Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 13

Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Durgesh Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar:

The threesome

Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar kicked me on my chest in mock indignation, smiling brilliantly all the time,

“You old Hindu scoundrel.”

I took her in my arms, hugging her,

“Sālī, want to get laid?”

Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiled cunningly,

“That’s a good idea. I’ll be a lot more comfortable. Give me a few minutes Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love.”

I sat on the sofa and waited.

Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan went back to reading his paper.

Perhaps it was his only hobby he was so obsessed with.

After about 10 minutes, I got one of the most pleasant surprises of my life.

Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar came into the living room with a dark blue bath towel draped around her and carrying a couple of smaller towels, the same color.

The bath towel covered her boobs and down to the tops of her exquisite excellent smooth Pakistani Musalmān thighs, leaving most of her legs and the area above her boobs completely exposed.

I had never seen her like this before and I felt my Uncut Hindu Prick nudge against my shorts.

“That’s better,” she smiled wickedly. “Now Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love,  I’ve brought in some small towels. I’m going to lie on the massage table and you’ll have to put one over my bottom under the bath towel and then take the bath towel off so you can massage me properly.”

I too smiled wickedly now.

Not quite believing what I was hearing and trying to cover the slight Hindu bulge in my shorts with one hand.

“Sure my dear, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. Why not? Why else for your ever young, ever sexy, Hindu Nandoī is? “I said, rather exultantly.

With the bath towel still wrapped around her, she lay herself face down on the massage table.

I grabbed a smaller towel from her hand without even a slightest hesitation, whilst she released the bath towel from under her, so it was free from below but still covered her back and butt.

“Just slip the small towel under the big one, so it’s over my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān bottom,” Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar  smiled at me significantly, “You love us Musalmān Beauties’ bottoms very much. Don’t you?”

“Of course, Jānam. They are made for my ravenous Hindu male lap, you know.”

“That’s right Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī,” added Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, looking up from reading his paper.

My hands were quite steady and confident.

I lifted the blue bath towel slightly from where it covered her exquisite excellent smooth Pakistani Musalmān thighs, so as not to expose her completely, and slid the smaller towel under it, over both thighs.

I didn’t get a glimpse of her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt.

I looked away to appear quite innocent and neutral to what I was doing.

In fact, I was neither.

And why should I be?

Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar was dying for sex with me and her own husband was there, not objecting even the slightest.

Why should I?

Even if they were after my zillions, it was okay with me.

What else for have I made my zillions?

Let’s see who takes what from whom.

Replacing the bath towel over the smaller one, I slid the small towel up.

My fingers invariably couldn’t help running over the fleshy cheeks of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s ass as I did so.

The feeling was extremely arousing, and my Uncut Hindu Lund jerked up in my shorts again.

I tried to adjust the smaller towel so it would be covering most of her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass, but although I couldn’t see its position exactly, I could tell the towel was not really very big, and would only just cover it.

‘Oh fuck,’ I thought. ‘How am I going to control myself?’

“That seems fine,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. “The small towel feels like its positioned ok – you can remove the bath towel now.”

I smiled.

‘Here we go, keep cool, keep calm….’

My heart raced.

Slowly, starting from where the bath towel lay over her shoulder blades, I started to peel it back, revealing more and more of her naked Pakistani Musalmān flesh.

First, her mid-back came into view, then the lower back and then the smaller blue towel just covering her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt, and finally it was all off.

I threw the large towel on the sofa and stared at the awesome sight in front of me.

As young, twenty-eight years old, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar lay there on the massage table, for the first time I saw her almost naked from the back, and it was a vision to behold.

Her skin was very lightly tanned, hairless and smooth looking, and as she lay there.

I could even see the sides of her boobs as they squashed outwards against the cushion of the massage table.

The smaller towel only just covered her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass, as it rose with the line of her large butt cheeks from the small of her back and down to the tops of her exquisite excellent smooth Pakistani Musalmān thighs.

I could now also have a better sense of her body’s proportions.

And Eīshān, did it look good?

She had a very voluptuous figure, and not even a little overweight.

She had retained her curves, and there was an arch shape from her boobs down to her hips and waist, giving an hourglass figure of sorts.

Now I could see the shape of her fabulous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass more clearly than ever before.

Although not fully exposed due to the small towel, the flesh of her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks rose up in a smooth curved fleshy mound, and their width was such that, although large, her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt looked exact in proportion to the rest of her body.

I ached to bury my Uncut Hindu Lund in between her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks there and then, but I had to hold myself back.

“Now you can massage me properly.” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, and placed her head down on her folded elbows.

Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan looked up from his paper.

“Oh yes, that’s much better now isn’t it Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī? You can now massage your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar like a professional,” he added, smiling.

By now, I was quite confident neither of them would object ever in my having sex with her.

For Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, it was a personal matter between his wife, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and I.

For Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, it was her triumph over me that I fuck her.

She thought she was seducing me.

Moreover, it was true even.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was straining in my shorts.

I was standing so my crotch area was below the top of the table.

It couldn’t be seen by both Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan from the position I was in.

“Yea Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan – Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar looks much more comfortable, and I should be able to do a much better job.” I blurted out.

My head was in a spin at the sight of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar virtually nude from the back, in front of me.

“I just need to go to the toilet for a minute.”

I grabbed one of the other small towels so as to cover the front of my shorts and marched to the bathroom.

I regained some composure before walking back into the living room.

The sight of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar  again, virtually naked from the back was amazing, and I knew that touching her skin would get me going again, but I had to do it.

“You ok Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love?” cooed Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, looking up as I walked in.

She had a quite teasing smile on her lips.

“Yea Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar  – just had to relieve myself,” I replied whilst at the same time thinking what a relief she didn’t know in what way.

“That’s alright then,” she said.

I moved over to the side of the table and barely knew where to start.

The sight of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s near nakedness had me dazzled, a bit like a rabbit looking into the headlights of an oncoming car in the dark.

Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan then looked up from his paper.

“Don’t be shy now Dūlhā Bhāī, give your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar a good rub all over.”

“All over?” I smiled at him significantly, “a good rub?”

“Sure, why not?” Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan was either really dumb or at least he was acting so deliberately.

My sixty-two years long experiences were telling me the possibilities of the both.

“How could I forget the most of the Musalmīn were never very much concerned about the morals of their houseladies if it concerned with Islam, politics or money.

Were they not the same who were appreciating the activities of Binnāt-e-Islam, Dukħtarān-e-Millat and other similar organizations of Musalmān Beauties, calling them Jihad?

Double Standards.

The marriages and Live in relationship of Musalmān Beauties with Hindus was not allowed in Islam, according to them, but seduction of Hindus and even having sex with them by the same Musalmān Beauties was not only allowed, it was Jihad as well.

The sons obtained thus were trained in Islamic terrorism.

They laughed that Hindus’ own sons, even if their Ammīs were ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Mujāhidāt, were killing their Hindu fathers and relations.

Their Communal Political Blindness had blinded them incredibly.

They were proud of it that they were making the sons kill their fathers.

They were too communal to think ever how inhumane and animalistic it was.

They pretended it was the Islam Ħuzūrs brought.

They pretended its success was what Allah wanted.

The sheer ludicrousness of it was that they wanted others to believe it too.

What an utter lack of wisdom!

How the Pseudo Musalmīn lacked normal prudence even.

I placed my hands at the centre of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s back and started to massage in smooth swirling motions.

“Er..yep..sure Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan . I was just about to start.”

The skin on her back felt wonderful to the touch.

“Ooh that’s lovely” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. “Just what I needed after a long hot day.”

I carried on up to her shoulders, still standing at the side of the table.

My Uncut Hindu Prick had already started moving inside my shorts.

I dared not go to the end of the table by her head in case she spotted it, even though it would be below her eye level, under the table.

I kept my hands over her back although it was tempting to let them slide down to her sides where her tits protruded out a little, as they lay squashed against the massage table cushion.

I thought I should wait a bit before trying that.

Then I started moving downwards for the first time. Slowly down, past her rib cage, along the curve of her spine and to the small of her back just above the start of her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān buttocks.

My Uncut Hindu Prick responded again.

I looked up to see if Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan was watching but he had his head in the paper.

I carried on rubbing my hands, firmly, kneading the flesh beneath me.

It felt wonderful.

“Do my lower back a bit more Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.

“Sure Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I replied.

As my hands went over the small of her back, I let my fingers wander over the beginning of her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks, under the towel.

Eīshān, it felt great!

“Mmmm…that’s nice,” she said softly.

I’d kind of got used to her being quite expressive when my hands wandered near her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was now straining against my shorts again.

‘Oh boy’ I thought, ‘What am I going to do now?’ as I tried not to let her or Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan see the tent in my shorts.

“Can you do my neck please now?” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar after a minute or two. “It’ll be easier if you stand at the top of the table,” she added.

‘Fuck it’ I thought. ‘She’s gonna see my hard on now.’

Smiling cunningly, I moved up to the end of the table by her head.

She looked up for a Moment and saw the bulge in my shorts.

“Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, what’s that?” she teased me.

Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan looked up, hearing her remark.

The game was up.

They could now both see clearly the tent in my shorts.

“Oh…er..sorry Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar …er…Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan ,” I blurted out. “I…I …er..couldn’t help it, you know, just seeing you in the flesh and all. I think I’ve just got a bit worked up. I’m sorry, shall I leave the room?”

Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan exchanged glances.

“Throw me my bath towel,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar without getting up so as not to expose her tits.

Smiling, I grabbed the bath towel and handed it to her not looking away, damn caring so she could cover herself up.

I now expected a good telling off, especially from Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.

“Oh you poor sexiest Hindu.” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar to my surprise. “I should have thought about it a bit more before asking you to massage me with so little on.”

Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī!” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan in his quite authoritarian tone, which I knew so well when he was annoyed.

‘Here we go, I thought, here it comes, he’s going to go mad at me.’

Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī,” he repeated, “you are only a Hindu man I see.”

I smiled, waiting for the next sentence, and not quivering at all even the slightest.

“Does your Salhaj excite you when you massage her?” he added, to my utter surprise.

“Oh..er..well..I’m just not used to seeing her, a Musalmān Beauty without any clothes on, and…and… I guess I do find it exciting,” I said, trying to sound all innocent and like the victim here.

Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan smiled at my response, which stunned me.

“Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love,  I do feel very flattered” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar  who was now sitting on the massage table with her legs hanging down and her voluptuous young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān body  covered with the bath towel, as when she had originally come into the room.

“Is there any part of me that excites you especially when you touch it?” she asked to my utter astonishment.

I smiled again, now more confident of myself.

I looked over at Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan .

“Go on,” he said “answer your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar truthfully, now.”

“Oh..well..I guess..er.., I mean, I think…well I do like your bottom a lot.” I finally blurted out as if half embarrassed, though I was certainly not.

If Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar was playing game, why shouldn’t I?

If Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t stop his own wife playing games with me, who the hell was he to stop me?

Both Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan laughed out loud.

“Yes, me too” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan , again, to my surprise. I’d never heard him, or Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar talk like this before, and I couldn’t quite believe I was having this conversation with them both!

“Well, maybe we should stop for now,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar in a semi serious tone. “Perhaps your sālā Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan will have to talk to you about this. Don’t feel bad or ashamed though Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love,  it’s quite normal for a Hindu man like you to get excited when seeing a scantily clad Musalmān Beauty , even if it is your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. “She added smiling. “Why don’t you take a shower and cool off now”.

I felt a wave of relief go over me and left the room.

Later, when I was in bed, I thought about the evening’s events before going to sleep.

I guess it would have happened sometime or other, and it was kind of a relief that they knew how I had been feeling whilst massaging Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.

I was getting so aroused; I wouldn’t have been able to do it much longer without losing my head!

Their easygoing reaction did surprise me though.

The thought of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar naked got me worked up again, and I wanked myself off thinking about her before going to sleep.

The next few days were a bit strange in that neither Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar nor Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan mentioned what had happened, and Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar didn’t ask me to massage her.

We spoke as normal and got on with our daily activities, but it was as if nothing unusual had occurred, and I cared not raise the subject myself to avoid further discomfiture.

Then after about a week, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan called me into living room one evening.

He sat on the sofa next to Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.

“Please, Sit down Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī, “said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan. “We have something important to talk to you about.”

I sat down in Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan’s ‘usual’ armchair.

Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī,” started Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, “your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar really misses your massages. You know she was getting a lot of relief in her feet and back and she’s not as comfortable as she was before.”

I looked at Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar who smiled reassuringly.

“But,” continued Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, “we realize you are a Hindu  man with normal, shall we say, human feelings, and we have a problem in that you get sexually aroused whilst massaging her.”

“I do feel very flattered, Hindu Nandoījī,” added Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, looking at me.

“Your extremely beautiful Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, and I have talked about this over the last few days, and we’ve decided that Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar will help you out by providing some relief to your feelings, so you can carry on massaging her and relieving her aches and pains.”

I sat there, utter incredulous, mouth deliberately shut, with my eyes grave, not believing quite what I was hearing.

“You poor thing” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar . “I was just being selfish and not thinking of the effect I was having on you. But we’ll work something out” she added smiling, and with a wink.

I smiled, though lost for words actually.

“Are you ok with that?” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.

I recovered my composure and said hesitatingly, “So what does that actually mean Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan?”

“Well, when you get, shall we say ‘worked up’,” he emphasized the words ‘worked up’; “Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar will help you to relax again so you can carry on massaging her without letting the problem, get in the way.”

“We can just relieve each other’s aches,” added Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar with a slight giggle.

I started to feel aroused as she spoke.

“Oh,” I said, not quite believing what she was saying.

“There will be some rules, however,” continued Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan. “Firstly, from now on you will massage Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar on our bed in the bedroom. Secondly, only when I am here. Thirdly, it’s better to keep these, shall we say, sessions, between us, and not let anyone else know, as other people might not understand. Are you ok with that?”

“Yea sure Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan,” I replied, still stunned inward by this conversation, but not letting my actual state come out in my expressions.

“Would you like to give me a massage now Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, ?” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar .

“Sure” I replied, with my Uncut Hindu Lund semi-erect in my pants after all this talk, and my heart racing.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” replied Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar as she got up.

Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan and I followed her.

My legs were, deliberately kept by me, not trembling at the thought of what was to come.

After all, I had to keep my dignity as well.

I had to help my sālā, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, if he wanted me for his wife.

He knew more of her than I did, naturally.

In Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan’s bedroom there was a large king-size bed in the centre with a study table by the window and an armchair similar to my Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan’s favorite chair that was in the living room.

Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan sat himself in the armchair with his newspaper.

“Now, you and Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar  just do your stuff whilst I read my paper just like we used to do in the living room” he said. “I can also watch you both and make sure you’re comfortable and doing a good job with helping Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.”

I couldn’t quite believe it, but he seemed just to want to carry on like before, but watch me massage Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar on the bed.

I decided to go with the flow, pulled up a stool near the end of the bed and sat on it.

Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar sat on end of the bed and faced me.

“Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love,  your Ever Inefficient  Pakistani Musalmān Sālā  and I decided that it would be better if I relieved you first so you can concentrate better on my massage afterwards. I’m going to undress and let you have a good look at me.”

I smiled.

‘Did she just say what I thought she said?’, raced through my mind.

With that, she started to unbutton her cream-colored blouse.

I still couldn’t believe what was happening.

First, the top two buttons and then she pulled the blouse out from where it was tucked into her skirt, and then finally the last two buttons.

I could see a cream colored bra underneath which covered her young, erect, Mount Everest, Pakistani Musalmān boobs.

I caught my breath as she removed her blouse completely and smiled at me.

Her bra was quite low cut.

They sure were big.

Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar  moved her hands over her bra in circular motions as she touched the fabric, and looked at me, smiling. “I’ll show you more of these in a minute,” she said teasingly.

My heart was pounding inward.

But outwardly I kept my face grave deliberately.

Then without any further hesitation, she unzipped her skirt and let it slide down, just like that!

And what a pleasant surprise I got.

She wasn’t wearing any panties even!

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar was certainly on my prey today.

In addition, her husband was also in it.

What were they after actually?

My zillions?

Why not?

Wasn’t that was the reason most of them were around me 24x7x365?

Or was it Islam?

Yes, some of them had that goal also, sincerely.

Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan looked up and grinned.

“Oh that’s nice, darling,” he said. “Don’t be shy now Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī,” he said looking at me and in a tone like we’d done this a hundred times before, and then went back to reading his paper.

This was amazing!

Quite incredible!

Yet true.

Truth was really sometimes stranger than fiction.

Wasn’t it?

There in front of me stood Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, naked from the waist down, wearing just a bra.

For the first time I saw her extremely beautiful young tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot from the front, although not a close up yet!

There was a neatly trimmed looking triangular patch of pubic hair there.

“I know you like my bottom, Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love,  so I thought not to waste any time, and leave my panties off,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar .

And with that she turned around and showed me her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt in its natural glory.

It was lightly tanned with wide mound like ass cheeks.

The flesh rippled a bit as she stood.

I stared transfixed and absorbed the young Pakistani Musalmān curves, the shape, and the parting line in the middle of her cheeks.

As I stared at Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s extremely gorgeous, young, firm, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass in its natural state for the first time ever, I realized it was more fabulous than I’d ever imagined.

It was all my dreams come true.

I wanted to fuck it there and then, as well as to fuck her Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was now straining vigorously in my pants.

Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan looked up again

“Give him a wiggle,” he said laughing.

And with that Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, standing on the spot wriggled her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass in front of me, and I saw her fleshy ass cheeks ripple and slither against each other causing my heart rate to go into overtime.

“Do you like Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s bottom?” she said teasingly, without turning around.

My mouth was dry, but I managed to utter quite confidently,

“Wow Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.”

“Would you like to see what’s between my ass cheeks?” she then said, again without turning around, and swinging her hips.

This made me even more mesmerized, seeing her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks wobble from side to side in front of me.

“Yea Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I smiled winking at her.

Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar laughed.

“You can have a little peek now” she said, “But I’ll let you have a better look later. We don’t want you using up all your energy now do we?”

And with that she parted her legs a little, and bent herself forward slightly.

The parting between her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks opened slightly, but I still couldn’t get a clear view of her.

Then as if she knew I wouldn’t be able to see quite clearly, she placed her hands on her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks, one on each, and then slowly pulled her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks apart.

I gasped shamelessly.

“Wow Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I said again, this time louder, and with more energy.

Why should I feel shame while both the husband and wife were so shameless themselves?

Now, I could clearly see her extremely beautiful young tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot, with what looked like small flaps of skin hanging down either side.

I’d never seen a her extremely beautiful young tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot before, so the sight was completely new to me.

Then pulling her cheeks apart further, I saw her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass hole, and what a glorious sight it was.

It was light pinkish-brown and with a star like appearance emanating from the centre.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was now raging.

She let go of her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass  cheeks and wriggled on the spot again, letting me see her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass  cheeks ripple and wobble again.

As she did so, she put her hands behind her and unclasped the bra straps.

She pulled off the bra and turned around again letting me see in full view her large tits. I sucked in air as I saw the large areola surrounding her nipples.

She shook her tits at me and smiled letting me see them in all their glory.

Then, putting her hands on her hips she said,

“Shall we see what effect I’ve had on you so far? Come on, take off your trousers.”

“Don’t be shy now Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī,” added Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, looking at me.

I stood up and Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar laughed proudly seeing the front of my pants stretched to the limit by my already hard Uncut Hindu Lund.

I undid the catch of my pants and hesitated for a Moment, teasing her actually.

I kind of felt a strange pride showing my Uncut Hindu Lund like this to both Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.

“Come on,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, “There’s nothing to hide from us.”

I grabbed both my boxer shorts and my pants and yanked them down in one go.

There I stood with my trousers at my feet and my 7 inch Uncut Hindu Lund sticking out rock hard, with pre-cum oozing out of the tip.

“My, Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, you have are really big,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar looking at my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan looked at me and said,

“Well done Dūlhā Bhāī. Now let your extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, relieve you as we discussed. Take your top off as well.”

I kicked my pants and underwear away, pulled off my t-shirt and stood in front of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan completely naked.

Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar sat down on the end of the bed.

“Now Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, you already know there are many ways in which a Musalmān Beauty can relieve you. One is to take your Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān mouth, which I enjoy very much.”

“Thank you Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, if you are really suggesting doing it yourself,” I smiled proudly.

“You are most welcome in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth,” she laughed. “Now come over her and stand in front of me.”

I obliged her.

“Now,” she continued, “before I play with it, you know when Hindu men and Musalmān women relieve each other like this, we often say words which may sound sexy or unusual. Your Ever Inefficient Pakistani Musalmān Sālā and I often use these words when we relieve each other and we feel it is ok for you to do the same, if you want to. Do you know what I mean?”

I was stunned again by her remarks, but way too much, into what was happening to care now.

As far as I could see, we were going to have sex of every sort, so it didn’t really matter what I said now.

“Yea sure Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, you mean words like Uncut Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot and tits, or fuck?”

“That’s right, Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, ” she said smiling and looking pleased that I knew what she had meant. Now, don’t mind if I say some of these words as well as its quite relieving when Hindu men and Musalmān women play together. Isn’t that right Ħabīb?” she said looking over at Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.

Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan had dropped his paper and was now watching us intently.

“Yes that’s right darling. You just go ahead and say what you like Dūlhā Bhāī, we don’t mind at all, and it will probably help to relieve you better as well. Remember Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar is helping to relieve you so you can massage her really well afterwards.”

“Come closer Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.

I moved myself to the end of the bed so that the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund was directly in front of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s ravenous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.

She grabbed the base with one hand and then looking up into my eyes as she did so, took the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her warm, welcoming Musalmān mouth.

I gasped, feeling the ecstatic warmth of a young Musalmān Beauty’s moist lips and mouth around my Uncut Hindu Lund, especially Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s for the first time.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar that feels so good.”

I inched myself a little closer to her face and she started bobbing her head forward and backwards as she took my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper and deeper into her warm, wet extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out, starting to feel totally uninhibited.

Actually, I wanted to tease Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.

But he looked at me proudly instead, as if saying,

‘Look what an excellent Musalmān wife I have!’

She then stopped sucking for a Moment and lapped her tongue around the head.

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Here was Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar   sucking on my Uncut Hindu Lund and her husband Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan looking on encouragingly a few feet away.

“Go on, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar – suck Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī well,” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan out loud.

Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar  looked up at me again and then let her tongue lick the piss slit at the tip of my Uncut Hindu Prick, playing and tickling it for a Moment , and then engulfed my entire shaft again in her Musalmān mouth .

I grabbed her head and carried on pumping back and forth in time with her sucking motions.

As I looked down again, I could see her large boobs jiggle and bounce under my Uncut Hindu Prick.

The sight of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s tits bouncing up and down, and from side to side inflamed me further and I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund get even harder.

She seemed to sense my increased arousal and responded by sucking even harder.

I felt my Hindu  semen rise in my balls.

Eīshān, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I said, “I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”

I started fucking her Musalmān mouth faster, holding her head in place, thrusting forward and in time with her sucking motions.

Faster and faster, her head was bobbing back and forth, in and out, until suddenly I felt myself cumming.

“I’m cumming, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. I’m cumming….Ahh, Ah, AGHHHHHHH………”

I shot my Hindu load into her Musalmān mouth and she clamped onto my Uncut Hindu Pricked as I did so, swallowing all I could give her.

“Ahhhh, AHHHH,” I cried out, feeling the cum pulsations continue and then slowly subside, whilst Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar sucked on every last drop.

After I’d stopped cumming and my Uncut Hindu Prick started to become limp, she licked around it, gently cleaning it up.

She then looked up at me again and licked her lips.

“That was lovely, Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, you tasted very nice. I hope you’re feeling relieved now.”

“That was fabulous Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I said. “I never imagined it to be so good, wow,” I added, collapsing next to her on the bed.

“Congratulations Hindu Dūlhā Bhāī,” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, “I hope you’re now feeling much better and can continue helping Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar , alike before with her massages, but with a few extras thrown in.”

“Yea thanks Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan,” I said, “For being so understanding.”

Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiled and leaned back with both hands on the bed behind her, leaving her young, erect, Mount Everest, Pakistani Musalmān boobs hanging sexily over her chest.

“Well, that was your first relieving session, Hindu Nandoījī. We can try a few different ways as we go on. But now do you think you’ll be ok to concentrate enough to give your Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, a good back and leg massage for a while?”

“Yea, sure Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I said, “Until I get excited again.

“Now before you go on Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī, ” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, “I realize that as this is all quite new for you with my wife, the sight of your extremely beautiful Musalmān Salhaj Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar ‘s naked body might get you aroused quite frequently.”

“Yea, I guess so Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan,” I replied without any hesitation whatsoever, though still not completely comfortable talking like this with him.

“Don’t worry about that,” he continued, “You’ll be able to control yourself better in time. One other important thing is that you’re not the only male here, and watching you and your extremely beautiful Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, has had an effect in arousing my sexual feelings too. I’m not as everyoung as you are and my powers of sexual activity are not what you are famous for, but your extremely beautiful Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, and I still relieve each other as well.”

Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Your Ever Inefficient  Pakistani Musalmān Sālā  is still quite frisky at times,” added Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar  with a giggle. “Although he might not be able to cum as often as you.”

I sat on the bed listening to this extraordinary conversation, which I’d never imagined would be taking place an hour ago, and which was changing my life with them completely.

“So,” continued Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan “Now that you are more aware of sexual activity, your extremely beautiful Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, and I will learn from you about sex as we go along. This also means that I may join you and Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar occasionally when you are massaging her, so that she can relieve me as well as you. Are you ok with that? The threesome of us, I mean?”

I smiled,

“Only on one condition.”

“We know.” Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar laughed, “You’d never lick my cunt and never tongue fuck me. In our threesome, my husband, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, has to do that ever.”

“That’s right. Take it or leave it.” I said gravely, “No bargaining, no compromise on the subject.”

“I knew that from my Musalmān friends who are honored with your threesome with their Musalmān houseladies. I take it.” Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

I slapped him playfully on his back,

“That closes the deal. I’ve no objection now in our threesome.”

“Forever?” Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan asked me hesitatingly.

“Okay, forever.”

They both ran to me and hugged me gratefully.

“Now you mustn’t be shy,” added Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, “Just because your Ever Inefficient  Musalmān Sālā Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan will join in, just be yourself and relax and we can all have some fun in relieving each other. Besides it will be quite nice for me, having two hard Lunds, one uncut and one cut, to play with. I’d enjoy both simultaneously.”

I smiled again at her words, never having heard her talk quite like this before, and felt my Uncut Hindu Lund move ever so slightly as she spoke.

The suggestion turned me on, but I didn’t think they had noticed the twitch in my Uncut Hindu Prick.

“And don’t forget” continued Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan,” That you are free to express yourself as you like, using words and phrases which are considered in the outside world to be rude or sexy, as your extremely beautiful Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, and I both enjoy talking like that when we relieve each other in private.”

I smiled, thinking this must all be a dream.

But my Uncut Hindu Prick told me it was actually happening as it slowly filled out and became semi-erect.

Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan both saw it this time.

“I see our little talk is having an effect on you already,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar with a laugh.

“That’s to be expected, dear,” replied Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, also half-laughing out.

“Well, let’s see how far we get this time,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar  as she got up, her tits swinging freely in front of her, and then lay herself on her front on the bed.

“Come on, give my back a nice rub for as long as you can, before I have to relieve you properly again,” she said lying naked on the bed, her ample Pakistani Musalmān butt completely exposed for the first time whilst I would be massaging her.

I got up, with my semi hard-Uncut Hindu Lund swinging a little in front of me.

This seemed a little absurd, but I decided to do what I could, and do my best in giving Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar a massage.

I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would be fully hard as a rock again, though.

I knelt on the bed, next to Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, and started rubbing her back.

Trying to concentrate as much as I could, and without looking at her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt, I started at her shoulders, and firmly kneaded her flesh, in round swirling motions.

“Oh, that feels great,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, “Are you ok?”

“Yea, sure Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I replied, “I’ll let you know…er..you know, or maybe you’ll be able to tell when I need some relief,” I added light heartedly, as I began to relax at little at the ‘situation’ I was in.

I moved down her back very slowly, to her shoulder blades and over her ribs.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was still semi erect as I tried to focus on her needs, rather than my sexual arousal.

I managed to continue like this over her back and shoulders for about ten minutes.

Then as I moved down to her back, the sight of the mounds of her fleshy Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks got me going again.

I hadn’t touched them yet, and their sight was like a magnet now drawing my hands ever closer.

“You’ve got a fabulous Pakistani Musalmān ass Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I said boldly.

It just came out, almost from my subconscious mind, and I surprised them as I said it.

“Thank you darling,” replied Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. “You can massage and feel it if you like.”

It felt like those words were sent from heaven.

I let my hands wander over the curvy Pakistani Musalmān flesh, feeling and pressing down hard, making sure I grabbed a full palm of flesh in each hand, and swirled them around fully, getting a good feel all over her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass .

I was in ecstasy, and my Uncut Hindu Lund responded.

“I’d like to kiss you down there Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I smiled.

She smiled her thanks, pushed herself up onto her elbows, and her big boobs hung down sexily under her.

She looked down at my Uncut Hindu Lund and saw I was hard again.

“Well, it looks like it’s time to relieve you again,” she said smiling at me and with what seemed like a twinkle in her eye.

Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, who had all this time been watching us intently, then got up from his armchair and said,

“Dūlhā Bhāī, I’ve enjoyed watching you and Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar immensely, and now we will show you a way in which she can relieve us both.”

“What would you like to do darling?” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar sitting up on the bed now, her tits again wobbling and jiggling in front of her.

They looked awesome, and I still hadn’t kissed them yet!

Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan started to unbuckle the belt of his pants.

I wasn’t quite sure I was ready for this, but it looked like it was going to happen anyway.

“Well,” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan  as he continued to undress, “I’ll get on the bed, and you can suck me whilst you are on all fours, and that way Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī,  can get his wish, and give your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass a good Hindu kiss. How does that sound Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī?”

My Uncut Hindu Lund jerked up at the thought, and he saw it move, as did Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. “I guess that’s ok with you then,” he said, without me responding as they both laughed out loudly.

Seeing the joke, I joined in and felt a wave of relaxation go over me.

Laughing seemed to do the trick in easing my tension at being naked with Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.

By now, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan had removed his shirt and trousers, and only had his underwear on. He pulled those down in one go.

His cut Musalmān nūnī was still flaccid, though he was neatly trimmed around his pubic hair.

Chapter 14


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