut’ made me wet again. I gazed at the glistering Uncut Hindu Cock of Durgesh, now still erect between his legs. Naushābah Jamīl suddenly caught hold of my long, upbraided hair and furiously began to kiss me.

“I put my lips in hers while our tongues tangled brusher with each other in a deep sensual kiss we do often share. She began to caress my breasts with both hands. I decided to go through the situation.

“And then I realized Durgesh had stood up and had come behind me. He had started to embrace me from the behind. Our kiss broke as Durgesh turned me towards him and put a deep kiss on my lips. Uhh! The first ever kiss from a man! I opened my mouth as his lip trailed into my mouth, finding something desperately.

“I returned his kiss. We broke the contract just a while to catch the breath and again we were lost in a passionate kiss. He fondled my butt and then began to caress them. I let a deep sigh out- Allahhh..hhhsss.

“Naushābah Jamīl had by then lit a cigarette, and was smoking. She said, -hadn’t I told that your Waħīdah Yåqūb is a real needy slut, a fucking hot girl? Now take her to all and make a fucking randy whore of your own just like me.’

“Durgesh lifted me and put me on the chair. And he began to unbutton my cardigan. As he finished, Naushābah Jamīl kneeled before him, took a deep smoke and parting her lips, gave a sensual kiss on his now fully erect Uncut Hindu Cock. Durgesh was peeling me one by one. First came out the cardigan, then the top and the bra. He lowered his lips to kiss one of my breasts, and as his tongue licked my nipples, I felt, I came then and there on my panty. Allah! Oh God! It was so hot!

“Naushābah Jamīl began to lick his Uncut Hindu Cock, often smoking and gulping the whole Hindu shaft into her Musalmān throat! I was surprised to see her do so! I had seen such activities only in the pornographies which we, in the hostel used to arrange in our rooms now and then, ransoming the caretaker. But when I saw it real, made me hornier. I wanted to act as a real slut as she had told.

“I crawled down the chair and kneeled by her. With a mouthful of smoke she kissed me, letting the smoke enter me. I inhaled it and lowered my mouth on Durgesh‘s Uncut Hindu Prick. It was glistering with Naushābah Jamīl’s Musalmān Pussy-juice and her saliva. I planted a deep kiss on the tip.

“Then smoked from Naushābah Jamīl’s stuff and like I saw her doing, I opened my mouth and took the Uncut Hindu Prick into my ardent Musalmān mouth. I began to lick from top to the root, till his black, thick, curly pubic hair did not brush my nose. With one hand, I caressed his Hindu balls, letting him out a deep moan- ahhhh! Just do it.

“I was totally become a slut like Naushābah Jamīl by then and she was fondling my ass. A while later, Durgesh took me with both hands, kissed me, and lifting me holding my slander waist, let me lie on the table in the position I saw Naushābah Jamīl lying and fucking.

“I was in the skirt and sensed Durgesh lifting it upholding the hem to my waist. I put my ass up to help Durgesh get my panty out. He was in no hurry, but I was. He lowered his face and kissed me on there. Oh! It was a sensation. A shiver flew through my spine and I felt very wet there. He parted the outer lips of my Musalmān Pussy and licked hard.

“I moaned and moaned. My clitoris was getting hard; my nipples were by then rock hard. He was kissing and I was moaning for a quick fuck. Really the whole act made me a needy slut. I was thrusting my pelvis to his face up and with both hands had already clutched his hair. With one finger he had put into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, he started to finger-fuck me.

“I was on the verge of a rocking orgasm. I could sense the tension building in me. His two fingers were already in me. I sensed my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt-juice running through his Hindu fingers. With his finger satisfying me, I came then and there, vigorously, as hard as possible. It was the best one I had enjoyed then, more to come… you know.

“Our Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, looked up, came forward and kissed me on my lips. I kissed him too. And I sensed his rock-hard Uncut Hindu Cock was brushing through my ardent Musalmān crack. I shivered and as he was brushing it through, I surprisingly found that I came again! This time, the orgasm was more sensitive.

“I was moaning and suddenly, he put it into my Musalmān Pussy! First, the head came through the moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt- channel and he waited. Naushābah Jamīl crawled up on the table and straddled me on her knees, her Musalmān Pussy just on my face. She leaned to kiss Durgesh and I began licking her wetness.

“Durgesh held my legs apart, clutching the ankles and raising the legs as far as to my chest. He asked, ‘Ready now? Waħīdah Yåqūb? It is going to hurt if it’s your first one.’ But I was in no mood to listen. He pushed the Uncut Hindu Cock in a little, and I moaned loud- Allahhhhhhsssss!

“Durgesh increased the weight, and thrust again. I moaned louder. Then, suddenly, a thrust followed and I cried out loud, as his long thick Uncut Hindu Cock popped off my Musalmān cherry. It did not bleed as I had the hymen popped off a long time ago while masturbating with wood-pencils or candles, and with Allah knows with what, but it hurt.

“I was stung in pain, and my best friend just thrust her Musalmān Pussy on my mouth. She was wet, and I felt her now-swollen Musalmān Pussy lips so wet, that forgetting the pain, I began to lick her juice. And I sensed Durgesh had begun to pump me, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt that had by then adjusted the first insert, his thickness and his whole Hindu shaft.

“I was dripping there and he found it easy to pump me. The wet channel was burning for the shaft was really thick, but the burning of my sex was much more. He was really fucking me! And I was really enjoying! In my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, there was the tasty Musalmān Pussy of Naushābah Jamīl, her hairy Musalmān Pussy was leaking her cum.

“Durgesh was fucking me really carefully. He knew it was my first season and he was fucking slowly. But I sensed the urge of speed and began to moan- oh! Fuck-fuck me hard, you old Hindu scoundrel, fuck the Musalmān Pussy hard… faster faster….oh oh ufffff… ahhhhhh… And he began to fuck fast. I felt the tension coiling in the lower abdomen, and I was really going to cum soon.

“Durgesh was rubbing my clit then, fast with the rhyme of the pumping in and out. And moaning loud, I came, harder than the previous one.

“But Durgesh was not done yet, and he was thrusting in and out furiously. I could hear the sound of the Uncut Hindu Cock going in and out of my slippery Musalmān Pussy, and his groaning was now heard loud enough. He was holding my hips and bouncing as if there was no tomorrow.

“His eyes were closed and teeth gritted as I sensed a hot flow of thick Hindu load squirting deep into my Musalmān vagina. It was vibrating and spreading the load and with the fall of the Hindu semen, I began to cum again.

“We could not catch our breath for a little while, and when we could, the first word I said, was, ‘Allah! Oh my god, it was so fucking well! Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you made me a woman now! Now I understand why Ammī left Abbū for you. Now I understand why we beautiful Musalmān houseladies are so crazy to fuck you. Allah! Oh God! It was amazing, just amazing. I never came so much for a day. Oh!’

“Naushābah Jamīl came down to my crotch and began to lick my Musalmān Pussy. She cleaned Durgesh’s Hindu semen with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue and we kissed, tasting Durgesh’s hot Hindu load through our tongues. I was lying there and feeling little dizzy for some time only to get ready with the all licking and fingering of my friend.

“And, when I was wet again and was really in need of a little attention for my dripping Musalmān Pussy, Durgesh was ready with his hard-on which was now brushing through the crack of my Musalmān Pussy. And he just started the bouncing in and out, in and out, in and out, and after some five or six hours later we came together heavily, our release throbbed inside my Musalmān Pussy.

“I sensed the jerk in there, felt how hot his Hindu load was and as the dizzy feelings subsided, an idea suddenly panicked me. He came twice in me and I was not undergoing any birth control.

“I began to cry, feeling what will happen to me, my future, what my friends, family will think of me. Only then Durgesh spoke. He was silent all through the fuck. He just said not to be panicked and gave us two a packet of Morning-After pill each and also the instructions how to use. We kissed passionately and I stood up to put on my clothes. I took the bra, put it on and Durgesh did the hooking back.

“I wore the top, the cardigan and was searching the panty. It was lying on the chair and was almost soaking wet with my cum and the semen of Durgesh. He held it up and said,’ I’m going to keep it, darling, as the memento of my fantasy girl who came to be my fucking baby.’

“I could not but laugh and said,` Ok, you win the toffee. And I am all yours, you possess me, owe me by the time. You made me a woman, popping my fucking Musalmān virginity; I am looking forward for another fuck from you soon.’ We returned back and I felt pain. It was soaring in the morning. Naushābah Jamīl told me to take rest, take some hot-bath and some antibiotics for the pain.

“Rest helped me, and so the therapy. I was all cured by the second day, and on the third afternoon, Durgesh‘s call came. I was in the office room again, and it was the real, perfect intercourse, what we call lovemaking. He introduced me the test of his hot Hindu semen as he unloaded the jerk in my Musalmān mouth too. It tasted odd, but the feeling of being a perfect slut came to be true.

“I felt like a randy whore whenever Durgesh called on phone to come to his office. We got the rhythm, at least twice a week; mostly on Saturdays and Sundays and each time, he would come at least thrice a day.

“We fucked like dog and bitch, like husband and wife, like lover and beloved, like whore and customer, like couple on first date, and in every possible guise, in every possible style, every possible pose. We went on holidays and seminars in Digha, in Kolkata, in Delhi, and even at Durgesh‘s house.

“After our final exam, both Naushābah Jamīl and I were posted in the home-Hospital for Durgesh. And Durgesh married Naushābah Jamīl last year, leaving me all alone.”

As she finished her experience, she found her two sisters lying in the bed, spreading their legs and lifting their nightgowns up, fingering their pussies and moaning.

Waħīdah Yåqūb did not lag behind.

She had not been doing any sex for the last eight or nine months.

Her only relief was her fingers and the candles just as they used to be in the past.

She needed a good fuck at any cost and she found it difficult to find my Uncut Hindu Cock here, as her sisters’ presence.”

Waħīdah Yåqūb put her hand under the sari and petticoat (petticoat) and began to finger her Musalmān Pussy.

The room filled with the aroma of sex and the moans the three of them doing with fingering themselves.

And they were so hot that they came almost at the same time.

The release was good for them and they felt calm.

Jamīlah asked,-

“You are now alone. Aren’t you, Bājī?”

“Why? Have you found one?”

“Oh! Not again, Bājī. It’s not fair. I told you, I am alone. And I do not like the boys here. They are so predictable, you know!”

“Predictable in sex? Yes, my dear, I heard, most of the women say, their husbands are predictable. They just get erected, tug the women’s clothes, and go for pumping and release soon, leaving the women unsatisfied. They don’t think of their wives’ release or orgasms.”

“Oh! It’s so sad. I fear what will happen to us.”

“Yes, be careful. Don’t go for a date until you know the man and his outlook about sex. Discuss it first what he thinks about woman and her sex. You know, once you had tasted it, it becomes an addiction if it is good. I feel so lonely now, having so much pleasure once and living alone without a single fuck for the last six or seven months. It’s so unbearable!

Åāliyah Yåqūb came and hugged her sister.

‘I think you are right, Bājī. It’s an addiction. I had seen Durgesh and Ammī doing sex at night regularly. Just think, he is almost fifty and she was forty-seven. Ammī says that it’s a habit. If they do not make love at least twice or thrice a week, they feel anxious. Sex releases the tension. Even if they come to visit us, they make love at the day, when we are out.

“I had seen them enjoying here one day when I arrived at noon unexpectedly. I entered with my own key as usual and heard their moaning. I spied them and released my cum. Ammī told me that day when she found me in my room after she came to pee some five minutes after their release. They care for each other and are very happy in sex.’

This surprised Jamīlah.

But Waħīdah Yåqūb told that she had too seen her parents enjoying sex many times here and also at their home.

Jamīlah said,

“That means one thing; we three sisters need our partners who can satisfy our sexual needed. Am I right?”

Åāliyah Yåqūb suggested,

“Why not we too make our Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, as our partner? He is strong and healthy. If he can fuck Waħīdah Yåqūb Bājī, why can’t all of us? Once I too have chanced to have a look at his erected Uncut Hindu Prick a few days ago. He is really huge, I say.”

Waħīdah Yåqūb told her to keep quiet.

It will make them incest. It is better not to discuss it.

Her sisters agreed and they hugged each other.

As the dinnertime was near, they prepared the dinner and Waħīdah Yåqūb went to call Durgesh for dinner.

I was still sleeping.

Waħīdah Yåqūb entered the room knocking, and saw her beloved Durgesh lying asleep on the bed.

I looked so sweet when I slept, thought Waħīdah Yåqūb.

She touched my bare shoulder and felt a sudden shiver running through her spine.

Oh, it’s so wrong! Touching Durgesh and feeling sexy is very wrong.

And she was not his real daughter.

They have already fucked each other too much.

Now why the hell she was reacting so strange and irrational?

She called me loud, and I woke up.*

She gave me a regular hug, a peck on my cheeks and I returned her so.

She felt her erect nipples brushing my bare hairy chest once again.

Though she was in sari and the blouse, her nipples were so erect that they were now tickling through.

Irrationally, she felt shy and broke the embrace earlier than ever.

She asked me to come and have the dinner.

At the dinner, we were stout all and teasing each other.

I was teasing Jamīlah, snatching away her bread or her plate of meat and Åāliyah Yåqūb, leg pulling me.

But Waħīdah Yåqūb was not in mood.

She was getting horny whenever her eyes met with mine.

She felt she was wet there under her sari and petticoat.

She wore sari usually.

Rarely did she wore jeans, trousers, Capri, shorts or minis like her younger sisters.

Her favorite outfit for the hospital was either sari or salwar.

Often she put on some long skirt and formal shirts. she worked hard to keep herself in shape, like her sisters.

She was not busty, but not skimpy also.

Her size matched with her younger sister Åāliyah Yåqūb.

They both used 32 B size bra and their waists measured 28 and going down, their ass rolled round to 36, making them both hour-glass figured.

She was aware that her bum was really good looking, enough to cause a hard- on for Durgesh if she walked carefully shaking her beautiful Musalmān buttocks.

Her sari hung just down her naval- slopes leaving ample space of her fair, flat, little bulky tummy and her sari- plaits that run on to her shoulder, left enough of the cleavage- show to figure out her firm young Musalmān boobs.

She was always that presentable with her silky black hair running to her knees either in a good handy braid or a tress.

Åāliyah Yåqūb also had such long hair.

But Jamīlah loved it a boy’s cut.

Whatever it was, Waħīdah Yåqūb felt a tension looking at Durgesh.

She could not forget ever how passionately I fuck her whenever she was lucky enough to get the chance.

She felt a sexual tension, a sexual need building in her centering on me.

It was not right.

She must get rid of it.

She tried to think about something else.

We finished the dinner.

Åāliyah Yåqūb helped Waħīdah Yåqūb to clean and the other two retired to study.

They finished the cleaning and headed towards their rooms.

Waħīdah Yåqūb locked herself, got out of her cloth, opened the blouse, untied the petticoat, and lit a cigarette and opening the drawer, hauled out a long thick candle.

Her tongue lubricated it and she thrust it down to her dripping Musalmān Pussy.

She bit her lips so that the moan did not pass loud, and began to masturbate furiously.

Her climax was near and she relieved the tension involving Durgesh.

Yet she could not stop thinking about me.

She began to do it again, and again, until she was too exhausted to pull out the candle.

She had enjoyed four orgasms then and there, thinking Durgesh fucking her.

And then she lay on the bed as she was masturbating with the candle.

She fell asleep.

And in dream, she enjoyed some really good fucking seasons with me.

I was really well- built even at my sixty six.

My prick was normally some eight inches long and thick.

And I fucked her really well.

I almost fucked the shit out of her.

She came while dreaming and soaking wet did she woke up at midnight.

She ran to the bathroom, splashed water on her face and neck and then coming back, she lit a cigarette.

A good smoke can make sense.

She smoked and retired to bed.*

I felt it odd as she reacted tonight.

I had heard all they were discussing there in the other room in the evening, before the dinner.

I wasn’t surprised to find her sober beloved Waħīdah Yåqūb’s love life, or appropriately her sex life.

It wasn’t really shocking to find her experiences.

I fucked her because that was what her own Ammī wanted me to do.

“Fuck her yourself, Durgesh, before she is taken advantage of by someone not suitable for her.”

I respected her Ammī’s concern for her and obliged her immediately.

Why take chance to let anything wrong happen?

I always thought highly about her.

Everyone who knows, think highly about her and no one, who knows her, would be surprised to discover her as a slut as she had called herself today.

It was unbelievable.

I had to change her negative psychology as soon as possible.

She wasn’t a slut.

No girl must think herself a slut ever.

Sex is a normal desire.

Wasn’t it?

And as such It must be respected.

Chapter 2

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The game played, in our own way

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid yanked her hand off my Uncut Hindu Cock as if she’d been burnt by its touch.

She bolted upright on the couch and swiveled around to stare into my eyes.

“Allah! Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was…I was…touching you there. Please forgive me,” she begged bringing her trembling hands together in front of her mouth.

Sitting up I reached over and pulled Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s head against my chest with her face pointing down to my lap.

“It was an accident Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, don’t worry about it,” I soothingly repeated until she seemed to calm down some.

“Durgesh?”

“Yeah, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“My dear, I truly am impressed, but don’t you think you should tuck that thing in now?”

She laughed all the way into the kitchen after she’d watched me trying to stuff the Hindu beast back into its cage.

She brought sandwiches and fresh soda and we curled back on the couch, me on one side and her on the other, and filled the rest of the day by watching some of the worst nonsense imaginable.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid did ask about Al Shafaq Al Åbbās once.

“What’s going to happen between you and your little Musalmān friend now?”

“Hopefully she’ll find someone else to take care of her needs,” I answered nonchalantly.

“I take it you weren’t in love with her then,” she asked.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God no! We just used each other to relieve tension is all. Besides, she’s married,” I said waiting for what I expected to come next.

Instead of a speech about the pit-falls of getting involved with a married woman she just snickered,

“Well, a handsome guy like you shouldn’t have any trouble finding someone else to help you with your tension problems.”

“I’m taking volunteers,” popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Durgesh ! Shame on you. Although, after what I saw today, if I wasn’t your Bhābhījān I’d be on you like the speed of light squared,” she cackled mirthfully.

“E=mc2, kudos for the brainiest reference Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I laughed back.

There was a lull in the storm later that evening, but when it returned Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid slid over and snuggled up to me.

She covered us both with the blanket and propped herself against my side with my arm around her shoulder.

Without realizing I was doing it I let my fingers draw little circles on her upper arm.

The feel of her skin was warm and soft to the touch.

As my fingers rubbed they slowly slid forward, and before I knew it, I was actually rubbing the tips of them against the side of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s boob.

When she didn’t say anything, I became braver, naturally.

Gradually I inched my fingertips forward until they were barely touching the crinkled flesh of her areola under her slip.

A sudden shifting on her part brought her nipple directly under my fingertips.

It was hard.

As gently as I could muster, I rubbed the stiffness and felt it get even harder.

This went on for a few minutes before she moaned softly, excused herself saying she was tired, and went into her bedroom.

I didn’t hear her door close.

I had to sit there for quite a spell before enough blood drained out of my dick to allow me to walk without it pointing the way.

I shut everything off except a small light over the stove.

It was just enough light for me to see down the hallway and not run into the wall.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s door was open and as I got next to it, I peered in.

A spark of lightning outside her window lit her room up enough for me to see her curled in a ball on top of the covers.

“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you okay?” I asked, concern in my voice.

“I’m fine Durgesh, go on to bed. I’ll see you in the morning,” she said sounding far off.

“Okay. If you need me for anything, holler,” I told her not really wanting to go.

“I will. Goodnight, Durgesh.”

“Goodnight, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I said, then went into my room and crawled naked under the covers.*

I had no idea what time it was when the repeated calling of my name finally woke me.

Outside the storm raged on, loud booming crashes of thunder followed by dazzling displays of lightning that lit up my room for several seconds at a time.

My eyes opened halfway just as another streak of lightning lit up my room, casting eerie shadows in every direction.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was standing by the side of my bed and it looked to me like she was shaking all over.

I sat straight up letting the covers bunch in my lap.

“What’s wrong, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?” I asked worried that something bad had happened.

“I’m scared and I can’t sleep.” She sounded like a frightened schoolgirl.

The thought of how ironic this was almost made me laugh out loud.

When I was little, even then the storms like this would never terrify me.

I’d always go into my parent’s bedroom and say just about the same thing Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had just done, but not out of fear, boldly instead.

My parents would lift the covers and allow me to snuggle into their protective warmth.

Turn about was fair play, so without thinking I held up the covers so she could crawl into bed.

Just as she was about to, another streak of lightning lit up the room and she froze.

I saw where she was looking and it dawned on me that I was naked.

I dropped the covers enough to hide my privates.

“Sorry, I forgot,” I said immediately. “My pajamas are on the floor somewhere, mind handing them to me?”

She had to wait for another bolt of lightning to light up the room before she was able to find them.

After tossing them to me, I lay back and struggled into the legs before lifting my hips and pulling them the rest of the way up.

That done I once again held up the covers and felt her crawl in next to me.

The sweet soft fragrance of jasmine filled my nostrils as she turned her back to me and settled in.

I stretched out on my back with my hands behind my head, our bodies barely touching.

I could feel her shiver every time the thunder boomed.

“Durgesh,” I heard her whisper after about ten minutes later.

“Yeah, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“Would you hold me, please?” she asked in such a low voice that I barely heard her.

I immediately regretted not having at least tried to fasten the buttons on the pajama bottoms.

As soon as I flipped onto my side, facing her, my soft Uncut Hindu Cock flopped out the fly and pointed down at the mattress.

I knew it would be useless to go ahead and button up; they would just pop back open anyway.

The best thing I figured I could do was not get too close to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s back.

I stretched my bottom arm under my pillow and lay the one on top over her waist with my hand just reaching the softness of her tummy, leaving a small gap between us.

“Tighter, my dear,” I heard her softly say.

I grabbed the edge of my pillow and moved it so it was over the edge of hers, and then I inched towards her until her back and my front meshed in all the right places.

She was in a fetal position with her knees up, and when I scooted over putting my knees behind hers my Uncut Hindu Cock made contact with her slip-covered gorgeous Musalmān ass cheek.

The silky fabric felt good on my skin and I snuggled even closer pressing my Uncut Hindu Dick harder into the softness of her Musalmān bun.

“Better?” I asked, reaching up and combing my fingers through the hair on the side of her head.

“Ummm,” she murmured.

Slipping my bottom arm back under both pillows I let my other hand fall onto the soft skin of her upper arm.

I began drawing tiny circles just as I’d done earlier, my face resting next to the back of her neck.

Without even thinking about what I was doing, I reached up and swept her hair away from her neck, and then planted a couple of feathery kisses at the junction where her shoulder and neck met.

A soft moan escaped her lips and I brought my hand back to resume drawing circles on her arm.

I widened the loops of the circles toward the front of her until I was once again drawing them on the side of her breast.

“That feels nice,” Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid whispered shifting her shoulder back and placing her hand flat on the topside of my thigh.

With her shoulder back I was able to reach the front edge of her slip where it started to cover her chest.

I let my fingers linger there pushing the fabric further away on each pass.

The touch of her skin and the heat of her body pressed against me had the blood filling my Uncut Hindu Cock in a hurry.

Spooned up against her I rotated my hips until my Hindu hardness slid along the silk of her slip until it pushed the fabric into the crack between her gorgeous heavy Musalmān cheeks.

“Durgesh …you shouldn’t be doing that,” she moaned, pressing her Musalmān ass back against the heat of my Uncut Hindu Cock at the same time.

What she preached, she herself did exactly opposite it.

Nuzzling her neck and raining tiny kisses along the top of her shoulder, I reached up and lightly pulled the strap of her slip down her arm to her elbow.

Next I placed the palm of my hand on the top swell of her breast and slid it downward pushing the slip off her tit as I did.

I felt the stiffness of her nipple scrape across my palm as my hand replaced the fabric that covered her left breast.

Her nipple grew even stiffer as I ran my fingertips over the top of it.

Cupping her shoulder and sliding away from her slightly, I gently urged her onto her back.

With the flashes of lightning, I was able to see that she was staring up at me as I propped my head up with my hand.

I was also able to catch glimpses of the crinkled skin of her areola and pointed nipple.

She let the arm closest to me fall between us and I felt her hand land on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her other hand came up and cupped my cheek tenderly.

“Oh Durgesh, we can’t do this. It’s wrong, so wrong,” she said, even as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān grip on my Uncut Hindu Dick tightened.

“I love you, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. I just want to make you feel good. Is that so wrong?” I whispered as my hand roamed over her chest then slid under her slip and cupped her other breast.

“Ahhh,” she sighed as I pinched her nipple making it get as hard as the other one.

I played with her breasts one at a time, squeezing first one then the other before I leaned forward and captured the closest nipple.

My tongue drew more circles around the brown circle of her areola.

Her hand began to rub up and down on my Hindu shaft in shaky jerks.

The harder I kissed her nipple, the faster her hand moved on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

With her tit on my lips, I moved my hand down the front of her, sliding it lower and lower until I reached the hem of her slip on her thigh.

Thunder boomed making her jump just as my hand traveled back up her thigh and under the part of her slip that hid her beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mound.

My fingers raked through the hair covering her sex and found the nub of her clit peeking from its protective hood.

“Oh Durgesh, stop…we can’t… do this,” she panted as I bore down on her clit with the tip of my index finger.

Pulling my mouth off her nipple, I lowered my lips to hers.

There was no use of tongue, just a soft passionate connecting of lips.

She didn’t respond for a second or two, and then her hand snaked around to the back of my head and pressed my lips harder onto hers.

My finger left her clit and slid down between the slick lips of her pussy and burrowed into her moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tunnel. Her tongue shot out and forced its way into my mouth as she began to kiss me with greedy abandon.

I worked my finger in and out of her increasingly wet pussy faster and faster.

“Allah! Oh my God. Allah! Oh my God. Allah! Oh my God,” she chanted thrusting her hips upwards burying more of my finger into her heat.

“That’s it, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, let it go,” I whispered encouragingly into her ear as I inserted a second finger.

“OHHH HONNNEEEYYYY!!!” she screamed as juice poured over my fingers and her thrusting hips slowed down and then stopped moving.

I slowly pulled my soaked fingers from her twitching pussy then brought them up to her mouth and she sucked her juices from them.

Lightning lit up the room and I saw her eyes watching as she licked the last drops of her tangy nectar from the insides of each finger.

She still had a grip on my Uncut Hindu Cock, but her hand had stopped stroking a while ago.

Her hand slipped off as I rolled over onto my back and stared at the shadows on the ceiling, listening as she tried to bring her breathing under control.

“Allah, God, Durgesh, what have we done,” she quietly asked.

“Nothing wrong, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I told her reaching over and taking her limp hand in mine.

“How can what we just did, what I allowed us to do, not be wrong? You’re my husband’s friend only for Allah’s sake,” she countered.

“Come here, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I whispered coaxing her into my waiting arm.

She snuggled up against my side and rested her head on my chest.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. All you did was allow yourself to enjoy the pleasures I offered. It’s not like we had gone all the way, now is it?”

“But…” she sobbed.

“But what, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“I feel so dirty,” she moaned.

“Why,” I asked.

“Because…because I would have gone all the way. I would have let you make love to me,” she whispered into my chest.

“And I would gladly accepted your gift of unconditional love, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, but only if and when you are ready to give it. For now, just let your best friend take care of your needs, that’s all I ask.”

“You don’t find the idea of having sex with your Bhābhījān wrong, or disgusting as your little friend called us?”

“Can I tell you something, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“Of course,” she answered.

“Ever since I was able to see you as a woman, not as just Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I’ve wanted to have sex with you. Even to this day when I’m with some woman I picture your face as we do the deed,” I told her, expecting her to be shocked.

“I kind of figured that out when I heard you shouting ‘Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’ while you damn near killed that skinny Musalmān girl with your Hindu enthusiasm,” she chuckled lightly.

“So, you were watching. I wasn’t sure,” I said smiling at the memory.

“Can I tell you something, Durgesh?”

“Anything.”

“I feel so naughty telling you this. Anyway, I’ve watched you and that Musalmān girl several times,” she snickered.

I stroked her hair and asked,

“Did you like what you saw?”

“Yes. I…I couldn’t stop wishing it were me riding you instead of her. I’d get so wet that I had to go to my room and play with myself until I had an orgasm. But that’s as far as I thought I’d take it, just harmless fantasizing.”

“Now that it’s gone beyond fantasizing how do you feel?”

“Confused. Part of me wants to die for what we just did, but another part of me wants to feel you deepest inside me. Does that make any sense to you,” she asked, her hand inching down toward my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

“I understand, and I’ll never push you into something you’re not ready for. Just know that if you need any stress relief, I’ll gladly volunteer.” We both got a chuckle out of that.

“Maybe we should get some more sleep. Do you mind if I hold you while we sleep?” I didn’t understand that what she meant was, she wanted to hold my Uncut Hindu Cock, until her fingers wrapped around it.

“My dear, can I ask you one more thing?”

“What’s that, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“Did you deliberately let me enjoy the taste of me on your fingers?”

“Very much so. But it’d been so much better if you could have gotten it directly from me, instead of from my fingers.”

I felt her quiver as her hand tightened a little more around my Hindu shaft.

Sometime during the night, the storm had faded into a minor drizzle.

My eyes fluttered open then squinted from the brightness.

I was alone.

I couldn’t help but wonder if what had happened had just been a dream caused by my desire for Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid.

Rolling over on my side, I caught the scent of jasmine that lingered on the other pillow.

My eyes opened completely and my Uncut Hindu Dick twitched as I brought my hand up to my face and sniffed.

The musky smell of pussy, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s pussy, was still on my fingers.

I had a hard time stuffing my Uncut Hindu Cock back into my pajamas on the way to the bathroom.

Even after my bladder was emptied, I had to tuck myself back in twice before I reached the kitchen.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was standing at the counter holding her cup of coffee in both hands as she stared out the window at the drizzling rain.

She had a towel wrapped around her head and was wearing her worn out terry-cloth robe.

She must have heard me approach, because she didn’t flinch when I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently began to knead them.

She smelled as fresh as the morning.

“Mmmmm,” she murmured as my fingers worked her shoulder muscles.

“Just got out of the shower?” I asked, gazing out at the rain.

“Uhuh,” she said as she took a sip.

“You smell great, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I told her.

“Listen, Durgesh,” she began before putting her cup down and turning around to face me. “What happened last night was a mistake. I was just being a foolish, lonely old woman that let things get out of hand.”

Stepping in closer to her, I put my hands on her hips and said,

“Were you?”

“I…” she started, her bottom lip quivering slightly as she gazed into my eyes.

Tilting my head I brought my lips down tenderly onto hers cutting off any further words of protest.

I held my lips on hers, and was rewarded with the feel of her arms, going around my neck.

And the sweetness of her returning my kiss.

Our kiss went on and grew more passionate; our tongues began to hunt for each other’s.

My hands slid around the front of her robe and untied the sash that held the halves together.

When we finally broke the kiss, I stepped back slightly and parted her robe.

Her hands slid down the front of my chest until they reached her sides and hung there unmoving.

My eyes feasted upon Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s loveliness.

Her breasts were ripe and full with just a hint of drooping, her areolas small crinkled circles of brown skin topped with erect dark- pink nipples.

She didn’t try to stop me as I placed my lips between their fullness and used my hands to squeeze them against my cheeks.

Pulling my lips back, I squeezed the globes closer together until I was able to kiss both nipples at the same time.

I heard her gasp and felt her fingers entangle themselves in my hair at the back of my head.

The longer I kissed the harder she pressed my lips onto her.

“Oh Durgesh, Allah, what are you doing to me, ” she whispered, her breathing growing erratic.

Releasing my hold on the sides of her tits, I kissed each nipple once more before making my way slowly down over the tiny soft swell of her belly.

I ran my tongue into her belly- button before sliding it lower, my hands holding her soft mature hips gently.

My knees finally touched the floor and I came face to face with her essence.

She had a neatly trimmed patch of brown hair covering her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mound that slid up under her and covered the outer folds of her pussy lips.

Her inner labia hung down past the folds just enough to be visible; their edges tinged a light brown.

I could see her pinkish clit peeking out as I brought my mouth forward and captured it in my lips.

Her hands pushed on the back of my head.

Her breathing was becoming ragged and her hips were pushing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān onto my lips with ever increasing force.

“Not here, Durgesh,” she whimpered pulling me to my feet.

When I reached my feet, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedrooms.

Halfway there she dropped my hand then reached up and pushed the robe off her shoulders.

She flung the wet towel from her head over her shoulder at me.

I didn’t know it could, but my Uncut Hindu Cock got harder still when I watched her juicy Musalmān ass jiggle down the hallway.

I almost broke my neck shedding the pajama bottoms on the run.

I reached my room in time to see her spin around and fling herself backwards into the middle of the bed.

She was giggling like a schoolgirl and watching me with lust crazed eyes.

I reached the edge of the bed, my pulsing Uncut Hindu Cock sticking straight out in front of me, and looked down at her.

She stopped her nervous giggling, raised her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could.

Next she took her hand and placed two fingers into the softness of her slit and scissored the fingers apart.

Her inner and outer lips flowered open showing me the pink entrance to her wet, slick Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tunnel.

I crawled up on the bed sliding between her firm creamy white thighs, my Uncut Hindu Cock dangling at just the right angle for the head to slip between the folds of her moist Musalmān Cunt.

“Be gentle with me, Durgesh,” she moaned as her arms wrapped around me and pulled me down on top of her.

As my weight settled down on her, flattening her breasts between our bodies, I felt the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock slip deep into her snugness.

Pushing slowly forward I slid the rest of the way in until I felt my balls settle on the soft round cheeks of her beautiful Musalmān ass.

She pulled her lips from mine, grunted once, then raised her head to the side and sank her teeth gently into my shoulder.

I pumped my hips backwards until I almost fell out of her, and then slowly pushed back in.

I did this about ten times before she stretched her legs out and under, forcing my legs to the outside of hers.

This increased the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tightness around my Hindu shaft and also allowed her clit to ride the top of my cock at all times.

I wasn’t able to push my entire Uncut Hindu Dick into her in this position, but the sensation running along my cock was like no other that I’d ever felt.

The feel of her hard Musalmān clit scraping the top of my Uncut Hindu Cock, coupled with the tickle of her fur around the sides of it was fantastic.

I latched onto the side of her neck with my mouth as we pushed and pulled against each other at a leisurely pace.

“So good, so good, thank you, thank you very much,” she chanted as her upward thrusting began to become more forceful.

I matched her force, and in no time, we were fucking faster and faster.

She rained tiny kisses all over my face as her fingernails raked down my back.

I slid my hands up under her until I could grasp her ass.

“Yeah Durgesh, Anant Sr’shŧi Chod, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā, that’s it, I’m so close,” she cried into my ear.

Spurred on by the sounds of her throaty cries, I forced my feet between her closed legs.

As soon as she spread her legs wide open I propped myself up on my arms and began to hammer my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt mercilessly.

The sounds of my balls slapping against her butt increased my urge to piston faster and faster into her soaking wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hole.

“Uuuhhhhgggg Allah! Oh God Durgesh, now, do it now. Fill me Durgesh, please, I beg of you. Your friend could never give me the pleasure you are bestowing on me. I can’t be honest even if I don’t admit that to you.” she wailed her face contorted in ecstasy.

I jammed my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as far as I could get it and held it there, a flood of thick hot Hindu spunk shooting out of me in globs.

“I love you, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I groaned as Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s Musalmān pussy milked the last rope of sticky Hindu semen from my balls.

As we lay in each other’s arms a short time later I couldn’t remember a time when I’d ever been happier.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s head was resting on my shoulder and her warm soft tits were pressed against my side.

She was lazily running her fingertips from my chest to my stomach in large gentle circles.

“Are you still lonely, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I finally asked.

“No Durgesh, not anymore. I’m just worried,” she replied in a low voice.

“About what,” I asked.

“Now that you’ve tasted the forbidden fruit, and fulfilled our fantasy of having sex with each other, I’m just worried that you won’t want to keep eating the same old fruit.”

Reaching down I placed my fingers under her chin and lifted her face to mine so she could see my eyes.

“I love you with all my heart, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, and if you’ll let me show you, I guarantee you’ll never be lonely again,” I whispered.

“You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Just give me the chance to prove it, you’ll see,” I said.

I could see the doubt in her face disappear.

She lay her head back on my chest and let out a happy sigh before asking,

“How many times a day can you prove it?”

“As many times as you want,” I chuckled reaching down and cupping one of her breasts.

“You know that things will never be the same as they used to be,” she told me softly.

“No, no they won’t. They’ll be better from now on, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid.”

“You know, I was thinking I’d like to eat something new for lunch today. Something I’ve never had before,” she purred, as her fingers lightly trailed over my expanding Uncut Hindu Cock.

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The game played, in our own way

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

She had turned on the television and the blue glow glistened off the wetness of her hairless Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

It was obvious to me that she’d started without me.

She was so engrossed with her chore that she didn’t hear me drop my pants and free my raging Hindu tube of flesh.

She became acutely aware of it when I crept up behind her and jammed it all the way into her soaked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaah!OH FUCK!” she squealed as my Uncut Hindu Cock slid roughly up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and my Hindu pelvis rammed into her bony Musalmān butt.

“A little warning next time, eh Hindu stud,” she snickered as she began to push back against my frenzied Hindu thrust.

My balls battered her Musalmān clit on each forward thrust, my hands holding her hips tightly as I pumped her viciously from behind muttering,

“OH, AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID, OH, AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID, OH. AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID.”

“Oooogh, a little role-playing. Try kinky, but I’ll play along,” Al Shafaq Al Åbbās giggled.

“Who’s your Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, who’s your Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” she chanted each time her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and my Hindu pelvis collided.

Each time she chanted, ‘Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’, my Uncut Hindu Cock would twitch and I’d try to go faster and deeper.

The sloppy sounds of my Hindu balls bouncing off her wet Musalmān clit rang in my ears as the vision of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s solid Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass danced in my head.

I was pile driving into her so hard that she collapsed on the bed face first, where the bunched up covers muffled her screams of pleasure.

Crawling up and over her, I continued to feed all eight inches of my rigid Uncut Hindu Cock into her drenched Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole until I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cunt clamp down and begin to contract.

“OHHH, AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLIDDDDDD!!!” I wailed.

I unleashed the biggest flood of hot, sticky Hindu spunk into her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt that I’d ever shot at any one time.

As I rolled off her back, my deflating Hindu penis making a wet plopping noise as it popped out of her Musalmān hole, I caught something out of the corner of my eye in the hallway.

A ghostly white figure moved out of my sight so fast that I wasn’t even sure I’d seen it in the first place.

The sound of shuffling feet I was sure about though.

Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s usual peck on the lips was followed by a dressing down.

“Listen Hindu stud, I’m all for role-playing, but next time let’s pick something a little less creepy. Okay?”

With that, she was gone and I was left wondering if I had seen and heard what I thought I had.

I waited until I heard the front door close, then climbed out of bed and padded naked to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s bedroom door.

I don’t know what I expected to see.

I could just make out the lump of her body under the blankets and her terry-cloth robe lying on the floor next to the bed.

“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you still awake?” I asked quietly.

There was no reply.

I stared into the darkened room trying to make out more detail, but gave up and went back to my room.

My dreams were filled with images of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid watching me in her mirror as her hands barely covered the lush ripeness of her breasts.

A warm sweet smile played on her ruby-red lips.

The next morning, I found Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid at the dining table sipping her coffee.

I felt her eyes follow me as I fixed myself a cup, but when I turned around, she was looking out the kitchen window.

I gazed out it myself and saw the dark clouds growing thicker and more menacing.

Sometime today, we were going to be in for one hell of a storm I told myself.

Thank Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, it was my day off.

I joined Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid at the table, the crotch of my boxers sticking to my sweaty balls.

“How’d you sleep last night,” I asked breaking the stillness of the morning.

“Like a rock. I think I drank too much wine. I practically passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow,” she answered looking down into her cup.

“Al Shafaq Al Åbbās and I didn’t disturb you? Did we?”

“Not at all,” she kinda whispered, still gazing into her coffee cup.

Even with her head pointing down, I was able to see the faint hint of color blush her cheeks.

“I don’t think your little friend likes me very much,” she said lifting her head up and gazing over at me.

“Don’t worry about her, she was just jealous,” I laughed.

“Jealous? Of what?”

“She didn’t know you were my Bhābhījān, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. She probably thought I’d picked you up and we were planning to…you know,” I couldn’t stop giggling.

“No, I don’t,” she replied, sounding genuinely unsure as to what I was saying.

“You know. The horizontal mamba…the beast with two backs…” I still could not feel my face flushing as I watched her beautiful Musalmān eyes grow wide with understanding.

“Oh. Oooohhhh!” the color on her cheeks rose another shade.

Laughing I said,

“Now you understand why she acted like she didn’t like you?”

“Yeah, I get it. But for the life of me, I don’t know why she’d think that. She could clearly see that I’m old enough to be more mature and sophisticated than she thought I am,” she said stone-faced.

Our laughter lasted a while.

“Nothing wrong with a mature Musalmān woman, especially a hot mature Musalmān woman,” I told her bravely keeping a straight face.

“So you like older Musalmān women,” she asked in a tiny voice, her eyes looking deep into mine.

“Woman. One very hot Musalmān woman,” I said reaching over and taking her hand loosely in mine.

“Oh my,” she said pulling her hand from mine as she stood.

I watched her cheeks sway as she walked over to the counter near the coffee pot.

When she turned around and leaned against the counter, I noticed how loose the top folds of her robe was.

I could clearly see the top swell of her breasts and a small portion of the valley that lay between them.

“You think I’m hot,” she asked, studying me with her eyes as she steadied the cup in both hands and brought it up to her lips.

“Smokin hot, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I cooed, not disappointed by the way she held the cup in front of her, blocked my view of her chest.

“Oh pooh, you’re just like your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, always the sweet talker,” she giggled, her eyes full of humor.

“Be that as it may, it doesn’t change the fact that I have the hottest Musalmān woman, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, on the block. Always have,” I countered, getting up and going to get another cup.

She almost made me drop my cup when she sat hers down then turned and wrapped her arms around my middle, hugging herself to my side.

I could feel the softness of her beautiful erect proud Musalmān boobs trapping my lower bicep between them.

“I know you’re just saying that to make an old woman feel good, but thank you anyway,” she said, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I blurted without thinking, “if you weren’t Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I would have been on you like white on rice last night.”

“Oh my,” she said again, then picked up her cup and scurried off to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I felt like a complete jerk when I realized how uncomfortable I must have made her.

I sat back down at the table to drink my coffee, and also to let the swelling in my boxers go down.

Halfway through the cup I made myself get up and go apologize to her for being such a bad friend.

I knocked on her door, opening it only after she told me to come in.

She was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair, her eyes watching me in the glass.

“I’m sorry, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I shouldn’t have said that,” I said apologetically.

“Did you mean it…the part where if I wasn’t your Bhābhījān, your maraħūm friend’s wife, you’d of been on me like white on rice,” she asked, her voice neutral.

“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I…” I left my sentence incomplete deliberately.

“Tell me the truth, Durgesh. Would you have?”

Standing up straight, I resolved to tell her the truth.

“Yes, yes I would have.”

“Well then I forgive you,” she said, her reflection smiling brightly at me.

“Then you’re not mad at me?”

“Quite the contrary. I’m rather flattered that a Hindu stud, such as yourself, would find me appealing enough to want to, how does it go? Oh yeah…jump my bones.” Her use of the word ‘Hindu stud’ brought a brief memory of me pounding Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s Musalmān pussy from behind.

“AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID!” I cried, shocked to hear her speak this way.

“Oh relax, Durgesh,” she lightly laughed, came over and wrapped me in her arms. “I couldn’t get mad at you for telling me that I’m still a desirable beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman to even the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”

My love for her overflowed and I crushed her to my chest, messing up her freshly brushed hair as I ran my hand through it.

“You’re suffocating me, sweetheart,” she mumbled against my chest before pushing herself away. “Now, what should we do today?”

“Anything you want to, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I answered fighting back tears of joy.

“With the way the weathers shaping up to be, how about we just lay around on the couch in our pajamas and watch movies. You do own a pair of pajamas,” she inquired after letting her eyes dart down to the slight tent in my boxers.

It made me proud of myself that she kept watching my tent with an obvious appreciation for it.

“Sounds good to me, and yes, I think I have a pair somewhere in my room. They’re probably pretty worn out though.”

“As long as they’re comfortable, who cares? It’s just the two of us,” she replied patting my chest with one hand signaling the end to our conversation.

I found a pair of pajama bottoms wadded up in the bottom drawer of my dresser.

Upon examination, I noticed the buttonholes that held the fly closed were really worn out.

I told myself that I’d have to be careful or my dingus would probably fall through the opening if I moved the wrong way.

I could have just put on some sweats, but the soft worn flannel of the bottoms was too hard to resist.

I went to the bathroom for a shower and saw that Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s door was shut.

I wondered if she was going to wear her robe since I’d never seen her in pajamas of any kind.

The shower felt great, and as a precaution, I rubbed one out to make sure that my hormones didn’t start acting up anytime soon.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s door was still closed when I emerged dressed in a black t-shirt and the flannel bottoms.

I went into the front room, turned on the TV and pawed through my collection of DVD’s hoping I had something she would like.

Unless Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had become interested in action flicks, I could only find two that she might like, Sleepless in Seattle and You’ve Got Mail.

I put the last one in the player and waited for her to join me.

My couch had built-in recliners on both ends, which makes it impossible to place a coffee table in front of it.

Something I never worried about since I didn’t have one anyway.

I do have little tables on each end for drinks and such however.

I sat on the left hand side, put the TV and DVD player remotes in the middle of the couch, and kicked the recliner back.

I had been sitting there almost twenty minutes before I heard Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s fluffy slippers, coming toward me.

I craned my neck around and watched as she rounded the couch.

She was wearing a soft pink slip with a fairly low cut neck that didn’t quite reach her knees.

Two thin straps held it up, and by the way, I saw her breasts jiggling.

I knew she didn’t have on a bra.

I didn’t know if she was aware of it, but another thing I noticed right away was I could see the faint brown of her areolas through the silky fabric.

When she sat down the slip hiked up exposing a generous portion of her beautiful Musalmān thighs.

I just sat there admiring her legs before she brought me back to earth by asking what we were going to watch.

“I like those movies,” she said happily, crossing one leg over the other and kicking her recliner back like mine.

“Before we start, can I ask you something, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“Sure,” she replied.

Bringing my eyes back down to her legs, I asked,

“How have you kept your legs looking so good?”

“These old things,” she said, lifting the leg closest to me in the air and running both her hands along the calf muscle.

My eyes were glued to the inside whiteness of her other leg’s thigh.

“After your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, died, I started going to the gym to fill my day. I went every day up until the day I moved here with you,” I could hear the pride in her voice as we both admired her shapely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.

I could also hear the loneliness in her voice when she’d mentioned Åbdul Raħmān.

“The gym did you good, you have gorgeous Musalmān legs,” I softly said.

“There you go again, you sweet talker. Stop ogling your Bhābhījān’s Musalmān legs and start the movie,” she giggled, placing her leg back over the other one.

Halfway through the first movie the rain came.

At first, it was just a light shower that fizzled out after fifteen minutes.

We took that time to grab a couple of sodas from the fridge.

I sat back in my seat and when Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid placed hers on the table next to me, I gave her an inquiring look.

“I’m getting a little chilly. Do you mind if I grab a blanket and stretch out with my head on you,” she asked.

What she was asking immediately registered in my brain.

She was leaning over with her hand still on her drink, the neck of her slip drooping down in front of her.

The view I had went past the beautiful valley of her still erect Musalmān tits all the way down to the sweet swell of her mature soft Musalmān belly.

I caught a brief glimpse of her curly brown pubic hair below her tummy, before she straightened up and asked me again.

“Yeah, uh, sure,” I said.

I put the remotes on my end table and waited.

I had to recline my seat all the way back when Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid returned from the bedroom with a small throw blanket.

If I hadn’t she would have had to put her head in my lap instead of on my stomach, an idea I wasn’t keen on since my Hindu boner hadn’t gone down yet.

She lay on her side with her legs curled up, her head on my upper abdomen with one arm tucked under her and the other she hugged to her chest.

I managed to throw the blanket over her and we settled down to finish the movie.

Occasionally she would reach over me for her drink and mash her bottom-side breast into my ribcage.

My boner remained defiant, refusing to deflate no matter how hard I willed it to.

As long as we were lying there, it wasn’t a problem.

But when the first movie ended, I was relieved when Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid got up and put in the other one.

This time when she lay back down, she rested her hand in the middle of my thigh.

Just as the warmth of her hand seeped through to my skin the heavens opened up and rain came pouring down in buckets.

I don’t know about anyone else, but the sound of rain battering against the roof puts Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid in lalaland.

I heard tiny snores coming from her right before my eyes grew too heavy to keep open.

Visions of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s erect Musalmān tits played out in an endless loop in my head as the rain pounded the roof of the old house.

Thunder roared in the distance but failed to wake me from the pleasant sleep I was experiencing.

Even the feel of something warm and soft wrapped around the shaft of my Uncut Hindu Cock failed to disturb my slumber.

The sound of Al Shafaq Al Åbbās shrieking did wake me.*

My eyes snapped open and I saw her standing in front of the couch screaming at me.

Her hair was plastered to her head and she looked pissed.

Water rolled off her onto the floor and I wasn’t sure, if her trembling was from rage, or if it was because she was soaked to the bone.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s head shot up off my stomach just high enough for me to notice that my Uncut Hindu Cock had slipped through the fly of my flannel bottoms.

That wasn’t the thing that shocked me however.

The fact that my cock was so hard that pre-cum was dripping from the head, and that Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s fingers were wrapped around my pulsing Hindu shaft did.

“You fucking Hindu scoundrel! First, you make me play that disgusting role-playing game last night, and now, I see it looks like you really are fucking your Bhābhījān, your maraħūm Musalmān friend, Åbdul Raħmān’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid! That’s just sick, you fucking Hindu monster,” Al Shafaq Al Åbbās rambled on.

All I heard was,

“Blah, blah, blah.”

My mind was only registering the warm sensation of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s delicate beautiful Musalmān hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid must have been in shock too, because she didn’t move a muscle as Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s tirade continued.

“After all the loving I’ve given you, you go and throw it all away by humping your own Musalmān Bhābhījān! You are so crazy to fuck any extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady if she only offers herself to you even once. That’s how you fuck all of us beautiful Musalmān houseladies and have become the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Well buster, you’re not poking this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy anymore. I can’t believe myself how crazy I myself was until now to have sex with you that I even cheated my otherwise quite gentleman Musalmān husband.” she spat, throwing the key to the house onto the floor and storming off.

The last thing I heard her say before the front door slammed shut was,

“You two are freaks!”

I smiled and remembered my love sessions with Al Shafaq Al Åbbās.*

Moonlight filtered in through the open curtains making it just light enough for me to watch as Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s young beautiful Musalmān lips moved agonizingly slow up and down on my tingling Uncut Hindu Cock shaft.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young pink Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue occasionally running circles around the bulbous Uncut Hindu Cock head.

I lay there with my hands behind my head and surrendered to her wild Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān oral manipulations.

She was good, so damn good.

But her over moral Musalmān husband never allowed her to do it.

He claimed it was a sin in Islam.

She knelt on the bed at my side without using her hands and slurped my Hindu tool in slow up and down strokes, the fingers of her left hand working her clit and cunt into a state of saturated readiness.

That was something I really liked about her.

Al Shafaq Al Åbbās would get sloppy wet before I even had a chance to touch her smooth shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān box.

Her Musalmān husband hated her for it, while I loved Al Shafaq Al Åbbās for the same.

Being rather endowed her wetness helped when it came time for her to sink onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Another thing I liked about her was the fact that no matter how many times we’ve fucked, she always insisted on being on top.

I didn’t mind, Al Shafaq Al Åbbās was as skinny as a beanpole with tits bigger than normal, and weighed maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet.

Being realistic, I knew that it appealed to me, and also to her need to dominate in everything she did.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth pulled off my Uncut Hindu Cock pole with a pop and she threw her leg over my hips.

Just as my Uncut Hindu Cock bottomed out in her deep cavern of sloppy Musalmān wetness I got the unmistakable feeling of being watched.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

I tilted my head to look around Al Shafaq Al Åbbās toward the foot of the bed, then out the open door into the blackness of the hallway.

I couldn’t see anything.

The light in the hallway was off.

Still, the sensation of being watched persisted.

“Hey infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Stud, you with me?”

Her question snapped my attention back to what was important.

The feel of wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt wrapped around my rigid Hindu rod.

Reaching up I pinched the light brown protuberances of her nipples and felt them get hard enough to cut glass.

That got Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s motor revved up.

In no time flat she was pounding herself down on all eight inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock and smacking my Hindu balls with her skinny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Her fingers clawed into the skin of my chest muscles painfully as her humping increased in tempo.

The squishy sounds of wet genitalia slapping together filled my bedroom and all thoughts of being watched fled as I felt the oncoming bliss of release.

Grunts of pure pleasure poured out of her lips as she feverously hammered down on me.

Faster and faster Al Shafaq Al Åbbās fucked me until suddenly, she sat straight up and squealed out her rapture as her gripping young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt milked my spurting Uncut Hindu Cock.

“OHHHHHH FUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!” she hollered and then collapsed onto my chest.

Al Shafaq Al Åbbās was a screamer.

I thought I heard the sound of shuffling feet but couldn’t be sure.

Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s loud panting masking out the sounds of the house.

After our breathing returned to normal, Al Shafaq Al Åbbās did what she always did after we fucked.

She pecked me on the lips, got dressed and left.

Not once had she ever stayed the night.

She didn’t want her husband to come looking for her.

Neither did I.

At a hundred and seventy pounds of lean muscle, I could hold my own.

But her husband was a bull of a man with one of the worst tempers I’d ever seen.

He was also my employee at the construction company I owned myself.

Was Al Shafaq Al Åbbās crazy?

Maybe.

Anyone who ever had as hot and wet of a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy as Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s would be crazy enough to chance his wrath too.

The sound of the front door latching behind her was the last thing I heard before sweet dreams beckoned me into their loving embrace.

However, I couldn’t help but say.

“She is too upset.”

My remark snapped Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid out of her trance, and when it dawned on her that she was clutching my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Chapter 3

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Posted: November 20, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Shafaq Al Åbbās, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

The game played, in our own way

Imām nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt .

Chapter 1

Early the morning I followed my nose down the hall towards the front of the house.

I noticed the bedroom across from the bathroom was empty, before entering the living room and continuing into the adjoining kitchen, dining room combination.

I stood in the doorway in my boxers and t-shirt letting the aroma of frying bacon and fresh coffee drift up my nostrils.

My heart filled with love as I watched the beautiful woman, her back to me, pull slices of toast out of the toaster and lather them with butter.

She was dressed in a whitish, threadbare terry-cloth robe that had long ago forgot that it used to be yellow.

The robe drooped at her shoulders but hugged the full firm roundness of her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass before descending down to the backs of her knees.

Two shapely toned calves stuck out from below the hem of the robe, her feet covered in fluffy pink house shoes.

The woman’s wavy shoulder length, grey streaked brown hair bounced slightly as she buttered the last piece of toast.

“Morning, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I said from the doorway as my black eyes took her in.

Startled she spun around, one hand holding the butter knife while the other one darted up and clutched the top half of her robe closed.

The greenish grey eyes fell on my face and her generous lips spread into a warm smile.

“Durgesh! Damn, you almost made me pee my pants. Don’t sneak up on me like that,” she croaked, the hand holding her robe loosening.

“Sorry, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. That sure smells good,” I chuckled as I walked over next to her and fixed myself a cup of coffee, the top of her head barely reaching my shoulders.

She protested a little when I told her to sit and I’d bring us both some, but she did it anyway.

I put the plate of bacon between us on the table to share.

Neither of us wanted eggs, so we dined on toast and crispy bacon and washed it down with coffee.

She wouldn’t have it when I tried to take her cup to refill it; instead, she took mine and filled both of them up.

On her way back to the table, the top half of her robe parted some giving me a view of the top swell of her full Musalmān breast.

Creamy white skin sprinkled with freckles jiggled as she walked.

At fifty-three years of age, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was still a striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman.

I didn’t chastise myself for the lewd thoughts that were bouncing around my head.

It was natural.

She was still extremely beautiful.

I sipped the hot coffee and thought back to how Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had come to be staying with me.

Almost a year ago to the day, Åbdul Raħmān, her husband, had suffered a massive heart attack and passed away.

It shook Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid to her very core.

We were all surprised since Åbdul Raħmān seemed to be in great shape for a man nearing his sixties.

The doctors had said it was a blocked artery that had caused it.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid tried to make a go at keeping the house, but the pitiful amount of life insurance Åbdul Raħmān had didn’t stretch very far.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had always been a housewife with no discernable jobs skills, which made it almost impossible for her to get a job that would cover the bills.

I offered to move the seven hundred miles back home and take care of her.

A month ago, I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse, especially now that the house was being foreclosed on; a fact that I hadn’t been aware of until it was too late.

If she came and stayed with me I wouldn’t even then get rid of my housekeeper, and she didn’t have to work for me in exchange for room and board and some spending cash too.

She offered to act as my housekeeper and I should get rid of the same.

I smiled and offered her to supervise on my housekeeper if she feels uncomfortable in living with me without doing anything in return for me.

She proposed she must be my employee as my house supervisor and would take a definite salary for it.

There should be a written legal agreement to such effect to ease her conscience that she isn’t taking any undue advantage of my generosity and humanity at all.

She couldn’t sacrifice her self-respect even for her survival.

I agreed to her terms, expressing gratefulness for not causing my existent housekeeper to lose her job.

She’d used the plane ticket I’d wired her the very next day, and now she was sitting in my kitchen enjoying a cup of joe and bacon.

I was pleased with myself even though her presence did put a damper on my love life, somewhat.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid held her cup in both hands with her elbows on the table as she sipped her coffee.

The top of her robe drooped open a ways and I could see parts of the round globes of her beautiful Musalmān tits pressed together provocatively.

The smattering of freckles made me want to ask if I could play connect the dots.

I kept my mouth shut, but felt a definite swelling in my boxers, as I stared at the white Musalmān creaminess.

I looked away just as her head lifted.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” she began hesitantly.

“What’s that, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“Do you always sleep with your door open?”

“Usually. Why, is my TV too loud at night? Because if it is, I’ll turn it down or off,” I said.

The memory of feeling as if I had been watched last night returned.

“Oh no, nothing like that. I was just wondering is all,” she replied dipping her eyes to take another sip.

“Well, if it’ll make you feel better I’ll close it from now on,” I told her, stealing another glance at her milky extremely beautiful Musalmān cleavage.

“Please don’t…I feel safer knowing you’re able to hear if I need you for something in the middle of the night.” Her eyes caught mine and held them.

“You having trouble sleeping, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I asked returning her steady gaze.

“Sometimes I wake up and can’t remember where I am. Just a foolish old woman scared of the dark,” she chuckled.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to being here. By the way, you’re neither foolish nor old,” I told her, giving her my best Hindu smile.

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat.

Vr’shā yūthév vansagah kr’shŧīriyartyojasā. Eīshāno apratishkutah.

Beaming, she rose and came around to my side of the dining table.

She bent down and hugged me before tousling my still black hair and taking our cups for a refill.

My eyes followed her, greedily taking in the gentle swaying of her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks as she walked away.

I also brazenly watched her walk back, the subtle bouncing of her chest making me wonder if she was wearing a bra.

I got the answer when she leaned over and placed my cup on the table.

The robe parted enough for me to see the beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān valley between her breasts; there was no sign of a bra.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she knew what I was looking at but she didn’t say anything.

She gave me a kiss on my forehead and went back to her seat.

What was she pretending?

We were best friends?

A thoroughly platonic relationship?

Well, it was not.

I could read her activities myself.

I wasn’t born yesterday.

I knew she loved me even while her husband was alive.

I called her, Bhābhījān’ then, but the throwing of my words were as if I was calling her, ‘Mérī Jān’ instead.

Åbdul Raħmān used to slap on my back,

“Hindu scoundrel, seducing my wife even? Even before my eyes?”

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid laughed teasing her husband.

“My ever-proud-of-me husband, it’s entirely the other way around, you idiot.”

Åbdul Raħmān laughed.

“You mean you are seducing Durgesh? Durgesh isn’t seducing you? I can’t believe it ever. You are teasing me.”

“I can’t help it if you can’t believe even the truth.” Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid used to say boldly winking at me.

“Stop it.” Åbdul Raħmān used to laugh, “Durgesh is hardening. He is really believing what you fake.”

“I thank Durgesh for appreciating my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty, if he really reacting as you say.”*

The hint of jasmine lingered in the air around my head as the hint of an oncoming erection swelled in my shorts.

“So, tell me, Durgesh,” she began, holding the cup with both hands and giving me another view of her still ever erect Musalmān boobs being squeezed together. “That Musalmān girl that was here last night, are the two of you serious?”

“Al Shafaq Al Åbbās? No, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, we’re just friends,” I said.

“Well, judging by the sounds I heard, you two must be real good friends.” Her eyes twinkled and I could see she was having trouble suppressing a smile.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I’m sorry. Al Shafaq Al Åbbās, umm, gets a little vocal sometimes,” I smiled cunningly; even the heat wasn’t rising to my cheeks.

“Don’t be sorry, there’s nothing wrong with persons, expressing themselves. Why, if your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, hadn’t clamped his hand over my mouth on occasion…” her voice trailed off and sadness filled her eyes.

Getting up and going over to her, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and asked,

“You miss him, don’t you, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

Turning in her chair, she wrapped her arms around my waist, lowered her head against my stomach and sobbed out,

“Very much so. I get so lonely sometimes without him.”

“You’re not alone anymore, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. You have me now,” I told her softly.

She let out a funny laugh before saying,

“Uh, my dear, I didn’t mean I felt alone. I meant that I get lonely sometimes.”

I really did see the difference.

“How about I take you out to dinner tonight,” I asked stroking her hair.

“My dear, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine, really,” she replied her voice muffled since her mouth was pressed against me.

“I want to, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. I think it’d do us both good to get out for a change. It’s Friday, I don’t have to work tomorrow so we can stay up as late as we want. What do you say?”

“If you really want to, then okay,” she whispered against my stomach.

I said it was a date, kissed her on the top of the head and went to get ready for work.

Once dressed I went back out into the front room where Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was waiting, holding the sack lunch she had made me.

After giving me a tighter than usual hug she stood on tiptoes and gave me a soft peck on the lips before sending me on my way, an obvious Hindu bulge in my britches.

From the time I’d seen her, I had found Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid alluring.

I don’t know why; it wasn’t as if she had run around the house naked or anything.

Hell, I’ve never even seen her undressed.

No accidental nip slips, up skirts or any of the things fantasies are made of.

When I fucked anyone after seeing Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I could only visualize her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.

I had stood in the shower on many occasions seeing her face before me as I mauled my growing Hindu penis.

As it grew older her image had been replaced by the real thing, but it always lingered in the back of my mind.

I often thought that no girl could live up to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s standard.

Even now, with her being as old as she was, I still got aroused by being near her.

Call it what you will, I can’t explain it.
On Fridays, we worked a little later than the rest of the week.

All the tools and equipment had to be put away for the weekend.

I walked in the front door shortly after six pm to find Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid sitting on the couch skimming through a magazine.

The 50-inch TV was tuned to the local news but the volume was so low that it couldn’t be heard.

She turned her head in my direction and smiled hugely as she stood to show off her outfit for our dinner date.

The vision in front of me took my breath away.

Her hair was swept back in a French braid, she wore tiny ruby-red earrings that matched the shade of her lipstick and a delicate strand of pearls hung around her neck.

What really caught my attention was the way the knee high black dress clung to the contours of her still young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, accentuating her slim waist and full hips.

The modest plunge of the neckline was just enough to show off the top swell of her creamy breast to perfection.

On her feet, she wore low-heeled black pumps that pushed the muscles of her calves up, giving her bare legs and covered heavy Musalmān buttocks just the right touch of firmness.

Before me stood the most erotic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman, I’d ever seen, and all I could do was stand there and stare. Nothing else.

Damn it.

“Well silly, tell me what you think,” she giggled at the look on my face.

“You…you…look absolutely beautiful, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I finally managed to say.

I saw her eyes dart to the front of my straining jeans then back up, before she said,

“Thank you, now come and help zip me up the rest of the way.”

She turned her back to me and I could see that she’d only managed to zip the dress up to not quite the middle of her back.

Stepping around the couch, I came up behind her and grasped the tiny zipper in my hand.

I watched in fascination as the two halves of the dress came together and hid the black bra under it.

The back of the dress was high, and I noticed that the zipper started where the beginning swell of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s beautiful heavy Musalmān ass was.

By the time I had it completely zipped the front of my jeans were straining a lot harder.

I excused myself and took off for the shower.

Dressed in the suit, a navy-blue pinstripe, and a crisp white shirt, I went into the front room with the maroon tie dangling around my neck.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid took one look at me and whistled before coming up to me and knotting my tie.

The sweet smell of jasmine floated off her and into my nostrils for the second time that day.

“Your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, could never get this right either,” she chuckled, patting my cheek softly after fixing the tie.

I caught a glimpse of mist in her eyes before she turned away.

“So, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you ready to go turn heads,” I gushed with pride.

“Aren’t you calling me by name? Why yes Durgesh, I am, although I doubt if I’ll turn too many heads,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What are you talking about? I’ll probably have to fight off a legion of smitten fellas,” I chuckled taking her hand in mine.

“Oh Durgesh, if that were only true. In case you haven’t noticed, your Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s no spring chicken anymore,” she made a clucking sound to emphasize her point.

“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you’re the sexiest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman on the planet and don’t ever think otherwise,” I barked; her hand tightened on mine as we walked to my car.

We had dinner at Armando’s Fine Italian Foods, a restaurant with an attached lounge to it.

The pasta was great, and by the time, we finished eating she had almost killed off a bottle of red wine that I’d ordered for her.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid drank the entire of it, since ‘I was driving’.

Soft music coming from the lounge drew our attention.

She was having too good of a time for me to let it end too soon, so I suggested we go to the lounge to relax.

A suggestion she apparently liked.

She ordered a couple more glasses of wine then settled back to enjoy the music.

Halfway through the glass, a particularly slow song came on and Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid asked if I would dance with her.

I led her to the small platform the place called a dance floor and swelled with love as she glided into my arms.

With her arms around my back, her hands up on my shoulders, she let her head rest on my chest.

We went around in slow circles, my hands softly stroking up and down her spine as several of the male patrons shot envious glances our way.

Once, my hand slid down a little further than I’d planned.

I felt the swell of her backside before I could jerk my hand back up.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid snickered and moved in closer to me.

I was pretty sure that she felt the characteristic Hindu bulge in my pants, but she didn’t say anything.

We stayed another hour.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid drank some more wine, and danced one more time before Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid wanted to go home.

My euphoria burst like a collapsing dam when we entered the house and found Al Shafaq Al Åbbās sitting on the couch surfing through the TV channels.

I’d forgotten that I’d given her a key so she could come over late at night and not have to knock to get in.

A look of pure contempt on her face gave way to a small smile after I introduced Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid to her.

She told Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid what a pleasure it was to meet her, and she told me that she’d see me in the bedroom.

With a bold look of ‘embarrassment’, I said to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, “I’ll shut the door.”

“Please don’t. I’ll probably be out before you two even get started,” she smiled widely at me.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. Oh, before you go to bed I do need your help with something,” she said softly.

“Okay. What do you need, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“I need your help in getting out of this dress,” she said pointing toward her back.

“Right, the zipper. I forgot,” I said following her to her bedroom.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid flipped on the light and walked over in front of a dresser with a large mirror.

I stepped up behind her and felt my fingers start to shake as I lowered the zipper.

I had only intended to pull it down low enough for her to finish the job, but the lower it went the more intrigued I became.

First, the strap and hooks of the black bra appeared and I continued to pull the zipper lower.

When I’d pulled it down to just below her waist, I could see the waistband of her panties.

A little lower and I could tell that they were made of a sheer black fabric. By the time I had the zipper all the way down, I could see most of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass crack through the sheer material.

“That’s good my dear, thanks, I had a wonderful time. Goodnight,” she whispered keeping her back to me.

“’Night, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I croaked, tearing my eyes off her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and heading for the door.

For some reason, when I reached the hallway I turned around and stood there watching Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid undress.

She reached up, and pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it glide down her legs where it bunched up around her ankles.

All of her panty-covered Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was revealed to my leering Hindu male eyes.

As she bent over to step out of the dress, I noticed the panties had a solid black strip of material that completely covered her Musalmān crotch.

I also noticed that her Musalmān thighs were toned, smooth and muscular, much more than of the women of her age usually were.

When she straightened up, she reached both hands behind her back and undid the hooks of her bra.

With a shrug of her shoulders, the bra fell to the floor.

Her reflection in the mirror stared at me as I tried to see her breasts in the glass.

All I got was a brief glimpse of quarter-sized brown areolas before Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s hands came up and cupped her tits.

I wasn’t sure, but I thought I saw that her nipples were stiff and aroused.

I stared at Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s face in the mirror as she stared back before she slowly turned to face me, her hands hiding her breast from view. She walked over and kissed me lightly on the lips.

“Goodnight, Durgesh, sweet dreams,” she purred, then turned and went back to stand in front of the dresser leaving the door wide open.

My jacket, shirt, tie and shoes were scattered in the hall by the time I reached the threshold of my bedroom.

On the bed in front of me, Al Shafaq Al Åbbās was kneeling with her Musalmān ass at the edge of it, trying to pull back the covers.

Chapter 2

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

It’s better now, in this way

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It’s better now, in this way

Tonight, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was going to seduce Durgesh, the ever infamous yet ever utmost successful Muslimātramañ.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t believe how wrong that still sounded.

The idea first occurred to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb the last time I visited her mansion.

I spent most of her time in fucking extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies and businesswomen, but I still took the time to visit Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb on the big holidays, and other breaks.

Fortunately, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb lived fairly close to a nice beach–and by close, it meant only a thirty minute drive–giving us something to do when neither of us has a better idea.

Together, along with hundreds of other like-minded individuals, we spent several lazy afternoons sunbathing under the blazing Californian sun.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still possessed the best body, even while a combination of laziness and willful ignorance led to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb putting on a few pounds, compared to how fit Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb used to be when Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still had plenty of time and energy to exercise regularly.

Of course, back then Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was financially supported by her husband.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still considered herself beach worthy, though, and had no problems showing up in a string bikini.

Basking in the sweet summer heat was the first time Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed how great Durgesh looked, despite his sixty-six years old age.

Every beautiful woman claimed he was thirty six only.

Durgesh never looked more than twenty eight even.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever Durgesh obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade claimed Durgesh was even less than twenty eight.

Nonsense.

I was shirtless–wearing just swim shorts–lying next to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got a great view of her hairless body.

I took after her father in that aspect.

A roughly diamond shaped patch of hair, with a happy trail leading down her stomach.

Before that, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had never thought of me as sexually attractive.

I was always just her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of his entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sisters, but seeing the similarity to her dad piqued her curiosity.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wondered if other parts of mine were similar too.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb looked down and noticed the slight bulge in her trunks, but it was impossible to tell much from that.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt herself get excited, and felt very ashamed of her that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was having sexual thoughts about Durgesh, the infinite Muslimātramañ.

Most of the Musalmīn, the others called them Pseudo Musalmīn however, claimed Durgesh was interested in having sex with Musalmān Beauties only to humiliate Musalmīn.

Even the Musalmān friends of Durgesh resented it.

They claimed Durgesh never seduced any Musalmān houselady of any Musalmān that wasn’t a terrorist/criminal/criminal minded.

If the Musalmān houseladies are themselves crazy to have sex with Durgesh, we can’t expect Durgesh to behave as an impotent.

The next day, we went back to the beach–one last time, before I went back to her services–and just like the day before, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked me to lotion up her back.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never made anything sexy out of it before, it was just routine.

Only this time when her hands touched her skin, goosebumps rose all over her skin, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her nipples harden.

When I was rubbing in the cream, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb imagined the same hands caressing every inch of her still amazingly young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, squeezing her tits and working their way down between her legs.

It took Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb a while to process those emotions.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew it was wrong–on an intellectual level–but it was really hard to ignore your own physical needs.

And Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew since that day at the beach, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted Durgesh the ever infamous Muslimātramañ.

The only problem was, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had no idea if I felt the same way about Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, which was a pretty big stumbling block.

If we weren’t related, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could just go up to Durgesh and ask me if I wanted to go out sometime, and if I didn’t want to, it was no big deal.

We’d just live our separate lives.

But our lives weren’t separate, and if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb came onto me, it could lead to disaster.

So, her plan was to find out if I was interested, and if I was–admittedly, a very big “if”–go from there.

That was easier said than done.

Tonight was Thanksgiving, and I was due to arrive any moment now.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spent all day yesterday cleaning the small one bedroom apartment Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb now called home.

Living in a big house had been nice, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really didn’t miss the amount of work it took to keep a big place like that clean–not that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could afford it if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was paying for other necessities more, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t afford a much bigger place even if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to.

The only downside was not having a guest room, but even Durgesh never objected sleeping on the couch.

The hardest part had been picking out clothes to wear.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted something Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could show off her body in, but nothing too obvious.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ended up choosing a black satin push up bra, along with matching thong panties Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got from Victoria’s Secret.

If things don’t go as well as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped they do, they could still be explained as regular underwear.

They weren’t as scandalous as some of the sheer see through ones, that would leave no doubt about her intentions.

If things did go well though, they were just sexy enough.

Just sliding the panties up her legs, knowing full well what her plans were, was enough to get her juices going.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had to stop and bring herself to a shuddering orgasm before Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was able to finish getting dressed, or risk ruining her underwear already.

The ensemble was completed by a nice coffee toned skirt, and a very form fitting white blouse.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to look good, but not overdo it.

It would be weird if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dolled herself up just for me, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went light on the makeup, and just cemented that natural look guys seem to love.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just went barefoot in her apartment, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb decided against putting on socks or heels.

Let Durgesh admire her legs and feet, if he wanted to.

Looking at herself in the mirror now, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was satisfied. Not too formal or dressed up, but distinct enough to make an impression. Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb left her hair alone; it looked good the way it naturally draped over her shoulders.

The eight pound turkey was already in the oven, along with the stuffing. All the food Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb prepared–mostly store bought and canned, unfortunately–was definitely too much to eat for just the two of us, but it meant Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wouldn’t had to do any cooking in the foreseeable future, which suited her just fine.

For a special feast like Thanksgiving, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would normally had cooked everything herself, but the last couples of days she’d been way too occupied with other–lustier–thoughts, to exert the effort required.

As Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was checking on the turkey, which would be done soon and already started turning into a beautiful golden brown, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was reminded of a conversation Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had with her best friend, Åāýeshah, a few weeks earlier.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb told her over drinks that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really needed to get laid, and planned to seduce a hot Hindu stud. Of course, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb left out the part where that Hindu stud would be Durgesh himself.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and Åāýeshah were very good friends, but how do you tell someone you plan to fuck a Hindu Muslimātramañ?

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked her for advice on how to seduce someone thirty plus years your senior, if there was any chance he’d be interested in a younger woman, but Åāýeshah just laughed.

“Please! All you need to do is flash your beautiful Musalmān tits at them, and they’ll come running willingly.”

Åāýeshah was open and forward that way, something Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was jealous of at the moment.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was sure if she were in the same position, she’d just open the door stark naked, and expect Durgesh to fall from his arrogant Hindu male grace, advising to service her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just couldn’t picture herself doing something that brazen.

She did had a point though.

Durgesh is supposed to notice her body, and her current getup didn’t really show off anything.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went back to the bathroom, and took her shirt off. The bra had to go, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took it off.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed a loose tank top and a red pastel blazer. One look in the mirror confirmed that going bra-less was definitely the way to go.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward, as if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was pretending to serve something on the dinner table, and the tank top was loose enough to get a pretty good shot of her beautiful Musalmān cleavage.

If Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward enough, Durgesh could definitely see all the way down.

That will give Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb some room to play with, depending on the mood.

At the thought of Durgesh ogling her tits, her nipples hardened.

They were clearly visible through the fabric, which they hadn’t with the bra.

Another point for bra-less.

Her skirt didn’t match the new outfit, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb put on a pair of snug dark jeans.

To top it off, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dug a silver chain necklace out of her jewelry box, set with a small ruby pendant.

It hung directly between her breasts.

It will definitely draw Durgesh’s attention.

It was not a real ruby, of course–or real silver, for that matter–not that it mattered much.

The purpose here was to flaunt something else, something definitely authentic.

All that was left now was a splash of perfume, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was finished.

The oven beeped from the kitchen, signaling that the turkey is ready.

It looked absolutely delicious.

If anything was going to happen tonight, it will be consensual.

Between two adults.

Two grown up people who were capable of making their own choices in life.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb started setting the table, popped the gravy into the microwave for a short bit, and set her plate opposite her on the long edge. That way Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would have an excuse to reach over the table and give me an eyeful of her rich lustrous cleavage.

While Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was still carrying stuff out of the kitchen, the doorbell rang, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never got this nervous except for first dates, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb guessed this was a first of sorts.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took two very deep breaths, and opened the door.

I was standing there, looking handsome.

“Hey, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” I said, with a smile on her face.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took a step forward, and embraced me in a hug, sliding her arms around her chest.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her warmth against her body, and her heart skipped a beat.

Her nipples, which were definitely hard again, dug into her chest.

There was no way I wouldn’t feel them, pressing into me.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her hand on her back, and goosebumps rose on her arm.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb smiled inwardly, and let go.

“Gee, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb. Miss me much?”

“It is always nice when you visit. You know that. Come in, food’s ready.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t had to repeat herself.

I stepped in.

“Mmm, that smells wonderful.”

We sat down.

Everything was going good, so far, except for the fluttering in her stomach.

“Tell me how’s it going in your business, Hindu Nandoī jī?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood up, and grabbed a large carving knife and fork.

With every cut of the knife, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel the pendant between her breasts jostled around.

“It is going pretty good, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”

The pendant seemed to be working.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed I kept sneaking glances at her rich bosom when I thought Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was not paying attention.

I was obviously enjoying the sight, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was going to up the ante a bit.

See what he makes of this.

“You want some breast?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked, feigning innocence, and hold up a piece of turkey Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just carved.

“Sure!” I held out her plate, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb loaded the piece on. Damn, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could had reached all the way over to her plate and given me two additional pieces of breast.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t believe what a rush this is, both scary and exciting.

“Thanks,” I said, and began piling on side dishes.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb poured some red wine into her glass, and handed me one filled with juice, then filled her own plate, finishing with a nice splash of gravy.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb!”

“And the same to you,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reply. “You know, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb is really glad you’re here.”

“Aw, thanks Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb. You know Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I love being here.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t think I knew–yet–just how glad Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really was.

“And you’re always welcome! So, tell me more about your new adventures in protecting us beautiful Musalmān houseladies from our own ever unjust Pseudo Musalmīn mankind.”

He did, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb listened.

For a while, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb almost forgot about her intentions, until we both finished our plates.

Every once in a while, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb caught me sneaking glances at her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cleavage.

Her nipples were still hard and clearly poking through the fabric.

“Seconds?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ask me.

“Yeah,” I replied.

Before he could hold up her plate, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood up, and–sticking a piece of turkey on the fork– reached all the way over to her end of the table.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had seen the effect this had on her tank top earlier in the mirror, and knew that right at this very moment,

I could very clearly see her beautiful tits, diamond hard nipples and all. This is it,

Let’s see if he bites.

“Thanks,” I smiled.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb sat back down, smiling.

The sight clearly had some effect on me.

“No problem, there’s plenty more where that came from,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb said, teasing me with the double entendre.

This was starting to be really fun, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt a dampness forming below.

“Could you pass me the gravy?” I requested.

There wasn’t any damn nervousness in her voice, as she had thought.

Well, wasn’t Durgesh Anant Sr’shŧi Chod infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu?

It was normal for him.

Isn’t Durgesh fucking infinite extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies always in his infinite identical bodies?

Yes, his opponents claim they aren’t his infinite bodies actually.

They are infinite identical humanoid robots that are made to impersonate Durgesh everywhere.

Durgesh and HVSI has infinite money.

They can easily do it for security of Durgesh.

Both Durgesh and HVSI are ever indomitable.

Aren’t they?

Emboldened by her response, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed the gravy boat, and using one hand to brace herself on the table, leaned over again.

Instead of just placing down the boat near me, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb poured it on her plate herself.

“Just say when, honey.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took her time, pouring slowly; to make sure I received plenty of time to stare.

I was openly not paying attention at all to her plate anymore.

A small shiver ran through her body.

The plate was drowning in gravy now.

“Really? You planning on drinking this?”

I was instantly snapped out of her reverie.

“That was too much! Damn it.”

“Well, you didn’t say when.”

“Sorry, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was distracted.”

“By what?” Could he be so bold and admit I had ogled Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb’s tits?

“Uh, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I don’t know.” Smooth.

He’s clearly unsure whether Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was just accidentally giving me the show of a lifetime, or not.

I was probably as aware as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was of how disastrous a mistaken assumption could be.

For that matter, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was not really sure yet either.

It was one thing to appreciate someone’s boobs, and quite another to take it further.

Durgesh shifted around in her seat a bit, and rearranged her pants with one hand.

Did I actually had a boner?

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was astounded, that opened up a lot of possibilities.

“So, do you have a new girlfriend recently?”

“No, I’ve been too busy. Girls take up a lot of time. Besides, they were all just so… immature?”

Was I hinting at something?

“Really? And how old is your dream woman exactly?”

“Uh, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I can’t say,” I said, sounding very honest. “Just someone more, you know, experienced.”

“What, someone like me?” Hopefully that isn’t too forward.

“Um, yeah. I mean, uh, you know, someone LIKE you, but not, uh…” I was not squirming around nevertheless, and neither started to blush.

What a sight!

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb decided to let me off the hook, though.

There’s no reason to rush things.

“I know, don’t worry.”

I smiled, looking relieved.

We were both finished with eating at this point.

They could wait until tomorrow; I had better things to do.

“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was completely stuffed, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb thought the turkey’s making her sleepy.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed the bottle of wine–now half empty–and glasses, and move to the couch in the living room.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took off her blazer, and relaxed into the smooth and cool leather.

Durgesh sat down at the other end, and poured more wine for her.

“Dinner was great, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”

Without shifting in her seat, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reached forward and tried to grab the glass of wine standing on the coffee table, giving me another view of her beautiful bare Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb almost overdid it, and stopped shortly before her breasts spilled completely out of her top.

Although that idea had merits.

Now it was time to see whether or not all of this was in vain.

“Thanks. I’ve been up on her feet all day, getting ready.” Well, that was true enough.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just hadn’t spent the entire time on the food. “You won’t mind giving your old Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb a foot rub, would you?”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spun around, resting her head on the armrest, and without waiting for me to reply,

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb plopped both her feet into her lap.

Jackpot!

Her heel made contact with something long and hard.

This was definitely a good sign.

I was squirming around at the unexpected pressure on her Uncut Hindu Cock, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pretended as if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was trying to find a comfortable spot–surreptitiously rubbing her Hindu hard-on through the fabric several times.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb settled in, her one beautiful Musalmān foot still resting on her Uncut Hindu Cock.

I smiled triumphantly.

Naturally, I started rubbing the other foot with her hand, kneading the sole with expert fingers.

Time to tease me some more?

“Mmmm, that felts good, Durgesh, but can you be a little bit harder?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her Uncut Hindu Cock twitch a bit, and I held her breath. “It has been a long day, and her feet hurt.”

“Sure, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” I exhaled, and started kneading harder.

It actually did feel a lot better.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb closed her eyes.

“Tell me more about your new sexual adventures while you were protecting us beautiful Musalmān houseladies from our Pseudo Musalmīn mankind that doesn’t want us liberated ever, despite it’s Modern Democratic Årabia now, led by the ever greatest Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tåālā ånahā herself reincarnated,” She murmured.

I started talking about it, but the food combined with the wine took its toll on her, and while I was still rubbing her feet cunningly taking her palm upto her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and sometimes upto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy even, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dozed off.

I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt knowing very well that she wasn’t dozed off actually.

She was only pretending it.

Actually, she was enjoying it more than even I was.

That’s why she requested me to rub her feet.

She knew I would certainly take the advantage of it and enjoy as much sex with her as I could.

Her beautiful Musalmān lady friends had told her that so many times.

“If you want to enjoy sex with Durgesh, the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu, it’s enormously easy. Just take wine in his presence, act dozed off, request him to help you, and he would do everything the rest.”
“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb awakened to her gently shaking her shoulder.

“Wha…?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ask, blearily. “What time is it?”

“It is getting pretty late. Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I let you sleep for a bit, but now Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was getting tired too, and you’re sleeping in her bed.”

‘Shit.’ Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb thought, ‘That didn’t go exactly as planned. Not all is lost, though. Time for her backup plan.’

“Ok. I am gonna go take a quick shower, and I’ll bring you some cleaned sheets for the couch.”

Sleeping on leather sucked, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t want me to settle in, before Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb put on a show.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got up, and headed to the bathroom.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb purposefully left the door cracked open, just an inch.

If someone–in this case Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped it will be her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of her husband’s entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters–peeks in, they had a clear view of the side of the tub with the shower head through the large wall mounted mirror.

If I were actually going to do it, I would be waiting to hear the water.

Consequently, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb simply stripped off her clothes without a lot of pomp, and stepped into the tub.

The shower curtain wasn’t very see through.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just had to leave it open.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would have to pay attention and not make a mess on the floor.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turn on the water and let it run for a bit, waiting for it to heat up.

Once it was hot enough, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stepped under it, and let the water run over her smooth, naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān skin.

She made sure to stand facing the mirror.

While Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was lathering up her arms and shoulders, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed the door moving inward slightly.

Through the mirror, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could vaguely make out her face looking in through the crack.

The butterflies in her stomach returned.

This was much better than even just flashing me a brief glimpse of her extremely beautiful Musalmān tits.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was standing there, fully naked, and I herself was looking directly at her.

That was all the confirmation Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed.

Durgesh too was interested in her sexually.

It wasn’t Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb alone that was interested in me sexually.

It wasn’t a one-way traffic, thanks Allah.

It was a two-way traffic at least.

It wasn’t Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb alone that wanted to fuck Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, the Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Durgesh, too wanted to fuck Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.

Consensual Sex between two consenting adults.

What the hell was wrong in it?

Isn’t it what the entire åālmīn, entire Creations do?

It’s what the nature itself requires to keep the human race going on.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb continued lathering up her body, going slower than she ordinarily would.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spent a lot of time soaping her tits, focusing on her hard nipples.

Then her legs, then her pussy.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb shaded yesterday in anticipation, and her skin was nice and smooth.

Next, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pretended to accidentally drop the shampoo bottle.

It made a loud clattering sound, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned around, spread her legs a bit, then leaned over at the waist to pick it up, exposing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pussy to her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of his entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel the warm water splash on her lower back, and involuntarily shuddered at the thought of being so… exposed.

Then Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb shampooed her long brown hair, while rinsing the suds off the rest of her body.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb rinsed off the shampoo, and then applied conditioner.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t actually need to, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was getting so excited being watched, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to prolong the experience as much as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could.

And Durgesh still hadn’t seen the highlight Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had planned.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb put one leg up on the rim of the tub, and started rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labia.

Allah! Oh God, yes.

The wetness Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt below wasn’t just from the water.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb inserted a finger, and slowly moved it in and out, letting out a moan here and there.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb inserted another finger, and stimulated her g-spot, while gently rubbing her clit with her thumb.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed the other hand to steady herself.

Since Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spent the entire day in various states of horniness, it didn’t took a lot to push her over the edge.

She melt into a climax, and let the waves of pleasure bounce around her body, tingling from head to toe.

When Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb opened her eyes again, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was slumping against the wall.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t even feel it; too lost in the big O.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed that.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood up again, and washed the conditioner out of her hair.

Then, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned off the water abruptly and stepped out.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb heard footsteps outside the door, confidently departing, and smiled to herself.

I had just received a one of a kind performance, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped I enjoyed it as much as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb did.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed a towel and rubbed herself dry, going much faster now that I was not watching anymore.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t blow-dry her chair, and instead just let it hang loose in wet strands.

Instead of putting on her clothing, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just wrapped the towel around her, which would make the next part easier.*

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stepped out of the bathroom, and grabbed a cleaned linen sheet and spare blanket from her bedroom.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb walked out into the living room, where I was sitting gravely on the couch.

He didn’t look even slightly embarrassed, and sat as if I was even not trying to hide an erection.

The fly on my jeans was still open.

This was going to be it, no turning back now.

Either Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was just about to fuck her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of even her entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters too as well as that of her Musalmān nanads, or her life was going to be ruined forever.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned down to place the sheet and blanket on the couch, and the towel Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had only loosely wrapped around her fell down. I smiled, and I took it all in.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb looked down, and saw the characteristic Hindu bulge rising in my pants.

“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, you…”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t give me a chance to finish that sentence, and swooped in to interrupt me with a kiss.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb tasted of gravy and wine.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb boldly straddled me.

I overcame the pleasant shock, and started responding with my actions.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb…” I started, breathless. “All that stuff at the dinner table, and just now in the shower… you knew Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was watching?”

“Oh yes, I did. Did you like it?”

I paused to think about it, and then replied,

“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I wasn’t sure. Everything was normal, and then all of a sudden you bent forward.

I could see your tits. I thought maybe you forgot you weren’t wearing a bra or something, and didn’t pay attention. But then you kept doing it, again and again, and your nipples poking through your shirt the entire night.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got on the floor, and fished my Uncut Hindu Cock out of my boxers.

This was her first time seeing my ever famous, ever adored, Hindu manhood, and it was absolutely handsome.

“Go on,” I told Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb smiling, “wrap your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth around my Uncut Hindu Cock head, and start sucking.”

I let out a groan, and continued,

“Then when we are on the couch, and you–oh that feels good–you put your foot on my dick, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was sure you were about to, oh God… about to start going berserk on me, but you didn’t. Then you just dozed off. Were you actually asleep?”

“Mmhm,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb responded, unable to speak with my Uncut Hindu Cock in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān throat.

“Well, then you didn’t notice that I may or may not had lifted your shirt, and exited your tits up close.”

“Oh, you naughty Hindu old boy,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb joked, and rnn her pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock shaft.

“Then in the shower, well, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I thought you know already.”

“Yeah. Did you masturbate while watching me?”

“No. I wasn’t fool enough not to understand what you were offering to me. Why the hell then I needed to masturbate? Silly girl.”

“Did you cum?”

“No, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, but I was close to it… but you stopped.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, this is way better.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t think Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could wait any longer.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to feel my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her.

Standing up, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb told me,

“Take off your clothes.”

I did, revealing my familiar hairless chest and legs.

“So, what now?” I asked.

“Do you want to do this, even though Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb is your Salhaj?”

Despite her already brazen behavior, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was still worried I could suddenly change my mind when I come to my senses, and be livid.

“Yes. I too love you, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”

“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb too loves you, Durgesh, my Anant Sr’shŧi Chod, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb straddled me again, and pressed my naked chest against hers.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock tip at the entrance to her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb kissed me again, and sank down.

My Uncut Hindu Cock slipped in her, eagerly, yet perfectly sophisticated, however.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb gasped as it stretched and filled her, still sensitive from her orgasm in the shower.

I placed my hands on her wonderful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and started thrusting my hips.

“Allah! Oh God, that is incredible.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t stop herself from appreciating my immensely powerful Hindu penetrations of her equally wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had had sex with her husband in her life, but nothing compared to the felting of my Hindu flesh and blood pumping in and out of her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dug her fingers into her chest, and arch backwards, moaning.

“Faster, Allah, oh God, Durgesh, my Anant Sr’shŧi Chod, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, faster, please! Please!!”

I obliged, and pumped like a maniac.

Her toes and fingers began tingling with the onset of another orgasm.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb matched my powerful Hindu thrusts with gyrations of her own, and Moments later, the second orgasm hit her, harder than the first.

Explosions of joy wracked her body, muscles spasming.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward, and bit her shoulder, letting out a guttural cry of pleasure.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt my Uncut Hindu Cock in her started throbbing, and her body tensed up.

Still I kept pounding into her nonstop for hours.

Allah!

Would he never explode?

Would Durgesh keep fucking Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb until infinity now?

More hours passed.

Allah!

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never knew I wanted to fuck her so much.

Ultimately, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew I was cumming inside her right now.

I collapsed on top of her, while my Uncut Hindu Cock was still deepest within her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb started laughing in giddy excitement, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh. Wow,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb managed to bring out.

“You can say that again.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb too whispered.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was still holding me tight against her.

One of my strong arms was too around her back, the other cupping a cheek.

I leaned in for a kiss, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reciprocated.

When Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt me going softer, and her cum started leaking out, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pried herself loose, and get up.

On wobbly legs, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb headed to the bathroom and relieved herself, wiping away some of the cum trickling out of her pussy.

Once Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb finished, I was waiting outside the door, grinning smartly.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood on her tiptoes, and we shared another long sensuous kiss.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went into her bedroom, and left the door behind her wide open.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb lay down, and waited.

Shortly after the toilet flushes, I appeared in the doorframe.

A faint bite mark of Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was visible on my shoulder.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb watched as I approached, and climbed into bed beside her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned around, and nestled herself into me, resting her still slightly damp hair on my arm.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wrapped her other arm around me, and pulled me closer.

“Can you please put it back inside?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb begged.

“I’ll try,” I responded her teasingly.

I reached down, and started sliding my again erect Uncut Hindu Cock along her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel it growing bigger and bigger, until finally she herself guided it inside her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb sighed, and relaxed, melting into me. Then Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb slowly dozed off…

It’s better now, in this way, having me inside her.

Wasn’t it?

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From Pakistan with love

Posted: November 19, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Shakīlah Salmān, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

From Pakistan with love

Shakīlah Salmān stepped out of the shower and dried herself off, carefully wiping the water from her beautiful smooth skin.

Shakīlah Salmān glanced at the wall to briefly admire her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent female Musalmān body in the mirror.

As a 36-year-old mother, Shakīlah Salmān felt She still looked great for her age.

Shakīlah Salmān carefully looked over her body, proud of the shape Shakīlah Salmān had been able to keep even in her mid to late 30s. Shakīlah Salmān was only about 5’2″, and Shakīlah Salmān was just barely over 100 pounds from exercising several times a week.

Shakīlah Salmān had creamy white skin with a thin waist and wide hips that accentuated her extremely beautiful figure.

Shakīlah Salmān moaned quietly as Shakīlah Salmān ran her hands over her perky, D cup breasts and turned to the side to look at her extremely gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass in the mirror.

“Hopefully today is the day.” Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself, as Shakīlah Salmān placed her hand over her womb.

Shakīlah Salmān had been trying to get pregnant for the past several months or so, and Shakīlah Salmān was ovulating this week, hoping to get pregnant again before her internal clock started ticking too far.

Her only child so far, Raziyah, was already 18 and about to leave the house out into the world.

Shakīlah Salmān had had sex with her husband about a week before, but right now, he was on a business trip across the country.

Today was the day Shakīlah Salmān planned to take a pregnancy test.

Shakīlah Salmān was really hoping for good news.

Shakīlah Salmān desperately wanted to be a mother again.

Still nude, Shakīlah Salmān opened the box for the test and sat on the toilet to take it.

Shakīlah Salmān followed the instructions to the letter and now Shakīlah Salmān only had to wait 5 minutes to see if the news would be good or not.

Shakīlah Salmān set the test on the counter and looked in the mirror one last time, rubbing her sensitive tits again before getting dressed for the day and heading out into the kitchen.

Shakīlah Salmān slipped on a tank top and some yoga pants.

Shakīlah Salmān hadn’t planned to go anywhere important today and it was unbelievably hot outside.

No one else was home so Shakīlah Salmān skipped the panties and bra, not wanting to be uncomfortable.

Shakīlah Salmān was pretty horny this morning.

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t have sex with her husband too often, even though Shakīlah Salmān had an incredibly high sex drive.

He just didn’t seem to be that interested anymore, and while he tried to help her conceive that was just about it.

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t get relief nearly as much as Shakīlah Salmān would want.

After counting what seemed like an incredibly slow five minutes the test was finally ready to be read.

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t want to get her hopes up, but this would be the last time for the month she’d be able to conceive again.

Her husband would still be gone for another two weeks and her clock was ticking!

Shakīlah Salmān picked up the test and looked at the marker with a weight in her stomach.

It was negative.

Shakīlah Salmān had tried not to get her hopes up too much but looking at this every month was crushing.

It was just as the doctor had said.

Shakīlah Salmān was fertile enough for now, but her husband had a low sperm count, they said it was a less than 10% chance that She’d be able to get pregnant in the near future.

Usually Shakīlah Salmān was able to write it off, but the collective stress of not getting pregnant after so many months of trying began to take its toll on her.

“Fuck me!” Shakīlah Salmān said loudly, tears welling up in her eyes.

Shakīlah Salmān wanted to have another child so badly, and Shakīlah Salmān was afraid it would never happen at this point.

“Come on, Shakīlah Salmān, keep yourself together.” Shakīlah Salmān told herself, to no avail.

Just as a single tear dropped onto the test, Shakīlah Salmān heard me walk into the kitchen.

“Hey Shakīlah Salmān!” I said cheerfully, from around the corner before I could read the situation.

Just as I said it, I saw the tears in her eyes and obviously knew something was wrong.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I said, now reading what was happening and trying to help her.

“Is that a pregnancy test?” I asked, very surprised.

Shakīlah Salmān hadn’t told me that Shakīlah Salmān was trying to get pregnant yet, Shakīlah Salmān guessed now was as good a time as any.

Shakīlah Salmān wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to explain what was happening.

“It’s nothing, Durgesh. I just have been trying to get pregnant for the past few months before I no longer can and I haven’t had any luck. It’s very dis-heartening. But don’t worry. It’s stupid anyway. I’ll probably just end up giving up at this point. It’s no big deal.” Shakīlah Salmān said, trying to convince herself of that just as much as me.

“Shakīlah Salmān, I had no clue. I’m really sorry, Shakīlah Salmān. Shakīlah Salmān, I love you.” I said, to her surprise.

I came up and hugged her hard, trying to comfort her in her time of emotional need.

Lately I had been a lot touchier with Shakīlah Salmān, often giving her hugs and kisses on the cheek without her asking.

Shakīlah Salmān had been skeptical earlier but right now Shakīlah Salmān didn’t care.

Shakīlah Salmān was too preoccupied.

We hugged each other for a minute or so, until Shakīlah Salmān cheered up, finally realizing her braless tits were pressing through the thin tank top into my hard Hindu chest.

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t know I was even home, that’s why Shakīlah Salmān hadn’t worn anything more modest, but Shakīlah Salmān guessed it didn’t matter.

I was just I.

Shakīlah Salmān began to feel a hardness pressing against her waist momentarily right before I broke the hug.

As we parted, Shakīlah Salmān looked at me with pride.

I had done so many things for her family always.

Despite my sixty-six, I still had hard abs and strong muscles from working out for the Stavans I offered.

I was a lady-killer, though Shakīlah Salmān never paid any attention to my personal life.

“Are you okay, now, Shakīlah Salmān? Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked.

What a lovely person he is, Shakīlah Salmān thought.

“I’m okay, but why are you even here, honey? Shakīlah Salmān asked me, fully changing the subject from the sadness Shakīlah Salmān didn’t want to recall. “I thought you worked today.”

“No, Shakīlah Salmān, I switched shifts,” I answered nonchalantly, my mind clearly on something else.

“Oh,” Shakīlah Salmān said, still very down.

“Okay. Let’s go, Shakīlah Salmān.” I suddenly said, picking up my keys from the counter.

“What? Go where?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, not certain of what I was talking about.

“I’m taking you out for a date. Yåqūb has gone, so you have no one else to cheer you up. I’ll gladly make it my job. Shakīlah Salmān, I hate to see you sad.” I said with grief and a hint of something else in my eye. “Get dressed, I’m gonna take you to the plaza for lunch and something fun. We’re leaving in 5 minutes!” I turned towards my room to get ready.

Before Shakīlah Salmān could even object, I had left the room.

‘Oh well,” Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself, “I guess this will be good for me. I can take my mind off of things for a little bit.’

Shakīlah Salmān headed upstairs to her room to get dressed, wondering what Shakīlah Salmān should wear.

Shakīlah Salmān looked in her closet for something that wouldn’t make her too hot.

Shakīlah Salmān saw one of her favorite sundresses in the back of the closet and thought it would be lovely for a day like this.

It had really thin straps so Shakīlah Salmān wouldn’t be able to wear a bra, but Shakīlah Salmān guessed that was fine for such a hot day.

Shakīlah Salmān slipped off her tank top and yoga pants and put the dress on over her head.

Her makeup was already done for the day, so Shakīlah Salmān was fine with that.

Shakīlah Salmān looked in the mirror and admired how the thin dress showed off her shapely Musalmān ass and firm tits.

It certainly wasn’t slutty looking but it definitely was a slightly revealing dress.

Shakīlah Salmān remembered at this point, Shakīlah Salmān needed to find some panties.

Shakīlah Salmān had thrown almost everything in the wash earlier and now realized Shakīlah Salmān might not have anything Shakīlah Salmān could wear!

Shakīlah Salmān began to rummage through her drawers to see if Shakīlah Salmān could find something.

Just as Shakīlah Salmān began to look with no success, I barged through the door already dressed with my keys in hand. “You ready, Shakīlah Salmān?” I spoke quickly.

“Yeah, I’m ready but I just need to-“Shakīlah Salmān tried to explain Shakīlah Salmān needed something else, but I cut her off there.

“You look great already, let’s go. The lunch place, I want to go to, closes kinda early so we have to leave now.” I explained while pulling her arm.

“Wait, Durgesh!” Shakīlah Salmān said, surprised at my hurriedness.

“It’s fine, Shakīlah Salmān, let’s just go!” I pulled her arm and led her down the stairs, in a hurry.

Shakīlah Salmān tried to turn around once again but I stopped her, leading her to the door and slapping her gorgeous Musalmān ass outside.

Shakīlah Salmān yelped quietly to herself before wondering what had just happened.

Had I meant to slap her ass, or just merely push her out the door?

It was a little inappropriate especially for her but Shakīlah Salmān shook it off since I was clearly in a hurry.

‘It must have been a mistake.’ Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself.

We drove to the lunch place I apparently had in mind.

Shakīlah Salmān was all the while trying not to expose herself with the short dress Shakīlah Salmān was wearing with no panties.

We got out of the car, Shakīlah Salmān very carefully, and headed to a cute little restaurant on the edge of the plaza.

It was indeed closing soon but we were sat as one of the last customers and given menus.

The waiter came up to us and asked for our order.

We told him what we wanted before he asked,

“Anything to drink? We serve a great deal of different drinks here.”

Before Shakīlah Salmān could refuse, I spoke up.

“Yes, we’ll take two margaritas, please!”

“Of course, sir. And would you and your lovely date like the rims salted?” I asked, eating at us with flattery.

Shakīlah Salmān blushed a deep red,

“Oh no, he’s just my-”

“Yes please, we’d love the glasses salted.” I said as I interrupted her again. She here loves it served like that,” I told the waiter, glancing at her with a sarcastic looking grin.

With that, the waiter left to get us our food.

Shakīlah Salmān reached over the table and punched me in the arm. “Hey, what are you doing, trying to embarrass me like that?”

“Oh come on, it’s just a joke. You should take it as a compliment; he obviously thought you were young enough to actually be my date. And Shakīlah Salmān, I know you love margaritas.”

“It’s just weird, Durgesh.” Shakīlah Salmān told me, still blushing.

“That’s what happens when you’re hot, Shakīlah Salmān.” I added, surprising her and making her go into an even deeper red.

‘The nerves on this Hindu playboy!’ Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself.

I surely was popular with the beautiful girls if I was like this all the time.

Such a flirt!

Allah!

Really, Hindus are better in sex yet Musalmīn are better in morals.

We enjoyed lunch as the restaurant died down and we talked, enjoying the day.

It was really hot and I again ordered another margarita for Shakīlah Salmān, after the meal.

She slowly drank it and chatted until the restaurant needed to close.

The waiter came to show us off but apparently had a soft spot by then.

“I’ll give the lovely couple 5 more minutes, but sadly we really need to close after that.”

We thanked him and resumed our “date”.

Shakīlah Salmān had only finished half of the margarita, but Shakīlah Salmān was small and could tell it was actually really having an effect on her.

The wind started to pick up and filled the outside cabana we had been sitting in, blowing a warm breeze up her dress.

Because of the openness of the dress and the alcohol, Shakīlah Salmān started to get a little aroused.

Having no panties only made it worse, and Shakīlah Salmān started to get a little wet.

“We should go now, Durgesh.” Shakīlah Salmān told me, hoping to get up before Shakīlah Salmān had a wet spot on the back of her dress.

“Alright, Shakīlah Salmān. Let’s go look around the plaza.”

We walked around the plaza, enjoying the day, as it got cooler and cooler.

She was obviously slightly intoxicated, and was giggling now like schoolgirls and having a great time.

As the day went on we visited the fountains and shops and Shakīlah Salmān slowly realized I was getting slightly handy.

I’d pull her by her waist to show her something and as we walked around sometimes kept my hand on her back.

The day actually started to feel like a date instead of something she’d do with me.

We had gotten a little tired from walking and decided to look for a place to sit.

Shakīlah Salmān thought she spotted a bench over in the distance and tried to tip toe on her heels to see it.

Just then, a giant gust of wind started to blow and went right under her dress.

Her back was to me, and before Shakīlah Salmān could react enough the wind blew it completely up.

Shakīlah Salmān was able to place her hands in the front so nothing too intimate would show, but Shakīlah Salmān realized too late that Shakīlah Salmān was giving me a great view of her naked, round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass.

“Whoa, Shakīlah Salmān,” I said, laughing as I stared at her unfavorable situation. “Having trouble?”

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t want to turn to me in case I saw anything, but Shakīlah Salmān couldn’t get the back part of her dress down.

Shakīlah Salmān blushed even harder than earlier as Shakīlah Salmān gave me a great show of her tight gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass.

After a few seconds or so the gust finally died down and her dress fell down.

Shakīlah Salmān turned to me, bright red with embarrassment, and tried to say something before I suddenly took her hand.

I turned her around and pointed at a cinema.

“Let’s go see that movie! The trailer looked fun!” I just ignored ostensibly what had happened.

“I don’t know,” Shakīlah Salmān said, uncertain and too embarrassed to want to do anything else.

“Of course you do!” I exclaimed, once again smacking her butt through the dress in the direction of the theater.

There it was again.

Shakīlah Salmān was drunk, but Shakīlah Salmān knew it was on purpose this time.

I had just touched her ass!

What the hell was I doing?

“Fine,” Shakīlah Salmān ignored my hand, “It better be good though!”

“I’m sure it will be great,” I replied, looking her in the eye with something Shakīlah Salmān just couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Shakīlah Salmān brushed it off as we entered the theater.

The cinema was completely dead on the inside.

It was a really hot day and the theater itself was hot, but there was absolutely no one else in the theater.

“Oh cool, we get to choose whichever spot we want!” I pointed out, obviously excited. “Let’s go up there!” I whispered, pointing to the corner.

The theater had a back row right under the projector, and then two more sets of four seats on either side of the box, one more row up from the back middle.

As we walked up the steps, Shakīlah Salmān felt my hand on her back again, this time the bottom of my fingers holding her ass as I pushed her up the steps.

Shakīlah Salmān ignored it once again, attributing it to alcohol and the weird angle of the steps, and went to our seats.

We sat in the back corner and waited for the movie to start.

The armrests on the seats were already up when we got there, so we sat down and Shakīlah Salmān leaned into my chest, getting comfortable.

The movie started and we began watching it, pseudo-cuddling in the seats in the back.

There was no one in the theatre, but if even there were, we were pretty hidden behind the corner.

About 20 minutes into the movie, Shakīlah Salmān noticed my hand was on her leg, near her lap.

As a few more minutes passed, my hand slowly crept up her thigh until I was grabbing the very upper part of her leg, just under where her dress started.

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t say anything as we continued to watch the movie.

I slowly moved my hand up and down her leg, and my touch was sending her absolutely crazy.

Shakīlah Salmān was super horny, drunk in a movie theater next to me.

Shakīlah Salmān shifted a bit trying to get more comfortable, and I moved my arm around her.

Shakīlah Salmān leaned more into my chest so that her bottom was practically off the seat and Shakīlah Salmān was lying on her side.

I instinctively slid my hand down the side of her body, lightly moving it past her breast and resting my hand on her ass.

Shakīlah Salmān turned to me this time, and noticed I was looking at her with that same look in my eye.

This time Shakīlah Salmān realized what it was.

It was pure lust.

I began to blatantly grope her butt, squeezing her pantiless, round ass through the thin material of her dress.

Shakīlah Salmān looked up at me and met my eyes before instinctively leaning in and kissing me on the lips.

It wasn’t the kind of kiss a friend should give me.

Shakīlah Salmān realized, as Shakīlah Salmān pressed her lips hard against mine, my strong hand still firmly holding her beautiful young Pakistani Musalmān ass.

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t care anymore.

Shakīlah Salmān wanted intimacy.

Her emotional state and drunkenness put her right in the palm of my hand, literally.

We broke the kiss as Shakīlah Salmān scooted up completely into my lap, her dress now riding very high on her legs.

“Shakīlah Salmān,” I started.

Before I could finish Shakīlah Salmān grabbed my head and once again kissed me hard on the lips.

Our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths as we shared a passionate kiss.

I lost all hesitation and placed my hand high on her leg, feeling up her milky thighs and groaning as I squeezed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān ass.

My hand crept up her thigh, under her dress, until I came to her sopping wet Pakistani young Musalmān Cunt, radiating heat.

“No panties? Naughty girl.” I said, smiling as I teased her.

Shakīlah Salmān gasped as I lightly caressed her puffy Pakistani Musalmān Pussy lips, longing for the touch of someone.

I teased her again and again, lightly rubbing my fingers along the ravenous Pakistani Musalmān slit before Shakīlah Salmān could take no more.

“Durgesh, please,” Shakīlah Salmān moaned, getting short of breath.

With this, I picked her up by the hips and set her down on my male Hindu lap.

I groped her breast roughly through the dress and pushed a finger into her waiting pussy.

I expertly worked my hand in her waiting, velvet Pakistani Musalmān walls, bringing her closer and closer to climax as I used my other hand to drop the dress from her shoulders.

Her perky, firm Pakistani Musalmān tits fell into view as the top of the dress slid down her stomach.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Shakīlah Salmān.” I said, ogling at her large, exposed beautiful Musalmān breasts. “Your Pakistani Musalmān tits are fucking perfect.”

I aggressively continued to tease her Pakistani Musalmān Cunt with my hand.

“Oh fuck!” Shakīlah Salmān exclaimed, a little louder than Shakīlah Salmān should have. “That’s it, Durgesh. Squeeze your Shakīlah Salmān’s tits!

Shakīlah Salmān got closer and closer to her orgasm as I took my free hand and tweaked the areola of her other breast.

I shoved a second finger into her sopping Musalmān pussy and sent her over the edge, causing her to convulse hard in my hand.

I continued fucking her with my fingers and squeezing her creamy white breast as Shakīlah Salmān began to go through a mind-shattering orgasm, getting over months of little to no relief.

Her husband came nowhere close to knowing how to pleasure her that well, or he just didn’t care.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Shakīlah Salmān moaned as her orgasm made me rock against my hand and body.

I placed my hand on the back of her head and once again pressed her lips to mine.

The kiss sent electricity through her spine as her orgasm subsided.

As Shakīlah Salmān recovered, Shakīlah Salmān realized I had yet to have relief.

Shakīlah Salmān noticed an incredibly large bulge in my pants and decided to start there.

“Alright, Durgesh darling, now it’s my turn.” Shakīlah Salmān whispered as Shakīlah Salmān unzipped my pants and grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock through my boxers.

‘Allah,’ Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself.

This was easily the biggest cock Shakīlah Salmān had ever felt.

“Allah,” Shakīlah Salmān said aloud as Shakīlah Salmān released my giant Hindu erection from my boxers. “You’re so fucking big, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu.”

Shakīlah Salmān placed her hand around the width of my Hindu shaft, realizing Shakīlah Salmān could barely hold it in her small tiny hand. Shakīlah Salmān licked her lips as Shakīlah Salmān began to run her soft hands along the sides of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her topless Pakistani Musalmān breasts bounced up and down as Shakīlah Salmān worked the length of my Hindu shaft with her hands.

Shakīlah Salmān Momentarily looked up to see my eyes staring straight at her tits as Shakīlah Salmān performed this act.

Shakīlah Salmān blushed deeply before decided She’d treat me as well as Shakīlah Salmān could.

“Alright, honey.” Shakīlah Salmān got on her knees onto the floor. “Let Shakīlah Salmān suck your giant fucking Uncut Hindu Cock!”

As Shakīlah Salmān said this, Shakīlah Salmān placed her red, full Pakistani Musalmān lips on the top of my enormous Hindu manhood.

Shakīlah Salmān was slightly scared, but Shakīlah Salmān figured it didn’t matter.

Shakīlah Salmān slipped her extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān mouth down the length of my Uncut Hindu Cock as Shakīlah Salmān tried to take in all of my length.

Shakīlah Salmān couldn’t reach the base, so Shakīlah Salmān took her free hand and slid it along the bottom of my Hindu shaft as Shakīlah Salmān began to bob up and down on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Instantly, I started moaning as Shakīlah Salmān expertly worked my Hindu penis.

Shakīlah Salmān loved giving BJs, but her husband didn’t like them that much and had a much smaller penis, so Shakīlah Salmān seldom got to do this.

Shakīlah Salmān took her other hand and cradled my enormous balls as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth still worked up and down my Hindu member.

“Oh fuck, Shakīlah Salmān. You’re so fucking good at this! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Shakīlah Salmān, I can hardly take it!” I groaned as Shakīlah Salmān blushed at being complimented by me.

Her young Pakistani Musalmān lips continued to glide up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock while her free hands stroked the bottom of my shaft and my balls.

Eventually, Shakīlah Salmān felt a stirring in my loins and knew I’d be close to finishing.

Shakīlah Salmān prepared herself as I neared my climax.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, Shakīlah Salmān. I’m gonna cum. Take my Hindu load with your beautiful Pakistani Musalmān mouth” I said, completely into it and forgetting Shakīlah Salmān was not my lover.

Shakīlah Salmān felt naughtier with the sexy talk and prepared for my Hindu load.

Shakīlah Salmān went up and down my Hindu shaft one more time before Shakīlah Salmān felt me start to explode in her extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān mouth.

Shakīlah Salmān had expected a lot of cum, but nowhere near the amount I actually had.

What felt like buckets and buckets of my Hindu cum, shot down her Pakistani Musalmān throat as Shakīlah Salmān tried to swallow the enormous load coming from my balls.

After what seemed like a few minutes, my Uncut Hindu Cock finally twitched for the last time, completely filling her Pakistani Musalmān mouth with my potent Hindu seed. Shakīlah Salmān swallowed the rest of my Hindu load and licked her lips, enjoying the taste of such a nice Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, that was amazing,” I said, sitting back and breathing a sigh of relief. “Where did you learn to do that?” I asked.

Shakīlah Salmān noticed there was a bit of cum that had spilled out of her mouth and onto her tits.

Shakīlah Salmān swirled it up with her finger and licked it off, making sure to not miss a single drop.

“I guess you could just say I’m a natural. Shakīlah Salmān loves giving blowjobs, Unfortunately, Shakīlah Salmān just doesn’t get to do it often. Shakīlah Salmān loves feeling the taste of sucking a giant cock and swallowing it’s cum.” Shakīlah Salmān said, revealing this way too much than Shakīlah Salmān probably should had.

Shakīlah Salmān hardly cared at this point, though.

I grabbed her waist again and kissed her on the mouth, fondling one of her breasts again in the process.

“Your extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān body is so fucking hot, Shakīlah Salmān. Let’s get out of here so I can fuck you properly.” I whispered into her ear.

“Okay, handsome,” Shakīlah Salmān said, getting up and pulling up the straps of her dress.

Shakīlah Salmān tried to fix herself up and hoped there wasn’t a mess from her giant orgasm.

Her pussy was still sopping wet but most of it didn’t get on her dress, so Shakīlah Salmān was okay.

Shakīlah Salmān and I left the theater, this time holding hands as we exited.

Shakīlah Salmān took me by my hand back towards the car, momentarily stopping in front of the fountain for a bit.

I pulled her body towards me and wrapped my hand around her waist.

I slipped my hand under her dress and cupped her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass, again kissing her deeply.

Our tongues met briefly before Shakīlah Salmān broke the kiss, realizing where we were.

Shakīlah Salmān pulled my hand off her ass and scolded me. “Hey, Hindu scoundrel, we’re in the middle of the public, Durgesh. What if someone saw you kissing me?” Shakīlah Salmān said, concerned.

“Who cares? No one knows you’re not my girlfriend. They just think you’re my hot date. It’s your fault for being such a naughty slut and not wearing panties.” I cracked a sly grin.

“You wouldn’t let me put panties on earlier! You hurried me out the door! Whatever.” Shakīlah Salmān said, giving in to my teasing. “Let’s just go, darling.”

Shakīlah Salmān took my hand and pulled me to the car where I helped her in and we started driving off.

I kept my free hand on her thigh as I drove along, before Shakīlah Salmān saw I still had a pretty noticeable hard-on.

“Are you seriously still hard? What are you made of?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, rubbing my Hindu crotch.

I groaned softly as Shakīlah Salmān touched my Hindu member.

“No way I’m gonna be done before, Shakīlah Salmān, I actually get to fuck you.” I said casually.

Shakīlah Salmān had brushed it off before, but would Shakīlah Salmān actually let the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu fuck her?

That was so wrong, Shakīlah Salmān wasn’t sure if Shakīlah Salmān wanted to go through with it.

Eventually we pulled into the house and got out of the car, walking to the door.

“Durgesh,” Shakīlah Salmān started, turning towards me as I put the key in the door, “I don’t think we should go any further, I’m not sur-” Shakīlah Salmān tried to finish before I grabbed her again.

I picked her up by the waist and opened the door, pressing my lips hard against hers in the process.

I swung the door closed and rode her dress up, grabbing her by her naked Pakistani Musalmān ass with both hands, squeezing firmly.

At this point Shakīlah Salmān was still too horny to not give in.

Shakīlah Salmān melted into my mouth as I set her down on the kitchen counter, her dress hiked up, revealing her still sopping Pakistani Musalmān pussy.

“You’re too much of a horny slut to stop now, Shakīlah Salmān, I bet.” I said daringly as I grabbed the dress straps and slid them once again over her shoulder, revealing her breasts.

The dress fell down to just cover her stomach, leaving her ass and tits exposed.

Shakīlah Salmān couldn’t handle it anymore, and Shakīlah Salmān completely gave in.

“You’re right, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu. I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m too horny. Please, fuck your horny little Pakistani Musalmān girlfriend with your giant Uncut Hindu Cock!” Shakīlah Salmān yelled, surprising herself.

Shakīlah Salmān never thought She’d speak to me like that.

With that, I dropped my trousers again revealing my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock, pointing to her waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani young Musalmān pussy.

I grabbed my hard Uncut Hindu Cock and ran it along her Pakistani Musalmān slit, teasing her puffy Musalmān pussy with my enormous Hindu manhood.

It was driving me crazy.

“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, fuck me already. Shakīlah Salmān can’t take it any more, fuck me with your giant Uncut Hindu Cock!” Shakīlah Salmān whispered as I grinned and kissed her passionately.

At that Moment, I aimed my Uncut Hindu Cock directly into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān pussy and pushed in my enormous head.

Shakīlah Salmān gasped as my considerable size entered her waiting Pakistani Musalmān Cunt.

I slowly pushed further into her Pakistani Musalmān tightness, filling her up like Shakīlah Salmān had never been filled before.

Shakīlah Salmān felt like Shakīlah Salmān was being split in half by my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Shakīlah Salmān. You’re so fucking tight! Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Pakistani Musalmān body is absolutely amazing,” I gasped as I ran my hand up and down her lithe, supple body.

“Fuck, Durgesh, you’re too big! You’re splitting me in two!” Shakīlah Salmān said as I continued to enter her pussy, finally bottoming out deep in her womb.

I allowed me to adjust to my massive Hindu girth before pulling out and pushing back in again, picking up the pace.

Her incredibly lubricated Pakistani Musalmān pussy walls facilitated the process, and finally Shakīlah Salmān was able to completely adjust to the massive Uncut Hindu Cock that was pounding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh yes, Durgesh, fuck your Shakīlah Salmān’s tight little Pakistani Musalmān pussy! Impale me on your huge fucking Uncut Hindu Cock!” Shakīlah Salmān screamed as I continued to ram her tight Musalmān pussy on the cool countertop.

I reached over and grabbed her hips, giving me better leverage to completely penetrate her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Cunt.

As I bounced her back and forth on my Uncut Hindu Cock like a toy, I squeezed one of her breasts again, squeezing her ass hard in the process.

“Squeeze your Shakīlah Salmān’s tits, Durgesh! Make me yours on your hard Uncut Hindu Cock!” Shakīlah Salmān moaned, feeling hornier than Shakīlah Salmān ever had before.

Being taken so completely and fucked this hard drove me absolutely wild as Shakīlah Salmān could hardly think of anything else but my huge Uncut Hindu Cock pounding into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān pussy.

Suddenly, Shakīlah Salmān felt my cock withdraw from her velvet lips, leaving her feeling completely empty without my massive Hindu cock.

“What’s wrong, Durgesh?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, disappointed at momentarily not being fucked.

I answered her question immediately as I picked her up completely off the counter and set her face down onto the cold surface.

Her nipples hardened as they touched the cold surface of the kitchen counter when Shakīlah Salmān felt me grab her hip and pick one of her legs up, setting Shakīlah Salmān against the counter in a half standing half lying position.

“I’m gonna fuck your tight Pakistani Musalmān pussy and ass from behind, filling you like the slut you are!” I said, explaining my actions.

I then ripped the rest of her dress off her body, leaving it ripped on the floor.

Once again, Shakīlah Salmān felt my massive Hindu rod enter her Pakistani Musalmān tightness, this time from behind, reaching all the way in and splitting her Pakistani Musalmān pussy from another position.

Somehow it felt like my Uncut Hindu Cock went even farther into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān pussy, this time hitting her cervix.

Shakīlah Salmān winced in pain as it hit the uncomfortable spot, before I withdrew and hit it again.

The pain slowly turned into pleasure as my Hindu manhood pounded her round Pakistani Musalmān ass from behind.

Shakīlah Salmān could feel my Hindu balls slapping against her ravenous Pakistani Musalmān clit, driving her crazy as I filled her up.

I smiled, picking up the pace and continuing to buck in and out of her, using her fertile, wide hips for leverage.

“Shakīlah Salmān, I’m gonna cum deepest inside your Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy and fill up your Sunni Musalmān womb!”

Shakīlah Salmān spoke to me in short breaths as I nailed her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy over and over again. “Wait, Durgesh. You can’t come inside me, you’re a Hindu!”

“Who cares? You said you wanted to get pregnant, right?” I asked, making her realize a possible solution to her problem.

I spoke again:

“I’ll fill your tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt with my Hindu cum and you can have our baby! It’s the easiest way for us to both get what we want! I’m really close to cumming, now!”

“Are you sure you can handle it? What about your stepson? What if he finds out?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, concerned and nearing a climax of her own.

“He’ll never find out. It’s too late anyway. I’m gonna fill your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy with my hot Hindu cum right now!” I said, obviously right on the verge of cumming.

Shakīlah Salmān gave up trying to reason at this point, Shakīlah Salmān was too blind by horniness and wanting to be a mother again to care any longer.

“Okay, Hindu Piyā! Fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy up with your potent Hindu seed. Fuck me until Shakīlah Salmān becomes an Ammī again!” Shakīlah Salmān screamed as I groped her breast from behind.

Shakīlah Salmān turned her head and brought hers close to mine, kissing me from behind and enjoying my massive Uncut Hindu Cock fill her up.

“I’m cumming!” I moaned as I pounded one last time deepest into her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy, hitting her cervix again in the process.

Shakīlah Salmān felt my body tense as my hot Hindu cum began to shoot out of my Uncut Hindu Cock deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

The massive Hindu load splashed against the walls of her pussy, filling her fertile Musalmān womb up to the brim with my potent Hindu sperm.

As I emptied my balls, coating the inside of her pussy with my massive Hindu load, Shakīlah Salmān began to convulse on my body, her orgasm causing her to scream into my mouth.

“Your pussy is too tight, Shakīlah Salmān!” I smiled from behind her.

The walls of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy contracted on my Uncut Hindu Cock, still filling her up with my hot Hindu cum.

Her tight Sunni Musalmān Cunt squeezed my Hindu manhood like a vise, milking out every last drop of my Hindu cum.

Finally, our orgasms subsided and I pulled my giant Hindu shaft out of her pussy.

Shakīlah Salmān felt empty without my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy, but her pussy felt coated with my Hindu cum.

Shakīlah Salmān turned around and hopped further on the counter, placing her hand on her lower stomach, feeling her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān womb now filled with my Hindu seed.

“I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life,” Shakīlah Salmān said, breaking the silence. “Shakīlah Salmān loves you, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā!”

I picked her up and set her down on the floor,

“Shakīlah Salmān, I love you, too, babe.” At this point, I was referring to her as my lover.

“I’m ovulating right now, so I’m almost sure to get pregnant this time, Durgesh. What are we gonna do with the baby? It’s gonna be yours.” Shakīlah Salmān said, immediately regretting some of our decisions.

“It’s fine, Shakīlah Salmān. If that happens, we’ll just take care of it like normal. Worst comes to worst we can move away and take care of it together.”

“And if I’m not pregnant and your stepson doesn’t find out?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, wondering what I could respond.

“Then I’ll fuck you again until you do get pregnant with my child. You’re my live in relationship partner now, Shakīlah Salmān.” I said, placing my hand on her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān womb and kissing her roughly.

“Now let’s go to bed.” I said, picking her up completely and heading towards the stairs.

I carried her up the steps and dropped her in the bed, getting in after her, both of us completely nude.

I cupped her breast from behind and kissed her neck, both of us falling to sleep, my Uncut Hindu Cock once again in her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy and on her husband’s bed.

A week and a half later, Shakīlah Salmān missed her period and took a pregnancy test.

Shakīlah Salmān ran into my room, tears in her eyes, so happy from the joy of finally being able to be a mother again.

“Durgesh!” Shakīlah Salmān practically screamed.

“Yeah gorgeous?” I said, kissing her hard on the mouth and cupping her gorgeous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“The test was positive! I’m pregnant! I’m going to bear your child!” Shakīlah Salmān exclaimed, happier than Shakīlah Salmān could remember.

“Seriously? That’s great, Shakīlah Salmān!” I said as I rubbed her stomach and womb admiring my work.

I picked her up by the waist as Shakīlah Salmān wrapped her legs around my lower body, pressing her lips softly against mine.

“Thank you, Durgesh, the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā. You have successfully impregnated infinite of Musalmān houseladies. You have no idea how happy this makes all of us! A son is a son after all. Shakīlah Salmān loves you!” Shakīlah Salmān said, completely falling in love with me.

I broke the kiss and spoke, grabbing her ass with one of my strong hands.

I ripped her thin shirt off with my other, cupping her naked breast.
Shakīlah Salmān moaned softly as my tongue flicked over her sensitive breast.

“So what do you think we’re gonna do now that I’m pregnant?” Shakīlah Salmān asked as I set her down, running my hands down her sides and over to her wide hips.

“I’m gonna fuck you every day of your pregnancy and keep filling your pregnant Pakistani Sunni Musalmān womb with my hot Hindu cum until you have our child. Then I’ll fuck you more until you’re pregnant again,” I announced casually.

Shakīlah Salmān slowly walked towards my bed; removing her tights and jumping on it, leaving her nude save for her sopping white panties.

Shakīlah Salmān arched her back, giving me a perfect view of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, and motioned me to join her.

As I climbed into the bed and began running my hands up her body, Shakīlah Salmān asked me what we would do about her husband.

“When he comes back, what are we supposed to do?”

“We can move away and start a family of our own. Then Shakīlah Salmān can fuck me for the rest of her life.” I said, pushing her onto her back and removing her panties.

I pulled down my shorts and pointed my enormous Uncut Hindu Cock at her waiting, Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

“Sounds good, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā! Shakīlah Salmān loves you!” Shakīlah Salmān said, “Now fuck your horny, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān live in relationship partner!”

“Shakīlah Salmān, I love you too, Shakīlah Salmān!” I said as I pushed my Hindu manhood deepest inside her tight, sopping Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

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Ammī, you toooo? 3

Posted: November 19, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Åārifah Al Aslam, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

Ammī, you toooo?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

I kissed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s inner thighs as well.

I looked up at her and smiled, “I’m not going to let you leave this bed for the rest of the weekend…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and smiled, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was on fire,

“I need your Uncut Hindu Cock inside me, méré Hindu Piyā.”

I leaned down to kiss Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt again.

I looked up at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“Does Åārifah Aslam want to fuck her best friend, philosopher and guide?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and started to pull me up her body,

“Åārifah Aslam wants to fuck her BIG emperor…”

My hard, wet Uncut Hindu Cock dragged against Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s naked Musalmān skin as I moved up her body.

We kissed again as Al Åārifah Al Aslam spread her legs wide for me.

I had a Moment of clarity before I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“Last chance to stop before we jump off a cliff together, Åārifah Aslam…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam felt my Uncut Hindu Prick throb against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and smiled,

“Mmmm, just like my best friend, philosopher and guide, to be thinking about his Åārifah Aslam. Don’t think my master, don’t worry. Just fuck me,” she said.

I mounted Al Åārifah Al Aslam and smiled wide,

“Anything for you, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I pressed against her and thrust inside of her.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly, her eyes bulging again as I thrust my throbbing Hindu member inside her.

“Oooohhhhhhhhhhhuuughhhhhhh…” she groaned.

My Uncut Hindu Cock got even harder as I slide inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s hot wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān canal.

Sliding inside her sent shivers of pleasure up my spine.

I pulled back and thrust inside her again.

“Mmmmm I fuck you, Åārifah Aslammmmm…” I grunted.

I started to fuck Al Åārifah Al Aslam hard and slow, her breasts shaking and swaying as my hard Hindu shaft slid balls deep inside her.

“Fuck. Fuck. Ffffuck!!” yelled Al Åārifah Al Aslam. “Fuck me Durgesh, fuck Åārifah Aslam…” she encouraged.

I started to saw in and out of Al Åārifah Al Aslam, making sure she felt every inch of my hard ever young Uncut Hindu Cock as I fucked her for the first time.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam felt me press against her as I fucked her.

It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

All Muħammad Ħabīb, all the orgies, all the threesomes, nothing made her pussy buzz like fucking her Hindu benefactor.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrapped her legs around me, sucking me into her as I fucked her.

I smiled as I felt Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrap her legs around me,

“How long has it been since you were fucked Åārifah Aslam?” I asked as I thrust into her.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she bit her lip.

She reached down to rub herself as I scratched her itch,

“Too long Durgesh. Your ever incompetent stepson hasn’t fucked me in over a year. Just rubber for Åārifah Aslam…”

I smirked and fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam harder and deeper.

My Uncut Hindu Cock glistened with Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Musalmān wetness as I slid balls deep inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam and held my cock in place,

“No more rubber cocks for Al Åārifah Al Aslam, just her Hindu lover’s.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly at how nasty and wrong that was according to Pseudo Musalmīn,

“Mmmmm yessssssss Durgesh, fuck your Musalmān stepBahū Bégum.”

I grabbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s wrists as I pinned her down on the bed.

Her legs fell to the side as I fucked her harder and deeper.

My Uncut Hindu Cock drove into her hard and fast, my balls slapping loudly against her as we fucked.

“Your young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy feels so good around my sixty six years old Uncut Hindu Cock,” I grunted.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Musalmān pussy was on fire as I thrust back and forth inside of her, she was unable to respond, just moan.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmm Durgeshhhh…”

I smiled as I pulled my cock from Al Åārifah Al Aslam, picked her up and put her on her hands and knees.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked back at me so with glassy eyes, she loved being manhandled and moaned again when I thrust back deep inside her.

I held her tightly as I pumped into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy from behind.

Her head hung down as she sucked in a breath and tried to comprehend how I, her only protector, was giving her the fucking of her life.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam grabbed her right breast and played with her hard nipple; she toyed with it and twisted it as I pounded her from behind.

I pounded Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s pussy as hard as I’d fucked anyone.

My Uncut Hindu Cock speared into Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I loved the way I looked balls deep inside of the woman who gave me her life.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to moan louder and louder as she was fucked by me,

“More Durgesh, more. Fuck Åārifah Aslam harder. Harder. HARDER!”

I picked up the pace even more as I savagely pounded Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she egged me on.

I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam harder and deeper.

“More, more!” she moaned.

I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam faster and faster.

“Harder, harder!” she groaned.

I slammed deep and fast into Al Åārifah Al Aslam again and again.

“Yes, yes, yessssssssss…” she hissed.

It went on as if infinite.

Neither she was tired nor I.

Ultimately, I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Åārifah Al Aslam as my cock throbbed and my orgasm started to build.

Our bodies glistened as we fucked on her bed.

I pulled out of Al Åārifah Al Aslam and put her on her back once again,

“Nnnnnnoooo…” Al Åārifah Al Aslam whined.

I grinned as I looked down at Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

I dipped my head down to kiss on her sweaty, juicy, plump breasts.

“I just wanted to look you in the eye when I cum inside you Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I thrust back inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned again,

“Mmmmmm yesssss,” as my Uncut Hindu Cock filled her up.

The bed shook and squeaked as I fucked her,

“You do want me to cum inside you, don’t you, Åārifah Aslam?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam reached down to grab my hips and pull my Uncut Hindu Cock deeper inside her,

“Mmmm yes,” she huffed. “Fill Åārifah Aslam up you old naughty Hindu scoundrel. You naughty Bahū Bégumfucker.”

I smiled as Al Åārifah Al Aslam called me a Bahū Bégumfucker, my thrusts picked up and I fucked her harder and harder as we started to kiss hungrily.

My big Uncut Hindu Cock disappeared inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as we moved together, slowing our coupling as our orgasms grew as one.

“Here it comes Åārifah Aslam,” I grunted.

My Uncut Hindu Cock exploded inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as I looked her in the eye.

“Yes Durgesh, YES!” she yelled as her body shook as she came all over my plunging Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock hard as I pumped load after load inside of her, cumming hard as I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam with all my might.

“Allaaahhhhhhhhhh…” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as orgasm after orgasm washed over her body, “feed Åārifah Aslam…”

My muscles strained as grunted and pumped one last load inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as our mutual orgasms rose to a fever pitch.

“Ooohhhh yes Åārifah Aslam yes. So fucking perfect yessss…” I grunted again.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and my orgasms slowly died down until I pulled out of Al Åārifah Al Aslam and collapsed beside her, my chest heaving as I took a deep breath.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I said. “I can’t believe that actually happened.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam licked her lips and wiped her hair from her face, a wicked smile crossed her face as she looked over at me.

“Any regrets?”

I looked over at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“Hell, no. Never. I love the every moment of our tremendous coupling.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled, moved closer to me and leaned over to kiss me,

“You were amazing, Durgesh, even at your sixty six? Allah, I still can’t believe it. You are miraculous. “she said as she lovingly combed my hair with her hand.

I smiled as I cupped Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s naked Musalmān body in my arm as she half lay on top of me.

“I think it’s time you took your online profile down,” I smiled.

“You naughty Bahū Bégumfucker,” she teased.

“And proud of it.”*

Any inhibitions that may have lingered disappeared for good that day.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I embraced our taboo secret completely and fully enjoyed each other and ourselves.

We had no second thoughts and our familial relationship made our lust and our fuck sessions hotter.

I became an accomplished Bahū Bégum fucker spending every night over the summer in Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s bed.

The only nights I didn’t spend in Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s bed were the nights she spent in my, wanting to savor the kink of fucking me in my bed, in my room and spending the night there.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I fucked in every room of the house and in every way possible.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam developed a habit of riding my big Uncut Hindu Dick; she loved to bounce on my Uncut Hindu Cock as much as I loved to watch her slide down my Hindu shaft.

Our new relationship wasn’t based solely on our kink however.

There was a tenderness to it and total and complete trust that allowed us to explore freely with one another.

We made love as often as we fucked.

My friends noticed I was spending less time with them but we were all so busy that it never really came up.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s friends also noticed a difference but unlike my friends, they did press her on it.

They noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was more cheerful and deduced it was because of a man but Al Åārifah Al Aslam wouldn’t tell her friends who the mystery man was.

Even Muħammad Ħabīb noticed her cheerful state.

Their divorce actually progressed quite quickly without any incidents.

Muħammad Ħabīb was eager to move on with the new woman in his life and Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s desire for revenge was quelled by her tryst with me.

It didn’t hurt that she also did quite well in the divorce, Muħammad Ħabīb was happy to give up the house save for some family heirlooms which Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t want anyway.

At the end of the process Muħammad Ħabīb asked me what had gotten into Al Åārifah Al Aslam and as badly as I wanted to say I had gotten inside of Al Åārifah Al Aslam, I decided to be ambiguous and let him guess.

I returned home from my job one late Friday afternoon to find my Åārifah Aslam sunbathing topless in the backyard.

“Going European, are we?” I asked with a smile as I walked over to kiss Al Åārifah Al Aslam hello.

Our kiss was long and passionate.

“Are you complaining?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked with a smirk as she propped herself up on her elbows.

I grinned as I sat down beside Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“Not at all” I replied as my Uncut Hindu Cock started to throb. “So, how does it feel to be a single woman again?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam bit her lip, her nipples started to harden immediately,

“It makes me horny.” She looked right at me.
I grunted with lust and stood up in front of Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

I took off my shirt and unzipped my jeans, kicking them off.

“Thank God for tall fences,” I said as I pushed my boxers down and let my Uncut Hindu Cock spring free.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled as she swung her legs around as sat up on the deck chair,

“Mmmmm hello,” she said as she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to stroke my shaft.

I watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam lovingly stroked my cock,

“As much as I love fucking you out here, Åārifah Aslam,” I started, “why don’t we take this inside and celebrate your new found single status?”

“I thought we celebrated that Tuesday and Wednesday night?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked with a smile, remembering the hard fucking I gave her while the ink on her divorce was still wet.

“Let’s celebrate your first weekend as a single woman then,” I said.

“Mmmmmm” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned, “I’m a Hindu fucker Muslimah now, you know,” she teased.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam stood up and let go of my cock to take my hand.

I wrapped my arm around Al Åārifah Al Aslam as we walked inside.

Once we were in the privacy of our own home, I pressed her against the wall and kissed her again.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam hungrily kissed me, her desire to be fucked once again growing with every second.

“You know,” I said as I broke our kiss, “I seem to remember sexygal69 saying in her profile that she wanted to ride a hot ever young experienced Hindu bronco and throw it in her ex-husbands face. How about we celebrate by taking some naughty pictures…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly,

“Mmmmmm fuck yes, you naughty old boy.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I scurried upstairs where I pinned Al Åārifah Al Aslam down on the bed and started to pull her bikini bottoms down her shapely legs.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam rubbed and played with her tits as I stripped her naked.

She still couldn’t believe how much our lives had changed in one summer and how much she loved it.

She was in a sexual relationship with me.

She was fucking me.

Her Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Hindu.

And she loved it.

I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy,

“I love this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy so much…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled,

“Whose pussy does my old scoundrel Hindu stepfather in law love?”

I looked up,

“I love Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s pussy,” I grinned.

“Åārifah Aslam’s pussy is your pussy darling, you can have Åārifah Aslam’s pussy whenever you want,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned.

I kissed on her pussy as I put her legs over my shoulders.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam pulled on her nipples as she watched.
Nothing had been off limits since we started fucking.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam made Muħammad Ħabīb work to lick her ass but willingly offered it to me.

We had once spent an entire weekend where I exclusively fucked her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It was so primal that Al Åārifah Al Aslam had never felt so alive.

Pleasure rocked through Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s body as my constant attention boiled over.

I felt the goosebumps on Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s thighs as she whined my named loudly,

“Durgeshhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!” she moaned as she came hard.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled at my actions,

“you bad old boy,” she said. “Stand up for Åārifah Aslam.”

I did as I was told and watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam crawled towards me on the bed.

She looked hot as she swayed back and forth sensually on the bed, her large breasts dragging against the sheets.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam grabbed my immensely hard Uncut Hindu Cock once again and licked the tip as I stood as the head of the bed.

“Mmmmm how Åārifah Aslam loves this Uncut Hindu Cock,” she said.

“My Uncut Hindu Cock loves Åārifah Aslam,” I grinned.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam licked my shaft and then sucked me into her mouth.

I moaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam bobbed back and forth on my Hindu shaft and then let it pop from her lips.

“Will Åārifah Aslam need to fight off all those slutty college Musalmān girls when classes start up in a few weeks?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam teased, “You teach them Eīshān Vigyān, practicals, I mean.”

I smiled as my hands moved to Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s head, my Uncut Hindu Cock already slipping back inside her mouth,

“Those slutty college Musalmān girls aren’t even in your league.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and sucked on my throbbing Hindu member before pulling off my cock once again,

“Mmm just like your ever incompetent stepson isn’t in…”

My Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed at the unusual, but arousing, compliment and Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled.

She kissed the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock and then reached over to her bedside table to get her smartphone.

“Now take some pictures of your Åārifah Aslam gagging on your Uncut Hindu Cock to send to your ever incompetent Musalmān stepson.”

I groaned loudly and Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled again before swallowing my shaft.

I steadied myself as I took a picture of Al Åārifah Al Aslam sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock.

There was every way for Muħammad Ħabīb to know whose cock it was and that made it even better.

“Take a picture of me sucking the head of your delicious Uncut Hindu Cock, I want your Stepson to see how big you are,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam directed.

I did as I was told, wanting to please Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

I took a picture of Al Åārifah Al Aslam sucking the head of my wet Uncut Hindu Cock, licking my shaft from the tip down to my balls and of her swallowing me whole.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Åārifah Aslam, Muħammad Ħabīb is going to flip out when he sees this.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she continued to suck my cock.

Her head lovingly bobbed on the Hindu organ she had quickly decided she couldn’t live without.

“This is just the beginning Durgesh, we’re going to show your Stepson what a man you are for Åārifah Aslam.”

I smiled as Al Åārifah Al Aslam kissed my Uncut Hindu Cock with her soft pouty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips,

“I want you to record Åārifah Aslam sucking your Uncut Hindu Cock, 15 or 30 seconds of me going to town on this gorgeous Uncut Hindu Prick.”

“Anything for you, Åārifah Aslam.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled at my words and then started to lewdly suck my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I nodded when I was recording and Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t disappoint.

She sucked me deep into her mouth and loudly sucked and slurped on my Uncut Hindu Prick.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam pulled off My wet cock and looked up at the camera,

“Muħammad Ħabīb baby, this is the best cock I’ve ever had. Look at it,” she said as she kissed it, “look how big and juicy it is.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam swallowed me once more and bobbed her head three times before pulling her lips from my dick.

A long line of spit once again connected my Uncut Hindu Cock to Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and it was perfect.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled hornily and sucked it up and that was where the short video ended.

“Great, Åārifah Aslam,” I exclaimed.

“Was I good?”

I smirked,

“Were you good?” I shook my head, “you were like a porn star!”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled again, “mmmm how many Bahū Bégums have their fathers in law tell them they acted like a porn star and take it as a compliment?”

My cock throbbed as Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to stroke me,

“I don’t know, but we’re the lucky ones…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned softly and kissed my Uncut Hindu Cock,

“Yes we are. Now be a good old boy and lie back on the bed so Åārifah Aslam can bounce on your ever miraculous Uncut Hindu Dick and you can show your Stepson how much I really love my old Hindu scoundrel.”

My cock lurched at the improbable scenario but I didn’t hesitate.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I got on the bed, my cock still rock hard.

Despite all we had done over the summer an argument could be made we had ‘over indulged’ in one another, I was still as eager as day one to please Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

As Al Åārifah Al Aslam that made Al Åārifah Al Aslam proud, as my lover it made her want me even more.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at my hard Uncut Hindu Cock and me.

It glistened with her saliva and bobbed back and forth.

“Record me as I slide down your Uncut Hindu Cock shaft, honey,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam directed.

I immediately complied as I grabbed the phone and started to record.

The camera watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam moved over me and rubbed her Musalmān wetness against my Hindu shaft.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned down to kiss my cock from the side as if she were eating a cob of corn.

“I loooooove this Uncut Hindu Cock,” she said as she looked in the camera.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam positioned her drooling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy above my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to push down.

I stifled a groan, wanting to give every hint as to whose cock Al Åārifah Al Aslam was so eager to fuck.

Slowly Al Åārifah Al Aslam took my Uncut Hindu Cock deeper, inch by inch,

“Mmmmmm I looooooove this Uncut Hindu Cock,” she repeated.

The camera caught it all as Al Åārifah Al Aslam impaled herself on my Uncut Hindu Cock, sliding deeper and deeper until I was buried deepest inside her.

“Allah! Oooohhhhh God yes, you Hindu STUD!”

The camera shook slightly as lust boiled hot within me.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as I struggled to contain myself, “Hold on Hindu lover, you can put the camera down and fuck me senseless in a minute.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to tease her ex-husband, and in the process herself and me, as she slowly lifted herself off my Uncut Hindu Cock and then down again.

“Uuuhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!” she squealed.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to ride me as I recorded our taboo lust. She bounced again and again on my Hindu shaft, showing her husband she’d moved on.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she started to fuck herself using my juicy Hindu prick.

The camera scrolled up to catch her bouncing Musalmān breasts and her glazed over lusty eyes as pleasure swam through her veins.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled and blew a kiss to the camera,

“You blew it Durgesh, now I blow me!” she cackled as the recording finally ended because Al Åārifah Al Aslam now ultimately could not help herself any longer.

I tossed the phone aside and grabbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam cooed and moaned as I started to fuck her back and we fell into a hot and hard rhythm.

The bed shook as we fucked each other with a great hot ashvinātam lust.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s body glistened as she fucked me.

The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room and fuelled our lust.

I looked up at Al Åārifah Al Aslam as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body glistened with sweat, putting a perfect shine to all her features.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam propped herself up on me by putting her hands on my chest as she grinded against my shaft. Our fucking evolved into lovemaking as our pace slowed but our desire continued to build.

“Åārifah Aslam loves you so much, Durgesh.”

I smiled,

“I love you too, Åārifah Aslam, more than anything.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned down to kiss me hungrily and passionately, kissing me with a love she had felt for no other person.

“I’d do anything for you, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I broke our kiss.

“I know you would, méré Hindu Piyā. I know this is wrong as per my Pseudo Musalmīn morals, but I don’t care. I never want this to stop. I never want you to stop fucking me. Never stop,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned.

I started to speak but Al Åārifah Al Aslam stopped me, “Hush Durgesh, Åārifah Aslam doesn’t plan on sharing you just yet…” she grinned.

I smiled in response and rolled Al Åārifah Al Aslam over so she was on her back.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam squealed in surprise and moaned as I took control and started to fuck her harder.

“Nothing is going to stop me from fucking you ever, Al Åārifah Al Aslam,” I grunted.

“I will never stop fucking Al Åārifah Al Aslam, and you will always be my true love. My kindred spirit.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and groaned as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock deepest inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, using my elevated fucking skills to curl her toes as her orgasm grew.

“Mmmmmm Durgesh, my sweet old boy, keep talking like that and I may not ever be ready to share you with the world…”

I smiled as our fucking grew in intensity.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam offered herself completely to me as I thrust hard and deep into her.

I used every muscle in my body that I possibly could to fuck and pleasure Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

I dug my Uncut Hindu Dick deepest into her over and over.

I moaned loudly as her plump, round breasts shook with our every thrust.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as I fucked her harder and deeper, my Uncut Hindu Cock powering into her again and again.

She wrapped her legs around my waist to lock my Uncut Hindu Cock deepest inside her.

“Your Uncut Hindu Cock belongs to me, Durgesh…” she moaned softly.

My head dipped down as I kissed her skin as I fucked her, my orgasm building in tune with hers.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam could sense my growing orgasm and in turn it fuelled hers.

“Fuck me hard Durgesh , fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeee…” she whined.

I did as Al Åārifah Al Aslam told me and fucked her harder and harder.

Every muscle strained in my body as I poured all my energy into pleasuring Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

I sped up my Hindu thrusts as I pounded Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with all the energy I had.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moved her hips in tune with me as I filled her totally and completely with my Hindu tool.

I held her tightly as our mutual desire grew until it boiled over and I came hard inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

“Åārifah Aslam, Åārifah Aslam, Åārifah Aslam, fuck yes Åārifah Aslammmmm” I grunted as I thrust and then popped off inside her welcoming Musalmān pussy.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s eyes bulged as she felt my Hindu intensity grow and then culminate in my taboo explosion and that triggered her own orgasm.

“Allaaahhhhhhhhhh DURGESH!”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam shook and came hard all over my Hindu shaft as I came deepest inside of her.

My Uncut Hindu Cock went even deeper inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as I pumped load after load inside of her while holding her tight and kissing her passionately.

“Mmmmmmm yes Durgesh, yes, cum in Åārifah Aslam. Give it all to Åārifah Aslam…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I came together before finally giving way to exhaustion and falling down to the bed.

I reached over to grab Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s smartphone.

“One last picture,” I said as I took a picture of my Hindu cum oozing from Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s freshly fucked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I took one more showing her entire contented state.

“I wish we could do a selfie like this,” She said.

I smiled.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned over to kiss me softly on the lips.

“And we both know this is just the start of the rest of our lives…”

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Ammī, you toooo? 2

Posted: November 18, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Åārifah Al Aslam, Al Navīdah Al Vasīm, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Islamic State of Iraq and Syria, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Seven Movements, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Taħannus, Yazīd malåūn | Leave a comment

Ammī, you toooo?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I walked to the edge of the water then set Al Åārifah Al Aslam down,

“You don’t think I’d actually throw my own Bahū Bégum in the water, did you?” I asked with a wry grin.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam breathed a deep sigh of relief and then smiled at me,

“You should have,” she grinned as she pushed me into the water.

I bellowed as I tumbled in the water and surfaced quickly, a big grin on my face.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam shrieked again as I popped out of the pool and started to chase after her.

She ran around the backyard before I scooped her up into my arms and carried her over to the pool.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam gave me the puppy dog look as she squirmed in my arms,

“You wouldn’t throw your dear little Bahū Bégum in the pool, would you?”

I grinned,

“My dear Bahū Bégum? No. My hot young Bahū Bégum… yes.”

And with that, I jumped into the pool while still holding Al Åārifah Al Aslam, letting her go as we hit the water.

I laughed as I came up for air.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam surfaced a Moment later.

She wiped her hair from her face and giggled as she splashed me.

We both splashed and played in the pool before we wound up in the shallow end.

I sat on the steps as I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam on top of me.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam straddled me in the water as we caught our breath.

“So you think I’m hot, do you?” she smiled.

My hands slipped over her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t stop me,

“I do. Not exactly breaking news.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinded against me as she leaned into me,

“Well, there aren’t exactly a lot of men breaking down my door,” she breathed.
“You have to take the padlock off the front door first, Åārifah Aslam,” I replied.
“Are you telling me you want me to do that?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.

I didn’t break eye contact with Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she stayed on my lap,

“Hell, no.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinned widely,

“I didn’t think so.”

I held Al Åārifah Al Aslam close and then leaned in to kiss her, finally tasting her young red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she kissed me, I held her tightly and kissed her with heat and passion.

Her arms went around my neck as she grinded against my growing Hindu hard-on, our lips locked in a hot taboo embrace.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I kissed like teenagers as we pressed against each other in the pool, my tongue slipping inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as I succumbed to my lust.

“Mmmmmm, Åārifah Aslam,” I moaned as I broke our kiss.

“Allah! Oh my God,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned, “That was so hot. I’ve wanted that for so long.”

My ever-efficient Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed as I heard Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s words and she felt it.

“Me too,” I said.

We started to kiss again only to stop just as quickly, “what’s wrong?” I asked.

“I want this so bad, but I can’t. It’s wrong. I’m your Bahū Bégum,” she said.

“It’s ok, Åārifah Aslam, I too want this now. I too want you. You aren’t only that wants me.” I replied.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam extricated herself from me,

“It is wrong. We can’t do this,” she said as she pulled away from me and ran inside.

I watched Al Åārifah Al Aslam run inside and went after her.

I went upstairs and heard her crying in her room, “Åārifah Aslam?” I called as I knocked on the door.

“Not now Durgesh. It’s wrong, we can’t do this, I’m your Bahū Bégum,” she cried.

Durgesh turned the knob and went inside,

“We need to talk.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me,

“Durgesh! Please! I’m embarrassed enough!”

I walked over to the en suite bathroom to grab a towel and some tissues.

I came back into the bedroom, and wrapped the towel around Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

And handed her a tissue.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I sat down beside her.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam sighed deeply as she leaned against me, “I’m such a fool.”

I rubbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s arms through the towel, “Don’t be silly Åārifah Aslam, you’re perfect.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me and started to talk when I stopped her,

“Let me speak,” I said.

“A few weeks ago when I was fixing your laptop I found your online profile,” I started as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s eyes bulged in surprise.

“It was wrong but I checked it out and I’ve checked your profile every day since. I checked it so often I had to get my own … and then I couldn’t help myself and started chatting with you online. I’m the one you’ve been talking to, Åārifah Aslam. So if there’s something wrong with you there’s something wrong with me and we can be wrong together,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was shocked as I revealed all,

“You mean…” she started.

“Yup,” I said. “We’ve been sharing our secrets, swapping pictures… nurturing our mutual desire.”

“You planned this?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.

I shook my head,

“No. It just… happened. It was you. Deep down I guess I’ve always had you,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled for the first time,

“Me? So, you really want to…”

I nodded,

“I want to do whatever you want, Åārifah Aslam. But if you’re asking me what I really want, I want to fuck you, Al Åārifah Al Aslam.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s nipples instantly responded to my words,

“You want to fuck me?”

I nodded.

“Say it again,” she said.

“I want to fuck you, Åārifah Aslam,” I repeated.

“Again,” she said.

“I want to fuck you, Åārifah Aslam,” I smiled.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinned a lusty grin as she stood up and faced me.

She tossed her towel aside.

She reached behind her back and undid her top, letting it fall to the floor as her gorgeous breasts spilled free, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī female Musalmān lust and desire now fuelling her actions.

I stared at Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s chest in wonderment, not believing this was actually happening.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as I gawked at her, “mmmmmm Åārifah Aslam wants to fuck her big boy…” she moaned.

I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam back onto my lap and kissed her again, her naked Musalmān breasts pressing against my Hindu male chest as we kissed for a third time.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I kissed on the bed.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam straddled me and felt my growing Uncut Hindu Cock against her.

And it turned her on even more.

I fell back on the bed.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam stayed on top of me as we kissed hungrily.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam broke the kiss and looked down at me, “Did you really mean all the things you wrote?” she asked.

I nodded,

“Every single thing.”

“And that was really your Uncut Hindu Cock you sent me?”

I nodded again,

“Of course, you think I have lots of dick pics sitting around?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled,

“No, but it looked too good to be true,” she said as she kissed softly down my body until she reached my swim trunks.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked up at me as she slowly undid my swim suit and tugged it down my legs, letting my hard experienced Uncut Hindu Cock to spring free.

“Mmmmmm you weren’t lying,” she said as she licked her lips.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s lust grew as she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to stroke me slowly.

Her smile grew even larger when I groaned softly as she stroked my Hindu shaft.

“I bet the girls really love this Uncut Hindu Cock …” she hissed.

I smiled as I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“They really do, but what I really want to know is if Al Åārifah Al Aslam likes it.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam had a mischievous glint in her eye as she stroked me slowly once more before her red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips approached my Hindu shaft and sucked me into her warm wet mouth.

I groaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock,

“Ooohhhhh fuck, yes, Åārifah Aslam.”

I watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head bobbed up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock as she expertly swallowed it, her lips gliding up and down my Hindu shaft.

My cock slipped from Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s mouth and she started to stroke me again,

“Does that answer your question?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.

“Mmmmmm fuck Åārifah Aslam…” I groaned as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s salvia glistened on my Uncut Hindu Prick .

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she kissed and stroked my hard cock,

“Mmmm that will happen soon enough,” she teased.

I groaned again as Al Åārifah Al Aslam slowly dragged her tongue along my shaft and took my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

The sound of Al Åārifah Al Aslam blowing me, while I moaned, filled the room and turned us both on.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I love how you suck my Uncut Hindu Cock…” I groaned.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled and continued to suck my cock, it was so big and hard, she loved the way it felt in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and she loved the taboo of sucking off me.

I ran my hands through Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s hair as she sucked and slurped on my Uncut Hindu Dick, I wanted to watch every second as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s mouth pleasured my cock.

“I want you so bad Åārifah Aslam, even more than I did in the pool when you were sitting on my Uncut Hindu Cock. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you.” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to stroke my cock as she sucked on my balls, her hand moving up and down my wet cock.

“Tell Åārifah Aslam what you’d do to her…” she moaned.

I smiled as I moved my hips, thrusting slowly against Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s hand.

“I’d fuck my Åārifah Aslam good and hard. I’d fuck her balls deep. I’d fuck Åārifah Aslam until my Uncut Hindu Cock was worn out,” I started.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy was on fire as she toyed with my balls and stroked my Hindu shaft.

“I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house. I’m going to fuck you in my bed; I’m going to fuck you in this bed and fuck you better than Muħammad Ħabīb ever did. I’m going to fuck you while we eat breakfast, I’m going to bend you over the couch and fuck you in the family room. I’m going to fuck you in the shower, in the grass out back, on the washing machine and everywhere in between,” I continued.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly as I went on and on all the places, I would fuck her, she took my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as my shaft throbbed.

She sucked my Hindu shaft with increased intensity now as her entire Musalmān body felt like it was on fire.

“Cum for Åārifah Aslam,” she breathed, “Åārifah Aslam wants to taste her infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā.”*

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled at her daughter.

Despite her later thirties, she still didn’t understand what the present åālmīn, what the present day MULTIVERSE was.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was still living in her mental hypocritical universe.

She thought the present day Pseudo Islam was the true Islam.

No, it wasn’t.

Yet, the Pseudo Musalmīn were very much more in number than the true Musalmīn.

It wasn’t that only Pseudo Musalmīn were manifold of the true Musalmīn in number.

Even the Christians were so, even the Jews were so, even the Pārsīs were so and even the Hindus were so.

“The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually a military power, Åārifah,” Al Navīdah Al Vasīm said fucking me vehemently, “Islamic State of Iraq and Syria is its worst product. When Yazīd malåūn revived the pre Islamic military power of Årab people, he deliberately did it to snatch away its spiritual power Ħuzūr^s gave it. He deliberately snatched away its oxygen, Taħannus. If Taħannus were still an integral part of Islam, as it was in the days of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, Yazīd malåūn couldn’t have converted almost the entire Musalmīn into military power.”

“I can’t understand the reason you are preaching me true Islam, Ammī.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said curtly, “If you think you can justify in this way what you are doing with my father in law, you are quite mistaken.”

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled,

“Durgesh isn’t your father in law. Muħammad Ħabīb isn’t Durgesh’s son.”

“I know.”

“That’s why there isn’t any problem that you fuck Durgesh.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was not easily controlling herself from losing her ever righteous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān temper.

She laughed lightly.

“Previously I wondered, Ammī, why you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies are crazy to invite other Musalmān houseladies who don’t fuck Durgesh, to fuck Durgesh either under this pretext or that.”

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm never lost her patience.

She always kept her mind cool when she argued about anything with someone.

She too laughed lightly.

“Now you are wiser?”

“You couldn’t control yourselves.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled contemptuously, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever lier, her ever Durgesh obsessed, young Musalmān lady brigade, spread the lie that Durgesh is the ever best sex specialist, he fucks best. You tried to experience it and lost your chastity, your sanctity, to Durgesh in the process, as well as your Īmān too.”

“Īmān?” her Ammī, Al Navīdah Al Vasīm laughed open heartedly fucking me more and more vehemently.

“Yes!” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said contemptuously, “Īmān. That’s more precious than anything is. As your passion to fuck Durgesh fulfilled, you foolish yet beautiful Musalmān houseladies realize what the utmost precious thing you have lost forever. Your conscience reproaches you. To compensate it, you want the rest of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies also fuck Durgesh themselves, so that you can explain to your conscience that it’s nothing abnormal at all. It’s absolutely normal.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam never even imagined then, what she was doing now, she would herself do some day.*

My Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed as I listened to Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was driving me insane as I thrust my Hindu shaft deeper in her Musalmān hotness.

Her hard nipples rubbed against my skin as she sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock and slurped loudly on my hot Hindu rod.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam hadn’t been this hot since she and Muħammad Ħabīb went to our last swingers party years ago and none of the cock’s she’d sucked over the years made her as hot as mine.

I grunted and groaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam continued her taboo assault on my Hindu shaft until I couldn’t help myself anymore.

“Here it comes,” I grunted through gritted teeth.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she sucked me, her eyes bulging when I finally released and came hard down her Musalmān throat.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam sucked harder on my sprouting Uncut Hindu Prick as my Hindu sperm coated her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue and throat.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she swallowed my Hindu load, she hadn’t swallowed with Muħammad Ħabīb even, but she just had to taste me.

Her beautiful Musalmān lady friends claimed it was the tastiest thing they swallowed ever.

She licked her lips as she lifted from my shaft, a long line of spit connected my Uncut Hindu Cock to her beautiful red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and she eagerly kissed my Uncut Hindu Cock head to clean it up.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as my Uncut Hindu Cock still stayed hard, she started to stroke me again,

“You taste so good, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā.”

I smiled as I looked up at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“No one ever sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock like that Åārifah Aslam. No one ever made me cum that hard.”

Yes, it was a lie.

But Al Åārifah Al Aslam needed it.

And I never claimed to be Harishchandr, neither I ever wanted to be.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she climbed up my nude Hindu male body, licking my Hindu male skin along the way,

“Mmmm well Åārifah Aslam knows how to take care of her Hindu protector…”

I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam up to me and kissed her again.

We kissed hungrily on the bed as I rolled Al Åārifah Al Aslam onto her back.

She felt my hand snake down to her soaked bikini bottoms and slip under them.

I smiled when I felt how wet Al Åārifah Al Aslam was and Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned when I started to feel her up.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me,

“Åārifah Aslam is so horny, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā.”

I slowly undid her bikini bottoms and tossed them away,

“Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” I smirked.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I moved between her legs and spread them wide.

She had expected me to just fuck her like Muħammad Ħabīb would have after she sucked my cock but instead I dried her wet Musalmān Pussy with a napkin and then kissed her there passionately.

It was a long kiss itself.

I caused her to moan,

“Mmmm Allah, God, Durgesh, kiss Åārifah Aslam’s pussy…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to pinch and play with her nipples as I kissed her there.

“Mmmm Master fucker Hindu, Åārifah Aslam is going to fuck you so good…,” she groaned.

Chapter 3

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Ammī, you toooo? 1

Posted: November 17, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Åārifah Al Aslam, Al Navīdah Al Vasīm, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Modern Democratic Årabia, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

**Ammī, you toooo?**

Chapter 1

I heard Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb before I saw them as I arrived home.

As had become the norm, they were fighting.

I paused for a moment as I listened to them from outside the front door then jangled my keys and loudly played with the lock to signal my arrival.

I sighed as the fighting stopped once I entered.

Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb were in the front foyer sporting fake smiles as I walked in,

“Hey Åārifah Aslam, Muħammad Ħabīb, what’s up?”

Muħammad Ħabīb was not in a chatting mood.

He simply picked up a bag that lay at his feet,

“Nothing buddy, I just stopped by to pick up a few things I need for a business trip,” Muħammad Ħabīb said as he walked over to me.

Muħammad Ħabīb looked back at his beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“I’ll email you,” Muħammad Ħabīb said simply before turning to me, “Take care of your Bahū Bégum. Will you, Dad, please?”

I didn’t bother saying goodbye to my stepson.

Muħammad Ħabīb was out the door with the door closed before I even had a chance to say the words.

Instead, I walked over to Al Åārifah Al Aslam and gave her a hello kiss on the cheek,

“You ok, Åārifah?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled and put on a brave face for me,

“Of course, I am, Durgesh, and how was your day?”

I ignored Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s question as we walked inside,

“You don’t seem ok, Åārifah, come on, what’s up? What did your idiot husband, Muħammad Ħabīb, say?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam sighed as the weight of a bad day came crashing down, tears formed in her eyes as she stepped closer to her one and only protector and hugged me tight,

“Your ever incompetent stepson is officially filing for divorce,” she said as tears ran down her cheeks.

I hugged Al Åārifah Al Aslam tightly and held her as the words sunk in.

I wasn’t surprised Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb were getting divorced.

They had been separated for months and their marriage had been slowly deteriorating for years before that.

I rubbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s back softly and wiped away her tears as she looked at me,

“I’m sorry, Åārifah Aslam. I know you really tried to make it work.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled at me, she was so lucky to have me in her life.

While her relationship with her soon to be ex-husband was in poor shape, her relationship with me couldn’t have been better.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam broke the hug and wiped her tears away,

“You know where he’s going, don’t you? He’s going away with HER – business trip his ass.”

“Do you think she would remain with him?”

“None can. Everyone needs physical satisfaction completely.”

“And Muħammad Ħabīb can’t provide it?”

“He can, but he is obsessed in doing other things, instead of normal matrimonial requirements.”

I led Al Åārifah Al Aslam into the living room so we could sit down. Before being separated, Muħammad Ħabīb had admitted to his wife and me he was having an affair with a colleague at work and that they were in love.

“We can have each other Åārifah Aslam, you’re too good for me anyway,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam snorted with laughter,

“Yeah right, look at me, I’m a mess.”

I smiled as I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“You’re beautiful on the inside and out and the best Bahū Bégum a man can have,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam shook her head,

“My best friend, philosopher and guide,” she said as she kissed me then wiped a smudge of her lipstick from my face, “where would I be without you? I can’t understand why the Musalmīn hate you, if they aren’t really Pseudo Musalmīn.”

“Forget them. We’re a team, Åārifah Aslam, to hell with Muħammad Ħabīb and his bloody Pseudo Musalmīn supporters,” I said.

“Now that’s a sentiment I can agree with,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled. “I’m going to finish making dinner; you go change and get ready.”

I kissed Al Åārifah Al Aslam on the cheek again and went upstairs to my room.

I was halfway up the stairs when Al Åārifah Al Aslam called out to me, “Oh and Durgesh … ”

“Yes, Åārifah Aslam?” I asked as I turned around.

“My laptop is acting up, the sound won’t work, would you take a look at it?” she asked.

“Anything for you, Åārifah,” I said as I reached the top of the stairs and went into my room.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I had always been close.

When they were just married even, Muħammad Ħabīb often worked late hours.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam used to come to me for company.

So, Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I spent a lot of time together.

I didn’t mind being called a “Ladies’ Man” and happily spent time with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam married young when she was only 19.

She and Muħammad Ħabīb met in school and were high school sweethearts.

Muħammad Ħabīb was two years older and truly loved her when they were younger.

However, the pressure of providing for a family at such a young age wore on Muħammad Ħabīb before long.

Due to his hidden hate that his Ammī deserted his real father to live in relationship with me, Muħammad Ħabīb never accepted any money, any financial help from me.”

“I can’t be a pimp of my own Ammī for that Hindu scoundrel.” Muħammad Ħabīb used to say to Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was dumb founded.”

“Muħammad Ħabīb, Durgesh never went to seduce your Ammī. She tells me your Abbū couldn’t satisfy her sexually.”

“Bosh and nonsense,” Muħammad Ħabīb retorted, “Ammī is saving her own face and protecting her new Hindu love. If my Abbū were impotent, from where my sisters and I came?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was hurt,

“Muħammad Ħabīb, Ammī didn’t say impotent, she said ‘incompetent’.”

“I don’t believe her.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at him incredulously,

“She is your Ammī, Muħammad Ħabīb.”

“That’s the reason I can’t hate her.”
When a job offer came, they moved cities.

Muħammad Ħabīb adjusted to the move well but Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was used to the whispers about her suspected clandestine affair with me.

Muħammad Ħabīb laughed,

“They can’t believe a Musalmān houselady is so beautiful and nevertheless she doesn’t fuck my infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu stepfather. He has infinite money and sexual prowess too. It’s natural that beautiful Musalmān houseladies fall for him, because Durgesh prefers beautiful Musalmān houseladies on the rest of women.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was out of speech,

“But, Muħammad Ħabīb,”

“Forget them. They want me to repeat the blunder they committed.”

“What?”

“They didn’t have faith in their own wives. They suspected them, misbehaved and threw them in this way in Durgesh’s lap themselves.”

“Muħammad Ħabīb!” Al Åārifah Al Aslam exclaimed immensely surprised.

“That was the blunder they committed. I’m not a damn fool enough not to have faith in my own wife.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam put her arms around his neck and kissed him gratefully indebted.

She could not believe he would leave him ultimately soon.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam had hoped the rumors about her clandestine affair with me would die off with age.

She was short, standing only 5’3 with dyed blonde hair and green eyes, fair skin, toned legs and large firm round breasts that were 100% real.

She had been a cheerleader in her high school days and had grown accustomed to attracting stares from the opposite sex; she liked the power it gave her.

The problems with Muħammad Ħabīb started after the move and never really stopped.

It was Durgesh that pulled her out of her funk.

Even in my sixty-six, I was still an athletic kid, kid, never an old man,

So, Al Åārifah Al Aslam threw herself into doting on me.

I called her beautiful even when she didn’t feel like she was and convinced her to take up jogging with me.

Slowly Al Åārifah Al Aslam caught the exercise bug and her figure and confidence excelled.

It became yet another activity for the two of us to bond over.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam went to all my games and enjoyed the attention she got from my teammates, but it was the attention she got from me she enjoyed most of all.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam had caught me staring at her from time to time while we jogged and around the house but didn’t mind my stolen glances.

She knew I adored her and often got in fights defending her honor.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t like me fighting but she did like that she did have one man in her life that defended her.

Truth be told, I wasn’t the only one who did some ogling.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam noticed me as a miraculously perfect ever-young man, even in my sixty-six.

She herself witnessed from the teenagers to matured beautiful Musalmān houseladies were crazy to have sex with me under this or that pretext.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was crestfallen when even her Ammī fell for me.

“Ammī, you toooo?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam couldn’t believe her own eyes.*

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled.

She was an ultramodern woman.

After the great democratic revolution in Saåūdī Årab, the women of Saåūdī Årab were now as liberated as they were in pre Islamic days.

No, Islam didn’t snatch away their liberty at all.

It was Pseudo Islam that did it.

Islam, instead, protected the then Årab womankind from their alive cremation, their mass kidnapping and their mass sale for slavery and prostitution.

“Åārifah,” Al Navīdah Al Vasīm said gravely, “you were not born yesterday. You are yourself now mother of a young lady. You must understand.”

“What?”

“What a woman needs.”

“I see.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said ironically, “A woman needs to cheat her husband, in her fifty six even, seduce a Hindu wild sex maniac, undress him herself, push him on his back, undress herself, straddle him, hold his Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand, position it between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips, and thrust herself entirely shamelessly to get it inside.”

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled ironically herself.

“I never knew you were so sex starved that you watched your own Ammī’s sex life so profoundly. Didn’t I teach you it to be bad manners?”

“A person learns more from seeing than being taught.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said sternly.

“Your sex life is not even satisfactory, my dear.” Al Navīdah Al Vasīm invited her daughter gravely, “Come on, replace me. Enjoy the infinite Muslimātramañ to your heart’s content, as much as you need, and even more. Durgesh is a sex wizard.”

“Thank you very much.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said contemptuously, “I’m quite satisfied with my Musalmān husband. Your Hindu lover himself admits that the Hindus are better in sex but the Musalmīn are better in morals.”*

With Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb splitting up, I didn’t like the idea of Al Åārifah Al Aslam living home alone.

Despite the stolen glances, none of our duo ever did anything sexual.

Our relationship wasn’t like that, but we did have an extremely tight bond.
A bond that was about to grow even stronger.

I showered and changed, then walked into Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s room to check on her laptop.

It booted up without any issues and the sound problem was easy enough to solve.

I decided to check my online web portal to see if my finals were posted and was about to shut the computer down when a link saved in the favorites caught my eye.

I knew I should leave it alone but proceeded anyway.
I clicked on the link and a hook-up site popped up.

It was a sex meet up site, a combo of eHarmony and Ashley Madison.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile was saved and I decided to check it out.

I found myself neutral, as I read Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile.

Logically I wanted Al Åārifah Al Aslam to meet someone and move on from Muħammad Ħabīb.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam advertised herself as a soon-to-be divorced Bahū Bégum of one who was looking for a man who knew how to pleasure a woman.

Durgesh was quite serious as I read Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile describing her sexual likes and dislikes.

My cock started to throb as she described in depth how she wanted to ride a ‘hot man’s bronco’ and shove it in her ex-husband’s face.

My cock got even harder as I spotted some pictures she posted.

They weren’t nude, but, nevertheless, were pretty close.
“I can’t believe it,” I said to myself.

Just then, Al Åārifah Al Aslam called from downstairs,

“Dinner is ready, Master!”

I closed the website and the laptop,

“Be there in a Moment, Åārifah Aslam!” I called as I adjusted my pants and went downstairs.

I visited Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s online profile a lot over the next two weeks.

She had recently joined so I didn’t think she had met anyone yet, nevertheless, I just couldn’t let it go.

I wasn’t mad with Al Åārifah Al Aslam, I could never be mad at her for wanting to meet new people, regardless of the reason.

I just couldn’t shake the caution I felt towards unknown men trying to score with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was an attractive woman.

She was toned but not skinny, curvy but not overly so, with soft smooth skin and large plump breasts.

I loved the smell of her shampoo, the way she dressed, moved and laughed.

So why wouldn’t other men?

Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t dress to tease me around the house, but she didn’t dress overly conservative either.

She wasn’t nearly as tall as I was, and from time to time wore my old jerseys or shirts around the house with little else on.

She had done that the other night when we watched a movie together.

I found myself stealing glances at Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she cuddled beside me.

I watched her as much as I did the movie.

One late night while I was surfing the internet I invariably made my way back to Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile.

As I logged on, I noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was logged in as well.

I stared at her profile picture and the green dot indicating she was online.

I decided to take a chance.

I sent Al Åārifah Al Aslam, an invite for a live chat.

30 seconds later, she agreed.

“Hello” I typed.

“Hi,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, “Thanks for the invite.”
“Couldn’t resist,” I started. “Can’t sleep?”
“Horny and alone,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied.
“I find that hard to believe,” I typed.
“Lol why?” she asked.
“You’re beautiful,” I replied.
“You’re sweet,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied, “but the only man who notices me these days is my step father in law.”

I was more careful in my tracks.

She knew.

Was she upset?
“I find THAT hard to believe,” I wrote.
“It’s true,” she said, “he’s the only one and to be honest, I don’t mind.”
“Naughty girl,” I wrote.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she chatted online.

She had been considering cancelling her membership and hadn’t expected to share any secret desires but here she was – and she was horny.

She started to rub herself as she typed.
“Truth be told? He’s not the only one who peeks,” she wrote.
My ever ready, ever sensitive, Uncut Hindu Cock immediately started to throb.

“Ever done anything?” I asked, knowing the answer.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam rubbed herself even harder as she typed,

“No, I’m too much of a chicken.”
“What about others?” I asked.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam chuckled as she typed, “They may be cute but I’d never do that to him.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

My head would have exploded if one of them were fooling around with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
“You think he’d want to do something?” I asked.
“Probably not,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded. “I’m not some freak, just a lonely woman.”
“I read somewhere a lot of Bahū Bégums think of their father in law sexually at some point,” I wrote.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to finger herself as she typed,

“Have you thought about your Bahū Bégum, if you are old enough to have one?”

I paused and then responded,

“I’ve started to, hard to not notice her.”
“You naughty boy,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote. “Do you want to fuck her?”

I couldn’t decide what to say.

I hadn’t really thought about it but I had been visiting her profile and thinking about her nonstop recently.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Sorry,” I wrote, “I was just thinking about her.”
“Mmmmmmm” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, “that a yes?”

I paused again before responding, “Well, my cock is rock hard,” I replied honestly without actually responding.
“My pussy is wet,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied. “How big are you?”
“Big enough, maybe I’ll show you sometime” I typed.
“How old are you?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
“I’m 66,” I typed.

“Mmmmm you could be my step father in law,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, not knowing how right she was.
“I’d like that,” I replied.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam fingered her pussy faster,

“I bet you would…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam played with herself as we chatted.
“It’s late, I should go to bed, talk again?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
“Absolutely,” I replied.
“Goodnight, my dear,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote before logging off.
“Night, Åārifah Aslam,” I said softly as I stood up and moved over to my bed.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam played with herself that night, thinking of me before she drifted off to sleep.

Neither Al Åārifah Al Aslam nor I had intended for that chat to happen.

In fact, neither had admitted to themselves we had those desires but it was clear now we both did.

Over the course of the next week we chatted almost every night about our shared fantasy, not really sure where it was leading.

I noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was suddenly in a better mood while Al Åārifah Al Aslam couldn’t help but notice me checking her out even more than usual.

I had learned through our online chats Al Åārifah Al Aslam hadn’t met anyone through the site and wasn’t too pleased with it overall until she started talking to me.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam meanwhile found herself looking forward to her late night rendezvous with her anonymous experienced old stud.

She had started to fantasize about her and myself together, but left it at that, just a fantasy.

One night after watching a movie together, we met online after saying our goodnights in the hall.
“Allah, I’m so horny,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote when I popped online.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“We just watched a movie together and I did what I told you I was going to do. I wore a skimpy little nightie and he was so hard. I saw him. I felt him,” she said.
“That IS hot,” I wrote back.
“I was so tempted to do something but I couldn’t. I shouldn’t be doing this to myself or to him. He’s the only good relationship I have in my life,” she said.
“Sounds to me like he doesn’t mind,” I wrote.
“I don’t know…” she replied.
“I bet you he’s thinking about you right now,” I typed.
“You think so?” she asked.
“I know so…” I said.
“I wish you were him,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied.
My cock throbbed at that last comment,

“Go check if he’s still awake, I’ll be here…” I said.

Without thinking, I got up and slipped out my room, going downstairs to the kitchen.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam heard me in the kitchen and walked down to join me in her skimpy nightie.
“Durgesh?” she asked as she entered the kitchen, “is that you?”
“It’s me Åārifah Aslam; I’m just making some hot milk, want some?”

I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she softly stepped into the kitchen, her nightie was light purple, very short and see-thru everywhere but at her chest.

My eyes traveled up and down her body, her nightie barely covered her panties and perfectly showcased her body.
“I couldn’t sleep, you?” I asked.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled at me,

“Same.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I reached up to get a second mug.

I was wearing boxers and a t-shirt that was molded to my toned physique. Whereas her husband had let himself go in recent years, I was a verified hunk.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam stepped closer to me as the milk started to heat up, “Aren’t we a pair?” she chuckled, “heating up warm milk on a Saturday night.”

I smiled as I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam close to me, my hands sliding down her back as her arms went around my neck.

“I don’t mind Åārifah Aslam, I’ve always preferred being with you. I like our special bond,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled back at me,

“Me too. I’m lucky to have a father in law who talks to Al Åārifah Al Aslam more than once a month.”
I smirked,

“You mean that’s an option?” I teased.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam gasped in mock horror,

“Just for that I’m going to embarrass you the next time your friends are over. I’m going to treat you like a best friend and just shower you with kisses…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned up as she started to give me sloppy wet kisses on my cheeks and forehead.
“I’ll kiss you like this and this and this and this and this and this…” she teased.

I laughed as Al Åārifah Al Aslam gave me sloppy wet kisses, her body pressed against me as she did, and as she pressed against me, it was impossible for her not to feel my extraordinary Hindu hard-on.
“Ok ok ok!” I laughed, “I give in!”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she stopped kissing me but stayed pressed against me.

Our eyes locked for a Moment as I held Al Åārifah Al Aslam in my arms. I pulled her slightly against me and she didn’t fight it.

Finally, after an extended silence I said,

“I love you, Åārifah Aslam.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam bit her bottom lip and smiled,

“I love you too, my Master. You’re the love of your Bahū Bégum’s life and you always will be.”
“I’d do anything for you Åārifah Aslam,” I replied.

“I know you would Durgesh,” she started as the milk started to boil over, “but right now I think you should pour us some milk,” she giggled as the warm milk spilled on the floor.

I swore softly as I pulled the pot off the burner and wiped up the spilled milk,

‘If that isn’t a metaphor I don’t know what is,’ I thought to myself.

I poured a glass for myself, and Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“Here you go,” I said.

“Thanks Durgesh,” she said as she kissed me on the cheek, “goodnight, don’t stay up too late,” she said as she walked back upstairs.

I watched her leave and adjusted my hard cock once she was out of sight. I quickly cleaned up and returned to my room.

Messages from Al Åārifah Al Aslam were waiting for me as I sat down.
“I’m here,” I typed.
“Thought I lost you,” she wrote.
“How’d it go?” I asked.
I groaned as Al Åārifah Al Aslam shared the story that I just participated in,

“Sounds hot,” I said.
“You have no idea,” she said, “my pussy is on fire.”

I was thinking about Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s pussy when she asked me her most daring question yet,

“Would you send me a pic of your dick? I’m sopping wet.”

My cock lurched with lust at Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s request,

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I said.

“Deal,” she said. “You first.”

I gulped as Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded quickly; I hadn’t expected her to take me up on my offer.

I turned on my webcam and focused on my hard cock, making sure, only my cock was on screen and nothing that would give away where I was. I took a pic and sent it through the chat.

“Enjoy,” I wrote.

“Mmmmmm that’s bigger than my ex,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said, unknowingly telling me, I had a bigger cock than Muħammad Ħabīb.

“Seriously, that’s a great cock” she continued. “Your Bahū Bégum doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

Two minutes later she sent me a pic in return, it was a pic of Al Åārifah Al Aslam from her breasts down to her wetness, her fingers inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, “Your father in law is the one who doesn’t know what he’s missing,” I typed.
“Think of me when you fuck anyone tonight,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote. “I’ll be thinking of your cock and pretending you’re my step father in law.”

For the next week, we traded more pics as we chatted with the temperature slowly rising to a crescendo the next weekend.

I arrived Saturday afternoon hot and tired and in need of a swim.

I saw Al Åārifah Al Aslam outside so I quickly changed into my trunks and went outside.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked up as I walked outside,

“How was work?”

I shrugged,

“Same old same old, glad to be done and in the pool,” I said as I dived into the pool and did a few laps.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I did my laps and hid behind her sunglasses as I pulled myself out of the water.

“Better?” she asked.

“Much better,” I said as I sat down beside her, “have you been in today or is this another one of your ‘dry’ bathing suits?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam stood up and spun around for me, happy to show off her body,

“Does this look like a swim suit you get wet?” she asked.

I smirked as I stood up,

“It does to me!” I said as I picked Al Åārifah Al Aslam up and put her over my shoulder.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam shrieked loudly as I picked her up, “Durgesh! Put me down this instant!”

I chuckled as I carried Al Åārifah Al Aslam to the edge of the pool; she kicked her legs playfully as she squirmed on my shoulder, “what’s that? Can’t hear you. I’ve got this woman screaming on my shoulder.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam squirmed, kicked, and lightly smacked me as I held her,

“Don’t you dare throw me in the water!”

Chapter 2

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Crazy to have my son

Posted: November 15, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, Al Sājidah Al Najm, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

Crazy to have my son

I awoke to Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb at my bedroom door.

I could barely make out her image as she was silhouetted by the hall light. She was dressed in a short sheer teddy that hung from her beautiful young Musalmān breasts and barely covered her equally attractive Musalmān navel.

Her patch was covered by a sheer matching thong.

“DURGESH? Are you asleep?”

“What is it, darling?”

“I have a headache, Durgesh, and I can’t sleep.”

“Did you take some Tylenol, honey?”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb came into the room and sat down on the side of the bed.

“Yes, Durgesh. But, it’s not helping. Can I just lay here next to you for a while?”

“Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I don’t have any pajamas on.”

She peeled back the blankets just enough to let herself in, then spooned back against her my form.

“Sweetie, you shouldn’t be here like this.”

She reached back, brought my arm around her waist, and wiggled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against me to snuggle in more deeply.

“Shhhhh, Durgesh. It’s Ok. Just go back to sleep.”

I sighed, closed my eyes, nestled my head into the pillows and drifted off to sleep.

For Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, a thousand naughty thoughts flooded her mind.

This happened every month about this time.

She would have her period and then about ten days later she would get like this.

Her body screamed for attention and nothing she did would satiate her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb played with herself, used dildos, and brought herself to orgasm a hundred times but nothing seemed to quell her lust.

Lately she had turned to porn on the internet.

The sites that turned Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb on the most were all about breeding; taking a man’s seed, letting it grow, making babies and feeding them with her milk.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was fascinated, knowing her body was capable of spawning new life.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was not sexually naïve.

She had her first experiences in high school.

Muħammad Ħabīb, her Abbū, had taken her to the doctor to get the pill when she blossomed a couple of years back.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had always made her Hindu boyfriends wear condoms and never let them cum insider her.

How could Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb trust them not to give her a disease? That’s all her sex-ed classes, back when Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was in high school, ever talked about.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wanted to experience the feel of a man erupting inside her, filling her with cum.

Just the thought that my ever supreme ever excellent Hindu sperm would be seeking out her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān egg heightened her young Musalmān passion.

Nevertheless, she needed someone that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could trust. Someone like her Abbū’s friend, Durgesh.

Durgesh is the utmost trustworthy.

He never disclosed anyone’s secrets.

Her friend, Al Sājidah Al Najm, said,

“Durgesh is the real father of my brother, Al Saåīd Al Najm.”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb jumped,

“What?”

“My father, Muħammad Najmuddīn, was Shahīd, you know.”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb suddenly watched Al Sājidah Al Najm contemptuously,

“You again?”

Al Sājidah Al Najm looked at Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb sternly,

“I know you hate my father. You don’t believe in his shahādat. You think he disgraced Islam instead. You even made me to fuck Durgesh as its repentance.”

“Are you regretting it now?”’

“Not after I knew that Durgesh is even the real father of my brother.” Al Sājidah Al Najm sighed, “Anyway, now the Hindu scoundrel is my destiny. I’m a one-man girl. Right or wrong, now, Durgesh is my man too, as he is my Ammīs’ man after my Abbū’s shahādat.”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had always loved me.

Since her mother left her father several years ago, I was the man of her life.

She initially lived with Ammī, but when Ammī returned to her Abbū after her ten long years of live in relationship with Durgesh, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb hated her parents now.

Everyone said her parents were after Durgesh’s ever infinite money.

It was prostitution actually, however much it is disguised even.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kept living with me, where she always felt safe.

I was always sweet.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb loved hanging out with me.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb loved to sit with me and watch scary movies.

When the scary parts came on, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb loved to curl up in my arms where she felt safe protected.

The more Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thought about it, the more she realized… Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was in love with Durgesh, as her Ammī herself was.

Despite her frantic desperate attempts to keep herself extremely far away from Durgesh, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb found herself desperately in love with me.

She continuously argued with herself that Durgesh was a sixty six years old Hindu and Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb is only twenty eight.

Durgesh was her own Ammī’s live in relationship partner for ten long years and just like a father head figure for her.

Nevertheless, the more Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb argued with herself, the more desperately she found herself in love with me.

Moreover, to counter attack such arguments, over the past couple of months, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb started looking at the porn sites that talked of incest.

Daddies and daughters together, loving each other, sleeping together.

A loving Durgesh bedding an Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, breeding her and having my handsome male babies.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb saw pictures of beautiful young Musalmān girls pregnant from me, their bellies full, and round, their tits swollen with milk.

No other fantasy gave her the orgasms that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had when thinking about having my sons, not son, from herself.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb started planning to seduce me.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would dress more provocatively around me.

Every time I came home, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would hug me, squeeze me, give me a tender kiss and ask,

“How’s my Durgesh, the ever utmost successful infinite Muslimātramañ?”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would time her showers to make sure I was around. Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would leave the bathroom door slightly ajar, hoping I would catch a glimpse of her extremely beautiful young female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān nude form.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would make sure she ran into me as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb came out of the bathroom in the tiniest towel Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could find.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would always giggle and kiss me on the cheek before scurrying down the hall to her bedroom.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would leave her bedroom door ajar.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wanted me to see her as she dressed, wanted me to hear her moan as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb masturbated.

She began doing her hair, putting on makeup and perfume, and wearing nighties to our scary movie nights.

When the scary parts happened, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would throw her arms around me, crush her tits against my chest and bury her face in my neck.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would kiss me and say,

“Hold me, Durgesh.”

As the movie progressed and the evening waned, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would get ‘tired’, and lay her head on My lap, stroking my thigh with her nails, and making sure to rest her cheek against the great Hindu bulge in my pants.

This was it.

Pretending sometimes even that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wasn’t aware of it, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb took my Hindu bulge into her mouth and kept enjoying it for hours.

Was it possible she wasn’t aware of it really?

Nonsense!

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was ready.

Tonight was the night Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would seduce me to breed her.

When I went to bed Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb showered and shaved.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had a well-defined ‘runway’ just above her young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy and Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb trimmed it to make sure it was perfect for me.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb combed out her hair and moisturized her skin.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb laid down a trail of perfume for me to follow, from behind her ears, down her neck, along her cleavage, across her belly and navel, all leading to her runway where her own natural pheromones would intoxicate me to ravage her.

She dressed in her sexiest sheer nighty.

The top hung off her breasts, her areolas blatantly visible, and her nipples poking at the material.

I would only need to push it aside.

Her thong barely covered her young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womanhood, the fabric so sheer that I would be able to see her slit, taste her wetness, even with the panties in place.

Try as hard as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb couldn’t wait.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb snuck down the hall to my room and listened at the door.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could hear me turn a page of the book I was reading. “Damn,” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thought, as she returned to her room.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay on her bed and fingered herself, thinking about my immensely successful utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock, in her hands, in her mouth, and in her cum hungry young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.*

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thought about the expression on my face as I erupted into to her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could almost feel me pulsating inside her.

Then her orgasm took her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay there in a post-orgasmic haze; wanting to drift off to sleep, but desperately trying to stay awake so as not to miss her opportunity.

Now she is here, nestled in my arms, lying in my bed.

My breath was slow and softened…

‘He’s asleep.’ Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had a sigh of relief.

Slowly she pounded her beautiful Musalmān bum into my Hindu male lap and could feel my bulge through my shorts.

My arm unconsciously tightened my grip on her as my Uncut Hindu Cock awakened.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could feel it growing, pressing into her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, straining to be free.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wriggled again.

I stirred then relaxed.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb reached down and slowly brought my hand to her lips.

Her tongue slowly encircled my middle finger, bathing it in her saliva.

Her lips encased it and she gently sucked on it while caressing it orally.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved my hand to her breast and wriggled her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against my Hindu hard-on.

I stirred again and my hand grabbed her beautiful Musalmān tit, massaging her for a few seconds, before relaxing once again.

Her nipple firmed and moistened with a small drop of milk.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved my hand lower until it was resting against the sheerness of her panties.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved her panties to the side and my palm rested on her runway.

She felt her pussy release new lubricant at the heat of my hand on her mons.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wriggled once again and my fingers stretched out across her moistened Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vulva, and Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb shivered in delight.

I stirred again. My grip on her pussy tightened, and I was grinding back against her.

In my dream state, I was envisioning a beautiful, firm, round, young Musalmān ass in front of me, and my Uncut Hindu Cock was sliding in and out of my lover’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān passage.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb rolled forward.

She reached back with her hand and rubbed my Uncut Hindu Cock through my briefs.

I rolled over on my back and snorted.

I continued to dream.

My lover had reversed positions now and had my cock in her hands.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hypnotic eyes looked up at me as she brought her red crimson young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips to my sixty six years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock crown.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb it slowly, gently, seductively, her tongue extending to retrieve the pre-cum Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had milked from my Hindu member.

My lover reached down as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb worked and pulled my briefs away.

I stepped out of them.

I watched as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb engulfed my utmost experienced stout Hindu crown with her beautiful young Musalmān lips.

I could feel her young pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue swirl around and around my sixty six years old Uncut Hindu Cock Crown.

I thrust into her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb swallowed more and more of my Hindu shaft.

Her hands cupped my balls, kneading them like bread dough, as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb continued to make love to my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock.

I reached down.

And ran my fingers through her hair, and pressed her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head to my Hindu groin.

She disengaged, stood before me and kissed me.

The depths of my dream were shallow now, but the feelings of passion continued.

I could taste myself on her tongue and kissed her back.

I grabbed her with my arms and held her to my body.

My Hindu hard-on screamed for her Musalmān attention.

She broke from my lips and kissed my neck.

I kissed hers.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb reached down.

She stroked my utmost experienced sixty six years old Uncut Hindu Cock and gasped as she felt the sweet agony of my love bite on her neck.

My teeth nibbled at her flesh as my lips sucked against the veins of her beautiful young Musalmān neck.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb whispered in my ear,

“Mark me, Durgesh, my Hindu lover. Make me yours.”

The words blurred through my brain.

My Uncut Hindu Cock strained and my balls ached for relief as my tongue drilled into her neck.

I put my Hindu mark on Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb’s beautiful young Musalmān neck.

My Musalmān ‘stepdaughter?’…

What am I doing?

But was I really doing anything?

It was Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb herself, that was doing everything to me.

I disengaged and pushed her aside.

“Oh my God! What are you doing, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb?”

“I love you, Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb exclaimed.

“Darling, we can’t do this. This is wrong.”

“Durgesh, this is all I want. All I crave is to be yours and you to be mine. Don’t you love me, Durgesh, my Hindu husband forever? I’m full twenty-six years old, and have every right on the earth to choose a husband of my own choice. Haven’t I?”

“Of course, I love you darling. But, this… this is wrong, darling.”

“It’s ok, Durgesh. And if you don’t want to tell others, I don’t insist. Okay? No one will know. No one knows me here and Ammī lives three states away. Nobody will ever know except you and me. I’ve been thinking about this since I moved in with you. You’re the only man in my life, the only man that I want. I can’t go to bed at night without playing with myself and thinking about you.”

“I cum for you every night, Durgesh; I want you to make love to me. I want you to kiss me and hold me and touch me. I want you to taste me; I get so wet for you. I want you inside me, Durgesh. I want you to put your ever efficient Uncut Hindu Cock in me too.”

“Do you know what you’re saying? Do you know what you’re asking? Darling, if that happened, everything would change. You wouldn’t be my little girl anymore; you’d be the mother of my child.”

“Our child Durgesh, and I’d still be your little girl. I’ll always be your Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, Durgesh. I love you so much. Please, make love to me. Please, put your utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock in me too, Durgesh.”

With that, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me.

First on the cheek, then Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb plied me with soft kisses as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved closer and closer to my lips.

“I love you, Durgesh. I love you very much. I love you more than anyone else, including myself too.”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me lightly on my lips and let her tongue drag across them.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me again and my resolve weakened.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me again and parted my lips with her tongue to find my own waiting to dance with hers.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb reached down and found my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It twitched to her grasp.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb slowly stroked me as our kisses became more passionate.

I kissed her back, deeply, wetly, my hand cradling her head.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb sighed into my open mouth and I fully committed to taking her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay back on the bed and I followed.

Now it was Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb cradling my head as we kissed.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb raked her nails across the nape of my neck as we kissed with unbridled hunger.

I broke free of her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb surrendered her beautiful young Musalmān neck to my hungry Hindu male lips.

My hand moved under her nightie and cupped her breast.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moaned as I pinched her nipple and kissed my way to her cleavage.

My tongue circled her areola, brushing her nipple, teasing her.

I returned to her breast and ravaged her.

Her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body writhed beneath me.

I turned my attentions southward.

He left her breasts and returned to the trail of scent Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had laid for me.

As I plied her with soft wet kisses, my nostrils flared with her fragrant Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān perfume.

I kissed her belly and tongued her navel, causing her to giggle.

I continued my march south staying on course as if following a map to buried treasure. Upon reaching her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mound, I found it covered in her sheer panties.

I lost the trail at this point but knew I was close as her natural scents permeated my senses, wafting through my sinuses.

My utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock stiffened in response to her pheromones.

I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womanhood through her panties.

They were rife with her juices.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb squirmed in delight.

My fingers found the margins of her triangle and slid beneath, toying with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vulva as I kissed her again.

I reached up under her bottom, found the strap and pulled

Her panties fell away as I lifted each leg to remove them.

For the first time, I took in the visual Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty of Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb’s Pussy.

This Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy that would love me, caress me, kiss me, lick me, coat me in lubricant, grab me, pull me in, surround me with warmth and a velvety feel, clamp down on me and hold me in place while it relieved me of my Hindu seed.

“Darling, I can’t.”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb sat up, threw her arms around me and kissed me. “Please, Durgesh. Make me yours. I’ve wanted this for so long. I want you inside me.”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me again.

I kissed her back, held her tightly and once again committed to mating with her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay back and I went down.

I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vulva gently.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb shuddered and moaned.

I kissed her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb bathed it with her juices.

With each kiss, I sent a shiver up her spine.

Then I would proceed slowly along her slit, caressing her labia, before performing a lazy circle around her bud, then returning to do it all over again.

I penetrated her with my Uncut Hindu Cock, aimed upward and found her ‘G’ spot.

I stroked it like petting a kitty.

I brought my lips to her bud and encased her engorged clit, my tongue teasing her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb grabbed at the sheets, then at me, but I continued to torture her.

Suddenly her breathing stopped.

Every muscle in her body clenched, and she unleashed herself upon her Hindu lover, Durgesh.

A flood of cum poured from her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay there panting, flaccid, destroyed by an orgasm that was all consuming.

My ever-ready Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed, and it would not be denied.

I rose up over her and pressed myself against her entrance.

I looked down at my darling young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl, locked my gaze to hers.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb felt my Uncut Hindu Cock at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān entrance, her Musalmān labia ready to kiss my Hindu manhood.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb looked deep into my eyes and nodded,

‘yes’,

I slipped my Uncut Hindu Cock head into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

I held it there for a second, in some ways hoping that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would reconsider and stop me.

Instead, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thrust into me with her hips and took more of my Hindu shaft.

I set up a rhythm, stroking in and out of her.

With each forward thrust, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labia would swallow more of my Hindu shaft, coating me with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān juices. Suddenly, I realized my Hindu man meat was inside my darling Musalmān young girl’s cum hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.

I could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān warmth, her wetness, her quivering mass that surrounded my Hindu girth.

I withdrew, but I was stopped from leaving, as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb tightened herself around my Hindu crown.

I thrust into her again and Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb rotated her gorgeous Musalmān hips to meet me.

I could feel my head crash into her Musalmān cervix, causing her to cry out.

It was not a cry of pain but of passion.

I thrust into her again, and again, and again.

Each time Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thrust back at me, feeling me press into her, prying her open, ripening her for insemination.

I looked down.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb cried out, tensed again and released a fresh flood of her female Musalmān cum around my entirely embedded Hindu shaft.

“Allah! Oh my God! Oh Durgesh! Fuck me, Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb cried.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could feel me swelling inside her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb threw her arms around me.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb brought her legs up to encircle my waist and locked me in her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān grasp.

“Cum in me, Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb screamed. “Breed your little Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl.”

I grabbed her around the waist and almost crushed her in my arms.

With one last thrust, I engaged her cervix and nature relieved me of any further control.

From deep in my Hindu loins, I gathered my load and my pelvic muscles began a rapid-fire series of contractions.

My cum crawled the length of my shaft and exploded from my slit.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could feel the warmth of my Hindu semen violating her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb and her own body reacted as well.

Her pelvic muscles contracted around me, holding me in place.

Her Musalmān pussy clutched along my Hindu shaft and her hips began thrusting into me, pulling every last once of sperm-laden semen from me.

Wave after wave of hot Hindu cum entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān belly, filling her ardent Musalmān womb.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was finally satiated.

As my release ebbed my grip on her relaxed.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb too released her grip on me.

“I love you, Durgesh.”

“I love you too, darling.” With that, I kissed her.

We lay there, my spent Hindu member inside her, the last remnants of my Hindu seed oozing into her.

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Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main 3

Posted: September 10, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Åāýéshah Muħammad, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Kulsūm Ibrāhīm, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Zāhidah Anwar, Ħalīmah Sajjād | Leave a comment

Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

Durgesh Zāhidah Anwar
Durgesh Ħalīmah Sajjād
Durgesh Kulsūm Ibrāhīm

Chapter 3

Durgesh Åāýeshah Muħammad

Åāýeshah Muħammad béwaqūf nahīn thī.
Mukammil chhah saal tak kħoob sochné samajhné ké båd usné yah faislah kiyā thā.
Kulsūm Ibrāhim uskī béŧī kī tamām zimmédāryān apné oopar lé chukī thī.
Iskā matlab yah nahīn thā ki Åāýeshah Muħammad kħuddār nahīn thī aur usko yah pasand thā ki uskī béŧī Kulsūm Ibrāhim kī charity par pale.
Uskā husband marné ké pahlé apnī béŧī ké naam par itnā paisa chhođkar gayā thā ki Åāýeshah Muħammad ko na apné guzāré ké liyé kuchh karné kī zarūrat thī, aur na hī apnī béŧī ké liyé.
Kulsūm Ibrāhim sé Åāýeshah Muħammad kī mulāqāt investment ké silsilé mein huī thī.
Kulsūm Ibrāhim kī Private Secretary kā us vaqt nayā nayā nikāħ huā thā.
Usné job chhođ diyā thā.
Kulsūm Ibrāhim ko natījatan ék bharosémand qābil Secretary kī bahut sakħt zarūrat thī.
Usné Åāýeshah Muħammad ko yah job offer kiyā.
Åāýeshah Muħammad né ħairānī sé Kulsūm Ibrāhim kī taraf dékhā.
“Aré, mainé āpsé sirf yah kahā thā ki méré husband kī Private Secretary kā kām main kħud dékhā kartī thī. Iskā matlab yah thođé hī ho gayā ki main is kaam mein professionally expert bhī ho chukī hūn.”

Kulsūm Ibrāhim uskī taraf dékhkar muskurāī,

“Your husband was a successful businessman, wasn’t he?”

“Hān, lékin voh itnā kāmyāb nahīn thā jitné kāmyāb uské dūsré sāthī thé.”

“Agar voh aur zindah rahtā, to ho bhī saktā thā.”

“Voh to hai.”

“Tum né jo investment kiyé hain yeh bahut jald tumhāré paisé ko bađhāné lag jāyéngé. Tum ék achchhī investor ho. Lékin phir bhī koī achchhā business shurū kar sakné mein tumhén kāfī vaqt lag jāyegā. Tumné apné husband ké business ko āgé na bađhākar jo chhah saal zāyå kiyé…”

Kulsūm Ibrāhim né apnā jumlah bīch mein hī nāmukammil chhođ diyā.

Lékin Åāýeshah Muħammad kī samajh mein ā gayā thā ki Kulsūm Ibrāhim darasal ussé kahnā kyā chāhtī thī.

Åāýeshah Muħammad ké har maslé kā ħal voh thā jo Kulsūm Ibrāhim ussé kahtī kahtī ruk gaī thī.

Kyon nahīn Mukammil kiyā thā Kulsūm Ibrāhim né apnā jumlah?

Kyonki Kulsūm Ibrāhim yah nahīn jāntī thī ki Åāýeshah Muħammad kā us par kyā reaction hogā.

Åāýeshah Muħammad ko béwajah nārāz nahīn karnā chāhtī thī Kulsūm Ibrāhim.

Chhah saal ké båd bhī Åāýeshah Muħammad wahīn thī jahān voh us vaqt thī, jab uské shauhar kā inteqāl huā thā.

Chapter 4

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Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main 2

Posted: September 9, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Åāýéshah Muħammad, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Kulsoom Ibrāhīm, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Zāhidah Anwar, Ħalīmah Sajjād | Leave a comment

Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

Durgesh Zāhidah Anwar
Durgesh Ħalīmah Sajjād
Durgesh Kulsūm Ibrāhīm

Chapter 2

Durgesh Åāýeshah Muħammad

Woh mujhé ék room mein lé gayī.

Woh room sabsé oopar kī manzil par thā, lékin kāfī achchhā thā.

Khula huā thā.

Āgé kāfī jagah open bhī thī.

Unkā ghar āspās ké gharon mein sabsé bađā thā.

Unkī roof sé sabkā ghar dikhāī détā thā.

Mujhé jagah bahut pasand āyī.

Yahān sé main sab ké ghar mein dékh saktā thā.

shāyad kuchh aur mast Musalmān lađkīyan aur Musalmān åuraten dékhné ko mil jāyén.

Ākħir main ék naujawān thā.

Aur koī åurat parityāgvādī sādhu sanyāsī nahīn thā.

Maine apnā sāmān wahān rakh diyā.

Woh bolī,

“Tum fresh ho lo.”

Main muskurāyā,

“Āp ne apnā introduction nahīn diyā.”

Woh bhī muskurā dī,

“Main Zāhidah Anwar ki Buā hoon aur mérā nām Ħalīmah Sajjād hai.”

Phir woh muskurā kar wahān sé chalī gayī.

Main bhī bathroom mein jā ker fresh huā aur apné kapđé change kar liyé.

Thođī der mein Zāhidah Anwar oopar āyī aur bolī,

“ Chalo nāshtah kar lo. Ammī bula rahī hain.”

Main uské sāth nīché chal diyā.

Woh méré āgé chal rahī thī.

Is vaqt usné red t-shirt aur blue jeans pahnī huī thī.*

T-shirt itnī tight thī ki uskī Muslim chūchiyān bahut kasī huī aur āgé ki taraf tanī huī thin, aur itnī zyādah tight ho rahī thīn ki bilkul bhī nahīn hil rahī thīn, jāisé zyādahtar Musalmān lađkīyon kī Muslim Chūchiyān hiltī rahtī hain.

Aur jeans mein kasī huī uskī Muslim gānđ to bahut hī ghazab kī thī.

Bahut moŧī moŧī, mast; aur jeans ékdum tight fit thī.

Uskī Muslim gānđ kī darār bhī kuchh kuchh jhalak rahī thī.

Bahut hī mast chudakkađ lag rahī thī woh is vaqt.

Main nīché āté hué uské mast gudāz sudaul Muslim koolhon kā nazārā dékhtā rahā.

Nahīn, mujhé ismein koī sharm nahīn ā rahī thī ki Zāhidah Anwar méré māmūzād cousin, Åbdul Rashīd, kī honé wālī bīwī thī, aur main uskā is taraħ kā nazārah kar rahā thā.

Yah to us kambakħt ko kħud sochnā chāhiyé thā na!

Kyā voh Sālī nahīn jāntī thī ki main kaun hūn?

Phir voh kħud kyon āī thī méré sāmné is taraħ kī intehāī béhūdah revealing dress pahan kar?

Aur jab kħud Zāhidah Anwar ko is baat par koī åétrāz nahīn thā ki main usko is taraħ dékhūn, to aur koī sālā hotā kaun thā is par åétrāz karné wālā?

Kyā yah two adults ké bīch kī baat nahīn thī jismein dakħalandāzī karnā kħud apné āp mein ék bahut bađī badtamīzī thī.

Mazā ā gayā thā.

Jāb uské Muslim Koolhé maŧakté thé, idhar udhar, moŧé moŧé; merā Uncut Hindu Lund burī taraħ tan jātā thā.

Uskā jism dékh ker lagttā thā ki woh ghazab kī chudakkađ hai.

Mujhé Åbdul Rashīd par taras āné lagā.

Aesī mast ultramodern sexy Musalmān lađkī ko sambhāl saknā Åbdul Rashīd jaisé sīdhé sādé logon ké vash kī baat nahīn thī.

Inko to Durgesh kā mast mazbūt Uncut Hindu Lund hī apné qābū mein rakh saktā thā.

Åbdul Rashīd ko to Zāhidah Anwar jaisī ultramodern Musalmān lađkiyān tignī kā nāch nachākar rakh détīn.

Aesī lađkiyān family oriented nahīn hotī thien, self oriented hotī thien.

Åbdul Rashīd ék family oriented lađkā thā, aur usko apné jaisī hī koī family oriented Musalmān lađkī chāhiyé thī.

Nīché ā kar hum hall mein ā gayé.

Wahān par uskī Buā pahlé sé hi thī.

Woh ék sofé par ārām sé léŧī huī thī aur is vaqt uskā pallū thođā sā nīché ho rahā thā.

Uskī Muslim choochiyon ki darār zarā sī nazar ā rahī thī.

Mérā naujawān Hindu man ab bahut hī kħush thā.

Ab méré har taraf zabardast mast Muslim jāwani sé bharī huī Muslim Chootén thīn.

Méré naujawān Uncut Hindu Lund ko ākħir aur kyā chāhiyé thā?

Tabhī Kulsoom Ibrāhīm wahān par nāshtah lé ker ā gayī.*

Usné is vaqt blue rang kī sāđī pahnī huī thī, aur uskā blousé kāfī kasā huā thā, uskī Muslim choochiyon per; jisko dékh ker mujhé aur bhī mazā ā gayā.

Phir hum sabhī né baiŧh ker nāshtah kiyā, aur nikāħ ki shopping ké bāré mein bhī plan banāté rahé.

Zāhidah Anwar né apnī sārī list taiyar ker lī thī ki usko kyā kyā lénā hai.

Gahnon kī shopping ké liyé bhī list ban gayī thī, bas ab date decide karnī thī ki kis din kyā kām karnā hai.

Phir humné pūrā plan banā liyā.

Last mein Zāhidah Anwar kī Buā, Ħalīmah Sajjād, né kahā,

“Durgesh! mujhé bhī kuchh apnī shopping karnī hai to tum mujhé bhī help kar doge na?”

Mainé kahā,

“ Kyon nahīn? Āp sabhī kā kām karné hī to main yahān āya hoon.”

Ħalīmah Sajjād muskurā kar bolī,

“Durgesh! Ttum bahut achchhé ho. Dékho hum sab kā kām jāldi hī pūrā karwā dénā.”

Main muskurā diyā,

“Āp chinta mat karo. Main pūrā dhyān rakhoongā.”

Uské båd Kulsoom Ibrāhīm aur Ħaléemā Sajjād donon khana banwāné chalī gayīn.

Zāhidah Anwar mujhsé bāt karné lagī.

Woh apnī sasurāl ké bāré mein hī poochh rahī thī.

Phir mainé ussé ék bāt poochhī ki woh itnī modern hai to woh gāon mein rahné ké liyé kaisé rāzi ho gayī? Woh wahān per kaisé adjust karégī?

Woh muskurā dī,

“Nikāħ ké kuchh din båd hī hum yahān shahar mein hī shift ho jāyéngé. Woh yahān per kuchh kām shurū karné jā rahé hain, cement supply karné kā; isliyé zyādah problem nahīn hai.”

Ab mujhé samajh mein āyā ki Zāhidah Anwar jāisi mast lađkī né is nikāħ ké liyé kyon hān kah dī.

Tabhī call bell bajī to Kulsoom Ibrāhīm gayī aur darwāzā khol diyā.

Wahān koī āyā thā jiské sāth woh bāt karté hué andar ā gayī.

Mainé dékha woh koī lađkī thī.

“Private Secretary!” Zāhidah Anwar né batāyā aur bolī ki wo unkī Private Secretary hai, aur yahīn rah kér kām kartī hai. Teen din ké liyé gāon gayī thī apné ghar.

Uskā nām Åāýeshah Muħammad thā.

Wo mujhé ādāb karké chalī gayī.

Main aur Zāhidah Anwar punah bāt karné lagé.

Tab tak khana ban gayā thā to hum sab log khané lagé.

Sāmān lé kér Åāýeshah Muħammad ā rahī thī.

Ab mainé usko thođā dhyān sé dékha to mujhé lagā ki wo bahut hi sexy aur ultramodern hai.

Uskī ůmr zyādah sé zyādah 34 sāl rahī hogī, rang foreigner white thā, lékin face kāfī sexy aur ultramodern lagtā thā.

uskā jism bahut hi mast thā.

Usné skirt aur shirt pahnī huī thī.

Uskī moŧī moŧī Muslim Chūchiyān ék dum sāf patā chal rahī thīn.

Pīchhé sé uské Muslim Koolhon kā size bhī samajh mein ā rahā thā.

Dékhné sé lagtā thā ki bahut moŧé moŧé hongé par size kā patā dékhné mein nahīn lag pā rahā thā.

Hum sabné bātén karté hué khānā khāyā.

Kulsoom Ibrāhīm né kahā.

“Chalo ab jaldī so jāté hain. Kal sé kāfī kām karnā hai.”

Main oopar kamré mein ā gayā.

Par mujhé nīnd nahīn ā rahī thī.

Main wahīn chhat par ŧahalné lagā.*

Qareeb ādhā ghanŧé båd Åāýeshah Muħammad oopar āyī to usné mujhé dékhā.

wo muskurā kar bolī,

“Sir! soye nahīn?”

Mainé bhī muskurā kar kahā,

“ Hān! mujhé nīnd nahīn ā rahī hai.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī,

“Mujhé bhī nahīn ā rahī hai, Sir! isliyé main yahān chalī āyī. Main aksar yahān āti hoon, jāb bhī nīnd nahīn āti hai.”

Mmain uské bāré me poochhné lagā to usné batāyā ki uskā ghar gāon me hai.

uské Abbu Kulsoom Ibrāhīm ké pati ké yahān naukar thé, to wo bhī yahīn kām karné lagī.

phir uskā nikāħ ho gayā to wo gāon chalī gayī.

Par nikāħ ké 6 sāl båd hī uskā pati mar gayā.

Uskī sirf ék hī lađkī hai aur wo uské Abbu ké pās gāon mein hai.

Wo yahān kām kartī hai.

Mālkin bahut achchhī hain.

Wo uskī lađkī kī pađhāī kā pūrā kħarchā détī hain.

Phir usné poochhā,

“Sir! Āpkī shādī ho gayī?”

Mainé kahā,

“Nahīn, abhī nahīn huī.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad halké sé muskurā kar bolī,

“Āpkā man nahīn kartā shādī karné kā?”

“ kartā to hai,” mainé kahā, “Par abhī to koī aesī Saůūdī Årab Muslimah nazar mein nahīn hai.”

“Yåni, shādī kisī Saůūdī Årab Muslimah sé hī karéngé?”

“They are the most beautiful. Aren’t they?”

Åāýeshah Muħammad hans pađī.

Usné poochhā,

“Sir! koī lađkī hai kyā, jis sé āp shādī karnā chāhte hon?”

“ nahīn! abhī to koī nahīn hai.” mainé kahā,

Åāýeshah Muħammad ħairān ho kar bolī,

“Āpki ůmr mein to yahān shahar mein sab Hindu lađké Musalmān lađkīyon ké sāth ghoomté hain. aur āpki koī Musalmān lađkī dost hī nahīn hai?”

Mainé muskurāté hué sharārat sé kahā,

“Hān, sach, koī nahīn hai.”

Mérī samajh mein nahīn ā rahā thā ki voh méré bāré mein itnī anjān kaisé ho saktī hai?

Kħūsūrat Musalmān lađkiyon aur kħūsūrat Musalmān åuraton ké måmlé mein to mujhé logon né shaitān sé bhī zyādah badnām kar rakhā thā,

Zāhir thā ki Åāýeshah Muħammad mujhé chhéđ rahī thī.

Kyon chhéđ rahī thī?

Raat mein is vaqt?

Jab Åāýeshah Muħammad aur main donon chat par akélé thé?

Mérā béħad tajurbékār Uncut Hindu Lund burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā uŧhā is ħaqīqat kā aħsās hoté hī ki Åāýeshah Muħammad is vaqt kis kis chakkar mein thī.

Wahān par halkī sī light thī.

Is vaqt main usko sāf dékh saktā thā.

Main bāt karté hué uské ħasīn Saůūdī Årab Musalmān jism ko bhī dékh léta thā.

Especially uskī Muslim choochiyon ko main dhyān sé dékh rahā thā.

Ék bār Åāýeshah Muħammad né mujhé uskī Muslim choochiyon ko dékhté hué dkéh liyā par wo kuchh nahīn bolī.

Main samajh gayā ki yeh dilkash Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Laundiyā bhī mujhé paŧāné ké chakkar mein hī yahān jān boojh kar āī hai is vaqt.

Ākħir widow hai.

Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Choot mein khujlī honé lagī hogī mujhé dékhkar.

Kħūsūrat Musalmān lađkiyon aur kħūsūrat Musalmān åuraton kā méré sampark mein āté hī åām taur par yahī reaction, yahī radd-e-åmal huā kartā thā.

Tajurbékār thā main is måmlé mein béħad.

Mérā béħad tajurbékār Uncut Hindu Lund burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā uŧhā is bāt kā aħsās hoté hī ki Åāýeshah Muħammad jāisi ħasīn qualified Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Laundiyā kħud mujhko paŧāné ké chakkar mein hai.

Mainé man hi man Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā ko dhanyavād diyā.

Laundiyā bahut kađiyal naujāvān thī.

Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thī.

Aur ghazab ki ħasīn thī.

Abhī chudī bhī nahīn thī ŧhīk sé, ki uskā Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Shauhar mar gayā thā.

Kyā isliyé ki méré bhogchakr men ā gaī thī Åāýeshah Muħammad?

Bilkul ho saktā thā aesā.

Merā Uncut Hindu Lund mil sakné kī ummeed usé yahān kheench lāi thī méré pās, rāt ké iss vaqt.
Phir wo wahīn zameen par baiŧh gayī.

“ Kyā huā?” mainé poochhā.*

Åāýeshah Muħammad muskurā dī, bolī,

“Kuchh nahīn, bas thāk gayī hoon. Allah målūm kyon mérī jānghon mein ājkal kāfī dard hotā hai.”

Kħūsūrat Musalmān lađkiyon aur kħūsūrat Musalmān åuraton kā ék béħad iståmāl honé wālā standard tarīqah thā yah mujhé yah batāné kā ki main tumsé chudvānā chāhtī hūn, Durgesh. Agar tum bhī mujhé chodnā chāhté ho, to ā jāo maidān mein!

Mainé muskurākar kahā,

“To uskī mālish kyon nahīn kar létī ho?”

Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī,

“Apné hāth sé achchhé sé nahīn ho pātī hai.”

“To kisī sé karwā lo.” Main muskurātā rahā.

“Sir!main sirf ék Private Secretary hoon. Bhalā main kahān sé karwā loon? Aur mérā husbnd bhī to nahīn hai jo kar dé.”

“Agar tum Burā na māno to main kar doon?”

“Kyon mazāq karté ho Sir!”

“Mazāq nahīn. Main sach kah rahā hūn. If you don’t take it otherwise.”

“Allah, I can’t believe it, Sir. Ŧhīk hai. kar do.”

Main samajh gayā ki apnī samajh mein Åāýeshah Muħammad mujhé paŧā rahī thī.

Mauqe kā fāydah voh uŧhāné par tulī huī thī.

“Ŧhīk hai .Tél lé āo.” mainé kahā.

Åāýeshah Muħammad jitnī jaldī jā kar tél lé āyī, ussé yah samajh saknā méré liyé zarā sā bhī kaŧhin nahīn thā kī usko mujhsé chudvāné kī adhik jaldī, béchainī aur zarūrat hai.

Åāýeshah Muħammad marī jā rahī hai jald sé jald mujh sé chudvāné ké liyé.

Voh ab bilkul sabr nahīn kar saktī.

Yeh svābhāvik bhī thā.

Mérī ħālat to yeh thī ki Musalmān Ħasīnāyén merā Uncut Hindu Lund kabhī apnī nashīlī rasīlī Muslim Chooton sé bāhar rahné hī nahīn détī theen.

yahān kħud Åāýeshah Muħammad chalī āī thī, mujhsé chudvāné.

Mérā bhogayāntrānk anant thā.

Adhiktar mérā Uncut Hindu Lund Saůūdī Årab Muslim Chooton ké andar hī yātrāyen kiyā kartā thā.

Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Ħasīnāyén mujh par apnā pahlā ħaq mānti thīn, kyonki main ék Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mān kā putr thā.

Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Chūton sé jāb kabhī mérā Hindu Lund bāhar hotā thā, to båqī Årab Musalmān ħasīnāon ké ħuqooq shurū’ ho jāté thé.

Jāb båqī Årab Musalmān Chooton sé bāhar nikaltā thā mérā Hindu Lund, to båqī Musalmān Ħasīnāyén apnā ħaq māngné lagtī thīn.

Haméshā kisī na kisī Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Ħasīnā, aný Årab Musalmān Ħasīnā, athvā aný Musalmān Ħasīnā ki mast Muslim Choot mein ghus ghus kar chalté rahnā hī is prakār méré Uncut Hindu Lund ké liyé normal bāt thī.

Bāhar rahnā ékdum abnormal bāt thī.

Åāýeshah Muħammad muskurāī.

Sālī beħad ħasīn thī.

“Sir!” Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī, “kamré mein chalén?”

Main usko vahīn khulé mein chodnā chāhtā thā.

“Nahīn!” main bolā, “ yahīn khulé mein ŧhīk hai. Waisé bhī aur gharon sé yahān kā kuchh nahīn dikhtā hai. kisī ko nahīn dikhégā ki main tumhārī mālish kar rahā hoon. Jāo. Andar sé jā kar bistar yahīn par lā kar dāl do.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad maree jā rahī thī mujhsé chudvāné ké liyé.

Ék Béŧī kī ammī thī.

Chudāī kyā hotī hai, aur usmein åurat ko kitnā mazā ātā hai, yeh voh Kħoob achchhī taraħ samajhtī thī.

Aesé hī to nahīn ban gaī thī Åāýeshah Muħammad ék Béŧī Kī ammī.

Voh fauran gayī aur bistar lé āyī.

“Koī pūrāni chādar lé āo.” Main bolā, “ nahīn to tél lag kar ye kħarāb ho jāyégī.”

Wo nīché sé jā kar ék chādar bhī lé āyī.

Åāýeshah Muħammad né chādar bistar par bichhā dī.

“Tum ab is par léŧ jāo.” Main bolā.

Åāýeshah Muħammad ulŧī ho kar léŧ gayī.

Mainé uskī ŧāngon kī mālish shurū kar di.

usko ārām mil rahā thā.

Wo dhīré dhīré āhein lé rahī thī.

Phir wo bolī, “Sir!”

“Bolo.”

“Agar āp burā na Mānén to thođā aur ghutano sé oopar mālish karo na.”

Main muskurāyā.

“ Uské liyé to tumhārā skirt oopar uŧhānā hogā.”

“Jaisā āpko ŧhīk lagé, waisā kar lén, Sir! mujhé to bađā ārām mil rahā hai.”

Mainé Åāýeshah Muħammad kī skirt oopar uŧhā kar ghutano sé oopar kar dī.

Thođī der båd wo bolī,

“Sir! thođā aur oopar karo na.”

Mainé Åāýeshah Muħammad kī skirt ab pūrī hī haŧā kar uské Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhon sé oopar kar dī.

Åāýeshah Muħammad né palaŧ kar dékhā aur muskurāté hué bolī,

“Kyon Sir! méré Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhon kī bhī mālish karné wālé ho kyā?”

Mainé bhī muskurākar poori besharmī sé kahā,

“Hān mérī jān! Abhī kas kar masal kar achchhé sé mālish kartā hoon.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad nashīlī āvāz mein bolī,

“ Ŧhīk hai. Jaisā chāho, kar lo.”

Ab mainé dhyān sé uské Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhé dékhé.

Kyā hī ghazab ké moŧé thé Åāýeshah Muħammad ké Saůūdī Årab Musalmān koolhé.

Usné panty nahīn pahnī thī.

Bahut hī mast chudāsé lag rahé thé uské Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhé.

Dékhté hī méré Uncut Hindu lund né kas kar jhaŧkā mārā aur tan gayā.

Mainé tél hāth mein lé kar uské Muslim Koolhon par lagāyā aur kas kar uské Muslim Koolhon ko masalné lagā.

Åāýeshah Muħammad bhī halké halké sisakné lagī.

Main samajh chukā thā, āj rāt ye achchhé sé mujhsé chudwāyégī.

Main bhī khoob zor zor sé masal rahā thā.

Phir mainé apné hoŧhon sé Åāýeshah Muħammad ké Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhon ko choomnā shurū kar diyā.

Åāýeshah Muħammad zor zor sé siskané lagī.

Uské sisakné ki āvāz sun kar mujhé aur bhī josh ā rahā thā.

Mainé āvésh mein Åāýeshah Muħammad ké ék Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhé par kāŧ liyā, halké sé.

Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī,

“Sir! kyā khā hī jāoge?”

Main bolā,

“ Sālī! khāoongā nahīn. Abhī apnā moŧā Uncut Hindu Lund térī is kasī huī Saůūdī Årab Muslim gānđ mein ghusā kér, térī gānđ mār kar, téré jism kā sārā dard nikāl doongā. Samjhī, Sālī, Åāýeshah Muħammad!”

Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī,

“Sir! āp to bađī pyārī achchhī bātén karté ho. Aisā to mainé āj tak kabhī nahīn kiyā.”

Mainé kahā,

“ Sālī! chintā mat kar. Tujhé rāt bhar chod chod kar mérī taraħ poorī chudakkađ, méré haméshā chodné lāyāq, banā doongā. Samjhī? Bas, tum ab mazé létī jāo, méré Uncut Hindu lund ké.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad téz téz sānson ké beeh bolī,

“Hān Sir! Bas, aisé hī bātéin karté hué mujhé zindagī bhar chodné kā mood banā lījiyé. Shādī karné kī bhī koī zarūrat nahīn hai. Live in relationship bhī chalégī. Tum bhī free, main bhī free. Kisī kī kisī par koī zimmédārī nahīn. Kab sé taras rahī hoon. mérā hubnd bhī jaldī mar gayā. Main ŧhīk sé mazé bhī nahīn lé pāyī. Ab tum hī mérī pyās bujhā do. Chod lo mujhé. aur lé lo is Saůūdī Årab Muslim Choot aur Saůūdī Årab Muslim gānđ kā mazā. hiiiiiii kāsh roz jam ké chudātī main āpké Uncut Hindu lund sé. Kħoob mazé lé lé kar. siiiiiiii uiiiiiiii Ammī āāāa. Allāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāah! aur kas ké maslo méré Muslim Koolhon ko. hi rajjjjjjjjjjā lé lo mazā méré Saůūdī Årab Musalmān jism kā.”

“Sālī! agar sach me tujhko mérā Uncut Hindu lund chāhiyé, to batā. Main tujhé daily chodnā shuroo kar doongā.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad lalak kar bolī,

“Sach, méré Hindu rājā! main tumhārā aħsān kabhī nahīn bhoolongī, agar tum mujhko vāqaåī daily chodnā shuroo kar do.”

Mainé uské Muslim Koolhon ko aur kas kar masal kar kahā,

“Shuroo kar doongā, mérī Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Malikā! pure mazé doongā.”

Aur kas ké Åāýeshah Muħammad ké Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhé par kāŧ liyā mainé.

Åāýeshah Muħammad aur tézi sé sisak pađī,

“Hiiiiiiiiiiii siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii marrrrrrrrrr gayī Mérī Jān! Méré Hindu Piyā! hiiiii Ammī! māāarrrrr dāāāāla. Allāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāah! kyā mazā lé rahé ho tum méré Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhon kā. hiiiiiii aur kasssssss ké masalo na! Phāđ dālo in ko. Bahut machalté hain ye. Uiiiiiiiiii!Ammī! āāāāa mazāāāā ā gayāāāāa. kāŧ dālo. hiiiiii siiiiiii choom lo. pél do. Allāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāah! hiiiiiii reeeeeee aur kasssssssss kéeeeeeee rājāāāāāāa! Durgesh! ”

Ab main dhīré dhīré uské Muslim Koolhon sé oopar ki taraf bađhné lagā, aur uské oopar léŧ gayā.

Phir mainé kahā,

“Sālī! Åāýeshah Muħammad! chodné lāyāq ab zarā palaŧ jāo. dékhoon to sahī ki térī ye Saůūdī Årab Muslim Chūchiyān kitnī moŧī hain. Shām ko to bahut kasī huī moŧī lag rahī thīn. zarā inkā asli size to dékh loon.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad palaŧ gayī.

Chapter 3

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After the death sentence 4

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After the death sentence

Chapter 4

Mohan Dīxit never wanted that Åzrah Iqbāl should fuck me ever.

She was now his steady girlfriend.

Yet, Åzrah Iqbāl wasn’t his wife.

Neither had she ever wanted to be.

The problem was Mohan Dīxit couldn’t get rid of Åzrah Iqbāl.

She was his Māmū, Muħammad Iqbāl’s daughter.

Nādirah Taufīq wanted Åzrah Iqbāl with Mohan Dīxit.

Mohan Dīxit couldn’t go against Nādirah Taufīq.

Maħmūd Sultān was sentenced to death unjustifiably.

Mohan Dīxit had tried his best to get justice for Maħmūd Sultān.

“Durgesh, he has been framed.” Mohan Dīxit has told me.

“I understand Mohan, but I can’t represent every framed one personally, you know. My firm HVS Law Internationals has more than a million lawyers. We have our branches almost everywhere wherever at least there is a High Court. They peacefully co-exist everywhere.”

Mohan Dīxit smiled sarcastically.

“The extent to you take an interest in HVS Law Internationals, is evident from the fact that you don’t even know the actual number of legal minds you have there!”

I smiled.

“It’s not necessary to know to protect any client, exactly how many lawyers are there in your law firm.”

“Oh sure,” Mohan Dīxit laughed sarcastically, “I think most of these ‘more than one million lawyers’ are your beautiful Musalmān lady friends. Aren’t they?”

I smiled cunningly.

“Mohan Dīxit, your companies too have most of the employees feminine and they are beautiful and your Musalmān lady friends too. Am I mistaken?”

“Not at all, not at all. But if you investigate you can easily find out I’m not exactly responsible for it. Nādirah Taufīq Bhābhījān, Åzrah Iqbāl and Ħafsah Aslam Bhābhījān have actually managed deliberately to do it, not I. I can’t go against them. Moreover, the women they employed are never liabilities to my companies. They are always assets instead.”

“Similarly,” I smiled intelligently, “it is difficult for anyone to keep track of the exact numbers of lawyers in HVS Law Internationals, because at any given moment there are a thousand or more leaving for a multitude of reasons and almost the same numbers are fresh new recruits trained and polished.”

“Very well answered.” Mohan Dīxit smiled, “I deserved it. Naturally I can’t win the master cross examiner in an argument.”

I smiled.

“Then, why the hell, are you trying to?”

“I’m sorry. I only want you won’t regret afterwards that you could have saved an innocent’s life if you had the chance.”

“Innocent?”

“He has been framed by the real terrorists, Durgesh. He is being sentenced to death because he didn’t cooperate with the dirty beasts.”

“How are you so confirm?”

“Because I know him personally. Maħmūd Sultān is the Indian anyone can be proud of. He believes that the Partition of India was a great blunder.”

“I see.”

“The then British forced it on Musalmīn. They fooled Musalmīn of that time that Hindus would punish Musalmīn for what Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India.”

“What Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India?”

“Oh, come on, Durgesh, don’t act as if you really don’t know it.” Mohan Dīxit complained.*

I watched Mohan Dīxit gravely.

“I really don’t know it, Mohan Dīxit. Tell me what the hell then Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India?”

“They humiliated Hindus beyond every moral, beyond every humanity and beyond every human imagination.”

“How many were the Musalmīn then?”

“What do you mean?”

“How many were the Musalmīn then? More than Hindus, or less than Hindus?”

“The Hindus are still more than Musalmīn many times. And so were they when Musalmīn were in power in India.” Mohan Dīxit informed me immensely disapproving of my attitude.

“And you want to tell me that those handful of Musalmīn oppressed manifold Hindus successfully when they were in power in India? And Hindus, so many times more than Musalmīn, did nothing to their oppressors? Do you really believe this utter nonsense?”

“You want to say these are only fictions, imaginations?”

“Political fictions, political imaginations, invented by then British rulers so that they could break the unity of then Indians and rule on us.”

HVS Law Internationals never failed to play the expansion game even more quickly than others.

It never failed to gobble up the other law firms in other cities, whether weaker or strong.

Even the strong law firms couldn’t give the constant positive results in the acquittal of innocent and framed ones.

They failed in competing with HVS Law Internationals in this toughest competition of talent, knowledge, experience and commitment to the cause.

They were fighting for money and fame.

HVS Law Internationals was fighting for justice to the innocents, framed ones and to the poor who couldn’t afford to pay the huge fees of those strong reputed law firms.

Soon HVS Law Internationals was more popular and more respected law firm everywhere.

Åzrah Iqbāl was playing with my Uncut Hindu Cock when Mohan Dīxit started the engine.

Mohan Dīxit was sweating already.

“It’s alright, Åzrah,” I put my palm on hers, “it’s not necessary.”

Sājidah Taufīq took my Uncut Hindu Cock in her beautiful young Musalmān palm, from Åzrah Iqbāl.

“Let me please him, Åzrah.”

“Your elder sister, Nādirah Taufīq, would kill me, Sājidah.” Åzrah Iqbāl smiled.

“I’m not pleased with Nādirah Taufīq Bājī.” Sājidah Taufīq said angrily, “She still suspects Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān is really a terrorist. She should have more faith in Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān. I appreciate Åābidah Sultān instead.”

Sājidah Taufīq bent and took my Uncut Hindu Cock into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She started to kiss, lick and suck it.

I couldn’t stop anyone of them.

I suspected neither Sājidah Taufīq nor Åzrah Iqbāl is actually interested in persuading me to represent Maħmūd Sultān.

They were actually more interested in enjoying sex with me, instead.

It was actually a golden opportunity for them to prove they were sacrificing for Nādirah Taufīq and Åābidah Sultān’s future.

Mohan Dīxit turned right on the main prison road.

We were passing neat little white homes with flowers and trees in the front yard.

Åzrah Iqbāl was sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock now, passionately.

Sājidah Taufīq had already sucked me for half an hour continuous.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was receiving best services from the beautiful Musalmān houseladies of Maħmūd Sultān.

No, they were neither society girls, nor sluts, as the Pseudo Musalmīn claimed about them.

They were only modern independent Musalmān women who deliberately never wanted to surrender to their ever jealous Pseudo Musalmīn mankind.

Sājidah Taufīq was a PhD even.

They both were unmarried.

I was actually the ever first man in Sājidah Taufīq’s life.

Wasn’t it amazing?

Sājidah Taufīq was twenty eight already.

None believed Sājidah Taufīq was still a virgin.

Yet, it was true.

She believed in modern values.

Sājidah Taufīq was not traditional at all.

Neither Åzrah Iqbāl was.

An arrow on a road sign pointed right to Unit 786.

How ironic it was.

786 was a religious number in modern day Islam and now they were keeping pseudo Islamic terrorists in this Unit.

With Mohan Dīxit driving our car, we turned very slowly.

Within seconds we were on a dirt road that led us quickly to some serious fencing and razor wire.

Now, Sājidah Taufīq had lifted her garārā up and had straddled me.

My Uncut Hindu Cock touched her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt between her labial lips.

Sājidah Taufīq immediately put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on my lips.*

Sājidah Taufīq pushed herself down on my almost ever erect Hindu Penis.

It started to enter her immediately.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“My pleasure,” Sājidah Taufīq smiled gratefully, “I’ve dreamed of you. Yet I never believed I can be so lucky.”

“I’m honored,”

“Perhaps it’s quite contrary. There are infinite Musalmān Beauties but there is only one Durgesh.”

“You are being very kind to me.” I smiled feeling my one fourth Uncut Hindu Cock inside her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She felt it inside her and smiled triumphantly.

Nādirah Taufīq Bājī said,

“It’s not easy to fuck Durgesh.”

“Nonsense,” Sājidah Taufīq laughed at her elder sister, “You never tried. If you had, you too could have.”

“Sājidah Taufīq, it’s forbidden in Islam.”

“Nādirah Taufīq, it’s forbidden in Pseudo Islam, not in Islam ever.”

“I see,” Nādirah Taufīq said sarcastically, “so you think Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam established Islam so that all the Muslimāt should marry Hindu rascals?”

“Hindus aren’t as rascals as the Pseudo Musalmīn are ever.” Sājidah Taufīq said insistently, “Hindus aren’t running the terrorist organizations to kill anyone that isn’t Hindu.”

“They are doing more dangerous things to us Musalmīn.”

“Oh, really? What?”

“They fuck us Musalmān Beauties everywhere wherever they can.”

“Are you sure? I think it’s actually vice versa.”

“That’s their dirty deliberately determined publicity. No Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman ever wants to have sex with a dirty Hindu.”

“You are living in fool’s paradise, Nādirah Taufīq.” Sājidah Taufīq said contemptuously, “I don’t want a terrorist/potential terrorist husband. Neither I want my children to be terrorist. I want a happy family and enjoy my life as much as I can.”

Chapter 5

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After the death sentence: Index

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After the death sentence

Index

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After the death sentence 3

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After the death sentence

. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

Chapter 3

Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Imām

We agreed to a compromise.

We would wait until she was ready emotionally too and see if we felt the same way.

We would see other people but I would live at home until I met someone else.

Her concession was that we could touch each other but I had to swear not to ever suggest or try to get Al Zāhidah Al Imām past that point – nor let her take me past it.

Our ‘deal’ ended with a sweet long kiss.

That first night, we touched each other into oblivion.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy creamed and Al Zāhidah Al Imām lost count of the number of times I made her come.

My fingers and hands on her, and in her, had Al Zāhidah Al Imām climbing the walls.

I touched her lightly along her neck down to her breasts and said,

“You know what the best thing about your skin is? It goes all over your body.”

Everything that could be done to a clit, I did to her.

I said,

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām. I can touch you there all night, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.” and I did.*

The next morning, for her sanity, Al Zāhidah Al Imām added the ‘vitamin’ rule to our bargain:

Once A Day.

After six months, things were working out wonderfully and terribly.

Neither of us had gone out with other people at all, each night was sublime in each other’s arms, and our craving for more was excruciating.

We didn’t cross the line but we came so close that a feather could have knocked either one of us over it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wouldn’t let me stay the night in her bed because after a few nights of feeling that big hard ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock against her behind, Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t get any sleep.

That didn’t prevent Al Zāhidah Al Imām from going to my bed when her desire to be near me overwhelmed her.

Many of her dreams haunted her.

The nightmare was that they were so sweet.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was finally skewered on my fat ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock and I was fucking Al Zāhidah Al Imām until Al Zāhidah Al Imām screamed.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām woke up dripping from every pore and every hole.

They were so real Al Zāhidah Al Imām awoke angry with me for going back on our deal and frustrated that I really hadn’t.

I couldn’t understand why my Musalmān ‘daughter in law’ was so grumpy on so many mornings.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t tell me how much Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me because it only would have made it harder for her and Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew from experience that I was hard enough all the time.

Somehow we made it until six months.

On a weekend Al Zāhidah Al Imām had to travel for business, Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me to come with her.

Maybe being in a strange room and a strange bed did it or maybe we were both just at a point of no return.

Before we’d even touched, Al Zāhidah Al Imām was undressing in front of the mirror and Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw me sitting on the bed.

I said,

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I’m going to have you tonight.”

It wasn’t angry or asking.

It was a matter of fact.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām turned and took off her bra and said,

“Yes honey, you are.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām walked over to me and offered her nipple to my fingers.

We had waited so long; we both instinctively knew that our first time should not be wasted in a heated rush.

I squeezed each nipple long and hard.

Each pull sent sensations to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām stroked the back of my head as I pulled her panties down, and she said,

“That’s good Durgesh…you make Al Zāhidah Al Imām feel it down to here.” Al Zāhidah Al Imām opened her legs as Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood before me and put my hand over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I rubbed her gently.

“You have a soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān cunt,” I told her. “…A sweet soft Musalmān cunt that I’m going to be inside…in here Al Zāhidah Al Imām, in here.” As I spoke my finger entered and explored.

I took my finger out and raised it to her lips.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām tasted her juice and it excited me.

I said,

“…I’m going to be here Al Zāhidah Al Imām, in your mouth …my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock is going to be in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…” Al Zāhidah Al Imām squeezed my wet finger and rolled my Ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock around it.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked down at the handsome face and just said

‘Yes Durgesh…yes…yes…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām should have expected what came next but Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t.

I reached between her spread legs and found the tender pucker.

I sent my slippery Uncut Hindu Cock into the small channel and said, “I’m going to fuck you here Al Zāhidah Al Imām…in your gorgeous beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass…my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock is going to be here, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, here.” I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock as far as it would go.

“Allah Allah! OH God…Durgesh…yes…in my …in all of me.”

My pants were still on, but the bulge Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw sent her a picture of my big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock attempting to enter her Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous Musalmān ass.

It sent a shiver through her, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to do it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām sat next to me and took my shirt off.

I stood and Al Zāhidah Al Imām took off my pants too.

My long, wide, ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock was erect and poised by her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth; the smell of sex was on it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām licked the Hindu length of it and it sprang as Al Zāhidah Al Imām slathered my balls with saliva.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām took the big Hindu knob into her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and squeezed her way up the Hindu shaft.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue traced the contours of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sucking long before I pulled out of her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew what we both wanted.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned back and positioned herself to take the insertion Al Zāhidah Al Imām had waited so long for.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“I’m ready Durgesh…Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s ready for you…”

I was breathing hard.

I approached Al Zāhidah Al Imām on my knees and my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock looked like a spear coming out from between my legs.

I spread her by the ankles and said,

“I’m ready too, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…I’ve been ready to fuck you for as long as I can remember…ready to put this ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock inside you where it belongs to…”

As I spoke Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt the head of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Her wetness had made me accessible to the first penetration of my steel Hindu shaft.

As I pushed deeper into her grasping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān channel, Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“Yes Durgesh …that’s where it belongs to…in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to fuck her deep and I did.

Each my Hindu stoke took me toward her belly and Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t stop moving as I filled her with my long thick Hindu meat.

“Allah! OH God love…so good…Durgesh, I don’t know how I waited this long…oh honey thank you…thank you for waiting for me…for loving me…now we never have to wait anymore…yes Durgesh…love me…love me with your big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock…always…always…”

As Al Zāhidah Al Imām spoke, Al Zāhidah Al Imām surprisingly started to spasm.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to wait but Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām came with a yell and as I stroked her harder and faster, it felt like only seconds passed after her first orgasm when Al Zāhidah Al Imām began to climb again.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t feel me come and I was still hard as a rock inside her.

I pulled out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and took my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand.

It glistened with her juices and I positioned it on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān asshole.

Before Al Zāhidah Al Imām could gird herself, I had pushed, passed her tight anal ring and Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt the enormous pressure of my ever young ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock working its way into a place it seemed it could not fit.

As I moved deeper in her Musalmān ass, my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock felt more massive than it ever looked.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt as stretched as Al Zāhidah Al Imām could get. Al Zāhidah Al Imām could feel the tears at the corners of her eyes but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was determined not to stop me.

I said,

“Is it too much for you, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…should I stop? Can you take it?”

Could Al Zāhidah Al Imām take it?

Al Zāhidah Al Imām could take it forever.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām loved having the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her again and most of all Al Zāhidah Al Imām loved that it was My ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock that was now deep in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Her loud moans and the pressure eased somewhat as Al Zāhidah Al Imām relaxed.

As her fear subsided, Al Zāhidah Al Imām began enjoying the pulsing heat and friction My ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock had created along the walls her tight Musalmān channel.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“No Durgesh, don’t stop…stay inside me ever…it’s where your new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, wants you…yes my Hindu love…push into Al Zāhidah Al Imām…tell me you need me Durgesh …tell me…”

“Yes, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need you…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need this… Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need to be in you…fucking you like this…fucking you like I’m always going to fuck you…fucking you…fucking you…fucking you…”

As my excitement rose I no longer held back any of my Hindu steel rod that was driving to her Musalmān core.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām could feel me encountering the globes of her gorgeous Musalmān ass as I gave her all of my long ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.

Neither of us was aware ever how much time I fucked Al Zāhidah Al Imām in her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It might be hours even.

However we both enjoyed it more than we anticipated.

To her immense surprise, Al Zāhidah Al Imām found she enjoyed it even more than me.

Allah, she never knew she was so crazy to enjoy even anal sex with me.

How the hell Durgesh knew it?

Who told Durgesh it?

Muħammad Afzal?

Her own husband?

None else could have known it.

Durgesh was the only man in her entire life after Muħammad Afzal.

And Durgesh would be the last too.

Now even Muħammad Afzal can’t touch Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

He has deliberately pushed her to Durgesh’s ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.

Muħammad Afzal didn’t love her more than his terrorist father even.

For Muħammad Afzal, his terrorist father was more important than his wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Shame on you, Muħammad Afzal.

You sold your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, as faithful to you as she made even Durgesh keep waiting for six months for her.

I hate you, Muħammad Afzal.

I hate you now tremendously.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started to thrust her gorgeous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass herself wildly tremendously.

She was furious now.

Muħammad Afzal had deceived her.

He had used her to protect his terrorist father sentenced to death.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a damnfool actually still faithful to Muħammad Afzal.

Allah!

Allah!!

She was herself fucking me now tremendously, wildly, furiously, in her rage.

She wanted to revenge now.

Alas, she didn’t know it when she met her father in law.

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd had watched his daughter in law scrutinizing her carefully,

“I never expected we need to talk.”

“Afzal wanted it, Abbu.”

“Why the hell he himself couldn’t do it?” Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd

asked quite unsatisfied, “Doesn’t the bastard know this place is not for his wife to visit ever?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām smiled.

“Your son has run away.”

“The bastard, he really isn’t my real son.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was stunned,

“Allah, do you really mean it, Abbu?”

“He must be Durgesh’s son, I think. He is as coward as the Hindus are.”

“You still think terrorism is bravery?”

“It isn’t terrorism, it’s ‘Jihad’.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām nodded but said nothing.

It was useless to argue with a persistent animal.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām herself hated the terrorists very much.

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd wiped his eyes again, this time with his other sleeve.

He removed a cigarette and put it between his lips.

His hand shook as he flicked the lighter.

He puffed quickly.

“Why did you come here?” he asked in a low, husky voice.

“I’ve already answered that. Your ‘bastard’ son, Muħammad Afzal wanted it. I can’t inherit his property of several millions if I didn’t try to let Durgesh protect you.”

“Your ‘bastard’ husband, Muħammad Afzal, is really gone crazy. Durgesh is one of the many those destroyed me.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām smiled.

“Your ‘bastard’ son, Muħammad Afzal, told me you never admit your mistakes. You always claim somebody else is responsible for everything you are suffering from.”

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd watched her harshly.

“Are you really my Bahħū Bégum?”

“What do you mean?”

“You talk as if Durgesh is fucking you ab initio, not my son.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was stunned.

Her face became intense red with indomitable fury.

The terrorist animal didn’t deserve her attention even a bit.

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd lacked normal etiquette even.

He used the word ‘fucked’ without any hesitation at all.

Instead, it was evident from his expression that he enjoyed using that humiliating word for her immensely.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām moaned in relief as I began to shoot in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass…lovely soothing cum…the cum Al Zāhidah Al Imām waited so long to have inside her… her Hindu love’s cum…My Hindu cum…filling Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s firm Musalmān ass with what she needed.

That night was the beginning of a new ‘deal’ between Al Zāhidah Al Imām and me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām promised me Al Zāhidah Al Imām would never say “no” to me again.
I would take Al Zāhidah Al Imām whenever and however I wanted her, and Al Zāhidah Al Imām would let me.
It was an easy bargain to keep.

Privately, our life together naturally evolved over the next year more into one of ashvinātam lovers than any other relationship.
The only thing missing after a while were friends.
We couldn’t go out as a couple and be ourselves where so many people knew us, so we decided to move to the city.
Starting over wasn’t easy but we had each other.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām struck up a friendship with Åzrah Iqbāl, a friendly, good looking woman at work who was also involved in a ‘May-December’ romance.
It turned out that Mohan was ten years her junior and the son of her best friend.
As we got to know them we all became closer and visions of sugarplums began Icing in My and her head.

We didn’t talk about it for the longest time but when the conversation between us turned to,
“Do you think Åzrah Iqbāl is sexy? Do you think Mohan is good looking?” we both knew what was on the other’s mind.
The thought of having two men in Åzrah Iqbāl at once began feeding her fantasy life.
I finally said it,
“What do you think of the four of us getting past conversation and into something more exciting?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām said,
“It sounds sexy to Al Zāhidah Al Imām but do you think it can…change things? Al Zāhidah Al Imām wouldn’t want to do anything that would come between us; you know, what if you really liked Åzrah Iqbāl and…?

I said,
“Oh, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I love you; this would just be playing around…anyway who knows if they would be interested?”

They were.
It turned out that Åzrah Iqbāl and Mohan had had the same idea from the start.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sure about the whole thing but Al Zāhidah Al Imām figured I’d go along once and see what happened.

The first night started out awkwardly and we were sitting around talking nonsense over drinks for the longest time when Åzrah Iqbāl got up and took off her blouse.
She said,
“Hey guys, this is why we’re here, isn’t it?” She walked over to me, sat in my Hindu lap entirely unashamed of her, and started kissing me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had a rush of mixed feelings.
First, Åzrah Iqbāl was kissing her ideal and a pang of jealousy ran through Al Zāhidah Al Imām.
Secondly, she wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits looked bigger than Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was soon distracted when my hands began roaming over her body.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sure what the others had in mind but Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t going to let Åzrah Iqbāl and me go off separately so Åzrah Iqbāl ‘steered’ us all into one bedroom.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām figured there were lots of possible combinations and Al Zāhidah Al Imām sort of directed things so that the two utmost seasoned Hindu men ‘did’ Åzrah Iqbāl and then I alone do Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām watched as my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock went into Åzrah Iqbāl’s Musalmān mouth, and Mohan’s short, fat, Brāhmañ dick pushed into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy from behind.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām got turned on and Al Zāhidah Al Imām went kissing me as we fucked and squeezed.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t think anyone could make as much noise as Åzrah Iqbāl did.
As Mohan Dīxit attacked Åzrah Iqbāl from behind like a battering ram she screamed as she came. Åzrah Iqbāl probably wasn’t that happy about it because I hadn’t come and she pulled her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth off my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock while she was sounding off.

We all sat on the bed for a few minutes touching each other.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned over and kissed my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock and tasted Åzrah Iqbāl’s juice on me as her lips stroked me into hardness.
Mohan returned the favor by licking Åzrah Iqbāl for a while.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought I wanted Åzrah Iqbāl to suck me and have I do Al Zāhidah Al Imām as I had done Åzrah Iqbāl but Al Zāhidah Al Imām had other ideas.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had come to this party because Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to know what it felt like to have two ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cocks in Åzrah Iqbāl at once.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām directed me on my back and sat over me putting my stubby Hindu thickness into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
It felt good and I did fill Al Zāhidah Al Imām as I did fill Åzrah Iqbāl.
I immediately started bucking up like I was off to the races but Al Zāhidah Al Imām calmed me to a less frenetic pace.
I knew what Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted and had greased her asshole as Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned over my chest to give me access.

The big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in the small hole coupled with the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in Åzrah Iqbāl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy had already almost overwhelmed me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew that a thin membrane separated the two ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cocks in Åzrah Iqbāl, but it felt to Åzrah Iqbāl like they were both in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and both in her Musalmān ass.
The two utmost seasoned Hindu men had pushed in and out of her Musalmān holes as our hands roamed, rubbing and tugging at her tits and ass.
Åzrah Iqbāl wanted to feel us come together…
Åzrah Iqbāl wanted to feel us both filling her with our Hindu cum…in her beautiful Musalmān ass and in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Åzrah Iqbāl urged us on, telling us how good it felt.

I always had good control and I waited until I heard Mohan’s unmistakable sounds of release.
Åzrah Iqbāl called to me as Åzrah Iqbāl felt the first stream of Mohan in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Give it to me Durgesh…give it to Åzrah Iqbāl, please…”
I pounded her Musalmān ass and the heat was excruciating as I fucked her tight Musalmān hole.
I came in her a second or two after Mohan started but it seemed like I kept shooting long after Mohan finished.
Åzrah Iqbāl felt the heat and force of my jets and Al Zāhidah Al Imām missed hearing me calling me “Al Zāhidah Al Imām”; which still sent a shiver of excitement through her even after a year of hearing me call to ‘Al Zāhidah Al Imām’ as I came.

Åzrah Iqbāl didn’t come but was on the edge.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t wait for them to leave so Al Zāhidah Al Imām could have her Durgesh to herself.
When we were finally alone, I squeezed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a hard loving Uncut Hindu Cock that sent Al Zāhidah Al Imām to the sky.
My long strokes and pressure around her Musalmān clit kept me on the verge for an eternity.
I knew well the trembling and small sounds Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually made before Al Zāhidah Al Imām came and kept stopping before Al Zāhidah Al Imām went over.
When Al Zāhidah Al Imām finally couldn’t stand it anymore Al Zāhidah Al Imām was pulling my hair and almost begging,
“Please Durgesh…let me come…make your Al Zāhidah Al Imām come…”
Finally I took her clit and ran my Uncut Hindu Cock around it without stopping.
It was an exquisite first surge, almost painful, and then blessed release.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,
“You are so good for me, Durgesh…you know how to make your Al Zāhidah Al Imām happy.” Al Zāhidah Al Imām kissed the sweet lips that brought her so much pleasure.

We stayed friends with Mohan Dīxit and Åzrah Iqbāl but that was our only sexual encounter.
Fantasies were fine but we didn’t feel the need to act them out with others; we were enough for each other.
After all, I had Musalmān Beauties who wanted me to fuck them all the time and Al Zāhidah Al Imām had me who did what she needed.

In a month it will be ten years since I’ve been with Al Zāhidah Al Imām as Hindu man and Musalmān woman.
I’ve added ‘wife’ to her feelings.
Although we are not actually married, our commitment to each other is as real and strong as any marriage Al Zāhidah Al Imām have ever seen.
We’ve had infrequent fights like any other couple, but it’s been so good that sometimes it makes her afraid, particularly when the sex is especially good.

Last night was a good example.
We were going to see the Abba play and Al Zāhidah Al Imām was more dressed up than usual.
The dress made her look busty.
I came in to the room and said,
“Wow, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you look great.”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had white thigh highs on.
I asked,
“Are you wearing the underwear that you usually wear with those stockings?”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām laughed and flashed me the thong part of the frilly white set.
I gave her a serious look and said,
“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I want to fuck you before we go.”

It still thrilled Al Zāhidah Al Imām to see my eager ever young ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock get hard for her and as Al Zāhidah Al Imām unbuttoned the dress.
Looking at the desire in my eyes all these years later, made Al Zāhidah Al Imām feel lucky.
I didn’t want to wait for her to fiddle with the ten buttons.
I pulled the dress up from the bottom.
Before Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew it, her panties were down and I was in her.

It was wonderful how well my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock had learned to make her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy respond but instead of enjoying it as Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually did, Al Zāhidah Al Imām got teary and scared.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām did what Al Zāhidah Al Imām do in her dumb Moments,
“What if…” What if Durgesh stops loving me, what if Durgesh stops wanting me? I’ve tried to stay in shape but I know Ii can’t look as good as I did ten years ago so what if Durgesh stops finding me attractive?

I knew something was wrong and when Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me, I put my arms outside of her and gathered her into me.
With small kisses all over her face, I kept pushing slowly in and out of Al Zāhidah Al Imām saying,
“You never have to worry, Al Zāhidah Al Imām; I’m going to love you forever. You’ll always be beautiful because Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I love you…all you ever have to do is love me back.”
I stroked her hair as my driving ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock filled Al Zāhidah Al Imām with pleasure.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām calmed and let my loving take her to the place where my love of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body filled her heart.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām surrendered to my hands, my fingers and my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her sweet Durgesh rode up into her belly and reached the place that always made her cry out.
The long even Hindu strokes into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy elicited her soft moans.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām let the last hold she had on herself go as my mouth covered hers, and Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt every inch of my long ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
All of her said,
“Al Zāhidah Al Imām belongs to you, Durgesh, forever.”
Her body flushed under her clothes when Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt I started coming in her.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām pulled me too deep into herself.
A jolt set off her orgasm and it felt as if her cum was coating my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām entered the moment Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to live in forever, never thinking once of the wrinkled dress she’d have to change.

Chapter 4

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After the death sentence 2

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After the death sentence

Chapter 2

Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Imām

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was resuscitated by a phone call.

It wasn’t to Al Zāhidah Al Imām or from Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was in the den and was about to call her sister Al Saħar Al Imām.

I was on the phone so much that Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually checked to see if it was free by pressing the speakerphone button; Al Zāhidah Al Imām got an earful.

I was talking to Al Kubrā Al Nasīr, a girl I was going to the prom with.

The first words Al Zāhidah Al Imām heard were

“…now put that wet finger on your slippery little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān button.”

What was Al Zāhidah Al Imām listening to?

It couldn’t be her ideal Durgesh whom Al Zāhidah Al Imām was sure was a sophisticated, the utmost seasoned man that Al Zāhidah Al Imām was still waiting to have the ‘sex talk’ with?

As I continued talking Al Zāhidah Al Imām realized Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a little too late.

He said,

“Make believe it’s my Uncut Hindu Cock making circles all around it…slowly…one way and then the other…is your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt getting wet the way it does for me, little girl?”

The sound of her answer sent an electric spark through her belly.

“Oh yes Durgesh…my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy’s all wet for you…why aren’t you here with your big ardent Hindu thing…so Al Kubrā Al Nasīr can kiss you and you can touch me all over…?” Her hand went almost involuntarily between her legs.

“Tomorrow, little girl…Muħammad’s having a party…and you’re going to be there…upstairs…with your beautiful Musalmān legs spread…and then you’ll have it…deep in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…”

As I described what I was going to do to my girlfriend, Al Zāhidah Al Imām put her hand in her panties and slid a finger over her moist Musalmān clit.

As the disturbing image of mine entering the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy of a woman who could only be her focused, Al Zāhidah Al Imām came with a shudder.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām pressed the speakerphone off and went blank until the cooling stickiness in her panties reminded Al Zāhidah Al Imām of what had just happened.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt confused but with a sexual energy Al Zāhidah Al Imām hadn’t felt in years.

It felt so good to be turned on again even if it was Durgesh, the ever infamous Utmost Successful Hindu fucker of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties that had turned her on – then Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked in the mirror.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was appalled.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām determined to do something about what Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw.

It was four months of hell, four days a week in the gym after work.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām lost the extra pounds and found a not bad looking woman looking back at her who was ready to resume an intimate relationship. Throughout her ‘ordeal’, Durgesh was an inspiration.

One discouraging day I said,

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you’re doing great. I would love to have a girl who looks that hot; you look good enough to love.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was sure I didn’t mean it in a sexual way but still; I was too much of an inspiration.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by the phone call that still played in her head.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by the handsome strong body I had still maintained amazingly even at my sixty six.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by ashvinātam thoughts of mine doing to Al Zāhidah Al Imām what I said I would do to Al Kubrā Al Nasīr.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had fought the thoughts for weeks and months: rationalizing why Al Zāhidah Al Imām had them, telling herself about their fantasticality and immorality.

After all, Durgesh wasn’t a Musalmān.

He was a Hindu and so many Musalmīn hated Durgesh.

Out of jealousy?

It was what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed.

She claimed the Musalmīn that hated Durgesh were actually not Musalmīn.

They were Pseudo Musalmīn actually.

Most of the Musalmān Beauties believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

The ‘Pseudo Musalmīn’ claimed it was due to Durgesh’s incredible unique sexual prowess.

Durgesh is crazy to fuck Musalmān Beauties.

The ever sex starved ever ravenous Musalmān Beauties love and worship Durgesh for it.

They are crazy to fuck Durgesh now more than even Durgesh is crazy to fuck them.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan heads such Musalmān Beauties, obsessed to have Durgesh’s ever dirty Uncut Hindu Cock inside their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām dismissed such fantasies time and again only to have them return…unbidden…urgent…searing her insides.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām sent them away with anger, frustration, and finally with masturbating fingers.

They returned to mock her when Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked at my ever handsome Hindu male face or when I hugged her hello.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām tried to talk to Saħar Al Imām but the words wouldn’t come out.

How does a woman say to her sister,

“I want to sleep with Durgesh, the ever infamous Utmost Successful Hindu fucker of us Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started becoming someone Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t like; Al Zāhidah Al Imām listened in on my conversations.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām did something that still embarrassed her when Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought about it; Al Zāhidah Al Imām went into my bedroom in the middle of the night.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām planned to say Al Zāhidah Al Imām heard a noise or something like that if I awoke.

I was lying almost on my side.

It was a hot night and I was nude.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw what Al Zāhidah Al Imām went to see.

My long Uncut Hindu shaft lay flaccid on my thigh.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood for almost a half hour.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām watched in silent fascination as my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock almost fully hardened at one point.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām imagined it in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt herself on the edge of doing the unthinkable.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām went back to her room and made herself come twice.

Even that night, in her cobwebbed denials, Al Zāhidah Al Imām never thought that Al Zāhidah Al Imām could ever let me put that ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock inside her, nor did Al Zāhidah Al Imām think she would want to.

After all, Al Zāhidah Al Imām was my daughter in law.
Of course, Afzal isn’t Durgesh’s real son.

Afzal’s Ammī started to live in relationship when Afzal’s real father, Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd, was sentenced to death for his so called inhumane activities of terrorism against everyone who wasn’t Musalmān.
Things began going crazy when I came home after prom night.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me how it went and I said “Okay”.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me why it wasn’t ‘great’ or ‘fabulous’.

I laughed and said.

“Those are the details you really don’t want to know, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was serious when Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me I could tell her anything and that Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to know anything that affected me.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew I’d fucked almost entire Musalmān Beauties present there, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was still wide eyed when I told her.

“Well, it’s Al Kubrā Al Nasīr, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I sort of broke up with her tonight…it’s a sex thing, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, are you sure you want to hear this?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām put her hand over me and said,

“Sure, I do, but I’m surprised you broke up because she’s such a pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl you have always preferred on other girls, and she has a wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body.”

“It’s okay…it’s not as nice as yours, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, and she really doesn’t want to use it. We’ve had…you know…intercourse a few times…but she never wants to do anything else…it makes no sense but she says the other stuff is only if we get ‘serious’ or engaged or something. Hey, I’m not ready for anything like that…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I mean I’m not getting married just to get…it doesn’t matter…it’s not like we were in love or anything.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re not rushing into anything…you’re still amazingly young and handsome and there are going to be a lot of Musalmān Beauties …I’m sure.”

My remark about her body sensitized Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

“I shouldn’t ask you this but I’m curious, have you already done all those ‘other things’ with other beautiful Musalmān girls?”

” They call me an Utmost seasoned man. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you really are curious.” I took a deeper breath and said, “I’ve had oral sex a lot and it’s great but I’ve never preferred uh…anal…not that I would mind trying it but…”

I started to laugh.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me why and I said,

“Well, Al Kubrā Al Nasīr said she would NEVER have anal with me because I’m…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I guess I’m pretty big…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“A woman adjusts…most woman can…I’m sure you’re not that too big…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked down and saw the outline of the bulge in my pants and put her hand on it…

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had put her hand on my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock!

Al Zāhidah Al Imām fogged over; Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t hear what I said.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had crossed the line without even knowing Al Zāhidah Al Imām was approaching it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked up to see me with my eyes closed enjoying the rubbing Al Zāhidah Al Imām was giving me.

I got harder.

Was I enjoying it because it was Al Zāhidah Al Imām, or would any Hindu gets hard if any decent looking Musalmān woman rubbed his Uncut Hindu Cock, even if it was his Musalmān daughter in law?

The questions disappeared when my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock appeared.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām herself had unzipped my pants and taken it out.

It was swollen red with blood…it was rock hard…its size fascinated Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

I said,

“Suck it, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…please suck it. I need not your hand there now, your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth instead. Please!”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām hadn’t had the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth for so long…

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had forgotten how much Al Zāhidah Al Imām liked it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām closed her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth over about a third of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock, wrapped her beautiful Musalmān fingers over the still exposed Hindu shaft and slid her hand back and forth as Al Zāhidah Al Imām sucked my ever infamous, yet ever dreamed of by Musalmān Beauties, Uncut Hindu Cock.

The more Pseudo Musalmīn hated me for it out of jealousy, the more their beautiful Musalmān houseladies were obsessed to have my Uncut Hindu Cock inside their ever sex starved ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts.

The swollen helmet felt velvety smooth in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as my Ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock massaged it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām took more of the big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock until it approached the back of her Musalmān throat.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt my hands on her head and in my excitement and experience I was directing Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām gently moved my hands to her aching Musalmān breasts.

Her husband, Muħammad Afzal, couldn’t face the humiliation that his real father was a terrorist and was waiting to be hanged till death.

He ran away leaving everything behind on Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s name.

The only condition he insisted on was that Al Zāhidah Al Imām would manage Durgesh to represent his father somehow anyway.

I massaged them over her blouse, as Al Zāhidah Al Imām tasted my Hindu pre-cum.

The flavor of sex made Al Zāhidah Al Imām hungry for more.

The thought of mine spewing ashvinātam cum into Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s mouth excited and alarmed me.

Before I exploded Al Zāhidah Al Imām actually thought of stopping…and…Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t even know what Al Zāhidah Al Imām was going to do or say but the sound of desire in my voice was mesmerizing and it made Al Zāhidah Al Imām wet.

I said,

“Oh, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…yes…suck my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock…suck it, suck it…it feels so good…don’t stop…please…my beautiful Al Zāhidah Al Imām…”

My first release caught Al Zāhidah Al Imām by surprise.

It was so hard Al Zāhidah Al Imām pulled back and the next two jets caught her on the cheek and chin.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām returned my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock to her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and swallowed the last of my fragrant Hindu cum that presaged her panic.

“What have I done?” Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought, “Is Durgesh going to hate me for the rest of my life? How could I have sucked Durgesh’s ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock?”

“OH, Al Zāhidah Al Imām”, I said, “That was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to us, Al Zāhidah Al Imām,”

I kissed away her trembling and I kissed away her silent tears but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was overwhelmed.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām ran to her room and locked the door.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was mortified.

Durgesh requested her to open the door and talk to me but Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t.

She was so ashamed of herself.

Moreover, she was immensely furious to her runaway husband, Muħammad Afzal.

How the hell could she manage Durgesh to represent his terrorist father in law?

Did Muħammad Afzal want his wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, to sleep with Durgesh for it even, if necessary?

After a long time Al Zāhidah Al Imām said,

“I’m okay Durgesh, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t okay, neither through that sleepless night nor for weeks afterwards.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām apologized to me and told me she’d been drinking and depressed even though the truth was that Al Zāhidah Al Imām just wanted to sleep with me; no…Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to fuck her…but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was determined that she shouldn’t let me ever.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām requested me to forgive her and forget that it happened.

What a stupid thing to say.

‘Forget that Al Zāhidah Al Imām took your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and sucked you until you came.’

Needless to say, neither of us could forget what happened.

The more we didn’t talk about it, the larger it loomed whenever we were together.

Finally one night, in the middle of a sentence, I began kissing Al Zāhidah Al Imām passionately.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted nothing more than for me to take her, have her, be in her; but Al Zāhidah Al Imām reluctantly pushed me off and said,

“Sweetheart…love…we can’t…it’s ashvinātam, absolutely prohibited in Islam. Oh Durgesh…Al Zāhidah Al Imām put these crazy ideas in your head with her selfish…”

I stopped her.

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, do you think I never thought about you? Don’t you know, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I was always turned on by you?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was surprised.

“But I was horrible to look at and…”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you were never horrible. You were always beautiful to me. Let me show you something.”

I went to my room and returned a Moment later with some photographs in my hand.

They were old ones that her husband had taken when they were first married.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked at herself in ‘pin-up’ poses wearing a bikini.

“Where did you get those…that was so long ago I don’t even remember taking them?”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I found them in a stack of pictures five years ago, Al Zāhidah Al Imām. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you’ve been turning me on for a long time. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I look at these pictures all the time…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I still…believe me, you didn’t start me thinking about having sex with you…Al Zāhidah Al Imām I…”

I came closer to kiss her, to touch her, to love her.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt like saying,

“Yes Durgesh, put your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in my enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth again, put your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock wherever you want to fuck me…”

Instead, Al Zāhidah Al Imām stopped me by saying,

“Allah Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, please don’t…please don’t make it that much harder. We can’t…we just can’t…Al Zāhidah Al Imām can’t do it to you.”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām” I said, “You’re not doing anything to me…It’s what Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I want…isn’t it what you want yourself too, Al Zāhidah Al Imām?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām hesitated for a second.

I reached for her saying…

‘Let me love you Al Zāhidah Al Imām…just let me…”

“Please Durgesh, no…Al Zāhidah Al Imām can’t even talk about it anymore…we’re not going to become…honey please understand…please don’t break my heart. Right now Al Zāhidah Al Imām wants you so much Al Zāhidah Al Imām doesn’t know if Al Zāhidah Al Imām can stop you. My husband has runaway. I need sex very much. But…from you? Never. Never. I’m sorry.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started to cry.

“Oh, Durgesh, it hurts me…please don’t hate me.”

I relented,

“Okay, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I won’t force you…how can I stop loving you however, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…but can I at least hold you?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām came to my arms and her breasts pushed into my chest.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

It was a torture until I let her go.

That night, Al Zāhidah Al Imām touched herself until Al Zāhidah Al Imām was exhausted.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t satisfy herself.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was only feeding her hunger.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām became lovesick.

It sounded romantic; it wasn’t.

There was nothing poetic about it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām actually became physically ill because of the stress and the unrelenting desire to have my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her now immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām ended up in bed for ten days with a weakened immune system.

The doctor said something about ‘fatigue syndrome’ but Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew better.

I was so good to Al Zāhidah Al Imām during that time Al Zāhidah Al Imām got teary thinking about it.

I took care of her,

I looked after her, and I was always there.

We spent so many hours talking about everything.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām never felt as loved in her life as Al Zāhidah Al Imām did when I sat on her bed and cradled her in my arms with soft kisses on her forehead.

With my help Al Zāhidah Al Imām climbed out of the pit of despair Al Zāhidah Al Imām had dug for herself.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām finally talked to Saħar Al Imām.

After about twenty ‘you what?’ she settled down enough to help me struggle toward an acceptance of her situation.

It was enough just to hear a bit of assurance that Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t terrible and that the rest of her life might not have to be a horror.

She told her Al Zāhidah Al Imām could have all the feelings but waiting until she was older would be the responsible and right thing to do.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām settled in her mind that she would not have me sexually before she was ready emotionally too for it.

Of course Al Zāhidah Al Imām realized that there was no magic number that makes a person ready for mature decisions but it was reasonable for lots of reasons.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām spoke to me that night.

I tried every way I knew to convince her otherwise, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood fast.

The things I said were things Al Zāhidah Al Imām had heard when Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a young girl and they would have been funny if Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t want it as much as I did.

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, let me be in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy just once; Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I promise I won’t come.”

The thought of my full Hindu manhood spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and pushing up into her belly made Al Zāhidah Al Imām wet but after three hours of sweat and tears she came around, and so did I.

Chapter 3

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After the death sentence 1

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After the death sentence

Chapter 1

Durgesh Nādirah Taufīq

Durgesh Åābidah Sultān

Åābidah Sultān screamed,
“WHAT THE FUCK Durgesh !! Ammī, DURGESH FUCKING DID IT AGAIN!!”

It was the first thing Nādirah Taufīq heard in the morning,

She came running into Nādirah Taufīq’s room, with something all over her face, dripping down her cheek.

“Watch your language young lady. DURGESH, GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!” Nādirah Taufīq yelled.

I went into her room with my head raised, wanting boldly to meet anyone’s eyes.

“He does this every weekend Ammī, it has to stop. It’s disgusting.” Åābidah Sultān went on. “I wake up to seeing his Uncut Hindu Dick spraying me with his dirty Hindu cum. He needs to see a psychologist or something. He’s sick in the head.”

“Ok, ok. Åābidah Sultān, you go get cleaned up, I need to talk to Durgesh alone.” Nādirah Taufīq said as she was desperately trying to think of something to do about this.

Åābidah Sultān huffed out of the room, leaving Nādirah Taufīq and me alone.

Nādirah Taufīq had been having a tough Time with me lately.

Ever since I joined them six months ago, it seemed like I’d been obsessed with her older daughter.

She was twenty years old, and if Nādirah Taufīq didn’t know better, would say that she’d been teasing Durgesh right ab initio.

Åābidah Sultān didn’t like Durgesh.

She herself used to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock until I blasted my Hindu semen into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, then deliberately make it spray on her face, and then claimed I did it.

Nādirah Taufīq had talked to Åābidah Sultān about it, telling her she needed to dress more modestly around the house.

Åābidah Sultān’s response had been,

“But Ammī, we have always been super casual. I feel comfortable like this. I don’t want to have to put pants on just to go to breakfast.”

But in the end, Åābidah Sultān had agreed to start at least wearing pajamas around the house.

Nādirah Taufīq had thought that would be the end of it. But then this…

“Durgesh, this is the third Time in 2 months.” Nādirah Taufīq sighed. “We’ve talked about this, and you said you are innocent. What’s going on?”

After a Moment of silence, I said,

“Nādirah Taufīq, I told you your daughter doesn’t like me living here. But you insisted.”

“Nonsense, Durgesh. Åābidah Sultān is twenty now. She must understand the testament of her Abbu. He is facing the false charge of being a terrorist, only because he opposed terrorism. What is wrong there if he wants his advocate, his brother in law, the husband of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sisters to live with us to protect us?”

“Ask Åābidah Sultān, your daughter. What the hell can I do? I don’t want to live here.”

“That’s out of question. Maħmūd wants you here. He doesn’t believe on his ever greedy relatives. He thinks only you can protect us from them, and I understand Maħmūd is right.”

“I told you, Nādirah Taufīq, your twenty years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter, Åābidah Sultān, fucks me every night. She rapes me. Even her beautiful Musalmān lady friends fuck me when you are in your office.”

“And you enjoy it all?” Nādirah Taufīq blurted out.

“Why the hell should not I?” I smiled cunningly, “I am not fucking them, they are fucking me.”

Nādirah Taufīq glanced down at my Hindu crotch and noticed that I was starting to get hard again.

She couldn’t believe it.

Inwardly she smiled a little.

“He has no shame,” she thought. “I’d better change the subject before things start getting worse.”

The reason for this line of thought was because she felt a tingling starting between her legs herself.

Ever since the first incident with me and Åābidah Sultān, she couldn’t keep the thoughts out of her mind.

Thoughts like wishing I would choose her rather than her daughter to cum on.

Nādirah Taufīq’s husband, Maħmūd Sultān, was sentenced to death 3 years ago, leaving her to raise their seven daughters alone.

He wasn’t hanged till now but his hanging was certain if I couldn’t prove his innocence.

Before his going to jail, she would suck him off every day, sometimes more.

That was one of the main reasons for their happy marriage.

Everybody commented how happy they were together.

It worked well, he loved cumming, and she loved to eat his eat it.

After Maħmūd was jailed waiting for his hanging, Nādirah Taufīq

had been so busy with work and the kids that she hadn’t even given much thought to find another man.

She always told herself,

“Once the kids are out of the house, maybe.”

But that was about all the thought she gave to the subject, other than the lonely nights, where she only had her hand to distract her.

I continued my story,

“I can’t help my Uncut Hindu Dick gets hard instantly.”

I looked up at this, and looked into Nādirah Taufīq’s

flushed face. “I didn’t even notice Åābidah Sultān was rubbing it, until I found Åābidah Sultān actually doing it in my room. I was lying on my back, with her one hand between my legs, like I’d fallen asleep rubbing her Pussy on my ever hard Uncut Hindu Cock.”

Nādirah Taufīq blushed deeper at this.

I noticed the blush, yet I decided to push a little bit more.

Why the hell should I have stopped?

Åābidah Sultān was doing it all, not I.

“Before I knew it, Åābidah Sultān was standing above me pulling furiously on my cock. And when she opened her eyes, the first thing she did was look at my Uncut Hindu Dick and smile.”

I could tell I was getting a reaction out of Nādirah Taufīq.

“She looked so cute there, smiling up at me with her tits and even her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt out on display, I couldn’t take it, and so I blew. I came all over her face. It felt so good to Åābidah Sultān, Nādirah Taufīq. I just kept spurting all over her forehead, nose, and cheek. And when it dribbled into her mouth a little, she sat bolt upright, and just started screaming.”

I was hard now, and my right hand went in front of my pajama bottoms to cover it, or so Nādirah Taufīq thought at first.

I had never been this forward in my description before.

I was always sophisticated.

Nādirah Taufīq believed me the first two Times, but this Time… This Time I seemed different.

Something in my eyes; I didn’t seem sorry at all EVER.

“Durgesh, we really have to stop doing this. What can I do to make sure you don’t…” she searched for an appropriate word for an inappropriate situation. “don’t jizz on Åābidah Sultān anymore?” Then she noticed that my hand was moving, ever so slightly.

“Nādirah Taufīq, I have an idea, but you may not like it.” My eyes flicked from her face down to her chest.

She noticed and remembered she was in her pajamas too.

And there was ample cleavage showing.

I was lusting after her.

On the one hand, she couldn’t allow this.

On the other, she was soooo horny lately, and really wanted some attention.

And after all, she did want me to stop molesting Åābidah Sultān.

“What’s your idea, Durgesh?” she breathed heavily, sitting up straighter on her bed.

She moved over to the edge, and put her feed on the ground, getting closer to me.

I stepped forward until I was standing right in front of Nādirah Taufīq. “You’re turning me on, Nādirah Taufīq, just like Åābidah Sultān did. Once I get this feeling, I just have to cum. If I had something to distract me from Åābidah Sultān, some outlet I could use, then she would leave me alone.” I was blatantly rubbing my cock through my pajamas now, “Naturally, if my Uncut Hindu Cock is busy somewhere else, Åābidah Sultān can’t use it adversely to your interests.”

She couldn’t believe it.

I had just cum and now I was getting hard again.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was getting wet thinking about it.

Still, she tried another futile suggestion, knowing I wouldn’t settle for it.

“We could get you some good Musalmān lady friends of mine to fuck them. And you could stick that beautiful Uncut Hindu Cock of yours any Time you like.” Her mind was racing now, and her words slipped.

She hadn’t meant to call it beautiful.

But it was, and she could see it through my pajamas.

It was huge, and she wanted it.

“No Nādirah Taufīq, I tried, Åābidah Sultān’s extremely beautiful Musalmān lady friends are already serving me. Yet Åābidah Sultān manages successfully to fuck me every night. I need to have real Musalmān flesh with me every night so that Åābidah Sultān can’t replace her ever.” I said, not taking my eyes off Nādirah Taufīq’s tits. “Like this…” and I reached down and pulled one side of her pajama tops to the side, revealing much more tit flesh.

Once done, I brought her hand boldly to my Uncut Hindu Cock, but this Time, I used my other hand to fish it out the front of my pajama bottoms. It was out, and Nādirah Taufīq was stroking it right in front of her face. “Take your top off, Nādirah Taufīq.”

Nādirah Taufīq began mechanically to obey, her eyes locked on the massive Uncut Hindu Dick being gently stroked just inches from her face.

Once complete, she reached out and put her hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock, stroking it.

I let go, and placed Nādirah Taufīq’s hand directly on my Hindu shaft.

“Yeah, that feels good.”

Then I reached down and hefted her left breast with my right hand. ” Nādirah Taufīq, I’ve wanted to feel your Musalmān tits for so long. They feel so good.”

“Ok, honey, I’ll do this for you, but you have to promise to leave Åābidah Sultān alone. Ok?”

Nādirah Taufīq was enjoying the feel of my Uncut Hindu Cock immensely.

It brought back memories of Times she longed for.

“Ok, Nādirah Taufīq, if you will do this for me any Time I want, Åābidah Sultān has to leave us alone.” Then I grunted as Nādirah Taufīq

started me pumping faster.*

Åābidah Sultān had gone to the bathroom to clean up.

Once she was in there, she closed the door and looked in the mirror.

My fragrant Hindu cum was all over her beautiful young Musalmān face.

This was so hot.

She eagerly scooped it up into her hand, and started rubbing it on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, hands under her pajama shirt.

She loved the feel of my Hindu cum.

Then she put her other hand down her bottoms and started rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She was gonna cum quickly, she could tell.

She had gone to bed the night before hoping this would happen.

She left her door open on purpose, and then fell asleep after furiously masturbating.

Thoughts of the last Time Åābidah Sultān woke me up flowing through her mind.

Last Time, I’d woken up when Åābidah Sultān had just entered my room.

She was in only her panties at the Time.

I was asleep.

Sure enough,

Åābidah Sultān whipped out my Uncut Hindu Cock, and just started rubbing it right there.

She wished I was brave enough to just sit up and start fucking her, but she didn’t want to startle me and have me run away.

So she just let me lay there, and let me cum all over her.

Once she left the room, she smelled my cum, and rubbed it all over into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Later that day, she was having second thoughts, and told Nādirah Taufīq about it.

Nādirah Taufīq said she would have a talk with me.

Later, Åābidah Sultān regretted telling on me, maybe it wouldn’t happen again.

When she was in the bathroom, while she had two fingers in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, the other hand furiously rubbing her clit, Åābidah Sultān wondered why she had freaked out today.

In her fantasy, she would wake up and just start sucking my Uncut Hindu Dick.

But then the reality of what she wanted to do set in, and she just started yelling at me.

She thought she would die if Nādirah Taufīq walked in on her sucking my Uncut Hindu Dick.

That fear was what kept her from fulfilling her fantasy.

But right now, she needed to cum again.

Thoughts of my big Uncut Hindu Dick spun through her mind as she worked herself up to an amazing orgasm.

It was a strong one, and she slid down against the bathroom wall, out of breath.

While this was going on, Nādirah Taufīq was happily gulping down my Uncut Hindu Cock, and she realized that she needed to finish this before Åābidah Sultān came back in.

She reached under my Uncut Hindu Dick, and slowly pulled on my ball sack.

She stretched it slowly and steadily.

She heard my breathing intensify, and knew I would cum soon.

“Oh Nādirah Taufīq! Oh Nādirah Taufīq! I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming…” and with that, I blew my load into Nādirah Taufīq’s Musalmān mouth.

She swallowed hard and fast.

Experienced in sucking cock, she didn’t let a single drop fall.

Buttoning up her top she said,

“There, is that better? Now get yourself cleaned up in my bathroom before Åābidah Sultān gets back. And make sure to look properly scolded!” She swatted my butt as I went to smile agreeing with her.

What had she gotten herself into, she wondered.*

Åābidah Sultān came in a few minutes later, looking cleaned, but flushed.

“Sorry Nādirah Taufīq, I didn’t mean to freak out and swear so much. He just surprised me. I’m your daughter, Durgesh shouldn’t be using me to masturbate to, much less on me.”

“I know dear. I understand. I spoke with Durgesh again, and he promised he wouldn’t do it again. In fact, I’ve made arrangements that should ensure he leaves you alone.” Nādirah Taufīq told her daughter, as she sat down next to her.

“What arrangements?” Åābidah Sultān wondered out loud.

“Don’t worry, it’s between Durgesh and me. But you have to tell me if Durgesh bothers you again. This really does have to stop.”

“Ok Ammī. Thanks.” And they hugged.

I came out of the bathroom, and saw Åābidah Sultān there with Nādirah Taufīq.

“I’m sorry Åābidah Sultān. I don’t know what came over me. It’s okay with me if you want to have me inside you. I’d never objected it until you yourself complained to your Ammī.”

Åābidah Sultān watched me carefully.

“You really mean it, my dream Hindu lover?”

“Sure, never doubt it, darling.”

Åābidah Sultān was feeling much better about the whole situation, and decided to make light of it.

She replied,

“Well I know what came over me.”

We all laughed at this.

“I’m glad you’re not too mad. I won’t do it again.” Åābidah Sultān said, bowing her head and looking appropriately abashed.

“I hope not. You need to find yourself a good boyfriend to use as an outlet.” I said.

But inside, she hoped to keep me to herself.

It was a twisted mix of feeling she had.

One half of her wanting to keep me to herself, the other wanted me to be happy with someone else.

“Ok, you two get on out of here so I can get ready for the day. I love you both.”

We both gave Nādirah Taufīq a hug and kiss on the cheek, then left her alone.

She hopped in the shower and couldn’t help but masturbated herself to an intense orgasm.

She thought she would like this little arrangement of theirs.

Yes, it would work out well.

An hour later, after she put on a nice summer dress, she came out to find that Åābidah Sultān had gone to a friend’s house, and I was in the living room.

She busied herself with some household chores, and took care of some bills.

I didn’t mention or hint at our little arrangement all morning.

This surprised Nādirah Taufīq, as she thought I would be all over her once Åābidah Sultān was gone.

It was about two in the afternoon when Nādirah Taufīq started getting fantasy.

She started getting an itch.

She had been mulling over the memories of the morning when she found herself adjusting herself in her desk chair.

Then she realized what it was.

She was getting horny again.

And she wanted me.

Well, only one thing to do.

If real flesh was what turned me on, that’s what she would give me.

She walked into the living room with a feather duster.

I was in there reading a book.

I was slouched on the couch, using the sunlight coming in the window to read by.

I looked up and said,

“Hey Nādirah Taufīq.”

She noticed my eyes travel up and down her body, spending a little extra Time on her tanned shapely legs.

“Hi babe. I just need to do a bit of dusting in hear, you go on about your business.” With that, she began dusting all the surfaces in the living room.

She brought in a kitchen chair to stand on, so she could dust the top of a bookshelf.

She also watched me in the reflection of the TV.

She definitely had my attention.

As she stretched to reach the top of the bookshelf, she knew that her short sundress would ride up, giving me a great view of her legs.

She heard me stand up, and walk over to her.

She looked down at me, keeping her arm up.

“Nādirah Taufīq, you have beautiful legs.” I said, as I stepped forward and brazenly rubbed my hands up her calves to her knees.

“Thank you dear. I try to stay in shape.” Continuing to dust, even though she knew it wasn’t needed.

“You’re making me horny again. And this morning you said I could have you any Time I wanted.” I stated. “I think I want you now.”

I leaned in, and kissed the back of her bare Musalmān thigh.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices instantly started flowing.

Nādirah Taufīq turned around in the chair.

While she was turning, I flipped up her dress, so my head was inside of the hem.

I instantly buried my face between her beautiful Musalmān thighs, nose pressed into her panties.
“Oh Durgesh, Nādirah Taufīq wants you too.” She moaned.

I was kissing, then I reached up, and pulled her panties to the side.

When my tongue took the first taste of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, Nādirah Taufīq came.

I realized that this could end poorly, as she was precariously perched on the chair.

So I grabbed her around the thighs, and carried her into the kitchen table, which was the closest furniture available.

I loosened my grip, so she slid down my body.

The feel of her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body rubbing along mine was intoxicating.

When her feet were on the floor, I leaned forward and kissed her.

Not the same peck on the cheek I had given her this morning in front of her daughter, Åābidah Sultān, but passionately.

Our tongues intertwined, and our desire soared.

Gently but firmly, I put my hands on her waist and turned her around.

Then with one hand on her back, I bent her forward onto the table.

Nādirah Taufīq complied, knowing what was coming.

I reached up under Nādirah Taufīq’s dress, pulled her panties down to her ankles, and then I flipped her dress up onto her back.

I took a Moment to enjoy the sight of her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It was perfect.

Nādirah Taufīq worked out, and it showed.

I gave it a slap.

She wiggled back at me.

“Oh Durgesh, I need your big Uncut Hindu Cock inside me. Please give it to me. Give Nādirah Taufīq your Uncut Hindu Dick.”

“Anything for you Nādirah Taufīq.” And with that, I lined the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick to the entrance of her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, rubbed it up and down a little, spreading her juice and my pre-cum.

Then I slowly slipped it into Nādirah Taufīq.

We both let out moans of ecstasy.

It was amazing.

She felt so warm and soft.

I grabbed the sides of her waist, and pushed myself deeper into her.

“Oh Nādirah Taufīq, this is so hot. I’ve never been so turned on recently.”

“Oh Durgesh. I’ve needed this for so long.” She moaned as I slid in and out of her. “You fuck so good.” She said as I rode her.

She loved the feeling of my Hindu male hips hitting her beautiful Musalmān ass as my Uncut Hindu Cock slammed in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. “But don’t cum entirely in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, I want you to cum in my mouth too.” She still had her cum craving, and needed it in her mouth to be satiated.

I was humping away at Nādirah Taufīq, when the door to the garage opened, and Åābidah Sultān walked in.

“What the fuck?” She was in shock at the scene that laid before her.

I had my pants around my ankles, Nādirah Taufīq was bent over the kitchen table, and I was fucking her from behind.

“What the fuck?” she repeated.

Now Åābidah Sultān was getting a little jealous of her own Ammī, Nādirah Taufīq.

I didn’t stop. Seeing Nādirah Taufīq’s daughter excited me even more.

Nādirah Taufīq, on the other hand, started to panic.

I wasn’t stopping.

“Honey, I can explain.”

Still I didn’t stop.

“Explain? Explain?” Åābidah Sultān could clearly see that Nādirah Taufīq was off balance, while I just looked at her and smiled.

I was enjoying this.

Well, she could have a little fun too.

“Ok, explain why Durgesh is fucking you on the kitchen table?” Åābidah Sultān said.

And to make matters worse, she walked up, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Now she was closer to eye to eye with her mother.

Still, I held on to Nādirah Taufīq’s waist and slowly pounded in and out of her sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Nādirah Taufīq, despite the wonderful feeling of being fucked, explained to her daughter, Åābidah Sultān, “Remember when I said that I made arrangements so Durgesh would leave you alone?”

She nodded back to me,

“Well, these are the arrangements.”

Then she moaned as I pushed in hard.

Åābidah Sultān couldn’t help herself.

She reached up and squeezed her own tit through her shirt.

She was so turned on.

“Oh Nādirah Taufīq, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt feels so good. Åābidah Sultān, Nādirah Taufīq feels so good. I bet you’d feel good too. Come here and let me feel your tits.” I said to Åābidah Sultān.

Nādirah Taufīq looked back and said,

“You said you would leave her alone.”

“I was going to, but look at her, Nādirah Taufīq, she’s horny watching this.”

And Åābidah Sultān was, she had to admit.

This was so sexy.

She stood up, and stepped closer to me.

She looked into my eyes as I reached up, and felt her breasts through her t-shirt.

“OH FUCK, I’m gonna cum.” I said.

“Don’t cum into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt only, please!” Said Nādirah Taufīq.

And with that, Åābidah Sultān knelt down beside Nādirah Taufīq’s ass, and opened her beautiful Musalmān mouth herself.

After blasting my Hindu semen more than three fourth into Nādirah Taufīq’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, I pulled out of Nādirah Taufīq, and held the top of her daughter’s head.

Åābidah Sultān reached up, and guided my Uncut Hindu Cock into her beautiful young Musalmān mouth.

Then she stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock until I started spewing my Hindu load into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Oh yeah! Fuck yeah, that feels so good!” I bellowed.

Åābidah Sultān continued rubbing my Uncut Hindu Dick, until she got all of my Hindu cum.

Nādirah Taufīq quickly got off the table, and knelt down next to her daughter.

“Please Åābidah Sultān.” There was pleading in her voice. “Please, can I have some of that? I’ve waited so long.”

Åābidah Sultān slowly leaned over, and kissed Nādirah Taufīq.

My Uncut Hindu Cock jumped as I watched Nādirah Taufīq suck my cum out of her daughter’s mouth.

“Oh fuck!” I said, as I found a chair, and slumped into it. “Best Friday ever.”

From then on, there was a lot of fucking and sucking going on.

I got to cum three or four Times a day.

Nādirah Taufīq got all the of cum she needed.

And Åābidah Sultān was taught by Nādirah Taufīq the joys of being a cum lady.

Chapter 2
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She got it ultimately 1

Posted: September 4, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Uncategorized | Leave a comment

She got it ultimately 1

Chapter 1

Durgesh Al Nåmat Al Islam

Al Nåmat Al Islam stood at her rear door, she peaked out and looked both ways.

Why?

She didn’t know really because there was no way anyone could see her from the street at all.

She turned in her doorway and seemed to shrug her slim shoulders.

I appeared, passed her, stood on the step and faced her.

I put my arms around her waist, she put hers around my shoulders and a deep loving kiss ensued.

It was a long kiss, full of passion, full of loving, she wiggled her arm down and felt for me.

She gripped my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I moaned softly into her extremely beautiful young Musalmān mouth.

I broke the kiss and tried to push her back inside.

Al Nåmat Al Islam wouldn’t have it, she wanted to desperately, but her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, would be home soon, so her Hindu lover had to go, and go now.

No, her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, wasn’t impotent at all.

The only problem was his morals.

The blonde beauty was in love with me, she had been in love with me all her life.

Incongruously, strangely, she also loved her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, with all her heart.

it was a conflict she could not reconcile, and could see no way of ever relieving the pain of loving these two men the way she did.

What Al Nåmat Al Islam didn’t yet know her life was to take another dramatic turn, one that would further embarrass her feeling and confuse her even more than she was now.

She gave her Hindu lover’s Uncut Hindu Cock one last squeeze with a promise of another tomorrow, and reluctantly pushed me away.

I smiled at her and hurried off.

I wasn’t actually afraid of her husband, Muħammad Åbbās.

He couldn’t do anything adverse to me.

He was capable.

A multi-millionaire is always capable.

Isn’t it?

Yet, I was more capable than even her husband, Muħammad Åbbās.

I was a multi zillionaire.

Moreover, I too had no desire for her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, to see me here.

Al Nåmat Al Islam was a twenty eight year old blond girl from California, a true sun kissed blond beauty, skin like cream, a complexion seen only in TV advertisements, 5ft 5″ of long blond haired heaven, sexy beyond belief without flaunting it, her movements were as graceful as soft waves on a tropical shore.

Her face had a haunting quality, with azure eyes of unbelievable depth, she lured men, boys and women enticingly without effort, innocence abounded her.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was in the extreme of sexual maturity.

Her nipples were as sensitive as the most intense instrument; a ripple could make her grip herself in aroused excitement.

They seemed to be permanently wired in to her deepest erogenous zones.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was shaven, smooth as glass, the lips soft and inviting, a succulent lure, her clit was as sensitive as her nipples, and even her neck, along with different areas of Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was in on the act.

If others only knew of her 24 hour state of sexual readiness for her Hindu lover, Durgesh, she would be attacked from all sides.

She saw me round the corner of her home, shivered, pulled the tiny and revealing silk robe around her and went in, locked the door and hurried to have a shower.

She knew her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, would want her, he always did, one look or touch from her, and he would be at her heels like a little lap dog waiting for scraps from his mistress.

She loved her life, she had everything she had ever wanted, her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, who was crazy about her, and now her Hindu lover, Durgesh, who was now as equally crazy for her too.

I hadn’t been at first.

She had had to lure me, entice me until I could not now find a way to resist her.

She had captured me after all these years of yearning and wanting me.

But Al Nåmat Al Islam had had to wait until she was married to get to me, I knew eventually she would get me.

I had steadfastly refused to let her embroil me; it hadn’t been until she met her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, to be, that jealousy, though well concealed, made me succumb to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān charms.

It had taken year upon year but she was determined to succeed, and succeed she had, ultimately.

When she had first started to feel the changes in her young body, at the age of twelve, changes that rang in the sprouting woman she was to become.

Al Nåmat Al Islam had always been beautiful even as a child, and now in the next three to four years, she would crystallize from the girl to the woman.

I had always been the focus of her whole life, everything she did, she did for me.

She began her 12 year effort to get me to be her man, not just her loving daddy’s Hindu friend, but the center of her life.

Even letting me see her ‘accidentally’ in her underwear, making signs, and sitting in my lap, she had always done that.

But now she had an agenda she had no control over.

All Al Nåmat Al Islam knew was that one day, she would have me all for herself, one way or another.

Her Ammī had left them for Durgesh himself, at an early age, she rarely saw her and wasn’t interested in her.

Her interest, though confusing to her young mind, was I.

Then she had met Muħammad Åbbās her to be husband.

Her allegiance never changed from me to Muħammad Åbbās.

Yet, only because Muħammad Åbbās was a Musalmān, she married him.

Al Nåmat Al Islam hated to do it, but due to Pseudo Islamic terrorist pressure Al Nåmat Al Islam found it better to have me clandestinely than openly foolishly.

They planned for marriage, had the engagement and a two year courtship.
In doing so it reignited the flame she had for me.

The wedding came and went, and 6 months after it, came the day when she could hold back no longer.

Al Nåmat Al Islam hated herself, but her control was nil the day she put her arms around me in her own kitchen, and kissed me.

It wasn’t a peck, it was a kiss.

One that stunned and thrilled me more than I had ever been stunned or thrilled.

She said to me softly and as seductively as she could,

“Durgesh, I love you, I always have you know that, don’t you? You can see and have seen sadness in me since I married Muħammad Åbbās, but I have no need to fret Durgesh. You have always been the first in my heart and you always will be. I’m here for you whenever you want me, okay?”

I smiled and told her,

“Yes Al Nåmat Al Islam I love you, you know that too, but I feel a love for you, darling.”

“I know you do Durgesh, I have the same feeling of love for you too, I have had it since I was a little girl. I still have it and it will never go away, never.”

Al Nåmat Al Islam took the plunge, one that would take her into a loving ashvinātam relationship with her beloved daddy’s Hindu friend, Durgesh. She pressed herself against me, bringing an almost instant response from me.

My Uncut Hindu Prick lurched in my pants and connected with her heating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

She moaned into my Hindu mouth as we kissed again, this time she rubbed Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body across mine and I was immediately aroused to the point of no return.

Al Nåmat Al Islam had planned this all her life, but never really thought it would happen if she was truthful to herself.

She had dreamed of loving, and making love to me forever.

Who the hell didn’t?

Her Ammī, her sisters, her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lady friends.

Everyone Al Nåmat Al Islam knew, was enjoying excellent ashvinātam sex with Durgesh, never ashamed of herself.

And now she had me right where she wanted me, I was helplessly in love with Al Nåmat Al Islam, but another man’s wife!

Her arms were wrapped tight around my neck, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy ground into me.

My submission deepened with each press from her.

“Take me to bed, Durgesh, you know you have to. You need me, you need my love and I need yours,” her words killed off the last dregs of resistance I may have had.

I picked up without breaking the kiss, staggered off towards the stairs and up we went.

In her bedroom, she dropped to her knees and undid my trousers; she was desperate to see the lustful Hindu object of her desires as quickly as it was possible.

I pulled my coat and shirt off, and between us, I was naked as a jay bird in moments.

Al Nåmat Al Islam eyed my stood out Hindu projectile with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān enthusiasm, and delight.

I was the proud owner of a well-endowed and even more proud Uncut Hindu Cock.

Rising she cupped my Hindu balls, squeezed them gently, then ran her hand to my Hindu shaft; I sighed and moaned in the same breath.

Al Nåmat Al Islam was controlling me and events, and I loved it.

We joined lips once more and I squeezed her beautiful Musalmān boobs for the first time, finding and squashing a nipple, Al Nåmat Al Islam almost fell to her knees.

Pulling open and then off, her blouse revealed her beautiful Musalmān cleavage; I nicked her bra at the back and threw it away.

I bent my head and sucked in Al Nåmat Al Islam’s loudly screaming, and almost distressingly aching nipple, although the only sound to be heard were gasps and grunts from Al Nåmat Al Islam and me.

Al Nåmat Al Islam was holding my lovely Uncut Hindu Prick, she would die before she let go of it now.

Not until it was deep in her would she relinquish it.

She unhooked her skirt and dropped it to the floor, kicked off her shoes and pulled me by my provocative Hindu hard on, to her bed.

I followed and we were on it.

I looked down at stunningly beautiful Al Nåmat Al Islam, leaned over her, and in I plunged.

Al Nåmat Al Islam orgasmed immediately.

She clung to the man that she had given her life to, her breath, my love.

Her love, her mind was in pieces.

Orgasm followed orgasm.

She had no time to counter any of it.

I was thudding my fabulous Uncut Hindu Prick in and out of Al Nåmat Al Islam’s hot wet and oily Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Eventually she had me trapped in her arms and legs, her face, eyes shut tight, was buried in My neck as I fucked her with an abandon of a first love’s flush.

I began to grunt, Al Nåmat Al Islam urged me to cum in her.

“Fill me, Durgesh, give me a baby, I need your baby, Durgesh, give it to me, please, Durgesh, please!”

Muħammad Åbbās and Al Nåmat Al Islam had been trying for the last five months ever since she had come of the pill, but as yet nothing had happened.

“Oh, sure, baby, Al Nåmat Al Islam.” I smiled into her beautiful Musalmān eyes. I would surely give you what Muħammad Åbbās could never. Yet, let’s fuck more till we both are content.

After fucking Al Nåmat Al Islam endlessly, I banged into her one last time and erupted, my Hindu cum spouted out and into beautiful Al Nåmat Al Islam’s willing wanton Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.

Al Nåmat Al Islam gripped me so hard I found it difficult to breathe, but I didn’t care I had finally found the place to where I belonged.

Oh how I wished she had never married, that I had let her know how I felt.

I knew how she had felt, she had shown it to me many times, but being I, I had resisted all temptations from her, hard though they were.

I settled on to her in the most loving of ways.

Al Nåmat Al Islam was soft, warm and gentle under me.

Her breathing was heavy but sweet and even.

Her smell tantalized me, her very being made me dizzy.

But she was still Al Nåmat Al Islam, and this would have happened, ultimately.

Al Nåmat Al Islam didn’t berate herself.

Al Nåmat Al Islam had succumbed to temptation yes, but she felt inside that this was ordained, meant to be.

I raised my head slowly and looked at her lying under me, she slowly opened her huge blue eyes and nearly shot me dead with them.

Her smile told me Al Nåmat Al Islam was okay, it told me she was happy.

She was in love with me crazily, and always had been.

I smiled back boldly.

Al Nåmat Al Islam drew me down again for the kiss that cemented and confirmed that this would not be a one off thing.

My heart bounced in my chest, it was a kiss of utter love, from a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ardent woman to her Hindu man, and from a Hindu man to his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman, not her father’s friend and Al Nåmat Al Islam.

Those days were over, gone forever.

Al Nåmat Al Islam kept her grip and rolled me on to my side, knees high up she held me, she was my counsel, it used to be the other way round, but no more.

Al Nåmat Al Islam had it all now, her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, her marriage, and now I had been brought into her world, the way she had always seen it in her heart.

Unusually Al Nåmat Al Islam felt not one moment of guilt, why she didn’t know, she just knew it was right.

So it was sat with her in a way that fit her life.

She was dying to suck my lovely Uncut Hindu Cock but thought it better to wait a while.

There was no need for hurrying things, it would come.

This she knew.

I peered down at her protruding nipples, fingered one then squeezed the other.

Al Nåmat Al Islam squealed inside.

They were on top form today, she thought.

Her arousal so soon after cumming the way she just had, was so heated she burst inside her chest and came once more.

My fingers found her dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, I hooked my middle finger in right up and past the second knuckle, my thumb found her clit. Al Nåmat Al Islam screamed out in utter passion.

But time soon passed and I had to go, she saw me off.

What she didn’t know and hadn’t seen was her neighbor’s 18 year old daughter, Firdaus , at her bedroom window, snapping away with the all singing all dancing camera she had asked for and got the day before, for her birthday.

It had the ability to take photos in semi dark conditions without having to use the flash.

She had taken about 20 successive photos of her gorgeously beautiful and very sexy neighbor kissing and definitely fondling Durgesh.

Firdaus knew without doubt who she was.

Al Nåmat Al Islam had talked to her often enough.

And the surreptitious way we had parted, her peaking me head down and scarpering around the corner, told Al Nåmat Al Islam all she would want to know.

She was having it off with Durgesh, of that there was no doubt!

The way she had felt for and smiled when she had groped and grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock.

And my reaction when she had.

Firdaus hurried to her computer and downloaded the pictures, when Firdaus studied them she was in awe of them.

There could be no doubt who we both were, and even more, what we were doing, it could not be denied.

Al Nåmat Al Islam might try, but already Firdaus was betting Al Nåmat Al Islam would lose if she did.

Firdaus’s next thought, what to do with them, but she already knew,

Firdaus would try and use them to blackmail Al Nåmat Al Islam and me in to fucking Firdaus too.
Durgesh’s ever infamous greatest Uncut Hindu Cock, every beautiful woman anywhere is dying for!

Into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy!

When Firdaus is eighteen only?

Wow!

Māshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

Chapter 2

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GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 32

Posted: August 1, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’

1/18: Ādi Parv

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Previous Chapters

Chapter 32

Durgesh Arundhatī Joshī

Ātmānand Joshī watched me carefully.

“I doubt Vinod Sharmā really had any heart attack without any attempt from either of you.”

Arundhatī Joshī watched her elder brother angrily.

“What do you want to say?”

“Home minister of India accused INC and previous UPA government that it coined ‘Hindu terrorism’ that weakened fight on terror.” Ātmānand Joshī smiled scornfully.

His wife, Åārifah Aurangzéb, also smiled looking at her husband proudly.

“So what?” Arundhatī Joshī asked both her elder brother and her Pakistani Musalmān sister in law more scornfully.

“You are playing communal card and dividing the house.”

“Bhaiyā,” Arundhatī Joshī said patiently, “I can understand if Åārifah Bhābhī accuses us of such a dastardly lie. She is a Pakistani. But you…”

“It is a lie?” Ātmānand Joshī asked his younger sister scornfully still now.

“You don’t think so, I know.” Arundhatī Joshī said, “INC has destroyed your sense of justice tremendously.”

I smiled as I saw Justice Åāliyah Åbbās entered there with her Member of Parliament husband, Yashvardhan Joshī.

“You both are still arguing?” Justice Åāliyah Åbbās interrupted.

“It all started with the utmost biased decision of your Supreme Court, Ammī.” Ātmānand Joshī commented drily.

“I entirely disagree with you, son.” Yashvardhan Joshī said, unsatisfied with his son.

“I can understand, Dad.” Ātmānand Joshī said minimizing his otherwise curt tone somewhat, “Due to the ever undue immense pride of your ever communal party, BJP, the Parliament is not working now for a noticeable time.”

“It isn’t pride, my son.” Justice Åāliyah Åbbās said, “It is the self-confidence of the world’s largest political party.

Ātmānand Joshī grimaced,

“That can’t run the activities of parliament normally.”

Justice Åāliyah Åbbās and her Member of Parliament husband, Yashvardhan Joshī, reached the beautiful sofa set and sat on the vacant sofas.

Arvind Bachhalyā and Urmi Joshī didn’t want to join Ātmānand Joshī and his Pakistani Musalmān wife, Åārifah Aurangzéb.

They could bear even Åārifah Aurangzéb, but not Ātmānand Joshī.

He was almost fanatic against the world’s largest political party, BJP.

He was tremendously against Naréndr Modī.

He appreciated even Rahul Gandhi blindly.

Being an ardent admirer of Nawaz Sharif, even Åārifah Aurangzéb wanted her husband to be more rational.

“It’s now a fact, Ātmānand,” Åārifah Aurangzéb used to say now, “that BJP is in power now for entire five years, whether you like it or not. INC was in power for almost sixty years, yet at even its peak popularity days, none of you thought to make INC the world’s largest political party ever.”

“Naréndr Modī is one more Hitler, I say.” Ātmānand Joshī barked.

“Nonsense, you are frustrated.” Åārifah Aurangzéb admonished her husband, “Naréndr Modī is really trying his best to ease the border problems of India.”

Chapter 33

Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 37

Posted: June 11, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Chapter 37

Durgesh Al Saåādat Al Islam

Durgesh Al Shafaq Al Nasīr

Al Saåādat Al Islam smiled sadly.

“I’ll say I am. I came down here to investigate my industries surreptitiously without alarming the criminal conspirator elements working there secretly. Nevertheless I think they were more cunning than I thought.”

“They have fabricated it on you?”

“I don’t have another explanation now. I’ve asked Durgesh to come here to save me and my industrial empire from these ever scheming unknown enemies of mine.”

Al Shafaq Al Nasīr smiled forlornly.

“I’d already warned you, Al Saåādat Al Islam.”

“That’s right.”

“You thought you were smarter than your ever dirty enemies.”

“You mean my millions?”

“Nonsense,” Al Shafaq Al Nasīr laughed caustically, “I too have millions yet I never let any conspiracy flourish against me in my empire.”

“You were smarter to have Durgesh with you right ab initio.”

Al Shafaq Al Nasīr smiled cunningly.

She watched herself proudly.

In late twenties, Al Shafaq Al Nasīr weighed a hundred and fifty.

Her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān figure never did bulge.

“My Panjvaqtah Namāz is enough exercise to keep my curves immensely seductive for the male animals.” Al Shafaq Al Nasīr used to say confidently and proudly.

“Yes,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī agreed, “yet it develops femininity too.”

“Nonsense. The most of the Islamic warriors were Panjvaqtah Namāzī. Do you want to say all of them were more feminine than they were masculine? You must be crazy, my dear brother.” Al Shafaq Al Nasīr looked at him scornfully, “Only because you and your semi impotent friends can’t afford to be Panjvaqtah Namāzī, you claim it develops more femininity than masculinity? Shame on you.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled patronizingly.

“I’m sorry, sister. Yet you are entirely wrong. ‘My semi impotent friends’ to use your rude words, and myself, never escaped from our Panjvaqtah Namāz. We gave zakāt too. Yet we never developed masculinity in our bodies and emotions.”

“You should have found some appropriate psychiatrist and medical specialist and consulted for your emotional and physical shortcomings.” Al Shafaq Al Nasīr said.

“And you think we haven’t done it?”

“You have?”

“Of course we have. Yet our entire attempts to gain our normal masculinity in our emotions and bodies always backfired.”

“I can’t believe it, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”

“Believe it or not, nevertheless it’s true. Wallāh.”

“You can’t have normal sex with any woman?”

“I can, but I never enjoy it. It’s only a troublesome duty to me. That’s why my wives leave me, enjoy sex with my Hindu stepfather Durgesh more and ridicule me.”

“What about your friends?”

“They are also suffering from the same sexual incompetence problems somewhat less or more. That is why we are friends, actually.”

“You and your friends enjoy licking female sexual organs after Durgesh has sex with them, instead of yourselves having sex with them?”

“That’s right.”

“You and your friends are mentally sick more than physically.”

“We know. Nevertheless, we can’t do anything about it.”

“Ever talked with Durgesh?”

“About it?”

“About it.”

“Several times.”

“What did he advise?”

“He says we should read Al Qur’an Al Karīm every time whenever we want to deviate from normal sex.”

“That’s excellent.” Al Shafaq Al Nasīr beamed at Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, “A Hindu sex therapist, a Hindu psychiatrist, as Durgesh is, advising a Musalmān to do tilāwat Al Qur’an Al Karīm to get rid of his sexual incompetence! Allah Māshā Allah Subħān Allah!”

Chapter 38

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 36

Posted: April 25, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Chapter 36

Durgesh Sabīħah Pervez

I said gravely.

“I had to finish with that scene while I was in the mood to take part in it.”

“Once more.” Sabīħah Pervez smiled.

“Once more?”

“Sure. You’ve enjoyed the scene already in your life physically first. Haven’t you?”

I squeezed her young beautiful gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.

“It isn’t necessary that the every scene I write is based on my own experience.”

“Yet, most of them are.”

“Yes,” I started fucking Sabīħah Pervez myself too now, “Most of them are. Your visit is going to throw me all out of gear. Your police detective was bad enough. You are going to be worse.”

Sabīħah Pervez winked at me.

“I deputed a beautiful lady inspector. She said she never enjoyed such an excellent sex even with her husband.”

“Well,” I smiled cunningly, “Inspector Shāhidah Aslam was excellent sexually. I should be grateful to you.”

“You are being already. It’s the best way to be grateful to a young lady deputy distinct attorney.”

I laughed.

“Thank you.”

“Not at all. It’s my pleasure, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

“Lady Inspector Shāhidah Aslam said she already had a Hindu lover, A.C.P. Vikrānt Pratāp, despite her Musalmān husband, Inspector Ħamīd Ashraf. Nevertheless she seduced me to the extent I needed sex very much with Lady Inspector Shāhidah Aslam.”

“So what? Inspector Ħamīd Ashraf loves Lady Inspector Shāhidah Aslam so much that he refuses to divorce her.”

“Knowing that his wife even sleeps with A.C.P. Vikrānt Pratāp?”

“Yes. Inspector Ħamīd Ashraf is not a handsome man. He is an ugly rough and tough man. He can’t afford to divorce his extremely beautiful wife, Lady Inspector Shāhidah Aslam.”

“I see.” I made Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, lie on her back, came between her young beautiful Musalmān legs and increased my pace, “Well, what do you want?”

“I didn’t realize you’d be working so late.”

“I work all the time, the later the better.”

“I see.” Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, smiled.

I kept fucking her.

“I think a man does his best work when those around him are asleep.” I waved my arm in a sweeping gesture that included a quarter circle of generalization, “I mean the people in the city. There’s a lot of telepathy. The entire infinite creations themselves are irrevocably interlinked with each other whether someone likes it or not. It’s immune to anyone’s approval. A terrorist was released from Jammu and Kashmir. The entire India opposed it tremendously. Then the other countries too started to oppose it. The mass pressure was such tremendous that it worked to a chain of events that resulted into the arrest of the Jammu and Kashmir terrorist again under Public Safety Act.”

Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, said nothing.

She kept smiling and enjoy my utmost popular ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and listening to me.

“Taking advantage of the release of Jammu and Kashmir terrorist, Pakistan had too released a Pakistani terrorist. The entire globe opposed it. Now the rearrest of Jammu and Kashmir terrorist is causing pressure on Pakistan to rearrest Pakistani terrorist too. I’m not referring to individual telepathy, group telepathy instead. Mind beating on mind, chaining everyone into a convention of business humdrum. What do you want?”

“I’ve thrown you out of the mood for further work?” Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, smiled seductively.

I increased my pace of fucking her.

“Not out of the mood for work. Out of sympathy with the script. Here are characters facing a dramatic moment in their lives. We can’t put anything like that across on the screen unless the characters are real. We can’t tell whether they are real unless we sympathize with them, unless we open a door and walk right into their lives. That’s a subjective thought, intuition, telepathy, auto-hypnotism. Call it whatever you want to. Now you are here. You are objective. I’ve got to talk with you objectively. You pretend you want information.”

“Pretend?”

“Sure. How the hell can I be sure you aren’t laying a trap for me? We are in the opposite fences. You are a Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, while I am a defense lawyer.”

Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, squeezed her vaginal muscles around my embedded to the hilt ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Are you telling me that you have got to watch yourself to keep from committing yourself by some inadvertent statement?”*

I smiled fucking the twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān young woman proudly.

I was playing with her gorgeous plump Musalmān buttocks as well.

“No. I am cautious to keep from saying something you can misconstrue and throw back at me later on.”

“Allah! Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, ”Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, laughed throwing her beautiful nude waist up to meet my powerful Hindu thrust in the middle, “I’m not that bad.”

“Your Lady Inspector Shāhidah Aslam was. She fucked me, let me enjoy tremendously fucking her as well, yet simultaneously she threw the out of my stride for a whole half day. What do you want now beside your present sexual satisfaction, I mean?”

“You are carrying your cars’ insurance?”

“Of course. HVSI is never so negligent.”

“This accident makes me interested in it.”

“I see. How?”

“Your legal liability, whether the automobile was being used with your consent, express or implied.”

“Sure. She was a hitchhiker.”

“You gave her lift?”

“Yes.”

“How did it happen you were driving your own car, instead of some commando bodyguard?”

“It was my recently projected body, HVSI wasn’t informed about it. I wanted to inform HVSI after reaching Ved Nagar.”

“Isn’t it necessary for you to inform HVSI security as soon as you project your new body?”

“Sure, but I didn’t have time”

“You said that Al Saåādat Al Islam was standing there while your car passed her with a smooth hiss of power, a mere whisper of speed as it rocketed past, intent upon overtaking and passing the four cars ahead. Then you blazed the rear light of your car into red, weaved slightly as the brakes slowed the big car to a stop.”

“That’s right.”

“Al Saåādat Al Islam glanced behind her to make certain the road was clear and started to run.”

“Al Saåādat Al Islam glanced behind her, I saw that. Yet I don’t know what she had in her mind. I can’t testify to that.”

“She could have another purpose?”

“I don’t know.”

Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, smiled enjoying my already immensely hardened, yet still continually hardening, thickening and lengthening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old ardent Musalmān Choot.

“Al Saåādat Al Islam ran as a gesture. She hoped you would back up. You did. She noticed you matched the arrogant luxury of the car in every way, an utmost handsome man, somewhere between twenty eight and thirty six, with dark impudent eyes that shifted from her face to her legs as she climbed in beside you. You were wearing a dinner jacket, under a lightweight black topcoat. The hand on the gearshift lever was soft skinned. The nails were well manicured, A diamond ring glittered on the fourth finger. Al Saåādat Al Islam’s beautiful nostrils caught the faint but unmistakable masculine aroma your ever competent ever excellent male Hindu body radiated.

‘’The car you were using was a big modern machine geared for speed, totally different from the car Al Saåādat Al Islam traveled in from Jabalpur to Dhooma. You shifted through the gears.”

The motor noise became a reassuring whisper as the car sped forward.

I asked casually as I made the boulevard stop,

“Ved Nagar Film Industry?”

“Yes. How did you know?” Al Saåādat Al Islam smiled surprised.

I myself too smiled.

“I didn’t. I only surmised. Most beautiful girl hitchhikers on this National Highway Seven go to there. Cold?”

Al Saåādat Al Islam knew what was coming.

The chill had been gripping her ankles ever since sunset.

Nevertheless, Al Saåādat Al Islam smiled.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.”

“Flask in that glove compartment. Nice stuff.”

“I’m fine.’

“I myself never take it. Yet if you do, it’s there. If you do, it’s better take a drink. It will warm you up.”

“Don’t you yourself need it ever?”

“I use other means to warm me up.”

“I see,” Al Saåādat Al Islam laughed seductively, “but you need a companion for that.”

“Allah Arraħmānirraħīm. I never lacked a companion whenever I needed her.”

“An ardent Musalmān?”

“They call me Durgesh.”

“Name doesn’t actually mean a damn thing today. There are so many Muħammad today who never deserve such a holy name.”

“I agree with you.”

Al Saåādat Al Islam turned to look at me.

My eyes were glittering with assurance.

She smiled,

“You aren’t going to go puritan on me, are you?”

I laughed.

“I’m not Puritan. I’m not even a Protestant. I’m a Hindu.”

“All right,” Al Saåādat Al Islam smiled seductively, “Have it your own way.”

“We’ll stop up the road a ways. I need a short one. Get out of some of this traffic first.”

For a few minutes I devoted my attention to driving.

The car slid smoothly past the string of four cars that had been ahead of us.

The wheels seemed to lift up the cement kilometers, roll them through the speedometer, and toss them scornfully behind.

Al Saåādat Al Islam thought we must be doing sixty.

She glanced at the needle of the speedometer.

It was holding steady at eighty five.

“You don’t believe in speed laws, do you?” Al Saåādat Al Islam asked with a light laugh, making conversation.

I too smiled at her.

“On the contrary, I believe in laws more than the others do. Yet there are times when something more precious is on stakes than the mere breaking of speed laws. At present, I can afford to get a punishment for breaking speed laws, but I can’t afford to lose what is there on stakes instead.”

“Allah! I see.”

By the time we reached a town ahead, Al Saåādat Al Islam knew me, her man, like a book.

She took one short drink from the flask, listened to me gurgle down a good jolt of the water.

She sized me up once more.

I evidently had plenty of money.

Perhaps even more than plenty of.

Was there a chance I were the Durgesh?

Well, there were so many Durgesh now.

Her Ammī told her it wasn’t such a popular name once.

It started to grow more and more popular with the meteoric success, incredulous success, of HVSI in every field.

Durgesh was the lifelong Chairman of HVSI.

Al Saåādat Al Islam decided to take intimacy for granted with me.

Even if I were not Durgesh, the lifelong Chairman of HVSI, at least I still had plenty of money.

Intimacy with such powerful Hindus had always benefited the beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

Nowadays India was an incredulously uprising country under the second NDA rule, led by Narendr Modi.

And, Hindus were powerful.

More powerful than even the Christians and Musalmīn.

Al Saåādat Al Islam had a quick cynical mind.

She deduced that back of my complacent, self-satisfied, assurance there was a cold savage something.

An infinite unimaginable male lust for beautiful Musalmān houseladies?

Yet she couldn’t deny the immense protection she felt for herself.

It was incredible.

Al Saåādat Al Islam never felt herself as safe as she was feeling now.

Was the security radiating from this man’s very existence?

Here was a man, Al Saåādat Al Islam decided, whose attitude and temperament would appeal to almost entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies that enjoyed and were proud of their individual freedom.

In Al Saåādat Al Islam’s opinion, I radiated my tremendous experience of ultimate intimacy with infinite beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

And due to it I judged the entire sex by the same standards.

However, there was a cold wind blowing up on the ridge.

The car had an air conditioner that sent a current of warm air caressing her cold ankles, thawing out the numbness of her feet.

I was a good driver.

Within a little more than an hour, we should be in Ved Nagar.

She’d kid me along and go on through in this car.

Al Saåādat Al Islam started to play with me.

She could not believe herself that she was doing it.

Yet, to her very surprise, she was seducing me certainly.*

There was a time when Al Saåādat Al Islam and her entire Musalmān lady friends hated the entire non Musalmīn.

Now she laughed on her own immaturity then and that of her then similarly immature Musalmān lady friends.

How inhumane their reasoning was then.

Lārayb, doubtlessly, Islam is the last and final version of Dīnil Qayyamati, Sanātan Dharm, the Ever Existing System of Life.

Nevertheless, what did it mean?

It meant there were countless, maybe infinite versions of Islam before its last and final version, Islam according to Al Qur’an Al Karīm.

And all those entire previous versions of Islam were equally sacred and follow-able as its last and final version.

Then why the hell she and her then immature Musalmān lady friends hated non Musalmīn?

Al Saåādat Al Islam suddenly realized her right hand was on my already immensely hardened, yet still continually hardening, thickening and lengthening incessantly rigid, ever impetuous, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme evident Uncut Hindu Lund, and Al Saåādat Al Islam was playing with it utmost seductively, yet utmost oblivious of it.

To her utter surprise, she could not stop her hand from continuing it.*

Instead, Al Saåādat Al Islam suddenly found herself bending on it and kissing on the head.

Durgesh was right.

He wasn’t an ardent Musalmān.

He was really a Hindu.

He had a foreskin on the head of his ever dreamed of by beautiful Musalmān houseladies incessantly rigid, ever impetuous, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme evident Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Saåādat Al Islam ravenously opened the foreskin and kissed it.

I smiled at her gracefully welcoming her lovely Musalmān gesture.

She winked at me impishly, cunningly, and licked and swallowed my ever dreamed of by beautiful Musalmān houseladies, incessantly rigid, ever impetuous, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme evident Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Saåādat Al Islam started to suck it ravenously.

She didn’t know, neither she cared, how long she sucked me.

She enjoyed it very much.

It was the ever first male organ in her life in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī didn’t have such a nice male organ.

Neither he was ever interested in any woman as Durgesh was ever.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was interested in women only to lick their beautiful Musalmān Cunts, their gorgeous Musalmān ass, and in tongue fucking them.

His Cut Musalmān noonī was worthless for a woman.

Al Saåādat Al Islam had already undressed me fully and herself too.

She straddled me, positioned my ever dreamed of by beautiful Musalmān houseladies, incessantly rigid, ever impetuous, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme evident Uncut Hindu Lund between her twenty-eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips and pushed.

My ever dreamed of by beautiful Musalmān houseladies, incessantly rigid, ever impetuous, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme evident Uncut Hindu Lund entered into her ardent Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

First only its head, then one fourth, then half of it, then three fourth and then it vanished inside her entirely.*

She didn’t know how the hell accident had happened.

Neither had I known.

We separated from each other after satisfying ourselves entirely.

Evidently, Al Saåādat Al Islam had taken another hitchhiking, after separating from me.

Al Shafaq Al Nasīr looked down at Al Saåādat Al Islam’s blonde hair spilled out on the pillow.

“You are a mess, Al Saåādat Al Islam.” Al Shafaq Al Nasīr said.

Al Saåādat Al Islam smiled.

“I feel it. I ache everywhere.”

“You are lucky nothing’s broken. Some bad bruises and a few stitches in your leg. A cut on your shoulder, but it is all patched up nicely.”

“Any scars?”

“Not where they’ll show, unless you take up fan dancing.”

“I might at that,” Al Saåādat Al Islam said, “My mouth feels like a hotel room after a salesman’s convention has moved out. What happened?”

“You are in a jam.”

Chapter 37

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The Durgesh Obsession: 14

Posted: April 9, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Chapter 14

Durgesh Fātimah Saåīd

Durgesh Åāyeshah Taymūr

Fātimah Saåīd could definitely smell cum, strong virile male and female cum.

Åāyeshah Taymūr had fucked Durgesh definitely to her heart’s content.

Fātimah Saåīd had herself watched.

Her entire beautiful Musalmān lady friends enjoyed sex with Durgesh very much.

They squeezed Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund playfully as soon as they were near him.

Durgesh also squeezed their beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān boobs and buttocks playfully entirely unashamed of it.

It was normal for her entire beautiful Musalmān lady friends and Durgesh, both.

They had their own kind of morals.

Extramarital sex wasn’t abnormal for them, neither immoral.

Åāyeshah Taymūr said.

“Sex is a normal love between a consenting male and female. What’s wrong in it if they both enjoy it?”

Fātimah Saåīd was startled.

“You are a married woman, Åāyeshah Taymūr.”

“So what? I’m twenty eight years old now. I have a right to marry anyone I damn please as soon as I was Just Eighteen Just Adult.”

“That’s not I’m talking of.”

“Oh?”

“Taymūr Bhāī loves you very much.”

“I too love him.” Åāyeshah Taymūr raised her beautiful eyebrows, “I changed my surname even including his name in mine. I married a Pakistani though I am a Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān myself.”

“You are not loyal to him.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have extramarital sex with Durgesh.”

Åāyeshah Taymūr smiled sarcastically.

“I see. So you are jealous of your beautiful Musalmān lady friends.”

“Nonsense. They call Durgesh Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”

“So what? Durgesh has incredibly infinite lust to have sex with us beautiful Musalmān houseladies. He fucks us as wildly, as passionately, as even our over religious over moral Musalmān husbands can never. Why should we be the damnfool enough not to take advantage of it and enjoy it? Our husbands can’t provide us as much sex as Durgesh does. Our husbands can’t provide us as much money as Durgesh does.”

“Oh, so you are after Durgesh’s endless money?” Fātimah Saåīd asked Åāyeshah Taymūr sarcastically.

“Why should not we, if we can get it?”

“Isn’t it prostitution?”

“Certainly it is if you think so.”

“What do you mean?”*

Chapter 15

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The Durgesh Obsession: 13

Posted: April 8, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Chapter 13

Durgesh Fātimah Saåīd

Muħammad Ibrāhīm was unable to understand she had gone through a transformation.

“Allah! Oh God, baby, spread out before me, just like that, you are such a sexy man,” she smiled.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm lay back on the bed getting comfortable as he waited for her compliance.

Positioning himself in the middle of the bed he rested his head on his pillow,

“Move down a little lower,”

“Baby, look at your cock it’s so hard for Fātimah Saåīd,” Fātimah Saåīd began to stroke his shaft, grasping it firmly, squeezing it just the way Fātimah Saåīd knew he loved.

Her thumb ran across the head of his cock, as Fātimah Saåīd came to the tip, smearing his pre-cum over his sensitive gland.

“Baby, I need to get the lube out of the drawer,” Fātimah Saåīd told him.

“God, yes, please,” purred Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband.

Leaving him briefly on the bed Fātimah Saåīd went to the top drawer in Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s dresser.

They used it to house all of their kinky little pass times, their lubes, toys, and other various sundries that they had accumulated over the years.

In her right hand Fātimah Saåīd held the lube and in her left, which Fātimah Saåīd kept behind her back, Fātimah Saåīd held her salvation.

Crossing over to the bed Fātimah Saåīd straddled him, her head facing away from his as though Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were going to sixty-nine with her on top.

Sitting upright on his chest Fātimah Saåīd pushed him back and placed her legs on either side of him, her shins and ankles pressing down on his arms.

Leaning forward Fātimah Saåīd placed the bottle of lube between his legs and began to stroke his hard cock.

“What else do you have there?” he asked, taking note of the weight of the items placed between his legs.

Sitting up so that Fātimah Saåīd partially impaired his view Fātimah Saåīd poured some lube on her hand and over the head of his cock.

“Allah, that’s cold!” he exclaimed.

Fātimah Saåīd quickly took his cock in her hand and began to stroke his length.

Using both hands Fātimah Saåīd continued to stroke his shaft making it slick and shiny.

Her fingers and hands travelled down his length and over his tight scrotal sac that housed the cum, that was boiling and aching for release.

Holding them in her palms, feeling their weight, Fātimah Saåīd bent forward and licked his shaft from root to tip.

This exposed her severely wet pussy to Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband.

“God, you’re so wet. Your cunt is glistening,”

“You’ve got her hornier than I’ve ever been!”

“You’re such a slut,”

“You’ll soon see,” With that said Fātimah Saåīd quickly leaned back bringing her sodden pussy to Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s hot awaiting mouth.

As Fātimah Saåīd did it, Fātimah Saåīd brought with her her salvation.

A number of years ago Muħammad Ibrāhīm had gotten into a mild SM&BD phase and he purchased two sets of regulation police handcuffs.

With both of these in her hands Fātimah Saåīd sat comfortably atop his face mothering him with her sex.

As planned he was doing what he always did when they adopted this position, he was holding onto the rails of the headboard.

She believed that men were nothing if not predictable.

In one swift motion, Fātimah Saåīd cuffed first his right and then his left hand to the headboard of their bed.

Sitting back upright Fātimah Saåīd held herself in place enjoying the squirming sensation of Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s slightly in panic motions.

He continued to struggle briefly but soon resigned himself to the task of eating her already sensitive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy.

It was however too late.

Fātimah Saåīd had other plans set, for what would soon become of her delicate flower.

Fātimah Saåīd stood up and walked to the door grabbing her Terri-cloth Housecoat hanging there.

Fātimah Saåīd put it on and removed the belt around the waist.

Making a loop in the one end Fātimah Saåīd secured it around Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s right ankle and then firmly fastened the other end to the foot board.

Returning to the door Fātimah Saåīd found Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s matching housecoat and took the belt from it securing his left leg, all this among various complaints and egregious protests.

“What the fuck are you doing???” Muħammad Ibrāhīm exclaimed, his alarm quiet evident in his tone.

“Just a sec. I’m not quite done,” Fātimah Saåīd said as Fātimah Saåīd returned to the infamous top drawer.

Reaching inside, Fātimah Saåīd grabbed one of her favorite devices from back in their B&D days, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s cock ring,

“Here this will keep you nice and ready should I decide to return,”

Fātimah Saåīd turned and the opened the door.

“Where are you going?” The urgency in Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s voice was plainly evident.

“I’m going down the hall to fuck Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu; you know the one with the really big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund,” Fātimah Saåīd said.*

The liberation those words brought at that very moment was unreal.

Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t believe how committed Fātimah Saåīd was at that very moment to something that earlier had both frightened and appalled her.

But now an electric charge coursed through her body and Fātimah Saåīd was enthralled at the very thought of what Fātimah Saåīd was about to do.

“Allah! Oh my God!” Muħammad Ibrāhīm said.

His voice had the quality of quiet resignation that you very rarely hear in someone of his stature.

He had thought he was in charge of her, in charge of what happened to her sexually inside their marriage.

Now he was finding out that it was merely a façade, a pretext of what was only allowed on the surface but not deep in her core, her being.

“Well, that’s what you wanted. Isn’t it?” Fātimah Saåīd said, her tone forceful and steadfast.

“It certainly seems to be what your hard cock wanted,”

His cock was still erect, not that the cock ring allowed it to soften any time soon, which indicated his extreme arousal.

They had talked of these types of fantasies before. Fantasies that involved multiple partners, of her being shared or passed around, treated like a slut and whored out to nameless others.

But now, this time it was different.

Fātimah Saåīd was not a hapless victim of the more powerful man in her life.

No, this time Fātimah Saåīd was completely in charge and the choices were hers as was the path before her.

Fātimah Saåīd was not thrust upon it, Fātimah Saåīd was choosing it.

Choosing it in spite of Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, in spite of what other might think or say, Fātimah Saåīd was making this choice because Fātimah Saåīd wanted it, needed it, craved it.

“You better hope he has condoms in his room,” Fātimah Saåīd smiled as Fātimah Saåīd spoke.

“Why?”

“Well, because I don’t and ever since our vasectomy, I’ve not had to think about birth control,”

“Oh my God, you’re going to let him cum in you?”

“Well I’m certainly not going to stop him if that’s what he wants to do,”

“Oh, fuck!”

“Oh fuck is right, were you ready for this?”

Fātimah Saåīd left the door open as Fātimah Saåīd walked down the hall.

Fātimah Saåīd would not be hiding anything from Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband.

No, he would hear everything that happened down the hall, as it happened.

Fātimah Saåīd would likely not be hiding anything from anyone.

It’s hard to hide the swell of a pregnant belly or the beaming smile of an impending expectant father, i.e. Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.

Fātimah Saåīd wasn’t sure what Fātimah Saåīd was doing.

All Fātimah Saåīd knew at the time was that Fātimah Saåīd was horny, hornier than Fātimah Saåīd had ever been.

Thanks to Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband.

Fātimah Saåīd really wanted to be fucked.

Moreover, Fātimah Saåīd wanted to be fucked by a big dick and the closest available one was a mere ten paces down the hall.

Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

At this point, every trepidation Fātimah Saåīd had, vanished.

Again thanks to the maniacal manipulation of Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband.

He had seen Durgesh get pants earlier in the day, as did Fātimah Saåīd, and all of Durgesh’s friends who had come to his annual year end bash.

And now all Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, could think about was the size of their Hindu Brother in law’s cock.

Mind you, even though it was flaccid, it was quite large, larger than Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, was hard and Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s no slouch.*

Fātimah Saåīd approached my bedroom door.

Her heart pounding in her chest, legs vibrating with lust and desire, Fātimah Saåīd thought Fātimah Saåīd could hear what sounded like pacing.

In that instant Fātimah Saåīd panicked, her heart cracked and Fātimah Saåīd opened the door thinking he had been more concerned from this afternoon’s incident than Fātimah Saåīd had originally thought.

Fātimah Saåīd wanted to rush in there and sooth me, comfort me and tell me it was ok, everything would be alright.

The instinct to protect me burned in her.

“Durgesh? Durgesh, are you up, Jījū? Are you ok?” Fātimah Saåīd stated as Fātimah Saåīd pushed open the door and rushed in, not prepared for what Fātimah Saåīd would encounter.

I didn’t hear her.

I didn’t even notice Fātimah Saåīd had entered the room.

The scene before her was surreal.

I was on my bed, lying on my back, my muscular legs spread, my covers pulled down past my waist exposing the flat washboard abs of my stomach, which was covered in a sheen of sweat, my broad chest heaving, my head thrown back, eyes closed as her best friend, Åāyeshah Taymūr, was straddling me, my magnificent ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was vanishing into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot, coming out until only its head was inside, and again vanishing there completely.

Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! My God, it was big.

It had to be even thicker than Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

She’d never seen anything like it in her life.

And longer.

Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t imagine how I kept something like that hidden from them for all these years.

Allah forgive her but Fātimah Saåīd had to have that thing inside her, stretching her, pushing her to her limits, that’s what Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, had wanted and now it’s what Fātimah Saåīd wanted.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was slick, and shine in the light.

Åāyeshah Taymūr had obviously been fucking me for hours.

Everything glistened, even my balls, which were shaved.

At first Fātimah Saåīd didn’t see any pubic hair, but as I slid up and down my gorgeous shaft, Fātimah Saåīd noticed he had a small tuft just at the base of my cock, Allah, it was sexy.

Fātimah Saåīd wanted to lick and suck my entire Hindu length, hold my balls in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, suck the head of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund as it expelled the sensual fluids that would soon be filling every orifice Fātimah Saåīd had.

I was lost in the moment as Åāyeshah Taymūr fucked madly my Hindu shaft.

Åāyeshah Taymūr’s extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot was sliding up and down, from the base of my balls to the bulbous head.

Her beautiful labial lips were at that end of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, squeezing it tightly in what was likely an attempt to prolong my impending orgasm.

A barrage of sexy talk was escaping my lips and Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t believe what I was saying.

It both thrilled and frightened her.

Fātimah Saåīd could feel her nipples harden as Fātimah Saåīd looked on, her pussy was already a sopping mess and for an instant Fātimah Saåīd thought the site of me would make her cum.

“Oh fuck, Fātimah Saåīd, take my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, that’s it. Suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, be a sensory over load, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, yes, take my big cock, get it ready for you. You know you want it. Fuck it as Muħammad Ibrāhīm said you would.”

It was evident I had been listening to Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s and her sex talk and it had me riled beyond belief, as I continued my sexual tirade, “Fuck it all the way in you as a slut, like my slut.”

By the tone of my voice and my choice of words, Fātimah Saåīd could see that apples didn’t fall too far from the tree.

“Yeah my slut. That’s it, that’s it. Be my slut. Be my slut, Fātimah Saåīd, my slut, Fātimah Saåīd. Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God. Oh God, yeah!”

I was fucking Åāyeshah Taymūr.

Åāyeshah Taymūr was fucking me to be more precise.

Yet, I was dreaming of not Åāyeshah Taymūr.

I was dreaming of Fātimah Saåīd instead.

Åāyeshah Taymūr was angrily fucking me more and more furiously.

Was I teasing Åāyeshah Taymūr?

The scary thing about all of this was that Fātimah Saåīd liked it, Fātimah Saåīd wanted it and it had her oh so very aroused.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot had never been wetter and her nipples were so hard they hurt.

Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t wait to fulfill my desires, to be my slut, to have me buried deep inside her, driving wild with my Hindu phallus.

Fātimah Saåīd wanted this.

No!

Fātimah Saåīd needed this.

Fātimah Saåīd would be my wanton whore, if that’s what I wished.

I was so caught up in what I was doing.

I was unaware that Fātimah Saåīd had breached the door and was now staring at me as Åāyeshah Taymūr fucked my excellent Hindu phallus.

Fātimah Saåīd was mesmerized, transfixed, focused on that magnificent pillar of Hindu flesh.

It had to be at least twelve inches long at least, there was no way it was shorter than a foot and as Fātimah Saåīd said thick too.

Fātimah Saåīd knew Fātimah Saåīd would just be able to get her hand around it and thankfully take at least some of it in her mouth, and hopefully down her throat.

Åāyeshah Taymūr had had her orgasm in the meantime and had gone to the bathroom to take a shower.

Fātimah Saåīd wanted to walk in, drop her housecoat and climb onto my bed.

Fātimah Saåīd wanted to take my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her hands as Fātimah Saåīd straddled me and slide me deep inside her.

Her sick bastard of a husband was right, Fātimah Saåīd wanted to fuck me.

Fātimah Saåīd wanted my big handsome ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund fucking her until Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t walk straight or until I could no longer get it up, which Fātimah Saåīd was hoping would take a very long time.

Fātimah Saåīd knew there would be no coming back from this:

Once with Durgesh

All the rest is trash

Fātimah Saåīd was at once excited by that prospect and scared.

Fātimah Saåīd backed out of my room and shut the door.

Fātimah Saåīd tried to ensure the handle made as little noise as possible as the door shut into place.

Steeling her nerves Fātimah Saåīd took a deep breath and knocked.

“Durgesh, are you up?”

“Yes, I’m up, Fātimah Saåīd,” I smiled.

Fātimah Saåīd could hear me shuffling and fumbling around.

I would most definitely be trying to make myself presentable if Fātimah Saåīd would simply walk in, once Fātimah Saåīd had announced herself.

Unlike Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd had long given up that practice, which was why Fātimah Saåīd had no idea of my Hindu appendage.

“Can I come in, Durgesh?” Fātimah Saåīd tried to keep her voice steady, and controlled in an attempt to hide from giving off any sign of the nervous tension, Fātimah Saåīd was feeling at her core.

Fātimah Saåīd took a deep breath and steadied herself as Fātimah Saåīd waited for my reply.

“I’m in bed, Fātimah Saåīd.”

“Are you sleeping?”

“No.” I was at least being honest.

Fātimah Saåīd wondered how honest I’d be once Fātimah Saåīd entered my room.

Could we both be honest and admit what it was we secretly desired from the other.

Fātimah Saåīd knew Fātimah Saåīd was certainly going to try.

“So can I come in Durgesh, please?”

“Yes, ok.” I was clearly comfortable.

Fātimah Saåīd didn’t know whether it was from the events of the day or the fact that I was in bed, naked under my sheets and she’d just interrupted me her best friend, Åāyeshah Taymūr, fucking me wildly.

Fātimah Saåīd imagined it was a combination of both.

Fātimah Saåīd came out from behind the door and entered my room.
Chapter 14

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The Durgesh Obsession: 12

Posted: April 8, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Chapter 12

Durgesh Fātimah Saåīd

Around and around her thumb went in tiny circles, driving him crazy with desire.

Ever so gently Fātimah Saåīd used the nail of her thumb to slightly rack tiny scratches across the tip, playing with the slit that would readily expel its precious load from his ever tightening balls.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s hips began to involuntarily pump.

“Allah, God, I want you,” Fātimah Saåīd groaned as Fātimah Saåīd stroked him.

His right hand went between her legs and found her split.

Fātimah Saåīd was soaked and Fātimah Saåīd could smell her scent as it began to fill the room.

Soon the entire room would smell like sex.

Allah, God, Fātimah Saåīd loved that smell, so raw and intimate, nothing else smells like that and there was no way to dismiss it as anything but what it was.

So many times had Fātimah Saåīd smelt that smell on her girlfriends after lunch.

Some had met their husbands while others hadn’t. That smell so sexy and gorgeous is a dead giveaway signaling an afternoon of passion.

“My God, you’re wet baby,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm groaned as he continued to press the folds of her sex, finding both her hot slick opening and the hard nub that is her clit, poking out from under its protective hood.

Then he found her clit ring, which he dutifully began to flick back and forth.

The stimulation was amazing and Fātimah Saåīd knew She’d be cumming soon.

Getting that clit ring was the best thing Fātimah Saåīd had ever done.

On a whim they had gone into a tattoo shop while holidaying in Vegas, What happens in Vegas….

Fātimah Saåīd had always wanted a Tramp Stamp, this was before everyone had one, and Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were looking through the books at the different things other people had gotten done, when they came across a book with piercings.

Seeing all the different types made to be extraordinarily horny and soon Fātimah Saåīd was engaged in a conversation with one of the girls behind the counter.

Well, given her experience and her promise of heighten states of arousal, Fātimah Saåīd picked out the very things she had done.

Fātimah Saåīd got the works, Tramp Stamp, Nipple Piercings, and Clit Ring.

The people in the shop thought Fātimah Saåīd was crazy and tried to caution Fātimah Saåīd but the girl behind the counter looked so sexy with her additions, Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t not do the same.

Although the initial maintenance was a bit hard and Fātimah Saåīd was sore.

Fātimah Saåīd was more than a little tender, well more like sensitive afterwards, but Fātimah Saåīd had no regrets and Allah that clit ring drove her crazy.

There would be occasions Fātimah Saåīd would find herself standing in the grocery isle horny as fuck, because the little bead on that ring had been wrecking havoc on her clit.

She had have more than one orgasm standing in the checkout isle.

“Fuck, Fātimah Saåīd, I love this piercing,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm groaned, as Fātimah Saåīd squeezed his cock tighter to show her appreciation of his probing fingers.

His cock was becoming slick with his own pre-cum.

“Fātimah Saåīd knows you do baby, Fātimah Saåīd knows you do,” Fātimah Saåīd hissed as he continued to play with her soaking maw.

Fātimah Saåīd teasingly looked at him eyes lidded, “That’s not all you love, is it?”

“No baby, Fātimah Saåīd, I love this hot wet pussy that’s attached to it too and those firm fucking breasts, as well as that hot nasty mouth of yours,” He continued as he drove two fingers deep into her channel.

Fātimah Saåīd humped his head like it was a beautiful hard cock.

Writhing back and forth on his palm, dying to get more of him inside her, “Where are your nipple rings?”

“In my jewelry box?” Fātimah Saåīd said questioningly.

Fātimah Saåīd sometimes didn’t wear her nipple rings, as was the case today.

Fātimah Saåīd didn’t think having her nipples popping out in front of all of Durgesh’s friends.

It would have been too appropriate.

Her inner slut on the other hand, won’t ever let her take out that hood piercing.

It was a wonder people couldn’t smell her pussy wherever Fātimah Saåīd went; who knows maybe they do?

“Get them!” He commanded and Fātimah Saåīd dutifully responded.

Fātimah Saåīd was going to be his full-blown slut tonight and he knew it.

Her clit ring, her nipple rings all being stimulated, fuck!

Fātimah Saåīd immediately got up off the bed and went to her dresser.

Opening her jewelry box Fātimah Saåīd found the little box Fātimah Saåīd kept them in.

Fātimah Saåīd had three pairs, two sets of hoops and one barbell set.

Fātimah Saåīd took off her pyjama top, letting it fall to the floor.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm was watching her in the mirror.

Her back was to him.

He starred at her beautiful Musalmān ass, hips, and narrow waist, the deep tan of her skin and no tan lines.

He looked at Fātimah Saåīd in the mirror as Fātimah Saåīd pinched her nipple and began to insert the nipple rings.

Allah, God, he loves to watch her do this, as it was usually a precursor to very hot, very rough sex.

Fātimah Saåīd put on the black onyx hoops that draw attention to her nice soft brown nipples and make them stand out even more than they already do.

He loved this pair and liked to pull hard on them on the rare times Fātimah Saåīd wore them.

They were so noticeable through her clothing that when Fātimah Saåīd did wear them he knew it was an indication Fātimah Saåīd wanted sex.

They were a little heavier and the gage was thicker, so Fātimah Saåīd certainly noticed them more especially when she was horny.

Well, Fātimah Saåīd liked to fuck and being decked out like this made her want to fuck even more.

Fātimah Saåīd returned to the bed and centered herself over Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband.

Fātimah Saåīd grabbed his hand and placed it back on her wetness.

Her cunt was dripping.

Their bed would be soaked in the morning.

Leaning forward Fātimah Saåīd took his cock in her hand again and began to stroke him firmly, deliberately squeezing him hard enough to make him moan, as her grip was tight to the point of causing him pain.

Fātimah Saåīd wanted fucking.

“Allah, God, baby, I need you,” Her hips were moving back and forth, grinding on his hand, simulating what Fātimah Saåīd had fully intended to be doing to his cock.

“You need me or do you need a big fucking cock?” he smirked as he spoke, inserting his fingers deeper inside her, finding her G-spot.

If he wasn’t careful Fātimah Saåīd would be squirting all over him in a minute.

“Both!” Fātimah Saåīd exclaimed knowing full well where he was trying to lead her, “What is it you like about this nasty mouth of mine, the things Fātimah Saåīd says or the things Fātimah Saåīd does?”

“Both,” he replied in kind.

When they got going like this, they were both so nasty, and said things that pushed their boundaries.

They got so noisy it was a wonder the neighbors didn’t complain.

Maybe they didn’t because they liked the auditory show, who knows?

“You’re making me horny baby. So horny,” Fātimah Saåīd panted as Fātimah Saåīd brought her mouth to his and kissed him deeply.

He was a good kisser.

His tongue danced in her mouth hungrily, exploring her, just as Fātimah Saåīd did him.

Their mouths devouring each other as they sucked, bit and chewed each other’s lips.

It so desperately reminded her of just how well Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, could eat her pussy.

He was a great fuck, there was no getting around that, his cock could work magic, but that tongue of his was utmost possessed, utmost skilled.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm loved to eat pussy so much that he himself blackmailed his sisters to let him eat their pussies after their Hindu live in relationship partner, Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, fucked them.

“I’d tell Durgesh that you still go to your criminal Musalmān husbands.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm had threatened his own real sisters.

His entire seven sisters were stunned and looked at each other.

“Our daughters are still with our criminal Pseudo Musalmīn husbands, Muħammad Ibrāhīm!”

“Why don’t you bring them too here?”

Fātimah Saåīd sucked his tongue as if it was a little cock, showing him how desperate Fātimah Saåīd was for him and just how incredibly horny Fātimah Saåīd had become.

“I need you to fuck me babe,” Fātimah Saåīd pleaded, looking him in the eyes as both her hands now held his head, forcing him to focus on her face.

He looked at Fātimah Saåīd squarely and said, “You need to finish sucking my cock,”

His left hand came up to the back of her head and began to push it down towards his groin.

Fātimah Saåīd gave him only modest resistance as his cock came into view.

Opening her mouth to accept the head of his cock and greedily suck his shaft deeper into her throat, groaning with pleasure as Fātimah Saåīd took him.

Her tongue lathered his length; if Fātimah Saåīd could Fātimah Saåīd would swallow him whole.

“That’s it. Suck my cock, baby,” he encouraged, his balls tightened and his shaft flexed in her throat.

“Suck my cock while you think of that nice big cock between Durgesh’s, our Hindu Brother in law’s, legs,”

He was pushing her hard, testing her limits.

Fātimah Saåīd was getting so horny, Fātimah Saåīd was sure she would cum at any the moment.

His barrage of dirty talk was unrelenting and Fātimah Saåīd loved everything Fātimah Saåīd was hearing.

“Take it all the way to the back of your throat,”

He groaned as Fātimah Saåīd engulfed him completely,

“Fātimah Saåīd, I bet no one has ever been able to do that for Durgesh Jījū?”

“Fātimah Saåīd, I bet he’s never been able to have one of those girls suck his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund completely, not like his Salhaj, sister in law, does!”

He was pushing her more and more; driving them to an abyss Fātimah Saåīd wasn’t sure Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were ready for,

“Fātimah Saåīd, I bet Durgesh Jījū has his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund so long that he’d never really buried himself completely in a woman before?”

She smiled.
“That’s it. Take my cock and show me what a beautiful cocksucker you are,” he demanded and Fātimah Saåīd responded with a practiced affinity he knew all too well.

“All the way you nasty bitch!” Muħammad Ibrāhīm reached over her back and cupped her ass, his hand tracing the curve of her spine as it led to her firm ass.

Fātimah Saåīd was immensely proud of her ever beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It was firm and round, each cheek had its own separate globe with a beautifully defined crack.

His fingers came to the parting of her cheeks as he sought her delicate rosebud.

Sliding further he reached the crevasse that was her sopping cunt.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet!” He acknowledged what Fātimah Saåīd already was well aware of, Fātimah Saåīd was thoroughly soaked.

Her crotch and thighs glistened with her own juices and the sheet below her was quickly becoming a lake dedicated to the burning desire of her aching Musalmān pussy.

Again Fātimah Saåīd groaned loudly as his index finger slid into her fold,

“Aaarrrghhh…!”

Fātimah Saåīd pulled her head from his gorgeous cock,

“More… Slide more in me… Ohhhh, Fuck!!”

“Look how wet you were, thinking about Durgesh Jījū’s big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund while you suck on our husband’s?” he goaded her continually as her arousal soared to ever continuing heights.

“You’re such a nasty little bitch, aren’t you?” He continued.

His fingers were making squelching noises as they thoroughly abused her gash,

“You going to make me cum down our throat, bitch?”

“You going to take my cum and show me what a nasty bitch you are?”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm loved it when Fātimah Saåīd gave him head.

He said it was one on the most erotic things he’d ever witnessed,

“Oh God, yes that’s it. Use your tongue,”

“Burry my dick all the way to the back of your throat!”

Fātimah Saåīd took him as deeply as Fātimah Saåīd could.

Taking a cock down her throat had always been so fucking nasty to her.

It gave her a true slutty feeling.

It was one of the most emotionally intense experiences Fātimah Saåīd can share with her lover.

It opened her up emotionally on such a deep wanton level, which often led to some of the nastiest sex she had have.

“God, you such a wanton slut. Fātimah Saåīd, I should pimp you out bitch?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm was definitely pushing it now, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, if I pimped you out?”

For some reason instead of being shocked and appalled by what he was saying, Fātimah Saåīd was elated.

Fātimah Saåīd wanted to hear him say more, debase her more, not be cruel, but definitely push her whore button.

“Yeah that’s it. You’re such a nasty bitch,”

Fātimah Saåīd was deep throating his cock now. Taking him fully into her throat, so much so her tongue was actually licking his balls as her nose pressed against his groin.

“Oh God, baby, take my cock!”

“Yes make me cum and then I’ll pimp you out, babe,” he said nearing his climax.

“Take my cum and I’ll pimp you out to that big nasty cock, that ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh Jījū, down the hall,”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm had no idea what he was saying.

If he came at that very moment all of this talk would stop.

Men will say the craziest things when they’ve got a killer erection between their legs.

“You know you want it,”

For a split second Fātimah Saåīd almost took his cock out of her mouth and gave him the answer he so desperately wanted to hear.

Fātimah Saåīd was horny and getting hornier and Muħammad Ibrāhīm her psychopathic Musalmān husband wasn’t seeming to want to allow her to cum.

“You know you want to fuck that big nasty cock of Durgesh Jījū,”

He was right Fātimah Saåīd was beginning to become immersed in his incestuous coercion.

Her lust was being piqued ever higher with no respite in sight.

The intense micro orgasms he was giving her were continuously bringing her to the edge without carrying her over.

The burning in her clit and the vacancy deep in her cunt was creating an ache in her lower abdomen.

Fātimah Saåīd hadn’t felt anything like this in years, not since before the children were born when the desire to have them outweighed all reason.

Fātimah Saåīd somehow felt incomplete and needed some intangible thing to again make her whole.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, was making her insane and insatiable all at the same time.

“That’s it!” He pumped his hand in and out of her, “Turn our Hindu Brother in law into a true Musalmān Salhajchod Hindu , Musalmān sister in law-fucker Hindu.”

“Shut up, and fuck me, you bastard, and make me cum or I’m going to fuck Durgesh more than you care to think about!” Fātimah Saåīd scolded him in her passion.

He had no idea what he was about to unleash.

This was no longer playing and teasing; this was becoming all too serious.

Fātimah Saåīd was considering doing the things he was implying.

Fātimah Saåīd was going to transgress boundaries that according to Ummat-e-Muslimah should never be considered.

Thoughts were running through her head that were beyond what he was devilishly alluding too.

Fātimah Saåīd was willingly considering going far beyond what Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, was cooking up in his twisted brain.

“That’s my slut,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm said as he continued to manipulate her clit.

He was very adept at bringing her to the edge and holding her there.

Fātimah Saåīd still can’t tell whether Fātimah Saåīd liked it or hated it when he did this to her, her body screamed for release but her mind knew that the buildup will make the whole experience more intense.

“You want that big cock of Durgesh Jījū, don’t you? You want that hard fucking thing sawing in and out of you, don’t you? Answer me bitch!”

“Push our luck, fucker, push our luck, and just see what Fātimah Saåīd does,” Fātimah Saåīd threatened trying to gain some semblance of control, but he and Fātimah Saåīd both knew Fātimah Saåīd was lost to her lust.

Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t imagine that Muħammad Ibrāhīm had any idea what doors he was opening.

Doors that should never be opened, sometimes women do have bonds with their Hindu Nandoī that were different than those of their daughters, different and more immersed in other darker things than any of the persons wanted to consider.

“How much longer can you ride the edge before our need to cum outweighs our better judgement?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm was taking them to that slippery slope and Fātimah Saåīd wasn’t fully sure Fātimah Saåīd could keep them away from it.

“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, you need to let me cum, baby,” Fātimah Saåīd pleaded with him.

Fātimah Saåīd placed her forehead to his and looked deeply in his eyes.

Fātimah Saåīd knew if he let her cum, if he gave her that intense orgasm her body was so desperately craving for, they could get past this moment, would look back and laugh at how crazy they became.

Fātimah Saåīd would be able to convince him it was merely role-play and nothing more.

“You can’t leave me like this Muħammad Ibrāhīm, you can’t make me this vulnerable, baby, it’s not fair,”

There were tears in her eyes as Fātimah Saåīd spoke.

The series of micro orgasms seemed to be connecting into one long burning charge of energy.

This was rather like the quick and sharp inhales that come before you sneeze, but with no sneeze was in sight.

“Look, how wet you are, baby girl!” He was grinning from ear to ear.

He had no idea how far Fātimah Saåīd was, how close to gone Fātimah Saåīd was.

The urgency Fātimah Saåīd was feeling was immense and over powering.

It was driving her to considering things Fātimah Saåīd wouldn’t even dare to consider.

Fātimah Saåīd was in heat.

As primal and vulgar as that may sound, her body, her mind, her whole being wanted sex, wanted to fuck and be fucked and at that particular moment it wasn’t too choosy.

“Allah, God, you need a cock inside you, don’t you?” He asked.

Their eyes were locked with each other.

Wordlessly Fātimah Saåīd was trying to convey the depth of emotion Fātimah Saåīd was feeling.

Fātimah Saåīd could not articulate what was happening inside her body.

Fātimah Saåīd needed release.

Fātimah Saåīd was on the verge of a passion that was becoming embroiled in desperation and anger.

“You need a big nasty cock, Durgesh Jījū’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund actually, sliding inside you, stretching that beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of yours, don’t you?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm teased his immensely ravenous wife.

He was pushing her.

He was fingering her clit and sliding his fingers in and out of her, spreading her juices all over her groin.

The smell of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cunt flooded the room.

Fātimah Saåīd was an enraged Musalmān woman seeking the solace of a Hindu man actually, and he was playing games.

Gone were the days of the caveman and here were the days of the Goddess Warrior.

Fātimah Saåīd will take what Fātimah Saåīd want and not wait for a man to laden her with shame and misery.

Fātimah Saåīd will claim what is hers.

Fātimah Saåīd will fuck.

Fātimah Saåīd will fuck whom Fātimah Saåīd wants, when Fātimah Saåīd wants and how Fātimah Saåīd wants.

Fātimah Saåīd will fuck.

“You know I do baby. You know I need to feel more than just your fingers. You have to fuck me, baby, you have to,” Fātimah Saåīd was reaching out to him, giving him the last desperate hints of where Fātimah Saåīd was emotionally.

Fātimah Saåīd was pleading with him to take her, to take the woman before him and revel in the sexual bliss Fātimah Saåīd was capable of giving him.

“Fātimah Saåīd, I do baby?” he questioned.

He was still playing games, trying to manipulate her in some perverse power play that made him feel dominant.

“I have to fuck you,” Fātimah Saåīd said.

Fātimah Saåīd was sincere in that moment.

Fātimah Saåīd had to fuck him.

Fātimah Saåīd knew if they didn’t consummate this act now, Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm would change the nature of their relationship irrevocably.

“Are you sure baby? You sure it has to be me fucking you?” Again with the games, the power he thought he had.

This was no longer a game, a role-play between lovers.

Fātimah Saåīd was gone.

Fātimah Saåīd was considering breaking a significant taboo, Ashvinātam taboo almost entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies were breaking now proudly, calling their criminal/criminal minded mankind Pseudo Musalmīn, and there was no coming back from that.

Allah, God, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, was such a fool.

“You’re so hot right now. Why, Fātimah Saåīd, I bet only Durgesh Jījū’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund would do to you, you need very much, doesn’t it?”

“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, stop it!” Fātimah Saåīd said, “You, we can’t go there,”

“Go where, baby?” He smiled as he spoke, “Where can’t we go?”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm continued to manipulate her body, expertly stimulating her, as only he knew how.

Her ecstasy was driving her crazy, each plateau higher than the next.

They kissed and sucked each other’s mouths, necks, and torsos.

Just when Fātimah Saåīd thought her frustration would take the better part of her experience, incurring her anger rather than her lust, Muħammad Ibrāhīm would concentrate on another part of her pushing her sexual heat forward.

“Fātimah Saåīd, I don’t understand, is there some place we can’t take our love?”

“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, that’s not fair, don’t do this to me,” Fātimah Saåīd was a mess.

He continued to touch her and caress her as he spoke, each moment heightening her arousal.

“I know where you want me to go and we can’t go there baby, we can’t take it that far,”

“Far baby?” His arrogance was becoming obnoxious, “How far?”

“Allah, Oh God, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, please! You keep bringing me to the edge and pulling back, you know I can’t do this for too long, you know what will happen!”

He had his index and middle finger of his right hand buried deep inside her as his thumb continued to play with her clit.

Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t believe how wet Fātimah Saåīd was, how soaked the sheet beneath her had become.

It was becoming harder and harder to keep her eyes focused.

Her breasts sat firm on her chest, rising and falling with her excitement, her nipples harder than they had ever been, erect diamond nubs that ached to be pulled, bitten, twisted, something.

Fātimah Saåīd was on her knees before him on the bed, thighs spread wide apart providing him with complete and full access to her core, quivering in this maddening lust.

Her body covered in perspiration, her hair matted, her mouth open breathing deeply.

Her cunt was screaming at Fātimah Saåīd for release, Fātimah Saåīd ached.

“What will happen baby?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm looked at Fātimah Saåīd with a feigned seriousness, “Will something happen?”

“Oh fuck. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh Gaaaawwddd!” Fātimah Saåīd screamed grinding her hips on his hand, “Fuck Muħammad Ibrāhīm. Fuck you, you bastard!”

“What’s the matter baby? What’s happening?” again he smiled that devilish smile.

“Make me cum! Don’t stop! Don’t hold me there!” Fātimah Saåīd growled.

“Why not baby? Why can’t, Fātimah Saåīd, I hold you there?”

“Because…” Fātimah Saåīd was panting heavily now.

Soon Fātimah Saåīd wouldn’t be coherent at all.

Her ability to articulate herself clearly would be compromised and all reasoning and logic would leave her.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ohhhh Gaaawddd!! Ahhhh, Ffffuuuuccckkkk!! Oh you bastard, you fucking bastard!!” Each phrase came in rapid succession of the other.

Fātimah Saåīd reached forward with both hands and grabbed his forearm in a vain attempt to force him to make her cum.

Her body shook and Fātimah Saåīd began to cry as Fātimah Saåīd felt no release.

“What baby? What do you need?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s voice sounded compassionate and caring on the surface but in reality he was far from it.

In a moment of lust driven clarity, Fātimah Saåīd looked him square in the eyes and spoke in a guttural tone,

“I need a cock. I need a cock fucking me!”

Her voice was forceful and serious,

“I need a cock in me fucking. Making me cum!”

And just to clarify exactly where Fātimah Saåīd was and how Fātimah Saåīd felt at that particular moment Fātimah Saåīd forcefully said,

“I can’t take any more of these micro orgasm!”

“A cock baby, where were we going to get you a cock?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm was smug.

He thought he had her.

He thought Fātimah Saåīd was a slave to her desire and that he held the key to how it run.

“YOurs baby. Please put yours inside me! Fuck me with your cock!” Fātimah Saåīd was giving him this last chance to move away from the precipice.

Each time Fātimah Saåīd spoke Fātimah Saåīd made sure to emphasize the word ‘Your’.

He had no idea what he was asking, no idea where this road he was heading them down was leading to.

And before he succumbed to P.E.R., Post Ejaculation Remorse, Fātimah Saåīd was going to move him as far away from it as Fātimah Saåīd could.

“Sorry baby, you have to finish sucking my cock, before I can do that. You know the rules,”

His right hand slowed its manipulation of her sex, while his left came up to her neck and began to move her head down.

“Don’t do this, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, this is big… Don’t go this far,” Fātimah Saåīd could feel her heart ache at where Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were headed.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm was pushing her too hard and Fātimah Saåīd was going to lose herself to this level of lust.

There was a darker her that wanted to entertain the desire he was alluding to.

There was deviously, sickening part of her that ached for and accepted this path, the path Fātimah Saåīd would never return from.

“You are my bitch and you will do as I say…” Those words hit as no others had.

Just at that moment her will broke and Fātimah Saåīd resigned herself to a fate Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, could not fathom.

“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, I’m telling you this will backfire. This will go farther than you want. You can’t see what you’re asking me to do,”

It was hopeless and Fātimah Saåīd knew even as Fātimah Saåīd spoke those words that there was no turning back.

“I’m asking you to suck my cock, bitch, and then to get fucked by the biggest cock of Durgesh Jījū you can find!”

“There will be no coming back from that, Muħammad Ibrāhīm. Fātimah Saåīd will not be the same woman afterwards. Playing is one thing, doing is another,” Her voice had lost all resistance.

If he pushed this it would happen, her commitment to this act would be resolute and complete.

“You know the rules…” He repeated once again.

“I know the rules, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, and so do you…” Her cunt was wet and soaked.

He continued to finger her pussy and play with her excited clit,

“We have not discussed where this could lead, I told you that I am exposed and open here!”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm just smiled and laughed as he held her.

One hand holding the back of her neck firmly, not allowing her to move away from him, the other had buried in her pussy, continuously bringing closer and closer to her orgasm, only to let off just enough to keep her on the edge.

“Yes baby, you are open to taking Durgesh Jījū’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund up your tiny Musalmān cunt. You will take it, you will like it and you will relish in the thrill of it,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm spoke with a finality that he did not understand, his lust filled fugue kept him oblivious to the consequences of their next steps.

“Fuck you, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, fuck you!” The last of her resistance fled and Fātimah Saåīd was resolved to his wish, as it had now become hers.

“No, bitch, suck me and then fuck you, ” No sooner had he said that then he forcefully pushed her head down on his cock.

Like the whore he wanted her to be, Fātimah Saåīd opened her mouth and took it.

Fātimah Saåīd immediately dove down on his cock, took him deeply into her mouth, and then down her throat.

Fātimah Saåīd swallowed his cock completely to the base.

Fātimah Saåīd was now the whore they both wanted.

“Oh God, you’re good,” he moaned freely, “So fucking good!”

“That’s it, slut, take my cock, take my cum and suck me like the whore you are!” With every fiber of her being, Fātimah Saåīd complied with his expectations.

Fātimah Saåīd took his cock deeply, covering it with her saliva making it glisten and shine.

“Is that what you want baby, you want a whore for a wife,” Fātimah Saåīd asked as Fātimah Saåīd pulled her mouth from his cock.

Fātimah Saåīd was gasping for breath and sucking back her own spit mixed with copious amounts of Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s pre-cum.

“You want a slut in your bedroom!” Fātimah Saåīd stared at him directly, her eyes firmly locked on his, awaiting confirmation.

“A nasty fucking cunt who never cares who or what she fucks?” Fātimah Saåīd added.

“Yes that it, that’s what I want. A bitch! My bitch!”

“Careful, babe, you push me too far and there will be no coming back from this,” The warning was soft and non-compelling.

“Oh bitch! you have no idea what I want,”

“Well, why don’t you lie back and I’ll give you what you’re asking for and more,” Now the devious smile was upon her face and without him realizing it the tables had turned.

Chapter 13

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The Durgesh Obsession: 11

Posted: April 7, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Uncategorized | Leave a comment

There wasn’t any doubt in it.

Chapter 11

Durgesh Fātimah Saåīd
Durgesh was naked from the waist down and his extraordinary equipment was on display for one and all to see.

There were some ‘Ooohs’ and a few ‘Ahhs,’ a couple of ‘Oh my gods,’ one ‘Holy fuck,’ more than one chuckle and a definite ‘I’m going to fucking kill you’ from Durgesh.

Muħammad ran for his life and left the party quickly, running all the way home forgetting his parent’s car in the process.

Fātimah Saåīd received a call from his mom, Sājidah Åleem shortly thereafter asking if it was safe to have him pick up the car or should she come and get it herself.

For the sake of the family Fātimah Saåīd said,

“I’d bring it to you and Muħammad Ibrāhīm would follow behind me to bring me back home.

This brought her back to the moment at hand.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, and Fātimah Saåīd were getting ready for bed.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm was already in bed wearing the bottoms of his pyjamas and Fātimah Saåīd had just come out of the bathroom wearing the top.

Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm often went to bed that way, and had done so since the early days of their marriage.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm had found it sexy from the time of their honeymoon and it just seemed to have stuck.

It was now this ritual Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm never let go of, the only change was if Fātimah Saåīd was having her period, then Fātimah Saåīd wore panties, but typically Fātimah Saåīd wore just the top.

What few nighties Fātimah Saåīd did have were of the more risqué type, that were meant to entice, although Fātimah Saåīd thought Fātimah Saåīd looked rather enticing as it was in a pyjama top.

Generally when Fātimah Saåīd shopped for bedclothes, Fātimah Saåīd bought large men’s pyjamas, long sleeved and that was it, that’s what Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm wore to bed.

So here Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were getting ready for bed.

Fātimah Saåīd had just come out of the shower, dried herself off, wrapped a towel around her head like a turban and was putting on her top, doing up the buttons.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, sitting in bed waiting for Fātimah Saåīd, obsessing, he couldn’t seem to let go of what he and Fātimah Saåīd and everyone else saw during the party; Durgesh naked from the waist down, fully exposed and on display sporting a rather large, possibly extraordinarily large, ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. Although the incident probably happened in less than a minute from beginning to end it did seem much longer.

The global pause of the crowd seemed embarrassingly long and the moment felt like it had held still in time.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! God, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu is really hung! No doubt the horny beautiful Musalmān houseladies are crazy to fuck Durgesh.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, continued.

The excitement in his voice was almost palatable; he was exuding an intense curiosity about what they had all witnessed, a morbid fascination if you will.

Not too dissimilar from driving by a car wreck, you don’t want to look but you just have too.

“Yes baby, I know,” Fātimah Saåīd replied in answer, her voice trying to downplay Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s enthusiasm.

Fātimah Saåīd thought if Fātimah Saåīd could just normalize the incident they could just move past it, without any undo harm.

But even in her thinking Fātimah Saåīd was referring to today’s event as ‘The Incident’ the harm had already occurred and Fātimah Saåīd just didn’t know it yet.

“Did you see it?” He repeated sounding as though he would be more fascinated with context of her answer than her simple acknowledgement of the fact.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, seemed to be attempting to judge the impact this was having on Fātimah Saåīd, it was apparent that it had, had an impact on him.

At the time Fātimah Saåīd didn’t think the impact to her was as far great as it was to him.

Fātimah Saåīd was soon to find out differently.

“How could I not babe?” Again her voice was calm and matter-of-fact.

“We all saw it!” Fātimah Saåīd said as Fātimah Saåīd walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm didn’t really appear to be looking at Fātimah Saåīd as he spoke.

He was in some far off place, recounting the events of the day over and over again.

“But did you really get a look at it?” He asked once again.

“Yes baby, I did,” Was her response.

It was simple and to the point, Fātimah Saåīd fond when he got like this it’s the best way to deal with him.

No emphasis on tone or phrasing, just straight and to the point.

Any build up in her voice one way or the other would simply caused him to further react.

“Fātimah Saåīd, I mean, Allah Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! My God, did you really see it!” His emphasis on the word ‘IT’ was undeniable.

He was clearly becoming obsessed with what had happened this afternoon at the pool party.

He was in awe of my apparent size and quite frankly without being too overly dramatic, it was big.

“Yes baby I saw it,” Fātimah Saåīd said still trying to down play the issue and just normalize the situation Fātimah Saåīd crawled into bed beside him, Fātimah Saåīd was fussing with her earrings and was taking them out to put them by her night-stand.

Seeing that Fātimah Saåīd was having difficulty, he came up behind Fātimah Saåīd and began to take them out for Fātimah Saåīd, first the left and than the right.

This was sort of a manipulation on her part, as this little ritual was usually an indication that Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were going to have sex.

Fātimah Saåīd had thought if Fātimah Saåīd could get him focused on something else, they could end this conversation and go to bed, but to no avail.

“It was big wasn’t it,” He asked really not expecting an answer that would be contrary to his observation.

Hell, there really was no way to rebuke what they had seen, what everyone had seen for that matter.

“Yes baby, it was big,” Fātimah Saåīd confirmed again, reassuring him once more that he was right, it was big Durgesh, their Hindu Brother in law, was rather hung.

Fātimah Saåīd turned to face him, taking her hair out of the towel and letting it fall to the floor.

He always loved this look on Fātimah Saåīd, fresh from the shower, hair looking wet and sexy.

Fātimah Saåīd pulled her pyjama top down, causing the material to pull firmly against her breast, exposing her ample Musalmān cleavage as a means to entice him away from this topic.

Her nipples began to poke out hard against the material indicating her arousal.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! My God,, and it wasn’t even hard!” He said as he lay back, nestling his head into the pillow while staring straight up at the ceiling.

Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t believe that he was ignoring her cues and staying singularly focused on this one issue.

Only because Durgesh was his Jījū, his brother in law?

Perhaps it wasn’t only that.

Durgesh represented Muħammad Ibrāhīm. Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, in his every divorce case.

Durgesh always saved Muħammad Ibrāhīm from his divorcee wives’ furious attempts to snatch away almost his entire money and wealth.

It was because of Durgesh that one of his favorite Musalmān sālās, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, was still a millionaire.

Fātimah Saåīd was going to have to be more direct and actually initiate the first move.

“No baby, Our Hindu Brother in law got pants in front of all his friends and he wasn’t sporting an erection,”

Allah, My God, the man was a moron.

How is getting pants’d in front of your friends a turn on for most men.

“Do you think he’s never ashamed of exhibiting his Uncut Hindu Lund in this way?” Asked Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, innocently.

Fātimah Saåīd retorted.

“I don’t know, Muħammad Ibrāhīm. Why don’t you ask him?” Now Fātimah Saåīd was getting annoyed.

But it was clear that her tone wasn’t registering, as this conversation didn’t appear to have an end to it.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm was becoming more obsessed.

Allah!

Even the Musalmān mankind had Durgesh Obsession now?

Wasn’t it enough that horny beautiful Musalmān houseladies had it entirely unashamed of themselves for it?

He’d always had a weird fascination with larger than normal penises, well that is to say when Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm watched porn together, it always featured the more well endowed actors vs. those that might be considered more normal in their… size.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! My God, Fātimah Saåīd, I wonder how often Durgesh Jījū gets laid by incredibly beautiful Musalmān houseladies ?” Continued Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband.

“Muħammad Ibrāhīm! That is enough!” Fātimah Saåīd replied feeling a little frazzled by this discussion.

“You are talking about Durgesh, Our Hindu Brother in law,” Fātimah Saåīd said finally trying to bring an end to this topic.

For a second Muħammad Ibrāhīm appeared to have halted the discussion.

He turned onto his side, blinked his eyes, looked at Fātimah Saåīd seriously and said,

“Fātimah Saåīd, I know he’s Our Hindu Brother in law but Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! my God, the man is hung like a porn star, better even. Think about it, Fātimah Saåīd, with a dick like that he is really the living legend and he’s already sixty six! I’m not surprised they claim Durgesh Jījū is fucking entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”

Fātimah Saåīd just stared blankly at him as he continued,

“Allah! God, what Musalmān girl wouldn’t want a Hindu piece of that?”

This was a trap that Fātimah Saåīd didn’t see it coming.

Later when Fātimah Saåīd looked back on it Fātimah Saåīd would realize that this was the very moment things began to change, but at the time her Islamic instincts took over and Fātimah Saåīd became protective.

“Look Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Durgesh is just a Hindu and yes he is a Hindu with a rather large… penis, but he is still a Hindu,”

“Musalmān Girls are too simply that, Musalmān girls. They don’t know what they want, they don’t have experience and a Hindu with a rather large… penis, is not what you think it is,”

Fātimah Saåīd continued down this vain trying to set Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, straight.

Fātimah Saåīd was hoping he’d join her on a path that might be more conducive to supporting his Hindu Brother in law, rather than overly glamorizing his ‘Equipment’, “Most Musalmān girls have had limited encounters with Durgesh and something that… size, it’s kind of intimidating on your first attempt,”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm remained quiet as Fātimah Saåīd spoke and allowed her to go on.

Had Fātimah Saåīd known it was all part of his twisted little plan Fātimah Saåīd probably wouldn’t have preceded as Fātimah Saåīd did.

Well they say hindsight is always 20/20 and without its benefit, Fātimah Saåīd continued down this path blinded to what lay ahead of her.

“Besides,” Fātimah Saåīd went on, “Just because you have the best equipment in the game doesn’t mean you know how to use it or, that you’re the best player,”

Of course Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, wasn’t going to leave it there.

He was too caught up in his single minded pursuit, getting side tracked as most men do, becoming fixated with one angle of discussion, sex.

“Is that the voice of experience speaking?” He asked with a sly smile across his face.

“How did this conversation become about me?” Fātimah Saåīd questioned.

Fātimah Saåīd was becoming more than a little frustrated and her blood was beginning to boil, “We were talking about Durgesh.”

“Yes Fātimah Saåīd, I know, but you seem to have answers I haven’t considered, so I was wondering from whence this information came? Knowledge gathered through observation? Personal experience? Or are you just guessing?”

Allah! God, Fātimah Saåīd hated when he waxed philosophical.

As much as Fātimah Saåīd loved Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, he could be an arrogant Son-of-Bitch when he wanted to be and this was proving to be no different.

“Look, all I’m saying is that he does have the equipment you might think everyone wants,”

Fātimah Saåīd looked at him knowing he wasn’t able to get beyond the visual he’d seen this morning, “But without the right kind of practice, it maybe more of a curse than you’d like to think,”

“A curse, really. Are you sure?” Again that sly smile on his face appeared.

“Yes, of course I’m sure. That’s a rather large… a… weapon, he has between his legs,” Fātimah Saåīd reiterated what they both knew, “And I doubt there are any horny Musalmān girls with the experience needed to handle something like that, let alone teach him how actually to use it and use it well. Quite frankly that takes an experienced Musalmān woman not an inexperienced Musalmān girl,”

“And you don’t think he’s tried to use that thing on any of the Musalmān girls that seem to clamor around him all the time; Noor, Nishāt, Kulsoom, Rashīdah,” He listed just a small number of the girls that I had either dated or been close to over my life, “With not those Musalmān girls he has the pleasure of that Hindu tool?”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, was right.

One of those Musalmān girls had to have at least sampled some of Durgesh’s Hindu length, whether fully or half-heartedly.

Her own heart ached for him, recalling his embarrassment this afternoon when all had been revealed.

What if, Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t help but worry, he had experiences that weren’t as flattering to his ego as you might think.

What if his size made him more of a freak, than a living god among men? Men who had no clear idea what a cock like that could do to or for a Musalmān woman, if employed correctly.

Not all Musalmān women mind you, but enough of us that either secretly fantasized about larger Hindu man or have had the pleasure of experiencing them.

Especially if the Hindu man knew how to use, oh the sexual doors they could open that others couldn’t.

“Well, they may have tried it, but I don’t believe for an instant they’d have been able to help him master it,” Fātimah Saåīd said emphatically.

Fātimah Saåīd was beginning to feel a mixture of things that ranged from custodial and protective, right through to possessive and jealous, almost covetous,

“That would take someone with far more experience than any of those inexperienced Musalmān girls have.”

“Really, so we’re talking a Musalmān woman vs. a Musalmān girl then?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, was being smug and it was having the effect he knew it would, the manipulative bastard.

“Well, I would think so…” and before Fātimah Saåīd finished her sentence Fātimah Saåīd knew he’d played her.

“Fine I’ll hook him up with an escort for a graduation present and he’ll get the practice he needs,” He smiled and reached for his cell phone, “Jamie, Jamīlah, will know just who to call.”

“You’ll do nothing of the sort! No sleaze bag Musalmān whore is going to get within a mile of Durgesh.”

“Well, Fātimah Saåīd, I wasn’t thinking a mile but from what I saw this afternoon it looked to be around ten maybe twelve inches, What do you think?” the smile on Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s face was devious and broad.

“I think you’re goading me, is what I think,” Fātimah Saåīd replied knowing full well he’d got her roused and he’d done it on purpose.

They had some of their best sex when Fātimah Saåīd was in this state and he knew it.

In fact Fātimah Saåīd was betting he was counting on it.

“Well, it was fucking huge, wasn’t it,” he said with a smile.

Moving in closer to her, closing the distance between their bodies, Fātimah Saåīd could feel the heat coming off him and knew where this was headed.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm had a few tells when it came to sex and this was one of them.

“Yes it was,” Fātimah Saåīd affirmed.

“It was fucking huge,” And thick, Fātimah Saåīd thought to herself, nice and thick, Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh my God, was it thick.

It didn’t occur to her until later but Fātimah Saåīd began to swear, which was one of her ‘tells’ when it came to wanting sex and Muħammad Ibrāhīm knew that one well.

Suddenly Fātimah Saåīd was horny, hornier than Fātimah Saåīd had been in a long time.

There was something unique about her frustration level, and her sometimes.

When Fātimah Saåīd got frustrated Fātimah Saåīd got horny.

So given the futility of the discussion She’d been having with Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, Fātimah Saåīd was definitely frustrated and therefore aroused.

And this arousal brought on by Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s incessant obsession with the size of Durgesh’s cock had Fātimah Saåīd raging with a frustration Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t pinpoint.

Before Fātimah Saåīd knew what was happening he had his hand behind her head and brought her in for a kiss.

He held her head tightly; making sure the kiss was tight and passionate. Their mouths sought each other as if trying to chew and consume the other.

Her tongue searched out his, as Fātimah Saåīd sucked and bit his lips.

Soon both her hands held his face close to her and Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t get enough of his taste and smell but Fātimah Saåīd wanted more.

The kiss continued and progressed as Muħammad Ibrāhīm leaned back into the bed against his pillows.

Fātimah Saåīd moved forward with him, straddling his legs, not wanting their mouths to part.

Fātimah Saåīd needed him, wanted him, and craved him.

Fātimah Saåīd pressed her forehead to his, her eyes half lidded and took the opportunity to breathe and get her bearings.

Breathing deeply through her mouth, her firm breast rising and falling with the intake of air, Fātimah Saåīd could feel her nipples hardening like diamonds, pointing proudly on her full firm breasts.

Her Musalmān cleavage fully exposed with tiny beads of sweat beginning to form, Muħammad Ibrāhīm leaned forward and kissed her neck.

His hands pulling open her pyjama shirt as he began to suck his way down to first her right and then her left nipple.

He sucked and bit them, driving crazy as only he can.

Over the years he has become very proficient at using the sensitivity of her nipples to get her to acquiesce to his sexual desires.

So he began to work his way back up her neck to her mouth, while twisting her nipples between his fingers.

This always drove her crazy and quickly led to her demonstrating her love for him in overly amorous ways.

Looking down through her half lidded eyes, Fātimah Saåīd saw his cut Musalmān noonī poking through his pyjamas.

It was firm and hard and looked as though it ached to be touched, held, licked and sucked.

Fātimah Saåīd reached for it and found the head wet and slippery with his pre-cum.

“Arrgh, fuck,” he moaned as her hand encompassed his erection.

Fātimah Saåīd held it firmly and began to stroke his length.

It was thick and hard and pulsed in her hand.

It was amazing to her how something like a cock can feel both hard as steel and velvety soft at the same time.

The head was wet and slick with pre-cum, Fātimah Saåīd ran her thumb across the tip, and over the slit where Fātimah Saåīd knew it would be the most sensitive.

It would have been more sensitive as Hindus do have, if it weren’t a cut Musalmān noonī.

This utmost sensitive part that was covered by foreskin originally to keep it utmost sensitive forever, was entirely exposed in a cut Musalmān noonī, losing its natural sensitivity thus deliberately to avoid sex as much as possible and devote himself to military activities of Jihad.

That was why Muħammad Ibrāhīm needed outside provocation as he needed the discussion of Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund now.

Hindus never needed it.

They were intelligent enough to keep their foreskin intact ever.

Yes, Hindus were the sexist while the Musalmīn were utmost moral.

Chapter 12

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The Durgesh Obsession: 10

Posted: April 6, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Leave a comment

Chapter 10

Durgesh Āmnah Ůsmān

The moment of truth was here.

Once that bra came off, there will be no turning back.

Our eyes met in the mirror as I slowly nodded my head yes.

It seemed almost surreal as I watched her hands come around the back of her bra and carefully began to unhook it as I watched.

The bra came undone.

Āmnah Ůsmān paused as she stared at me in the mirror.

A naughty triumphant little smile crossed her lips as the bra slowly slipped from the twin peaks of her beautiful young Musalmān breasts.

They were absolutely and utterly beautiful.

I saw as I stared at them in the mirror in sheer amazement over their immense Musalmān beauty.

They were bronzed to a golden brown with no tan lines whatsoever.

I particularly liked her extra-large areolas.

My fingers immediately began to trace small circles over Āmnah Ůsmān’s large areolas which almost immediately caused her to moan louder as she whispered,

“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, they are so sensitive.”

Her nipples snapped to attention and became hard as erasers as I flicked them with my thumbs making her squirm back against me.

As I looked over her shoulder down at her exquisite Musalmān tits the desire in her grew.

The desire to shower those tits of hers with a million small kisses before taking those delicious nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

“Let’s get you turned around Āmnah Ůsmān.” I said.

My voice was full of rough passion.

Āmnah Ůsmān quickly stood up and turned towards me.

I easily lifted her young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body up onto the vanity table making her sitting down on it.

Her lovely large tits were now directly in front of me as I slid forward to the edge of the bench.

I could not resist them anymore as I buried my face between her breasts.

I began to slowly kiss my way up and down the deep Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān valley between her breasts.

Āmnah Ůsmān leaned back on her arms allowing full access to her tits which I took full advantage of.

I lowered my mouth to first one breast and then another.

Kissing them slowly and teasingly all over alternating breasts to give each equal attentions.

My mouth lingered long and slow over her breasts, while my tongue flickered in and out over and over again tasting their female Musalmān sweetness.

I took my sweet time showering them entirely with soft kisses before letting my first my lips and then my tongue go to work on her nipples.

It caused Āmnah Ůsmān to squirm and then moan louder than ever.

I was soon squeezing them with a reckless abandon I never knew possible.

Āmnah Ůsmān, based on the intensity of her moans, was enjoying it very much.

My hands slipped down below to her legs.

Āmnah Ůsmān parted them wider allowing my fingers to deftly slip under her green lace panties.

I slowly pushed one finger up inside of her tight virgin twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot which caused her to squirm and moan all the more.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, Āmnah Ůsmān, you are so tight.” I said.

“I am Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, remember you are the first…Are you going to make love to me…here and now.”

“Is that what you want, sweetheart, to make love to you?”

“Yes, please, I want you inside of me…but first…” Her voice was rough with passion. “Here let’s switch places Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, it’s time for your Āmnah Ůsmān to suck your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. My entire young lady Musalmān friends have praised it immensely. Even my already married beautiful Musalmān lady friends compare it with their Musalmān husband’s cut Musalmān noonī. “

I retorted.

“Is it necessary to degrade their Musalmān husbands, Āmnah Ůsmān?”

Āmnah Ůsmān laughed.

“They said you never like to disgrace their Musalmān husbands even.”

“Well,” I said not appreciating it at all, “Why the hell is it necessary?”

Āmnah Ůsmān winked at me,

“Don’t you feel proud in disgracing their Musalmān husbands while fucking their beautiful Musalmān houseladies?”

“Isn’t it an animal pleasure?”

“Sure, yet it makes the beautiful Musalmān houseladies immensely proud and satisfied completely that they have avenged their ever unjust ever tyrant Musalmān husbands ultimately.”*

I watched Āmnah Ůsmān gravely.

“Most of your married beautiful Musalmān lady friends are not sincere in reporting about their Musalmān husbands, Āmnah Ůsmān.”

“How do you know?” Āmnah Ůsmān laughed playing with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“I’ve investigated.”

“I see.”

“Your beautiful Musalmān lady friends want to enjoy me inside them as an adventure.”

“Well, is it wrong?”

“Morally yes.”

“How do you know what are the morals of my beautiful Musalmān lady friends?”

“I don’t.”

“Then how can you claim their sexual adventures with you are morally wrong?”

“That’s my point of view.” I watched Āmnah Ůsmān gravely, “I know they don’t agree with me.”

“Yet you still want to impose your own morals on my beautiful Musalmān lady friends?”

“Certainly not.” I protested angrily.

“Then how my beautiful Musalmān lady friends are wrong morally? They have their own morals, and they never think it’s morally wrong to have sexual adventures with you when they need it.”*

I was now standing in front of Āmnah Ůsmān as she sat on the edge of the vanity table’s bench.

Āmnah Ůsmān boldly yanked my boxers down allowing my rock hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to be free.

She was getting ready to do something that I thought would be impossible—suck on her Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā’s large throbbing 7 inch ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her hands slipped around to my hips, placing them on either side as Āmnah Ůsmān licked her lips in quiet anticipation of what she was about to do.

She simply stared at my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund for a long moment as it jutted out in erect attention towards her eager young lips, letting the sexual tension build up inside of both of us.

Then ever so carefully she brought her lips to it and began to apply soft butterfly female Musalmān kisses to the sensitive underside of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

She used one hand to hold my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund upright and the other to cup my balls as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue flickered expertly in and out licking at my ardent Hindu hardness.

Her light butterfly female Musalmān kisses combined with the soft strokes of her licking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue caused my knees to nearly buckle on me.

I had to grip the table for support as Āmnah Ůsmān’s eager young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue went to work.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, Āmnah Ůsmān, that is so nice…don’t stop please!” I moaned to her.

Āmnah Ůsmān paused for a moment to look up at me and smile and then moved her lips back to the task at hand.

“That’s the sexual bliss my beautiful Musalmān lady friends want to have with their Musalmān husbands. Yet they can’t ever.”

“Why not?” Their Musalmān husbands don’t have any penis?” I asked sarcastically.

“Their cut Musalmān noonī isn’t exactly the penis they want to enjoy sucking.” Āmnah Ůsmān said bitterly, “They lack the foreskin your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund has.”

“And it makes difference?”

“It makes a lot of difference.” Āmnah Ůsmān said scornfully, “Due to the lack of their foreskin a cut Musalmān noonī ceases to act as an optimum sexual male organ. It loses the immense sensitivity Allah has provided to a sexual male organ. Consequently, a cut Musalmān noonī can’t react providing the immense sexual bliss to the lady participating.”

“I see.”

“Your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund is utmost sensitive. That’s why it reacts immensely to even a tiniest action from us beautiful Musalmān houseladies, giving unique undescriptive sexual bliss to us we can’t enjoy with anyone else. I hope you understand now why even the married beautiful Musalmān houseladies are crazy to suck and fuck you.”

She began to rub her beautiful red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips up and down on the backside of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund causing it to shiver in delight.

Then finally her tongue slipped out of her mouth and Āmnah Ůsmān proceeded to give my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund several long slow licks up and down and then all around.

“This is the best lollipop I have ever had Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” she said giggling softly like a school girl.

“You really like it, sweetheart?”

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh God, yes Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,…here let me show you.”

Then Āmnah Ůsmān really went to work on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund as she began to lather it with attention from that wicked Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān little mouth of hers.

She interchanged soft licks with sweet butterfly female Musalmān kisses all up and down the backside of my hard Hindu shaft causing me to moan ever louder.

After what seemed forever her wicked extremely beautiful young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth found itself poised at the tip of my throbbing rock hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund now poised for the final act.

“You want me to put your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in my mouth and suck on it so eagerly, huh?” She said this in the sweetest of whispers while making her voice sound oh so sweet and innocent.

“Oh sure, Āmnah Ůsmān…put it in your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young twenty eight years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth…suck on it for me,” my voice was jagged with passion.

Āmnah Ůsmān pulled back and looked at my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund thoughtfully saying in her sweetest coy little girl voice, “I dunno know Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, it looks kinda big …I mean I not sure if I can get it in my mouth…I have never done anything like this before.”

“Oh come on, Āmnah Ůsmān, you can try…darling!” I told her as I ran my fingers through her soft hair.

“Ok your little Musalmān girl will try to take as much as your big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund as I can handle.”

She opened her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth while closing her eyes and slowly, carefully began to swallow my swollen Uncut Hindu Lund inch by inch.

I looked down at the pretty young Musalmān lady, Āmnah Ůsmān, perched on the edge of the vanity bench swallowing my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund inch by inch.

I could hardly believe this is happening.

But more to the point I could hardly believe how incredibly good she was making me feel.

She began now to bob her beautiful Musalmān head up and down swallowing and sucking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth ever so slowly.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, Āmnah Ůsmān, that is it…you’re doing so good sweetie…keep going…Ahhh that feels nice.”

Āmnah Ůsmān looked up at me all wide eyed and innocent.

Her beautiful young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was filled to the rim with my big hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Āmnah Ůsmān let it slip out of her mouth for just a moment saying,

“Am I doing good Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”

“Yes sweetie real good… don’t stop it.” I placed one hand on the back of her head whispering, “Go on, Āmnah Ůsmān, suck on it now as much as you need.”

Āmnah Ůsmān gave me the sweetest of smile as she took one hand and cupped my balls gently while using the other stroking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund up and down. “It’s just so big Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,…I am not sure if I can really get it all in.”

“You can try. You almost had it all last time…will you try again?”

“Yes of course…I will do anything for you Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

“Show me…c’mon suck on it some more sweetheart…take it all in that sweet little young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth of yours this time.”

Āmnah Ůsmān lowered her mouth once more opening wide and with more confidence than last time, began to suck on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her mouth bobbed up and down, up and down on my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.

With every downward bob, Āmnah Ůsmān took more of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her small young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“That’s it honey…take it all …suck on it …good, excellent!!” I encouraged Āmnah Ůsmān.

With my soft words of encouragement ringing in her ears Āmnah Ůsmān was soon sucking on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund as if there was no tomorrow.

Every time her mouth bobbed up and threatened to break contact with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, I applied firm but gentle pressure on the back of her head forcing my Hindu dick deep into her eager young Musalmān mouth.

Āmnah Ůsmān was using one hand to gently massage my balls in her hand as her Musalmān mouth flew up and down on my hard Hindu shaft.

It went on for how much time, nether one of us knew.

Ultimately, I was near the tipping point.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! OH GOD, ĀMNAH ŮSMĀN…Your DURGESH, ANANT MUSLIMĀTCHOD HINDU PIYĀ, IS GOING TO CUM IN YOUR MOUTH IF YOU DON’T STOP THAT.”

She flickered her eyes upwards at me as I said this but continued to suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund with unabated enthusiasm.

Then just as I was nearing the point of no return she stopped abruptly.

“I need you inside of me Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.” Āmnah Ůsmān said breathlessly as she stood up. “Take my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān virginity, Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, pleaaaaseee. I’ve saved it only for you. I love you exclusively.”

She turned around and I spent a minute appreciating her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān ass with my hands trying to let my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund relax just a bit so I didn’t burst as soon as I was inside of her.

My lips were kissing first one of her beautiful tanned female Musalmān ass cheeks and then the other, while my hands snaked up and started to fondle her beautiful young Musalmān tits once more.

Āmnah Ůsmān slowly was pulling down her panties as I went to work on her extremely beautiful young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body with reckless abandon.

She stepped out of her panties, which now lay next to her bra in a heap on the floor.

Āmnah Ůsmān lowered herself slowly unto my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund as she faced the mirror.

I pierced her tight virgin twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as she cried out first in pain and then in pure pleasure as her Durgesh, her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, went slow letting her adjust to my size.

Āmnah Ůsmān leaned forward, grabbing the table for support as she slowly began to pump up and down on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Slowly at first, and then just a little faster as we fall into a rhythm.

I let Āmnah Ůsmān set the pace.

Let her decide how fast she would ride my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

She was going maddeningly slow seeming to enjoy being in control on Durgesh, the greatest.

But soon it became all too much for me to take.

I was gazing lovingly at her tits in the mirror as they slowly jiggled up and down as she rode me.

I wanted nothing more than to make her bounce up and down hard and fast so I leaned forward grabbing Āmnah Ůsmān by the hips seizing control.

I thrust my hips violently upwards meting her soft downward thrust that caught her off guard and caused her to moan louder than ever.

I pushed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her hard and fast unable to continue the slow pace anymore.

I then gripped her around the waist pulling her backwards as I sat down on the bench.

I began to bounce Āmnah Ůsmān up and down onto my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

It was easy as she was so small and light.

Her moans increased in volume and intensity as she was now riding my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund recklessly.

Her head back, eyes shut, she moaned louder as she was slammed harder and harder up and then down on her Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. Her beautiful tits bounce up and down each time she came crashing down onto my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

I was staring at them with rapt attention and decided my whole goal in life now is to make those big tits of hers, which she used to tease me all day with, to jiggle up and down faster and faster.

To this end I was now picking her up higher to where she nearly broke contact with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and then holding her there for a fraction of a second before letting her down fast and hard.

Her extremely beautiful young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body slammed down onto my Hindu hardness making those Musalmān tits of her jiggle and bounce just as I had hoped for.

It went on almost endlessly.

Āmnah Ůsmān and I both were enjoying it immensely.

Āmnah Ůsmān was very much proud of having my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, ultimately.

The effect of all this had me nearing a most explosive orgasm.

I wanted to slow down and try and make it last but when I did Āmnah Ůsmān took over and began to thrust down faster and harder onto my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund pushing backwards with her hands against the bench.

She was riding my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and moaning and groaning like a cheap little tramp.

The thought of this only caused my desire for her to increase all the more.

“Come on Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, fuck me harder, please, pleaaaaaaaaaaaase! Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, pleeeeease…” She screamed with unabashed reckless desire.

I was a slave to her needs now as if.

Naturally, I did as she wanted.

After a few more thrusts and watching those tits bounce up and down I was ready for the grand finale.

Without warning I lifted her up and off of me and stood her on the floor.

Āmnah Ůsmān leaned forward against the table as she spread her beautiful Musalmān legs wide for me.

I went slowly at first, with both of my hands on her hips rocking into young Āmnah Ůsmān soft and slow.

But as her moans began to become louder and louder my ability to go slow soon vanished, especially now as she was begging me to…

“Allah! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh God, Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, come on fuck your Musalmān girl…hard please…as I deserve it.”

Her voice had a rough fevered excitement to it that only caused my own excitement to increase 10 fold.

I began to slam into her with all I had over and over as she furiously moaned louder.

“Allah Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh God, Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,…that’s it. Fuck your little Musalmān girl…come on please, give it to me!”

I alternated thrusting into her first harder and then harder and then slow, slower and slower still and then back to quick and hard.

I was near to an overwhelming orgasm now as Āmnah Ůsmān’s cries to be fucked were sending me over the edge.

Normally I would try to hold out making sure my partner would come first but I knew tonight there was no holding back.

My orgasm was building as an oncoming freight train.

I once again slowed down for what I knew will be the final time before I cum.

I pumped in and out of her slowly, carefully preparing body and mind for the final assault.

Thankfully, she was nearly there herself as she said in a harsh whisper,

“Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I am going to come …pleaseeeeee…don’t stop…pleassseeeeeeee.”

That was all I needed to hear as like a sprinter making my final kick as I neared the finish line, I began to fuck young Āmnah Ůsmān furiously.

I began fucking her so hard that my violent passionate Hindu thrusts nearly lift her off the ground. Āmnah Ůsmān responded just as I hoped she would.

“I am coming Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, your Āmnah Ůsmān is coming …Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! OH GOOOOOOD!!”

I squirted a mighty load of cum into her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as my knees buckled and the most intense orgasm washed over me.

I collapsed back onto the vanity bench as I noticed she was trembling.

Trembling from her first orgasm which had left her breathless.

I turned her around to face me.

I reached out with one hand and stroked her soft face as she was crying.

“Āmnah Ůsmān…You are crying?”

“Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,…these are tears of joy,” she sobbed. “That was so …intense…so passionate… Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! God, it could not have been better.”

I let out a deep sigh of relief as I led her over to the bed where we collapsed into each other once again.

We snuggled tight against one another, both content we were safe and sound in each other’s arms.

Both content we just experienced a phenomenon that would last our entire lifetime, nonstop now.

But maybe more than anything young Āmnah Ůsmān was contented just like the cat that swallowed the canary. Contented that her sweet vengeance against Saåīdah Zaheer is just getting started.

Chapter 11

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The Durgesh Obsession: 9

Posted: April 6, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Chapter 9

Durgesh Āmnah Ůsmān

But then again I should have seen it coming as Āmnah Ůsmān had always been frightfully jealous of Saåīdah Zaheer.

I paused a minute trying to collect my thoughts as I heard her bedroom door slam shut.

I wondered briefly if I should wait giving her time to cool off or go up now.

As I headed up the stairs I figured waiting would only give her ample time to become even more upset.

I must nip this in the bud and now.

I reached her room and knocked on the door.

No answer.

I knocked louder,

“Come on, Āmnah Ůsmān … WE NEED TO TALK!!”

“Come in,” she said.

Much to my surprise her voice seemed calm and controlled if not a bit cool.

I slipped in the door.

She was sitting on down on her bench, combing her hair in front of the mirror on her vanity table.

I walked up behind her.

Our eyes met briefly in the mirror before she looked away.

“Āmnah Ůsmān, try to understand … I am sorry to say …” I started now knowing exactly what I was going to say or what I should say to make things better.

“What are you sorry for Durgesh? Maybe for ignoring my needed, huh?” She continued to brush her long dark hair not really paying attention to me as I stood behind her.

“Your needed … what needed did I ignore …? I thought … we had a really nice day.”

“Yes until the end when I…needed…you to make one simple promise to me.”

She stopped brushing her hair and looked at me steadily in the mirror.

I stepped closer, put my hands on her shoulders. “Honey…Āmnah Ůsmān, sweetheart, it’s…it’s not that simple. I…am lonely here by myself…I have needed…that…”

“Needed that I would be…more than happy to fulfill if only you would let me, Durgesh…but you won’t as I plainly seen down by the fire when you’d barely touch me.”

There she had said it.

The proverbial cat was out of the bag.

She wondered what, if anything, my response will be to her bold statement.

When I said nothing she began combing her hair again in long jerking motions, ignoring me once more.

I was getting annoyed by her attitude and by the combing of the hair but most of all maybe by having no real response to what she just proposed.

I wondered if she realized what kind of needed I was referring to which more than anything gave me pause.

The frustration was building in her heart.

I was soon tired of being ignored.

I grabbed her hand in mid stroke, wrestling the brush away from her and tossed it on the vanity table.

It crashed there with a loud thud.

“Durgesh!!” She cried surprised by my sudden display of aggression.

Surprised and a bit turned on maybe.

“Pay attention little girl…I did not touch you much, hold you much when we cuddled in front of the fire because of one simple reason.” I paused as our eyes met once more in the mirror.

I sensed this was a critical juncture in our relationship.

I chose my next words carefully.

“I just did not trust myself honey…and you know what I am talking about?” I held up my hands, “These hands sometimes don’t obey me.” I said softly yet gravely.

She turned to me while reaching up to grasp my hands in hers.

Now with my hands firmly trapped by her own she brought them up to her lips and kissed them several times.
“But Durgesh…” she turned back to the mirror while guiding my hands back to her shoulders.

“I trust you … And that is what really counts.” Āmnah Ůsmān let her hands slip down to her lap.

She was quiet for a moment before adding,

“I love you so very much…not trusting your big strong hands on me is never going to happen.”

“I love you too Āmnah Ůsmān… very much.” I leaned down and kissed her on top of the head.

Once again she had managed to melt my heart.

Without having to think about it I began to slowly massage her shoulders through the thick fuzzy material of her robe.

She sighed gently, feeling my hands on her shoulders.

My fingers moved slowly across each shoulder blade, then up her neck, and then back across the shoulders.

“Is this what you wanted, Āmnah Ůsmān?” I whispered to her. “For me to pay more attention to you…with these big strong hands.”

“That and…a simple little promise.” She felt me stiffen and stop my massage.

She quickly added,

“But for now I will settle for this little massage as it felt so good.”

Āmnah Ůsmān leaned her head down, while raising her hands to mine.

Gripping them tightly she pushed them under the material of the robe at the neckline whispering softly,

“This would be better though.”

I worked my way across her shoulders once more kneading and stroking- now with nothing between my hands and her shoulders I noticed something that caused my heart to race.

I slowly worked my hands across her shoulders…one on each… back and forth … I began to realize my hands were not impeded by anything, namely bra straps!

Her shoulders were bare so that must mean… under that robe is?

I tried to not think about what it meant that my hands were not impended by anything.

as I worked them over and across her shoulders. I tried to concentrate on just rubbing her shoulders and nothing else but it’s hard especially when she began to moan softly from my touch while leaning her head back against my stomach.

I brought my hands up from under her robe and using my thumbs I rubbed behind her ears, pulled on her hair gently.

Āmnah Ůsmān looked up at me and smiled.

A warm relaxed smile that said maybe her storm of anger had passed.

The massage continued until…she wanted more.

She asked me to rub her back too.

I couldn’t say no to her.

She moved forward on the bench seat until she was in on the front edge.

Patting the seat behind her she requested me to sit down.

The bench was just wide enough for both of us to sit, yet somewhat uncomfortably.

Consequently, she was sitting between my legs.

I started at her shoulders working my way slowly down her back just a bit then up again.

I felt the tension building between us once more.

Not long into the massage she opened her eyes and looked at me in the mirror while saying softly,

“Durgesh, I think your massage would be much better if this stupid robe was not in the way…don’t you think.”

I froze for an instant.

My mind whirling with wicked thoughts.

What if the fact I felt no bra straps really meant she was completely and utterly naked under her robe…or at the very least topless?

I looked at her and saw her face darken when I did not answer right away.

I couldn’t bear to upset her anymore as she was still obviously in a fragile state of mind.

“Of course, Āmnah Ůsmān.” and then before I could stop myself my humane instincts forced me to add, “Hmm but that may not be a really good idea… ”

“Well, why not Durgesh…” she snorted in reply, her voice taking on that scary edge that indicated a storm is brewing.

“Well, because…”

“Because you are afraid of what I have on under my robe Durgesh…if anything.”

She smiled so sweet and innocent at me as if what we were talking about was not deadly serious. “Come on Durgesh …don’t be shy …” she said in a teasing playful voice while she reached behind her and took my hands into hers.

Āmnah Ůsmān guided them around to her front to where the robe was tied.

My mind raced.

What to do!!.

If I put up a fight and said no she will probably flip out again and get mad.

As she did earlier.

But if I complied with her wishes, took off the robe and she had no bra on underneath as I suspected…

My hands were now on the tie holding her robe shut, with her hands wrapped tightly over them.

She whispered,

“Come on Durgesh, Please undo my robe…I don’t mind really …” she then added the kicker, “You don’t want to make me cry again, do you?”

That settled it, as pure and simple emotional blackmail had done the trick.

I must comply with her wishes or risk another crying jag.

With her help I slowly started to undo the tie.

The robe fell open slightly – her hands never left mine.

I watched in the mirror as she guided my hands up to just below her shoulders…

“Go on, Durgesh, take it off” she whispered.

My heart racing, I gently slid my fingers inside the robe and pulled it off slowly.

I was staring at her in the mirror.

My eyes glued to her chest as the robe slid down and off her shoulders.

I was wrong.

She was not naked under her robe, nor topless but instead young Āmnah Ůsmān had an absolutely gorgeous green strapless bra on.

It looked very smug on her.

In fact, it looked like it is having the worst of times trying to contain those big beautiful Musalmān tits of hers.

My eyes grew big with amazed wonder as she stood up slipping the robe off the rest of the way.

She was wearing an equally sexy pair of matching green lace thong panties.

Before she sat back down I got a real eyeful of her exquisite great Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She smiled at me innocently as I moved my hands to her back and started rubbing her shoulders again working my way down – slowly -my eyes kept flickering back to the image in the mirror of young Āmnah Ůsmān in that sexy strapless bra.

No words were exchanged as of yet.

Āmnah Ůsmān was merely enjoying my attentions on her body while for my part I was graver.

Such was the effect of her dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty on me.

I rubbed up and down her back, massaging her nicely, scratching her back lightly with my fingernails all the way down to her bra strap and then back up.

I kneaded her shoulders again as my eyes flickered down to her chest helplessly.

Finally she broke the silence.

“So do you like it Durgesh. It’s new.”

“What’s new?”

“My bra and panties, silly. Surely you must have an opinion on them, one way or the other.”

Āmnah Ůsmān expected my hands keep wanting to slide around to the front and start massaging those tantalizing, mouthwatering Musalmān tits of hers through that sexy bra.

It seemed to be a primeval urge that must be coming from somewhere deep and dark within my heart. It was an urge I had to fight with all my willpower.

“Hmm, not saying anything. Oh well I know you like them anyway, especially my bra.” Āmnah Ůsmān said this in a very teasing voice that suggested she had a rather good idea I was having such a hard time taking my eyes off of her chest.

“Why do you say that, honey?” I answered, with a mighty effort tore my eyes off of her chest and looked away.

“Let’s just say it was woman’s intuition.”

Then as our eyes met in the mirror she added with a pretty smirk on her face,

“That and the way you keep avoiding staring at my chest.”

“Honey I….”

“Don’t even try and deny it Durgesh. I would be most insulted if you do. In fact I am already bit insulted that you have not told me how nice I look in my new bra.”

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, as my hands were poised on her shoulders,

“Āmnah Ůsmān, your new bra looks fabulous on you, as do the matching panties…and yes I have been avoiding staring. Do you hate me for it honey. I mean did it make you …uncomfortable.”

“Of course, Durgesh. I want you to appreciate me there too.” She said as she reached back and stroked my cheek with her hand. “And thank you for being so brave to tell me how good I look.”

She brought her mouth up to mine and planted a kiss seductively on my lips.

And then another when I showed no sign of resistance.

This second kiss lingered before she broke it off causing my heart to trip hammer.

“But you really do like the way it looked on me right Durgesh …you’re not just saying that to make me feel better.” She turned back around while my hands came up and began stroking her hair. “Maybe I am just trying to compete with Saåīdah Zaheer in the looks department.”

“Competing and winning sweetheart.” I told her as I leaned in and whispered into her ear.

I wanted to make her feel better, wanted her to stop being so damn jealous of Saåīdah Zaheer.

“And no honey… I am just not saying that to make you feel better.”

I pulled back and looked at her very seriously deep in the eyes before adding,

“I think you look fantastic and you’re absolutely right. I am have had a really, really hard time keeping my eyes off your chest…”

“Really Durgesh … I was just kinda you know kidding when I said that.”

She had a very bemused look on her face now as we sat staring at each other, sitting so very close on her little vanity bench. “I mean really you have been staring at my chest Durgesh?”

Āmnah Ůsmān was being so sweet and loving to me; giving me those two small little kisses had set my heart on fire, so why not tell her the truth, especially when the truth will make her feel better about herself.

My hands now slid around her waist rubbing her sides up and down as she turned back around facing the mirror once more. I leaned in and said in her ear.

“Yes honey…I had been staring at your chest…it’s the awful truth.”

She whispered back,

“Only awful if I didn’t like what you saw.”

“And if I did like what I saw honey…what then.”

“Then you should tell me.” She said her voice showing no signs of discomfort that we were discussing me staring at the twenty eight year old Āmnah Ůsmān’s chest.

“Well in that case then…I like what I see… very much so” I whispered in her ear as my hands slid up and down her bare arms.

“Better than Saåīdah Zaheer?” Āmnah Ůsmān smiled cunningly.

My hands rested softly around her tummy stroking it in small circles with one finger.

I sighed heavily knowing she will not let me off easy.

“Yes sweetheart better than Saåīdah Zaheer.”

“And am I as pretty as her, Durgesh darling?” She wrapped her hands around mine and began to guide them upwards to the swell of her beautiful boobs.

Yet just before we could reach, with a mighty effort of willpower, I stopped them just short.

Her heart was speeding with forbidden excitement as I sensed things were about to get out of hand.

As my fingers glided gently across her flat well-toned abs my excitement increased.

It was only by some small miracle that I stopped them just short of the lacy bottom of her bra.

“Promise me you won’t go back to her and we could do this…all the time Durgesh…that is cuddle like this I mean.”

“Honey if anyone…finds out about this.”

“Durgesh, no one needed to know. It would be our little secret.”

She slipped her arms behind and around my neck pulling me in closer.

I lowered my mouth closer to her neck.

“Our special little secret, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Come on, please, kiss me…”

My lips brushed the slope of her neck.

She let out a soft moan as I began to kiss her neck softly.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was growing ever bigger, ever harder by the second.

I showered her neck with my kisses as I took a quick glance in the mirror.

I saw Āmnah Ůsmān had tilted her head back and thrust her chest out allowing me total access to her extremely beautiful young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body- if only I wanted really to take advantage.

She turned her face to mine.

Our lips touched.

I felt the fire going up my spine; the passion exploding in my heart.

We kissed soft and slow.

Over and over again.

“Oh Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā… I love you so much…” Āmnah Ůsmān said in a husky whisper, her voice filled with her forbidden Musalmān passion for me, as she broke with me briefly in between kisses.

We continued to exchange small breathless exclamations of love while my hands began to slip towards her boobs.

I couldn’t take it anymore!

Her tongue flickered out and explored my mouth, which pretty much sealed the deal as I was not going anywhere.

All pretense of innocence lost now.

My tongue glided out into her mouth as we kissed long and deep.

My hands continued to drift all around her bare mid-section.

“Durgesh, your Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, loves you too Āmnah Ůsmān.” I said.

My voice was also rough with desire and passion. Our lips crashed together over and over.

My tongue snaked into her mouth, probing deeper, tasting her.

She responded by shoving her tongue back against mine; the kiss went on and on, until finally out of breath both of us pulled back.

Āmnah Ůsmān smiled at me.

“That was nice.”

“Yes,” I too smiled now.
Āmnah Ůsmān turned back towards the mirror -leaned her back against my chest as she grabbed my hands and guided them to her mid-section.

I rubbed her tummy in small circles, wanting to do so much more but cautious to make the attempt.

“You can play with them now if you want…” she started to guide my hands upwards, “I mean if you really think they are nice… like you said Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā… you must want to touch them.”

My hands reached the edge of her bra.

I paused as I looked at her in the mirror.

She smiled at me, soft and sweet, before her head lolled back, arching her back pushing her beautiful young Musalmān tits out to their maximum potential.

My eyes were glued to the image of young Āmnah Ůsmān’s Musalmān tits in the mirror as they looked so damn inviting in that strapless bra, which was barely containing them.

Then she whispered what was a most enticing invitation.

“Go on, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, touch them if you want…you will be the first… ever.”

My heart nearly exploded in pure excitement from her little confession.

Āmnah Ůsmān gave one final soft push upwards and my hands came into contact with the soft material of her bra.

Her hands were still over mine making sure they didn’t stray from her young erect Musalmān tits as she exerted mild downward pressure.

The soft feel of the bra combined with the firmness of her young virgin Musalmān tits caused my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to reach new heights of hardness.

It was an incredible feeling, full of pure red hot passion, as I began to slowly massage Āmnah Ůsmān’s beautiful Musalmān tits through her bra.

There was no escape as she held my hands firmly in place over her boobs.

Moving my hands in small circles all over the lacey material of her bra I began to massage them more firmly warming to the task at hand.

She moaned softly,

“Oh Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,…hmm…that is it … play with your new young Musalmān wife’s enticing Musalmān boobies.”

Her encouragement turned the heat up even higher- I began to vigorously rub her boobs, now all over, as her hands dropped away.

She was confident that I no longer needed encouragement to fondle her beautiful Musalmān tits.

Āmnah Ůsmān leaned back and relaxed against me while I cupped her boobs from underneath feeling their soft weight through that incredibly sexy strapless bra.

Āmnah Ůsmān moaned even louder, closing her eyes and thrusting her chest out.

“Should I take it off Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” she whispered to me.

Chapter 10

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