The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 2-Of my Musalmān enemies-1The Punishment to my enemy:1Posted: March 16, 2010
The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies
2: Of my Musalmān enemies
The Punishment to my enemy
It was when I was 39.
while I don’t exercise, I still was in good shape – I was having great sex with almost 2.5 lac Musalmān Beauties of different sects and different age groups.
The daughter of my vowed enemy Muħammad Ħasan; is 20 and terrific in figure.
He was one of the numerous cousins of my wife, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD.
He was one of the persons tried to assassinate Fātimah, me, or Kħadeejah Muħammad at least.
I’d vowed to fuck every girl and every woman related to him as he was against my marriage with Saiyadā Fātimah PhD.
I was already fucking his wives.
They were practically my wives now.
His Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; told me,
” If you ever want any woman related to my husband Muħammad Ħasan, other than me; tell me. I won’t mind. But leave my daughter, Sabah Muħammad out of it. Please! She is innocent, and newly adult. She is only twenty, while you are already 39.”
But she never knew that I had the hots for her daughter, Sabah Muħammad; ever since she turned sixteen and started wearing tight jeans, tee-shirts and revealing home-clothes.
Muħammad Ħasan loved her more than his on life.
I don’t think there ever was a week when she had not granted me a generous look at her cleavage.
At times, I thought how sick I was to fantasize about Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter – but at night, as I lay on the bed, which had not tasted cum with any new woman related to Muħammad Ħasan for the last two months, I start peeling her clothes off in dreams, and when I wake up, my underwear will be wet with cum.
On the Friday night Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter turned 18.
Muħammad Ħasan’s Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; had to go to her friend’s house about 6 hours journey away.
She decided to stay there for the weekend as all the transport would be full.
After the birthday party, Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter and I were left alone in our apartment.
At about 10 pm, the maid servants had cleaned out the kitchen and the hall. I sat down on my sofa and started reading ‘Chastity’, which one of Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter’s friends had given to her.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock rise rapidly.
Just then Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter entered the room wearing one of the shortest shorts and the tightest tops I have ever seen her in.
Sabah Muħammad called me ‘Dad’ sarcastically, as I fucked all her four beautiful Ammīs.
“Dad,” she said, in a sexy tone, “ab main Hindu lađkon ko fuck kiya to koi diqqat to nahin hai, na?”
I was a little shocked.
I thought such questions were usually asked to Ammīs.
After staring at her top for sometime, I recovered from my surprise enough to say, “Nahīn.”
” Then come, I want to show you my gifts.”
I wanted to see her natural ‘gifts’ and she wanted to show me what she got for her birthday.
But instead of going to her room, she went into her Ammī’s bedroom.
As soon as I entered it, she said,
“I have a headache. Can I sleep here?”
I said yes, and just as even any father might do, I bent over her to massage her forehead.
I was conscious that my Uncut Hindu Cock was still awake, and I tried hard to make sure that she didn’t know I was aroused.
Just as I bent over, she hugged my neck and pulled me close.
My Hindu lips was scarcely far enough not to touch hers.
“Please don’t stop.”
I couldn’t bear to disappoint my little Musalmān princess on her birthday, and I kissed her on the beautiful Musalmān mouth, full and hard.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and we rolled over until she was on top of me.
We kissed for more than five minutes, and when we parted it was only for air.
Our lips bled slightly, and we licked each other’s clean.
After a series of kisses, I pulled out her top from under the hem of the shorts.
Her sweating had been collected by her bra and transferred on to the top, so the wet patches of clothing covering her Musalmān breasts hardly seemed like the thing to wear on such a happy occasion.
I caught her top and pulled it off.
Her bra seemed to be begging me to relieve them of their duty, – her Musalmān breasts were so hard, and her nipples sharp – so I took them off.
The more she moaned, the more Uncut Hindu Cocky I became.
Then I made her lie on the bed.
Even her sweat felt like a sweet liquid to me at that time, as I was actually torturing Muħammad Ħasan doing it.
I could not forgive the bastard for what he had done and was still doing.
I left nibble-marks all over her face.
I moved down, tasting and teasing with my Hindu mouth her whole Musalmān breast, in turn, and reached her shorts.
I bit the hem of the shorts, and pulled it down gently.
My enemy’s daughter writhed and moaned and thrust her Musalmān buttocks upwards.
I placed my hand under her butt, and kept them in the air.
I pulled the panties down with my mouth, something even Muħammad Ħasan’s Chief wife never permitted.
I left it on her ankle, and slid my leg underneath it.
My enemy’s daughter was almost as tall as me, so she had no trouble removing my shirt.
Suddenly, my Musalmān enemy’s daughter asked me to stand up.
I got up, and then she sat on the edge of the bed, and removed my pants. My Uncut Hindu Cock was so erect that the underwear could not contain it, and consequently, my erection showed.
My Musalmān enemy’s daughter sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock while it was my turn to moan.
Then, just like me, she pulled my underwear down with her teeth.
I was winning Muħammad Ħasan once more.
For a moment she was too stunned.
I kissed her again, and we played with our genital organs tossing them back and forth nd touching, and kissing.
Finally, it was time.
It was almost midnight, but our passion had not let up in the least way. Her Musalmān breasts had a few cuts on them, none too big to spoil the Saůūdī Årab Musalmān beauty, or too small to make me kiss-and-heal them.
My Uncut Hindu Dick too had a few cuts, which my Musalmān enemy’s daughter endeavored to cure by kissing them.
I didn’t want to hurt her, but she herslf said,
“Oooooh! Daaad! Puhleeeaaasse. I have been wanting this since I was fifteen.”
I replied that it might pain a lot, but she replied,
“We have to start somewhere.”
I entered her and sheer heaven greeted me.
I don’t recall her Ammī ever having given me that much pleasure.
She moaned a little, and dug her hands deeper into my butt.
Her Musalmān Pussy was tight, but once I was in, my Uncut Hindu Cock went so smoothly inside, that I’ve always felt that we are made for each other.
I just lay inside her for at least three hours, during which I filled her at least one more time.
Even as we fell asleep, we were still aroused.
The next day, I woke up to find that my Musalmān enemy’s daughter was not beside me.
At that moment, she entered the room, carrying a glass of milk.
She kept the glass on a table beside the bed, and bent over me to ‘adjust’ her pillow.
We made love all over again.
Then I carried her into the bathroom.
We had shower, and we explored places we never knew we had.
There was not a single mole in her Musalmān body that I hadn’t noticed.
We then lay on the tub in her room.
After some kissing and teasing, I told her,
“Darling, I hope this is not the end.”
She turned towards me, and kissed me as passionately as the first kiss had been.
“I love you, not just as a daughter, but something more. I love you, and I only hope we can do this even after Ammījān comes back. My darling Hindu Dad, as long as you want me, I am…”
I never let her finish that sentence.
My enemy’s Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; returned that evening, surprising us in our love-making.
We got dressed quickly enough, but, there was enough evidence of our affair.
At night, she announced that she was taking some sleeping pills.
She fell asleep, but every time I shut my eye, I remembered the night before, and grew horny.
I could hold on no longer, and went to my enemy’s daughter’s room.
She was not yet asleep, suffering from the same problem that I was.
As soon as she saw me, she rushed forward, and we started an encore. Halfway, just as I was about to push her clothing under the bed, My enemy’s Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; entered the room.
Caught in the act with my pant and her daughter’s panties down.
She was flabber-gasted.
My enemy’s Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; just smiled and said,
“Don’t you think the other bedroom is more spacious? I will sleep here. Now, out!”
That was two years ago. Right now, my elder Saůūdī Årab Musalmān queen has taken our little Saůūdī Årab Musalmān princess, who became my second queen, to the doctor for a checkup. I am going to be a father again.
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