Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 14Posted: September 13, 2011
Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
“I don’t think it’s sick. I think it’s beautiful that you love your Hindu father enough to want to share yourself with him. I realize most people think it’s weird but I’m not one of them. Like I said if you don’t want me to, I won’t have Durgesh. If you want Durgesh for yourself, that’s Ok.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr hesitated.
“Do you think you can get Durgesh to do you? I mean he’s pretty open but a little old fashioned at times, especially when I’m around, or other twenty eights.”
“Well, I don’t think it would be easy, especially the way Durgesh was acting when he was putting the stuff on me. All alert and proper and all, but I think I could do it. You know get me interested. But you’re right if I thought you’d be upset I wouldn’t even consider it.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at her friend.
“Go for it Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl, and good luck.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah kissed her,
“Thanks. And if it works out maybe we can share Durgesh.”
“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! you little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slut. First you want to fuck Durgesh then you want me to join in a three way.” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed. “Maybe, but for now, if I stay here talking to you I’m going to get all horny again and your sunburn is too bad to help with that. So I better get to my own bed.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr crawled out of bed and gave her friend another long kiss before gathering up her clothes and returning to her own room.
She lay in bed a long time thinking about Nasīm Muåāwiyah and making love to her and then thinking about her Hindu father and how it might feel to have my Uncut Hindu Cock in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot or in her mouth and how good my Hindu cum would taste.
The same cum which made her Ammī cheating her Abbū.
She had to play with her ravenous Musalmān clit and get off before she could even begin to relax enough to think of sleep.
Then once asleep, she dreamt of me, fucking her, in all possible and impossible positions, everywhere, in public too, openly.
How rotten Bābarah Åālamgīr was.
I was getting ready for bed and decided to check my e-mail before going to sleep.
Usually I wore nothing to bed but with 4 Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls in the house, I had started wearing sweat shorts to bed, just in case.
So I padded down the stairs and as I got to the second floor, I heard a noise and noticed that Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s light was still on.
I was concerned for her.
Therefore, I turned and went toward her room.
I turned at the doorway and it was open.
I raised my hand to knock and stopped frozen.
As I looked in, I could see Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s sunburned body lying on the bed but on top of her, at right angles was another female, kneeling over her, and bent at the waist.
Her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot pointing directly at me and the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot had a finger in it.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was fingering one of the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls.
Then the long red hair hit my awareness.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was having lesbian sex with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr!
I took a step back into the darkened hallway, then another.
I knew I should turn and go but I was mesmerized by the sight of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s perfect Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot being finger fucked by the beautiful little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl in the bed.
I watched the entire tableau unfold and watched as Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, came on the hand in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Watched as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juice ran down the arm then as they lay down together and started to talk.
I heard the whole conversation.
Heard how Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to have sex with Bābarah Åālamgīr again and how Bābarah Åālamgīr did also.
While I had gotten a hardon immediately on seeing the panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, the revelation that Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, found me hot and wanted to bed me nearly made me cum in my pants.
How I managed to control myself, only Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā and I knew.
Then I heard Bābarah Åālamgīr agree to it and give her blessing.
This was too much.
Fuck the e-mail, I needed a strong amount of juice.
I retreated back upstairs and retrieved myself a water glass.
I filled it with juice.
I drank it down quick, trying to calm my nerves.
Then I went to bed to let it work its magic and calm me down.
I lay in bed waiting.
Memories of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl’s ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot kept floating in my mind.
“She is not supposed to think like that. you pervert Musalmān girl. You want to fuck Nasīm Muåāwiyah, Ok go ahead, or Nishāt Nazli or Zubaydah Bābar Ok, be a cradle robber but your Live in relationship Partner’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl. That is a no no!!” I chastised myself.
With those thoughts running through my head, I dropped off into sleep.
Later that night or actually early the next morning I was awaked to a whimpering and somebody shaking me.
I was still suffering the partial effects of the sexy thoughts as well as being woken from a dead sleep.
“Durgesh, help me. It hurts again, please.”
I became conscious enough to recognize Nasīm Muåāwiyah standing over my bed, holding the jar of suave.
“Ok lay down here let me put it on you.”
She crawled onto the other side of my bed and laid her extremely beautiful naked Musalmān body on my sheets.
I began to apply the suave to her as I had done before.
By the time I got to her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass, I was awake enough to remember the sight and the conversation I had overheard earlier.
But realizing I was still a little abnormal, I was not sure if it was an obsession induced dream or reality induced.
So I carefully applied the ointment and enjoyed touching this young Musalmān body in my bed.
Well, if it was reality, I could deal with bedding this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty but if it was a dream I was not going to fuck up my relationship with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Before long, I had finished her back and she rolled over already purring thanks and how much better she felt.
I went to work on her front and this time I spent more time on her breast than I really had to but I was enjoying it and so was she.
She was sighing and purring how nice it felt.
Then as I moved lower and did her stomach and legs, I noticed she had her legs spread farther than she had before.
I had a wonderful view of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
A very tempting view.
Then I returned to do the crease in her legs, as I did the first side she reacted by slightly humping forward toward my hand.
I hesitated but went to do the other side and this time as my hand passed near her sex she reached out like lightening, grasped my hand and pulled it into herself as she orgasamed.
She held my hand on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and tried to hump against it.
I was cautious.
Not sure what to do.
Yes, I would like to fuck her and my Hindu hardon proved it but I wanted to be sure, before I took this risk.
So I held still and she looked up at me with pleading eyes.
I had to say something.
“I was sleeping and am still a little asleep. I need time. I want to be sure. Please not tonight.”
She looked up at me and smiled.
She knew she had me but if she really wanted it she should wait so all she said was,
“Ok, but can I stay with you tonight. Please!”
“But Bābarah Åālamgīr…Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr ?” I asked.
“She won’t mind. Besides, I just came here to get ointment and fell asleep. No hanky panky. Just fell asleep.”
I relented and lay back down next to her.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah slid over to be close to me before we both drifted off to sleep.
Bābarah Åālamgīr woke early the next morning feeling good.
She got out of bed and headed into the bathroom as she passed Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s room she noticed her friend was not in bed.
“Well, either she went after daddy last night or she’s up early, ” Bābarah Åālamgīr thought to herself.
After she finished her morning pee, she returned to her room and slipped on a pair of panties.
Then she reached for a shirt and stopped.
“No, if I’m going to work on daddy too, then I may as well start today.”
For a minute, she thought about taking the panties back off but then figured that may be a little much for the first time.
So it was in just her sheer panties that she climbed the steps to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.
A quick glance in the kitchen said,
“No coffee made, means Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s with daddy.”
Not being able to resist, Bābarah Åālamgīr went and peeked in my room.
Sure enough, there was her friend, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, naked in her Hindu father’s bed, spooned up against me.
And the surprise she had was her hand lying over my side and buried down the front of my pants, holding my Uncut Hindu Lund greedily in her palm.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smirked at the sight.
She retreated to the kitchen to make coffee for everybody.
I woke to the pleasant smell of fresh coffee.
Was it not?
Then the events of the night before, crashed in on me.
I controlled myself and tried to remember.
“Did I fuck this Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl and was it Nasīm Muåāwiyah holding my Uncut Hindu Lund or Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr herself?”
“Bābarah Åālamgīr?” The cobwebs cleared and things fell into place.
Relief flooded me as I freed myself from my sleeping would be lover and slipped out of bed.
I quietly pulled on a T-shirt and moved out to the kitchen for some coffee.
As I got there, I saw Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, standing there leaning against the counter with coffee in her hand an appreciative smirk on her face and her tits bare to anybody in sight.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Bābarah Åālamgīr, put some clothes on. You’re not supposed to be running around like that in front of me.”
She smirked even harder at me and said,
“Why not, you’ve seen them before and they are not much bigger now then they were then. Oh, and did you and Nasīm Muåāwiyah have fun last night? Cradle robber, seducing your daughter’s friends. You ought to be ashamed of it.”
“Hey, What are you talking about? Nasīm Muåāwiyah…Nasīm Muåāwiyah came in and woke me last night for the suave and… and fell asleep. That’s all. Nothing happened.”
She set her coffee cup down and turned to make mine for me.
She walked over and handed it to me.
“That’s Ok daddy. If you want to fuck my young Musalmān friends and we all think you’re the hottest Hindu on the globe, so we probably all the young Musalmān Beauties want to fuck you too ourselves. It’s ok with me.”
That said, she put her arms around me, gave me a hug and said,
“It’s Ok I agree with them, you are the utmost hottie.”
Stunned at her audacity, before I could react, she released me.
“I’m going to get a shower. When I’m done I’ll make you breakfast and we can talk about making Nasīm Muåāwiyah my new Ammī.” She smiled over her shoulder at me as she went down the stairs.
I smiled to myself.
Bābarah Åālamgīr said they all wanted to fuck me.
It meant not only Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to be her Ammī, they all of them wanted to be so too.
Even Bābarah Åālamgīr herself wanted to be her own new Ammī?
Well, that’s what Bābarah Åālamgīr said.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, seemed bent on seducing me.
The thought ran through my head as I stood in the kitchen holding my coffee cup.
Then I groaned as I realized my Uncut Hindu Lund was as hard as it had ever been.
The thought of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s nearly naked perfect young Musalmān body and her tongue in my mouth had gotten me excited.
This was not supposed to happen.
This was Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Yet Bābarah Åālamgīr herself had already started it now by kissing me and pushing her tongue in my mouth in a passionate French kiss.
I needed to think, to figure this out.
I headed for the deck.
It was always peaceful in the morning and I often sat there to work out problems that clients and my Musalmān Beauties brought to me.
I took my coffee cup and moved out into the early morning sunshine.
It was already warm out but the breeze coming off the ocean was pleasant.
I had a place where I would sit and think.
It was the far corner of the deck, hidden from everything else.
I had long ago set a table and chair there.
I moved to it now and sat down with my coffee.
I sat there, at first drinking in the warm sunshine and letting the coffee work.
Then my thoughts began to form.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s coming to me in the middle of the night had not been a total surprise.
I had overheard her and Bābarah Åālamgīr talking and I, at least intellectually knew that she wanted to get into my bed.
But emotionally I was not prepared for an aggressive and beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman to try and jump my bones.
That was fairly easy to deal with.
Yes, I could handle that.
Especially since Bābarah Åālamgīr did not seem to mind at all.
She had given her approval to Nasīm Muåāwiyah last night.
But before I let the little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl have her way with me I wanted to find out what she was going to expect.
Was it a roll in the hay, some recreational sex? Or was she going to place emotional baggage on top of the act.
If she was, then I was going to have to go very slowly and make sure that I was willing to accept a new relationship more.
I had spent the last four years avoiding entanglements.
Short affairs only, no time to get serious.
There were enough local Musalmān women who got them knocked up, over the summer.
And then spent most of the rest of their lives looking for someone to take care of them.
Not that I would have minded in a couple of cases, but at my age I really did not want to take on the responsibility of raising kids again.
I did my time and yes it turned out well and I love Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, but I have no intention of going to PhD exercises in a wheelchair and turning up my hearing aid to hear the address.
But then there was Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, apparently wanted to have sex with me too.
I had to admit to myself that I found the idea exciting.
I got hard as a rock at the thought of her luscious Musalmān titties.
The way she had stood there in the kitchen damn near naked.
Hell, even her panties were so sheer that I could see the thin red strip of pubic hair she kept when she shaved herself.
She was a young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and I had always had a thing for redheads.
Her Ammī had been a blonde.
Yet Bābarah Åālamgīr had red hair.
About the only thing I could think of, besides just chastising her about it, was to ignore it and let her work past it.
I knew she had always been fickle with boys.
A month or two with this one, then move to another.
Where her Ammī had been emotionally needy, clinging to a relationship just because it was there, she had grown up to be indecisive instead.
Strong and independent, not really needing someone to be happy but apparently enjoying the contact.
Well, it seemed like that was the best way to handle it, just ignore her advances and let her know I loved her.
After all, it was only two weeks.
Then she would be going back to her Ammī’s until she found a job.
My coffee finished and my thoughts cleared up, plans laid I moved back to the kitchen and poured another cup to take into the bathroom with me where I would shower, shave and prepare for the day.
Once in the bathroom, I did something, I never did.
I locked the door.
Living alone all this time, I rarely even closed the bathroom door but today I deliberately locked it.
I just didn’t want any surprises.
I wanted to have some control of the situation the when and where.
I could just imagine Nasīm Muåāwiyah or worse yet Bābarah Åālamgīr, walking in and joining me in the shower.
Not that that would be a bad thing, at least in Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s case but I wanted to define the relationship first, not just have it thrust on me.
I finished my morning ablutions in peace and pulled my shorts on to return to enter the bedroom.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah had gotten up and she was not in the room.
I could hear the chatter of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls out in the kitchen.
I pulled on a clean pair of shorts and T Shirt and went to join them.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah had woken to find herself alone in the bed.
She could hear the shower running and decided to surprise me and join me.
But as she moved to the door, she found it locked.
“Damn.” She muttered as she turned and headed for the kitchen.
She could hear the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls out there and had a need for the coffee she smelled and some breakfast.
After having spent most of the last 24 hours naked among her friends and me, it never occurred to her to dress before joining them.
Maybe she should have.
As she walked out of my room, all conversation at the table stopped and the three Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stared at her.
She looked back at them.
“What?” she asked.
“And how did you sleep last night?” Zubaydah Bābar smirked at her. “Do a little sleep walking or did you decide you need some exercise before you could sleep?”
Nishāt Nazli joined in.
“I bet she just needs a little more CREAM applied.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was silent but the smirk on her pretty face said just as much.
“You all have dirty minds. I just needed more ointment early this morning and I woke Durgesh up then I fell asleep and I let me stay there. Nothing happened. Too bad, more’s the pity.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli just stared at her.
Then Nishāt Nazli was the first to speak.
Then the two of them noticed the smirk still on Bābarah Åālamgīr’s face.
“You knew, didn’t you? You knew she was going after Durgesh.”
“Well, we talked about it and hey Durgesh may be Durgesh but you girls were right yesterday. Durgesh does look better than a lot of what we see at the beach. I mean take away the gray hair and Durgesh would be a hunk.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered, “So when Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked me if I’d be upset, I decided that I would not.”
They looked back at Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
“So, spill how was it?”
“It wasn’t! Like I said, I needed ointment and then fell asleep. I’ll admit that I gave Durgesh the opportunity but Durgesh backed off. He’s worried about Bābarah Åālamgīr’s feelings. So I break that down and I get Durgesh to take my cherry.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah stated matter-of-factly. Then she giggled. “I did get my hand on it though.”
“Come on tell us, is it worth the effort?” Zubaydah Bābar demanded.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at them shyly.
“Well, let me put it this way. If I wrap my hand around it my fingers can’t touch.”
“No shit?” Nishāt Nazli asked.
“I couldn’t tell how long it is but it is definitely bigger and stronger than any I have ever held.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah added.
She had poured her coffee and sat at the table to join them.
Zubaydah Bābar looked at her as she sat down,
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked down at her coffee.
“Durgesh locked the door.”
Nishāt Nazli laughed.
“Apparently she tried.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah gave them a shy smile and they continued to tease her.
It took her a few minutes to realize that Bābarah Åālamgīr was naked from the waist up.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, where’s your top?” Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked a little shocked.
“Down stairs in my room. I figured if you can walk around naked I can go, at least, topless.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered.
They both laughed.
“That’s what we were talking about when you came in. If you and Bābarah Åālamgīr are going to go au-naturale than we may too. But for now I’m going to go get a shower. Look out because I may come back like Bābarah Åālamgīr.” Zubaydah Bābar offered.
“Yeah we’ll have to look out because with the pair you have, if you turn too fast you’ll knock one of us into the next county.” Bābarah Åālamgīr teased.
“You’re just jealous.” Zubaydah Bābar defended.
“Damn right I am.” Bābarah Åālamgīr admitted. “How’d you like to go through life looking like a boy?”
“It’s better than having to look out every time you turn around or bend over.” Zubaydah Bābar countered.
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” Nishāt Nazli stated. “Of all of us you have the least amount of trouble attracting Hindu boys.”
Now Bābarah Åālamgīr blushed.
She had to admit they were right on that one.
She had always had a Hindu boyfriend whenever she wanted one and at least one or two waiting in the wings.
They all laughed at Bābarah Åālamgīr’s blush, knowing that they had scored.
That was when I walked in.
Zubaydah Bābar noticed me first.
She was determined to tease me a bit so she jumped out of her chair and ran over to me.
She threw her arms around me and said,
“Morning Daddy!” and gave me a kiss on my lips.
She was wearing a T-shirt and panties and her dress and attack gave me an immediate Hindu hard on.
As Zubaydah Bābar released me I found myself in Nishāt Nazli’s embrace as she repeated Zubaydah Bābar’s greeting and antics.
The only difference being that since she had approached me from the side she took the opportunity to rub her Musalmān crotch against my leg.
We both stepped back.
“We’re going to go take a shower before breakfast. We’ll be back soon.” Nishāt Nazli quipped before she and Zubaydah Bābar headed down the stairs.
I looked over at the two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely attractive Musalmān girls sitting at the table.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was as usual naked.
I was beginning to get used to that as her normal condition.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was still without a top.
Her tits were sticking out and pointing across the room, her nipples hard at attention.
I said a little prayer to myself,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, let her be wearing panties at least.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr broke my train of thought.
“I was going to make pancakes for everyone. Is that Ok with you, Daddy?”
As she finished her statement, she stood up and to my relief I saw she was wearing panties.
‘Well, that was soothing at least.’ I thought.
“Pancakes are fine sweetheart.” I answered her. “What are you girls planning for today, more beach?” I asked as I sat down.
“I don’t know. We feel bad about Nasīm Muåāwiyah being stuck here and were thinking about doing soothing we could all do.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll watch movies, read, or something. You enjoy the sun.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah chirped.
Bābarah Åālamgīr knew that Nasīm Muåāwiyah was looking forward to getting her Hindu father alone for a little while and she turned her back on us so she could smile without being caught.
Then she heard her dad.
“She may be right. I watched the weather earlier and they are calling for rain all day tomorrow. Then by the day after Nasīm Muåāwiyah ought to be able to go into the sun again, in small doses.” I added sternly.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled at me,
I was taken back for a few seconds as I looked at her and realized again just what a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān woman she was.
Even with her skin sunburned she still was striking with her black curly hair framing her face and hanging onto her shoulders.
I shook myself back to reality and began a more or less normal conversation with the naked nymph next to me.
Nearly naked Bābarah Åālamgīr was in the kitchen.
The first batch of pancakes was ready and Bābarah Åālamgīr was bringing them to the table when Zubaydah Bābar came up the steps.
I did a double take.
She was wearing a towel around her waist and nothing else.
Her massive Musalmān tits were swinging free.
Her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body was muscular and tight and although her breasts were huge they fitted well with her large frame, looked good on her, and were full firm and as tight as the rest of them with not even a little sag in them.
She was carrying two strips of cloth that were supposed to be bathing suits.
“Which suit should I wear today?’ she was asking whoever was listening.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked over at her and said.
“The blue one. Breakfast is ready.”
“Oh good, I’m hungry.” she started toward the table dropping the bathing suits on a chair as she passed and sat down on the other side of me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr called down the steps.
“Nishāt Nazli, pancakes are hot. Better hurry.”
I heard her pounding up the steps and she topped them dressed like Bābarah Åālamgīr in just panties.
As she took a seat, I smiled inwardly.
I resolved to do my best to appear to ignore it and stared at my plate as I ate.
But soon the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls dragged me into their conversation.
They were discussing their plans and the coming rain, and were asking me if there was anything to do on a rainy day.
I started listing a few places we could go.
Most of them involved shopping, which, naturally pleased the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls.
But we were unsure where these places were.
When you live someplace, directions are not a worry.
You know how to get everywhere.
But when you try to explain it to visitors, you are rapidly lost.
Finally, I offered.
“Ok, I’ll tell you what. If it rains tomorrow, and if you want to go shopping, I will play taxi driver and guide for the day and I’ll take you to dinner besides. But there is one condition.”
They all stared at me expectantly.
“You all have to wear clothing in public.” I smiled at them.
They all laughed.
Since we had finished eating we each got up with their plate, stopped and gave me a hug and a “Thank you Daddy”.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was first and even though she was nearly naked, she made no overt moves other than a quick chaste hug.
Nishāt Nazli was next and her hug included a peck on the cheek.
Then came Zubaydah Bābar.
She wrapped her arm around my head and pulled me into her ample Musalmān cleavage.
I thought I was going to suffocate as she squeezed me against her Musalmān tits.
Then she released me and walked away as if it were the most natural thing.
That left Nasīm Muåāwiyah sitting next to me.
She stood and wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me and whimpered.
“Thank you daddy.” into my ear and as she pulled back, she gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.
A kiss she was obviously in no hurry to break.
I felt her tongue slide out and across my lips and I resisted the temptation to open my mouth and accept it.
Instead, I just returned her kiss tenderly and with feeling.
She finally broke away and smiled at me as she picked up her plate to carry it to the sink.
“I’m going to go down for a shower.” She announced.
That left Bābarah Åālamgīr and me alone.
I sat there a little frazzled after having my head buried in Zubaydah Bābar’s Musalmān tits, I was a little unsure.
“Are all these Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls trying to get into my bed? Hell maybe I should just surrender and lay down and let them use me.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr walked over to the table to pick up my plate.
She looked at me and knew I was a little cautious.
She bent over and gave me a hug again.
I looked back at her and said.
“I know, but I wonder about Nasīm Muåāwiyah. She seems… different, than the others.” I was fishing to get her reaction.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked at me.
“She is. She really likes you, despite the age difference. And Daddy, It really is Ok with me. I love you, you’re my daddy and I love her too. She’s my friend. And if it makes two people, I love, happy or even if it just gives them a little pleasure, then I’m all for it.”
I stared at her as she returned to the kitchen.
I did not decide immediately what to make of it.
I watched her for a long time as she busied herself in cleaning up the breakfast dishes before I rose and walked to her.
She heard me come up behind her and then as I grasped her shoulders I turned her around and took a step back openly to admire her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
Despite her intentions and desires, my open gaze embarrassed her and she blushed.
I noticed her blush and pulled her into a hug.
“You really have grown into a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman, inside and out. I love you, and thank you.”
Then I released her.
“I have some work to do. I’ll be in my office. Let Nasīm Muåāwiyah know if her sunburn bothers her she should let me know.” With that, I turned and went down the stairs to my office.
Bābarah Åālamgīr took her time finishing the dishes.
She was thinking.
It gave her a thrill.
She knew her panties were wet, she could feel it.
She really wanted me inside her so desperately now.
It had been a bit embarrassing, for her Hindu father to admire her, openly.
Embarrassing yes, but also intoxicating.
She was now more determined than ever to make love to me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr now wanted to replace her Ammī, quite determinedly.
She wanted to repent for what her Ammī did misbehaving with me.
That’s what it would be now she understood.
She did not want just to fuck me or have sex.
She wanted to make love to me.
But to succeed Bābarah Åālamgīr had to come up with a plan because she knew that although I had said nothing to her about putting clothes on after my shower, I still was not used to her running around in her panties and she intended on wearing less than that with me soon.
I went to my office to put the finishing touches on the report for my client.
It would only take an hour or so and I could print it and get it in the mail.
I would also e-mail a copy but the hard copy was the final product.
I sat down, fired up the computer, and in minutes, I was working away, ignoring the rest of the world.
I had put the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls and sex out of my mind and was focused on the task at hand.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah came back upstairs just after I had gone to my office.
She found Bābarah Åālamgīr at the sink, doing the last of the dishes.
“Where’s daddy?” she asked.
The question woke Bābarah Åālamgīr from her daydream.
“Oh… uh… he’s down in his private office. He said to tell you that if your sunburn bothered you again you should just let him know.” Then she paused for a few seconds and a smile crossed her face.
She turned to Nasīm Muåāwiyah and in her best little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl voice asked.
“Are you going to be my new Ammī?”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah stared at her then they both broke out laughing.
“I never thought about it like that.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled and looked at her friend.
“If you still want him, I think you’ll have him today while we’re at the beach. I talked to him a little, you know, kind of hinted. I just told him that if it made you happy and him happy than I thought he should do it. I mean I could have done little more other than saying please fuck my friend.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled and hugged her friend.
“Thank you. But what about you, do you still … want to?”
“Yeah now more than ever. And Vallah, I will. It will just take a little time to wear me down. But for now, I’m going to change and get Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli out of your way for a couple of hours. Not that either of them would care other than want to watch and maybe join in. but you and especially Daddy don’t need the extra pressure.”
She kissed her friend gently on the lips and went down the steps calling her other two friends to get ready to go.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah sat down on the couch.
She figured she would give the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī awfully attractive Musalmān girls time to get out of the house and then maybe an hour to let it seem like a normal thing.
In the meantime, she flipped on the TV and stretched out on the couch.
I finished my paperwork and printed it out.
I checked the time only a little more than an hour.
Now I figured I’d go upstairs and see what was going on.
When I reached the top floor, I found the TV on and apparently no one home.
I was wondering where Nasīm Muåāwiyah was as I walked over to turn the television off then I saw her stretched out on the couch dozing.
She looked very cute and peaceful lying there.
I did not want to disturb her.
I picked up the remote as I admired her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
I was amazed at how free these Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls were about showing their Musalmān bodies,
‘Of course with the thongs they wear, being naked is no big step.’ I mused to myself.
I hit the button and set the remote on the table as I headed for the refrigerator.
Then I heard Nasīm Muåāwiyah stir.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”