Ahal-Al Bayt-4:Satisfaction

Posted: March 26, 2010 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Kħadeejah Muħammad, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex |3 Comments

Chapter 4

Satisfaction

This was it!

Pure animal attraction.

I didn’t say another word.

I just got up, and started to undress.

None of us both knew that her husband, Muħammad Åbdullah, had entered there in the meantime, and watching us both fascinatedly.

“Durgesh!” Kħadījah Muhammad laughed.

I threw my clothes on the floor as Kħadījah Muhammad stared at my Hindu erection.

Kħadījah Muhammad didn’t touch it immediately.

Totally ignoring it, Kħadījah Muhammad said:

“Chalo, sābun lagā do ab.” Kħadījah Muhammad stood up as she said it.

Kħadījah Muhammad was such a tease!

But hey, I didn’t mind.

Let it to be slow and sensual, if she wants it that way.

I stepped into the tub and picked up the bar of soap.

Kħadījah Muhammad turned around and was facing me now, staring right into my eyes.

I put the bar of soap in one hand and started from her chest.

My left hand was helping produce more lather.

I moved my hands all over her upper body and Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits.

I squeezed her nipples.

They were still erect, twisted outward, and upward.

As I moved closer to her to rub her back, my Uncut Hindu Cock touched her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān crotch, but Kħadījah Muhammad didn’t move back.

Neither of us said a word.

As blatant as this sex session was, there were still some isues that we had to deal with.

And this was very, very weird.

Kħadījah Muhammad inched closer to me so my Uncut Hindu Prick constantly touched her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah Muhammad was a little shorter than I was.

Kħadījah Muhammad was periodically jumping up.

So her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy rubbed my Uncut Hindu Cock repeatedly.

I knew,

The Sālī was doing it deliberately and enjoying it very much.

Kħadījah Muhammad was practically begging of me for sex!

By now, this was probably purely sexual for her too, rather than psychological.

True that Kħadījah Muhammad started it to keep me around, but I guess Kħadījah Muhammad had fallen prey to her own sexual desires.

After I got done with her upper body, I stooped down.

Without saying anything, I moved my hands toward her extremely beautiful gorgeous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

I was still facing her, and my head was now at her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy level.

My eyes were focused on the hair-covered doorway to her Jannat-e-Firdaus, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān heaven.

I was now slowly rubbing soap on her extremely gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān butt, with my fingers scaling her extremely beautiful gorgeous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass crack.

“Mmm…” Kħadījah Muhammad moaned as I saw her tilt her head up in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ecstasy and close her eyes.

My hands made their way to the front.

I took the soap bar and moved it up and down her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy line.

Kħadījah Muhammad squirmed.

“Hindu Shaytaan. Bésharm Hindu.” Kħadījah Muhammad giggled.

I moved my fingers on the sides of her meaty Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I parted her lips and probed the area thoroughly with my Uncut Hindu Penis.

Kħadījah Muhammad was still moaning with ecstasy.

Focusing on the task at hand, I continued to lather her legs and feet.

“Time to wash it off.” I said as I got up and turned the shower head on.

Her husband, Muħammad Åbdullah was enjoying watching us very much.

He wished me to ram her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah Muħammad very much.

Kħadījah Muhammad stepped under the water as I bathed her.

My erect Uncut Hindu Cock kept rubbing her extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān stomach.

I washed her from top to bottom.

I penised her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy and fondled with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits.

It was all so exciting!

All the while, her eyes stared straight onto mine, even as I moved around every inch of her body, trying to ‘wash’ her.

Kħadījah Muhammad couldn’t have cared less about the soap.

Kħadījah Muhammad just kept staring at me with her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lust.

Whenever I stood up and facing her, Kħadījah Muhammad kept jumping up so my erect Uncut Hindu Cock touched her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah Muhammad didn’t waste even one opportunity for this Uncut Hindu Cock-to-Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy touch.

And this is where intercourse happened.

I was now rubbing her back even though I was face to face with her, staring lustily into her eyes.

My hands were around her back, with the water from the shower falling on it.

Kħadījah Muhammad had done one of her jumps and was now practically standing on my Uncut Hindu Cock!

Kħadījah Muhammad had actually crept up, and brought my Uncut Hindu Cock down with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy deliberately.

We were literally about a quarter of an inch apart now, with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs firmly planted on my chest, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy pressing my Uncut Hindu Cock down from the outside and her eyes fixated on mine.

Pretending to rub her back, I pulled her towards me.

“Oooohh…” Her eyes went upward as Kħadījah Muhammad sighed with passion.

I slowly and softly pushed her toward the wall.

Kħadījah Muhammad understood what I wanted.

I wasn’t moving her away from me, I just wanted her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy to get tilted enough so my Uncut Hindu Cock could enter it.

So Kħadījah Muhammad hunched back and spread her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān legs.

My Uncut Hindu Cock sprang free from under her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips, ready to penetrate her.

Kħadījah Muhammad closed her eyes and muttered dreamily:

“Chod do mujhé, Durgesh, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties.”

“Chod do usé.” Muħammad Åbdullah whispered, “Chod dālo usé, Durgesh. Voh mérī bīwī hai. I order you, fuck her. Fuck my wife till you both exist.”

There was about a split second of silence.

My entire life flashed right before my eyes.

This was akin to immortality for me.

Or rather, a rebirth forever.

I was about to penetrate the Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman, I had idolized all my life.

I had loved her, respected her, and most of all: lusted after every inch of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

I am no Oedipus; I had wanted to do her ever since I had known what sex was!

And the time had come.

Time for me to be born again.

As Kħadījah Muhammad spread her legs with her back against the wall, her eyes remained closed.

I pulled her lower back toward me, and slowly made a push against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Her entire body shook as Kħadījah Muhammad kept her eyes closed tight!

The head of my Uncut Hindu Cock was now inside the Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy!

Kħadījah Muhammad moaned with Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān pleasure.

A soft, relieving moan came out of her mouth as I buried my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy deepest.

Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.

Her eyes were still closed, but Kħadījah Muhammad screamed:

“Chod daalo mujhe!!! Durgesh, Chod daalo mujhe!!! Please! Please! I was dying for it. Chod daalo mujhe!!! Mérī jān!”

And I obliged!

Letting go of my emotion, I realized how sexual this Moment was.

I was fucking Kħadījah Muħammad standing up.

I began to thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock as further inside her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān passageway to her Jannat-e-Firdaus, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān heaven, as I could.

The sounds of “thump, thump, thump, thump” were now dominant in the bathroom, drowning the sounds of the running water.

“Ahhhhhh…” I let out a huge grunt.

Muħammad Åbdullah clapped silently, in appreciation.

My abdomen was crashing real hard against her fupa.

“Hindu Param Chudakkađ ! Ārām sé!” Kħadījah Muhammad screamed.

I was smiling to hear these kinds of words from the mouth of my saintly Kħadījah Muhammad and half aroused.

More aroused than shocked I should say.

“Kħadījah Muhammad…I love you.” I grunted.

“I love you too Doolhā Bhāī. Phāđ dālo mérī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.”

Sweat was now rolling down the sides of both of our foreheads.

I wanted to hold my cum in as long as possible.

I had no concerns about her getting pregnant.

Kħadījah Muhammad was probably menopausal, and honestly, I just didn’t care.

It was better for me if Kħadījah Muħammad got pregnant from me.

Kħadījah Muhammad knew what to do with her body.

Yet I was way more experienced than Kħadījah Muħammad was.

I was sure Kħadījah Muhammad knew how to handle herself.

My one hand was on her shoulder to support her and the other was on her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy might have been wide but standing up, Kħadījah Muhammad had a tight grip around my normal sized Uncut Hindu Cock.

It felt like someone was squeezing it with a fist.

‘Thump, thump, thump…”

We kept fucking without any further discussion, but with endless arrays of her profanity laden Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lust sounds.

“Hai Mār dālā! Mérī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot….”

These yells was extremely erotic.

The amazing thing was I hadn’t needed any lubrication.

Yes, we were showering but water and soap alone shouldn’t have been enough.

After all, I was sure Kħadījah Muhammad hadn’t had sex in a while.

But I guess Kħadījah Muhammad was just so turned on, that her and mine pre-cum was enough.

“Aray Kħadījah Muhammad, ko chod diyāaaaaaaa ék Hindu ne…” Kħadījah Muhammad yelled.

I kept pumping.

“Bésharm Hindu , Hindu Shaytan, de mujhe apna Uncut Hindu Lund! De! De!”

“Ahhh…” I let out a huge moan.

We fucked the entire rest of the day.

We continued fucking entire night too.

Muħammad Åbdullah was amazed at our lust.

In the morning, I was about to ejaculate.

And ejaculate I did!

My entire body jerked as I blew my load inside her hot steaming Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

I jerked once, then a second time, and then a third time.

The spasms in my Uncut Hindu Cock were almost endless.

Kħadījah Muhammad was moving with my spasms.

“Ahhh… Ahhh…” I panted as I continued to cum inside her.

“Aa, aa ja, chod de, aa ja…” Kħadījah Muhammad screamed.

Her body moved with my every cumming Hindu spasm.

I was now completely out of breath and even though Kħadījah Muhammad was crossing her legs, my Hindu cum was now dripping from inside her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

But I was still hard and I continued my inward thrusts to make her feel good.

And Kħadījah Muhammad was on the verge of orgasm too.

“Ouuiieeee…” Kħadījah Muhammad screamed.

My head was now resting on her shoulders, as my chest was pressed against her naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits tightly.

I was supporting her from the back and thrusting my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her with force.

I wanted to fuck her like the little whore Kħadījah Muhammad was.

In my Hindu wildness, I got so aggressive that I grabbed her hair and pulled on it.

“Oh let go of my hair!” Kħadījah Muhammad said in English as Kħadījah Muhammad gasped and our crotches kept bumping: thump, thump, thump.

But I didn’t stop.

With every inward thrust, I pulled her hair harder.

“Ahhh.. Hindu Param Chudakkađ, chod de! Chod daal.” Kħadījah Muhammad was now responding positively to my hair pulling.

And I guess this is what put her over the top.

“Chod! Chodo! Chodo, Durgesh, Kħadījah Muħammad ko! Chodo! Chodo! Chodo! Chodo!” Kħadījah Muhammad yelled.

Until now, her hands were around my back, trying to get a good grip, but now Kħadījah Muhammad moved her left hand to her hair, pulling at her hair.

Kħadījah Muhammad was now screaming and almost bawling with pain.

But I didn’t stop.

How could I stop before Kħadījah Muhammad came?

I was now biting at her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits.

“Ouueee bésharmī Hindu!” Kħadījah Muhammad screamed.

I continued to squeeze her nipples and pull at her hair.

And soon Kħadījah Muhammad came.

With one huge vibration of her body, Kħadījah Muhammad let out a huge moan:

“Ahhhhhh…. Main mar gayee.”

With this, her extremely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body took multiple spasms as Kħadījah Muhammad came all over my Uncut Hindu Dick.

I didn’t notice her cum.

it was now probably mixed with mine and the water falling on our bodies.

But I could really feel her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān orgasm.

Kħadījah Muhammad was now totally exhausted herself and just hugged me tight.

We were still standing skin to skin in the bathroom.

“Raja, Durgesh, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya! I love you…” Kħadījah Muhammad whispered.

“Kħadījah Muhammad, I love you more…” I answered back.

I then slowly made her sit down in the tub and I sat with her.

I had now turned the water off and we could lay in the tub.

I sat back and I made her sit in front of me, with her back towards me.

My Uncut Hindu Dick was still up and was now rubbing her back as Kħadījah Muhammad threw herself at me.

I held her tightly in my Hindu arms and caressed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits and her entire body.

“Doolhā Bhāī, tum mujhé chhođ ké to nahīn jāogé?” Kħadījah Muhammad asked in a depressed way.

“Kħadījah Muħammad, yeh sab tum ne is liyé kiya hai?” I pushed her off and said in a harsh tone.

“Aray, nahīn nahīn nahīn… main to waise hī poochh rahī thi…” Kħadījah Muhammad gasped and made up an answer.

But I didn’t care.

I couldn’t have cared.

I could have stayed as long as Kħadījah Muhammad wanted me to, as long as I got to do this with her.

After resting for about half an hour silently, Kħadījah Muhammad said:

“Bed pe chalein? Abhī ŧheek se nahīn huā. I mean, ‘dil abhi bhara nahin’.” she said in tarannum, melody, “Aur chodo mujhe, please! Fuck me till we both exist. I can’t believe you are really 61, and I am 28. You have even more lust than the persons of my age group. None of them is as capable as you are sexually. Let’s do it once more on bed.”

I smiled, winked at her and keeping my Uncut Hindu Penis still into her cunt deepest, took her on my arms.

She kissed me happily.

I sauntered to her bedroom to fulfill her ambition, more and more, till she wanted.

Even when I am 61 years, male of a average height, with muscular built body, it’s sure extremely beautiful Musalmān women like to take me to hotel.

No extremely beautiful Musalmān woman ever introduced me to her father.

Though a number of extremely beautiful Musalmān women have torn bedsheets with me, fucked me in bed, sofa, bath tub, beneath shower etc etc.

May be they don’t find me caring.

Anyway, I am married now for almost two years.

My friend Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife Åāýéshah is a gift of Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā for me.

Åāýéshah is the most gorgeous extremely beautiful Musalmān woman in my life.

It was a tragedy that I had to rape her.

She can be explained as something to fuck till the end and finally it will be found, there is no end for her.

She is always on and on and on.

She is around 5’2’’,possess a porn like figure.

Anybody says only thing seeing her that is fuck her like rabbit.

Her complexion is like milk and having best body to fit model dress.

Her only weakness is my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her presentation was too quite appealing.

Actually, after one and a half year I feel I know very little about her.

Actually, I said naa, I am not much interested in someone’s personal life, even in my friend Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife ’s too.

Gradually I find little changes in her attitude as she is being more expressive regarding her likes, dislikes in bed and all.

She sometimes discussed very openly regarding young Hindu boys and she even tried to tease me saying, this Hindu guy may lust more or may have bigger Uncut Hindu Cock than even mine.

I knew it was because I raped her.

Åāýéshah had already tasted four Uncut Hindu Penis then, mine, Shankar’s, Niranjan’s, and Vikram’s.

She teased My friend Muħammad Åbdullah every now and then,

“I’m a modern Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Draupadī, my dear husband! Like Draupadī now, I too have five husbands, you, Durgesh, Shankar, Niranjan and Vikram.”

Actually, she knew very well my capability in bed.

Åāýéshah is more than happy for that.

Actually we both like to add new things in our sex life.

But still I felt she needs me more and more.

Even her husband, my friend Muħammad Åbdullah was very much jealous of me.

In his opinion, ‘that was not her problem.

‘Anybody will lose control if she always finds every eye is checking her boobs, navel, ass, legs.

People never lose any opportunity to give her the best treatment wherever Åāýéshah goes.

Åāýéshah likes the madness in others for her.’
Finally, my friend Muħammad Åbdullah thought that I needed to do something for her.

“Åāýéshah must get what she deserves.” My friend Muħammad Åbdullah smiled gravely, “ Actually I feel this kind of extremely beautiful Musalmān woman must be fucked for twenty four hours in her every possible Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hole. If that is not, she is missing something and some Hindu in the world is missing his share of dream Sunni Musalmān fuck.”

Slowly, my friend Muħammad Åbdullah too was enjoying seeing his extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife, Åāýéshah, chatting, teasing other Hindus, laughing with them.

Here the journey begins.

This is when we were in Jeddah for our first honeymoon.

Don’t get confused.

Åāýéshah is my friend Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife, Not mine.

Yet, I was utmost necessary integral part of this honeymoon.

Actually, it was the first anniversary of my rape of my friend Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife Åāýéshah.

Both Åāýéshah and Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to celebrate it as Åāýéshah’s honeymoon with—well, with not only me, with entire Hindus.

Surprised?

Don’t.

It was Åāýéshah’s idea to protest her rape to her husband Muħammad Åbdullah.

Muħammad Åbdullah had to consent to it.

Otherwise, Åāýéshah had threatened to divorce Muħammad Åbdullah.

Muħammad Åbdullah simply could not afford it.

Why?

Hell, I don’t know, neither I damn care to know it.

“You are a fool, impotent!” I told Muħammad Åbdullah as soon as Åāýéshah threatened him.

“You don’t know anything, Durgesh!”

“Neither I care to.”

“Because, your life is not at stake, it’s mine.”

“Damn you, impotent.”

“I’m not impotent, you know. I sodomize Åāýéshah, when you fuck her. I fuck Åāýéshah when you sodomize her. How can an impotent do it?”

“Idiot, Åāýéshah is your wife.”

“Yet, I can’t satisfy her immense lust for Uncut Hindu Cock. Only you can do it.”

“Then leave her to me only. Divorce Åāýéshah.”

“That’s the problem.” Muħammad Åbdullah smiled helplessly, “I can’t do it either. Åāýéshah’d destroy me.”

“As if you are not destroyed already, bloody fool!”

As always Åāýéshah was in her best mood to kill anybody by her appealing, sexy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān attitude, exposing something for the Hindu viewers.

Muħammad Åbdullah was little nervous and was not sure whether he would be able to do all those things he planned for her.

Will Åāýéshah cooperate or will she start thinking something odd about him.

After thinking a lot, Muħammad Åbdullah left it on luck.

He was carrying his digital camera and laptop with him for this special purpose.

We reached Jeddah airport at 3.30pm.

We had booking at hotel Honeymoon Star.

After check in there, Muħammad Åbdullah asked Åāýéshah to take rest.

In that time, he went to see one of his friends staying there. ā

In the evening around six, Muħammad Åbdullah came to hotel along with his friend called Jagannāth Yogtantrdhar.

Muħammad Åbdullah knew Jagannāth Yogtantrdhar since last five years.

He was a software engineer.

Basically he was an Indian.

For his profession he stayed in Jeddah.

He was around 5’8”, handsome Hindu guy.

Muħammad Åbdullah was sure his wife, Åāýéshah, will be wet seeing Jagannāth Yogtantrdhar.

Åāýéshah welcomed us in a positive way.

She was happy seeing an Indian there with us.

We started some general talking, about his profession, lifestyle etc etc.

One thing Muħammad Åbdullah could see clearly in Jagannāth Yogtantrdhar’s eyes that he liked what he was seeing.

Åāýéshah was in blue chiffon sari with matching sleeveless blouse that was very low cut from front and just a strap at back.

Her nice pair of boobs were ready for a well suck.

Her firm heavy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass which added some more spice to her looks ,seemed to give challenges to both of Jagannāth Yogtantrdhar and Muħammad Åbdullah.

Why not to me?

Because, Åāýéshah was already sitting on my Hindu male lap.

Jagannāth Yogtantrdhar was surprised,

“Muħammad Åbdullah, you said Åāýéshah is your wife.”

Åāýéshah laughed,

“Yet sitting boldly on Durgesh’s Hindu male lap? Any problem?”

Jagannāth Yogtantrdhar hesitated.

He saw clearly that my Uncut Hindu Penis was already rocketing hard between Åāýéshah’s gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

Moreover, her buttocks had swallowed my Uncut Hindu Penis between them proudly and squeezing it every now and then.

“Durgesh, please take her to your bedroom. Satisfy her as much as she wants, and then bring her here.” Jagannāth Yogtantrdhar suggested.

Åāýéshah laughed,

“Durgesh has already done it, Mr. Jagannāth Yogtantrdhar!”

“What?”

“Durgesh bestowed me a complete month with all our nudity. He let me enjoy him 24×7.”

Jagannāth Yogtantrdhar was dumb founded,

“Yet, yet you both are still so horny that you are sitting on his lap so boldly and welcoming his Uncut Hindu Penis again between your gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks?”

Åāýéshah laughed melodiously,

“Muħammad Åbdullah, didn’t you tell your friend it’s our routine?”

“Jagannāth,” Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at his friend’s abnormal behavior, “Åāýéshah always sits on Durgesh’s lap, if Durgesh is available.”

“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Doesn’t your wife ever sit on sofas or chairs?”

“Not, if Durgesh is available.” Muħammad Åbdullah smiled winking at Jagannāth Yogtantrdhar.

Jagannāth Yogtantrdhar was dumb founded.

Åāýéshah laughed,

“You should have better briefed him, already, my dear husband.”

Her navel was exposed more than a censor level that was giving a silent hint of success for Muħammad Åbdullah’s plan.

Her drowsy big eyes too seeming different that day.

Jagannāth Yogtantrdhar was a funny guy.

His sense of humor was good too.