The Reward from my father in lawPosted: March 10, 2010
The Reward from my father in law
I want to narrate an experience of mine which I had with my father-in-law.
I am Samīnah Ålī, a 25 year young Musalmān woman.
I’ve been married since one year.
Of course, it’s an arranged marriage.
My husband works in a private company and I am a house wife.
My father-in-law has a friend named Durgesh.
My Mother in law slept actually with Durgesh, not with my real father-in-law.
It was so open that I was astonished.
They belong to various Islamic sects and age groups.
Nevertheless, anyone could easily find out on seeing him that Durgesh is sexually starved.
For all practical purposes, actually Durgesh was my father-in-law.
Though he was not my real father-in-law.
For about a year we were a happy couple.
we toured around many places, hanged out well, everything was fine.
It was off late that I noticed changes.
A lot of changes, primarily in our relationship.
Sex was boring and ordinary and sort of a routine ritual.
I needed some spice in it.
Also, there was a notable change in the way my Hindu father-in-law saw me.
I noticed a change in the way he looked at me, the areas he stared at.
Well, I don’t like to boast about myself but I am not bad in those departments.
My Musalmān breasts are firm enough and protruding, almost an invitation to grab them and squeeze them hard.
I normally wore sarees at home, mostly casual cotton ones, occasionally I appeared in those silky ones which were more transparent and clinging to my body, showing off my curves.
Durgesh used to stare at my Musalmān Boobs, and my Musalmān cleavage, especially when I bent down.
My saree palloo’ goes slightly off the place, giving him a view of my cleavage and my melons.
While serving him food, I stand near him and bend whenever I need to put food in his plate, he would never miss a chance to look at my hidden treasures, but he always does that in a clever way as if he is Mr. Innocent and knew nothing.
I stand almost inches near to him, his face near to my Musalmān breasts.
He can see my navel and my clothed Musalmān breasts up close.
Then came a time when my husband had to go out of station on some training purpose. He said he would return in about 10-15 days.
His acts became bolder.
He gave stares which were obvious. One day he asked me to help him in taking his bath; he said he wanted me to clean his back for him.
I also wanted to enjoy him.
I was fed up routine sex of my idiot husband.
Durgesh was clever.
My beautiful acquaintances were always in pleasure of his incredible Hindu Sex Prowess.
I was dying for having a sex advanture with him.
You hate me?
Well, I don’t mind.
Go ahead and do it.
I can’t allow you to dictate my life.
He sat in his shorts; I entered the bathroom, I was wearing a cotton saree.
He asked me to give him a head bath.
I turned on the shower and though I took precautions not to get wet, I couldn’t, I got wet partially.
I was applying shampoo to him, standing in front of him.
His face was straight in front of my Musalmān breasts .
My saree got wet and my blouse was clearly visible along with the contents inside it.
He could trace the shape of my Musalmān breasts , size and the location of the nipples.
I tied my saree to a side, in such a way that my navel area was exposed.
I was sure it was a feast for him, but I continued.
Knowing him, I wanted to tease him.
I was rubbing his head applying shampoo.
It was moving to and fro, in such a way, that it almost touched my Musalmān breasts in that process.
It was steaming hot in the bathroom, and I was wet partly due the water, and partly due to my sweat.
Durgesh could feel the Musalmān female aroma emanating from me.
I got carried away.
I was moving his head more and more into me.
I was letting his Hindu male face touch my Musalmān breasts .
It was a see-saw movement.
His face, actually I felt his lip, was kissing my Musalmān breasts.
I was literally crushing his lips into my Musalmān breasts .
He must have felt the softness of my Musalmān Boobs.
He laid his face buried in them, almost restless and just my hands were moving.
Few minutes later, I regained my senses and moved away from him.
I finished the cleaning work soon.
I got a towel and I was wiping his head.
Again his face was pushed into my Musalmān breasts, while I dried his hair with a towel.
I was applying force to dry so he had to hold me for support.
He laid his hands on my stomach, above my Musalmān buttocks, and caught me.
He was laying both hands on me, taking full support from his hand grip on my tummy area.
He was pressing me hard.
I was dumb struck for a few Moments.
I finished that work soon, before it went too far.
One afternoon he complained that the AC machine wasn’t working in his room.
And I asked him to sleep in my bedroom.
In the middle of my sleep I felt someone touch me.
I woke up, but didn’t open my eyes fully.
I opened my eyes and saw him.
He was deep asleep, the hand wasn’t moving.
I thought it was accidental and it happened in sleep.
I closed my eyes and resumed sleeping.
Few minutes later, the hand started moving!
Durgesh was feeling my stomach, its softness and started to press it gently.
Later, his hand started to move upwards!
His hand was now lying on my Musalmān breasts .
He put it there motionless for few minutes.
Then he started gripping one of my Musalmān breasts, with his palm.
He began to assess the shape and size of it.
He could feel its softness in his hands.
It started to become stiff and firm.
He began, gently, to squeeze my breast, the way an auto/bus driver blows the horn.
He was now getting bolder and was squeezing it much harder.
I moved slightly and let out a feeble moan, but I continued to act as if I were amidst a deep sleep.
Then he located my nipple and started to draw circles around it, along the aureole.
He took a nipple between his thumb and index finger and started pressing it gently at first, later a little harder than earlier.
I couldn’t hold on any longer and I had to break free.
I acted as if I woke up just then.
His hand was inside my saree palloo, right on top of my blouse, fingers almost catching my nipple.
He shut his eyes but kept his hand there itself.
Well, what a bold Hindu father in law!
I acted as if I was shocked to see his hand there, and I took it off away from me.
He was now sleeping very close to me.
His breath was almost felt by me on my face.
I turned to the other side, facing away from him.
I closed my eyes but I was still thinking of his acts.
It was not late before he laid his hand again on my stomach, now he was catching it from backside.
His Hindu hand was feeling my Musalmān Tummy and its softness.
I slipped a knowing smile as I was turning away, and he couldn’t see my face anyway.
He began to feel my soft Musalmān Boobs once again.
It was thrilling for me to be touched by such an elderly Hindu man, in that way.
I felt strange, but I liked it.
He moved his face closer to mine.
He was breathing my aroma due to my sweat.
Feeling my hair and seeing the smell of it.
Then his nose was touching the bare skin on my back which is in the blouse cut area in the back just below my neck.
He planted a gentle, yet bold, Hindu kiss there.
Allah, even my husband was not bold enough to do it so boldly.
I admired Durgesh, anew.
His hands now came down feeling me all the way, actually they moved a lot down now.
Almost about to enter my panty area.
No one knows how I feel when someone touches me in that area below my navel.
His hand was trying to enter my saree hold, above my panty area.
His slipped his hand inside finally, and viola! Durgesh was touching my young Musalmān pubes!
I think everyone of us must have experienced an electric shock at some point of time in our life.
I was experiencing it then.
His touch was like an electric shock to me.
He must be aware, by now ,that I was awake and conscious of all his Hindu acts.
He continued exploring deeper.
He must be surprised when he felt me wet there.
I was almost giggling now with shivers passing through my female Musalmān body.
He was rubbing my Musalmān Clit and was feeling my wet Musalmān Pussy.
He was manipulating me well.
More skillfully than even my Musalmān husband manipulated me ever.
I was in heaven.
He inserted his Uncut Hindu Penis into my Musalmān Pussy which was fully wet by now.
He began to fuck me vigorously.
Though we both were aware of each others position it was done with me staying there numb as if I was asleep.
He was literally drilling me.
I think he came then.
He left suddenly and went to his room, leaving myself wetter with his Hindu cum more there, into me.
What a fuck!
What a fuck!
Now I knew why my Sāsū Ammī was sleeping with Durgesh so openly, so shamelessly.
We acted normally as if nothing happened until night, when he had to sleep in my room.
At about mid night he started doing the same things again.
He started feeling me up and squeezing my Musalmān Boobs.
Now as it’s night time, we could not see each others faces, for that matter nothing was visible.
I was wide awake while this was happening.
He grew bolder and was now kissing my neck area.
He went on lower, started to remove my palloo aside and was kissing my Musalmān Boobs over my blouse.
He was squeezing one and was kissing the other.
He was trying to lick it too.
He was desperate now so he started to remove my blouse.
He ripped it apart soon, made short work on my bra and there were the mangoes he had been dying for so long.
He felt them fully naked and started rubbing his face into them madly.
He was licking them and kissing them hard.
I was moaning loud now.
I was encouraging him with my hands pushing his head into my Musalmān breasts .
We tried the French kiss, he began to kiss my Musalmān Tummy, my navel, went even lower too.
He removed my saree totally now.
Dragged my panty down and began to kiss my Musalmān Pussy.
He was inserting his Uncut Hindu Penis into it and was fucking me again.
I was thumping my Musalmān buttocks, and banging them up and down, on the bed.
I was trembling in great female Musalmān lust, and pure passion.
I was dreaming of this for years and finally this happened.
Not with my Musalmān husband!
Not at all.
With this Hindu father-in-law of mine.
I was asking him to fuck me.
He was groaning and obliged my request, took his nude unprotected Uncut Hindu Dick and shoved it hard into my Musalmān Pussy.
I didn’t even care about any protection at that time.
I was in lust and total ecstasy.
He was ramming his Uncut Hindu Cock harder and harder.
To my surprise, he was a lot, lot, longer than my Musalmān husband!
He fucked me whole night non stop.
Allah! I could not even imagine it.
He came thrice during it.
He finally collapsed over me.
Me, under Durgesh, having my legs wrapped around his nude Hindu waist.
Our lips buried into each other’s.
I was the one to get up first the next morning.
He was just inside me, above me, hugging me, my chest clinging into his.
His hand was over me and his face was near my neck.
I tried to move away.
I woke him.
He caught my breasts with his hand, squeezed it for one more time, looked at me and smiled.
I couldn’t look at him.
I was shy.
I had shamelessly greeted him into me, and invited even.
Allah, how shameless I was.
Ashamed of myself, I turned away.
After some time, I was trying to get off the bed.
He moved down to my Musalmān Pussy and felt me near that area.
Then kissed me there.
I giggled and left the room.
I got dressed and I was preparing breakfast and coffee.
He came into the kitchen slowly and hugged me from behind.
I froze and stood still.
His Hindu hands started playing with my Musalmān breasts again.
He was enjoying them very much.
He began kissing me on my neck from behind and continued pressing my Musalmān Boobs.
He said lets take a bath together, and dragged me into the bathroom.
I pleaded, saying that I had to prepare the breakfast.
He ignored my requests and said I was enough for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
He turned on the shower and we both became wet.
He said he still did not see me nude in day light.
He wanted to see me totally nude.
I started kissing him now and hugged him tightly.
This really turned him on.
He almost ravaged me.
He swiftly removed my saree, almost tore my blouse open and caught my Musalmān breasts .
They were wet hence slippery.
He said I had a good pair and kissed them to his hearts content.
I allowed him to relish on them and asked him to do whatever he wanted to, I said I am all yours.
He made me nude completely.
I removed his shorts and caught his Uncut Hindu Dick.
It was huge.
It was one hell of a Uncut Hindu Dick with good length and width as well.
I moved it to and fro for a while and he started to fuck me while standing in the shower.
He was holding my Musalmān buttocks and started to fuck me.
He lifted me onto him and he was almost holding me with his hands and his Uncut Hindu Dick in my Musalmān Pussy.
It needs great strength to give a standing fuck.
We moved to the bedroom and continued our fuck there.
We were having a fucking marathon, all those days when my hubby wasn’t around.
Later on we continued to have sex during daytime, and whenever and wherever, we got a chance.
He would feel me up at times, sometimes we have oral sex, and we continue to have a good sexual relationship.
I get fucked by him almost daily.
Actually I love Durgesh more now than even my Musalmān husband.
I’m even pregnant by Durgesh now.
My foolish Musalmān husband thinks it’s his child I have inside me.
But Durgesh knows it’s his son and he has rewarded me with his one month exclusive nude companionship with me.
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