Ahal-Al Bayt-3:The AftereffectPosted: March 26, 2010
Durgesh commanded Kħadījah to suck his Uncut Hindu Cock.
She had a hard time to take it inside her mouth due to its thickness and size.
After 5 to 6 strokes, Durgesh told her,
“Kħadījah, you need to learn the art of sucking.”
She gave me a strange look and said,
“This is how I do it to Muhammad and he enjoys it a lot.”
Durgesh laughed & replied,
“How do you guys fuck I need to check that as well, you both need to learn a lot.”
To which Kħadījah again laughed and looked at me.
Durgesh told Kħadījah to suck it completely till the bottom of the Uncut Hindu Cock, and when it’s inside her Sunni Musalmān mouth put a little pressure on it by pressing it by her lips and take inside till her throat.
Durgesh could not stop moaning,
“Ahhh, hmmm, harder, more, more.”
I said, Kħadījah be careful as it can choke you, to which she did not respond as she was enjoying a lot and now wanted to be controlled by Durgesh, because the kind of tips and pleasure she was experiencing that I could not provide in the last couple of years.
I just stood there with a movie camera looking like a big looser.
After Kħadījah’s sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock for like 10 minutes, Durgesh said,
“Kħadījah, it’s time now.”
She was totally wet.
Durgesh was continuously fingering her and I was sucking her juices.
Kħadījah immediately jumped with joy and asked how.
“Let me start with missionary.”
Kħadījah immediately opened her legs wide and said,
“I love the size of your Uncut Hindu Cock, Durgesh. I think for the first time I felt satisfied, when you fucked me first.”
It was like around 7 to 8 inches short and even in-terms of thickness his was far more thicker too.
Before Durgesh could insert his Uncut Hindu Cock inside, Kħadījah said,
I was shocked to hear this and she never agreed to taste my cum.
I didn’t mind, but I always wanted her to drink mine.
So I thought let this be the starting and in future, she would drink mine as well.
“Yes darling, I would do that.”
Then he turned toward me and said,
Kħadījah hugged Durgesh and said,
“Don’t ask him. I’m with you for next 7 months 24/7. Just fuck me all the time. Let’s stay nude for all these 7 months. Muħammad, you too join us and learn from Durgesh how to fuck your Sunni Musalmān wives, idiot!”
I smiled, thrilled and agreed.
Kħadījah responded by moaning.
Suddenly Durgesh started to insert it inside slowly.
Kħadījah started to moan little loudly hmmm and said,
“Durgesh, I love you, I really love you, please keep fucking me for next 7 months and don’t let it stop for a second. I love it with you always.”
Durgesh pushed it harder.
Kħadījah moaned loudly, and said,
“Durgesh, it’s your Sunni Musalmān Cunt, fuck it harder. I want you… fuck me. Hmmmmm aaah.”
I completely lost myself in the scene and took some time to regain myself.
It was the time, when I was supposed to fulfill my desire of licking her Sunni Musalmān Cunt, while she is enjoying Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
I immediately adjusted the camera and kept over the TV rack so that I could get the recording done.
I jumped on the bed, got hold of a pillow, asked Kħadījah to put it under her waist, went down, asked Durgesh to pull his waist up to give me space to reach Kħadījah’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
I could clearly see the penetration of Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock in Kħadījah’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Both of them were moaning loud.
I started to lick Kħadījah’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt, and could also feel Durgesh Uncut Hindu Cock movements into it.
Suddenly Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock went in my own mouth and he gave me some 4 to 5 nice strokes with Kħadījah’s juice around it.
Then I licked her Sunni Musalmān Cunt for around 10 seconds and got up my desire was successful.
I really enjoyed it well.
Durgesh was busy in squeezing her boob’s.
Kħadījah was still moaning.
I asked Durgesh not waste any more time…
Durgesh inserted his Uncut Hindu Cock back again… and started to stroke as hard as he could..
Durgesh was kissing her hard on her neck, lips, boobs.
Kħadījah was responding and biting Durgesh continuously.
I could see both of their necks were red by now, due to biting…
Kħadījah did that.
As soon as Durgesh inserted his Uncut Hindu Cock, Kħadījah shouted,
Durgesh kept fucking Kħadījah.
I couldn’t believe that she took his full Uncut Hindu Cock inside and still wanted more…
Durgesh kept fucking her in that position for 2 hours and then Kħadījah shouted,
Durgesh increased his speed of stroking.
“ahhhhhhh..Allaaaah. Yā Allaaaaaaah!”
Kħadījah’s body jumped with joy and she moaned loudly…
Within seconds, Durgesh gave his final stroke and shouted,
“Kħadījah, my darling, all my Hindu juice is for you.” and came inside her.
After few seconds, she took his Uncut Hindu Cock out.
It was still erect and I could see Kħadījah’s and his cum all around it.
Durgesh fell on the bed and gave easy access to Kħadījah.
Kħadījah went down and sucked it like an ice cream.
Kħadījah kept on sucking it till it was cleaned like it was washed.
Kħadījah immediately collected as much as she could with her fingers, licked it well, applied some cum back on Durgesh Uncut Hindu Cock and started to lick it.
It seemed, as Kħadījah didn’t want to leave his Uncut Hindu Cock even after cleaning him and her Sunni Musalmān Cunt as well.
Kħadījah went back up and Durgesh and Kħadījah started kissing each other as they were supposed to start the whole thing again.
They both were so tired and satisfied, Kħadījah looked at me and said,
“Thanks a lot, hubby! Muħammad, you really made me experience the real pleasure of sex. I owe you everything.”
“I need a quick fuck, Kħadījah.”
Durgesh laughed and said,
I laughed and said,
“That is what I myself wanted to her to do.”
They both hugged each other, kissed and then Kħadījah asked Durgesh,
“Durgesh, may I satisfy my hubby too? Please!”
Durgesh agreed and said,
“Go ahead, Kħadījah darling, but make sure you join me in bath tub.”
It was already 1 am.
I asked Kħadījah to wash her Sunni Musalmān Cunt as it was already so wet and I may not feel anything.
Kħadījah went and washed it.
I fucked her for another 15 minutes or so.
Kħadījah was least interested at that point of time as Durgesh was waiting for her in bathtub.
After I was finished with her, both Durgesh and Kħadījah had a nice bath with each other in tub for around 45 minutes and I took a shower.
Durgesh kept on penising her, squeezing her boobs, kissing each other.
That night we all slept nude.
Actually, it was my own proposal.
“What do you mean?”
“I may be impotent, but—“
“There are other reasons.”
“Durgesh, please, I don’t want my other wives raped as Åāýéshah was. Let me face the cold and hard facts. In comparison to you, I’m really impotent.” Muħammad smiled gravely, “Fuck all my extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān wives and oblige me. Will you please fuck all my extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān wives and oblige me?”
Kħadījah was in between Durgesh and me.
We kept on discussing.
Kħadījah and Durgesh kept on kissing, hugging, till late night.
I was tired so I went to sleep.
At around 5 AM, I again heard Kħadījah moaning.
In the morning, I was amazed to see them sleeping tight in each other arms.
Both of them had something like 10 to 15 love marks on each other necks.
For next 7 months, it was hell of an experience for both Kħadījah and me.
Durgesh visited us regularly and stayed all night after his working hours and sometime’s in between while I was on work for a quick blowjob.
Then we always reversed the position.
Cum facials, blowjobs, I licking Kħadījah’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt, licking her Sunni Musalmān Cunt while Durgesh is fucking her and a lot things which we never imagined.
Kħadījah made sure whatever we do together, she always had one to one session with Durgesh after such an experience.
I think 3 some or sharing wife has its own positives and negatives.
It really enhanced our sexual life, wherein I learned infinite new tricks from Durgesh to please my wife.
My wife is not ashamed anymore to have sex anywhere with me… like in car, fingering herself, drinking my cum etc.
But it has really increased her expectation of sex, like big Uncut Hindu Cock of Durgesh.
Kħadījah now discusses about size and kind of sex a man may offer her.
When she sees a handsome Hindu guy around she discusses about having 3 some experience again, compares my cut Cock size with Durgesh and kind of sex she had in those 7 months.
Kħadījah sometimes goes nude on webcam with Durgesh and have ball of a time etc. as it was my desire to get her into this so, now I need to be very polite, passionate.
I need to keep my man-ego-level down, just to keep our life happy.
We both are happy with the experiences that we had and made sure that we clear our heart and mind with each other & no complaints & no guilt.
The only advice to everyone is to have faith and affection with each other even after you share your spouse with anyone.
The best part with us with the partner is that we got Durgesh.
She is petite, about 5’3” and 110 lbs.
The B-cup Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits sat nicely on her chest and bounced in a rhythm as she walked around the house like a free spirit.
I thought it was natural.
Yes, she was my sālā, Muħammad’s wife.
Yes, I’m 61 now and Kħadījah Muħammad is only 28.
She was young, attractive, and full of energy.
Despite my extreme Hindu horniness, I obviously never could get myself even to think about letting her know what I thought.
But I can swear that whenever I kised a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl or made love to one, Kħadījah Muhammad was the person who I was thinking of.
My partner’s lips became Kħadījah Muhammad’s.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits became my Kħadījah Muhammad’s B-sized mounds of love, and her ass became the shape of my Kħadījah Muhammad’s ass.
This was just part of my fantasies.
Never had I thought I was ever going to touch her sexually or see her naked and those types of things.
The only difference is, now I can say I lived through some of the stuff I used to think about, and I am not sure how it has affected our relationship.
Muhammad was never home during the day.
I used to be home almost all the time.
In between my research breaks, I went out to see my women friends or just stayed home working at my computer.
I guess a Musalmān Beauty knows what her Hindu man is up to.
She either went out to get grocery or went and visited a friend or just hung out in the other corner of the house.
I don’t know what she thought and what went on in her mind.
One day as I came home, I heard she was in the bathroom and the shower was on.
Kħadījah Muhammad always took long showers and I knew she probably just went in.
I had heard the shower turn on just as I passed the bathroom.
I just went about my business.
I went into the other bathroom, took a shower and came out.
I had my research project on my mind but I didn’t want to hit the computer quite yet.
This was October, and I wanted to watch a little TV.
So I turned it on and just lounged on the couch, flipping channels.
Kħadījah Muhammad was going to come out of the shower and give me some food.
I intended to start studying after I had lunch with Kħadījah Muhammad.
I was just thinking about this when I heard her call my name: Doolhā Bhāī
“Durgesh … Doolhā Bhāī…aap aa gaye?” she yelled in Hindi from the bathroom.
“Yeah Kħadījah Muhammad. Khana chāhiyé.” I yelled back from the living room.
“Raja, yeh bulb fuse ho gayā hai bathroom ka. Bulb change karnā hoga!” she called out.
Sālī, she used to call me ‘Raja’ just to tease me.
“Ok! I will change it right now….” I yelled and walked towards the kitchen, without thinking much; my mind was still focused on the TV announcer.
I grabbed a light bulb and obediently walked toward the bathroom, all the while listening to the TV and just paying attention to what was going on there.
But when I reached the bathroom door, I realized Kħadījah Muhammad was still in the shower.
The bathroom door was now quarter open for me, as she had peeked out to let some light in.
She didn’t want to stumble in the dark I guess.
“Kħadījah Muħammad, here is the bulb…”
“Doolhā Bhāī, aap lagā do, mérā haath nahīn jāyegā.”
The light fixture was on the ceiling and she was not tall enough.
I probably needed to stand on the edge of the tub too to reach the ceiling.
“Ok then come out.” I said, a little vexed.
“Kaise aaon? Sābun lagā hai!” she replied.
“Dho lo na!” I said hurriedly.
I knew this was going to be just a painful encounter as I was talking to my Kħadījah Muhammad naked in the shower, and I was just going to be left out jacking myself off dry all alone, all turned on by this situation!
And I had no interest in this.
“Kaise andhere mein dho loon? Aur geelī bāhar aa jaoon? Bīmār nahīn honā! Pāgal!”
Bool gaī, kisé pangā lé rahī hai.
“Uf Kħadījah Muhammad! Phir towel bāndh lo.”
“Sābun pe kaise towel bāndh loon, buddhu? she laughed.
“Uf!!! kaise bulb fuse hua ék dum?”
“Change karo na jaldi sé. Andhere mein kuchh dikh nahīn made! Aur sardi lag rahī hai.” Kħadījah Muhammad said forcefully.
“Tum kahan ho?”
“Darwaje ke peechey.”
“Tum tub mein jāo to mein andar aaon…” I said, still feeling bothered.
I just wanted to stay on the couch and watch TV, and now I was forced to be so close to my naked Kħadījah Muhammad and change a stupid light bulb!
As I was thinking this, she came out from behind the door and walked to the tub.
From the little opening, she kept to let some light into the bathroom.
And this is when I realized how sexual this situation was!
Kħadījah Muhammad had her long beautiful hair wrapped on top of her head in a towel and had soap all over her lower body.
As she lifted one leg to step in, my heart skipped a beat.
I also saw the silhouette of her luscious Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits with the quarter-size right nipple standing upright from the cold!
What a sight!
And what lay at the end of it.
Kħadījah Muhammad stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain shut.
“Chalo, Raja, aa jao.”
“Achchhā, Kħadījah Muhammad…” I said and opened the door wide to let as much light in as I could.
The door opened with a creak.
Our big enormous house was falling apart I thought.
Thinking this, I flipped the light switch to the off position and held the bulb in my left hand.
My Uncut Hindu Dick was semi-hard by now.
All images contained one common purpose.
Eishān Pārām Brahm Pārāmātmā knows I had been lusting after this for so long.
Trying to ignore these thoughts, I looked up at the burned out light bulb.
“Uf… Tub pe chađhnā pađégā.” I groaned as I tried to stand on the side of the tub.
“Doolhā Bhāī, dekh ke dekh ke!”, Kħadījah Muhammad said plainly.
I was now sporting a full and complete Hindu hard on which I am sure was sticking out of my lose pājāmās.
I was not too concerned about that as I was sure Kħadījah Muhammad couldn’t notice it from behind the shower curtain.
And it was dark anyway.
I am very close to being six feet tall but this freaking ceiling was quite high.
I slowly stepped on the ledge and exhaled loudly as I tried to reach up.
“Kyā huā?”, Kħadījah Muhammad asked.
“Haath nahīn jaa made!” I exclaimed.
It was just now that I realized my head level was above the shower curtain pole!
If I wanted, I could peek over the curtain and into the tub where Kħadījah Muhammad was standing naked.
This blew my trained and experienced Hindu mind of 61.
My heartbeat must have raced all the way to about one thousand!
I think the question was could I?
Or could I not?
I struggled with the idea.
All of these thoughts were just coming in and whizzing out of my mind.
I was still trying to reach the ceiling.
“Doolhā Bhāī, Raja, koī stool le aao.” Kħadījah Muhammad said.
“Nahīn nahīn…” I insisted as I kept panting and trying to reach up.
Now I just couldn’t help it.
This was it.
I had to see her!
I just had to!
“Aray aray Doolhā Bhāī Kħayāl sé… achchhā?” As Kħadījah Muhammad was saying the OK, and looking up to see where my hand was, my eyes met hers.
Her beautiful black eyes were shining in the dark, looking dead straight at mine!
The long eyelashes batted up and down several times as Kħadījah Muhammad noticed me staring at her for about 2 seconds.
If you look a person straight in the eye, you can see their entire body, and that’s exactly what happened.
“Ūpar dékho…” Kħadījah Muhammad said sheepishly and then looked down herself.
“Sālī,”I winked at her, “what’s there, up, to see for me? You are there, down.”
“Doolhā Bhāī!” Kħadījah Muħammad said huskily.
“Sālī, drop ‘Bhāī’ too. Call me ‘Doolhā’ only.”
“Please see up.”
“You are down there, idiot. I’m not your impotent husband who’d obey you and see ‘up’.”
“Allah, you are 61.”
“Yet, you call me ‘Raja’. Don’t you?”
“Only to tease you, Doolhā Bhāī!”
“I’m teased. Now, let me tease you.”
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Kħadījah Muħammad was immensely horrified.
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Kħadījah Muħammad almost cried now.
“I didn’t know you were offering sooo much to me.”
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Kħadījah Muħammad shouted almost, “Nooooooooooooooooooooooo! please!”
“You are extremely beautiful in nude, my darling!”
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo! please! Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
I winked at her and she blushed.
“Now, look at what I too have for you.” I said and indicated to my rocketing hard Uncut Hindu Uncut Hindu Penis.
For a second Kħadījah Muħammad blushed away, but my gigantic Hindu hard on immediately forced her to look at it again.
Kħadījah Muħammad watched at my gigantic Uncut Hindu Uncut Hindu Penis shamelessly, without even flickering her eyes,
“I—”Kħadījah Muħammad whispered in trance, “I’ve already seen it.”
“That’s very good. When?”
“You watched it?”
“I always watch it.” Kħadījah Muħammad was still speaking in trance.
She had forgotten that she was stark naked.
I never moved my eyes away for even a second.
My heart skipped a beat as I was now trying to absorb what I was seeing.
Kħadījah Muhammad was so cute!
The way Kħadījah Muhammad had asked me to “look up” just made me fall in love with her.
Kħadījah Muhammad was so vulnerable there, so dependent.
Kħadījah Muhammad needed my help and her loving Hindu was there to help her.
Kħadījah Muhammad didn’t seem angry, I thought to myself.
After all, I was there helping her.
And Kħadījah Muhammad had called me in herself.
I smiled and winked at her,
“Kħadījah Muħammad, haath nahīn jaa rahā. Main phisal na jaaoon?” I said in a steady voice.
I was not scoffing at all.
My hesitation, if there was any, had vanished.
And any thoughts I had about the TV were long gone.
I just wanted to stay right here, in the bathroom, with her.
I wanted to delay this bulb replacement process as much as I could, so I could stay in there.
It gave me a weird kind of pleasure, even though I was delaying this in the name of help.
Now I was looking down at her again.
Her arms were still covering her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs and Kħadījah Muhammad was looking up at me, trying to get comfortable with the situation.
Kħadījah Muhammad did not have a hint of hair on her upper body.
I couldn’t see her crotch though.
It was too dark down below and her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was covered with pubic hair.
Her legs were still crossed and her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs covered with her forearms, as Kħadījah Muhammad was now replying to me.
She had come out of trance now,
“Main tumhari ŧaang pakađ loon? Phir tum try karo…” Kħadījah Muħammad said mustering all her courage.
“Haan.” I affirmed in a hoarse voice.
To hold my leg now, Kħadījah Muhammad had to move her arms away from her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.
Her cheeks were flushed as Kħadījah Muhammad looked white as a ghost.
We both knew there were better alternatives to this.
Kħadījah Muhammad could have said the heck with it, and wrapped the towel around her soapy body and walked out covered.
I could have gone back out and gotten a step ladder from the yard.
But there was something else at work here and it was too subliminal to be put into words.
“Oye Raja! Main tumhari ŧaang pakađtī hoon. phir tum upper dekho, achchhā?” Kħadījah Muhammad said in a hoarse voice, and kind of loudly to snap me out of the trance I was in, looking at her naked extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body from the top.
Kħadījah Muhammad was asking me to look up so I didn’t look at her body!
But how could I have obliged?
How could a normal human being just turn away from the sight of Jannat-e-Firdaus, heaven?
As I was staring intently, and Kħadījah Muhammad was looking straight into my eyes, Kħadījah Muhammad moved one of her arms away from her chest so Kħadījah Muhammad could grab the shower curtain.
Now Kħadījah Muhammad had only one arm to cover her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits.
As Kħadījah Muhammad switched arms, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits hung free in the air for about a split second and that was enough to rejuvenate my Hindu hard on.
They were erect, all twisted upward and staring at me, just as her eyes were.
I let out a sigh.
Kħadījah Muhammad then looked down and moved forward, towards my leg so Kħadījah Muhammad could shift the shower curtain a little to the side and took out her arm to hold my leg.
“Aray, Kħadījah Muhammad nangī hai bésharm …” Kħadījah Muhammad laughed.
I laughed in response.
I couldn’t say anything substantial.
The word “nangī” was stuck in my mind.
It echoed, “Nangī… nangī…” over and over.
I was losing it!
Her head was now sticking out from one side of the shower curtain and her left hand was holding my right leg in a tight grip.
It was so prominent!
I looked down now into her eyes, peeking out from the side of the shower curtain.
I could tell Kħadījah Muhammad was really embarrassed as her cheeks were totally red now.
Her eyes had a static look, as if to tell me Kħadījah Muhammad was only objecting to me looking at her just for the sake of saying it.
And Kħadījah Muhammad really didn’t mind it.
At least I hope that’s what her eyes were saying to me.
“Uf!”, I groaned as I turned my head away from her eyes, and reached up again.
My leg slipped a little, but Kħadījah Muhammad was holding it tight,
“Dékh ké, Raja…”
Sālī, still calling me ‘Raja’, in this situation!
I looked back down at her and found her locked staring at the enormous Hindu pole sticking out of my pants.
Now it was my turn to be embarrassed?
Why should I?
She wanted it.
She was having it.
As horny as I was, this was really an awkward Moment for her.
She was naked in front of me and Kħadījah Muhammad could stare at my erect Uncut Hindu Penis Making a tent in my pājāmās.
There was not much left to say!
Kħadījah Muhammad knew why it was hard and I knew that Kħadījah Muhammad knew it.
But Kħadījah Muhammad looked calm.
Kħadījah Muhammad looked away, pretending as if she hadn’t even noticed it.
I was expecting her to say something about it any second now.
Part of me wanted to bury myself into her!
Even the other part – well, it just wanted pleasure.
Even though Kħadījah Muhammad was Kħadījah Muhammad.
My very own salhaj.
I was still pretending to reach up for the bulb, with my Uncut Hindu Cock inside the pājāmās rocking up and down with my movements.
I was peeking down from the corner of my right eye, waiting to see how long Kħadījah Muhammad could stare at it intently without saying anything.
My embarrassment had long gone away, even if it was there ever.
I just wanted to see what happened now.
“Raja, ladder le aao. Kħadījah Muhammad kitnī dér se nangī khađī hai dékho! Sardī lag rahī hai ab. Darvāzā bhi khulā hai. Hawā aa rahī hai.” Kħadījah Muhammad wanted me to go get a step ladder?
Was this it?
“Ok Kħadījah Muhammad. Ŧheek hai…” I said, giving up and letting out a long sigh.
I didn’t know how this would go.
I had seen her naked all over, Kħadījah Muhammad had noticed my Hindu hard on in my pājāmās and hadn’t said a word about it yet.
Of course, I hadn’t Made any effort to hide me either, which I am sure, was giving her ideas too.
Kħadījah Muhammad had encouraged my every move until now.
Now Kħadījah Muhammad was telling me to get it over with soon?
I kept thinking these things as I stepped off the side of the tub and started to walk out.
“Darvāzā khulā chhođ do, Raja…” Kħadījah Muhammad said moving her body behind the shower curtain.
“Achchhā Kħadījah Muħammad!” I said as I walked out.
I went to the yard and brought a stepladder back.
Kħadījah Muhammad was still behind the shower curtain but the shower was now on!
There had been enough light in the bathroom coming from the open door for her to wash the soap off before, wrap and towel and come out.
But Kħadījah Muhammad hadn’t done it before I climbed the tub and tried to change the bulb.
Instead, now Kħadījah Muhammad was showering!
I now had real hopes Kħadījah Muhammad wanted to do something.
“Kħadījah Muħammad, tum ne pani kaise chala diyā?” I had to yell so Kħadījah Muhammad could hear me, “Pahle to nahīn chala rahī theīn?”
“Aray, sābun lagā thā jism pe, khujli aa rahī thī.”. Kħadījah Muhammad yelled back from the shower. She said as Kħadījah Muhammad continued to wash.
“Achchhā…” I was going to continue as Kħadījah Muhammad cut me off:
“Haan, lékin ŧheek taraħ se dhula nahīn…”
Why had Kħadījah Muhammad thrown that in? I ignored the comment and went ahead with the task at hand:
“Kħadījah Muħammad, main ladder pe chađh ke try karta hoon.” I said.
“Haan ŧheek hai. “ Kħadījah Muhammad replied.
So I climbed the stepladder, changed the light bulb and flicked the switch on.
The new bulb was all right.
I could now clearly see her silhouette through the semi-translucent shower curtain.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs were sticking out like two melons on her chest, and Kħadījah Muhammad was rubbing her hands on her nipples, pretending to wash them.
“Ŧheek hai? Ho gayā?” I asked plainly and started to move the ladder out, when Kħadījah Muhammad exclaimed:
“Aray aray, Raja, Doolhā Bhāī!”
“Haan Kħadījah Muhammad?”
“Mérī kamar pe sābun lagā dogé?”
“Achchhā? lékin …” I stuttered.
Kħadījah Muhammad was naked!
How could I have?
And Kħadījah Muhammad understood.
“Lékin kyā?” Kħadījah Muhammad teased me.
“Sābun to lagā tha abhi!”
“Batāyā to hai. Sookh gayā thā. Khujli aa rahī thī, isliyé dho diyā!!”
“Pahlé kaise lagātī thīn phir?” I also teased her. I knew she was horny now, “Pahlé to tum ne mujh sé kabhī nahīn kahā.”
“Aray, Doolhā Bhāī… Mein kabhī nahīn kahtī, lékin aaj mérī kamar mein dard hai, main haath pīchhé nahīn le ja saktī.” Kħadījah Muhammad said in a down voice.
“Achchhā lékin… tum khađī rahogī?” I smiled significantly.
“Jao! Nahīn lagānā to Mat lagāo…Main aise hi rahoongī gandī.” Kħadījah Muhammad said, frustrated.
“Nahīn nahīn…” I smiled.
“Main baiŧh jaoongī. Ŧheek hai?” Kħadījah Muhammad said calmly, turning the shower off so I could hear her clearly.
“Haan haan! Main kaise lagāoon? mérā haath dard kartā hai.”
“Achchhā!” I gave up and gestured with my hand, pointing away.
“Durgesh méré pyāré!” Kħadījah Muhammad said.
then I heard her turn around in the tub and sit down.
“Ab curtain khol lo.”
I slid the shower curtain sideways and there Kħadījah Muhammad was, sitting inside the tub on her extremely gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān butt, with her back towards me.
There was no way Kħadījah Muhammad could have covered that.
I didn’t mind a bit.
“Yeh lo sābun.” Kħadījah Muhammad said, raising her arm behind her to hand me the soap.
Kħadījah Muhammad didn’t look back at me.
Kħadījah Muhammad was probably pretending she didn’t want me to see her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits.
I took the soap from her and held it in my right hand without saying a word.
Then I rubbed it with both hands and touched her back with the soap bar.
A cold shiver went down my Hindu spine.
Kħadījah Muhammad liked the touch.
Neither of us said anything.
I kept rubbing the soap bar around her back and spreading the soap with my left hand.
I was standing outside the tub, hunched over, while Kħadījah Muhammad was sitting down.
Slowly, my back began to hurt.
“Kħadījah Muhammad mérī kamar dukh gaī.”
“Hāyé mérī jaan. Tub ké side pe baiŧh jaao … tsk tsk!” Kħadījah Muhammad said these words affectionately, but in a hoarse voice.
Kħadījah Muhammad was thoroughly enjoying the back rub.
I could feel her back move in a rhythm with my hands.
I moved my hands all over her back and her shoulders.
I went down near the ass crack but didn’t touch it deliberately.
Let the Sālī make every move.
I went towards the base of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs from the back but didn’t go where the flesh got soft.
“Doolhā Bhāī, side mein bhī lagā do.” Kħadījah Muhammad said.
I knew exactly what Kħadījah Muhammad meant.
Now my hands were touching her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits from the sides.
“Haan haan! Ŧheek hai, achchhī taraħ phailāo.” Kħadījah Muhammad approved, purring.
I got a little more aggressive.
Now my fingers were feeling her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits from the sides and slowly flicking them up, in the name of rubbing the soap.
Kħadījah Muhammad giggled :
“Ārām sé Hindu shaitaan.”
I laughed back.
There was nothing else I could have said.
I was now repeatedly nudging her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits from the side.
I had almost three quarters of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits covered by now, but I hadn’t gone up front or near the nipples.
Until now, Kħadījah Muhammad hadn’t helped me a bit.
But soon Kħadījah Muhammad said:
“Doolhā Bhāī, ārām se ho na? Yeh lo side se achchhī taraħ lagā do.”
Saying this, Kħadījah Muhammad moved in the tub, turning herself sideways to the left.
I could see her left Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tit now from the side!
I almost gasped.
Kħadījah Muhammad heard me swallow hard.
Kħadījah Muhammad then slowly touched the side of my ass as if to help me sit on the tub edge straight.
Kħadījah Muhammad was making it feel like this was normal for us!
But it was mind boggling for me.
“Haan main ārām se hoon.” This was all I said.
My heart went racing.
Her eyes were now closed and I was rubbing her back, but my eyes were focused on the dark brown nipple that was standing straight up in the air.
Slowly, pretending to help me put soap on, Kħadījah Muhammad started to rub the side of her back.
When her hands got soapy, Kħadījah Muhammad moved them up to the back of her neck and muttered:
“Haan Haan rub karo achchhī taraħ…” I now had the hardest erection that I think I had ever had in my life.
Kħadījah Muhammad continued to rub her neck and soon her hands moved to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs.
Kħadījah Muhammad was now rubbing soap on her chest, paying special attention to her nipples!
My hands continued to flick the soft sides of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits too.
This had gone too far!
How was Kħadījah Muhammad having me do this without thinking of the implications?
Yet, I was not stunned!
But I was probably hornier now.
Or Maybe I was thinking with my Uncut Hindu Dick and not with my head.
It’s not as if I cared.
This was the most exciting sexual situation I had been in my life and I wasn’t about to throw mud on it.
I wanted to continue and see how far Kħadījah Muhammad would take it.
As I flicked her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits sides and Kħadījah Muhammad rubbed her nipples with her eyes closed, Kħadījah Muhammad started to breathe heavily.
“Mmmmm,” Kħadījah Muhammad muttered.
What had I just heard?
Yes. It was a moan.
Kħadījah Muhammad was all sexed up now.
No reason to fear.
No reason to be alert.
If Kħadījah Muhammad doesn’t mind, why should I?
But what would Kħadījah Muhammad say if I Made the first move?
Because so far Kħadījah Muhammad had made it all look like an accident, then a call for help and now, just a relaxation session for her.
But helped out who here?
It was worth noting that throughout this encounter, I hadn’t raised my voice to her once!
Except in the beginning when I didn’t realize this would get sexual.
My usual disdain for family, the house, including herself was nowhere to be found.
I was loving it!
And I knew Kħadījah Muhammad realized it.
Kħadījah Muhammad sensed it.
Was it because Kħadījah Muhammad really didn’t want me to leave town and move out?
Nah! Couldn’t be.
Would Kħadījah Muhammad go this far as to stop me from moving out?
“Crazy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman Kħadījah Muhammad is.” I thought to myself.
It is a great boost for self esteem.
Sex and intimate encounters lead to inevitable closeness and attachment.
But this wasn’t time to think about those things.
I just wanted to see how long it lasted.
I was in heaven and I wasn’t about to leave just yet.
While thinking all that, my hands were steadily roaming her back, stopping just above her ass crack.
Kħadījah Muhammad continued to let out moans,
“Mmmmm………” This was the longest one.
And then Kħadījah Muhammad started to twitch!
I guess her nipple rubbing had gotten to her.
Kħadījah Muhammad was slowly moving her legs in the tub as Kħadījah Muhammad let out her moans.
And then came the shock:
“Raja!” Kħadījah Muhammad opened her eyes and turned her face to me.
Doing this, Kħadījah Muhammad took my hands and placed them on her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits.
“HUH?” I gasped!
“Raja, tum mujhe chhođ ke to nahīn jāogé na? bolo bolo!” Kħadījah Muhammad was pleading.
“Oh Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! my God!” I exclaimed.
So it is about me staying.
I squeezed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits.
I had responded positively!
“Haan Kħadījah Muhammad, kabhī nahīn.”
I wasn’t about to refuse sex.
Even if it was with any one not prohibited to me!
I had lusted after her all my life and as much as I hated the family, this was a dream come true.
But was it going to be sex?
Or was this going to be it?
A Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tit rub wasn’t going to satisfy me.
I wanted more.
“Ouiieee”, Kħadījah Muhammad laughed. And kissed me back on my Hindu lips.
“Oueiiii Hindu shaytaann!” Kħadījah Muhammad screamed delightfully and squirmed lovingly.
Kħadījah Muhammad didn’t move my hand away from her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
In fact, Kħadījah Muhammad pushed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy into the palm of my Hindu hand.
I could feel her wet and soft Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips getting harder.
I continued to kiss her neck as Kħadījah Muhammad tried to turn her face around and kiss my lips again.
My one hand was rubbing her left Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tit and the right hand was cupping her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy from behind.
I kept rubbing it up and down.
Considering how long we had been playing the bulb game in the bathroom, I was extremely horny now and wanted immediate relief!
No taboos remained anymore anyway.
I just wanted to see how far Kħadījah Muhammad could go though.
I was in a strong position.
I felt like I could do whatever I want.
If Kħadījah Muhammad refused, I would have gotten pissed.
And that was something Kħadījah Muhammad couldn’t afford.
The Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman was offering me sex just to have me stick around at home!
And this Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman was Kħadījah Muhammad.
I knew Kħadījah Muhammad won’t stop me today.
Not a chance.
Kħadījah Muhammad hesitates, I walk out!
I had decided to take it all the way.
My Hindu lust had taken over.
I was now thinking with my Uncut Hindu Penis, and not with my brain!
“Mmmmmm….” Kħadījah Muhammad kept moaning as she turned around and kissed me on the lips.
My right hand was moving up and down her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy hole.
Rub up, rub down.
I fingered her for a little while as I squeezed her left Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tit.
I pinched her left nipple with my fingers.
“Aray bésharm Hindu.” Kħadījah Muhammad giggled.
“Kħadījah Muħammad, achchhī taraħ sābun lagā doon pooré jism pe?” I asked.
“Haan haan. Lékin, tumhāré kapđé kħarāb ho jāyéngé.”
“Haan to phir?…I smiled.
“Tum kapđé utaar do.” Kħadījah Muhammad said in a reassuring way.
“Haan, lékin…” I said as I looked into her eyes.
I laughed back,
As Kħadījah Muhammad said it, Kħadījah Muhammad spread her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy and put my hand over it.
“Ahhhh…okay now?” Kħadījah Muhammad moaned.
Then Kħadījah Muhammad brought my hand back up and licked my Uncut Hindu Penis with her lips, and squeezed it in.
Then Kħadījah Muhammad moaned again as Kħadījah Muhammad licked her own Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy juice.
This was it!
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