Midterm 2012: 26

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

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Chapter 26

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had been friends since they were eight.

Inseparable at school, they spent every other weekend at each other’s house.

So when I decided to take over a major office in another state, one can imagine how happy they were about that — not!

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah begged me to let me stay with Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and her family, but of course that was never going to happen.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was only fourteen at the time and there was no way Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s parents would allow it.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cried constantly for a month after we’d left and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Åāýéshah Abū Bakr did the same.

They were both losing their best friends.

But with the way of things today, they always kept our friendship strong.

Keeping in touch by email and phone, talking on messenger and webcam, it was almost like they weren’t even apart — almost.

About a year after Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shifted away, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr told Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah her parents had split up and were getting divorced.

She was shattered of course, and so Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah finally convinced Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s parents to let Åāýéshah Abū Bakr come over for a visit.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came during the September school holidays and it was the best two weeks ever.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told Åāýéshah Abū Bakr everything that had happened.

Apparently her Ammī had moved out and Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was living with her.

Her Ammī had been having an affair with me for a year and it had all blown up from there.

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was a mess, but the time she spent with them helped her out.

When it came time for her to go home, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t want her to leave and neither did she, but there was nothing to be done about it.

They kept in touch, all through high school and on into University.

They visited each other when they could.

Usually Åāýéshah Abū Bakr flew over to her side of the country, enjoying the break she got from me and being in the big city.

Their lives moved on, boyfriends, new friends, parties, but Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remained constant.

This particular year Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt it was her turn to visit with Åāýéshah Abū Bakr, to go back and visit her old city, see the old hangouts.

Spring with Åāýéshah Abū Bakr would be just what the doctor ordered Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew, and it would give her a break from her life for a little while too.

They were both nineteen by this time.

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was at the airport to pick Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah up.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah left her city at around five in the afternoon and after a four hour flight Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah arrived in Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s at about five thirty in the afternoon.

That took a little getting used to.

They went straight to her house.

She still lived with me.

Being at University was expensive.

She only lived a short car trip away so why pay out money for boarding when she didn’t have too?

Her house hadn’t changed much, a few new techy gadgets and a huge LCD TV, but for the most part it was exactly how Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remembered it.

It was almost like Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was coming home.

The memories it brought back were wonderful.

“It’s so good to see you again!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr babbled happily as she took Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah to the guest room. “It’s been ages!”

“You can say that again. Almost a year and a half since the last time you came over.”

“I know, uni’s kinda full on ay?”

“Yeah. How’s it all going?”

“Pretty good actually. My Professors are fairly happy with my progress and so am I. I’m really enjoying myself. What about you?”

“Oh you know me, just cruising along. Having fun mainly.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said and laughed. “Honestly though, the course I’m doing is freakin’ hard, I feel like my brains going to melt down. But hey you get that.”

“You’ll do fine, you always do.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed.

“So how’s Vikram?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah teased her, knowing that Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was a little coy when it came to her new Hindu boyfriend.

“He’s fine thanks,” she said poking her tongue out at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. “Actually he wanted to take us out tonight. You know have a few drinks, see a live band at one of the clubs. You feeling up to that?”

“Hell yeah, just show me where the party is!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said with a huge grin. “That means I finally get to meet him too.”

“Yeah yeah,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said laughing, “just remember, paws off, he’s mine.”

Doing the little actions Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “Cross my heart, scouts honour, you won’t get any trouble from me!”

They both laughed, knowing that they would never do anything like that to each other.

Besides Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kinda thought that Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tastes probably differed a great deal.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought Åāýéshah Abū Bakr liked the nice guys, the ones that weren’t too adventurous.

She though, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah liked the bad boys, all the excitement and stuff.

It was just a shame that she’d split from her boyfriend not long before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah decided to come over for a visit.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah missed the action, oh and the sex.

It had never rocked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s world of course, but it was certainly better than nothing.

Vikram was set to pick them up at seven, only an hour to get ready damn!

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr went off to her room and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rummaged in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s suitcase trying to find something sexy to wear.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah settled on a black, split front, halter neck that plunged low between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts, which was held together by a diamante clip and a string across Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s back, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s low slung black jeans.

Grabbing a towel Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah went off to take a shower and tried to hurry.

Getting ready in record time was a feat in itself as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a little tired after her flight.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was still running on her time.

Her body clock told her it was nearly ten thirty at night.

Generally a night owl, this wouldn’t have usually bothered her, but after a hectic day of travel and all that entails, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was feeling it.

Still Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made it with time to spare.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was waiting in the lounge room while Åāýéshah Abū Bakr applied the finishing touches to her makeup.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard a car pull up in the driveway and looked at her watch.

Ten to seven, well he was prompt at least.

“Åāýéshah Abū Bakr,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah called, “I think Vikram’s here!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah peeked out the window and watched the door of the car open.

A guy jumped out, tall and well-muscled.

Nice! Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes were flitting over his toned arms and chest.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s gaze travelled higher and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took in his features, and blinked.

“He’s kinda sexy, but a bit older than Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought he was,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah called out to Åāýéshah Abū Bakr again.

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr came into the lounge with a puzzled look on her face.

“What are you talking about?” She came up beside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and peered outside.

“Oh you spaz!” She laughed at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

“What?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked defensively.

“That’s Durgesh, my Ammī’s new Hindu lover, her Live in Relationship Partner now!” She told Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and laughed again.

“What? No way!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said in surprise.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took another look to make sure Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes weren’t deceiving her.

Having been told who he was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah finally recognized me.

“I didn’t know your new Hindu dad ever looking so…” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s voice trailed off, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face flushing a little in embarrassment.

“So, what?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr asked grinning at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s discomfort, “Ammījān isn’t a fool. Why didn’t you surmise his incredulous youth?”

“Ah, well…” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah fumbled. “Well, so good.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked out the window again and watched me as I bent over to retrieve a bag from the passenger’s side of the car.

Then I walked up the foot path.

My long legs were well muscled, my thighs bunching as I walked.

I had on gym shorts and a semi loose fitting muscle t-shirt, which showed off my massive arms and my broad upper chest.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah swallowed, feeling her young Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body’s reaction to what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was seeing.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her nipples peak and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face flushed again.

and in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought,

‘Allah, yā Allah!  Oh my God!’

I reached the door and Åāýéshah Abū Bakr opened it for me before I had a chance to get my keys out.

“Hi Durgesh!” She greeted me.

“Hi darling.” I said with a big smile. “You look nice, where are you off to tonight?”

“Vikram’s coming to pick us up in a little while and we’re off to the pub.”

“Us?” I asked slightly confused.

“Durgesh!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said with long suffering. “I reminded you about this morning. Remember,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said motioning towards me. “Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was arriving today?”

He turned in the direction indicated saying, “Of course, Fātim…” My voice stopped a little suddenly and my eyes widened a fraction as I saw Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah for the first time in over four years.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stood there smiling her best.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands were clasped behind Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s back.

“Hey Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, long time no see.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at me impishly, and came over to give me a quick hug.

She found herself unable to pay respect to me as her elder and as her best friend’s Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner.

Instead, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah found herself getting wet between her legs.

Allah, what a marvellous man!

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t blame Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s Ammī falling for Durgesh.

Well, who the stupid Musalmān Beauty wouldn’t?

She herself has fallen for this miraculous Hindu as soon as she saw him.

Instantly she is getting wet between her legs.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was surprised Åāýéshah Abū Bakr still needed Vikram.

Was she crazy?

I smelled of fresh sweat and earth, entirely too delicious, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her nipples harden again.

She’d called me ‘Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt’ for as long as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could remember, when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was young Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just couldn’t get her tongue around my name, ‘Durgesh’.

Now of course Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could pronounce it no worries at all, but ‘Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt’ had stuck, and old habits die hard.

Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt recovered enough to put my hand against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s back and ‘ahem’, picking up my lost train of thought and speech.

“It has been a long time. Hello Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.”

I dropped my hand and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stepped back before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s top too got soaked in her sweat.

Not that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah really would have minded at that point but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah still had to go out.

My palm had been sweaty against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin, my fingertips rough and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the tension in my body as I briefly hugged me.

Did I too have an erection?

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah doubted she felt it between her legs right between her Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān labial lips.

Allah, yā Allah!!

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t seem to get the smell of mine out of her greedy Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān  nostrils and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach fluttered nervously as her young Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body reacted.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was surprised and somewhat dismayed to admit that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was attracted to this Hindu man, as she was never attracted to anyone before.

Allah, he is really Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah doesn’t have any doubt now.

And I was not just any man, but I was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend’s ‘Durgesh’!

It was undoubtedly the weirdest feeling I’d ever had, not to mention way out of line.

Some things you just don’t do, like steal your best friend’s boyfriend or be attracted to their Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah meant damn, it was like a written commandment in the best friend diary.

However that didn’t stop how her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body responded and it didn’t stop her thinking, damn he’s so hot!

The Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt walked further into the entry and dropped my gym bag on the floor.

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr shut the door and they trailed behind me as I walked to the kitchen.

I poured myself a glass of juice and took a big swig.

“What time are you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young women getting back in tonight?” I asked.

“Late Durgesh darling, don’t wait up.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled at me teasingly.

“Well you know; if you find yourself in a spot of trouble…”

“I know,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said cutting me off mid-sentence, “your mobile is switched on and beside the bed. Don’t worry, we’ll be out with Vikram, we’ll be fine.”

As if to emphasize the fact, there was a knock at the door.

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s face lit up and she dashed off to answer it.

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr came back to the kitchen, holding Vikram’s hand, a smile beaming on her pretty face.

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, this is Vikram, Vikram this is my best friend Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.”

Vikram was tall and slim with dark black hair and black eyes.

Yet, still I was cute and looked as though butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth.

“Hi Vikram,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine. Wow, I’m gonna be the toast of the town tonight, hitting the pub with two hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān chicks!” Vikram said with wink and a smile.

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr giggled and smiled some more.

“So are we ready to go party?” Vikram asked.

“Yes!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr exclaimed. “Bye Durgesh,” she said coming over and giving me a peck on the cheek. “See you later.”

“Okay, have fun.” I replied with a smile.

“See ya later Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah called walking out of the kitchen.

As Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah walked away Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard, “Ah, um yeah.”

We’d just walked out of the door when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remembered her purse,

“Damn, I forgot my purse, gimme a sec.”

“No probs.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said, “We’ll wait for you in the car.”

“Be right back.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told them.

Racing back into the house, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah nearly collided with me in the hallway.

“Sorry Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Forgot my purse.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, trying to sidestep me only to have me move the same way Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did.

We both did the ludicrous dance of sidestepping in mirror image of each other a few times, until finally I reached out and grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulders.

We both laughed at the silliness of it all.

I held Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah still and stepped one way.

Then I pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah over the other way.

“Try that,” I said, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at me as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shot past.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed her purse and was out of Fātimah her room in no time.

Coming back into the hall Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was surprised to find me waiting there.

It looked as though I hadn’t moved an inch.

Walking past me on her way out again, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was forestalled when I reached out and grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s wrist lightly.

“Do me a favour?” I said rather cryptically.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah raised an eyebrow and said,

“Ah okay?”

“Put my mobile number in your phone? Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I really do worry about you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young women these days. It’d make me feel a lot better.”

“No problem, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed, grabbing out her phone and punching in the numbers as I recited them for her.

“There you are, all done. And I promise if it even looks like we’re going to get into trouble I’ll dial you first.”

“Thanks honey.” I replied.

My choice of words was totally innocent, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a shiver run across her skin as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard them.

Geez girl, get a grip!

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told herself as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made her way back out to the car.

Climbing into the back seat and clicking on her belt, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr skewed herself around.

“What took you so long?”

“What do you mean?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked pretending to be affronted. “I wasn’t even five minutes.”

“It felt like forever!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed.

“You need to buy a watch then.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told her and poked her tongue out at her.

They both broke out in giggles.

“Okay, let’s go party!” Vikram said and pulled out of the driveway.

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The bar was great, nice atmosphere, not too many people around yet because it was still so early.

It was a nice place to sit and relax.

In the adjoining bar they could hear the band setting up.

Sounds of gear being shifted and sound checks on the microphones drifted through the swing doors.

It looked as though it was going to be a big night.

Vikram turned out to be good company, polite and a gentleman.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah noticed the way he looked at Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and smiled, he was smitten.

As the night got later, the band kicked off and they moved into the crowded side of the bar.

It was loud, but the music was good and soon they three were all up on the dance floor, pressed together by the crowd, and trying to yell over the top of the music to hear one another.

As usually happens in bars, their communication ended up consisting of moronic hand signals and gesturing.

After a while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah signalled to them that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was thirsty and going to get a drink from the bar.

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and Vikram nodded, gesturing that they were going to come too.

Once out of the crush of the dancing crowd, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr headed off to find an unoccupied table, and Vikram followed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah up to the bar.

He stood close to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah as they waited for the bar staff to see them.

“You know, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr has been talking about you constantly for the last two weeks. I’m almost jealous.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed,

“We’ve been friends since we were eight, Vikram. We’re pretty close.”

“Oh I know.” Vikram said smiling.

The drinks came and they headed back to the table.

Vikram sat down close to Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and draped an arm around her shoulders.

She snuggled in closer as he whimpered in her ear.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at them both, they were so cute together.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah covered her mouth trying to hide a yawn, but Åāýéshah Abū Bakr saw and moved around beside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Leaning over to yell in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear, she said,

“You’re tired. Do you want us to take you home?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was going to decline, but another yawn struck and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah decided she was just too tired to keep going.

“Would you mind? I don’t want to ruin your night or anything.”

“Don’t even worry about it.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr reassured her. “I am starting to get bored myself anyway. Besides, Vikram’s invited me back to his place.” She told Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah with a big grin.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah giggled,

“Sounds like you’re on a promise then,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at her.

They gathered their  stuff and left the club.

The car ride home Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah spent dozing in the back seat while Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and Vikram flirted and giggled in the front.

Pulling to a stop in the driveway, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah started awake.

“Your stop; sleeping Musalmān beauty.” Vikram said with a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said with a smile. “Just remember, where I come from. I woke up four hours earlier than you, and it’s four in the morning for me. I’ve been awake nearly twenty four hours.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah climbed out of the back seat and came up to Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s window as she rolled it down.

Leaning down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, whimpering to her,

“Don’t do anything Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wouldn’t do.”

It made her giggle.

Looking over at Vikram Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah warned him, “You look after her and be good; otherwise I’ll have to hurt you!”

He laughed at her, “I always look after her! Don’t worry.”

“Good night, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said handing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah her house keys. “Are you sure you’re all right with this? I feel kinda guilty.”

“Don’t be,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed. “At least one of us is gonna have some fun tonight!”

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr gasped in amused shock,

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah!!” she cried, her face flushing.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just laughed again and said goodnight.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah let herself into the house as their car pulled away.

With a gaping yawn Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made her way into the kitchen.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was thirsty and needed a glass of water before heading to bed.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stopped short in fear when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah saw a figure standing at the sink.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s heart pounded alarmingly until Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah realised it was I, standing with my back to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Well of course it was I.

Who else would it be duh?

I was wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, the tight shorts kind that hugged all the right places.

My back and shoulders were broad and heavily muscled tapering down to a trim waist and hips.

And my hips, ‘Allah, oh my God’, were tight.

My thighs were large, strongly defined as well as my calves.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her young Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān skin heating as sinful thoughts flashed through Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind.

I turned around having heard Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah come in.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took in all my Hindu masculine glory.

My chest was like sculpted stone, my pecks full and well-shaped, my tight six pack abs looked rock hard.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath starting to become shallow.

I had a sparse covering of hair that triangled on my chest like the “superman” logo on Clark Kent’s hero suit, which trailed down into a thin line that disappeared into the top of my briefs.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah found herself thinking how much Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would like to find out how far that went down.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was practically drooling over my Hindu body, staring at the huge Hindu bulge outlined by my jocks, and wondering what it would look like fully erect or feel like to touch, to have in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mouth … Allah, Oh God, what was wrong with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?

I was what?

Sixty two?

Old enough to be her own Ammī’s Hindu lover, certainly, but damn I was so sexy!

“Hi Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I said is my gravelly deep voice. “Did you have a good night?”

“I did; yeah.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stammered.

“Where’s Åāýéshah Abū Bakr?”

“Ahh,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said gathering her scattered thoughts, “she went back to Vikram’s place.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told me, not knowing if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was saying the right thing.

“Oh, right.” I said trying to sound as nonchalant as I could, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hear the concern behind the tone.

“Don’t worry Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s a smart girl, and Vikram seems to be a really nice guy. They’ll both be responsible.”

“Hard for me not to worry but thanks for the reassurance.”

“Don’t mention it.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told me coming over to where I stood and reaching for a glass from the dish rack.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah leaned across and turned on the tap, filling the glass with water.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s arm brushed lightly against my before I shifted to allow her a bit of room.

And Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt goose bumps form on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took a big drink, gulping it down quickly in nervous reaction, and managed to spill some of it down the front of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shirt.

The cold water hitting Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s flushed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān skin caused Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples to instantly harden, showing proudly through the thin slinky fabric of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shirt.

I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, grabbed a tea towel and passed it to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, averting my gaze as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah mopped up the spill.

“Sorry,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wiped the water from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts and stomach, “guess I’m more tired than I thought.”

“It happens.” I smiled looking straight at her, my voice sounding not even a little strained.

“Yeah, to me more than most people.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah joked and laughed a little.

I chuckled and looked back at her as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah put down the towel.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s top clung damply to her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, outlining the full curve of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts and the hard points of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples.

My eyes were instantly drawn to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her nipples peak again in response.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī clit tingled madly as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had a vision of my hard Hindu lips wrapped around one of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s buds, my tongue flicking incessantly back and forth across their tips.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah clenched her ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs together, squeezing her ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot in an attempt to ease the ache that was beginning to make itself known.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah always got like this after she’d been drinking.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was torn, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so horny, but on the other hand this was I, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend’s Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner!

That was like morally wrong wasn’t it?

How could Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah possibly make a move on me?

I saved Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Making an embarrassed “ahem” I turned and faced the sink, hiding the fact that a bigger Hindu bulge was starting to develop in my briefs.

It kind of snapped me out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s daze.

Realizing it, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled triumphantly at no one in particular.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah finished her drink, this time being careful not to spill.

“Okay, I’m off to bed then Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, I’m exhausted.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told me putting her glass back in the dish rack, breathing deeply as I stood close to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and she was taking in my scent.

It was the heady, rugged scent of a Hindu man, a scent that was entirely different to the smell of a boy like Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s last boyfriend.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah nearly caved in and threw herself at me, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah controlled herself.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah walked down the hall and into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bedroom.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breathing was heavy and fast.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples were hard and the ache between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs was absolutely undeniable.

Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, you win!

I am crazy now to have your Uncut Hindu Lund into my ravenous  Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, deepest.’

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tore off her top, while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kicked off her boots.

Stripping off her jeans and panties in one go, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah threw herself on the bed and vented her frustration into the pillows, screaming all the air out of her lungs.

But still the arousal loomed.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t deny it any longer; Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah needed some relief.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah turned over onto her back and with a small moan Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah let her fingers start exploring her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands glided along her chest, stroking over her breasts and nipples, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pinched at their hardened tips.

Whimpering in pleasure at the small amount of pain which preceded it, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands moved lower until finally they were where they wanted to be.

Stroking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī clit, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah dipped Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own fingers deeper, wetting their tips in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own flowing juices and then bringing them back to circle and tease Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot.

Even in the throes of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ecstasy filled masturbation; Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard my light footsteps on the tiled floor as I padded down the hall.

It seemed my footsteps paused at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s door.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned a little louder than Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought she would.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was thinking about me that I was standing on the other side of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s unlocked door, listening to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah masturbate.

I knew very well that I had only to turn the handle and walk in to see her fingering herself while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought about me.

What would I do then?

Would I turn around and walk out or would I stand at the end of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed and watch me as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah touched herself.

Maybe I would crawl up from the foot of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed and let my Uncut Hindu Lund  take over from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s fingers!

Oh dear, Allah, the thought of it all only served to fuel Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s desire and fan the flames higher.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned again, harder, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah drove two fingers deep inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s other hand was working its way along the curve of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ass to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s puckered opening.

The juices of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot dribbled down along the crack to lubricate Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight little puckered opening and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gently eased a finger inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own ass.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned again, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes rolling up into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head at the pleasure Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard my door close behind me as I went into my room.

My door was directly across from hers!

How easy would it be for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah to get up and walk in there?

Sneak into my bed; get me while my guard is down?

Make it near impossible for me to say no to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?

Sneak in under the covers and work her way up until my hard Uncut Hindu Lund  was right near Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could suck on it like a lollipop!

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own climax building, the ache reaching its peak as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s fingers worked frantically on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot and asshole.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned and whimpered.

She imagined all manner of nasty things Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could do to me and I to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, until finally Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah creamed all over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own fingers!

Pulses of orgasm travelled over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips shook and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s toes twitched from the unadulterated pleasure.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah fell into a deep sleep seconds later, exhaustion finally taking its toll, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew no more.***

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah awakened sometime later.

The room was still dark and there was no alarm clock in there.

So Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t know what time it was.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah figured it was still early morning or… Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had slept the whole day through and it was evening again.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat up and groaned.

She stretched her arms to work out the kinks.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t think Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had moved once, while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah slept.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah turned on the bedside lamp and looked at her watch on the dresser.

It was five thirty in the morning.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned, why on earth Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was up this early!?

Still groggy with sleep it took her a while to remember the time difference and that were Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came from it was nine thirty in the morning.

Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body clock was still a little haywire.

Digging in her suitcase, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pulled out one of her stretch lace chemises and a pair of matching high cut hipster panties.

Dragging them on, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rose and stretched again.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth felt dry and gritty.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah needed another glass of water.

Opening her door Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wandered down the hall and into the kitchen.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came to a surprised halt, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah spied once again.

I was standing at the kitchen sink in my briefs, having a drink.

“We need to stop meeting like this…” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said groggily, making me jump in fright, spilling my drink down the front of myself.

I coughed hard, having inhaled some of my water.

When my coughing fit had passed I swore,

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you startled me.”

My alertness had brought me a little more awake, although Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was still tired.

“Sorry Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah mumbled walking over and offering me the towel I had offered to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah earlier. “I really didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you’d heard me coming.”

I’d stopped moving, stopped talking, maybe even stopped breathing, I’d gone so quiet.

“Are you all right, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked concerned, coming wider awake again. “You look a bit tense, what’s wrong?”

I coughed again and managed to say, “Nothing,” though my voice sounded rushed somewhat.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah reached over to the dish rack again and retrieved the glass.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipple unintentionally brushed against my forearm as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did it.

Instantly Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a tingle spread across the skin of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own chest, emanating from the point of contact.

The hairs on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s arms stood on end, and the part of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s brain that had been vainly trying to wake her up properly finally came through.

Instantly Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was wide awake and aware of what had happened.

How her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body was reacting to this Hindu everyoung man again.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard a little frustrated growl and then I spoke.

“You know Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you really shouldn’t walk around like that, a guy might get the wrong impression.”

I stood a mere foot away from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

My voice was rough and raspy and it sent a shiver up Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was fully awake now and I’d just given her a brilliant opening.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could do one of two things from this point.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could chicken out and slink back to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own room.

Or Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could take the bait and push this further towards what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted.

And let’s face it.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah really wanted this man to fuck her stupid.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were awake.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah apologised, taking a big swig from her glass, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands shook so much that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah spilled her water again and it soaked the front of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lace chemise, making it even more see through.

Putting down the glass before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah drowned herself; Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah brushed the water off her chest.

The pale white lace had turned translucent showing off the discs of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s large areolas to perfection and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s puckered nipples strained against the fabric.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel the water trickling down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach and into the top of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew before long they too would be transparent and showing of the neat little triangle of her pubic hair Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kept almost fanatically trimmed.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s waxed ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot had begun to moisten at the feel of the cool water running along Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin and down towards Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hot wet lips, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah let out a tiny groan.

Realising what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had done; Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to cover,

“Allah, yā Allah! God, I’m sucking a klutz!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah complained lamely.

I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hadn’t said a word.

I just stood there looking at her.

My eyes roamed all over her young Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, staring at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest and travelling down to openly admire the effect the water was having on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties.

The quality of light was growing slowly but steadily brighter, and in that half-light Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could clearly see the outline of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought that it too was steadily growing.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kept sneaking peeks from behind lowered lashes.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so nervous.

What the hell was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah doing?

This had the potential to be disastrous.

But Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t move.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just stood there knowing what I was looking at, what I could see.

Eventually my eyes came back to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face, my deep black penetrating stare snared her and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah saw a significant glint in my eye.

Looking back maybe Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah should have taken keener note of that look but at that moment Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s self-preservation instincts were on hold.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had the nervous habit of fiddling with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own hair when faced with an unsettling situation and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah twirled a lock of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own hair around Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s finger unconsciously now due to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s current state.

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah…” I said; my voice intoxicatingly low, deep and rough, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own insides quiver. “You are either the clumsiest girl I know, or…” My words trailed off suggestively.

“Or?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah queried like some mindless fool glancing up at me with big eyes.

I gave me a crooked smile, sly and calculating.

“Or,” I said, “You did that on purpose didn’t you.”

I had managed to turn a statement into a question without it really being a question.

Anyway, I didn’t wait for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s reply. “Hmm yes, I think that’s it. Isn’t it? You come across all nervous and flighty, but really you’re just putting on a little show for my benefit. Aren’t you?”

“I… what? No…” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stammered when faced with an accusation that wasn’t entirely wrong, trying her hardest to deny the truth of the matter.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples tightened further as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah noted the gleam in my eye.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sensed that I was enjoying Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s disconcert, that I enjoyed watching Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah squirm under my bold Hindu gaze.

“Oh come on, don’t deny it. From the first moment I laid eyes on you, you’ve done nothing but tease me.” I said. “Dressing in that little black top that could have been used as a necktie it was so flimsy, pressing your bouncy big tits and hard nipples against my chest when you hugged me. How about when you came home from the club? Hmm? And spilled the water down your front then. That was all just to make me feel a little motivated. Wasn’t it?”

“Ah, I… no… I … it wasn’t … it really was an accident.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah denied.

Even now, I looked down at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s front.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hard nipples were poking proudly through the lace of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s top.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s little triangle of pubic hair was too on evident display for any eyes that might happen to be looking.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt herself naked in front of me,

“I really didn’t mean to…”

“Mean to what?” I said stepping in closer, cutting off Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s attempt to explain. “Mean to be an Uncut Hindu Lund tease?” I said in that damnable voice.

So low, so velvety.

“Mean to groan so loud last night as I walked past your bedroom so I knew that you were in there fingering yourself?” I smiled at thoroughly embarrassed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah now.

I reached forward and grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s wrist.

“Well, since you want me so badly, now I too mean to do this to you.” I finished saying as I drew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hand towards me and pressed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s palm against my Hindu crotch.

I thought Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered and briefly tried to pull her hand away, but my fingers bit down on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s wrist and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t move.

“Oh come on, you’ve been sneaking peeks at it all night. Now that you can finally touch it do you really want to pull away?” I teased in that low monotone.

I began stroking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hand up and down the length of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She groaned a little, drawing in a deep breath through her nose.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered again as I chewed on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bottom lip.

I smiled then,

“I think so.” I pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s palm harder against my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Mmm,” I smiled again bravely. “Does that feel good honey?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered again, it was all Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could manage.

It did feel good!

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind couldn’t cope with it Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s brain was on autopilot, no words just actions.

I was so long, so thick, so strong.

I was about seven inches.

So much bigger!

Easily twice, if not three times as thick now as she thought of me originally.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah doubted whether her fingers could’ve met up with each other if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wrapped her palm around my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.

And Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted too, wanted to wrap Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s fingers around my Uncut Hindu Lund and wank me, wanted to wrap Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips around my Uncut Hindu Lund and suck me.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted it so much Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was almost creaming in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own panties just from rubbing me.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah started kneading my Hindu length with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own fingers, using Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s thumb and forefinger to squeeze along my Hindu shaft and down to my Hindu balls.

I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, groaned aloud then,

“Oh yes! You really are a little Uncut Hindu Lund tease, aren’t you Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered, but otherwise said nothing in reply.

I grabbed her by the chin with my other hand, lifting Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face up and forcing me to look me in the eyes,

“Say, admit now. None else is here except only two of us. Be brave enough to acknowledge that you love me hopelessly, even while you are only nineteen and I’m sixty two.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gathered all the courage ultimately that she could muster.

And she smiled at me boldly now,

“Yes, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. I love you. To hell with any age difference whatsoever. The bulge you depict for me is quite exciting and even more than enough.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told me.

My eyes were boring into her soul.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled then, the grin of a satisfied cat.

I told her,

“Good, little Uncut Hindu Lund tease.”

My words sent shivers down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine and awoke in me a deep and unknown eroticism Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah never knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel.

It made her feel sexy and good all at the same time.

It made her want to please me in any way that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples tighten even further and the ache in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī clit had grown into a thundering pulse.

I leant forward.

Her lips were coming ever closer to mine.

Through half lidded eyes Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched until finally my mouth crushed against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s parted lips and the enchantment shattered.

There was no thought, just unadulterated need, raw instinct, as my tongue drove into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and my teeth grated against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips.

My hand snaked its way into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair so I could grab a handful and drag Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head back letting my kiss could go deeper.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned against my mouth.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hand working of its own will, stroking and kneading at my Hindu length and my balls.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel a wet spot developing on my briefs and whimpered as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rubbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s fingers over it.

I pulled back from the kiss, glaring into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face,

“Oh it’s like that, is it?” I asked gruffly, her breath as heavily affected as mine.

Finally I let go of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s wrist, the rush of blood back into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s limb made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s fingers tingle.

I reached inside my briefs and adjusted myself.

My Uncut Hindu Lund ran straight up my stomach now, the swollen head sticking out the top of my briefs and pointed at my belly button.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hand hadn’t shifted from my crotch; and I still had my hand latched into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair.

I pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head forward, making me look down, making me look at the engorged head of my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could see the glistening pre cum on its tip and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah licked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips wishing to herself that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could take it into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and suck it all up.

Instead though, I made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watch as I used my forefinger to smear the dribble of pre cum all over the head of my penis.

I let Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head right itself, and looking into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face again I said,

“Open your mouth.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah parted Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips without thought, waiting for whatever else I wanted of her.

With a satisfied smile, I brought my finger to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and rubbed it against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bottom lip.

Immediately Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue darted out to lick at the tips of my finger, tasting the salty pre cum of my Uncut Hindu Lund that I had smeared on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lip, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned and closed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth around my digit sucking on it as if they were my engorged Uncut Hindu Penis.

I pushed another digit inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

“Oh yeah,” I said as I felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue slide between my two fingers, “not only a little Uncut Hindu Lund tease, but a cum slut too.”

I leant forward and put my mouth close to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear.

“Do you like the taste of my pre cum honey? I bet you’d like to taste a bit more hmm?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered and nodded her head with my fingers still in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

My hand tightened in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair, making her wince,

“Say, ‘Yes, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt’.” I reminded her in a warning tone.

“Yes, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped, trying to form the words around my fingers.

“That’s what I thought.” I said smugly. “And are you a little cum slut?”

“Yes, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped again as I withdrew my fingers from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

“Would you like to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, honey?”

“Yes, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah replied in earnest, panting.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah really did love sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She had dreamed of it already very much.

‘There was just something about dropping to your Musalmān knees in front of a Hindu  and worshiping his Uncut Hindu Lund with your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.’

“Oh yeah,” I said. “All right my good little Uncut Hindu Lund tease, get on your knees.”

And Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did; without a moment’s hesitation.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah fell to her knees and looked up into my face with a pleading look on hers.

I chuckled.

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I could get used to that look.” I said to no-one in particular. “All right honey, take them off.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew immediately I was referring to my briefs so Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah reached forward and clasped the waistband.

Dragging them down slowly, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah let her eager fingers glide along the sparsely haired skin of my toned thighs before letting my jocks fall to the ground around my ankles.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah still looked up at me, waiting for me to tell me what to do next.

I stepped out of my jocks, kicking them away, and grabbed hold of my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund.

Slowly Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah began massaging it, stroking it up and down in front of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī   Musalmān face.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own eyes were drawn to the action and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kept licking at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bottom lip like a person in the desert starved for water.

My hand wound itself in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair again, holding her stationary.

“Don’t move, and keep your tongue in your mouth. Don’t do anything at all until I tell you to, understand?”

“Yes, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes straining to look up at me because Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t move Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own head.

I smiled at her then, my teeth flashing white like some predatory animal.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath catch and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot clench.

What was I going to do to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought dazedly.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t know and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t really care, just so long as I did something.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knelt there in front of me, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath short and quick, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips parted ever so slightly.

“Look at my Uncut Hindu Lund, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.” I instructed her and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did as I told.

Pre cum was oozing out of the tip in an almost constant flow.

Her hand worked my length slowly, up and down, squeezing around the bulbous tip like she was milking it.

“See what you’ve done to me? See how hard and wet you’ve made me?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t know if I wanted her to answer me or not, so Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remained quiet.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted desperately to lick my lips but she remembered to keep her tongue in her young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth like I’d told her.

“And now you’re going to help fix it. Aren’t you Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I crooned. “You’re going make it feel all better, aren’t you?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched with wide eyes as my hips shifted closer to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face, bringing the tip of my hard Uncut Hindu Lund closer to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

I moved slowly, teasing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah until finally, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips.

I rubbed the tip back and forth across Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s parted lips.

More pre cum dribbled out of it as I smeared it across Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and down onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chin.

I rubbed myself all over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face, across Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s cheeks, on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chin, even down the length of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nose.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was twitching like mad, so wet and slippery, so hot and aching, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to touch it but somehow she knew that she shouldn’t now.

The strong scent of fresh Hindu pre cum filled Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Musalmān nostrils and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah ached to get it in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could taste it faintly against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s teeth as it dribbled into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips and groaned again, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes rolling closed.

Chapter 27

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


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