The Audacity 8

The Audacity 

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Don’t cry Ammījān

Our Live in relationship was headed for the rocks.

Oh, it wasn’t that Durgesh and I had ceased to love each other, far from it.

We still shared many, many things, spent lots of time together, and we still laughed a lot.

It was all because of that damned operation; my sexuality carved away by the surgeon’s knife.

Imagine my life with a hypersexual after that.

I wanted to compete with other Musalmān Beauties surrounding Durgesh 24x7x365.

I was defeating them successfully too.

I was more beautiful than they were.

I had more lust for Durgesh than they had.

I was smarter than they were.

I had more brains than they had.

Yet now with my sexuality carved away, they had started winning over me.

Yes, I was still more beautiful than them, but I was not so hot anymore as I was before the bloody operation.

Our love life was so great before that happened.

I welcomed Durgesh into my eager Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān body at least three or four times a week, often more.

I adored the way the greatest Hindu lover of all times, of us Musalmān Beauties, made me feel, opening me up, filling me to overflowing, and deliciously driving us both to orgasm.

And that was after twenty-two years together!

Our Live in relationship lasted even after nonstop efforts to break it from communal Musalmīn.

They felt humiliated that I left my ardent Musalmān husband, Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, to live with Durgesh in Live in relationship.

“Are you crazy, Ruqayyah Ashraf Muħammad?” my best friend, Danīs Ibrāhīm scolded me.

I smiled.

“I am not the only one that shares Durgesh’s love for us Musalmān Beauties. There are countless more already.”

My best friend, Danīs Ibrāhīm looked at me seriously,

“I never left my husband, Waħīduddīn. My extra marital affair with Durgesh is still secret.”

“Waħīduddīn Qādir would kill you when he’d find you are deceiving him.”

My best friend, Danīs Ibrāhīm laughed.

“I was not born yesterday. Waħīduddīn Qādir cannot even touch me.”

Now I felt nothing, not from his fingers, nor from his tongue, nor from his spectacular, stunning, legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund, we all the Musalmān Beauties dream of ever.

I was an empty shell now, a nonentity, a has-been.

I tried faking it, but that was no good.

Durgesh knew me too well.

We went to counseling where the therapist vainly tried to convince me that sexual pleasure is all in the head.

Even if she was right, her advice was an utter waste of time!

I tried arousing myself with masturbation, a previously frequent and much enjoyed pastime, but even that did not work.

That I was now incomplete as a woman had killed something inside me.

Instead every effort of Durgesh that he could conceal it from me, I knew Durgesh started to get impatient, emptying himself into my unresponsive body as quickly has he could and then pulling out to roll over and go to sleep.

I could not deny him his relief.

I loved him too much.

To make myself ready, my natural lubrication being no longer willing to flow, I prepared every night with K-Y and lay waiting for him in case he wanted to have me.

But that was not enough for Durgesh.

Quite understandably, he wanted me back again; the old me, the passionate Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān love partner who lusted after him as much as he wanted me.

Durgesh stopped using me gradually.

Yes, he was still very kind.

But I didn’t want his kindness.

I wanted his love.

He faked it for me.

But I was not a fool enough that I couldn’t differentiate between a faked and real love.

He began to withdraw into himself.

It was only a matter of time before he started to look elsewhere.

Our Live in relationship was headed for the rocks.

It was our custom to eat dinner quite early in the evening, usually as soon as Durgesh finished the afternoon chores around the farm.

My daughter, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, would then finish her University assignments in her room while I supervised the clearing of the dishes and planned the next day’s work.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was a Professor now at the University.

She was twenty-eight.

We, Ammī and daughter both always loved music playing, or the radio…

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī shot me a perplexed little frown as she walked past me on her way to bed.

In answer to my unspoken question, she shot a glance back at Durgesh and then hurried from the room.

It was an unusually hot night.

Durgesh, clad only in a pair of boxer shorts, had been sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper when my daughter from my husband, Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, came to give him his usual goodnight hug.

Now he was stood beside his chair with his head hung low, and an enormous Hindu erection tenting the front of his shorts.

Well, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I thought ruefully, you are grown up now!

Perhaps you should come and give my Live in relationship Partner his hug before you change into a filmy nightie like the one you have on tonight?

I followed my daughter to her room.

She was already in bed when I arrived, covered by just a sheet – it was too hot for anything more.

For the first time in several years, I sat down on the edge of her mattress and began to stroke the cascade of flame red hair that spilled out over her pillow.

Kids grow up so quickly; it was hard to believe.

“My Live in relationship Partner, Durgesh‘s pretty embarrassed about what happened in there, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. Don’t think too badly of him…”

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī flushed and moved her legs beneath the sheet.

“I’m not angry with him Ammījān! I’m just surprised…and a little shocked, I suppose…that he…”

“Got an erection?”

She nodded.

“Is this the first time it’s happened?”

“With Durgesh? With me? Yes, I think so. I’ve suspected sometimes, but this is the first time I’ve really felt it as…”

“Hard?”

She giggled, “Yes…!”

Oh dear, I thought.

Ok, my girl, perhaps it’s about time you learned more of the facts of life and living.

And it’s a bit of a worry that you seem so naïve, especially living on a farm where it’s quite common to see animals copulating and giving birth.

But I guess you don’t get much chance to date boys living all the way out here.

I wonder if it’s because you’re my only child and my Live in relationship Partner and I protect you too much.

Certainly, if you had brothers you’d be more aware.

But Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī couldn’t give any son to any of his women.

His intense hate for the non Musalmīn and consequent terrorism he resorted to, had killed a real man inside him, long past.

I had noted that most of the terrorist Musalmīn were incapable to give any son to any one of their women.

Perhaps Allah punished them for their gross anti human activities.

I took a deep breath…

“Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, you are a beautiful young woman with a figure to die for. Any red-blooded man would get excited if you snuggled up to him dressed only in a thin nightdress. My Live in relationship Partner’s only human, he must have been able to feel every curve…”

“So, it’s my fault, is it? That’s not fair! Ammījān, he’s your Live in relationship Partner! I’m not his daughter but at least he knows I’m your daughter. Doesn’t he? Surely he shouldn’t react like that?”

“Yes, my darling, he is my Live in relationship Partner. But he is still a man…and a very virile man at that. Plus, he is, how shall I put it…lonely in my company …?”

“Lonely? I don’t understand…”

“Yes, a special kind of “lonely” that men sometimes feel…”

So I sat and stroked my daughter’s silky tresses and explained at length how my total hysterectomy had taken away my sex drive and that, now that I was unable to have those kinds of feeling for him anymore, my Live in relationship Partner and I were slowly drifting apart.

When my account ended, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thanked me for being so open with her and then pulled me down for a long hug.

I kissed her goodnight and left.

Durgesh was sitting, back at the table, reading, when I returned to the kitchen.

He was no longer hard.

“How’s Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī?” he asked gravely, “I tried to avoid hugging her but— Ruqayyah Ashraf Muħammad, you must tell her that she is twenty eight now. She is a Professor. She is an extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān young woman. She should not hug me like that. Sometimes when I’m erect I feel so awkward—”

“She understands now…don’t worry. I’ve explained it to her. She’s not mad at you…”

“Thank you for that, yet—”

“It’s alright, Durgesh. It happens sometimes inadvertently, when we are not prepared for it. I said, I’ve explained it to her. She does not mind now. Relax.”

“Ruqayyah Ashraf Muħammad, she grabbed it inadvertently.”

“What ?”

“Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī even squeezed and fisted it in trance. She kissed me on my lips.”

“Allah. She didn’t tell me that.”

“Well, she must be ashamed of her then now.”

“Maybe.”

“I tried to get rid of her hold. But she was as if in trance.”

“Yes, I’ve seen that. But I didn’t know Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was fisting and kissing you. You see, her back was to me.”

Durgesh was not normal.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had excited him very much unknowingly.

I could understand.

With such a beautiful smart young lady, as Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was, fisting and kissing him, Durgesh didn’t fuck her then and there, was a miracle to me.

He did not come near me that night.

At goodnight time the following evening, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wore the selfsame nightdress she had worn before.

It being another hot night, Durgesh too was equally as scantily clad as he had been previously.

As for myself, I only had on a bikini top and a pair of cotton shorts.

To me, their goodnight hug lasted many seconds longer than normal, and it seemed clearly to me now, as I knew what Durgesh had already told me, that Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was really the instigator!

Durgesh was right.

The end result was the same: a towering erection standing up from my Live in relationship Partner’s Hindu groin.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī did not appear at all perturbed this time.

In fact, she sported a satisfied little smile when she gave me a hug in passing and I noticed that her nipples were stuck out like hard little bullets.

A tiny pang of jealousy zipped through me – not because Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had given Durgesh an erection, but because she was able to experience sexual excitement, whereas I could not.

Durgesh followed her out of the kitchen very soon after she left, vainly trying to hide his physical state from my view behind his newspaper. “I’m off to bed too…” he muttered.

I thought I knew exactly where he was headed, and I was right.

When I pushed open our en-suite door, my Live in relationship Partner was sat on the toilet with his shorts and underpants around his ankles, furiously rubbing his stiff pole in his fist.

And no doubt Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was the central character in his imagination while he anxiously sought his release!

“Durgesh!” I sighed lovingly. “Let me do that…please?”

I dropped to my knees on the cool tiles and moved in between Durgesh’s legs.

I pushed his hand out of the way and began gently to stroke his big stunning Uncut Hindu Lund.

He groaned deeply when I lowered my face to explore the familiar veins and ridges with the tip of my tongue.

He clasped my head in his strong hands when I took him deep between my lips and made ready to receive his sweet Hindu sperm.

I sucked and licked while my Live in relationship Partner ran his warm palms down and over my bare shoulders and back.

He undid the clasp on my bikini top and freed my breasts.

I worshipped his wonderful Hindu phallus as he fondled my breasts and nipples with his usual skill.

At times before it seemed that my nipples and clitoris were joined by taut strings that pulsed with every touch of his fingers.

But sadly that feeling was no longer there.

Oh how I missed that wonderful tug and pull that never failed to fire through my body!

Hot tears for my loss streamed down my cheeks when, with a muffled shout, Durgesh’s taste burst into my mouth.

The next night followed the same pattern.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and Durgesh hugged for a long time.

Judging by the way her sheer nightie bunched in the cheeks of her bottom, she was without her panties, which was, I thought, most unusual.

Some strange dark force inside me led me to join them; what followed certainly wasn’t a conscious act.

With one arm around each of their shoulders, I held them close.

Time flowed like treacle.

Almost in a trance, I watched my hand take hold of Durgesh’s and lead it to my daughter’s breast.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī sucked in a sharp breath when she felt Durgesh’s fingers clasp her, but she did not pull away.

Pleased with my handiwork, I watched Durgesh caress and knead Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s pert cone, expertly teasing her nipple to a hard, eager point.

I remembered how it felt when he used to touch me like that, and I envied her for her pleasure.

I wished I knew what he was thinking.

Perhaps this was something he had dreamed of for some time.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was deliberately teasing my Live in relationship Partner, I knew it now very well.

Why?

For sex?

For Durgesh’s enormous incredible wealth?

Durgesh was a zillionaire now.

Countless extremely beautiful Musalmān young ladies of twenty eight were after Durgesh now head on foot.

Some of them were doing it for sex, but some of them were after Durgesh’s incredulous money.

Well, it couldn’t be avoided completely.

Musalmān Beauties, and other beauties too, were always after sex and money.

And Durgesh had plenty of them both.

What my daughter Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was after?

Well, whatsoever she was after, I’d started helping her.

I was her Ammī after all.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī melted against him, trembling lightly, her breath rasping in her throat, her head leaned onto Durgesh’s chest.

Thus encouraged, I grasped the hand that rested at my Live in relationship Partner‘s waist and led it between them to where Durgesh’s rigid Hindu phallus pressed hotly against her belly.

As if by instinct rather than from prior experience, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī began to run her circled fingers up and down Durgesh’s hard Hindu length the instant I molded her fingers around it.

Even Durgesh could not survive this unique pleasure for long.

When the first spasms of Durgesh’s ejaculation hit him, he groaned loudly and Durgesh’s knees buckled.

The material of Durgesh’s boxer shorts rapidly darkened as Durgesh’s sperm shot from Durgesh’s tip and began to soak the cloth.

But, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī continued to massage him until Durgesh’s semen ceased to flow and he began to soften.

It was then that I broke them apart.

After kissing my Live in relationship Partner tenderly and telling him to go to bed and that I would join him soon, I led Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, still shaking to her room.

A flash of flame colored bush sighted up her nightie as I helped her climb under the sheet confirmed for me that she was indeed naked between her thighs.

I stroked her hair whilst we talked about what had just transpired – how she felt about it and my feelings also.

It pleased me greatly that my daughter was not afraid or upset that I had initiated my Live in relationship Partner’s hand on her breast and her own hand on Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

Indeed, the hard points of her nipples, even through the sheet covering her, told me that she had found the whole episode very exciting and that she was very turned on at talking about it.

In my heart, I knew it was “wrong”, but so was everything else that had happened earlier.

My hand began to wander; caressing the side of her neck; stroking the length of her collarbone; creeping beneath the sheet to cup a delicious little breast…

“Ammījān! What are you doing?”

“Shhhhh, my darling…it’ll be fine…you’ll see…”

It had been many, many years since I had touched a girl in this way – the last time was way back at the all girls boarding University  my parents sent me to, when my room-mate Jamīlah and I had experimented with each other’s bodies during the long nighttime hours.

The tactile memory of how her skin felt and how she responded to my searching fingers lingered still; as did that of our trembling anxiety, overcome by curiosity, when we finally plucked up the courage to go down on each other for the first time.

The memories were strong, but the accustomed wetness between my legs was absent.

Now I was awakening another girl – my own daughter – oddly comfortable, with what I was doing, but feeling no personal arousal…

“It’ll be fine…you’ll see…”

My fingers trailed down over her soft belly; her nightdress was slightly damp from when my Live in relationship Partner’s sperm seeped through Durgesh’s boxers.

Her shaking voice gasped “Ammījān!” again when I found and gently pressed on her Venus Mount, but I felt her legs part in anticipation as I moved on down to slip my hand under and up beneath her nightie’s hem.

When I reached her slippery wetness, she moaned softly before giving herself completely to the loving Ammī ‘s fingers that sought to stroke and tease her pleasure nub.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s orgasm was perfect…so fine!

I kissed her goodnight and went to join my Live in relationship Partner.

He was fast asleep, but Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund was hard inside Durgesh’s shorts.

No doubt, he was dreaming about my daughter, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī!

Well, why not?

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī herself wanted him.

It was their personal matter.

Two adult, consenting persons.

Who was I to object?

Of course, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was my daughter.

But what if she was?

I was only her Ammī.

I did not own her.

She was twenty-eight and a thoroughly respected Professor too.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was completely capable to take her decisions.

I would only help her.

I would only help her.

Neither my Live in relationship Partner nor Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī spoke about the previous evening’s events at breakfast, but both of them were exceptionally warm and loving towards me.

That night followed the same pattern at first, but this time, as I held them both and looked on, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī undid the buttons on her nightie’s bodice and pulled it aside, and then led my Live in relationship Partner’s hand to her naked breast, herself.

Of her own volition, she reached between them to clutch my Live in relationship Partner’s Uncut Hindu Lund to repeat the massage of the night before.

A naked breast had to be matched!

I quickly moved in behind my Live in relationship Partner and, with both hands, swiftly dragged Durgesh’s boxers down to Durgesh’s ankles.

Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund sprang free and instantly back into Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s grasp.

The expression of fearful fascination on her face when she looked down to view the fleshy Hindu monster throbbing in her palm was a sight to behold!

I returned to hold them both and, suffused with happiness, looked on at Durgesh’s hand stimulating her breast and her fingers cupping and stroking the stiff prong I knew and loved so well.

Before long, Durgesh’s pearly Hindu semen shot from him in long ropey streams, liberally coating Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s hand and wrist, and leaving large stains on her nightdress.

When Durgesh’s climax was finished, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī reluctantly released Durgesh’s shrinking Hindu member and looked expectantly to me.

I prayed fervently that I was not misreading the hot desire in her eyes when I bade my Live in relationship Partner goodnight with a warm kiss, then took hold of my daughter around her waist and conducted her to her room.

“Ammījān, my nightie feels all clammy. Do you think I should change it?”

“So it is my pet. And your hand is still sticky with Durgesh‘s Hindu sperm.”

I wiped my Live in relationship Partner’s fluids from her with a dry part of her nightdress…

“Hmmmm, you can’t sleep in that! Let’s get it off you!”

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī seemed embarrassed to be stood naked in front of me, trying unsuccessfully to cover herself with her hands.

“Darling, what on earth is the matter? You shouldn’t be ashamed of your lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān figure, especially in front of me!”

I took her by the wrists and held her arms wide.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was simply glorious, from her tip-tilted breasts to the indented curves of her waist that flared out to her hips, to the firm delicate swell of her belly and her smooth rounded thighs, between which nestled her womanhood’s exotic flower.

I got her to spin around, to let me look at the sweep of her back and the plump resilient rounds of her proud, glorious, round, firm, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

She was as equally enchanting from behind as she was from the front.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was young, fresh, and perfectly complete; made for loving and made to be loved.

I could not serve my daughter as passionately as she deserved, but, empty as I was, I could teach her how to respond to somebody who could…

“I don’t think you are going to need nightwear tonight, my darling…not for a while at least.”

With that suggestion, I helped her to lie on her back on top of the bedclothes with her beauty wide open to my admiring gaze.

We spoke about her feelings while I fondled every warm, wondrous inch of her perfect form.

She told me how the touch of my Live in relationship Partner’s hand on her breast sent thrills all the way through her, right to her toes.

The feel of Durgesh’s naked Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand frightened her at first, a fright that was soon overcome by curiosity at how something so gnarled and fearsome looking could be so warm and silky-smooth.

The sperm spurting from Durgesh’s tip delighted her, as did the spasm in her palm that signaled each ejaculation.

And the knowledge that she was giving Durgesh so much pleasure made her her proud, glorious,, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot twitch and ache for Durgesh’s Hindu touch.

And my caressing hand was now building a fresh firestorm in her belly and between her legs…

Sliding my finger into the tiny pink gaping mouth was easy but it was still a shock for both of us.

Even though her body was ripe for this moment, in her mind Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was not quite ready to accommodate the invader, so I had to kiss the furrows from her brow and reassure her that she would love what was to follow.

As for me, my distant memories of Jamīlah were no match for the reality of my daughter’s velvety, slippery warmth and the way the walls of her proud, glorious,, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot clung tightly to my finger.

My smoothly pumping finger and the corresponding light on-off pressure of my thumbnail against her clit soon had my daughter opening her legs as far as they would go and lifting her pelvis to match my every inwards push.

Her look of disbelief when I introduced a second finger swiftly turned to one of joyous pleasure at the added sensations it gave her.

And as I fucked her with my hand, I told her how wonderful my Live in relationship Partner’s Uncut Hindu Lund felt every time he pushed it into me.

How it filled me up with its amazing Hindu heat, even though he used to say that putting it into me was like entering a wet furnace.

How its ridged Hindu head so deliciously rasped my tender walls and how Durgesh’s thrusting Hindu shaft rubbed and squeezed my tingling proud, glorious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit until my orgasm flamed within me.

And, finally, I told her how my Live in relationship Partner’s Hindu sperm flooded me with such wonderful Hindu warmth when it gushed from him into my waiting Musalmān belly.

Then, when I inserted a third, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gripped my wrist to hold my hand still with both hands and wildly rode my fingers to her stunning climax.

I stayed with my daughter; filled with memories of the happy, warm afterglow I knew now bathed her.

The sound of her voice startled me from my reverie…

“Ammījān, that was so beautiful. Can I…can I touch you?”

“If you really want to, my darling…but it won’t do anything for me.”

“I want to try…”

I quickly divest myself of the few items of clothing I had on and lay down naked beside her.

Just as I did with her, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī caressed and teased my breasts, but, unlike hers, my nipples failed to harden in reply.

The sensations she gave me were pleasant, but that was all.

When I parted my legs to give her access to my sex, she groaned with dismay at how dry I still was…

“It’s true then…”

I agreed sadly.

“Ohhh, poor Ammījān!”

To my surprise – I had no idea that she could be so bold – my daughter bent her head and kissed my bush, right at the start of my arrogant, wonderful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Slit.

Her glorious red mane tumbled silkily over my belly and upper thighs.

Pre-surgery, that alone would have made me gush uncontrollably.

She pulled her hair to one side and looked up my supine body to my face…

“Do you mind?”

“No. Do whatever you want to…”

She turned back and kissed me again.

This time I felt the flicker of her tongue.

Her hand pushed my legs further apart and her tongue followed my crease down.

Once again, what she did was nice, but it evoked no suggestion of the hot tingle that used to signal the onset of my arousal.

“Can I put my fingers in you?”

“Be careful, my pet, there will be no lubrication to help you.”

I felt her fingers part my lips.

The tip of one found my entrance and tried to push in.

It wasn’t painful, merely uncomfortable, but Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī must have picked up some kind of involuntary signal from me, because she looked up again…

“It’s no good is it?”

“I’m afraid not…I did warn you…”

“I know…but I hoped…”

“It was very sweet of you to even try. Don’t be too disappointed.”

From the way Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had positioned herself, I could see up her slightly parted thighs to her proud, wonderful,, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her lips were darkly swollen and slick with the kind of vaginal moisture I could not produce now anymore.

It even smeared the inner tops of her thighs…

“How’re you feeling?”

She flushed guiltily, her face almost as red as her hair…

“It’s awful, but just looking at you down there, and touching and kissing you, had made me…”

“Horny again…?”

She nodded, her face on fire…

“It seems so selfish!”

“Nonsense! Well, you’d better come up here then…”

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī started to return to lie alongside me…

“No…I mean the other end!”

“You want to kiss my…?”

I had no intention of letting this opportunity to further awaken her pass by…

“Certainly! But come here quickly, before I change my mind!”

Memories of those first tense moments with Jamīlah coursed through me as my lips found the sweet dampness of my daughter’s bush.

I slid my tongue deep inside her cleft, sweeping down into her gloriously aromatic tang, parting, teasing, and searching out that hotly jangling point that would send her convulsing into orgasm.

I felt her tongue return to my proud, wonderful,, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

A finger entered me.

More easily this time – she must have wet it in her mouth…

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī exploded around me.

Soft quivering thighs gripped and released my head.

Her hands, already tangled in my hair, dragged me closer to her as she bucked and squirmed and writhed in her pleasure throes.

Her sobbing moan of ecstasy into my proud, wonderful,, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot reverberated throughout my body.

At last, when the crashing waves finally released her, my daughter crawled up into my arms.

We slept, breast to breast, belly to belly, until the small hours.

Then I left her, after covering her with the sheet, and made my way to my own bed.

Durgesh was hard asleep and did not stir when I climbed in beside him.

In the morning, even if he noticed Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s smell on my face when he kissed me good morning, or the fact that I was naked, he made no comment.

I sensed that Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and I might be losing control of the rollercoaster ride we had embarked upon.

It was not my intention to make her a lesbian, but it seemed to me that this was the direction, she could be headed in.

My conscience was also beginning to prick me over the blossoming relationship I had set up between her and my Live in relationship Partner.

I fretted over these things for hours whilst she was at University  until I finally plucked up the courage to speak to her about it when the car delivered her home.

She took me in her arms for a long hug…

“Don’t worry Ammījān. It’s cool…I know exactly what’s happening…what I want…”

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī returned to sit on the breakfast barstool she had been occupying.

To my surprise, she began coquettishly to raise the long skirt she wore.

When the hem reached her knees she looked me in the eyes and whispered ,

“And, when I want it…”

My daughter was suddenly reaching heights of maturity far beyond her previous innocence!

I dropped willingly to my knees.

When I kissed the smooth insides of both her knees, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī parted her legs and raised her skirt slowly up her thighs, inviting my soft, licking kisses to travel higher…

“Ammījān, does Durgesh kiss you “down there”?”

In between seeking, climbing kisses:

“He surely does…did…my darling…some men don’t like the way a woman smells…or her wetness…but my Live in relationship Partner loves…loved to drive me crazy with his arrogant Hindu lips…I used to orgasm non-stop…so many times!”

“Is it different with a man?”

“Sometimes it is a little…more demanding…more insistent…and Durgesh’s Hindu face feels rougher between our Musalmān legs… ”

“I love the way your face feels down there, Ammījān!”

I reached the narrow strip of cotton that hid my daughter’s sex from my mouth, kissing licking seductively in the small hollow at the apex of each thigh:

“And I love the taste and smell of you!”

“Ohhhhh, Ammījān!”

Eager fingers appeared, dragging her panties to one side and exposing her puffy, damp lips to my eager tongue.

I coaxed her, teased her, bathed in her juices, drank in her perfume, raised her to the trembling brink time and time again and then denied her the release she so desperately begged for.

Finally, after more than half an hour of exquisite torture, I relented.

With one last sucking swipe of my tongue on her proud, glorious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit, I tipped her over the edge into that overwhelming, surging flood that only women can experience.

That evening, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was late finishing her homework.

I began to worry that our encounter that afternoon had tipped her completely into the arms of Sappho.

For Durgesh’s part, although he made out that he was reading the news as usual, I could see that Durgesh was impatient for Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī to come and repeat the goodnight ritual that had so recently become established.

At last she arrived.

He got to his feet, eager to greet her, Durgesh’s erection already rampant inside Durgesh’s shorts.

When she was close to him, she reached out a hand and stroked its hard Hindu length appreciatively.

Then she allowed him to take her in his arms and hold her close.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī signaled me to go and join them…

She reached between her and Durgesh and undid the buttons on Durgesh’s boxers.

Pushing him away from her slightly, she pushed them down over Durgesh’s hips to release Durgesh’s raging hard-on and then trapped it against her belly.

When Durgesh moved to undo her bodice, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī pushed Durgesh’s hand away with a sweet smile and a shake of her head.

Then, in one fluid movement, she lifted her nightdress up and off, and melded her naked body to Durgesh’s.

With her cheek resting on Durgesh’s chest and her eyes fixed on mine, she clasped Durgesh by Durgesh’s strong buttocks and hugged closer to him.

Moving sinuously against him, she caressed my Live in relationship Partner’s nakedness with her own, rubbing up to Durgesh’s hard body with her soft breasts, her belly and her thighs.

“Ammījān,” she whispered , “you’ve got too many clothes on…”

I joined them in their nakedness in a flash.

They welcomed me with open arms into their winding Dance without steps, and we clung together until Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī kissed us both and murmured,

“Durgesh, I want you to take me to bed…”

Durgesh swept her up in his powerful Hindu arms and carried her to our room.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī held my hand, dragging me with them.

On our bed, Durgesh’s eyes glowed as he knelt over my daughter’s spread-eagled form beneath him, drinking in every detail of her ripe, youthful Musalmān beauty.

I took hold of Durgesh’s long, thick Uncut Hindu Lund and ran its bulging head up and down her gaping arrogant, wonderful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Slit, teasing her tiny button with its blunt roundness and drawing out ever more copious lubrication from within her.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grasped the backs of her knees and drew them up to her chest, offering her wide-stretched, wetly pink orifice to Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

I positioned it at her entrance and then, placing my hand lovingly on my Live in relationship Partner’s ass, I pushed him gently, telling him that it was all right about him having intercourse with my daughter.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī caught her breath as she felt Durgesh, hot and hard, sinking slowly into her, Durgesh’s thickness spreading her sheath open little by little until he filled her, Durgesh’s pubis pressed firmly to hers.

Although this was her first time there was no blood, nor did she show any sign of pain.

Durgesh stayed still for a few moments, deep inside, holding her with his strong arms, before beginning little pulsing movements with his hips, making her feel the full length of him jerking in her belly.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī whimpered softly as the little pulses gained momentum.

Durgesh’s Hindu movements deep within her turned to hot friction.

Her breathing burst out in hoarse, rapid gusts as Durgesh’s hips jolted faster, harder, forcing her to raise her hips to meet him.

As he plunged into Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s tight Musalmān channel, Durgesh brought his hand down to her proud, wonderful,, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, laying the heel of his palm flat on her mons, pulling the plump flesh there taut as he drew it upward.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī squirmed and let out a little gasp as Durgesh moved his thumb down onto her proud, glorious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit, stroking it as he slowed Durgesh’s Hindu thrusts.

He pulled his Uncut Hindu Lund out until barely Durgesh’s tip remained inside.

Durgesh  pulsed it gently there, letting her feel momentarily empty, anticipating Durgesh’s easing slowly back in.

At each withdrawal, the whole of Durgesh’s Hindu length glistened with the copious juices he had generated within Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Every breath Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī exhaled became a soft, rasping moan.

Durgesh  slowly pumped into Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī rhythmically, teasingly, as he worked her into a squirming frenzy with his thumb’s caresses on her proud, glorious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit.

I had lost count of the times he’d done exactly the same with me!

Then, knowing she was close to the edge from the combination of Durgesh’s insistent touch on her tender little nubbin and Durgesh’s hard Hindu thickness arcing in and out, Durgesh  resumed his previous tempo, moving from smooth, gentle, swooping thrusts back to staccato pounding lunges.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī told me in a quiet moment we shared later, that at that moment Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund seemed to grow even longer and thicker within her until it seemed to take over her whole Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.

Her panting breaths rose higher and higher in pitch until, at last, with a high, keening wail, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī came.

And in midst of her abandon, Durgesh let his Hindu  semen burst from him.

When they eventually fell apart, Durgesh lay flat on his back beside her with his chest still heaving from exertion.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī sat up and held me in her arms,

“I love you, Ammījān,” she murmured.

Then she leaned to Durgesh and kissed him on the lips,

“And you too, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ”

Together, my daughter and I looked over our Hindu man’s supine form, in particular at the soft, wet, wrinkled tube at Durgesh’s Hindu groin.

“It’s amazing how something so small can grow so huge and make you feel so wonderful,” Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī observed.

“Mmmmmmm, my Live in relationship Partner’s Uncut Hindu Lund is wonderful. And it doesn’t take much to make it live again either.”

As if agreeing with me, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund stirred lazily.

I leaned over and took it between my lips, and began to suckle with my tongue.

I could smell and taste my daughter on him.

Sure enough, it quickly began to thicken and grow in my mouth.

I withdrew and indicated with a look that Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī should take over.

“I told you he was virile, didn’t I?”

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī got to her knees and bent over my Live in relationship Partner’s abdomen.

From her tentative manner, I deduced that she had never sucked Uncut Hindu Lund before.

“Don’t worry; he won’t pee in your mouth. In fact, it doesn’t taste of anything much at all until you get him excited and Durgesh’s pre-cum starts to flow…you’ll enjoy that!”

I held Durgesh’s stiffening Hindu member invitingly upright and Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī finally lowered her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth onto it.

Durgesh’s groan of pleasure when her lips closed around him dispelled all her inhibitions and she was soon licking and sucking as if she had been doing it all her life.

They looked so wonderful together; she with her lithe, slim curves and Durgesh with his strongly muscled power, it made my heart swell with happiness.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s position on her knees was most inviting.

I kissed her rounded buttocks, all around and down into the deep cleft between them.

I skirted her anus – I might have freaked her out going there so soon – and made my way to the rosy, sex-bruised lips further beneath.

I worked my tongue into her channel and lapped up my Live in relationship Partner’s cum, which oozed still from inside her.

I searched out her fiery button and worried at it with lips and tongue until her gorgeous bottom writhed and clenched from the pleasure and my face was drenched with her juices.

And when Durgesh released his  gushing Hindu sperm down her throat with a great roar, I sucked on her proud, glorious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit hard, sending her into twitching paroxysms of ecstasy.

Hours later, after Durgesh had fucked Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī as if infinite times more, in infinite positions as if, my daughter and I smiled, with our spent Hindu lover asleep on my young daughter, still embedded deepest into Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s welcoming Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“How do you feel now?” I whispered .

“I feel wonderful, Ammījān! So alive! Thank you for letting me do this for you…and for Durgesh.”

I was nonplussed.

I thought I was the one who had made all this happen!

“What do you mean?”

“It’s my special gift to you. Thank you for letting me help you to keep Durgesh. I knew you were immensely afraid of losing Durgesh. You love him very much, Ammījān. You can’t live without his love. And I love you, Ammī. I can’t live without your love.”

My eyes were suddenly filled with tears now.

“Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī!”

Durgesh won’t leave us now, Ammī. Will he?”

“You did it for me, my child?”

“You will die if you lose Durgesh, I know.”

“Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī!” My eyes were too tearful now.

I was choked with emotions.

How damnfool I was.

I thought she was after Durgesh’s zillions even.

“And I would die if I lose you, Ammī. So, it was the only solution I could think of.”

I was weeping now, silently, not to awake Durgesh, our Hindu love.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled, suddenly, assuring me.

 “Don’t cry Ammījān. You’ve done more for me. It’s nothing as compared to that. And we can be together, just us three, forever…And maybe, one day, you will get better and we can enjoy being together even more…”

Chapter 9


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