The Punishment to my enemy
An unwanted affair
Ammījān and her son 4
I felt my climax building up.
I sucked his Uncut Hindu Cock harder and harder.
Without any warning, his Uncut Hindu Cock swelled inside my mouth, and before I could react, he exploded releasing the first load of his Hindu cum into the back of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.
There was no time to back out.
I gagged for a Moment but couldn’t stop his hot Hindu semen from making its way to my stomach.
It was an entirely new experience; I liked sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock but could never dare to take his Hindu cum into my mouth.
So far, he also had refrained from cumming in my mouth except on some rare occasions.
It was quite contradictory to his nature.
But, he never forced me to drink his cum.
With his first load down my belly, I realized that my fears were unfounded.
It was a sort of very tasty thick liquid. I didn’t find it disgusting; I rather liked the taste.
I made no attempt to withdraw my lips off his Uncut Hindu Cock .
I tried to suck every drop of it, but a part of it oozed out and dribbled along his Uncut Hindu Cock length.
That very Moment, my orgasm struck like a lightening. My whole body went rigid with rapture.
I could feel my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscles twitching violently.
I forgot about sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock .
It slipped out of my lips, spewing few final drops over my lips.
I rested my head over his Hindu crotch feeling his semi erect, slick Uncut Hindu Cock pressing against my cheek.
I stuck my tongue out and licked his balls.
I rolled off his body and slumped beside him.
Durgesh got up and changed his position.
He was now facing me.
I became aware of my own condition.
I could see Hindu lust in his eyes.
He didn’t waste any time and immediately slipped between my legs.
He got on all four, lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders.
He began kissing the inside of my thighs, running his tongue over my wet thighs.
Finally, he attacked my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I could feel the lustful heat searing my body again.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt began to lubricate with anticipation.
My heart began to work faster and faster.
I moaned loudly.
Then I felt his hand touching between my ass cheeks gently and his finger gently probing into my sphincter.
He rubbed his index finger over my puckered hole and forced it inside my rectum.
I bucked my hips under this sudden onslaught and screamed as it hurt a little. He pushed his finger deep, up to his knuckle. His index finger was buried to ass for the second time.
He began moving his finger in and out of my ass.
My mind was going crazy with the two way pleasure.
Durgesh positioned himself between my spread legs and placed the swollen knob of his Uncut Hindu Cock at my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt opening.
With a fierce lunge, he buried his Uncut Hindu Cock deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He fucked my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy hard, grabbing my thighs with his hands; he turned me to my side.
He then left my thighs, and his finger again moved to my back side.
He searched for my anus and again jabbed his finger deep into my ass.
I wailed with lust.
“Liked it?” He asked as he fucked me both ways with his Uncut Hindu Cock and his finger.
“Ahhhhhhhhh… ya… yeah… ahhhhhhhh…” I bucked with pleasure.
He smiled and withdrew his Uncut Hindu Cock out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I stared at him with disappointment. He also withdrew his finger from my ass and turned me to my back again.
I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock head moving, and then his knob was pressing against my anus.
I was terrified.
I had never been fucked in my ass before, and my instinct told me that it would be painful.
“No…” I cried trying to push him away from me.
He had no such intentions.
My sphincter muscles resisted a little but then gave way to his brutal Hindu strength.
His Uncut Hindu Cock head entered my rectum.
“Ahhhhhhhh…” I moaned loudly, pretty sure that Muħammad Ålī might have heard me in the other room, “No… it’s hurting.”
I felt tears welling in my eyes as the fear and pain gripped my body.
Durgesh was relentless.
He grabbed and forced my hands above my head.
He worked the entire length into my ass slowly.
He let my body get used to the new feeling.
I could now feel the stretching and fullness in my sphincter muscles, but the twinge that occurred when Durgesh entered me subsided.
Durgesh pulled his Uncut Hindu Cock out of my rectum until only the tip was gripped by the tight ring of muscles.
The pain eased, but not for long as Durgesh rammed it back all the way in a single thrust.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh…” I shrieked.
Durgesh began sawing his Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of my rectum.
My ass muscles gripped his sawing Hindu manhood tightly, feeling every curve of his gigantic Uncut Hindu Cock as it moved in and out of my rectum.
Soon, his every Hindu thrust drove me to the verge of ecstasy.
I could feel my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips swelling with excitement and fresh Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt juice starting to flow out of my slit.
I didn’t realize that I was moaning nonstop under his Hindu onslaught.
He lowered his head, took one of my erect nipples between his lips, and began kissing hard.
“Ahhhhhhhhh… yeah.” I whimpered as I sensed another orgasm approaching.
It was unbelievable.
I had never imagined that I could reach an orgasm this way, but it was happening right there with me.
I could feel the pressure building inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
I grabbed his head between my arms forcing it onto my tits, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Yes…yes…please sodomize me…ahhhhhhhhhhh…” I wailed begging him to sodomize me harder, feeling my body reach the point of no return.
Durgesh fucked my ass harder and harder,
I begged for more and he obliged with increasing his rutting.
It went on till infinity.
“It’s coming Suraiyah Jamāl…” Ultimately Durgesh groaned as he bore into my ass again, “I’m cumming… cummming… ahh… ahhh… here it comes… ahhhhhhh.”
Father-in-law cried and slammed his Uncut Hindu Cock deep into my rectum.
I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock swell inside my rear canal, and then the whole canal was filled with his hot Hindu cum.
It triggered my own orgasm.
I cried loudly, completely oblivious to the fact that my cries could be heard by my Musalmān husband in the other bedroom.
I had already crossed the line, and nothing could have stopped me from enjoying this blissful Moment.
Durgesh let out a deep breath and collapsed over me.
We clung to each other, reveling in the aftermath of our passionate anal adventure.
Gradually, the throbbing stopped and his Uncut Hindu Cock ceased deluging my anal passage.
I squeezed my anal muscles and sensed his Uncut Hindu Cock slowly losing its hardness.
Finally, he withdrew his Uncut Hindu Cock out.
My rear entry felt empty, and I became aware of a thin stream of hot sticky cum oozing out of my freshly buggered hole, slowly making its way along my crack and then soaking the bed sheet underneath. Durgesh lifted his body off me and slumped on one side, breathing heavily.
I looked at him; he was smiling with satisfaction; his eyes still filled with lust.
I smiled back at him and got off the bed.
He didn’t try to stop me, just kept watching me as I put my clothes back on. My ass and Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, were both feeling slippery as I walked out of his room.
When I reached the door, the lights were still on in my bedroom.
As I opened the door, Muħammad Ålī, still wide awake, lifted his head from his pillow, looked blankly into my eyes and then closed his eyes again.
His face was emotionless.
If anything were going through his mind, he hid it successfully.
I felt embarrassed and guilty.
After all, he was my husband and no husband would agree to his wife sleeping with somebody else.
I didn’t know what was going on inside his head.
All I knew was that I couldn’t help it anymore.
I was now a personal whore for my Hindu father-in-law, and I enjoyed fucking him.
In a way, Muħammad Ålī was also responsible for it.
He could have stopped me tonight from going to his father’s room.
But he didn’t.
Now he couldn’t complain.
I went to the bathroom, stripped and took a shower.
I washed my Hindu cum soaked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and ass.
I changed my clothes and came out of the bathroom.
I turned off the lights, and for a Moment, I stood in the darkness wondering where to sleep.
Finally, I made up my mind and slowly slipped beside Muħammad Ålī.
We lay side by side; neither of us uttered a word.
It was a very strange feeling.
I was lying beside my Musalmān husband who knew that I had just fucked Durgesh.
Perhaps, he also heard my cries of passion all through my fuck session with my Hindu father-in-law.
I didn’t know whether I should love or hate my Musalmān husband for letting me go and fuck his own Hindu father.
We lay silently in the darkness.
My mind was in turmoil.
I heard Muħammad Ålī tossing around; and probably he was still tossing in bed when I dozed off.
My relationship with Muħammad Ålī as a man and wife virtually ceased to exist.
Although he didn’t divorce me, but after that night, there was no physical relationship between Muħammad Ålī and me.
We still shared the same bed; every night we slept side by side, but Muħammad Ålī never tried to touch me.
Even if I tried to encourage or seduce him, he simply brushed off my overtures, and turned his face away.
Every effort I made to seduce him bore no result, and finally I had to give up.
He talked very little with me; only when it was utmost necessary.
He began spending most of his time with our kids and ignored my presence altogether.
His attitude made my life miserable; I lived with an overbearing feeling of guilt, which was amplified every time I faced my Musalmān husband.
I felt bad for him, and felt hurt by his neglect; but, I hadn’t the courage to face him.
Muħammad Ålī never talked about my amorous relationship with Durgesh , nor did he try to stop it.
My daily fuck sessions with Durgesh continued unabated.
Durgesh was insatiable, always ready to stuff his Uncut Hindu Cock into my horny Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
After that first time, he became even more daring.
Whenever he felt horny, he would simply called me; day or night, it didn’t matter to him.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy was getting more fucking than it could bargain for.
I was a reluctant partner in his horny game.
Like a drug addict who wanted to quit his habit but he couldn’t, I too wanted to stop my wanton relationship with Durgesh, but miserably failed to do so.
It was a weird kind of addiction, born out of fear of Durgesh, but so overwhelming, that I found it hard to say no to him every time he put his hands over my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I liked the feel of his throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock plundering my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , and even longed for it whenever he was out of town.
My longing for an Uncut Hindu Cock was so intense that it always overtook the feeling of remorse that I had about my Musalmān husband.
Many nights, after screwing Durgesh, I laid awake in my bed beside Muħammad Ålī hoping that he would get up and shove his cut Cock into my Durgesh’s Hindu cum filled Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
Although I was getting a regular dose of fucking from Durgesh, I still missed Muħammad Ålī badly.
I desperately wanted him to make love to me.
Was it due to my love for him or was it due to my feelings of guilt, I couldn’t say.
I probably longed for his acceptance.
His continued neglect of me made me crazy about him.
Although Muħammad Ålī was keeping a distance from me, I sensed the struggle going inside him.
Often, I found him tossing in bed late in the nights.
Whenever I returned from Durgesh’s room after a prolong session of fucking and sucking, I could feel that Muħammad Ålī was awake waiting for me to return.
Sometime, in the nights, I woke up and found gentle stirring under the covers.
It didn’t take me long to realize that my husband had been whacking his cut Cock .
Perhaps there was some hope.
On one such night, I tried to take advantage of his vulnerability.
When he began whacking his cut Cock, I reached out and placed my hand over his naked belly.
Startled, he jumped off the bed and scurried to the bathroom.
I watched him go in utter frustration.
My heart was broken.
After that, he stopped masturbating in bed.
Instead, he started visiting the bathroom regularly late at night, staying there for long durations.
After every such visit, I found handkerchiefs or small towels among the dirty clothes in the washing machine; each of them with a big dry spot.
Time flew, and I never realized that almost two years had passed since Muħammad Ålī stopped making love to me.
I had resigned to my fate and lost any hope of reviving my marriage again.
However, things took a surprising turn after the month of Ramzān.
Two days after Eid, it was almost ten thirty at night and I was getting ready for bed.
The kids were already asleep.
Muħammad Ålī was sprawled on the bed, eyes closed; he was pretending to be asleep.
Durgesh was not in the house.
He had gone to visit some relatives in a nearby town.
I undid my clothes, vaguely aware that Muħammad Ålī was staring at me with his half-closed eyes.
It was a ritual that I performed almost regularly ever since Muħammad Ålī stopped having sex with me.
I never wasted any chance to let him see me naked or semi-naked, always hoping that one day my husband would start taking interest in me again.
I deliberately stripped to my bra and panties, waited for my husband to savor my semi nude charms.
It was weird.
I was trying to seduce my own husband who seemed to have lost interest in me completely.
Muħammad Ålī kept his eyes closed.
I gave him a glance, and finally put on a loose fitting gown.
I switched off the main light leaving only a small night lamp on.
I was about to slip in bed beside Muħammad Ålī, when he opened his eyes.
I couldn’t believe my ears.
He hadn’t addressed me by Suraiyah Jamāl for almost two years.
I felt my eyes turning wet with happiness.
Muħammad Ålī got off the bed.
He walked close to where I was standing near the foot of the bed.
“Suraiyah Jamāl… sit here.”
I stared at him silently.
He took my hand, and helped me sit on the edge of the bed.
I offered no resistance and settled down.
Muħammad Ålī sat close to me.
“Wanted to ask you something,” he began, then stopped, looking somewhat unsure.
I was suddenly very happy.
My husband had approached me after almost two years.
I suppressed my tears of joy.
“What do you want?”
“I don’t know how to ask you. Are you… do you…?” He fumbled for words, “Actually what I want to know that are you happy with Durgesh?”
I didn’t understand what he meant; I stared at him questioningly.
“I… I mean,” he stammered, “do you like sleeping with him?”
So that was his intention: he wanted to know whether I liked fucking Durgesh.
I wanted to tell him ‘yes’, but knew that it wouldn’t be good to say so.
It was probably not the right time to accept that fact.
“What do you think?” I retorted, feigning little anger, “I’m happy sleeping with him? I sleep with him because I care for you and our kids. You know very well if I don’t do that he’d throw all of us out of this house.”
“I know… I know.” He said awkwardly, feeling little hurt.
I realized that he too was carrying guilt for not being able to protect me from Durgesh.
I felt pity for him, but also realized he was vulnerable at that Moment.
Perhaps I could use this opportunity.
“I did everything for you and the kids.” I gripped his hand, “Do you hate me for that?”
“No,” he replied immediately, “I don’t hate you. I worship you instead for your sacrifice for me and my daughters. I’m indebted and grateful to you.”
“Then why don’t you talk to me? Why don’t you make love to me? Why don’t you act like my husband?”
“Because you’re my Ammījān now.”
I looked at him incredulously,
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Any woman…” he fumbled, “who sleeps with my father got to be my Ammījān only. You can’t be my wife now.”
It was the most preposterous logic I had ever heard in my life.
“And what about the twelve years we spent together as husband and wife?” My voice was suddenly sharp.
I felt tears begin to swell in my eyes. He gawked at me.
“What about our children, do you think Durgesh is their father?”
“No, they’re my kids.” He was on the back foot, “But now I can’t be your husband.”
“Why not?” I rasped loudly, “I’m still your wife. Don’t you love me anymore?”
“I still love you, and I know that you didn’t do it willingly the first time. But now, we can’t live like husband and wife anymore.”
“Because you think that I’m your Ammījān now. Is that why you didn’t fuck me for the last two years?” I dropped all modesty and asked him crudely.
“Yes.” He said slowly.
His eyes went wide with my use of the word ‘fuck’.
I felt exasperated.
It was a strange situation.
My husband was avoiding me because he believed that I was his Ammījān as I had been screwing his Hindu ‘father’.
“No, I hate him for that.” His eyes were suddenly burning with hatred, “I want to kill that Hindu.”
“Why didn’t you kill him then?”
“I don’t know.” He said meekly, “I don’t know. Perhaps I don’t have the courage to do it. But I hate him.”
A thought suddenly occurred to me.
“I’d be happier if you can avenge my humiliation.” I feigned a sarcastic look.
He stared at me and then diverted his gaze. “I… I don’t know… how?” He babbled.
“Yes.” He said painfully.
My heart began to melt.
“How will you do it?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulder, “I know I’m no match for him, in any way.”
The thought that was ticking in the back of my mind grew stronger.
I didn’t know whether he would accept my logic, but I decided to give it a try.
“There’s a way.”
“How?” His eyes were suddenly lit.
“You sure think I’m your Ammījān?” I quizzed him.
“I already told you that.”
“And you hate your Hindu ‘father’ for fucking me, and taking me away from you?”
“Yes,” he spoke with irritation in his voice, “how many times do I have to tell you that?”
“You can take your revenge.” I gave him a mischievous grin.
“How, how?” He asked impatiently.
“By fucking your Ammījān.”
He looked at me clumsily.
“Do to him what he did to you.” I wished that he would take the bait, “He fucked your wife and made her his personal whore. Do the same to him. Take his ‘wife’, me… fuck her… make her your slut.”
He stared at me, silently, lost in his thoughts.
I prayed silently.
After a while, he said contemptuously,
“Sorry, Ammījān!I’m a Musalmān. I’m not a Hindu. I’ve to show my face to Allah. I’ll never do it.”
I stared at him incredulously.
I stared at the Musalmān.
I knew, I’m not his wife anymore.
I’m his Ammījān forever now.
I kissed his forehead,
“You are right, son. Now touch my feet, if you think I’m really your Ammījān.”
He licked my feet and put his head there.
The relationship between us, was changed now forever.
From now on, my Musalmān husband was my son, and I was his Ammījān.
I left the bedroom.
My mother in law greeted me on her bed with Durgesh.
“From now on, all the three of us will sleep in nude, with Durgesh between us.”
I smiled, undressed myself and joined their nude bodies on the bed, now for ever.
The realization dawned on me with a great impact:
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His movements were slow at first probably because of our awkward position, but he soon found his rhythm and began fucking me harder and faster.
I could feel his gigantic Uncut Hindu Prick fucking deeper and deeper into my dripping Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt hole. With every Hindu stroke, it was driving me nuts.
I clasped my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs tightly around his Hindu waist and tried to wiggle my hips, trying to get his raging Uncut Hindu Cock even deeper into my willing Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
His face was buried in my tits. His lips were mercilessly kneading my soft flesh.
Durgesh was groaning loudly with lust,
” Suraiyah Jamāl… what a Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.” He was out of breath with exertion.
He pounded my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy relentlessly.
His lewd words worked to aggravate my longing for his ferocious Uncut Hindu Cock .
I began working my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscles over his Uncut Hindu Cock .
I tried to hold his Uncut Hindu Cock tightly inside by squeezing my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscles.
Durgesh moaned with pleasure.
Both of us had completely forgotten the water that was continuously falling over our burning bodies.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy was dripping profusely under his onslaught.
Over and over, Durgesh fucked his mammoth Uncut Hindu Cock deep into my wet slick Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
My orgasm hit me like a flash of lightening.
“Aahhhhhhhhhhh…” I moaned shamelessly, completely oblivious to the fact that I was actually coming while fucking my father-in-law.
I enjoyed my orgasm with wild abandon.
Durgesh sensed my orgasm.
He began pumping my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy even harder.
“I’m coming… Suraiyah Jamāl… its coming.” Durgesh moaned and fucked his Uncut Hindu Cock all the way into my ravenous Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
He cried loudly as his Uncut Hindu Cock began shooting inside me.
Slowly, the throbbing subsided and his Uncut Hindu Cock began to soften inside me.
My legs were still clenching to his waist.
He rested his face over my tits, desperately trying to control his erratic breathing.
We remained there in that position, trying to catch our breaths.
Then I lowered my leg on the floor.
He got up.
His limp Uncut Hindu Cock slipped out of me.
His Hindu cum oozed out of my freshly fucked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , dribbling along the crack of my ass, mixed with the water pouring from the shower.
The water helped in rinsing a part of our fuck juices from our bodies.
Durgesh gave me a satisfied grin,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā knows Suraiyah Jamāl,” He smiled. “I never fucked a Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt like yours, for quite a long time, darling!”
After so recklessly enjoying a mind blowing fuck with my father-in-law, I suddenly found myself turning red with shame and embarrassment.
Father-in-law helped me in washing my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
He took his time in working his Uncut Hindu Penis up my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and cleansed every drop of cum deposited.
Still, he was not satisfied.
We showered together and only then, he relented and released me.
I hurriedly fled to my room, naked, leaving my drenched clothes lying on the bathroom floor.
I closed the doors from the inside and grabbed a towel.
I looked at my naked reflection in the mirror.
I found myself turning crimson.
I had cheated on my loving Musalmān husband.
I wasn’t fully responsible for the last day’s incident.
However, I couldn’t deny that I had seen it coming, yet didn’t do much to stop it.
Perhaps I should have informed Muħammad Ålī about his father’s overtures much earlier.
Now, it was too late.
The thin line separating my relationship with my father-in-law had been crossed.
The truth was that I had enjoyed it; in fact, I rather waited for it to happen today.
By succumbing to the temptation, I had lost any moral ground that I had before starting my lustful relation with my Hindu father-in-law.
I saw my daughter stirring in her bed. Afraid that she would wake up at any Moment, I dropped the towel, and hurriedly took a new pair of bra and panties from the dresser and slipped them on my body.
I was about to put my salwar and kurta on when there was a knock at the door.
“Who’s there?” Although, I knew who it was.
“Suraiyah Jamāl… open the door,” The horny old Hindu man was again back, “want to show you something.”
“Not yet.” I replied, again feeling a sudden rush of excitement running through my body. “I’m still undressed.”
Immediately, his lecherous laughter resonated from the other side of door,
“Still have something to hide? Please open… I’ve got something for you.”
I thought for a Moment, and then opened the door.
Father-in-law stepped inside.
He was in his usual dress; his upper body bare and a tahmed carelessly wrapped around his waist that did nothing to hide the bulge in front of his crotch. When he saw me standing in only in a bra and panties, his eyes opened wide in admiration, “It’s for you.” He gave me a lewd grin. He brought his hand from behind his back and presented me with a box.
I reached out and took the box in my hand.
I lifted the lid and slowly opened the box.
Nestled in the blue velvety cloth was a beautiful pearl necklace.
He removed it from the box and held it up.
“It’s for you.” He whispered.
“No… I can’t take it.” I refused. “What am I gonna tell Muħammad Ålī.”
“Don’t worry about him.” He handed me the necklace, “Just give him any Cock and bull story… he’ll believe it.”
Durgesh moved behind me, took the necklace from me and slipped it around my neck.
Then he took me in front of the mirror,
“Suraiyah Jamāl… you’re gorgeous.” He spoke as he slipped his arms around my waist.
I felt his Hindu hardness pressing into my back.
His Hindu hand slipped inside my panties, and his hand touched my juicy, swollen Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips and quickly found my clit.
Durgesh began to rub my tiny love-button.
“No… please stop… not anymore.” I resisted, but he didn’t listen to me.
In a flash, he slipped my panties off my legs.
Then he unhooked my bra and dropped it on the floor.
A pair of Hindu hands was working over her hairy Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy from behind.
I had never been in such a position.
I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock poking into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass cheeks. Then I realized that father-in-law had already dropped his tahmed, and he was standing completely naked behind me. Durgesh grabbed me from behind and forced me to bend forward.
“No… not.” I tried to stop him, “What’re you doing?”
Durgesh didn’t listen and pushed me.
I bent forward and grabbed the edge of the dressing table.
Durgesh positioned himself behind me.
I held my breath as his mammoth Hindu manhood touched my glistening Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Durgesh took the Uncut Hindu Cock tip between his thumb and index finger and planted the tip at the opening of my scorching Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I was never fucked from behind before.
Although, Muħammad Ålī and I were aware about many positions of fucking, but we had never given it a try.
It was mostly done in missionary position.
Muħammad Ålī never liked to experiment; and I was too prudish to ask for any such thing.
I waited with bated breath.
“Sorry Suraiyah Jamāl… can’t stop now.” I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock head gently opening my inflamed Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips.
His Uncut Hindu Cock began its journey into my already creaming Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
In one stroke, it was completely buried into me.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh…” Father-in-law cried in excitement as his Uncut Hindu Cock plunged into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
Durgesh began fucking me vigorously.
I waited for a Moment and then began responding to his Hindu strokes.
Durgesh fucked me harder and faster.
I was surprised at his Hindu energy. Only fifteen minutes ago, he had fucked me in the shower, and now his Uncut Hindu Cock was again buried inside from behind and he was pumping my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy like a madman.
I could never recall being fucked by Muħammad Ålī twice in one day.
Probably during the initial years of our marriage, he had fucked me more than once but such occasions were very rare.
I had a sense of exhilaration for being such a turn on for Durgesh.
His Uncut Hindu Cock was moving in and out of my ravenous Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt like a piston.
I began to squirm.
Her face contorted with lust; she was groaning, moaning, begging the old Hindu man to pump her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy harder and harder.
It was entirely a different woman.
Durgesh was groaning with effort.
His Hindu movements were increasing with every passing second.
My whole body reveled with the exquisite feeling.
“Aarhhhhhhhhhhhh…” He moaned loudly as he plunged his Hindu hard on into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
His Uncut Hindu Cock exploded like a massive volcano, releasing a big load of thick fresh Hindu cum deep inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
I felt his jerking within the velvety folds of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and releasing gob after gob of fresh Hindu cum.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy twitched violently around his Uncut Hindu Cock.
I forcibly squeezed my thighs trying to milk his shooting Uncut Hindu Cock.
His Uncut Hindu Cock jerked inside me for the final time, and then his ejaculation stopped.
He withdrew his slick Uncut Hindu Cock out of my Hindu cum filled Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Durgesh slumped over my back, breathing heavily.
I felt his Hindu cum oozing out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and slowly trickling along my inner thighs.
I got up and turned to face him.
I looked at his cum soaked Uncut Hindu Cock that was fast shrinking in size.
He gave me an exultant look.
Lovingly, he put his head over my dripping Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and gently ran his fingers over my slit.
I closed my eyes and reveled in a wanton abandon.
“Suraiyah Jamāl…” Durgesh spoke.
I opened my eyes.
“You should take care of yourself.” He pointed toward my hairy underarms, “Go to a parlor and get this removed.” He gave me warm smile, and went out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.
I staggered to my bed and collapsed over it.
I got back to my senses only when my one year old daughter woke up and began crying.
I suddenly felt ashamed of my nakedness in front of my toddler.
That afternoon, I visited a beauty salon to get a complete makeover.
We never know what life has in store for us. We start doing something that we don’t enjoy, but end up liking it. Something similar happened to me. My amorous relationship with my father-in-law started as a non-consensual one. I hated my father-in-law for taking advantage of my vulnerability. He threatened me and then fucked me against my will. However, once I took his Uncut Hindu Cock into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , I forgot everything.
It was a strange kind of love-hate relationship. I still hated him secretly for what he did to me, yet I longed to feel his Uncut Hindu Cock fucking into my horny Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
There were brief spells of righteousness, when I thought that I should stop screwing Durgesh.
But they were short-lived.
Durgesh successfully thwarted any such attempt.
Durgesh cajoled me, brought me new gifts and if that didn’t work then he threatened me; he did everything to get inside my panties.
And he succeeded every time.
I was aware that I had been cheating on my faithful Musalmān husband.
It always kept nagging in the back of my head.
In Moments of solitude, I always felt overwhelmed by a deep sense of remorse.
Yet, I couldn’t resist the carnal pleasure that I enjoyed in the company of Durgesh.
After many years of marriage, I began caring for my looks.
I started dressing nicely, and enjoying the frequent gifts Durgesh had been bestowing upon me.
I was sure Muħammad Ålī must have noticed those changes.
He appeared surprised at times, but he never mentioned it.
Durgesh was an extremely horny old stud.
He fucked me everywhere in the house; on his bed, on my bed, on the dining table, in the shower, even in the open courtyard.
I can’t recall if there were anywhere left in the house where we didn’t fuck.
Once I lost my reservations, I began to explore every facet of lovemaking with Durgesh.
I did many things with him which I could never have dreamt of doing with Muħammad Ålī.
I began watching porn movies with Durgesh.
I found it repulsive initially, but later I started enjoying it.
Often, when we were alone at home, we watched movies together.
Then he would fuck me in the various styles shown in the movies.
I loved the way he kissed my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
Durgesh was an ardent Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt kisser.
Every time he went down on me, he drove me crazy with pleasure.
One day, he asked me to suck his Uncut Hindu Cock.
I was reluctant at first.
After some coercion, I agreed with a condition that he would not cum in my mouth.
He kept his promise but when he was about to shoot, I invited him to shoot into my mouth, changing my mind suddenly.
I found it highly erotic.
Slowly, I began enjoying taking his Uncut Hindu Cock in my mouth and sucking him hard.
I was also aware that it would be very difficult to keep our relationship secret for a very long time.
One day Muħammad Ålī would come to learn about it.
And it finally happened.
It was an early October cool morning.
My affair with Durgesh had already entered its third month.
The housemaid finished her daily chores; I quickly walked her to the door.
I had already fed Shama, and she was fast asleep.
As I locked the front door, Durgesh was already behind me clad in only his trademark tahmed.
He grabbed me.
By the time we reached my bedroom, I was completely naked.
My clothes were lying carelessly in the corridor from the front door, all the way to my room.
Durgesh pushed me onto the bed.
He undid his tahmed and dropped it on the floor.
He hurriedly got between my legs.
In a Moment, he was between my legs, with his face first buried between my thighs and then his hungry Uncut Hindu Penis lashing over my already dripping Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He fucked my horny Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy to an orgasm.
My body was writhing with lust.
I was dying to feel his massive Uncut Hindu Cock plundering my ravenous Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy, more and more .
He didn’t attempt to slide it inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy ; he just continued rubbing it over my slit.
“Fuck me.” I said irritably, gyrating my inflamed Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips over his Uncut Hindu Cock head, “Don’t make me wait.”
“Okay.” He leered still running his Uncut Hindu Cock head along my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt slit.
“Please!” I wriggled my ass trying to get his Uncut Hindu Cock inside me.
“Really? You want it?” he teased me.
“Yes, please don’t tease me,” I begged, “fuck me hard.”
“As you wish my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān love, here it comes.” Finally, Durgesh relented and eased the fat head of his Uncut Hindu Cock into the entrance of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt. He then stopped again!
“Fuck me!” I cried like a slut, lifting my ass off the bed.
Durgesh laughed triumphantly, gripped my trembling legs and lunged.
His Uncut Hindu Cock pierced my spongy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!” I moaned as I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock moving deep inside me.
My head snapped back.
I reveled in the feeling of his massive Uncut Hindu Cock resting inside my scalding Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Father-in-law moved his hips, gently eased his Uncut Hindu Cock from my hungry Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt until only the Uncut Hindu Cock head was still inside.
Then he forced it back into my eager Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , causing me to moan with ecstasy.
A thundering spasm rippled through my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy each time his Uncut Hindu Cock plunged in. My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy began dripping profusely with his lustful strokes.
“Like it?” Durgesh asked as he pumped his Uncut Hindu Cock in my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
“Ahh… ahhh… yes… Meri Jān! Mere Hindu Piyā! Durgesh!… yes… aahhh…” I murmured between my moans of ecstasy.
Durgesh drove in his Uncut Hindu Cock with a massive thrust.
“Ahhhhh… ahhhhh!” I wailed in extreme pleasure.
The room was filled with lovely sounds as his Uncut Hindu Cock mercilessly plundered my drooling Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
He had started panting with the effort.
I moaned loudly as my second orgasm hit me like a lightning.
I bucked my hips up to receive his deep Hindu thrusts.
My body went rigid with my orgasm.
Durgesh didn’t stop pumping.
He fucked me even harder.
His Uncut Hindu Cock sloshed into my dripping Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy like a piston, with every in-stroke forcing a fresh spasm of pleasure in my body.
“Ohhhh… it’s coming Suraiyah Jamāl… it’s coming.” Durgesh was fast approaching his own orgasm.
I could sense his Uncut Hindu Cock starting to swell inside me.
His Uncut Hindu Cock jerked inside me releasing a fresh load of his hot Hindu juice.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed his hot Hindu juice flooding my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
A long shrilly sound suddenly filled the silence of the house.
We stopped in stunned silence, completely oblivious of what was happening.
Then he realized it first.
“Shit! Someone’s at the door.” Durgesh exclaimed.
Someone was pressing the doorbell.
Surprisingly calm, Durgesh immediately rolled off me.
His throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock popped out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Still squirting, it jerked violently and deposited a few more drop over my dark wet bush.
Durgesh jumped off the bed, grabbed his tahmed from the floor.
“Check who’s there Suraiyah Jamāl.” He whispered and rushed out of my bedroom.
I quickly got off the bed, picked my clothes spread all over the corridor and then quickly dressed.
There was no time to clean my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I just pulled my panties on.
I glanced at myself in the mirror to make sure that I looked presentable, and I went over to the front door.
The bell rang again, this time for a much longer duration.
“Who’s there?” I asked trying to control my erratic breathing.
My heart leaped to my throat.
My husband was standing on the other side of the door.
I opened the door immediately.
“Where were you?” He looked at me questioningly.
“I was sleeping.” In my rush, I couldn’t think of a better reply.
“At this hour?” He frowned. “Where’s Dad?”
“Don’t know; might be sleeping as well.”
“Strange… everyone is sleeping.” He babbled to himself; suddenly he stared at me, “What happened to you? You don’t look fine.”
Color drained from my face.
“Nothing…” I stammered, not knowing what else to say.
He said nothing, and went into the bedroom.
I followed him hurriedly, silently praying.
He went near the bed and turned toward me.
I saw his nostrils flaring.
I shouldn’t have let him in.
He must have smelled the fresh fragrance of Hindu cum that permeated the air.
My eyes glanced over the bed; in my hurry, I had forgotten to adjust the bed cover.
It was a complete mess; the bed cover was completely crumpled.
There was a small wet spot on the sheets, almost an inch in diameter.
For a Moment, I felt that my heart would stop beating.
I moved to the bed quickly and sat so my body hid the spot from Muħammad Ålī’s view.
Muħammad Ålī looked at me, suspiciously.
“Who’s here Suraiyah?” All of a sudden, father-in-law asked from outside my door.
Muħammad Ålī’s attention was immediately diverted toward him.
Father-in-law is a shrewd man.
He didn’t enter my room.
Muħammad Ålī went out to talk to him.
I took a deep sigh of relief.
Quickly adjusted the bed sheets and covered the wet spot with a pillow.
Then I sat on bed and prayed that Muħammad Ålī wouldn’t decide to stay back.
Muħammad Ålī talked with his father about some matter regarding the shop.
He finally took instructions from father-in-law and then came inside after few minutes.
“I’m going with Dad.” He informed me. “Lock the door.”
As my husband and his father went out together, I quickly locked the door from inside, came back to my room and collapsed on the bed.
I just had a very narrow escape.
I was lucky that Muħammad Ålī didn’t notice the wet spot on the bed.
I realized that I would have to be very careful in the future.
Durgesh and Muħammad Ålī returned together late in the night.
During dinner, Muħammad Ålī appeared lost in his thoughts.
After dinner, he immediately went to our bedroom.
I finished all routine work and went to the room around ten.
Muħammad Ålī was still awake.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed.
I stared at him and immediately realized that something was terribly wrong.
“Come here.” He said to me solemnly.
Mortified, I sat beside him.
He looked me straight in the eyes,
“What’s going on between you and Dad?”
I had never expected that he would ask so bluntly.
All color drained from my face.
My whole body shivered with fear.
“Nothing…nothing.” I stammered.
“Don’t lie to me; what were you doing in the morning?”
I stared at him with frightened eyes.
Nothing came out of my mouth.
“I want an answer.” His voice was sharp.
“I…I…don’t know what you’re talking about.” I didn’t know what to say.
A morbid fear gripped my heart.
Deep inside, I had a hunch that my secret was no longer secret.
“Should I tell you?” He retorted.
I tried to speak, but nothing came out of my throat.
I knew my guilt feeling was correct.
“Okay tell me,” his eyes were suddenly burning with anger, “Since when it’s been going on?”
“What… I don’t understand… what you mean?” I wasn’t yet ready to accept my infidelity.
“Do you think I’m an asshole?” he roared, “I saw it last night… Durgesh was pinching your ass in the kitchen.”
I thought I would faint.
“And you were laughing.” He finished. His eyes never stopped looking at me.
I cursed my father-in-law.
Yesterday, while I was cooking dinner, he sneaked into the kitchen. Muħammad Ålī and the kids were in my room at the time. Finding me alone, he put his hands over my ass and squeezed my cheeks.
I had immediately removed his hands and warned him.
But, I didn’t know that it was also seen by Muħammad Ålī.
“What was happening today?” He asked again. “He was fucking you… am I right?”
Tears welled in my eyes.
I knew that it was useless to pretend anymore.
I told him everything, from the very beginning.
How his father threatened me and forced me to sleep with him.
Muħammad Ålī listened silently.
I could see his anger growing in his eyes.
Finally, he rose from the bed.
His eyes were burning with anger and hatred. He walked over to the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked anxiously.
He didn’t reply and went out of the room.
I hurriedly went to the door and watched him going toward his father’s room.
I didn’t have the courage to follow him, so I shut the door and sat behind it praying silently, tears streaming down my face.
For the next half hour, I heard the shouts and sharp voices emanating from father-in-law’s room.
I could hear Muħammad Ålī shouting at his father, and his father was replying with equal tenacity.
Slowly, father-in-law’s voice became stronger and stronger. Muħammad Ålī’s voice almost ceased to exist.
Finally, everything fell silent.
I heard the door open.
I quickly moved to my bed.
Muħammad Ålī came in.
His face was pale like a ghost’s.
He stared at me for a Moment and turned his gaze.
I could see defeat in his eyes.
I felt hurt.
Although I had been cheating on him, I still loved him.
He was my first love.
However, I didn’t have the courage to ask about what happened in his father’s room.
Muħammad Ålī avoided my gaze.
He silently got on the bed, moved to near where Rehaana and Shama were sleeping.
He lay beside them and pulled the covers to hide his face.
My husband had again failed to stand up to his father.
I turned off the lights and tried to sleep.
I couldn’t sleep that night.
In the morning, Muħammad Ålī got up early and went to the shop without eating his breakfast.
He didn’t even talk to me.
Father-in-law was again leering at the kitchen door.
The memories of last night were still alive in my mind.
He looked unfazed despite everything. He barged into the kitchen and grabbed my waist.
“No…” I said angrily trying to get free from his clutches. “Not today…”
“Why? Now there’s nothing to be afraid of.” He said happily, forcing his hand between my thighs and caressing my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
I recoiled back, trying to avoid his pressing palm into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
“I’ve explained everything to Muħammad Ålī. He won’t trouble you now. Now you can enjoy without any fear.”
Durgesh forced his hand inside my salwaar; pulled the cord and undid it.
Then he let it fall of the floor.
“No… No… I can’t.” I cried again fumbling in his hands.
“Come on darling, now I can fuck you openly.” Durgesh said hoarsely as his hands pushed my panties down my thighs.
He forced me to bend forward a little and pushed his hand between my naked thighs from behind feeling my trimmed Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I squirmed as his Uncut Hindu Penis entered my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
He began to move his Uncut Hindu Penis in and out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I thought about Muħammad Ålī; the way he looked after returning from his father’s room.
I felt pity for him.
Durgesh began fucking at a harder pace.
A wave of lust began to descend upon me.
I could feel my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy starting to flow.
The thought of Muħammad Ålī disappeared from my mind as I began to moan under his manipulation.
Durgesh smiled sensing my arousal.
He withdrew his Uncut Hindu Penis from my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
He dragged me with him to the veranda; near the dining table.
He undid my kameez and bra and made me completely naked.
He lifted me in his hands.
My ass gently touched the edge of the dining table as he lowered me on it.
I leaned back slightly, causing my tits to jut up.
Durgesh bent his head and eagerly began to kiss my tits.
I closed my eyes and moaned loudly.
I had completely forgotten about my husband and eagerly enjoyed Durgesh’s lips over my tits.
He sucked my nipples, alternating between them, driving me crazy with lust.
I wriggled my ass over the table.
I bit my lips to keep from screaming with pleasure, sucking his great Uncut Hindu Penis.
Durgesh lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders to get a better access to my dripping Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I shoved my face deep into Durgesh.
I shuddered with pleasure, arching my body a little more.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt violently throbbed around his Uncut Hindu Penis.
He removed his Uncut Hindu Penis out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and stood up.
He grabbed my ass pulling me to the very edge of the table.
He grabbed the bulbous head of his Uncut Hindu Cock and guided it to my dripping opening.
He lunged forward and forced his massive Uncut Hindu Cock deep inside me.
I squealed with pleasure burying my face into his shoulder.
Durgesh grabbed my ass firmly and started fucking me.
His hips were moving as fast as he could move them.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was on fire, with every massive Hindu thrust making me even hornier, demanding more and more.
Over and over, Durgesh pumped his Uncut Hindu Cock into my inflamed Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
Beads of perspiration began to trickle down his neck, yet he continued ramming his Uncut Hindu Cock into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy ever faster. Harder and harder, He fucked me with all his Hindu might.
As his orgasm neared, Durgesh even furthered his humping.
He was groaning and grunting incoherently.
Finally, he bucked his ass muscles, forced his Uncut Hindu Cock deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and began to plant his Hindu seed once again into me.
I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock throb and throb inside me and gob after gob of his Hindu cum inundated my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I dug my nails into his back and clutched his waist between my legs to hold every drop of his Hindu semen.
Father-in-law buried his sweat covered-face between my tits as he tried to catch his erratic breath.
His Uncut Hindu Cock ceased spurting but it remained buried inside me.
Finally, he straightened up, and pulled his Uncut Hindu Cock from my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , slick with his own Hindu cum and my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy juice.
Durgesh left me in a dazed state as he moved back.
His fuck cream began to seep out of my freshly fucked Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I slipped off the table and stood by it.
Durgesh took his tahmed from the chair, and I stared as his cum slick flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock disappeared behind the veil of his tahmed.
His fuck cream was still oozing out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
Father-in-law pointed at the puddle of cum on the table that had oozed out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
“Don’t forget to clean that.” He smiled with satisfaction.
I looked at him with delirious eyes but said nothing.
He went back to his room.
I stood near the table, looking at his back.
Slowly, I got back to my senses.
The handsome face of my husband again appeared before my eyes.
A deep sense of self loathing began to descend upon me as I began to dress.
Muħammad Ålī arrived late in the night.
When I served him dinner, he ate silently.
After dinner, he went to the bedroom immediately.
I stayed in the kitchen, finished my work, and went to the room very late.
Muħammad Ålī was lying on the bed, his face hidden under the covers.
I locked the room and was about to switch off the lights when there was a knock on the door.
“Muħammad Ålī…” Durgesh called from the other side of the door.
Muħammad Ålī lifted the covers off his face and looked at the door but didn’t reply.
“Muħammad Ålī…” Durgesh called again.
He stared at me, but remained silent.
I stared at him not knowing whether to respond to Durgesh ’s call or not.
An unusual silence filled the room.
I didn’t know why his Hindu father was calling him at such late hour, yet my heartbeat began to quicken.
“Send Suraiyah Jamāl to my room.” Father-in-law shouted from behind the door, “I need a massage.”
Stunned, I looked at my husband.
He was also staring at me, still motionless.
It was a strange request; no, it was not a request; it was an order.
My father-in-law was asking my husband to send me to his room.
I hadn’t any doubt that my husband understood very well what kind of massage his father wanted from me.
“I… I can’t come.” I stammered looking at my husband.
“Muħammad Ålī…” Father-in-law shouted again, this time little louder.
“Go…” Muħammad Ålī said.
“What did you say?” I looked at him, completely taken aback by his words.
“I said, ‘go’.” He said angrily, and turned his back towards me.
I stared at his back in disbelief.
“Suraiyah Jamāl… are you coming?” Durgesh spoke again from behind the door, “I’m waiting in my room.”
He must have heard what Muħammad Ålī had just said.
I thought for a Moment, and then looked back at my husband.
He was lying with his back towards me.
He didn’t have anything to say.
“I’ll be there in a minute.” was all I could utter.
I heard his footstep as he moved away from the door.
Again, I turned back, and stared at my Musalmān husband.
His face was now hidden under the covers.
In a daze, I opened the door and went out.
Durgesh was standing at his door waiting for me.
He smiled and gestured to come to his room and he went inside.
I closed my bedroom’s door gently, crossed the open courtyard to his room.
I pushed the curtains and looked inside.
Durgesh was sprawled on his bed, stark naked, playing with his Uncut Hindu dick.
His lips were spread in a lecherous smile.
“Come on Suraiyah Jamāl, take off your clothes and join me.” He winked at me, “We’ll massage each other the entire night.”
I watched him incredulously.
I was still unable to believe what was happening.
“I… I…” I didn’t know how to ask him.
My mind was perplexed with the course of events,
“What is this?”
Father-in-law gave me a lecherous grin,
“I told you in the morning… Muħammad Ålī will never stop you now. I’ve explained everything to him.”
I stared at him incredulously.
Screwing father-in-law was somewhat okay when Muħammad Ålī was not home.
I had been doing it for the last three months.
But now, my husband was lying wide awake in our bedroom; how could I do it?
“Hurry up.” Durgesh turned on the bed, impatiently.
“But… I… I…” I stammered, not knowing what to say.
“Stop worrying; Muħammad Ålī won’t disturb us.” He gave me a winning smile.
He knew what he was talking about. His fist moved rigorously over the length of his Uncut Hindu Cock,
“Lock the door and come here. I’m gonna fuck you this whole night.”
I stared at him, and then looked back toward my room with its doors partially closed.
I looked back to my Hindu father-in-law.
He smiled and gestured with his eyes to join him on the bed.
I took a deep breath, closed the door, and began to strip.
Durgesh watched me all the while stroking his massive Uncut Hindu Cock .
When completely naked, I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge.
I wrapped my fingers around the girth of his Uncut Hindu Cock , letting my hand move up and down along his Hindu hard on.
“Suck me Suraiyah Jamāl…” Durgesh shifted on the bed making room for me.
I climbed on and settled beside him, my hand still gripping his Uncut Hindu Cock.
I got on all fours and brought my head to his Uncut Hindu Cock.
I stuck out my tongue and flicked at the droplet of precum oozing from the tiny hole.
Durgesh squealed with delight.
I stopped sucking and looked into his eyes.
“I still can’t believe…”
“Muħammad Ålī himself told me to come here.” I flicked my tongue over the tiny pee hole.
“I told you he won’t stop you.” He said triumphantly.
I lowered my head and took the bloated head of his Uncut Hindu Cock between my lips.
His finger poked into my sphincter.
“He knows that I’m the boss here.”
I ran my tongue over his Uncut Hindu Cock head, and I felt it twitch.
“Now you’re my whore Suraiyah Jamāl; now I can fuck you anytime.” Durgesh was smiling.
“Even in the front of Muħammad Ålī.”
He pushed his index finger deep into my sphincter making me whimper with a mild pain.
He forced his finger up to his knuckle and started finger fucking my ass.
It was a completely new feeling.
He had touched me there before, but never inserted his finger into my anus.
By now, I had his Uncut Hindu Cock in my mouth and was deeply sucking on it.
Durgesh groaned with pleasure.
I sucked the swollen crown and then started licking along the length of his pulsating Hindu shaft.
I could feel my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy heating up, and my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt juices began to flow.
Any thought of my own Musalmān husband, wide awake in my bedroom, evaporated from my mind.
All I was aware of was a mammoth Hindu hardness so lovingly trapped between my soft Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips, a thick index finger moving in and out of my ass, and a growing itch between my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips.
My tongue was licking the base of his Uncut Hindu Cock , slowly licking the thick bush at the joint and the heavy sack dangling beneath.
Finally, I took one of his balls between my lips and sucked it hard.
Durgesh groaned and writhed on the bed with rapture.
“Suraiyah Jamāl uuuuuuuuuuuu… ahhhhhhhhhh…”
He placed his hand over my head and forced it into his Hindu crotch.
He pulled his finger out of my anus. Then he grabbed my waist and pulled it towards his face.
“Suraiyah Jamāl, get on top of me.” He groaned heavily.
I didn’t exactly understand what he wanted and stopped sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock .
He reached for my legs and helped me settle my lower body over his face.
Now my face was directly over his Uncut Hindu Cock , and my dripping Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was above his face.
Durgesh caressed my full ass with his fingers, and then explored my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He grabbed my ass and pulled my hips down.
He kissed my inner thighs gently.
Finally, he planted a deep kiss directly on the fat lips of my creamy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
The head of his Uncut Hindu Cock touched my throat, and for a Moment I was afraid that I might gag.
I eased it out a little and sucked it hard.
Anyway, later, my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt would take his complete length with much ease; I thought with relief.
I began humping my hips up and down.
I forgot what I had been doing and enjoyed the new feeling… so terrific it was almost mind-boggling.
I lowered my head and resumed sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock more fervently.
Durgesh was gyrating his hips below me.
He began pumping his Uncut Hindu Cock into my mouth as if fucking a Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I knew if he continued like that, I wouldn’t be able to stop my climax.
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
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18. Saamved: Mantr 1
The Punishment to my enemy
An unwanted affair
Ammījān and her son 2
The next morning was hectic as usual.
I helped my kids get ready for school, cooked and packed their Tiffin’s, and saw them off when the school bus arrived. By that time, Muħammad Ålī was also ready.
He hurriedly ate his breakfast, and went out.
Father-in-law didn’t join us for breakfast.
He came out of his room much later. His eyes were red.
What was he doing last night? Was he fucking Muħammad Ålī’s Ammījān with his Uncut Hindu Cock while thinking about me?
My face turned crimson at the thought.
I cursed myself.
Why was I thinking such evil thoughts?
I must be losing my mind.
Father-in-law ate his breakfast silently.
After that, he immediately retired to his room.
The housemaid arrived little late that day.
I gave her instructions and she began mopping the floor.
I casually talked with her.
I kept glancing in the direction of my father-in-law’s room.
The doors were shut.
The housemaid finished her work and left.
I locked the front door and went back to the kitchen.
About fifteen minutes later, I heard his door open.
Father-in-law came out of his room. He was in his tahmed with a towel hanging over his shoulder.
He crossed the open courtyard and walked toward the common bath.
I avoided looking at him directly, I watched him go into the bathroom from the corner of my eyes.
For a Moment, yesterday’s event became alive before my eyes.
I shrugged my head trying to fend off the thought.
In a short while, I heard the sound of water.
Father-in-law was taking his shower. He took his shower and then silently went back to his room.
Relaxed, I got myself busy with my daily chores.
After about fifteen minutes, I heard him calling my name,
“Yes?” I replied unwillingly.
“Can you come over here?”
“No. Tell me what you want.” I shouted in a loud irritated voice.
He didn’t reply, instead he came out of his room and walked directly into the kitchen,
“I want to talk to you.”
“I don’t.” I was suddenly angry.
“Don’t be angry; we can talk this out.”
“I told you that I don’t want to talk to you.” I retorted in anger, “Get out.”
His face turned red with anger.
He was about to burst, but he controlled himself,
“Listen… Suraiyah… don’t be angry.”
“Get out of here.” I shouted at the top of my voice, “I haven’t told Muħammad Ålī anything yet, but if you don’t leave now, I’ll tell him today.”
His face dropped a little.
He stared at me.
“Get out.” I yelled again, feeling more confident, “Get out.”
His expressions changed suddenly.
His eyes became bloodshot with rage,
“You bitch.” He fumed, “No one talk to me like this in my house.”
Taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, I moved backward.
He lunged at me.
I tried to dodge him, but he was fast.
He grabbed my arm.
“What’re you doing? Let me go.” I cried, struggling to get free from his grip.
I tried to break his grip, unsuccessfully.
He took me to his room and dropped me on his bed.
“Now slut, what were you saying?” Tears of humiliation swelled in my eyes.
“What do you want?”
“To fuck you.” He gave me a lewd grin.
I was stunned that such crude words were coming from the mouth of my ‘father-in-law’.
“No, please let me go.” I tried to get off his bed; but he grabbed me again and pushed me back on his bed.
“I… I… will tell Muħammad Ålī.” As a final resort, I tried to threaten him hoping that it would work.
It made him even angrier,
“Listen you slut,” his voice suddenly filled with menacing tone, “Do you really think Muħammad Ålī can save you from me?”
I gave him a terrified look; nothing came out of my lips.
“Don’t have any misgivings… I can kick you all out of my house… right now. What would he do then?”
A morbid fear began to grip me.
“Muħammad Ålī’s good for nothing, you know that; you know it very well.” Father-in-law chewed every word he spoke, “If I kick you out, do you think he’ll be able to look after you?”
Tears began to stream down my cheeks,
“Please let me go, I’m like your daughter.” I pleaded.
“I can’t have any daughter, you slut,” his eyes were burning with an unfathomable lust, “I don’t have X Chromosomes even. You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about you, from the day I first saw you naked.”
I stared at his lust filled face.
I didn’t know what he was talking about.
When did he see me nude?
I couldn’t recall.
“Listen… Suraiyah…” His voice was suddenly softer, “Just give me what I want. I’ll give you everything you need.”
“No, I can’t.” I sobbed, “Please let me go.” Deep in my heart, I was aware that he was probably correct.
With his delicate disposition, I doubted that he would be able to look after us if thrown out of his father’s house.
I dared not think what would happen if I had to move out of the house.
He sensed my resignation,
“What’s your decision?”
“What do you want?” I gave him a resigned look.
His lips spread in a leering smile,
“Still pretending… bitch.” He pushed me back on the bed.
He brought his hand between my legs.
He fumbled to locate the cord of my salwar and when he found it, he undid it.
He then grabbed the cloth and pushed it off my thighs.
“No… please don’t.” I cried in shame.
I closed my eyes in utter shame.
Tears rolled out of eyes and disappeared into my hair.
He pulled the salwar off my leg and tossed it aside.
I felt it groping at my knickers. Without waiting, he pulled them off too.
Durgesh then lifted the hem of my kurta and exposed my naked Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I opened my eyes for a fraction of second.
His bulging eyes were glued to my exposed Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He was slowly wetting his lips with his tongue.
My face turned red with utmost shame and disgust.
I had never been so lecherously exposed even to my husband in my ten years of married life.
We fucked mostly with all the lights off.
Muħammad Ålī liked it that way and I never thought beyond that.
I couldn’t recollect many occasions when Muħammad Ålī had seen me completely naked.
I was lying on my father-in-law’s bed with my lower half completely bare, my father-in-law lustily gazing at my hairy Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He had taken his Uncut Hindu Cock out of his tahmed and was stroking it with his left hand.
My heart was beating like a drum.
I crossed my legs in a vain attempt to hide my hairy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt from his lecherous Hindu gaze.
He watched this with an amazed look in his eyes.
His left hand still stroking his Uncut Hindu Cock , he undid his tahmed.
It fell on the floor.
I closed my eyes again.
I felt his hand roaming over my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy slowly.
He forced my legs apart and spread them wide.
Then his fingers touched my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He spread my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips.
“Come on… enjoy it, Suraiyah!”
“I’m sure you’re not getting it for the first time.” He whispered in my ear and then laughed lecherously.
His fingers continued rummaging through my bushy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt,
“Oh… Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā … what a Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy !” He muttered to himself.
He withdrew his hand from my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and positioned himself between my wide spread legs.
He took his Uncut Hindu Cock in his fist and began running the inflated head over my slit.
My mind began to revolt again.
This place was reserved only for my beloved Musalmān husband, and now it was being violated so wantonly by none other than his own Hindu ‘father’.
“No!” I tried to push him back.
He laughed like a maniac and grabbed me again, pinning me on the bed.
I continued struggling but soon realized that I was no match for his brutal Hindu strength.
I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock head nudging between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy lips.
Durgesh leaned forward, brought my both hands together over my head and grabbed them with his right hand.
His left hand was now free.
His powerful Hindu legs pressed my struggling Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān legs relentlessly, stifling my resistance. With his free hand, he gripped his Uncut Hindu Cock , and placed the tip at the entrance of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I felt my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy lips spread to accommodate the intruding Hindu organ.
He pushed forward.
His Uncut Hindu Cock entered mercilessly inside my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
His Uncut Hindu Cock must be too much thicker than Muħammad Ålī’s tool. The pain caused my eyes to open.
I found his face just above mine, staring into my eyes.
When he found me looking in his eyes, he smiled lewdly and gave a massive thrust.
His mammoth Hindu hardness tore into me.
“No… please,” I wailed with pain, “please take it out… it’s hurting.”
Durgesh laughed triumphantly, happy for his prized win,
“Stop crying, it’s already in dear.”
He bent his head and kissed me.
Then he withdrew his Uncut Hindu Cock until only the tip remained inside.
The pain eased a little.
I yelled again.
“Aah… Suraiyah darling… what a tight Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.” He gave me a lecherous grin.
Realizing that he would not listen to my cries; I resigned myself to my fate.
Durgesh fucked me harder and harder.
Slowly the pain began to ease off; my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt got adjusted to his savage Hindu thrusting.
His rough thrusting Uncut Hindu Cock tickled some unknown nerves and my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy began to lubricate.
Durgesh had a kind of strange raw animal energy, which I had never felt before with Muħammad Ålī.
He was groaning and panting with effort.
His face and body were covered with perspiration.
Yet, he showed no sign of relenting.
Durgesh continued fucking my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy, with every stroke, his humping got more and more ferocious.
He fucked me non stop all the rest of the day and night continuously.
I felt it was my real golden night.
Muħammad Ålī was a child in sex as compared with Durgesh.
Finally, Durgesh cried loudly, and plunged his Uncut Hindu Cock all the way inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock swell inside me, jerk violently and spurt his hot molten Hindu seed inside the soft folds of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
It felt like a hot geyser opening inside me, inundating my soft enclave.
Completely spent, Durgesh slumped over me; his face pressed between my breasts which were still hidden beneath the kurta.
He was panting with the effort.
Surprisingly, I could also hear my own heavy breathing.
His Uncut Hindu Cock began to deflate inside me, but he made no attempt to take it out.
When he didn’t try to move away, I pushed him back.
Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock came out with a loud plop sound.
His thick Uncut Hindu Cock juice that was ’till now trapped inside, began to ooze out of my hairy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
Durgesh collapsed on me.
I got off his bed hurriedly.
He looked at me with half opened eyes; did nothing to stop me.
I picked up my salwar and knickers from the floor.
Before coming out of his room, I turned back and looked at him.
His eyes were open, and he wore a lazy look.
His lips were spread in a winning smile as he watched me go out.
I entered my bedroom and rushed to the bathroom.
Quickly, I undressed by removing my kurta and bra.
I realized that my body was still trembling.
In a matter of minutes, my whole world had changed.
I had been raped by my husband’s Hindu ‘father’.
I didn’t know how I would face Muħammad Ålī tonight.
What would I tell him?
Could I tell him what his father did to me?
I sat on the bathroom floor, folded my leg close to my thighs and rested my head over my knees.
Tears began to streak down my eyes.
I knew that I could not tell Muħammad Ålī of what had happened with me.
I should have told him on the first occasion itself.
I cursed myself.
Now he wouldn’t take the news easily.
Although he loved me but he would not accept me for fucking his father.
No… I wouldn’t tell him.
I don’t know how long I stayed there.
Finally, I got up, and wiped my face clearing the tears from my eyes.
I washed my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, then opened the bathroom door and came out.
Father-in-law was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the bathroom.
His legs were wide open, and he was sporting another massive erection.
In my rush, I had forgotten to lock my room’s door.
“You shouldn’t have left,” Durgesh smiled lecherously, “I still need you.”
Frozen with shock, I stared at him incredulously.
“Look,” he pointed toward his hard on, “He’s still hungry.”
“No… Not again.” I mumbled, “Please get out.”
He didn’t listen to me; rose from his position and came near to me.
“No… No…” I resisted.
Durgesh pushed me on the bed.
“I’ll tell Muħammad Ålī.” I said meekly.
“No… won’t.” He began stroking his already rigid Uncut Hindu Cock , “You tell Muħammad Ålī… and I’ll throw you out.”
I looked at him like a terrified kitten. Father-in-law sat on the edge,
“You’ll like it Suraiyah darling… believe me…you’ll like it.” His voice was suddenly soft, “I’ll make you very happy.”
“No… I can’t do it… please.” I made a meek effort to stop him.
“No but…” He gently brushed his hand over my wet bush. “Muħammad Ålī will never know about it… I promise you.”
I didn’t know whether to believe him or not.
Father-in-law began rubbing my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I squeezed my thighs.
I was sure that his poking Uncut Hindu Penis must have sensed the twitching in my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
My face turned red.
I closed my eyes with shame.
I opened my eyes and stared at him.
He put his hand over my thigh and pushed.
As if, my body accepted his command, my knees fell apart, allowing him full view of my wet Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy . Durgesh lustily gazed at my hairy slit while licking his lips.
With his free hand, he started stroking his bulging Uncut Hindu Cock.
His fingers massaged around my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips and clit; my body began to buck with pleasure.
The copious secretion from my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt began to ooze out, slowly seeping down to my puckered hole.
I wanted to stop him… wanted to move his hand off my clit.
I realized if he kept rubbing my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt like that, I would succumb to the pleasure and nothing would stop me from cumming.
I was slowly losing my self- control; my body responding more eagerly to his manipulations.
‘Get off you scum’ — I wanted to scream.
I opened my lips. All that came out was a loud whimper. “Ahhhhhhh…” I gave a long moan, my body became tense; my body reeled with a mind blowing orgasm.
I squeezed my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt around his Uncut Hindu Penis tightly and went into total spasm.
Durgesh groaned happily.
Immediately, he withdrew his Uncut Hindu Penis and moved to between my legs.
He positioned himself and grabbed his Uncut Hindu Cock again in his fist.
I was mesmerized by the purple-colored, bloated Uncut Hindu Cock -head which had a tiny drop of pre-cum at the tip.
Again, a silent battle ensued between my mind and body.
It stayed motionless… with fear or lust, I didn’t know.
His Uncut Hindu Cock nudged between my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips.
Durgesh slowly pushed his Uncut Hindu Cock into me.
“No…” I cried; but my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt readily accepted the intruding Hindu organ.
I felt a gentle twinge, a faint memory of our previous fuck, as his Uncut Hindu Cock moved inside my slippery canal.
His Uncut Hindu Cock was completely buried in me with one smooth push.
Durgesh smiled happily, looking at me with his lust filled eyes,
“You like it darling… you like it.” He began fucking me again with long Hindu strokes.
I lay beneath him silently, receiving his gigantic Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
My own response was completely different from the first time.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was responding very eagerly.
“Suraiyah…” Durgesh spoke hoarsely.
“You like my Uncut Hindu Cock inside your Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt… don’t you.”
“No… ahhh… ahhh…” My mind was reeling with pleasure, but I was not ready to accept it yet.
He was my rapist.
I didn’t do it willingly; he forced me to do it.
Grabbing my legs, he lifted them high in the air, and began fucking me harder.
In and out, in and out… his massive Uncut Hindu Cock bore into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , making it beg for more.
I didn’t realize when I started moaning.
Durgesh pumped harder and harder.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy clutched tightly around his Hindu shaft.
Durgesh was panting with the effort.
I thirstily waited for him to erupt inside me again.
48 hours later, he reached his climax.
I could not believe.
Yet, it was true.
Durgesh rammed his Uncut Hindu Cock inside for the final time.
His spitting Uncut Hindu Cock pumped hot Hindu cum deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
It drove me over the edge.
I dug my fingers into the material of bed sheet to prevent me fainting with rapture.
He emptied his balls deep, then slowly got off me.
His Hindu cum began to ooze out of my freshly fucked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
I didn’t move, closed my eyes and enjoyed the blissful Moment.
When I opened my eyes, Durgesh was sitting on the edge of my bed.
He was gently stroking them.
He looked at me and smiled,
“Don’t say anything to Muħammad Ålī.” He was smiling, but the threat was very clear, “I’ll make you very happy.”
I gave him a delirious look, but didn’t speak.
He got up, gave a final pat to my naked thigh and went out of the room.
He didn’t even close the door behind him.
I watched him going, suddenly realizing that my bed was soaked because when he dragged me to bed, I was fresh out of the shower.
I didn’t feel any hurry.
I realized that I would never be able to tell the truth to Muħammad Ålī.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was sore when I went to my bedroom that night.
Muħammad Ålī arrived early that evening.
I served dinner to them– Muħammad Ålī, his father and the kids.
Father-in-law was very talkative.
He joked with the kids and discussed business with Muħammad Ålī.
He even advised him to bring some gift for me the next day.
During dinner, I avoided going out to the veranda and stayed mostly in the safety of my kitchen.
I was afraid to face my husband in front of his father.
I was worried that he would read on my face what had transpired between his Hindu ‘father’ and me during the day.
The kids were already asleep when I entered my bedroom.
Muħammad Ålī was awake–waiting for me.
I avoided eye contact, turned off the lights and silently slipped into the bed beside him.
I lay with my back toward him.
I felt his hand over me, and he pulled me into his arms.
“No… Not today… I’m tired.” I told him.
He didn’t seem to listen.
His hands began to explore my private parts, and he began to strip me.
I had no courage to stop him.
I lay there silently letting him remove my clothes.
Once I was completely naked, he began to strip.
Then I felt him between my legs.
His cut Cock tip nudged at my opening which was smarting due to morning fuck.
I wanted to ask him to stop, afraid that he would immediately come to know about my infidelity.
Muħammad Ålī tried to push his cut Cock into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
The tip forced against my sore inner lips.
He took it as a sign of acceptance, and he pushed harder.
It didn’t go inside.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was completely dry.
Failing to insert his cut Cock into me, he withdrew it and replaced it with his tongue.
His tongue entered my aching Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, and he began tongue fucking me.
I lay still under him while his tongue moved in and out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
His efforts began to pay off Moments later.
I felt the sensation and my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy started lubricating.
Only then I realized why my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy was hurting so much after the morning fuck.
When Durgesh fucked me in the morning; I was afraid and was not ready for the fuck.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was completely dry when he rammed his Uncut Hindu Cock in mercilessly, making it feel like a virgin Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
I began to relish Muħammad Ålī’s slow tongue fucking.
Soon, my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was dripping wet.
Muħammad Ålī withdrew his tongue and again planted the tip of his cut Cock at the dripping entrance of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He pushed lightly.
His cut Cock moved easily into my slick Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy . He inched forward, slowly inserting the entire length of his cut Cock deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , his balls coming to rest against my ass.
He began fucking me with a slow rhythm.
I enjoyed his deep rhythmic fucking. My mind drifted to my father-in-law. I tried to compare the two men who had fucked me.
Muħammad Ålī was a delicate lover, gentle and caring.
Fucking Muħammad Ålī always gave me an impression of being handled with utmost care.
He never rushed, never tried to force it, and always fucked me in slow and deliberate manner.
My morning experience with his Hindu father was exactly the opposite.
Durgesh was like an animal in bed, wild and savage.
He fucked me so hard that my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was still aching.
He didn’t bother to work my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy for some lubrication.
I felt disgusted when he began fucking me but when he finished; my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, although hurting from his animal onslaught, was silently begging for more.
I had never been fucked like that before.
Again, I recalled the morning fuck.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy began to ooze aplenty.
I moaned lightly.
Muħammad Ålī groaned happily hearing my muffled moans while his cut Cock sliced into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
He was panting with the effort.
I felt ashamed for thinking about Durgesh while my husband was making love to me.
I shrugged myself out of my reverie and began humping back at the pistoning cut Cock .
Muħammad Ålī found me responding. He increased his pumping.
He was fast approaching his climax. Finally, he grunted loudly, and lunged forward.
He buried his cut Cock deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and erupted inside me.
His cut Cock spurted again and again and flooded my womb with his love juice. Slowly, the jerking receded and then ceased altogether.
He gently pulled his soft cut Cock out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Breathing heavily, he rolled off me and slumped on my side.
I slipped off the bed and rushed to the bathroom.
I pissed and washed my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt thoroughly, dried my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips and wet bush with a towel.
Then I put my clothes on.
When I returned, Muħammad Ålī was snoring.
I lay beside him silently, closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
In a single day, I had been fucked by two men.
Two different Cock s had deposited their seeds inside my womb.
I had been raped and loved on the same day.
Two people… so different from each other… one a gentle lover… the other like a wild animal.
I should hate the animal for what he did to me.
But, did I… really?
Today, something had changed inside me.
My body longed to relive that pleasure again, to feel that animal energy penetrating my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body, the brutal thrusting and massive force of ejaculation inundating my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I squirmed on the bed, squeezing my thighs, trying to stop the sudden flow of wetness seeping from my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
When I finally drifted to sleep, I was soaking wet between my legs.
The first thing I noticed in the morning was that the soreness was replaced by a very mild, gentle Prickling sensation, a faint reminder of what had transpired yesterday.
The morning passed in the usual way.
I sent the kids to school and cooked breakfast for Muħammad Ålī and his father.
Father-in-law came out of his room only when the breakfast was ready.
He looked fresh and gave me a nasty grin.
Red with embarrassment, I avoided his gaze, and served the breakfast.
They ate ravenously while I served the tea.
After breakfast, Muħammad Ålī changed and was ready for the shop.
He took instructions from his father, collected his Tiffin and went out.
I was now alone in the house.
Father-in-law had already retired to his room.
He was watching some news channel.
I could hear the sound of a news reader reading the morning news.
I paced in the kitchen; a strange nervousness gripped me.
My heart began to beat faster.
I expected him to come out of his room, grab me, take me to his room and fuck me hard.
I was suddenly flushed.
Holy shit…I cursed myself for my lustful thinking.
I must hate that Hindu for ruining my life…
the evil man who had violated me like an animal.
A fight within my conscience ensued.
My body responded in an entirely different way.
Someone knocked at the front door.
When I opened it, the housemaid was standing there.
To my surprise, I didn’t like her presence although it was her regular routine.
I accompanied her to the kitchen and gave her the instructions.
While she was busy mopping the floor, I stood by the kitchen door and looked in the direction of my Hindu father-in-law’s room.
He seemed busy listening to the morning news, but I was sure that he must be looking at me from some hidden corner.
The maid finished her work.
I walked her to the door and locked it.
I was breathing heavily.
Anytime now father-in-law would come out and grab me in his arms.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt twitched with a strange anticipation.
“How can I do this?” I felt ashamed about my lewd thoughts.
I heard Shama cry.
I rushed to my bedroom, took her in my arm and breast-fed her.
She was soon asleep.
I came out of my room.
I picked up the noise of the shower running in the common bathroom.
“Suraiyah…” I heard Durgesh shout from the bathroom.
“I forgot my towel,” He said loudly, “Please give it to me.”
“Help yourself.” I realized that my voice was quivering.
“I am naked… can’t come out… please get it.” He shouted from the bathroom; I could feel the taunt in his voice.
I went to his room, took his towel from his bed and walked to the bathroom door.
I gently tapped on the door,
The door opened immediately.
I extended my hand with the towel while looking away from him.
“What’re you doing Suraiyah?… hand it properly.”
I turned my head.
“Look what happens to me every time I see you.” Durgesh smiled lecherously as he twitched his strong abdominal muscles to cause his Uncut Hindu Cock to bounce up and down.
I could not avoid looking at the thick Hindu rod that was swinging so majestically.
Durgesh moved forward, grabbed my hand and dragged me into his arms.
“Let me go.” I tried to resist unsuccessfully, “Please.”
The cold water from shower fell over our heated bodies.
I could feel his raging hard on poking into my belly through my wet clothes.
He began to take my clothes off.
“No… Please don’t.” I offered a half hearted resistance, “Let me go.”
Durgesh didn’t seem to listen to me.
One by one, he undid my kurta and salwar.
First, he pulled my kurta over my head.
He then unhooked my bra exposing my full breast and hard nipples.
He carelessly dropped the bra on the floor.
Shivering with shame, I cupped my tits in a frail attempt to hide my nudity from him.
He didn’t pay any attention and proceeded to undo my salwar.
Next Moment, my salwar was on the floor and I was standing there in nothing but my panties.
Durgesh groaned happily at my predicament, slipped his fingers into my panties and rolled them down my thighs.
Trembling feverishly, I covered my tits with one hand and tried to cover my bushy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt with the other.
Durgesh’s lips spread in a lewd smile.
He took my hands and forced them apart exposing my tits and Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
“You’re gorgeous, Suraiyah Jamāl.” His voice was hoarse with lust.
My body melted in his Hindu arms.
My swollen and hard nipples pressed against his Hindu chest.
I felt his erect Uncut Hindu Cock and balls rubbing against my tummy.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy was dripping with anticipation.
All thoughts of remorse suddenly evaporated.
I realized I was no longer nervous but ready.
He brought his Hindu lips down and kissed me.
I readily accepted his advance and returned his kiss.
His tongue probed my mouth as his hand kneaded the big halves of my ass.
We kissed passionately.
I had forgotten that it was totally forbidden for me.
If the truth came out, I would have no place in this society.
I would lose my husband, children… everything that life had given me so far.
I would become a pariah.
Nonetheless, in the heat of the Moment, none of this came to my mind.
All I wanted was that magnificent Uncut Hindu Cock plundering my hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Durgesh seemed to understand my desire.
He took my hand and placed it over his Uncut Hindu Cock .
Under the falling water from the shower, it felt like a burning rod of steel, strong and thick.
He inserted a digit into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I moaned with delight.
He fucked me with his finger.
His finger was thick, almost like a Uncut Hindu Cock .
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt willingly accepted the intruding digit and clasped it in its velvety enclave.
I was breathing hard with passion.
His moving finger inside my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was doing miracles, causing my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt to beg for more.
I felt my warm Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt juices soaking his finger.
He drove me crazy with desire.
I desperately wanted his thick rigid Hindu tool between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy lips.
Durgesh brought his mouth to my soft nipples.
I realized that if I didn’t let him fuck me, I would die of my extreme desire.
“Ahhhhhhhhh…” I heard myself moaning.
I wanted to tell him that it felt so good, but the words got stuck in my mouth.
Durgesh alternated between my tits, kissing both nipples one by one.
He gave equal attention to each of my tits.
His sucking became rougher.
I began to whimper and squirm; my hand tightly squeezed and released his Uncut Hindu Cock .
He let go my tits and began kissing me on my stomach.
I felt his tongue probing into my belly button.
His tongue moved further down toward the hairy mound of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Then I felt my tongue sliding over his bushy Hindu groins.
It was an entirely new experience.
For a second, I thought that I would die with rapture.
Muħammad Ålī had never kissed me down there where Durgesh was kissing now.
I had never enjoyed the bliss of oral sex though I was vaguely aware of the fact that some people do things like that.
“What… what are you doing?” I moaned– never wanting him to stop.
My body shuddered as a sudden flash of pleasure shot through my body.
I arched my back and cried out.
My thighs were trembling violently.
My hand fumbled to hold something on the wall to prevent myself from collapsing.
I raised my hands and groped for the shower’s pipe.
I grabbed it with both hands.
Supporting my load against the pipe, I spread my legs further.
I was afraid I might come before Durgesh even started fucking me.
I squirmed my thighs.
I wondered how Durgesh would fuck me as there wasn’t enough space in the bathroom.
I expected him to take me out to his bedroom.
However, Durgesh had other plans.
He pushed the bucket and a small plastic tub to one corner, then grabbed me by my hips and helped me settle on the limited space on the bathroom floor.
It was an awkward position as my legs were high and resting against the wall.
He positioned himself between my legs and lowered himself.
I watched deliriously as he lowered his Hindu waist.
I felt his fingers holding his Uncut Hindu Cock as he fumbled at the opening.
He found the right place and planted the tip.
Then he pushed forward.
His thick Uncut Hindu Cock moved easily in my dripping Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
He didn’t have to make any further efforts as my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was well lubricated.
Durgesh lowered his hips until the entire length of his Uncut Hindu Cock was buried inside me.
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1. Bahoo Bégum
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44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
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79. The Extent
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