Yåqūb Family-1Posted: July 17, 2010
What a memorable day at— “FātimahNIKETAN”!
As I strolled inside the room, Nāzimah Yåqūb, my friend, Farħān’s and my wife Farħānah’s grand Ammī, was standing in front of the mirror revealing her back to me.
Her 62 years old Musalmān buttocks were still immensely attractive.
She took care of her majestic Sunni Musalmān body so much.
She had sex with my Grandfather, but she did not marry him.
She married Muħammad Yåqūb instead.
‘She still looks hot at 62’, I told myself with a secret smile.
She was apparently not looking perturbed by any means, although she was putting on her blouse hooks.
After all, I was her granddaughter’s husband, her grandson’s friend, and there was no reason she must react differently, even though I had not bothered to knock the door, as I came in.
“Many more happy returns of the day.” I said.
I reached right behind Nāzimah Yåqūb and hugged her from behind.
“Oh Durgesh,” Nāzimah Yåqūb’s eyes moistened at once, “I never imagined even you would remember my birthday.”
“You are a wonderful darling, grand Ammī!” I said as I tightened my grip lewdly on her beautiful Musalmān waist.
“Hmm,” Nāzimah Yåqūb whimpered, “But that doesn’t give you the liberty to tease your Grand Ammī like the way you are doing right now. Take off your hands before your grandpa comes around.”
“Does he know that it is your birthday today?” I asked without relieving Farħānah’s grand Ammī from my grip.
I did not intend to.
She was extremely beautiful and sexy.
“He always does,” Nāzimah Yåqūb turned around and replied with a smile, “He was the first person to wish me today. He woke me up and wished me with a warm kiss.”
Nāzimah Yåqūb blushed like a young Musalmān girl after narrating her early morning romantic piece with her husband.
She always felt pride about her husband who still was agile and romantic when presented with an opportunity.
But, NOT ON BED.
His romance was limited to when she was fully dressed only.
“Only warm kiss? Your birthday present from your so called loving hubby?”
“Hey, what do you have for my birthday present yourself?” Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed challengingly.
“Aren’t you feeling your birthday present between your beautiful Sunni Musalmān Buttocks?”
She was delightfully surprised, immensely, incredibly,
“What? Your Uncut Hindu Penis?”
“I can’t believe it. Farħānah says you are only 33.” Her voice was filled with immense pleasure, “Do you really mean it?”
“Yes, darling. Why not? You are still immensely beautiful.”
“Do you realize what you are gifting me?” Nāzimah Yåqūb was as happy as a child with a new toy she had dreamed very much.
“Of course! Certainly.”
“You mean you’d fuck me, from now on, regularly, to the rest of my life?” She was too happy to control herself.
My Uncut Hindu Penis had started getting harder, stronger, thicker and lustier.
She had not removed it, still, from between her still extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān Buttocks.
Suddenly she removed her shalwar and panty both, unzipped me, brought my Uncut Hindu Penis out, by removing my pant and underwear too.
Now we were fully nude below our waists.
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick , somewhat backing my waist first.
Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed and whirled immediately to face me.
My Hindu Prick came out of her ass.
“Not from the backdoor, darling,” Nāzimah Yåqūb, my wife Farħānah’s grand Ammī, winked at me, “it’d be a great insult to your so precious and unique gift to me. Let me honor it properly, and greet at my front openings.”
“Openings?” I smiled, “In plural?”
“Why not? I’ve two at my front and only one in the back. All the three are yours, but let me kiss and suck it first, fuck me, and then enter my Female Sunni Musalmān asshole. I’m all yours, my darling!”
I remembered a previous encounter with her:
*Even though the old couples were on the wrong side of 60, they never seemed to be missing their intimate Moments even after four decades of the marriage, because she managed to have sex not only with my own Grandpa, but with my father also.
She had squeezed my own Uncut Hindu Penis once or twice too.
She loved all the three of us.
A great Musalmān woman!
Was she not?
“I think you are thinking about grandpa,” I spoke after I watched the glow in Farħānah’s grand Ammī’s eyes.
“Very much,” Nāzimah Yåqūb replied with another smile, “There is hardly anytime I don’t think of him.”
“But, he is deeply engrossed with the newspaper at the Moment.” I said in a teasing tone, “If I were him, I would be flipping your clothes rather than the pages in the newspaper.”
“That’s because you are a Hindu.” Nāzimah Yåqūb said as she began looking at me from head to foot, “You don’t know how much you resemble your own grandfather, I loved.”
“You loved my grandfather, but you did not marry him, ultimately.”
“Yåqūb agreed that your grandfather and I can still have sex after his nikāħ with me. It removed the necessity of my marriage with your Hindu grandpa, my son.”
I was not keen to hold back any longer.
I turned Nāzimah Yåqūb around to face me and gently let her back lean against the wall.
I did not want to hold her roughly although she was still under a tight leash even as I held her with moderate Hindu strength.
Nāzimah Yåqūb’s smiles began to fade as I closed in letting the bulge in my pant prick on her waist.
The noble grand Ammī closed her still beautiful Musalmān eyes for a while and when she eventually reopened, she could not resist her temptation to look down.
Her aging female Musalmān body, yet still extremely beautiful, experienced a mild shiver as she could imagine how aroused I was, if my huge Hindu bulge was any indication.
“Is this the way you make your Musalmān grand Ammī happy on her birthday?” she asked weakly.
Yet, she pressed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks onto my crotch.
My Uncut Hindu Penis entered the warm Female Musalmān crack.
What a hot Musalmān Beauty!
Still making me mad to fuck her at her 62.
I stopped for a brief Moment before I leaned towards her.
“Durgesh,” Nāzimah Yåqūb murmured after my lips parted, “You are educated. Do I need to tell you that whatever you are trying to do is wrong? Think about our family traditions and cultures. Don’t get carried away by your youthful Hindu emotions.”
“Suck me.”I suggested.
“No. It’s my birthday, not yours, Hindu Playboy! You have to give me present, not me to you.” There was pride in her very Musalmān eyes.
She reminded me Lailā Åbbās, one of her best friends.
Yet, there was some difference too.
Sidrah Aħmad was the sexiest of the trio.
If some Hindu male was not interested in her sexually, despite her maddening extraordinary dazzling Musalmān beauty, she felt it a challenge to her, and without any fail, would mastermind the events, in such a way, that soon the Hindu would be pleading to her to have sex with him, please!
Their great age differences, even, were no bar.
“I have been requested to take care of the family business.” I replied with a smirk, “I will do it once I get it. For now, I want to take you over.”
“I’m not available.” Nāzimah Yåqūb winked at me, “You already have my grand daughter, Farħānah Yåqūb, and that’s all you can have from Yåqūb family.”
I laughed penetrating her beautiful Sunni Musalmān ass,
“And why can’t I do it, Sālī?” I squeezed her still erect Musalmān Boobs.
“I’m old enough to be your own grand mother, “Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled, “and you are calling me, ‘Sālī’?”
“Because you are.”
“I’ve already fucked your sisters.”
She was stunned,
“My real sisters?”
“You must be mad. One of them, Nauheed Rizwānah is, 78.”
“That’s what you say.”
“What? Nauheed Bājī is really 78, Vallah.”
“She can’t be more than 60.”
“You are really mad. I’m 62, idiot. She is 16 yrs older to me. I’m the youngest sister of my eight sisters and three brothers family.”
“And that’s why you want to fuck me too.” Nāzimah Yåqūb looked at me contemptuously.
“You’ve fucked all my eight sisters, if your claim is right. Isn’t it?”
“Well, there are other reasons too.”
“Oh, Are there?”Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed fanatically.
My fingers kept exploring her clothes in search of her nipples.
Nāzimah Yåqūb knew that I was growing enormously between her Musalmān thighs and she needed to stop me before I go out of bounds.
“For Allah’s sake leave me,” Nāzimah Yåqūb gathered the strength to push off my hands from her Musalmān breasts, “I want you to leave this room at once.”
I did not look even least disappointed at my wife, Farħānah’s grand Ammī ’s defiance.
I never presumed that it would be just another cake walk for me to seduce the old Musalmān woman whom I thought might be starved of sex at the fag end of her life.
It was not to be.
I knew that although she looked tentative, there was some determination in her eyes that stopped me from making any further moves at present.
Moreover, it was her birthday and I was not keen in forcing her any more.
“OK,” I murmured and began walking away from her.
Nāzimah Yåqūb kept looking at her granddaughter’s handsome young Hindu husband.
She knew that she had disappointed me, but there was not any way she could oblige.
Being the first woman of the Yåqūb family, she knew that she always had to tread quite carefully in whatever she did.
She was not daring enough to break the conventions of the family that was a blend of mutual trust and sexual sanctity.
I had almost regained my senses as I left Nāzimah Yåqūb’s room.
I recollected Farħānah’s grand Ammī’s face turning red in anger before I eventually relieved her from my lusty Hindu grip.
Even then, I never feared that Nāzimah Yåqūb might tell my parents about whatever had transpired in her room.
My father Vishvās Shakr Mānav happened to be the eldest son in law in the Yåqūb clan.
Although Yåqūb did his part in looking after the family business, he often found himself in tight situations mainly because of his unscrupulous investments in the share market.
He clearly lacked common sense although he was 47.
Sāliħah, my Mother in law Ammī, was a more dynamic Musalmān woman in comparison to my almost impotent Musalmān father in law, Muħammad.
She left no stone unturned being the eldest daughter in law of the Yåqūb family, more often than not for her selfish motives.
She was beautiful and gentle which never gave any clue about how shrewd and selfish she was.
I had realized long back that my Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah, was perhaps the most cunning, manipulative and self-centered Muslim woman I had ever come across in the family.
I struggled hard to look normal to the best of my abilities because I knew that my Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, was too clever to discover even the slightest change in anyone’s behavior.
Nevertheless, after a while, I had to realize that I should not overdo ever even a bit.
“Son, you seem to be trying to hide something from me,” my Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, spoke as she came close to me with what I knew was a very wicked smile.
“What do you mean Ammījān?” I questioned with all the conviction.
“See, you are not looking at me while speaking,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb said as her fingers began stroking my hair gently, “I don’t think you should ever hide things from your own Musalmān wife’s Ammī, more so if it is causing you any disturbance.”
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb was right.
I realized that I needed to confide my feelings to someone who would not disclose my delicate problems to anyone.
Being my wife’s Ammī, My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, would not dare to speak out although I knew that I was about to give her a shock of her life.
“Still don’t think like telling me?” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, asked as she stopped stroking her fingers on my hair.
“Please sit down,” I murmured.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, immediately sat next to me on the couch.
“I have something to confess,” I began and My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb’s eyes widened as she listened to what she heard from me.
Although enraged by her Hindu son’s in law revelations, she could not help feeling somewhat funny about the whole thing.
It was a bit hard for her to believe that a young Hindu man like Durgesh would crave for a Musalmān woman like Nāzimah Yåqūb, who incidentally is his wife’s grandAmmī as well.
“What have you done my son?” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb sounded quite firm, “You nearly brought absolute disgrace to the whole Yåqūb family.”
“Forgive me,” I whimpered, “I swear I will never try doing such things again.”
“It is good that you repent,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, gave a gentle pat on her son’s in law Hindu shoulders. “But, you do deserve some punishment for whatever you did.”
“Ammījān!” I was surprised.
“Remove your tie,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb instructed coldly.
I was obviously intrigues with her peculiar instruction.
However, I knew that I had to obey my Musalmān wife’s Ammī any way.
I quietly loosened his tie and pulled it off.
“Stand up,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb told me, “Stand up and turn around.”
I stood up and stood showing my back to my Sāsū Ammī.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb grabbed, pulled my hands behind me and began winding the tie around both my wrists.
Even I could not understand what my Mother in law Ammī was about to do.
I kept mum although My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb was using all her strength to tie my hands really tight and hard.
“Are you going to spank me, Ammījān?” Durgesh turned around, smiled and asked once My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb was through.
“Not really,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb said with a cheeky smile. “Something more severe than that.”
“I am anxious Ammījān,” I confessed. “Tell me what you are up to.”
“You need not be,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb replied, “I just want to ensure that you don’t repeat such things in the future.”
I watched curiously, as My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb dropped to the floor on her knees.
She looked up and flashed a smile at her Hindu son in law before her hands pulled down my zip within no time.
She was not answering me.
As soon as she had rolled down my pants to my ankles, she hurriedly pulled down my brief as well.
She gazed at my hard Uncut Hindu Dick getting erect from my groin.
Indeed, it was long and very thick. Her beautiful Musalmān hands eagerly gripped the whole of my Uncut Hindu shaft and began massaging all around.
“I hope you do know what the punishment is all about,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb smiled at her son in law.
I was so amazed to see my Mother in law Ammī Sāliħah Yåqūb holding my Uncut Hindu Dick that I could not reply to her.
Knowing my embarrassment, My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb took my Uncut Hindu Dick to her beautiful Musalmān mouth and swallowed it just in one gulp.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb looked up and smiled to herself knowing that my Hindu moan was the right indication of my sudden excitement.
She began using her beautiful quivering Musalmān lips and Musalmān tongue all around my Hindu meat letting the warmth of her Musalmān mouth settle on my sensitive thick Uncut Hindu Dick.
I humped up and down on my heels as Sāliħah’s Musalmān tongue relentlessly lashed against the whole of my Uncut Hindu Dick until I felt like closing to an explosion.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb sucked her way back to the tip after a while and slowly let it slide from her mouth.
“This is far better than getting inside a very old Musalmān woman,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb said mockingly.
“I bet it is,” I admitted.
I had been throwing back my head in the air.
My arms were feeling strained behind.
“Should I continue?” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb asked.
“Please,” I pleaded with her.
I watched My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, taking my Uncut Hindu Dick inside her beautiful Musalmān mouth all over again.
She had realized that there was not any need for her to be gentle with my Uncut Hindu Dick anymore as I was already enjoying the blow job.
She began showing her true Musalmān Sex prowess as she went about sucking my Uncut Hindu Dick as if there would not be any tomorrow.
My Hindu moans became louder and louder as I watched my Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, giving my Uncut Hindu Dick, the much needed Musalmān treatment.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb realized that I was about to shoot off soon and kept sucking without loosing her Momentum.
After a while, she looked up and watched me settling down.
“I guess you feel more excited watching me working,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb said with a smirk.
“Oh yes,” I screamed, “I never imagined that you must be so good.”
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb was apparently pleased with her Hindu son’s in law compliments as she resumed on my Uncut Hindu Dick and began working deliriously until I eventually closed towards my Hindu explosion.
“I am going to shoot,” I murmured.
My Hindu body trembled in excitement.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb devoured my Uncut Hindu Dick deep inside her Musalmān throat.
I watched my Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, swallow my Hindu semen as I exploded inside her beautiful Musalmān mouth, load after load.
Her hands were slowing down and so was her mouth.
She did not spare even the last drop of my Hindu cum as she hungrily gulped everything she could.
“Thanks Ammījān,” I said as I gasped for breath, “Set me free now at least.”
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb stood up and began wiping her beautiful mm mouth.
“Remember my son,” she said in a very firm voice, “I have just relieved you from your tension. This is a little secret between both of us. I want you not to expect anything more from me. Is that clear?”
“I agree,” I had to agree, at least for present, “Now let me go.”
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb quickly freed my arms.
I glanced at my wrists, which had a few impressions of the tight tie.
“Did I hurt you?” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb sounded concerned.
“Of course not,” I replied smilingly, “That was a wonderful blow iob. But, I am not content anyway.”
I pounced on My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb pushing her onto the couch. My hands cupped her Musalmān breasts and began kneading them.
“Stop this Durgesh,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb screamed, “We have an agreement. If you do anything silly, I will never relieve you again.”
I realized that she was serious.
I slowly removed my hands off her Musalmān breasts and got on my feet.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb watched as I began pulling up my brief and pants without saying anything.
She began setting her dress right and stood up from the couch.
“Try to understand,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb placed her hands on my hair and said, “Only blowJob and nothing more.”
Both My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb and I looked tentative hearing to Muħammad Yåqūb who was calling her.
“Your grandpa is calling,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb said as she began to walk. “Don’t forget. This is our little secret.”
At 65 years, Muħammad Yåqūb still remained the king of the Yåqūb family.
Blessed with wealth and virtues, he epitomized the values of a generation that never jumped the lanes.
He remained honest to the core irrespective of temptations from the earthly world.
Moments after My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb had left my room, I was still sitting recollecting the little erotic encounters I had with Farħān’s grand Ammī and Ammī.
I felt immensely relieved to hear roars of laughter coming from downstairs.
He thought that Nāzimah Yåqūb might be making a complaint about my deeds to the rest of the family members.
I heaved a sigh of relief as I knew that the laughter meant that everything is very much normal in the house.
I took a few more minutes to relax myself before I eventually went downstairs.
I smiled as I saw Nāzimah Yåqūb sitting next to Farħānah’s grandfather in the sitting room.
Through the corner of his eyes, I observed that she was smiling as though nothing had happened on that day.
The sitting room looked like a crowded railway platform.
Apart from my parents, I saw both his paternal uncles sitting with their Musalmān wives.
In addition, I also saw my wife, Farħānah’s aunt Sādiyah Muħammad joining the conversation.
“Come on Durgesh,” Grandpa Muħammad Yåqūb called me, “I hope you do know that today is your grand Ammī ’s birthday?”
I glanced at Farħān’s grand Ammī who struggled hard concealing her smile.
“He was the third person to wish me today,” Nāzimah Yåqūb said.
I looked up and watched the plain expression on Farħān’s grand Ammī’s face.
I felt better as I knew that she had apparently ignored my sexual advances earlier in the day.
“I see,” Muħammad Yåqūb sounded a bit surprised. “I was the first to wish you. Who was the second?”
“Raziyah Kħalīl,” Nāzimah Yåqūb quipped.
Raziyah Kħalīl, daughter of the family Imām, has always remained close to Nāzimah Yåqūb.
Muħammad Yåqūb glanced at my father, Vishvās Shakr Mānav, Vikram Shakr Mānav and Pratap Shakr Mānav, my paternal uncles and his three sons in law who looked thoroughly vivacious.
Every one of them knew that it was their Sāsū Ammī’s birthday, and importance thereof.
Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad’s face was was also brighter.
Yet, the atmosphere in the room was getting tense.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, Durdānah and Ghazālah, the three daughter-in-laws of the Yåqūbs simply looked pale.
Eventually, it was My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, the eldest of the three daughter-in-laws to try and bring some cheer in their conversation again.
“Let’s all celebrate Ammījān’s birthday,” She said. “Where’s the party tonight?”
“No way!” Nāzimah Yåqūb intervened. “You do know we hate going out partying. Our generation is not comfortable about all these things.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Durdānah, the second daughter-in-law yelled out. “Let’s go to some movie.”
Durdānah had always remained a woman crazy about watching movies. Vikram Shakr Mānav, my father, her more than husband, knew that her suggestion was very much ill placed but could not do anything about it.
“What if we order some food from outside?” Ghazālah, the third daughter-in-law made another horrible suggestion.
“My dear children,” Muħammad Yåqūb addressed everybody in the room, “We don’t have any objection if you want to have a bash today. However, we are old. We are comfortable being at home. You can go and enjoy the evening as you please.”
Within minutes, the entire sitting room looked almost deserted as the sons in law and daughters-in-law retreated to their respective rooms.
Muħammad Yåqūb and Nāzimah Yåqūb were the first to leave, prompting their sons in law to ponder about the evening celebrations.
I was about to leave as well but I felt a bit sad seeing Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad sitting alone.
I knew that she always had remained the odd person out in the family when it came to celebrations.
Although, her three brothers in law were not averse to her company, they knew that she was not getting along with their wives.
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ,” I gently placed my hand on her shoulders.
Sādiyah Muħammad turned around and her eyes were glistened with tears.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I know they are all going to enjoy,” Sādiyah Muħammad began to sob, “I will be left alone at home.”
I felt very sad for her.
She was right.
There was no way she could accompany anybody who ventured out from the house.
Although she was mostly responsible for such a stressed relationship, I knew that it was not the appropriate time to make any mention about it.
“You are not going to be alone,” I said, “I am not going anywhere. Why don’t you spend the evening with me?”
“Are you serious, Durgesh?” Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad stood up in surprise.
“Very much,” I said as I pulled out my hanky and began wiping off her tears.
“What are we going to do?” Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad queried.
“Anything which interests you,” I replied and gave a gentle peg on Farħānah’s aunt’s cheeks.
“I can’t wait till the evening,” Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad said with a little smile surfacing on her face.
“I can’t either,” I said before turning around and walking towards my room.
I had a plan to execute. T
he day had started with a gentle boob pressing experience with my wife Farħānah’s grand Ammī and the next thing to happen was the memorable blowJob from her Ammī. I wanted to end the day with a good note by slaying Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad on the bed.
Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad’s life had been in trouble more so after Uncle Naåeem almost ran into bankruptcy.
Her visits became more frequent as every time she expected her parents to come to her family’s rescue from the mess created by her husband.
She was indeed a compassionate and lovable woman and that was one reason why I had eyed her for a sexual encounter sometime.
The entire house looked like haunted in the evening as the Yåqūb sons in law and daughters-in-law had moved out without disclosing where they were going to.
It was Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad and I who gave company to Muħammad Yåqūb and Nāzimah Yåqūb at the dining table during dinner.
The old couples slowly moved into their room leaving their lonely daughter and horny grandson in law at each other’s mercy.
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ,” I called her, “I hope you haven’t forgotten what we discussed in the morning.”
“Of course not,” Sādiyah Muħammad said with a smile, “But it is too late to do anything I presume.”
‘Right time to do what I want’ I thought and smiled.
“We aren’t going anywhere,” I said, “I just want you to come to my room and have a nice time.”
“I hope you aren’t planning to show me any of those boring movie videos,” Sādiyah Muħammad said laughingly.
“Not really,” I said and held her hand before walking towards my room.
Sādiyah Muħammad somehow started realizing the difference in the way I was behaving with her.
However, she presumed the young Hindu man was just trying to give her some genuine support.
My smile didn’t look as innocent as she had known.
There was a twinkle in my eyes and my grip on her wrist was more than that of mere sympathy.
“You look so different today,” Sādiyah Muħammad said as we entered my luxurious room.
“Are you surprised?” I asked as I quietly closed the door and latched it up.
“A little,” Sādiyah Muħammad admitted with a smile.
She wanted to know why I had closed the door but didn’t.
“You have more surprises in store,” I said and inched towards her.
My eyes began gazing her swelling Musalmān breasts underneath her blouse.
I was deliberately letting my eyes gulping them much longer just to ensure that Sādiyah Muħammad is aware.
“Durgesh,” Sādiyah Muħammad spoke in a very low voice, “You shouldn’t be staring at my chest.”
“Why, Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ?” I asked without lifting his eyes off her, “I am sure you must be attracting plenty of attention wherever you go. What is wrong if I watch you?”
“You are my neice, Farħānah’s husband,” Sādiyah Muħammad reminded me, “I feel awkward watching you staring at my chest.”
My eyes weren’t relenting on her Musalmān breasts .
Sādiyah Muħammad realized that my eyes were probing the thin fabric of her sari looking further into her deep Musalmān cleavage.
“Please don’t look any further,” Sādiyah Muħammad ’s hands crossed over her chest in a bid to block my view.
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ,” I commanded, “Strip yourself naked.”
“Don’t you follow me?”
“This is wrong,” Sādiyah Muħammad stammered, “They call this incest. It is sin.”
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad , you are so ignorant,” I said smilingly, “I was able to lay my hands on grand Ammī in the morning.”
“What?” Sādiyah Muħammad was startled, “You mean my Ammī?”
“Of course,” I quipped, “Later in the day, my Sāsū Ammī gave me a wonderful blow job.”
“I don’t believe this,” Sādiyah Muħammad shook her head.
“I want to end the day on a happy note,” I inched closer to her, “I hope you won’t let me use any force on you. That is the last thing I want to do.”
Sādiyah Muħammad stood silent for a few Moments.
She never had any doubts about my ruthless youthful Hindu strength.
However, she did not want to become an easy prey to my Hindu lust.
She realized that I could help her in settling some scores with her intimidating sisters-in-law, including My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, Farħānah’s Ammī.
“Alright,” Sādiyah Muħammad finally spoke, “If that is your wish, I won’t resist. But, you have to promise a few things to me.”
“Don’t worry Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ,” I intervened hurriedly, “I will never disclose about this to anyone in the house.”
Sādiyah Muħammad said laughingly, “I am not unduly worried about that. Neither of us can reveal this to anyone in the family. That is not what I am expecting from you.”
“What do you expect me to do?” I asked impatiently.
“I want you to have sex with Durdānah, Ghazālah and even your Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb,” Sādiyah Muħammad said in a firm voice, “I want you to help me in avenging them for whatever they have done to me.”
“Impossible,” Durgesh smiled cunningly, “How do you expect me to seduce my aunts in law and my Sāsū Ammī?”
“I bet you can,” Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad smirked, “If you can convince me, they are going to easy meat for you.”
“But, you want me to take on my Sāsū Ammī too?” I asked.
“In fact, I want you to take her first,” Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad said laughingly, “Anyway, that won’t be a problem for you. She had just given a nice blow Job today.”
“What if I am unable to do this?” Durgesh asked.
“In that case, today might be the first and last time you ever had sex with me,” Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad said resolutely.
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad !”
“The ball is in your court,” Sādiyah Muħammad smiled and pushed off her sari from her shoulder.
My eyes were pinned to her Musalmān breasts , which were heaving beneath her blouse.
“You can do anything to me today,” Sādiyah Muħammad said as she held her Musalmān breasts with both her hands, “I won’t complain about anything you do. But, I want you to do what I have just said.”
“Ok Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ,” I said finally, “I promise you. I will fuck my Sāsū Ammī and Farħānah’s both aunts too. That is a deal.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Sādiyah Muħammad asked with a wink.
I watched as she stripped her saree, untied her petticoat and undid her blouse hooks.
“Gorgeous!” I exclaimed.
I was simply awed seeing Sādiyah Muħammad stripping naked in front of me.
Her naked jugs looked terrific; her areolas were cherry red; her nipples were thick and hard.
“Come and play,” Sādiyah Muħammad hissed.
I placed his hands on her Musalmān breasts and ran my Hindu thumbs inside her Musalmān cleavage.
“Boy, you know something,” Sādiyah Muħammad gasped and looked down watching my Hindu fingers trailing her naked Musalmān Tits.
I slowly leaned and began long licking her wonderful mounds with her closed eyes, in ecstasy.
Sādiyah Muħammad’s female Musalmān body trembled feeling my warm Hindu lips brushing against her Musalmān flesh.
After gasping in excitement for a while, she quickly grasped me by my head to pull them firmly against her female Musalmān body .
It took hardly a couple of Moments for her to quicken up her Musalmān tongue on my wonderful Uncut Hindu Prick and soon she felt like sucking it.
I saw her Musalmān breasts maddeningly pressing against each other as I laid my Hindu hands on them.
I wasn’t surprised to see that Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad’s magnificent Musalmān breasts were actually bigger than what they seemed under her clothes.
Her aureoles were amazingly large while her thick nipples looked crispy and erect.
“All boys like those,” Sādiyah Muħammad whispered. “You aren’t any exception either.”
“I can’t help,” I replied, “Not really after seeing such a large pair of racks.”
Sādiyah Muħammad blushed seeing the intensity that was glowing in my eyes.
She let out a gentle moan as I kept cupping my hands under her heavy Musalmān breasts.
She threw her head backwards as my Hindu mouth reached out and began working on her nipples, letting my tongue rolling around each aureole.
The more I licked her nipples, the bigger they grew.
The experienced Musalmān woman could easily measure my excitement feeling my huge Hindu bulge pressing against her beautiful Musalmān waist.
As my massive Uncut Hindu Dick kept growing underneath my pants, Sādiyah Muħammad suddenly went on her knees and began undoing my belt.
She soon followed it up by pulling down the pants within no time at all.
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad,” I looked down and said, “I want you to play with me.”
Sādiyah Muħammad smiled as though she wasn’t really requiring my instructions anyway.
I smiled as I watched the sudden awe in her beautiful Musalmān eyes once she rolled down my brief and pulled out my massive Uncut Hindu Dick.
There was no way she might have known how big my Uncut Hindu Dick was.
“Allah!” Sādiyah Muħammad predictably exclaimed.
Her eyes were pinned on my Uncut Hindu Dick for quite a while as though she did not believe what she was seeing.
It was pointing right at her beautiful Musalmān face, and it was a foot long.
Twelve inches, and very thick.
“I guessed that you might be big,” Sādiyah Muħammad said with her eyes widening, “But, this is huge.”
“I am glad you are impressed,” I smirked, “Now, start stroking it.”
Sādiyah Muħammad gleefully reached up to grip my Uncut Hindu Dick by wrapping it around with her right hand.
She soon began sliding her Musalmān fist up and down in short, fast strokes.
I couldn’t resist a gentle moan emanating from his mouth.
Sādiyah Muħammad was apparently enthused by my excitement as she gripped harder picking up her pace showing all her experience in the world.
Sādiyah Muħammad seemed more than willing to obey as she quickly guided my Uncut Hindu Dick towards her beautiful Musalmān mouth.
I kept watching her as her quivering Musalmān lips went about sliding over my Uncut Hindu Shaft until she managed to take the whole length of my Uncut Hindu Dick inside her beautiful Musalmān mouth.
She kept motioning her Musalmān lips all along my Uncut Hindu Dick for a while sucking harder and harder.
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ,” I exclaimed, “You suck like a professional.”
Sādiyah Muħammad never looked like replying to me as she kept herself thoroughly engaged in sucking and licking my magnificent Hindu tool.
I knew that the excitement was getting too much for me as she went about sucking me relentlessly.
I soon exploded into her waiting Musalmān mouth, sending load after load of thick Hindu semen deep inside her throat.
Sādiyah Muħammad kept gulping my Hindu Semen until she got the last drop.
“If you can get hard soon, we need to go to the bed,” Sādiyah Muħammad reminded me.
“With pleasure Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad,” I quickly overcame my exasperation and my hands reached out to cup her Musalmān breasts yet again.
We kept looking deep into each other’s eyes as we began walking towards the bed.
I made her sit on the bed and began getting rid of my clothes, much to the excitement of Sādiyah Muħammad.
She crawled onto the bed and got her legs spread very wide indeed.
I knelt in front of her and asked her, “Are you ready Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ?”
“Tease me,” Sādiyah Muħammad began pleading.
My eyes widened watching her fingers probe her Musalmān Pussy through her dense pubic hair.
Sādiyah Muħammad lay across the bed and I got between them, letting my hardening Uncut Hindu Dick hovering over her moist Musalmān Pussy.
I held my Uncut Hindu Dick with one hand and took it towards her Musalmān love triangle.
“Now, have a go at me,” Sādiyah Muħammad instructed.
Without loosing even a second, I pressed the tip of my Uncut Hindu Dick against her Musalmān Clit.
Sādiyah Muħammad gasped and moaned at once.
I wasn’t less excited as I started rubbing the tip of my Uncut Hindu Dick up and down against her Musalmān Clit gently, at least, to begin with.
As seconds ticked past, I was getting firmer and faster on her.
“Durgesh,” Sādiyah Muħammad murmured in pleasure, “You do know how to please a Musalmān woman.”
I thought for a Moment about the very absurdity of whatever Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad and I were doing at that time; committing ‘incest’(?) and that too in the Yåqūb clan.
Surprisingly, Sādiyah Muħammad wasn’t showing any signs of resent whatsoever as she seemed like thoroughly enjoying the whole thing.
I took a deep breath before guiding my huge head inside her.
Sādiyah Muħammad almost sat up.
“Oh Durgesh,” she moaned.
I kept pushing the Hindu head through her stretching Musalmān lips.
A broad smile flashed all over my face as I managed to send the whole of my Hindu head inside her.
Sādiyah Muħammad’s head swayed either way as she was biting her lip struggling to hold a whimper.
“Hey big Hindu boy,” Sādiyah Muħammad murmured with a brief lusty smile.
She looked up to see how far I had managed to get inside her.
I began giving her a few slow thrusts letting my Uncut Hindu Dick to feel her Musalmān warmth inside her Musalmān Pussy.
After letting my huge Hindu meat stay inside for a few seconds, I gently pulled out my Uncut Hindu Dick completely out.
As Sādiyah Muħammad tried looking up to see what went wrong, I quickly drove it deep inside her Musalmān Pussy all over again.
She squealed and her nude Musalmān legs came around my nude Hindu waist to wrap me.
After a few continuous hard Hindu strokes, I stopped after hitting her Musalmān bottom.
We kept watching each other’s eyes with a smile of pleasure.
I kept repeating these gentle teases for a while before I began working faster and harder.
Soon we were closing in towards just the Momentum more than enough to give both the pleasure of a great fucking session.
I knew the art of changing gears just in time as she went about pounding her mercilessly.
My eyes sparkled in delight watching her Musalmān breasts slamming against each other.
Sādiyah Muħammad’s moans were getting louder and she kept biting her lips every now and then.
Sādiyah Muħammad began pleading after a while,
“Fuck me, Durgesh. Don’t stop for anything.”
My hands eagerly grabbed her Musalmān breasts and began kneading them.
“Yes,” Sādiyah Muħammad whimpered, “Just like that.”
The whole atmosphere went electric with our intermittent moans and squeals.
My Uncut Hindu Dick began swelling inside her Musalmān Pussy and her body wasn’t anywhere behind to her climax.
“I am cumming,” Sādiyah Muħammad screamed.
“Sādiyah Muħammad darling!” I groaned as well.
I was delighted at the prospects of a simultaneous orgasm.
It finally did happen.
My Uncut Hindu Dick was soon bathing in Farħānah’s Aunt’s Musalmān cum after which my Uncut Hindu Dick twitched and exploded into her.
Our bodies stiffened at once.
We gasped and breathed hard.
Drops of my sweat fell on Sādiyah Muħammad ’s Musalmān breasts.
We heaved and sighed in exasperation but with tremendous enjoy.
“You finally had your way,” Sādiyah Muħammad whispered, “Honestly, I enjoyed it too.”
“I know you did,” I said as I gasped for breath.
“Now, you need to chalk out your plan to fulfill your promise.” Sādiyah Muħammad reminded me.
“I know,” I replied and fell over Farħānah’s aunt.
We hugged and remained as we were for quite sometime.
“Let me go,” Sādiyah Muħammad said after sometime, “Your uncles might return anytime.”
“Never,” I replied with a wry smile, “I know them. They might not have even started things as yet.”
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
23. A secret Smile
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
113. Yåqūb Family-1
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13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
35. Saamved: Mantr 1