Ahal-Al Bayt-20Posted: August 9, 2010
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned, as much in shame and humiliation, as in budding Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān pleasure as she thought about the chain of events that had brought her to this place of her incipient adultery.
She had not wanted to go to this party, but her husband, Ålī Abī Tālib, had insisted.
They had only been married for six months, and they had moved into this Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club neighborhood, into a home that they really couldn’t afford.
Her husband, Ålī Abī Tālib, had stressed to her how important it was that he succeeds in his new job, as the vice-president for real estate sales in this new, exclusive Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club subdivision development.
But Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had heard rumors Already, while sunning herself at the Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club pool, of what went on at these parties given by her husband’s boss, and his ‘trophy’ ‘wife’(?), his Outdoor Sex Queen, Kħadījah Muħammad.
Not that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had anything communal in her beliefs, but she had been brought up in the south, and she didn’t think it was totally right for a Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Woman to be married to an Uncut Hindu man.
She could understand, she thought, what Kħadījah Muħammad had seen in me.
I was medium, and was broad-shouldered with a trim waist, and was very muscular and well built, from what she had observed when we were all at the pool party together.
I was reputed to be a Multi Billionaire many times over.
Certainly, Kħadījah Muħammad and I had a huge mansion in the subdivision, and Kħadījah Muħammad drove a new Mercedes convertible around when she went out shopping, which she apparently did on a daily basis.
She had told Ålī Abī Tālib that these private parties were rumored to be really far-out, and even, she had heard, there might be some kind of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Sex or even wife-swapping going on.
“Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Sex is normal now everywhere.” Ålī Abī Tālib smiled to his ultramodern, yet still orthodox, queer combination, Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān wife, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī, “Even educated and understanding Musalmeen have stopped fighting it now.”
“Ålī Abī Tālib!”Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī scolded.
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled,
“It never happened, neither happen still now, because Hindus want to fuck Musalmān Beauties. On the quite contrary, it always happened and still happens because the Musalmān Beauties themselves want to fuck Hindus.”
“Shame on you, Ålī Abī Tālib.”Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked at him contemptuously, “You are also a Musalmān. Never forget it.”
Ålī Abī Tālib laughed,
“Of course, I’m a Musalmān. So what? I should close my eyes on the burning facts?”
“I hate you.”
“What the hell difference does it make to me?” Ålī Abī Tālib smiled, “Close your eyes from the burning facts, and it’ll harm you yourself, not me.”
“I never knew you are so hateful.”
Ålī Abī Tālib laughed.
“You must be crazy.”Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī flared.
“I know you yourself want to enjoy my boss, Durgesh.” Ålī Abī Tālib exploded the bombshell.***
And even then, they blame them to fuck Hindus.
They plan, conspire and even blackmail the Hindus of power to fuck them.
Why Musalmeen waste their precious time in futile activities?
Why Musalmeen are so untrue to even themselves that they can’t see the truth about themselves?
Most of the Musalmeen are either uneducated, or grossly undereducated.
Most of the Musalmeen are either criminals, or at least criminal minded.
They don’t think crime is bad.
Most of the Musalmeen are either unsophisticated, or at least under sophisticated.
Most of the Musalmeen do not have even manners.
Their behavior with their own women is queer.
But, what another option their mankind provide them to lead even a normal progressive modern life, except to woo a Hindu?
What do the wretched Musalmeen want?
Should Musalmān Beauties even not do it?
Why should Musalmān Beauties lose the opportunities to live better, if they can manage it?
Why should Musalmān Beauties pay the price for the foolishness and incompetence of their mankind?
Why shouldn’t they get a better life if they can?
Ålī Abī Tālib reminded her that Durgesh seemed to be pushing his sales career along, and that they were already totally dependent on Ålī Abī Tālib’s monthly draw against his–as so far–unearned sales commissions.
“Just get ready”, he said, “and be sure really to dress up showy; wear your new island print sun dress, with those sexy red strappy sandals that we bought you last weekend.
“And, oh yes, be sure that you have your pedicure redone, you know, have your fingernails and especially your toenails painted a really bright scarlet red to go with your sandals. I know that Durgesh always notices whether or not the Musalmān Beauties who work in the office have their toenails painted a nice red or some dark color.”
“It can’t hurt to please him in that little way, at least.”
So, she had done as Ålī Abī Tālib had asked; she had redone her nails herself, in order to save some money.
She had picked out a really bright, ‘showy’ scarlet nail polish at the local K-Mart, and had re-painted her toenails that morning.
She had fixed her honey-blond hair in a soft style around her face, and had worn the sundress; with the red strappy sandals that Ålī Abī Tālib had wanted her to wear, so that her newly red painted toenails were very visible and apparent.
Looking at herself before they left for the party, she had to admit, to her secret delight, she looked every bit as hot as that trophy wife, Åābidah Sajjād, did.
Now, however, she found herself in a most compromising position and she didn’t know what to do, or where to go.
Durgesh had suggested that they watch some videos after supper.
Durgesh thought she was a little uncomfortable; she went Along with everyone else.
Right away, however, her comfort level went even lower.
Then, Åābidah Sajjād obviously got comfortable by kicking off her sandals, because of what Ålī Abī Tālib had said about toenail polish, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had noted that Åābidah Sajjād’s toe nails were painted a deep rich burgundy wine color, with gold-flecking highlights, and lying back on the lounger.
Åābidah Sajjād wore otherwise only a skimpy halter top, and a sarong style wraparound skirt.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had already noticed that it appeared that Åābidah Sajjād was wearing nothing on either under these items, or at most, almost invisible thong style panties.
So when Durgesh had suggested that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah take off her sandals, she felt as if she had no option but to do so.
She kicked off the sandals before she sat back on the lounger.
As the evening went on, and the videos became increasingly, explicitly pornographic, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could now see her husband Ålī Abī Tālib and one Åābidah Sajjād on the chaise lounge on the over side of the large game room, where they had become more and more entwined in each other.
Though the room was dark except for the light from the TV screen, it was clear that Durgesh and Åābidah Sajjād were engaged in some heavy petting at the very least; if she was not mistaken.
From the sounds they were both making, it was clear that they weren’t discussing world politics, and unless she was mistaken, Åābidah Sajjād was moaning up into Durgesh‘s mouth, as their lips and tongues meshed together.
Durgesh was already kissing her.
Durgesh, Though she had not opened her mouth for him yet, but his tongue was licking around her lips, and up and down her neck and around her ear lobes.
Despite her intentions not to do so, she was becoming aroused, when suddenly Durgesh pushed her back into the lounge they were on, and flipped up the hem of her skirt.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was so excited, and so engrossed in her thoughts, that she never noticed when Durgesh had finished with Åābidah Sajjād, and when did he reach Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī.
She had not worn any bra with the sundress, at Ålī Abī Tālib’s urging, but she had put on her newest thong panty.
She tried to stop my insistent Hindu hand, but she didn’t want to make any kind of scene.
She remembered all too well that her and Ålī Abī Tālib’s livelihood depended on this Hindu man’s good will.
While she was trying to hold my probing Hindu hand from going further up her skirt, however, with my other hand, I pulled down the strap on her dress so that I pulled the top right off of one of her large breasts, and her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān breast, with the nipple Already prominently aroused, popped out.
I immediately moved my searching Hindu mouth down, and took that nipple between my lips and started sucking it with swirling motion of my tongue.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī gasped in shock, but yes, aroused as well, as her nipples were one of her “hot turn-on” buttons.
She was so immersed in what my mouth was doing with her nipple that she lost track of my Hindu hand under her dress. ***
Just as suddenly, as I had taken down her bodice, I hooked my finger around the band of her thong, and before she was aware of what I had done, I had pulled her thong down below her knees.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī grabbed for her panties, but then I pulled down her top again, and now Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was nude from the waist up.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī grabbed for her top, but only succeeded in losing my hand, and with another sudden move, I had her thong off her bare feet.
Now Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī regretted that she had followed my suggestion that she take off her sandals and make herself comfortable reclining back on the lounger.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī realized that All Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī now had on was her sun dress, and it was too bunched up around her waist.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī knew that she had to get up now, and get away from me, even if it meant that Ålī Abī Tālib would lose his job, or I would try something even more daring and intimate with her, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was sure of it.
But even as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī struggled to get up from her semi-reclining position on the lounger, her eyes widened with another new shock as I, smirking with an obscenely amused look, waved her thong in front of her eyes.
Suddenly, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī realized she was already trapped in this situation.
Ålī Abī Tālib would never believe that she had not willingly consented to be, where Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī now was, and even though he was obviously not paying any attention to what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī and I were doing, he would be furious with her for her willing infidelity, with me.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī thought all of it instantly as a flash.
From the look in my eyes, she was sure, I would claim that we had already done much more, and Ålī Abī Tālib, even if he denied it to her, would believe that story, especially with her now naked and already wet lubricating genital area.
Why Musalmeen are still as backward as they are?
Is Islam responsible for it?
Even Durgesh says NO.
It did not happen naturally.
The conspirators always managed to keep the balance of power in their own side by hook or crook.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī glanced over at the other lounger, where it was clear that Rājesh Rājpoot and Nādirah Sajjād, the younger sister of Åābidah Sajjād, were actually fucking.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī could see that Rājesh Rājpoot was between Nādirah Sajjād’s outstretched thighs, as he hunched his Hindu groin up against Nādirah Sajjād’s obviously willing naked Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī couldn’t make any outcry now.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī couldn’t call attention to her predicament.
Ålī Abī Tālib would be more than furious with her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī could only hope that Rājesh Rājpoot‘s involvement with Nādirah Sajjād, and Ålī Abī Tālib’s interest in Nādirah Sajjād and Rājesh Rājpoot, would be so complete, that Ålī Abī Tālib wouldn’t notice his wife’s own nakedly exposed genitals.
I whimpered to her in a harsh undertone,
“Your husband’s immensely interested in Rājesh Rājpoot fucking Nādirah Sajjād, you know!”
Nonetheless, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī still tried to sit up.
But I pushed the lounger into a fully reclined position, and just as suddenly as I had moved before, he slid my Uncut Hindu Cock head down her nearly nude body, until my Uncut Hindu Prick hovered just over her already moistly spread cunt- lips.
“Allah, what are you doing, Durgesh?’ Don’t do that, please don’t!” Even as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī pleaded with me, however, her breath abruptly caught in her throat, as my Uncut Hindu Prick hard, rod-like, but insistent, started making small circles around the junction of her thighs with her pelvis.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī shivered with an involuntary start as my searching Uncut Hindu Lund slowly worked its way to the warm, already moistly glistening crevice between her trembling legs.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī squirmed silently in a half-hearted attempt to get away from my rubbing, searching Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Uuuuuuargh…. Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! oh my god,… what are you … no, no, …. stoppppp …” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī moaned again, this time in hopeless arousal, as even her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body betrayed her.
Despite her efforts, her shuddering loins now thrust forward, seeking maximum contact with her tormentor’s stabbing Uncut Hindu Lund, as it pushed its way into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Vaginal passage.
When Ålī Abī Tālib had tried this with her, she had stopped him immediately, much to his hidden relief, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī came to realize that Ålī Abī Tālib didn’t really want to do it, but just thought as a ‘good’ lover, he had to attempt it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī thought, she should be ashamed of herself for not only what was being done to her, but also for being so passionately aroused by it.
But Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī couldn’t help the sensations that went through her body like so many electric shock waves.
Her breath came from her open gasping mouth, in tiny almost painful pants, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī pressed her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān face into the lounger cushions to muffle her rising groans of passion, as I began to work my Uncut Hindu Prick in and out of her now very wet, and open Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt’s passage.
I pulled my waist up slightly and with a rapid up-and-down pushing motion, began to work her pulsating Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt and Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Clit, rubbing and pushing at first one and then the other crazily, with my Uncut Hindu Penis contrasting so vividly with her nakedly white buttocks, as her buttocks swayed back and forth Almost out of control.
Her state of excitement reached new heights of fevered passion as her husband’s Uncut boss now withdrew my Uncut Hindu Penis from her slit passage, and centered my attention solely on her throbbing bud of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Clitoris, rubbing it up and down, and pushing it with a slow, but steady rhythm that threatened to drive her over into a quivering mass of concentrated passion.
“Oh…oh…oh, uuuuh,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī moaned in increasingly loud tones.
The heels of her feet dug into the cushion of the lounger, and her red-painted toes arched up, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī levered her helplessly pulsating Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt up into my groin.
Her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt opened ever wider, as I continued to work my Uncut Hindu Prick up and down, up and down, up and down, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was unconscious of any other thing in the world, but the rhythmic stoking of my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was gasping for breath repeatedly, as she stiffened with the realization that she was about to have a climax on my Uncut Hindu Penis.
She concentrated on that feeling as it began to wash up from her feet, threatening to drown her in a flood of passion.
I grinned victoriously as I realized her sudden imminent climax, and raised my waist from her wide-open Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt slit.
I smiled a lewd, yet loving, smile at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah , then bowing my waist again, I took her throbbing Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Clit against my Uncut Hindu Prick.
I now shifted up over her, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah lay still beneath me, her white thighs spread wide, her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt wet with her flowing juice, and open to me.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked down as I pulled down my shorts, allowing my massive Uncut Hindu cock to flop free.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was stunned, as she could see that even in its semi-hard condition, it was Already half again as big as Ålī Abī Tālib’s dick.
It was so Uncut, it was so brown, and my uncut foreskin could not hide the fact that the big bulbous Hindu head was even bigger around that the rest of it.
With one hand, I continued to pin her shoulders to the lounger while my other hand guided that huge brown-Uncut Hindu knob to her already openly wet Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips, and using the head like a battering ram, pushed my way past the swollen red flanges of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
“Now we’re going to fuck, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī darling, just like I’m your husband and you are my wife.”
“Oh, now, please don’t do that to me, you know I’m a newlywed. Besides, I’m not on the pill, I can’t use it, you can’t do this, you can’t get inside me and cum…. you could make me pregnant.”
Without making any verbal response, I pressed my now rigidly stiff Uncut Hindu Cock down against her still tight opening, getting the huge Uncut head lodged just inside her.
“Oooooooh,” escaped from her wide-open mouth, without will, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt my huge, now iron hard thick Uncut Hindu Cock pressing, seeking full admittance through the tight elastic little opening of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Slit.
I pushed again, slowly, but surely, dominating my way into her.
“No, please stop, please don’t,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī whimpered uselessly, as the huge throbbing Hindu head slid through, stretching cruelly the small rubbery entrance until her white thighs were forced even more open from the sheer outward pressure.
Her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt’s passage felt as though it were being split apart.
I fell completely down on her, my upper body weight crushing her engorged extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān breasts and nipples to the sides of her ribcage.
I thrust my hips forward at the same time, and my long Uncut, wrist-thick pulsating Uncut Hindu Cock slipped down through the tight hot walls of her contracting Sunni Musalmān Pussy, pushing aside the smoothly giving flesh like the rippling waves before the bow of a speeding ship.
“Please stop, Durgesh, please stop.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī cried again, not really caring who heard her.
To her surprise, I paused momentarily, and pulled slightly back.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked up at me, with her surprise showing on her face.
“You know what, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah , baby, I’m only half way in, and you are as tight as a virgin; is this about as much as you’re accustomed to from Ålī Abī Tālib?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked down between our bodies, as I lifted up from her slightly, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was struck instantly with the stark contrast between her so-white stomach and thighs, and my Uncut Hindu Cock now thrust half-way up inside her.
It caused such an immediate sensual reaction that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī involuntarily pushed her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān pelvis up against me in an unconscious need to have more of me inside her.
I thrust my Uncut battering Hindu rod again into her as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī watched, and then again, and backing out slightly, then again, as my rock-hard Uncutness went ever deeper into her yielding Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān softness.
There was no stopping me now, as the resilient Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān walls of her clasping Vagina parted for my Hindu hardness and then slipped over and then wetly enclosed the full length of my surging Uncut Hindu Cock, as I bottomed out in her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was so full, so painfully full, that she felt like my Uncut Hindu Cock had gone into her stomach.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt opened and stretched.
She had never been so filled by any man, although there had only been a few, and it seemed as if she had been ripped and torn open; as if her insides were being pushed aside for my invading Uncut Hindu Cock.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī tried to clench her Sunni Musalmān Pussy walls together to keep me from embedding myself further into her cervix, but it was useless.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī could feel every ridge of flesh on my Uncut Hindu Cock as it expanded and buried itself more deeply into her that she had ever imagined possible.
My hungry mouth clamped down hard on her painfully contorted lips as I began a slow rocking motion, in and out, between her widely thrust thighs.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah , the Almost virgin newlywed wife, could feel her tight narrow Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt’s passage widening with each long smooth stroke of my Uncut Hindu hugeness into her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī groaned with her now helpless surrender beneath me.
Once again, her young Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body began involuntarily to react, with the flames of, for her at least, forbidden desire, even more irresistible than those feelings that my Uncut Hindu Prick and mouth had brought her to earlier.
There was no reason to resist, to hold herself back for her husband’s sake.
Even if he did know, he probably wouldn’t stop my fucking of his wife.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī suspected that Ålī Abī Tālib had anticipated All Along that this evening would lead to what was happening.
Ålī Abī Tālib’s insistence on her appearance, on his insistence that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī wear the red toe nail polish that Durgesh wanted his ‘Musalmān Beauties’ to wear.
All these things suddenly imprinted on her that Ålī Abī Tālib had, if not intended for this to happen, at least didn’t want her to make a scene that would adversely impact his job if and when it did happen.
At this point, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew that she had lost her battle, such as it was, with her naiveté and her newlywed’s conscience.
the obscene thought of her total surrender to this Uncut Hindu stranger sent ever increasing tremors running Along the base of her spine, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt me increase the slowly driving rhythm of my long plunging Hindu strokes in and out of her now openly flowering Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Her now totally aroused Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body began to follow my lead, and to move in counterpoint, in passionately abandoned jerks, with my strokes in and out, raising her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt up to me to give me better access to her body.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī opened her mouth, allowing me to invade and possess it, just as I was using and possessing her warm, now willing, Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī twisted and opened her thighs as wide as she could, to give me even more access to her, to get my Uncut Hindu Cock even deeper into her, if possible.
She did it as I continued to plunge my massive throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock down and again, deeper and deeper, making her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt open and widen for me in total acceptance, as if she had never been fucked before.
“Oh, Oh, Allah, Yā Allaaaaaaah! yesssss…yesss, like that, uf yessss, like that, give it All to me, fuck it deepest in me,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī cried with abandon up into my greedy mouth, surprising herself with her first ever use of that word, and with her now abandoned surrender to my hard-driving use of her.
In willing acceptance, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī lifted her legs up above my back, so that she could see, over my back, her red toe nail polish glistening in the reflected light, as her feet jerked back and again, as my Uncut Hindu Cock plowed up and down, shining with the moisture from her soaking wet Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
I continued to pump back and in.
As Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī moaned deep in my mouth, the electric shocks ran up from her arching toes and feet, throughout her entire Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had her first ever Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Clitoral stimulation orgasm with a man’s Uncut Hindu Cock inside her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was used to Ålī Abī Tālib cumming very quickly in her, and then using his fingers and hand to bring her to her climax, if he wasn’t too tired, that is, to do so.
To her immense surprise, then, I didn’t even slow down, as I felt her climax tighten her Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips around me.
I just continued to stroke into and out of her, thrusting from the tips of my toes, with all my strength into her.
Her body continued to shake and move in synchronicity with my buffeting Uncut Hindu Cock as I kept on thrusting, thrusting, in and out, in and out.
I reached down, and putting my hands behind Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s knees, I pushed them back against her sides and extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān breasts, as I started now pounding deep full strokes into her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah panted and grabbed my ass, with her hands trying to pull me deeper inside her as our hips slap together.
I now started a hard thrusting tempo, the sounds of skin slapping skin and the light creaks of the lounger cushions a counterpoint to the sounds of flesh slapping together.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah can feel the simmering fire of arousal deep in her belly begin blowing out of control, the tingling tension, as her second climax started running through her body with mind-altering force.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cried out in total surrender to me,
“Ooooh, Durgesh, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me hard. ”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel me thrusting ever harder and deeper as my balls slap against her upraised butt and legs.
It was obvious; however, that I was not getting deep enough to suit me, as I backed off enough to hook my forearms around the back of her legs at her knees.
I levered her legs back to her big tits, mashing them against the front of her legs.
I now have her bent double at the waist, and was fucking her harder than she had ever been screwed before.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was moaning now with deep guttural, Almost animal sounds, crying out with uncontrollable passion, as she had one climax after another.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was reaching for the ceiling with her little feet, as her toes clenched and curled in the age-old reflex, her scarlet toenail polish glistening in the reflected light.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was in her own personal sexual heaven, as the simmering fire started back up toward the inevitable explosion of another climax.
The swirling thoughts went through Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind, like fireflies on a hot summer night.
*This is what I needed, and didn’t even know it, this is the kind of sex I must have, this will become my obsession*, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought. *I know that I’ll do whatever Durgesh wants of me, if he just cares enough to ask me to do it, just so that he will fuck me again like this. *Ålī Abī Tālib has started something here, and he may not be happy with what he has created.*
These exquisite thoughts blended and merged into yet another pulsating throbbing climax, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her Sunni Musalmān Pussy pull and clip at My thrusting Hindu rod.
Now Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt that I was going even harder and faster as I slammed my Uncut Hindu Dick as deepest into her as I could.
“Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā . . . I’m cumming.” I yelled out as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the first jet of my Hindu Vīrý gushing, so warm and deepest into the bottom of her wide-open Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān cervix.
All thoughts about the risk of pregnancy, from a Hindu, had vanished from her mind.
After the first time I had fucked her, I had taken her by the hand, and led her upstairs to a bedroom with an oversized king bed, so that we could, as I said,
“Get some good fucking room.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had looked over toward where Rājesh Rājpoot and Nādirah Sajjād had been fucking, but they were still all inter-twined, and Ålī Abī Tālib never once looked at her, although it was not possible that he was not aware that she had just been fucked goofy by me.
Allah, was he ashamed of himself now?
But, what’s the difference now?
It has happened.
It has happened already.
She has tasted Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.
Now, even she can’t deny:
‘Once with Durgesh, all else is trash.’
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī knew then that Ålī Abī Tālib had intended for this outcome to happen, to appease his boss, he had made her a sacrifice to my desire to use her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body in any way that I wanted.
That outcome, however, was now O.K. with her, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī realized just how much she was missing from the love-making between her and Ålī Abī Tālib.
She had missed actually the life itself.
And she was determined now, not to miss it any more.
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
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
105. The women in my life
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
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