Durgesh Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan
I was the only man in Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s family.
They were all extremely beautiful, rich, educated properly and well sophisticated.
Āsiyah Jahāngīr was their Ammī.
Yet, even at her forty eight, she had successfully maintained her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body so perfectly that no one thought of her as an Ammī of six brilliant smart young daughters.
Even after being told properly, everyone thought Āsiyah Jahāngīr was their elder sister, aged thirty only.
Yes, but true.
They started to call Āsiyah Jahāngīr ‘Bājī’ even to tease their Ammījān.
Āsiyah Jahāngīr scolded them, but to her own surprise, she enjoyed it secretly.
Yes, Āsiyah Jahāngīr was not a Pakistani originally.
Her Ammī married a Pakistani, Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr.
Āsiyah Jahāngīr was Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr’s daughter.
She was born when her Ammī was in Saůūdī Årab.
Even Āsiyah Jahāngīr was raised and educated in Saůūdī Årab.
Only her citizenship and name was Pakistani.
Even her husband was an Indian, and not only Indian, a great patriot of India that always criticized Pakistan for fighting against India.
He was an Indian to the extent even the Hindus were not.
Najmul Ħasan was most revered by Hindus.
Alas, the communal Musalmīn were his critics, however.
I appreciated him.
Her Indian husband Najmul Ħasan had, however, divorced Āsiyah Jahāngīr, shortly after her six daughters were born.
Najmul Ħasan wanted a son of his own.
He had requested me to replace him for all practical purposes but his Ammī still used to compel him to have his own son.
“You are right, son.” His Ammī had agreed with him, “Even then, never forget, even Ħuzūrs had to marry his adopted son’s wife, Zaynabrza. Allah knows better, Najmul Ħasan. We are only playthings in His hands.”
Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter was 34 years younger than I was.
The ages came down two years at a time.
In order of oldest to youngest they were:
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, at 28 years old.
She had shoulder length hair, dyed deep red, and a set of breasts that anyone would love to have, really firm and big.
She was fit and always at the gym to keep her tight body at its best.
She was really outgoing and loud, but had never found the right guy.
Right guy in Musalmīn?
She laughed ironically.
‘Most uneducated/under educated fools’, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan spat at them.
The morons thought, ‘Ultra-Modern Scientific Education’ was against Islam.
Therefore, they hated and avoided it deliberately.
Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was the next at 26 years old.
She had very dark shoulder length hair and her breasts were a little smaller than Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s but still a great size.
She too went down to the gym a lot and was just as fit as her older sister was.
She was the shyer of the sisters but still had no problem with going out.
Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was next, 24 years old with long blonde hair.
Her breasts were big size and in addition to that, she had the most perfect legs also, one could imagine, long and sleek.
She was the fittest of the lot due to the fact she danced a lot and hoped one day to go professional.
She was the flirt of the gang, never one to back away from anything or anyone.
Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was next.
22 years old, exactly forty years younger to me.
She too was blonde, but her hair was shorter than Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s.
Her breasts were also very large, only just smaller than Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s.
Again, like her sisters, she was a gym freak and was in really good shape.
She was sort of in between the personalities, neither really shy nor flirtatious.
Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan was next at 20 years old.
She had hair like Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, really dark, but much longer.
Her breasts were big and she had a wonderful habit of only wearing tight fitting tops.
She never went to the gym, but was just naturally blessed with a perfect figure that all the others were jealous of.
She was one of the outgoing gang who stuck together a lot more than the others.
Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was the youngest, only 18 years old.
She had blonde hair that flowed down to the middle of her back, and she had great breasts that sat on a thin, but excellent body.
She went to the gym like the others and it showed on her.
She had a perfect hourglass figure and a really tight Pakistani Musalmān ass.
Like Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, she was a bit shy.
All of them were extremely busy now campaigning for their Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s National Assembly seat.
What a coincidence!
India was also campaigning nowadays for its 2012 Midterm Parliamentary Elections.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s voice came into my ears as she made her way into the living room dressed in a tight-fitting, white, cotton T-shirt and tight jeans.
“Hi Durgesh. Good day planned?”
“Nope, you?” I asked back.
“Just the same as always, gym then TV.”
I looked at the clock, 9:00 AM and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was already off to the gym.
“You are crazy you know that, don’t you?” I said, smiling, as Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter grabbed her gym bag and packed her stuff into it.
“What do you mean crazy? I’m just err… focused.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled back at me before looking at the bright sun outside.
“Look Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, anyone who goes to the gym at 9:00 AM is crazy. I run for 20 mins at 11:00 AM then again at 4:00 PM and that’s plenty for me.” I said shaking my head.
“Well Durgesh darling,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she moved over to stand right behind me.
All of them invariably called me ‘Durgesh darling’ to tease me at least if nothing else for.
They suspected I’d already replaced their Abbū in their Ammī’s life.
They could not believe Āsiyah Jahāngīr never surrendered to me.
And I allowed her not to surrender to me?
I was obsessed with fucking each and every Musalmān Beauty available to me.
She disapproved the fact that her ex-husband had constructed a trust to monitor her financial activities with me as the Chairman of the trust.
Even Āsiyah Jahāngīr was fourteen years younger than I was.
All of them were ultra-modern, smart, Musalmān young ladies, thoroughly immersed in Western Culture.
“Maybe if you did come to the gym with me you wouldn’t be soooooo…. fat.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan joked as she leaned down and gave my ear a little lick.
She refused to respect my age.
“Sixteen years younger than even you are?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her Ammī incredulously.
“Yes, I have verified his electoral record in India even.”
“Hey, I’m not fat!” I said in mock anger at Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan who smiled and nodded teasingly at me before grabbing her bag and heading for the door.
“I’ll be gone for about 2 hours. Ammī and the others are still in bed. So be quiet, will you? They had a bad night. See you later.”
“Yea see ya.” I said.
An hour later, it was Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan who was the next to show her face.
“Hi, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan.” I said as I saw her walk into the room.
“Hi Durgesh darling. Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan gone already?” She asked.
“Yes, my dear.”
“I don’t know how she and the others do it, do you?”
“No idea.” I said watching TV.
“I mean, I never go to the gym and look at me, I’m fine.” Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan said pointing out the obvious to her knowing Durgesh darling.
“Hi you two.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan came walking in past her sister, sat on the sofa next to me and grabbed the remote from me.
“Hi.” Both Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and I said together.
Soon all the young Pakistani Musalmān women were up and rushing around the house.
Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan all quickly rushed off to the gym after breakfast leaving Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, their Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, and me in the house.
Being Saturday, none was at work and, as usual, the house would be hectic with all eight coming in and out of rooms at irregular intervals.
For Saturdays they had other arrangements for the campaigning that didn’t require their presence personally.
When the whole family was together, they sat around the TV with their dinner.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan , their ever thirty Ammī, always looking eighteen years younger than she actually was, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, and I sat on the sofa, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sat on the chair next to us.
Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were all on the floor.
It was their favorite place, when eating or watching TV.
Currently they were doing both.
When they were all finished Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got up and took everyone’s plates into the kitchen putting them in the sink, to be washed later by house cleaners, before returning to her seat.
“That was great Ammī, really nice.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said, to which all the others agreed.
“Thanks, I do my best.” Āsiyah Jahāngīr said to her kids.
It was so nice that they had all stayed with her when normally they would have flown to their nests, their rooms that is.
The house, they lived in, was a nice size.
It had three large bedrooms, an attic conversion, a big kitchen, a large living room and a big garden.
The bedrooms had been divided up between the girls with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan sharing one room and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan sharing another.
Āsiyah Jahāngīr had one to herself and I had the attic all to myself, whenever I stayed there.
According to the settlement and the Trust Provisions, the house and the business both belonged to the Trust, not to them.
None of them could dissolve the Trust without my express agreement to it.
“Durgesh must have really fucked your Grand Ammī.” their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had taunted Najmul Ħasan, her ex-husband.
All of them laughed openly.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan chuckled.
All of them laughed again.
“Durgesh must really enjoying Dādī Ammī’s sixty years old ever tight Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan winked, “He claims he is sixty two, two years older than even our great Kħātūn, Dādī Ammī, Fāzilah Taymūr.”
Once again, all of them laughed.
Highly Westernized Taymūr family hated every taboo Western Culture ridiculed.
It was amazing every one of them was still One Man Woman.
“Well it was excellent Āsiyah, but, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the loo.” I said getting up and heading for the stairs.
“I admonished you, Durgesh,” their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr addressed me curtly; “my eldest daughter is twenty eight. You are only four years elder to her. You must have some respect for me.”
“Are you crazy?” I was stern suddenly.
“You must call me ‘Ammī’ too, as my daughters do.”
“Ammī?” I interjected ironically, “Even your daughters call you ‘Bājī’.”
“Well, I’m forty eight, not thirty as the people think of me erroneously.”
“Well, I’m also sixty two, not thirty two as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wants to prove me legally. She can deceive everyone but not me ever.” I said curtly.
“Ammī, Dādī Ammī Zindābād.” Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan laughed, “What a great lady, yaar, really. A young man of thirty two claims to be sixty two, only to prove he is older than her. He is her suitable Live in relationship Partner.”
It was futile to argue with them.
I walked out of there.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan watched her ‘Durgesh darling’ walk out the room.
She waited until I had gone upstairs before excusing herself and following.
I opened the bathroom door and walked straight into Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s eldest daughter.
“Oh, sorry, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan. I didn’t see you there.” I said, apologetically, as I stepped past her.
With the tight space between us, I had to squeeze past Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.
She did not attempt to move out of my way, causing me to brush roughly against her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks against my Hindu loins.
And, smiled at me wickedly, teasing me.
I grabbed her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, as if accidentally and thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund between her massive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks, almost penetrating her excellent gorgeous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.
“Thank you.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan whispered to me, seductively, “you really sixty two?”
“What do you think, my sweetheart?”
“Thirty two at least. You are excellent between my buttocks. I invariably enjoy you very much there. The excellent Hindu hardness I’m enjoying between my buttocks can’t be of any hell sixty two.”
“You are not alone.”
“I see. All of us six?”
I only smiled as if not commenting on her inquiry, keeping the secrets the secrets.
“That’s a hard thing to do.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said, smiling, and pressing backwards a little bit, into her ‘Durgesh darling’.
“What is?” I asked as I finally got past my voluptuous Pakistani Musalmān plaything.
I stood on the top of the staircase and looked at her for the answer.
“To miss me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled, showing and licking her canine teeth like a vampire would before biting a victim’s neck.
The only difference was that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was not after my neck.
She was after my Uncut Hindu Lund as her other sisters were.
I smiled back and shook my head as I walked down the stairs.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, what is she doing?” I thought as I reached the bottom step and opened the door to the kitchen.
Back at the top Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was leaning against the door to her bedroom thinking about her ‘Durgesh darling’.
She didn’t know why, but recently I had been having a real effect on her.
But not the sort a brother should have on his sister.
Brother Sisters, hell.
Even father daughters, hell, if I was really sixty-two as I claimed to be, yet no one believed ever.
Not even Āsiyah Jahāngīr, their ever thirty Ammī.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was not born yesterday.
She has read everyone’s eyes deeply.
She was as confident as she could be.
His Uncut Hindu Lund can’t be sixty-two years old ever.
He must be thirty two at least.
How bold this Hindu young man is.
Never ashamed of anything drastic between them.
He enjoyed her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass into his Hindu male lap more, than Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had enjoyed his rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund between her ravenous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks.
Soon all the girls had dispersed.
Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan were up in their bedroom, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were in Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s bedroom, and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was out at the gym.
I was up in my room listening to my CD’s when Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan came marching in.
I didn’t hear her enter as I had on a pair of headphones and loud music.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she walked up behind me and kneeled down.
Her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts were just behind my head about an inch away.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan watched her ‘Durgesh darling’ slowly nodding my head to the Indian music that was playing in my ears.
I pushed my face right into them, inadvertently.
But I equally quickly, pulled back and away, teasing her.
How cautious the Hindu scoundrel is, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan bit her lower lip. ‘Almost winking at her’, not in open even now.
Could it be that I didn’t know I pushed my ass deliberately in his scoundrel Hindu lap?
He wants me to plead with him.
He would never show he understands.
The perfect Hindu rascal.
“Oh no, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been so close to you.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan cooed meekly, as she moved her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts around under her top rearranging their positions until she was satisfied with them.
She looked up to see me watching her.
Not seeing she had looked, I carried on until she moaned slightly.
This brought a shrewd, cunning, smile to my face as I realized she had caught me.
Never ashamed of, never ashamed of himself.
He can’t be sixty two.
The scoundrel is more astute in this game than even she had thought.
He is constantly winning.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had always been close to me, maybe more so than with her sisters.
After all, I was the shrewdest.
Abbū, Najmul Ħasan, had divorced soon after Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was born.
So they had had no male influences in their life to talk to.
I was rather isolated in the family, as far as to any male company at all.
They all had to use me without another option at all, if anyone of them needed any romantic interludes and male companionship whatsoever.
And they all actually did in their own individual way.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had taken over as a sort of surrogate parent when she was 14, since their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, was 30 when she had her and now had seven kids to look after.
She needed help.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was more than pleased to take some responsibility in their looking after.
Thus, she allowed Āsiyah Jahāngīr to go off to work.
After all, the multimillion businesses also needed some attention.
Āsiyah Jahāngīr alone couldn’t manage it efficiently.
Not much had changed now that they had all grown up.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, not having outside work very much, mostly stayed at home and looked after the place, mostly, after her immensely needed business activities.
Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was a hairdressing Supervisor, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was a Reception Expert, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was a Departmental Store Owner, and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were at University.
I had to manage and supervise overall, even over their ever thirty Ammījān, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, of course.
It was needed legally according to the Trust Deed.
My extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings and their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had said they made plenty enough for them, to live on as long as we made sure the house was clean, controlling entire household staff, ladies staff of course, without any exception, when they came home.
Naturally, we agreed and the arrangement was made.
It brought Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and me closer than to the rest of the young ladies.
And it brought both of us to the mischiefs we were doing when we found alone each other.
“So what are you listening to then?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her still not embarrassed ‘Hindu scoundrel’.
I was shamelessly not trying to cover my growing Hindu erection, even under my hands.
How can she discipline this Hindu rascal?
His Hindu erection is so prominent.
And the rascal doesn’t fuck her still now despite her so many advances to express that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan is available to him for as much sex as he wants with her.
“Nothing much. Did you want something?” I asked hoping she’d say ‘no’ and leave.
Unfortunately, she didn’t.
The Sālī was, perhaps, deliberately determined now to do some mischief herself, whatsoever it maybe.
“Yes, actually, I did. Could you give me a hand with the washing up please? That’s our job, remember?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said while putting her hand on me.
On my crotch, acting as if innocently unaware of it.
“Sure, just wait a few minutes will you?” I said slowly trying to push her hand away from my crotch.
“Durgesh, come on, Ammī said we need to get it done now.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan lied.
What had actually happened was that their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had said it needed doing before they went to bed, but Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was desperate to get her ‘Durgesh darling’ to stand up my Hindu erection intact.
On deliberate mischief, of course.
“OK, I’m coming.” I told my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
Luckily, I had stalled long enough to get my boner down.
Standing I turned off my CD player and turned to face my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything who was almost visibly disappointed that my Hindu erection was gone now.
It was not easy for her that she was twenty eight and still a virgin.
Why should be she?
Durgesh is only four years elder than her.
He is the perfect Live in relationship Partner for her too as well as he was for her ever-young Dādī Ammī.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had deliberately pushed her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu lap.
She wanted me erect.
“Shall we?” I asked walking past my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got up and followed close behind me.
Once downstairs we got to supervise the maidservants working on the dishes.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan kept getting little glances of her ‘Durgesh darling’ looking at her impressive breasts, causing her to start to get hot and push out her chest slightly more every time I looked.
I wouldn’t cough, but try not to look at them.
But my eyes were drawn to her and she knew it.
I was the sexiest person Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had ever known
What a sexy man.
What a sexy man.
Yet, she smiled to herself on her victory.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was now really hot and her tight cotton knickers were starting to get wet as she continually teased her Durgesh darling.
Finally, she thought it was time to give me a real show I wouldn’t forget.
Dropping a fork to the back of the sink, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan quickly leaned over the sink of soapy water to grab it.
Not being the tallest person in the world and having such huge breasts, she pressed them into the water making sure they were covered about halfway up the cotton T-shirt.
It, as one can imagine, became almost see-through instantly.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had a quick look at me.
Smiling Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan wiggled it at me and that snapped me out of it.
Realizing I had an erection, I sat on a nearby chair to supervise finishing the drying.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan watched me sit and knew the reason.
She then pulled herself back from the water and stood up straight.
“Yā Allaaaaah!!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan exclaimed loudly, causing me deliberately to look up quickly at her.
My eyes met with the sight of her massive breasts half showing through her soaked top, her nipples hard with little droplets of water falling from each.
“What happened?” I asked almost smiling suavely at Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan .
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood hands on hips in front of me.
“I must have dropped them into the water when I leaned in for the fork. Allah! Look at me.” she said as she cupped her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts and pressed them together for her ‘Durgesh darling’s enjoyment.
“Oh wow. You better go, get changed. I’ll supervise them finish drying these, up you go.” I said as I admired my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan nodded but didn’t move from the spot.
How could she?
It marred the very purpose of all the exercise she was doing so laboriously.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan just slowly rubbed her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts a little more obviously at me and watched my reaction or, should I say, my Uncut Hindu Lund’s reaction.
She watched as it throbbed underneath my tracksuit pants.
Realizing my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything was watching me; I teasingly covered myself and crossed my legs, my face going extremely mischievous once more.
I watched Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s every seductive move before composing myself and ordering to finish the drying quickly.
After they had finished it, I made my way upstairs to check on Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.
Secretly I wanted to see if she had changed yet.
I arrived at Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s door that was left slightly open.
Poking my head around, I saw my tremendously attractive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood facing me with just a small pair of white cotton knickers on that were cut into a V high over her hips and tight into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot, they resembled a thong in design, and some long white stockings.
I smiled shrewdly, as I saw her massive breasts on display to me like this.
They looked big when she had on a tight top, but loose they were even better.
She had high firm breasts, a full DD cup at least, with no sag at all.
Just like the sort, one sees on porn actresses when they have had repeated augmentation surgery and enlargements, but hers were natural.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had the most perfect breasts I had ever seen with large nipples that just fitted her size perfectly.
I shot back to reality when I heard Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan say something to me.
Not knowing what it was, I just answered,
“Yes it’s finished.”
I was deliberately, shamelessly, was NOT looking away from her.
Why should I?
I was not proposing to her.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan herself was offering her to me, so desperately, so frantically.
If there was anyone to be ashamed of, it was Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan herself.
“Great, but I didn’t ask that. What I asked was: DO YOU LIKE THE VIEW?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan repeated the question slowly and deliberately.
It was as if Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan didn’t care that her ‘Durgesh darling’ had just walked in on her with no top on.
Of course, she didn’t.
“Err…….. Hhmmmm.” I was smiling confident for an answer.
“Well?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan pressed, not attempting to cover herself from view.
“I’m sorry, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan. I thought you had changed.” I apologized sophisticatedly, as I took a shameless glance to see if she was covered yet.
Well, she wasn’t.
Neither she wanted to, I think.
“It’s ok, I don’t really mind you know. You are my Hindu brother, or at least my Hindu father even if I accept your utmost absurd claim about your utmost exaggerated age; and that makes me feel safe with you. So don’t be embarrassed, my dear.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan tried to reassure her ‘Durgesh darling’.
I took her words in and looked back briefly before turning away again.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan thought it was cute that her ‘Durgesh darling’ was not embarrassed to see her like this.
This was what she wanted, what she desired, what she craved for.
Walking over behind me, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan placed her hands around me pressing her massive breasts into my back and her thin cotton knickers into my ass cheeks.
They were about the same height so she gave my neck a little kiss and began dropping her hands down towards my Hindu crotch.
Realizing what she was doing, I teasingly moved away from her, sauntered out of the room smiling sophisticatedly, and up to my, slamming the door closed and locking it.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she heard the door lock.
She grabbed the door to her room and slowly closed it.
At the same time, I sat on my bed.
My heart was pounding.
A thousand questions were running through my head.
I lay back and tried to make sense of the situation.
It had been 2 days since the bedroom incident involving Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.
I had done my best to avoid her, but now the others were at work and University.
So we were all alone together in the house.
“Durgesh, we have to talk or something. We have to get over this.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s soft voice came through her ‘Durgesh darling’s door.
I tried to ignore it.
“Durgesh, you know I’m not going away. Just open the door please, and we’ll sort this all out.”
I apprehensively unlocked the door to my room and slid it open slightly, just enough to peak out.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood there facing the door, hands on hips, a thin, white, cotton T-shirt covering her perfect body and a pair of stonewashed jeans wrapped around her long toned legs.
The light from the bright sun reflected her features immaculately.
“Come on Durgesh darling, just open the door.” She asked me sweetly.
Her voice, however, was not making me shudder.
I opened the door realizing it completely.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan walked in and over to her ‘Durgesh darling’s single bed, positioned at the far end of the room, her trainers making the floor boards squeak as she crossed them.
I closed the door, not wanting to look back at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she went by me and to my bed.
“What do you want Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan?” I asked, still not looking at her, just at the white door in front of me.
“To talk Durgesh. We really need to get things out in the open, don’t you think?”
“Well, I’m not sure there is anything to get out really.”
“Bullshit Durgesh, you know there is.”
“What, uuumm, what is there to get out exactly?” I asked slightly angrily as I turned and looked at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything for the first time.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was sitting on the edge of my bed, knees together, leaning back in a stream of sunlight coming through the window, highlighting her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, with shadows and light.
“The way we feel maybe? Why you have been avoiding me so much lately is another one.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan shot back leaning forwards off the bed making her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts fall over her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body casting it in shadow.
“I…I don’t know what you mean.” I said gravely as I took a long look at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
My Uncut Hindu Lund, to my regret, starting to harden as I saw her leaning off my bed.
“You know exactly what I mean Durgesh darling. You have been avoiding me for the last two days, since we were in my room. So why?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked, flicking her hair from her face and leaning back again pushing her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts out again.
“I..I.” I looked for something to say but even I couldn’t think of anything to say.
“I’m just careful about seeing you, that’s all. I didn’t know how you’d react.”
This was not a very convincing story.
True, in part, but not convincing and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan knew it.
“Durgesh, that’s not all of it, is it?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she opened her legs slightly more, giving her ‘Durgesh darling’ a better view at the crotch of her jeans.
“Yes.” I said gravely as Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter sat in a more erotic pose only 10 feet away.
The damnfools criticized me I never left even my stepdaughters.
The fact was my stepdaughters themselves never left me without fucking me.
Even if I avoided them, they either raped me or fucked me deceitfully when I was sleeping.
Some of them even drugged me to fuck me as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did.
“What about when I came up behind you and pressed into your back? Were you embarrassed then? Cuz you sauntered out fast.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was not going to let me get away without a proper talk.
“Yes I was.” I admitted quietly raising my head.
“Why did you saunter off Durgesh ?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was enjoying this now.
She could see her ‘Durgesh darling’ was being broken down by her pose and questions.
She was finally getting somewhere with me.
I stayed silent, looking straight at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
“Durgesh, Durgesh darling, just tell me, will you? We need to get things out. I have a few things I want to say, but I need to know a few things first. So, please, just tell me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said in her sweetest, most sincere voice.
This broke me completely.
“Okay, I really liked it when you pressed into me and liked it even more when you rubbed your hands down my body, but you’re my hero’s daughter. There are not so many great Musalmīn, even on the globe, as your Abbū is. I respect your great father very much. We shouldn’t do anything like that, without his express permission.” I said gravely, looking at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything again.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had opened her legs even wider and brought one knee up, resting her foot on the bed.
“Is that all or is there something else you’d like to tell me? The truth perhaps?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she wrapped her arms around her raised leg pulling it to her massive chest and getting a cute little girl look in her eyes, which melted her ‘Durgesh darling’ .
“No, the reason I sauntered off is, I’m not really used to such circumstances with my respected Musalmīn’s girls. It’s one thing to play with the houseladies of scoundrel Musalmīn. But it’s quite another thing to play with the daughters of the great Musalmīn I respect very much. I played with you to some extent but it’s going beyond my morals now. I’m sorry.” I admitted gravely.
I didn’t want to say these things, but my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything seemed to have some sort of spell on me.
She was getting everything out of me and even I could do nothing about it.
She was my role model’s, Najmul Ħasan’s daughter after all.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was almost shocked at my admission.
She had never thought I was so much respectful to her Abbū.
“You don’t want to play with me anymore because you think it would disgrace my Abbū, you respect very much?”
“Yes.” I confirmed her statement gravely.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan almost shot off the bed she sat up fully so fast.
“But I thought you would have, at least once.” It was Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s turn to look for words.
I just shook my head “no” looking up straight at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was now sitting with her legs dangling off of the bed, her thighs wide apart and her hands between them holding the bed sheets.
“But you’ve had countless Musalmān girlfriends, right?” she asked curiously.
I again said gravely,
“Yes, of course.”
“Would you cheat them ever?”
“Certainly not.” I was even angry somewhat on the question.
“But most of the men do sometimes.”
“I’m not responsible for what the others do.”
“Are you not responsible even for the houseladies of the great Musalmīn, you respect so much?”
“Of course I am, but—”
“But you want to throw them to the wolves.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled ironically, “And that’s your kind of respect you pay to the great Musalmīn, you respect so much. Great. The houseladies of the unworthy Musalmīn are safe with you, and the houseladies of the worthy Musalmīn have to face the scoundrels of the society. You certainly respect great Musalmīn, very much. Bravo.”
I could not answer her.
She had attacked on my morals successfully.
I was not prepared for it.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan leaned forward more.
I was staring at her sexy body.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was rising as she spoke to me.
“I can’t believe that Durgesh darling. You haven’t thought of it.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said smiling as she saw a slight bulge appear in her ‘Durgesh darling’s pants.
“It’s true. I never thought in this way.”
“I can’t blame you. But shouldn’t have you?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled.
“Yes, I think I should have, but—”
“Durgesh, remember when I said I wanted to tell you something? Well, I’m going to now, ok. Don’t freak out, please.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan swallowed, she had never had a problem saying what was on her mind, but what she was about to say had her really nervous.
“Go on.” I said, wondering what she wanted to say.
“Well, I really like you.” she said and threw me a timid smile.
“I like you too. So what?” I asked my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, my face showing I didn’t get her meaning.
“No Durgesh darling, I REALLY like you.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan put emphasis on the word as she said it.
I knew what my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything was saying.
She LIKED me.
“Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, you… don’t know what you’re saying.” I was grave again at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s words.
I ran my hand through my hair gravely, still taking in the words, fully.
“I know what I’m saying perfectly Durgesh. I want you. I have since I was fifteen only.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got off the bed and walked over to her ‘Durgesh darling’.
I backed away from her advance.
“We have thirty four years age difference still there. When you were fifteen, I was forty-nine already. Have you thought it ever?”
“No, there isn’t thirty four years age difference between us. You are only thirty-two now, only four years elder to me. We make a perfect couple, even if only the age is there to be considered of.”
“Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, what are you doing?” I asked my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything cautiously as she pinned me against the door that I had walked back into, trapping my body between hers and the hard cold wood.
“Giving you what we both want.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan leaned her head to her ‘Durgesh darling’s and lightly placed her lips on mine.
She closed her eyes and traced little kisses along her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu lips.
Making only minimal contact with my skin she let her tongue slide over my lips before bringing her hands to my face and holding my head still as she moved her head back away from my face.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan opened her eyes slowly and looked for a reaction from me.
I was still indecisive at what had happened.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled and rubbed her hands over my hair before placing them around my neck bringing her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body tight to mine.
I could feel my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s breasts squashing against me.
Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin materials we both wore, into my chest, making my Uncut Hindu Lund harder than ever.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, what are you doing?” I said, the best I could.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s mouth was on mine again, only this time she had opened her lips and was pressing her tongue into my mouth, swirling it as I spoke.
A light slap hit my right cheek.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s tongue was licking the farthest part of my mouth now and coaxing mine into moving into hers.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan broke the almost everlasting kiss first.
Resting her arms on her ‘Durgesh darling’s shoulders she looked deep into my eyes, the dark red of her hair falling over her face making a sexy contrast and to the paleness of her face.
“No talking when we kiss.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she flicked her head to move the hair from her face.
I acted, as I was hers now, that kiss had sealed the deal as far as I was concerned, I wanted her now.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan needed me very much.
I shouldn’t infuriate her now.
There is no fury in hell like a woman scorned.
Don’t stretch anything to the extent it breaks.
All the rest could wait.
First things first.
Let Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan do now what she wanted to.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan knew, what I wanted to, she wanted the same thing.
She pulled her hands off my shoulders and slid them down my chest and to the top of my jeans, pulling my belt towards her.
I followed, my crotch pressed into hers.
For the first time, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan felt the bulge touch her, sending little waves up her spine, causing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot to become drenched, soaking her knickers.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan pushed me back against the door once more, and then swung them around so it was she who was against the door.
“Take off your clothes.” she said sweetly.
I just looked at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything cautiously.
This was my first time with her and I wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Do it!” she said more firmly.
I pulled my top off before slowly pulling down my jeans.
Standing back up I looked at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, my briefs tented out from my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“All!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan exclaimed looking at my constantly throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
I smiled gravely before grabbing the waistband and pulling them down to the floor before stepping out of them and standing back up to face my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, naked.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stepped forward and put her hands around her ‘Durgesh darling’s neck.
Pressing her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body close to my, she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund angle up against her stomach.
It was so erotic for her as she felt it pulse through her T-shirt.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stepped back and turned her ‘Durgesh darling’ around before pushing me to the bed.
Turning me back around, she sat me down on the bed and looked down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was stood about 6 inches up, twitching in anticipation at what was to come.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled and reached for the bottom of her T-shirt.
Grabbing it, she immediately pulled it over her head, throwing it to the floor.
Standing before her ‘Durgesh darling’ naked from the waist up made her heart beat faster than ever, and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was wetter than ever.
I watched mesmerized by my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings’ massive breasts.
They were so firm and her nipples were so hard.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan shook her upper body to make her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts wiggle and that brought a moan from her.
Acting quickly Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan undid her jeans and slid them and her knickers down her sexy legs before kicking them off and standing back up to let her ‘Durgesh darling’ get a good look at her tight wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
I stared at her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body taking in every little detail.
The tiny freckles that were on her stomach and the little tuft of brown hair that stood above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan could wait no longer.
She leaned forward and pushed me back so I sat in the middle of the bed now.
Placing her legs on the bed, she crawled on the bed with me.
Standing, she placed one leg on each side of her ‘Durgesh darling’s body, and started to sit down until her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was just above my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She looked into my eyes as she sat down feeling my Uncut Hindu Lund slide deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.
Stretching her legs as she went down more she got her ‘Durgesh darling’ fully in her.
Her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass was resting on my Hindu thighs as she listened to me moan.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan lifted her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up so my Uncut Hindu Lund was out by 3 inches then slid back down, making me moan out loudly from my first experience of her.
Smiling, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan continued her movements tightening her inner muscles to grip her ‘Durgesh darling’ tight as she felt in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot every little vain on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan slid her hands and arms around her ‘Durgesh darling’s back for support as she moved up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Bringing her mouth to my, she started kissing me all over the face, pressing her tongue into my mouth every time he moaned out.
I, as the utmost experienced I was, was more than willing to follow her lead and soon began to move my Hindu pelvis in time with her to give her extra support and take a little of the strain off her thighs and legs.
I also started to kiss her back, sliding my tongue around on hers as we moved, as one.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was starting to moan, too, as her pleasure built.
She lay her head back letting her hair fall over her shoulders and pressing out her massive breasts, which I took no time in moving to.
I kissed her breasts.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she first felt my lips on her sensitive breast.
she brought her head back forwards but made sure to keep her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts pushed out for her ‘Durgesh darling’ who was loving the sensual up and down strokes from
my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she sped up her movements on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I stopped kissing my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s breast and looked back up at her.
She smiled and brought her face to mine for a long, drawn out kiss, before flicking her hair away and hugging me tight to her, pressing her breast into me again as she rubbed her head against mine and slowed her thrust slightly to make the feeling last longer for us both.
I was getting uncomfortable with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan on my thighs so I carefully lifted her and knelt up.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan followed me and made sure I was right before continuing to slide up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
The new position was much better for us both.
I was kneeling, leaning back on my thighs, with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan ‘s legs wide apart on either side of me, resting on the bed, making it much less of a struggle to push her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up.
Now she increased the pace.
“Ooooohhhhhh aaaahhhh” she moaned as she felt My Uncut Hindu Lund slide out of her until just the head was left in then thrusting back down all the way taking the wet Hindu meat back inside her red-hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.
I was caressing her back and shoulders as she became more violent with her wild Musalmān movements.
Pressing her mouth to mine again in a passionate ashvinātam kiss before falling onto her hands that she put down on the bed to stop her falling completely onto her back and risk hurting her ‘Durgesh darling’ .
“Ooooohhhh Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaah aaaaahhhh yessssss!!!” she moaned as she continued sliding her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot deep and hard.
In this position, she had once more pushed out her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.
I took full advantage and began stroking my palms across the smooth skin and hard nipples.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s mouth opened wide as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands on her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.
The new sensation caused her to grind harder on my Uncut Hindu Lund and throw her hair around wildly.
Pushing up again, she quickly moved her hands off the bed and around her ‘Durgesh darling’s back holding me tight for support as she felt herself begin to fall backwards.
She held me so tight and moved forwards so fast, my Uncut Hindu Lund thrust into her farther than ever before making her scream out in orgasm.
“Ohhhhhhhh aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah yessssssss!!! Hhhmmmmmmm!!!”Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan screamed as her juices flowed all over her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund and thighs, onto the sheets of my bed.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt the excitement of summer as she finally graduated from University.
Finally, she was going to enter the real world.
She was now 28 years old and lots of course, but she was just glad to get University over with.
She’d graduated with a computer programming degree in hopes of finding a good job.
Her parents lived in Saůūdī Årab.
Now she needed a job and most jobs were in the city, which was a long drive for her from where she lived at present.
Usually long drives wouldn’t matter to her, except that she had a small, old Honda accord that she drove, which usually broke down a lot.
It was passed down to her from her Ammī.
Since it broke down often, she didn’t want to risk driving over an hour every day to a job.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was currently looking for a place to stay until she found a job.
She knew me, lived in my own apartment in the city.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I were only four years apart and very close.
I already had my own job of writing, law firms, social service, and sex therapy etcetera and was well off for the meantime.
“Please Durgesh. Can I move in with you? It’ll be just temporary, I promise!” Arzumand Jahāngīr begged me as she visited me on Saturday afternoon.
We sat in my living room as I was watching an ashvinātam movie.
“Aww Arzumand Jahāngīr, if you move in with me, I won’t be able to bring girls my home,” I teased.
Arzumand Jahāngīr rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. Please? Please? Please?” She continued to plead.
I had to smile.
My little maternal cousin looked so cute begging.
Her pretty hazel eyes glowed as she implored.
Her hair was a light shade of brown and shoulder length.
She wore blonde highlights to bring out her pretty face.
“Oh, alright, but only a few weeks. I do have a life you know.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr got up and hugged me.
“Oh thank you! You’re tI best! I promise as soon as I get a job I’ll leave.”
I was proud of my decision to let my maternal cousin move in with me.
Besides, my love life was dry at the moment.
I was busy with work and hardly had time for cute Musalmān girls now.
Moreover, having my maternal cousin around, I would not be so lonesome.
I liked having someone there to talk to.***
By Monday of that week, Arzumand Jahāngīr had already moved in.
Since I had a one-bedroom apartment then, Arzumand Jahāngīr had agreed to sleep in the living room.
I had a sofa bed.
Therefore, that was where Arzumand Jahāngīr would be sleeping.
I hardly saw Arzumand Jahāngīr, as she would get up very early in search of a job.
By the time I came home though, she had managed to cook up some good home cooked meals.
She had learned to cook from her Ammī, who was an awesome cook.
Luckily, she had passed on that talent to her beautiful daughter.
“Why are you so nice to me and cook my dinners?” I asked Arzumand Jahāngīr one night as we sat eating homemade lasagna.
Arzumand Jahāngīr beamed with pride.
“Well, because you’re letting me stay here for free. I mean this is the least I can do, right?”
She sat and watched as I ate.
I was a grown sixty-two years old, yet still marvellously handsome Hindu man.
They thought I was thirty-two only.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was painstakingly adamant to prove it due to her own vested personal interests.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s hair was light brown like hers and she had the honey hazel eyes.
I was sophisticated and still muscular incredibly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used it to prove her point.
I thought she hated her Ammījān Nafīsah Salmān only.
While basically my thinking was not wrong, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s strategy to fight with her Ammījān Nafīsah Salmān, was ultimately appeared to be detrimental to my mature Musalmān Beauties’ interests.
I was still fighting with it, but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has masterminded it so proficiently that now it was not easy to undo what she had done deliberately keeping me in the dark.
Arzumand Jahāngīr remembered how her friends used to talk about how they had crushes on me.
She still recalled when I used to take care of her when her parents went off to a usual business dinner.
She always looked up to me not just as a Buāzād Cousin, but also as a mentor and a friend.
Arzumand Jahāngīr thus reminded me Sāimah Al Ħaider* * *
As the days went by Arzumand Jahāngīr struggled to find a job.
She’d go from business to business in hopes of someone needing a computer programmer.
She was getting frustrated and knew she was wearing out her welcome with me.
I on the other hand, loved the fact that Arzumand Jahāngīr was living with me.
I hated coming home to an empty apartment.
She would entertain me with her wacky University stories and silly jokes.
I hadn’t had so much fun in a long time with any companion.
One night, I had gotten home late from hanging out with my lady friends.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was fast asleep on the couch.
I looked at her sleeping peacefully since I could see her from the dim light that reflected from my room.
I stared closely as Arzumand Jahāngīr’s nightgown was all the way up.
She wore small bikini white panties that brought out her tanned skin.
I felt my Hindu erection growing my pants.
I wanted to stop staring, yet I couldn’t keep my eyes off my maternal cousin.
I never imagined she would look so sexy underneath her clothes.
I could only imagine how warm she was between her legs.
Would sI ever want me to touch her?
Ok snap out of met! I told myself. She’s your maternal cousin for crying aloud.
But I am already fucking most of my maternal and Kħālāzād Cousins maintaining even my Live in Relationship with them.
In fact, my wife Saiyadah Fātimah PhD is also my maternal cousin.
Kħadījah Muħammad was also my maternal cousin and she is famous to be my Sex Queen and Out Queen, my Outdoor Sex Queen actually.
Yet, ultimately, I forced myself to take my eyes off Arzumand Jahāngīr and went into my room.
I took off my clothes leaving just my boxers on as I always did.
I looked down to find my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock wanting to slip out of my boxers.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had really excited me.
Well, I simply couldn’t decide.
I let my mind run wild with images of my beautiful maternal cousin, Arzumand Jahāngīr.
I started having a sexy fantasy about Arzumand Jahāngīr waking up and desperately needing me.
She started to lift up her nightgown and slip out of those tiny panties she wore, in my fantasies.
I suddenly heard a knock on the door.
I confidently and sophisticatedly put my Uncut Hindu Cock back in my pants and grabbed a long t-shirt to try to cover up my excitement.
It was Arzumand Jahāngīr standing outside my bedroom door in that short little nightgown of hers.
“Durgesh? Are you OK?”
I was not panting.
I was all my sweet self.
I was sixty-two already despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s all the fabricated deceitful claims.
I had already faced similar situations so many times before too.
I was totally prepared therefore to meet them.
“Yeah. Everything is fine, darling. Why do you ask?”
It was up and the t-shirt didn’t really hide anything.
Then quickly she snapped out of her thoughts.
“Nothing. I just thought I heard some noise. Sorry. I’m going back to bed now.”
She felt herself blush yet proud of herself as she could still see my Hindu erection through my boxers.
I was a guy after all and it had to be normal for me to have an erection.
She just never thought she’d catch me.
She smiled as she ran her hands down her own body.
She’d been so wrapped up in looking for a job, that it’d been a while since she masturbated.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was now rubbing herself between her legs.
My erection had excited her beyond control.
Her hand could feel her soaked Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy over her panties.
She closed her eyes feeling her own pleasure.
All of a sudden, she had thoughts of me coming to her.
She couldn’t seem to get my erection out of her mind.
She kept wondering what my Uncut Hindu Cock looked like.
It was too famous now for fucking every Musalmān Beauty available to me.
She felt her excitement rush as she thought about the fact that I was right in the next room having an erection myself as well.
Arzumand Jahāngīr pulled her panties down taking them off and putting them to the side.
She let out a very quiet whimper as sI began to finger fuck herself.
I back in my own room kept trying to stay quiet not to be discovered by my maternal cousin.
She lifted up her nightgown with her other hand letting her tits out.
Her nipples were already hard as she ran her hand across them.
She licked her lips as she felt herself coming to an intense orgasm.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s little body was shaking, as she was cumming on her fingers.
“Oh I’m cumming on your Uncut Hindu Cock Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” She said in her own mind.
Her juices leaked out of her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy hole leaving her sheets wet.
SI envisioned herself riding My Uncut Hindu Cock and cumming on it.
It was hard to keep quiet but she managed.
She let her fingers slip out of her drenched Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt as she smiled in satisfaction closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
She dreamt about me whom she now secretly desired despite our tremendous age difference.
The next morning Arzumand Jahāngīr woke up late.
She looked and saw my bedroom door open with the light off so she knew I’d left to go to work.
Arzumand Jahāngīr rushed out of bed and ran into the shower.
She quickly showered and got dressed ready to go job-hunting again.
She made sure to make the sofa bed and pick up her panties she’d left there from last night’s wild masturbation.
At work, all I could do was think about Arzumand Jahāngīr.
I knew I had to get her off my mind fast.
It was not just wrong to have those kinds of thoughts about your own maternal cousin.
But to be obsessed with it was a weakness.
I hated to resort to any weakness whatsoever it maybe.
I still couldn’t wait to get home to her pleasant smile and pretty face.
I arrived home later than usual that Friday night.
I stepped in the apartment and found Arzumand Jahāngīr happily humming as she was setting up the table for dinner.
She was wearing a short black skirt and a white button up blouse.
I could see her long tanned legs well.
“Welcome home sweet Durgesh of mine!” She said cheerfully.
I raised my eyebrows in concern.
“OK what are you so happy about?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr grin was from ear to ear.
“Well guess what? I got a job!”
I felt my heart sink.
But I was careful enough not to let it out and come on my face.
“Oh really? Well hey congrats!”
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me closely.
“Durgesh? Why don’t you sound happy for me?”
“No, I am very happy. I’m sorry Arzumand Jahāngīr I guess I just had a bad day at work.” I lied.
I felt poignant knowing that she got a job.
That meant she would be moving out.
I still tried hard not to show my heartbreak.
I knew I had to be happy for my maternal cousin.
My sexy little maternal cousin.
“I’m sorry sweetie that you had a bad day. Look, I’ve managed to whip up a nice rice and broccoli casserole and I made a salad too. Let’s just unwind and try to be happy OK?” Her voice was so comforting.
“Alright darling. Let me just go wash up myself.”
As we ate, I kept trying to sound cheerful.
I listened to Arzumand Jahāngīr just talk about how her job interview had gone and how happy she was finally starting her career.
All I could do was, look at her and fall even more in love with her.
After dinner, Arzumand Jahāngīr was cleaning up the kitchen.
I went in to talk with her.
“Can I be of any help?”
She giggled softly.
“You don’t have to help me. You’ve already done too much for me.”
“No, it’s ok. I want to help. Besides you did a lot for me too.” I replied.
Arzumand Jahāngīr stared at me.
I looked comfortable in my wind shorts and a t-shirt.
She kept trying to get her wandering eyes off my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Hey I’m gonna go change up ok?”
I looked down at her.
“OK. Hey how about some ice cream?”
She nodded ecstatically.
“Mmm that sounds good!”
She ran to tI bathroom to change.
I laughed and got out two bowls to serve strawberry ice cream for us both.
I always remembered that strawberry ice cream was Arzumand Jahāngīr’s favorite.
A few minutes later, Arzumand Jahāngīr came back wearing her short blue jean shorts and a dark blue spaghetthe strap top.
I swallowed hard as I kept looking at her breasts.
They looked so perky under her little top.
“Thank you,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said sweetly as I handed her a bowl of ice cream.
We sat in the living room watching music videos and just talking about work.
Arzumand Jahāngīr sat across from me with her legs crossed.
I sat slouched down not being able to concentrate on the videos but instead finding myself ogling Arzumand Jahāngīr .
After we were all done Arzumand Jahāngīr got up to take tI bowls and spoons to the sink.
She rinsed them and washed them quickly.
She headed back to the living room and saw me looking still somewhat somber.
“Are you sure your OK?” She asked concerned sitting next to me.
“Well I guess I’m just going to miss you darling.” I finally confessed.
Arzumand Jahāngīr put her arm around me.
“Really? Well I’m going to miss you too. You’re so much fun to live with. Don’t worry though; I’ll still be here another two or three weeks until my first paycheck so I get my own place.”
I looked over at my maternal cousin.
Her face was glowing and she never looked more beautiful. My hand reached to stroke her hair.
“I’m going to miss you more than you think.” I couldn’t believe I was speaking out my true feelings.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked somewhat puzzled.
“Durgesh, what are you saying?”
Our bodies were so close now.
My hand was now on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s leg making her weak with lust.
I didn’t answer her question.
No, it was not on impulse.
I did it deliberately.
What was wrong in it while I knew very well what Arzumand Jahāngīr herself wanted to do with me?
Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped in surprise but she returned the kiss I gave her.
Our lips were locked with one another’s almost indefinitely.
She felt me French kissing her.
Yet, she did not intend to stop me.
She tongued it with mine as we enjoyed this wonderful first kiss.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was entranced feeling My Hindu lips on hers.
I was an incredible kisser.
I felt her suck on my tongue as my hands moved upwards to touch her breasts lightly.
She wanted to put her hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock to feel it.
Ever since last night that’s all she could think about.
I was in shock.
I couldn’t believe that I was finally kissing my extremely beautiful maternal cousin.
I felt my balls tighten as I felt my maternal cousin’s beautiful breasts over her top, but I knew I had to stop.
It was hard to do, but I had to.
Trying not to get lost in my maternal cousin’s kisses, he pushed myself away from her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr, confused and aching for me, looked up at me.
“What’s wrong, dear? There’s nothing to stop now. Let me admit to you. I was dying for it. Thank you very much for what you’ve done, even so far.”
I stood up and paced the room.
My erection would not go away.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I’m sorry. Perhaps, I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt disappointed but figured it was for tI best that I stopped.
Otherwise, she would have let me do anything I wanted to her.
“It’s OK. I mean I kissed you too. Let’s just forget about it.”
Forget about it?
I thought to myself.
How could I ever?
My maternal cousin’s kiss still lingered on my lips.
“Yes I’m sorry Arzumand Jahāngīr, let’s forget it happened,” I agreed yet regretted saying.
With that, I decided to go out for a ride in my car to get my thinking straight.
“I’ll be back later darling. Call my cell phone if you need anything OK?” I said quietly as Arzumand Jahāngīr just watched me leave.
Arzumand Jahāngīr sat on the couch stunned and yet so turned on by my excellent exquisite passionate kiss.
She couldn’t believe it was happening.
She was actually falling in love with me.
The next morning Arzumand Jahāngīr woke up early feeling drenched between her legs.
She closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes still remembering that sexy kiss I gave her.
Ok get over it she told herself.
She looked outside and saw I had gotten home.
She had fallen asleep and didn’t hear me come home last night.
She got up to shower and visit her parents.
She left without telling me, since I seemed to be asleep.
I lay on my bed as I heard my maternal cousin leave.
I had dreamed like crazy last night thinking of our kiss.
How sweet it was, to touch her.
“Mmmm she’s got such a fine little body.” I said to myself.
I could still remember the feel of her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts over her top.
Arzumand Jahāngīr arrived at her parents’ home and saw her Ammī outside in the garden.
Her Abbū was by the garage washing his truck.
Arzumand Jahāngīr arrived with good news about her job.
Deep down she felt guilty about what had happened with me.
“Ammījān! How are you?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked excitedly as she ran to hug her Ammī.
Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī was a fine woman for her age.
Being almost 52 years old, she still looked more vibrant and beautiful.
She loved her children and was always so proud of them.
She knew Arzumand Jahāngīr would become something in life.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr!” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī wailed out hugging her daughter.
“Hey Ammījān. Guess what? I finally got a job!” Arzumand Jahāngīr squealed in joy.
Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī’s eyes lit up.
“Oh honey, I knew you could do it. I always have faith in my little girl.”
“I just had to come tell you the good news. I want to tell Abbū but he looks too busy right now.”
“Well you can tell me but please sit here and chat with me for a while. I miss my little girl around you know. How is Durgesh by the way?”
The Musalmān women moved over to a table outside in the garden.
Arzumand Jahāngīr swallowed hard hoping her Ammī would not see through her.
“Well Durgesh is doing just great. He’s been a wonderful roommate. Better than any of the roommates I had in University that’s for sure.”
Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī laughed.
“Yes he’s a wonderful person. I miss him. You know he doesn’t come by to see us too often.”
“Well he’s busy with work.”
Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī rolled her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
“Yeah he’s busy with work and I bet he’s busy with extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties too.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself blush.
“No actually there he’s single Ammījān. I guess he has to be for the next few weeks until I move out.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her jaw clench.
The thought of me with another Musalmān girl was making her jealous.
“Anyway so what’s new with you?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked changing the subject.
The women sat in the garden catching up on their lives.
Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn came to join his wife and daughter in the conversation.
Arzumand Jahāngīr kept trying to listen to her parent’s words, yet her mind still drifted off thinking of me.
She knew things were going to be just a little uncomfortable when she got back.
She decided to ask her Ammī if she could spend the night there to head her head straight before heading back to My Sunday night.
“Of course you can stay here sweetie. Just be sure to call Durgesh and let him know so he won’t worry about you.” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī smiled at her daughter.
Arzumand Jahāngīr already had a lot of her clothes at her parents so she didn’t need to go back to the apartment to pick up any clothes.
She felt her hands shaky as she dialed my number to let me know she’d be staying her parent’s house.
“Hello?” I answered.
Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed before speaking.
“Durgesh? Uh I’m going to spend the night at Ammījān and Dad’s OK?”
There was a brief silence.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt nervous.
“Durgesh? You there?”
She heard me finally speak.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her heart race.
“You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. It’s just I want to stay here with Ammījān and Dad. Besides, we could use tonight to forget about our mistakes.” She wanted to slap herself for saying that our kiss was a mistake.
I cleared my throat.
“Uh yeah your right. It was a mistake. Well I’ll see you later darling.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr stayed on the phone in silence until she heard the line go dead.
She felt her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes swell up in tears.
Her heart was aching since she knew she’d hurt me.
She spent the rest of the day with her parents trying to get me out of her mind.
She’d have to since she’d be coming back to me the next night.
Sunday morning Arzumand Jahāngīr woke up early.
She wasn’t able to sleep all night and her stomach felt like it had butterflies as she thought of going back to my place.
She had breakfast at her parents and got some more of her clothes to take back to the apartment.
She decided not to leave her parent’s home until late that afternoon.
Arzumand Jahāngīr arrived at my apartment a little past eight.
I sat there in the living room watching a movie and my eyes pierced at her as she walked in.
She felt her heart race as I stared at her.
I watched Arzumand Jahāngīr walk in slowly holding a bag of her clothes.
I’d missed her so much in just that one day she was gone.
I wanted to hold her in my arms and kiss her, but I had to control myself.
She was my maternal cousin after all.
I couldn’t treat her casually.
“Hey,” Arzumand Jahāngīr spoke softly as she set tI bag of clothes down on the couch where she slept.
I looked away. “Hey Arzumand Jahāngīr. How are your Ammījān and Dad doing, my Māmūjān and Mumānījān, I mean?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr pushed her hair to the side as she looked down.
“They’re doing good. They asked about you. They sent their love.”
I continued to look away.
“I think I’ll pay them a visit sometime this week.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr just nodded.
“So how was your day?”
I finally looked up at my maternal cousin.
My eyes were full of love.
“It was miserable. Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m sorry I hurt you. I know you only stayed at Ammījān and Dad’s because of what happened.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr sat on the couch across from me.
She wanted to just blurt out that she loved my kiss and she was in love with me.
“Look, we’ve already discussed it. It was just a kiss. I mean we shouldn’t let it make us feel uncomfortable around one another.”
I smiled ultimately.
“You’re so right. Let’s just forget it and let things go back to the way they were.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr just nodded.
“Yes back to the way we were.”
We watched movies for the rest of the night in silence.
Arzumand Jahāngīr fell asleep early.
I quietly turned off the t.V. and went to get her a blanket to put over her beautiful body.
I watched her sleep so still.
My hands wanted to roam her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, to feel every curve she had.
What in the world, was I going to do with her?
Both of us slept peacefully that night thinking of one another.
Deep down we both knew things would never go back to the way we were.
Our too intimate kiss had changed them forever.
Monday morning Arzumand Jahāngīr woke up with first day of work jitters.
She was going to be working at a local University in the area.
She was nervously scattering her clothes around to see what she should wear on her first day to work.
I was still asleep and Arzumand Jahāngīr hoped to get out of the house before I woke up.
She quickly showered and started to get ready.
Arzumand Jahāngīr decided to put on her dark maroon skirt that was just a bit above the knee and a black tight v-neck top.
Her black heels and hose completed her look.
She was in tI bathroom about to pin up her hair when she heard my bedroom door open.
She peeped out to see me walking in.
My hair was messy.
I wore an old white t-shirt and my dark blue boxers.
Our eyes met for a Moment.
Arzumand Jahāngīr bit her lip not knowing whether to speak or not.
“Oh sorry you need to use tI bathroom?” She asked nervously.
“Yeah but it’s OK. Go ahead and finish what you were doing,” I replied sincerely.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her hands shake as I watched her pin up her silky brown hair.
My eyes were glued to her making her flush.
I looked as my maternal cousin made herself look gorgeous.
I stared closely at her long legs.
Oh how I would love to have those long legs wrapped around me as I made love to her.
“OK, stop it you sexiest man,” I said to myself .
“So your first day on the job, eh?” I asked sweetly.
Arzumand Jahāngīr blushed.
“Yeah. I’m nervous. I hope I do well.”
I moved closer to her.
“I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Look, I’m going to take you out to dinner tonight OK? You know, in celebration of your new job.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr couldn’t help but smile.
“OK. That’s so sweet of you!”
It was my turn to smile.
“Well it’s just my way to say congratulations.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr found herself again looking down at my Hindu crotch.
She was hoping I was hard like that other night.
Ever since then, all she could think about was how big My Uncut Hindu Cock was.
Was it thick?
Did I shoot a lot when I came?
“So we can go out around seven tonight.” I was saying as I made Arzumand Jahāngīr snap out of the thoughts.
“Y-yes. Seven sounds fine. It’s a date then.” Arzumand Jahāngīr giggled.
I just lightly brushed my hand on her arm sending shivers all over.
“Yeah a date, my darling, sure.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her face redden with excitement.
Not only was she nervous about her first day on the job, but also she felt tense about going out with me that night.
She slowly stepped out of tI bathroom lightly brushing her shoulder against mine.
“Have a good day at work, dear.” I said quietly as she walked out.
“Thanks. I’ll see you tonight.” Arzumand Jahāngīr called out not wanting to look at me again because if she did she might just throw herself all over me.
She got to work in time and was introduced to all the workers.
She’d be mainly working at the university library in the tech room.
All her coworkers seemed like nice people.
Her one coworker that was showing her around was about 2 years her senior.
Her name was Sakīnah Āftāb and she was a very pleasant young woman.
“Well so glad to have you work with us Arzumand Jahāngīr. I hope you enjoy working here as much as I have. It’s great. Besides the pay, if you decided to go back to University, you can attend classes after work without having to drive all the way across town.”
Sakīnah Āftāb had immediately volunteered, herself, to show Arzumand Jahāngīr around.
Her beauty and her grace stunned Sakīnah Āftāb.
She seemed different than other girls.
She appeared to be more sweet and down to earth.
“Thank you Sakīnah Āftāb sāħibah,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said as she was being walked to her own little office.
“No please just call me Sakīnah Āftāb.” Sakīnah Āftāb said grinning ear to ear. “Once again welcome and I’ll be here if you got any questions.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled politely and entered her office as Sakīnah Āftāb left closing the door behind her.
She sat on tI big leather chair and closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes for a Moment.
All she could think about was her “date” with me tonight.
Arzumand Jahāngīr realized that she was hopelessly in love with me.
Allah, how handsome Durgesh is even at his early sixties and how hard for her.
Is he really sixty-two?
She couldn’t believe watching the immense Hindu erection for her.
And what the hell more the Musalmān Beauties demanded?
The ever-religious Musalmīn were never capable even to have that much lust for them.
Islam prohibited it altogether.
Well, yes, Arzumand Jahāngīr agreed now with her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends:
Somewhat blunt expressions, but truer ultimately.
Even Arzumand Jahāngīr couldn’t deny it now.
She kept hoping deep down that I’d try to kiss her again.
This time she wouldn’t let me stop ever to any extent whatsoever.
Yes, why not?
Let Durgesh fuck her even.
That’s what Arzumand Jahāngīr herself wants.
Arzumand Jahāngīr arrived home almost at 6 o’clock that night.
I was already home when she got there.
I had my bedroom door open, as I was getting ready.
Arzumand Jahāngīr poked her head in the room admiring her sexy Durgesh.
I looked at her beaming with innocent Durgeshly love.
“Hey Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m almost ready.”
“I see. You look so handsome my dear.” Arzumand Jahāngīr blurted out.
“Thanks, darling.”I smiled boldly, “Did you want to use my room to get ready instead of getting ready in tI bathroom?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded,
“Yes I’d like that. But first I have to take a quick shower.”
I had put on a blue and white plaid shirt and some dark blue slacks.
My shirt collar looked crooked.
“Here, let me fix this,” Arzumand Jahāngīr uttered as she fixed my shirt collar.
She could lightly smell my cologne as she fixed my shirt.
I could hardly breathe having my lovely maternal cousin so close to me.
I wanted to just pick her little body up and throw her on my bed.
‘I wonder how her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy feels,’ I thought to myself.
“There, much better.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said as sI backed away from me slowly, her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes never leaving mine.
Our eyes met again and the room was filled with silence.
“Well I’m gonna shower first and then I’ll come in here to change.”
“Alright, I’ll be in the living room. Don’t take too long I know how you girls can be,” I teased.
Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed. “Oh be quiet.”
She rushed off to shower.
In the shower, Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body in heat as the thought of spending an evening with me.
She wondered if other people saw them together, would they think we were a couple?
It excited her to think that they would.
The cold water ran all over her young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, and Arzumand Jahāngīr moaned softly as she touched her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts remembering how it felt when I had lightly touched them when I kissed her.
“Ok Arzumand Jahāngīr, stop it! Just forget about it! You’ve your Durgesh now, your own Buāzād Cousin.” She kept reminding herself.
She stepped out of the shower into her bathrobe and headed on into my room.
I was busy talking on the phone with one of my Musalmān lady friends and the television was blaring.
Arzumand Jahāngīr walked in carrying her clothes she’d be wearing for the night.
She stood there naked in my room.
She looked around and obviously saw my bed was not made yet.
She lay on my bed nude surrounded by the sheets that covered me.
She could smell my Hindu masculinity on my sheets.
Her mind raced with thoughts of one day being able to sleep on my bed with me nude by her side, and even on her.
She dreamed of me nude too, riding forever on nude Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Allah, let it happen.
Let it happen.
‘Muddat kī tamannāon kā silā jazbāt ko ab mil jāné do,
Jis taraħ milī hain do rūħén,
Us taraħ sé dil mil jāné do.
In pāk gunāon kī ghađiyān,
Ātī hain magar har roz nahīn,
Har roz inhén ab āné do,
Har vaqt inhén ab āné do.’
‘Har roz inhén ab āné do,
Har vaqt inhén ab āné do.’
She rolled over on her stomach getting completely aroused.
The soft fabric of the sheets tickled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt as she started to slide herself up and down.
She imagined herself fucking me , having me cum in her.
Her small frame moved up and down grinding her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy on tI bed.
She felt herself so moist and full of lust.
Then a guilt trip washed over her.
She got off tI bed feeling weak at her knees as she stopped herself from feeling so much ashvinātam pleasure.
She looked down and ran her hands on her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy, feeling throb.
Arzumand Jahāngīr never had sex and now she was really yearning for it.
Wanting it from me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr finally managed to get dressed.
She put on the green and white summer dress, which made her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body look absolutely spectacular.
Underneath she wore some white lacey little panties and no bra since the dress was spaghetthe strap.
Her black strap sandals finished the look.
She took a look at herself in the full-length mirror that was nailed on the closet door.
She’d let her shoulder length hair down and pinned on each side by glittery green pins.
Her makeup was on light, giving her an innocent youthful look.
“OK just try to control yourself tonight Arzumand Jahāngīr. He is your Durgesh now, just keep remembering that.” She thought to herself.
She opened tI bedroom door as I waited for her.
I stood up ready to take my maternal cousin out.
It would just be the two of us.
Full of temptation.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I drove mostly in silence.
We were heading downtown to go eat at a nice cozy restaurant that I had heard about.
They served tI best steaks, which I knew Arzumand Jahāngīr loved.
I kept trying to keep my eyes on the road but Arzumand Jahāngīr’s long legs kept distracting me.
Her dress rode up high as she sat in my mustang.
“So like I was saying this place has some of tI best steaks ever. I’ve heard some people at work talk about it.” I suddenly blurted out trying to make a conversation.
Arzumand Jahāngīr turned to look at me.
“Oh well sounds good. I’m so hungry right now.”
“Yeah me too.”
I wasn’t thinking of food though.
We arrived at the restaurant and we had to wait a while before being seated.
Arzumand Jahāngīr loved the atmosphere.
It was dim-lighted and had a feel of home.
A few minutes later, we were finally seated by a window overlooking tI busy downtown area.
“I’m gonna order tI biggest steak we got here!” Arzumand Jahāngīr exclaimed playfully.
“Ok feel free to order whatever you want. It’s on me darling.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled.
“Oh thank you so much for taking me out. I haven’t been out in a while.”
“I find that hard to believe.” I said seriously.
Arzumand Jahāngīr just brushed off my comment.
“I really like this place Durgesh. I mean it’s just so cool.”
“I’m glad you like it dear.” I couldn’t take my eyes of the small beautiful cleavage her dress produced.
We ate dinner and talked about work.
Arzumand Jahāngīr entertained me nicely.
Her laugh was so gentle and her voice, her voice was just mesmerizing.
I felt like I could sit and talk with her for hours.
After our salad and steak, I offered to buy her dessert.
“Hmm how about we split a Tiramisu?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked sweetly.
“Yeah sounds good to me.”
A few minutes later, our waitress came back with our dessert.
The waitress was a young Musalmān blonde, a bit quiet but she finally spoke out when sI brought the dessert.
“Here you go. Your Tiramisu.” She placed the plate down with two forks. “How long have you two been together?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr almost felt herself choke on her coke when the waitress asked that bizarre question.
I cleared my throat trying to explain.
But Arzumand Jahāngīr suddenly smiled boldly at her,
“Well, actually, we are just courting with each other now.”
“Ah,” the waitress smiled, “Sir, I wish a very very happy sex life for both of you.”
“Thank you very much.” Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled profoundly at her.
I was amazed at her so unexpected response but she held my hand and squeezed it redolently.
“My pleasure, madam.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her heart pounding.
My eyes were piercing at her.
She too was hoping the waitress thinking we were a couple turned me on.
We ate our dessert in silence after the waitress’ remark.
The dessert was so cold and so delicious.
I watched Arzumand Jahāngīr eat it slowly as she licked her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips getting the entire flavor.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips were so full and pouty!
After we were finished with dinner, we decided to take a walk down tI busy street looking at the window displays as Arzumand Jahāngīr window-shopped.
I saw many people stare at us.
I had to admit that we did make a great looking couple.
The night was still young, but Arzumand Jahāngīr and I heard thunder up above.
“I didn’t hear that it was going to rain,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said frustrated somewhat.
I looked up feeling sprinkles of rain beginning to fall.
“I’m afraid so darling. Let’s get going back home. Maybe we can come downtown again later on this week.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr moaned like a spoiled little girl.
“Oh ok I guess so. I was just having so much fun Durgesh darling.”
I lightly put my hand on her back as we walked back to my car.
My touch, just this small light touch, was making Arzumand Jahāngīr feel warm inside.
We walked back to my car as the rain came down harder.
Luckily, we made it to the car without getting drenched.
Driving back home, the rain was pouring hard.
We ended up being stuck in a major traffic jam.
It seemed there was an accident up ahead and traffic was stopped.
“Oh great! Damnit! Now we are stuck here.” I groaned.
“Oh I’m sorry for all this Durgesh.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said apologizing.
I sighed looking at my maternal cousin.
Her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes were on me.
“Why are you apologizing? It’s this damn traffic.”
“Yeah but if it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t be in this traffic.”
I had a quick reflex and reached over to put my hand on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s knee.
“If it wasn’t for you, I’d be home alone, doing nothing. If it wasn’t for you, I’d be miserable right now.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her pulse racing as my hand laid on her knee.
She deliberately didn’t do anything to push it away.
She wanted it there, enjoying it very much.
SI began to hope that I’d move it up more.
I felt my hand warm as I had it on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s knee.
Her skin felt so soft.
I was tempted to move it up her dress.
I looked at Arzumand Jahāngīr as sI bit her lip as if she was waiting for the next move.
I slowly made tI bold move to slide my hand up her leg.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her whole body fill with lust as my hand was riding up her leg.
My Hindu touch was incredible as I kept moving my hand up.
I smiled as my hand was now on Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s smooth thigh.
Arzumand Jahāngīr voluntarily spread her legs to give me further access.
I couldn’t believe that I was touching my maternal cousin so erotically.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s breathing was getting heavy.
She’d never been more excited.
I could feel her wetness as I rubbed her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr wanted to moan, but she was just in a state of shock of pure lust.
My fingers caressed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot lightly rubbing up and down between her slick slit.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked around and saw the traffic jammed street hoping no one she knew would be witnessing this beautiful deed.
She turned to look at me, noticing my Uncut Hindu Cock growing in my pants.
Arzumand Jahāngīr closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes as I massaged her aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
“Mmmmm,” She found herself moaning softly.
I was astounded watching my little maternal cousin get turned on by my Hindu touch.
It was the most enjoyable traffic jam I could ever imagine.
Her sweet little excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped as she felt me touch her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot skin to skin.
My touch was so wonderful.
She opened her legs a little bit more, letting me know that I had her.
I had her good.
She appreciated, rather loved my activities.
I could feel her shaved excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot as I rubbed it with my Hindu fingers.
Her juices were all over my hand.
I could feel them just oozing out with each stroke of my hand.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock wanting to just jump out of my pants as I started to slide a finger inside Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Oh her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was so warm, so tight.
I watched her as she licked her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips, as she was lost in her enjoyment.
She started to moan louder now as I began to finger her faster and inserted a second finger in her.
“Oh Durgesh . Durgesh , Durgesh , Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! “She called out moaning as her little body squirmed in the passenger seat.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had never been finger fucked even by any man.
She had only masturbated herself so far.
She loved the way my fingers were jammed up her tight hole making it stretch open.
She couldn’t wait to know what my Uncut Hindu Cock would feel like inside her.
“Pull me on your lap. Replace your fingers with your Uncut Hindu Lund. Fuck me.” Arzumand Jahāngīr whispered.
I was startled,
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, we are in a traffic jam, not in our bedroom. So many persons are watching us.”
“Let them watch. I damn care now.”Arzumand Jahāngīr said in a husky voice, “I want to maintain my Live in Relationship with you, not with the bloody of them. Fuck me, I say. Act as if I’m your wife, suddenly gone ill. You are comforting me pulling me on your lap. None would have any objection to that. Fuck me you idiot. You’ve already wasted too much time. I’m waiting for it since I was legally adult.”
“Oh, I see it now. You never noticed. Did you?”
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