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Chapter 7

Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah

Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ   

Her jaw dropped.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t believe what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had just heard; was she losing her mind?

Had her ears garbled the words that had entered her eardrum and maybe she just misheard?

Things like this just didn’t happen in normal society…did they?

“Yes, I did it. Last night.” Her best friend said with a proud grin. “I finally did it.”

“Are you for real, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked in disbelief.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled.

“What’s the big deal? It happens more than you know, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”

“But not to my best friend.”

“Well…it did. Believe it.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed at her steadily, looking for any possible signs of a lie.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had been friends since they entered preschool together.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ had never lied to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Similarly, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah never lied to her.

But more than that, they were lovers…had been since they both turned eighteen but six months ago.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ pressed her, full lips together and waited for her next reaction, moving closer to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah and placing her warm hand on her tanned, bare thigh.

“So let me get this straight,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured. “Last night, my best friend…my best friend…you…I mean…”

“Yes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I slept with my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said exasperatedly.

The words seemed foreign, and with a distraught groan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah flopped down next to Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ on her bed.

She turned over on her side facing Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah and set her hand on her hip, urging Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah onto her side to face her also.

“It was so hot. Allah, yā Allah! God, I never thought sex could be so good with a guy. Usually, it’s just wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am and the guy is done. With my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh…he was totally in tune to my every desire.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said, her brown eyes dreamy.

Here they were, her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, relaxing after a long days’ work at their  jobs in her bedroom, and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  came out with this revelation.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ only told her because Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was her best friend and she trusted Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wouldn’t go around telling everyone.

Plus the fact, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought with an inward chuckle, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ loved to try to shock Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Involuntarily, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot began to stir.

An image of Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  on her back, her hairless, shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  wet and spread open for her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s waiting Uncut Hindu Lund  filled her mind’s eye.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq was now a cuckolded husband.

Zaynab bint Åāmir was his aggressive wife.

She cuckolded Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq to the extent that he now even used to clean my Uncut Hindu Lund when I fucked Zaynab bint Åāmir in her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass.

He sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund when it was directly out of Zaynab bint Åāmir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had often found herself fantasizing about being underneath.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ herself was a beauty, too, with long, curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a lean, curvy build.

Along with the lust came the jealousy.

Whether Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was jealous about Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ being with her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, or vice versa, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t really tell.

But it started from her belly and most likely turned her eyes from blue to green.

“Come on, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. I’ve been telling you for months I wanted the old Hindu scoundrel.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said. “Are you mad?”

“No,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied. “Not mad as much as jealous.”

“Don’t be jealous. There’s a world of difference between my best friend and my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ grinned.

“I – I still can’t believe it.”

“When I think it over, it’s hard for me to believe, too. I mean this is the man that raised me, took care of me, held me when I was a baby. But on the other hand, he’s a man too; a man with real desires and feelings, and I’m not just his daughter now…Now I’m a woman.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ran her hand along her slim hip, feeling a little shiver of excitement unfurl in her belly. “Tell me about it.”

“Well, My brother was out with his friends, and my stepdad Durgesh was downstairs watching a movie on the TV, wearing just his jeans. You’ve seen him in just his jeans, right?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had.

Durgesh, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Hindu stepfather, kept himself tanned and well in shape.

I had a great figure and a toned chest.

And just imagining I in a pair of faded blue jeans started all kinds of naughty thoughts in her head.

Now that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought about it, so did her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh too.

Even at my sixty-three, I looked years younger than Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq.

With still jet-black hair, grave Hindu  eyes, and a muscular build I could really turn any woman’s head.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir  cuckolded her royal Sheikħ Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq, to me when she was very young.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah also had so many sisters.

Her Ammī Kħadījah Bint Kħuwaylid had not even to cuckold her husband to me.

Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh was my childhood friend.

He was so obsessed with my extraordinary unique Hindu sexual prowess that he himself loved to watch me fucking every Musalmān Beauty.

He himself had planned that his entire sixteen, extremely beautiful, nudist feminist real sisters fuck me themselves.

“Hey, Al Islam, Al Qur’ān, Al Furqān, Assalāt, Al Fajir, Attahajjud, why all of you yourself don’t fuck Durgesh, the Hindu scoundrel?”

Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī watched her elder brother, Muħammad Åbdullah, with immense censure.

“If you had really wanted your sisters to enjoy Durgesh’s never unquenched Hindu lust for us Musalmān Beauties, we were not virgins even now.”

“You are a worthless elder brother, Bhāījān;” Al Islam also said furiously, “Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī Bājī is already thirty two. And she is still dreaming of your immensely sexy Hindu friend Durgesh.”

“Well,” Muħammad Åbdullah smiled cunningly, “Ask her. She has sucked Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund already when the Hindu damnfool was sleeping.”

“So what?” Al Islam smiled proudly, “She has only sucked the Hindu idiot’s Uncut Hindu Lund. I’ve even fucked him.”

“I’ve too.” Twenty-eight years old, Al Qur’an, winked at her elder brother.

Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī smiled ingeniously.

“How do you morons know I’ve only sucked him?”

“Great Bājī.” Al Qur’an plunged at Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī, and kissed her excitedly fiercely, “you’ve also fucked the Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties?”

Muħammad Åbdullah was smiling sedately.

He knew very well that none of his sisters was virgin now anymore.

He had not only enjoyed watching them sucking and fucking his immensely talented Hindu friend, he had filmed their entire erotic activities with me even.

It was necessary to protect Durgesh from immensely communal immensely jealous Musalmīn of not only Makkah Mukarramah, of entire Islamic world even.

The hypocrites always put the blame on Hindus.

The Musalmān Beauties were entirely innocent in their presentations everywhere.

The truth was exactly opposite however.

Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well the over religious attitude of Mullahs, Maulavīs and other religious leaders had made Musalmān Beauties abnormally ravenous in sex.

His own sisters were suffering from it.

It was better in his eyes to give opportunities to them so that they could fuck Durgesh.

Not anyone else.

Not another Hindu even.

Everything that shines is not gold.

He has known so many Hindus.

They are powerful.

But they are not as sincere as Durgesh is.

Durgesh never leaves any Musalmān Beauty once he fucks her.

The trouble is he generally does not make advances to even extraordinary Musalmān Beauties himself.

The Musalmān Beauties themselves make advances to him.

Who doesn’t want to secure her/his future, if it is possible?*

After Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah turned eighteen, I seemed to pull away.

At least, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought it was so.

Maybe not emotionally as much as physically, I rarely hugged her, and sitting close to each other on the couch while peacefully watching a movie hadn’t happened since Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could remember.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew I was not against my threesome with her Ammī, Kħadījah Bint Kħuwaylid  while her Abbū Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh was also present there.

She often wondered if it was because of how much Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah took after her Ammī, with long, blond-brown hair, blue eyes, and a curvy build that drew eyes wherever Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went.

Often, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah caught me staring at her but I would only smile at her gravely when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my eyes.

A few times Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah would find me just outside the bathroom door as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah finished showering, hurrying away when I emerged…Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought nothing of it at the time…but now…Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ wiggled closer to her, her voice lowering huskily.

“So I came downstairs in this short t-shirt and sat down next to Durgesh Papa Jī, cuddling up real close and resting one of her hands on his thigh. He put his arm around me, and I pretended to stretch, pulling my shirt way up past my belly. Of course, I forgot my panties…”

She trailed off, looking at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  from the corner of her chocolate brown eyes with a playful smile.

“You little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slut.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said, not able to stop herself from smiling back.

“It was like flipping a switch. Durgesh Papa Jī  had a Hindu hard-on tenting his jeans out so far boy scouts could camp under them,” she chuckled. “He smiled confidently, as if he was hoping I wouldn’t notice. I could imagine what was going through his head. This is my stepdaughter, how can I think what I am thinking, why am I even looking at her the way I am. Actually, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could practically read what Durgesh Papa Jī  was thinking.

“I looked up at Durgesh Papa Jī, he looked right back. I slid my hand farther up his Hindu  thigh, waited for Durgesh Papa Jī  to say no, when he didn’t say anything, I slid my hand straight over his Uncut Hindu Lund. Still he didn’t say anything. I unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down his zipper, and let his universally famous legendary Uncut Hindu Lund out. Allah, yā Allah! Oh my God, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, you would not believe the size of Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund. At least eight inches, and thick…way thicker than any other guy I’ve seen in porns. I ran my finger boldly, entirely unashamed of me―”

“Entirely unashamed of you?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah teased Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.”

“Why not?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said unashamedly boldly, “What wrong was I doing? I am an adult now. I can decide with whom I want to enjoy my life.”

“But he is our stepfather.”

“So what? It’s better to decide to have your stepfather your life partner. We know him very well, more than we can know of any damn stranger.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah laughed impishly, “You are implying that it’s better for every adult young woman to have her stepfather her life partner.”

“If her stepfather is Durgesh, yes. That’s what I’m not only implying but announcing even as a principle.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.”


“Are you mad?”

“Certainly not.”

“It’s against the morals and ethics of the society.”

“I respect the morals and ethics of the society but on the cost of my own happiness.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ!”

“I’m not ashamed of it, I say.”

“Can you declare that Durgesh is now your Live in Relationship Partner too as well as Live in Relationship Partner of your Ammī Zaynab bint Åāmir?”

“Well, not now.”

“There you are.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled triumphantly.

“But I won’t allow anyone to snatch away my Live in Relationship Partner from me. Even now.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ announced resolutely.

“He is so good?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah suddenly found herself jealous of her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.

“He is the BEST, you stupid. Fuck him yourself too, before it’s too late.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ went on:

“Feeling my young adult palm over the tip of his Uncut Hindu Lund, Durgesh Papa Jī  moaned a little and asked what I was doing. I told him boldly, smiling; I was doing exactly what the both of us wanted. I told Durgesh Papa Jī  that I knew he too watched me while I showered, that I watched him too when he walked in and out of a room, and that I liked to steal his underwear to masturbate with. He managed to look really grave and admonish me, but I knew he had to surrender ultimately, whatsoever would happen in between. I wrapped my hand around his Uncut Hindu Lund  and started stroking him… Allah, yā Allah!  God; the brightening of his Hindu eyes with spectacular triumph over a young adult smart and brilliant Musalmān Beauty, was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. I was making my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, content, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”

“Allah, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah muttered.

Though Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wouldn’t admit it out loud, this was beyond hot.

Her eighteen year-old best friend rubbing her own stepfather’s Uncut Hindu Lund…what would it be like to wrap her fist around her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund? Feel the pulsing veins running up the length of his Hindu shaft in her palm?

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  continued.

“I put my mouth around Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund and sucked him until he was on the verge of cumming…then he pushed me down onto my back and went down on me until I could barely see straight. I was almost screaming at the top of my lungs. Durgesh Papa Jī  penised my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot so well, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. He used his Uncut Hindu Lund, his lips; he made me beg for more. I spread my thighs and fucked me on my back…I came several times on Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund before he put me on all fours and fucked me until I came several more times. I wanted Durgesh Papa Jī  to cum sooner, but he said he wanted me to experience a real man. He looked like I won the lottery when I asked him to cum in my mouth…mmmmm, Durgesh Papa Jī  tasted good, too.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  stared at her for a Moment, letting everything she had just told her fully sink in. “I can’t believe you did it.”

“Then you probably won’t believe it when I do it again.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  said slyly.

“You’re going to hell.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  said matter-of-factly.

“I think I was already well on my way when I started playing with you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”

They caught each other’s eye and collapsed into a fit of giggles, totally caught up in the pleasure and beauty of the other.

There was a brief knock at her bedroom door, and before Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had a chance to jump off the bed, their Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, peeked my head in.

My green eyes hardened as I took in their nearly naked bodies. Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wore a white shirt and matching bikini panties, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ wore a matching black shirt and pantie.

I never diverted my hardened gaze, however.

“Oh…sorry, girls. I just wanted to let you know that the servants have informed me that dinner is ready.” I said, “It was good I decided to inform you myself.”

“Thanks, Daddy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  squeaked.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  exchanged glances as I left, closing the door behind me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped when her warm fingers nudged underneath her panties.

She rubbed along her thoroughly wet slit, slipping her middle finger between her shaven sex lips to firmly circle her clit.

“You’re soaking wet.” She murmured. “Does Daddy turn you on, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?”

“Stop that.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said sharply. “You fucked your stepfather, that doesn’t mean I want to fuck mine too.”

“Don’t lie to me! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I saw your eyes when Durgesh Papa Jī  was looking at us. Your little nipples hardened under your cami…now your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is practically dripping. Didn’t know you could want your stepfather too, did you?”

“I don’t want him.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah insisted breathlessly, enjoying the sweet pleasure washing through her body. I didn’t want my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh…that would be wrong…”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ scooted closer, her smooth knees bumping against Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s, her fingers working faster under her panties. “Tell me you never think about sucking Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. What it would feel like to have your stepfather fucking you hard into your aching little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…making you cum…over and over again.”

Was she right?

Hadn’t Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had those exact thoughts before?

What was going on?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah closed her eyes tightly, trying to block the pictures suddenly pushing themselves into her mind.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah remembered seeing her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund once.

I had just emerged from the shower and had stridden through the hall to my bedroom, naked as the day I was born.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah didn’t know what I had been doing in the shower, but my Uncut Hindu Lund was rock hard and standing straight out from my body.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had stared, frozen, at my engorged Hindu  member while her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooded with arousal juice.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt so ashamed, and more than a little dirty, at what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had seen.

Yet, at the same time, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was intensely turned on.

Turned on by her own Hindu stepfather.

“Admit it.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ whimpered hotly into her ear, her warm, wet tongue sneaking out to flick along her earlobe. “Every Musalmān girl thinks about fucking her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, at one time or another, baby. And just like I made it come true…you can too make it come true, if you are smart enough to secure your future physically, sexually, financially and emotionally. Durgesh is the ever best husband for every Musalmān Beauty whether Jet Musalmān Beauties or others.”

“No,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “No, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …”


“No…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah arched sharply into her busy little fingers, breath hissing through her teeth as she pushed her cami up over her breasts, baring her taut pink nipples to her hot gaze.

She moved down to engulf one in her skilled mouth, suckling gently as she slipped two fingers deep in her horny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her thumb was expertly rubbing her hard, throbbing clit.

“Do you want my tongue in your wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  asked impudently winking at her, cunningly, impishly . “Tell me you want it.”

“No…I…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stuttered. Allah, God, she was bringing her so close! The little tease…

“Mmmm, tell me you want my mouth sucking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. No…tell me you want your Hindu Step Daddy’s, Durgesh Papa Jī’s  Uncut Hindu Lund  fucking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said.

Her plunging fingers slowed to an agonizing pace, slowly withdrawing and slowly pushing back in, teasing her clit with feather-light manipulation.

“Make me cum, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …make me cum…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, thrusting her hips upwards into her fingers.

“Not until you say what you really want.” She persisted.

“Girls! Dinner is getting cold!” I shouted from downstairs.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ pulled her fingers away, drawing a frustrated groan from her mouth but at the same time sending a wave of guilt through Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

I didn’t deserve having to wait for the dinner.

“I’ll get you back later.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah growled.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ laughed and they  got up, quickly throwing on a pair of jeans.

For a Moment, they considered putting on a t-shirt, but then they figured even their camis were decent enough.

“You look hot.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ commented as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  opened her bedroom door. “Your tanned little belly showing…your ass looks so good in those jeans. Durgesh Papa Jī would certainly enjo very much fucking you.”

“Shut up Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ, you tease…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grabbed her and pulled her mouth to hers, thrusting her tongue deep inside as she cupped her firm little bottom to crush her chest against hers.

Their moans were mixed together.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  peeled herself away from her curvy body, trying to ignore how good she, too, looked in her slim-fitting jeans and tight cami.

“Come on, we’re wanted downstairs.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said.

I was waiting patiently at the dinner table as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  entered the room.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could swear a slight flush colored my handsome face as we settled into our seats.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sat to my right, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ to my left so we were across from each other.

“I’m sorry, dad. We didn’t mean to make you wait.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured.

“I’m sorry, too,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chimed. “Girl talk can make time pass pretty quickly.”

“Understood.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said with a grin, flashing dimples that suddenly made her knees weak.

Damn her, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought silently, giving Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ a withering look.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah never thought this way until she had to yank that door open in her mind.

With a little trepidation, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wondered if it was already cracked open and just needed Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s extra push…

After all, she was her own mind, and was able to just banish whatever thoughts don’t appeal to her…right?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  peeked at me, from the corner of her eye, admiring the broad curve of my shoulders and firmness of my Hindu body, wondering what it would be like to run her hands over her tanned skin and pull her closer as I fucked hard into her…

How could someone look so good in a simple white t-shirt and jeans?

“Earth to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ called.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah snapped to attention, nearly flipping her fork off the table.

“Want some potatoes?” she repeated with exaggerated slowness.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah nodded mutely and took the bowl she was holding out, spooning out a healthy portion before passing it on to me.

Her warm fingers brushed mine, and I winked affectionately as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my black eyes.

‘Oh, damn.’ Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought.

“Dinner looks great.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said quickly.

The servants had prepared fried chicken, mash potatoes, corn, and dinner rolls.

My chef was a master in the kitchen.

“I agree with you, sweetie.” I replied.

The phone rang, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood to answer it.

“I can get it, baby.” I said.

“No, you keep eating. I’ll grab it.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah trotted into the kitchen, picking up the receiver irritably.


“Hi, is Durgesh  there?” a breathy female voice asked.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah frowned, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

What female did she know that would call for me, ‘Durgesh’?

“Can I ask who is calling, please?”

“Ħumayrah Åbbās from work.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cupped her hand over the mouthpiece and called,


I came into the kitchen, my brow furrowed.

“It’s Ħumayrah Åbbās from work.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah told me.

My Hindu  eyes brightened a bit, and a spear of jealousy sank into her stomach as I took the phone from her.

“Hey, Ħumayrah Åbbās…”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah walked back into the dining room, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  looking up as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sat down to resume eating.

“Who was that?”

“Ħumayrah Åbbās.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied sourly.

She giggled.

“Competition? Hmm?”

“Shut up. It’s not like that.”

“Who says?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah glared at her lover. “You know as well as I do it’s not like that.”

“Not yet.” She shot back, and then added smugly, “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I wasn’t the only one watching your cute Musalmān ass walking out of the room.”

“You’re seeing things.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grumbled, feeling a slow burn begin between her smooth excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult thighs.

Allah help her, but Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted me now very much.

Even as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought about me, I came back into the dining room and sat down.

A broad grin was on my face.

“What’re you so happy about?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked, her stomach churning enviously.

“Seems he has a date tomorrow night.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  said, digging into her meal with renewed vigor.

“A date?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  echoed.

“That’s right. Your old man is going out.”

“With some strange girl?”

I chuckled.

“Ħumayrah Åbbās is hardly a stranger, sweetie. We work together.”

“Right.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said lamely.

“What are you two going to do?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ asked.

“I don’t know. What’s a proper first date in this day and age?” I joked.

“Dinner and movie, definitely.”

“Dinner and a movie it is, then.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  didn’t say much the rest of the meal.

I tried to strike up conversation, but Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was too involved in imagining all the things this woman would do to her completely trusting and compassionate Hindu stepfather.

Surely, she wouldn’t give it up on the first date.

More importantly, would her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh; take it if it were offered?

It made Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wonder just how long it had been for me since I had last had sex with Ħumayrah Åbbās…

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah would be a fool to think her Ammī would’ve been the last woman, or even her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ herself even.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah insisted on cleaning up after dinner, telling me to go relax on the living room couch.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah washed dishes and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ dried.

Her mind was occupied with thoughts of her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s over-existent sex life.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wondered how much more room was left there now for other Musalmān Beauties.

“It’s just a date, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ murmured consolingly.

“I know.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed.

“Quit your moping.”

“I’m not moping!”

“Are too.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ twirled her dishtowel warningly, an evil twinkle in her brown eyes.

“Don’t even think about it, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah giggled.

She snapped it across her ass, sending a shock of pain down her thigh.

“You bitch!”

Her best friend shrieked as she dove at her.

She spun around to streak out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grabbed a towel and was hot on her heels.

Their laughter was filling the spacious room as they chased each other around the couch and her baffled Hindu stepfather.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  pushed Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  across my Hindu lap, climbing on top of her to begin her number one weakness: tickling.

“No!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped in between breathless fits of laughter. “Stop it! Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ !”

“Come on, help me!” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ cried to her grinning Hindu stepfather.

I joined her in the tickling torture, centering on her belly while Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ worked on her knees.

The two went on tickling her for a good five minutes, until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely breathe and was begging for relief.

My warm Hindu hand had slid underneath her shirt to get better access to her bare tummy, just barely brushing the bottoms of her breasts and causing shivers of pleasure to spiral through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Please, stop!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  begged. From outside, a car horn honked loudly, signaling that Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, had arrived to pick her up.

“I have to split,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ grinned. “See you later, guys.”

“Bye, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah called.

She grabbed her things and glanced back at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  knowingly, giving her a little wave as she closed the front door behind her.

“Allah, she’s crazy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled, looking up at me.

I smiled back, my hand running in lazy circles over her flat belly almost absently.

Our eyes met, and I smiled.

I looked down at my hand.

At the small of her back, my Uncut Hindu Lund dug into her like a steel pipe and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah arched slightly as to not hurt me.

“I – Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, should get to bed.” I said.

“No, Daddy,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, realizing Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hadn’t called me that since Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was ten. “Please don’t stop.”

My grave, confident , Hindu  eyes were clouded with ashvinātam lust; that was plain as day to her.

Was Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ right?

Did I want her, too?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had to know.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah set her hand atop me, moving it lower down my belly to just above the waistband of my jeans, staring into my eyes to gauge my reaction.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ached for release, throbbing nearly painfully as the rough texture of my skin slid over the suddenly thrumming nerve endings of her stomach.

Her breathing was fast and shallow as I watched the journey of her hand, like Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was an observer of someone else’s hand and not her own.

“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…” I said huskily, my voice trembling. “Sweet Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…this isn’t right…”

She put her index finger over my lips.

“Touch me,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured. “I need you to touch me.”

I pulled her hand away, waiting anxiously as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stayed perfectly still for a Moment before continuing downward, her fingertips slipping underneath the top of my jeans.

Her body trembled, her nipples hardening to firm little points as she nudged farther down the front of my jeans.

The sexual tension was so thick between us; Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely breathe.

We were on the verge on something that would change us forever, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah found herself urgently wishing for it.

Our gazes locked, her fingers stopped just above the top of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  begged me silently with her blue eyes to let her continue.

We both jumped like naughty children with our hands caught in the cookie jar as my pager suddenly went off, chirping noisily.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sagged in disappointment as she pulled her warm hand away to let me check the number.

The fragile Moment had been shattered.

“It’s work.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed. “They probably need extra help.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood as I did. “I’m heading to bed.”

“All right, sweetie. Good night.” I gently kissed her forehead, looking more than a little agitated as I tried valiantly to cover my bulge.

Well, she had virtually grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund.

What could I do?

I wasn’t impotent enough not to respond to her such an express sexual advance to me.

Moreover, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was still as excited as she was incapable even avoiding her eyes.

“Good night, Daddy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah heard the front door open and close as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah headed upstairs to her bedroom.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried desperately to fight her feelings of frustration.

It wasn’t my fault work called, and it would be selfish of her to be angry when my job was to help Musalmān Beauties .

But what would’ve happened if my pager hadn’t gone off?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  undressed and slipped nude into her bed, closing her eyes.

Tomorrow was another day.

It was around two in the morning according to her bedside clock when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah awoke suddenly, her head pounding.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cringed and sat up, wondering where the hell the headache had come from as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah threw her legs over the side of her bed.

The closest bathroom was the one attached to my room, and the floor seemed to simmer underneath her feet as she unsteadily made her way to my bedroom.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hardly noticed her nudity at this point.

Her head was pounding so badly.

But it didn’t matter much anyway because her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, hadn’t returned home yet.

She popped a couple aspirin from my medicine cabinet and sat down on my bed to temporarily relieve the pounding in her head.

Her eyelids wavered wearily, and telling herself it was just for a second, laid back on my bed, letting my Hindu smell surround and comfort her Musalmān nudity.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was asleep again before the thought to go back to her own bedroom even occurred to her.

She had completely forgotten that she was not a child anymore.

She was an adult extremely beautiful young Musalmān woman now, sleeping absolutely naked on my bed.

A little shiver running through the length of her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult body prompted Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  to sleepily open her eyes.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah strained to see around her in the blackness.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sucked in her breath, realizing the source of her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult body’s reaction as a slice of moonlight fell across the bed.

She lay on her back; her right knee bent and folded in, her left leg flung out to the side.

I was sitting next to her.

My grave eyes were slowly running over her slim, naked figure.

My hot fingertips trailed down the slope of her belly, over her hip, and swept tantalizing inches from her shaven Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I did it very lightly, as to not wake her.

Every time I looked up, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  quickly shut her eyes so I wouldn’t know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was awake.

My actions were almost too much to take.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was painfully aroused within seconds.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing and I longed to clamp her smooth excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult thighs around my strong hand until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah came.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew I would stop as soon as I even had an idea Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah might be aware of what I was doing.

She didn’t want to stop me.

so Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah remained still and passive to my exploration.

However, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot did not…

Her arousal trickled down between her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks, the musky smell pervading around us.

Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as I bent down.

My nose was inches from her throat, deeply inhaling her scent.

I continued downwards, my warm breath brushing over her nipples, quickly hardening them.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fought to control her excitement as I extended the tip of my fingers  to her right nipple, just barely touching it, and then sending a sizzling cascade of pleasure straight to her toes as I fully squeezed  the distended Musalmān flesh.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah swallowed her gasp and bit down on her tongue so hard it brought tears up behind her closed eyes as she left a feather-light kiss on her navel.

I was touching Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Was she dreaming?

Was all of this real?

Was she really so lucky?

Opening her eyes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed in tense wonder when my fingers crept unto her thigh, making little circles, as if amazed by the texture and softness.

The digits slipped to the inside of her thigh, agonizingly close to her heated, dripping center and stopped.

I glanced up.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah closed her eyes quickly.

I focused again on her hairless sex, biting my full bottom lip as if trying to make the hardest decision of my life.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  God, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted my mouth buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!

‘Please, Daddy,’ Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  begged silently to feel my Uncut Hindu Lund  thrusting up inside her… fucking her…relishing the juice I had aroused in her!

My Uncut Hindu Lund  brushed across her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hole, making her insides jump as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stuck it in my groin.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…” I murmured so softly Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had to strain to hear me. “What am I doing? You shouldn’t have slept here naked. You temptress. Om shanno Mitrah sham Varuñah shanno bhavatvaryamā. ”

With that, I hurriedly stood and strode out of the room, closing the door behind me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smacked the bed with clenched fists, aching to follow me and get what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah so desperately wanted, but unable to summon the courage to do.

For all Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew, if Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was straightforward and went after me, I would look at her in disgust and hate her forever.

She loved me too much to risk that.

So Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stayed awake awhile waiting for me to return, but after an hour, ten-pound weights of sleepiness settled on her eyelids and she drifted off.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah woke up the next day around noon in a foul mood.

I hadn’t returned to my bed, and the past evenings events left Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  extremely horny.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stomped out of my room and into the bathroom, slamming the door hard behind her.

The warm water was flowing over her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult body did little to appease her tight muscles, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah all but cracked the glass in the shower door as she opened and closed it when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah finished.

Brushing through her wet hair and applying make-up, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went back into her bedroom and slipped on a pair of her silkiest red panties, a pair of white denim cutoffs that were hardly modest, and a snug-fitting powder blue tank top that accentuated her nice tits.

With a quick glance at her clock, she picked up the phone and dialed Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s number, knowing that like her, she had the day off from work.

“Hello?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chirped in greeting.

“Afternoon, sunshine.”

“Hey, baby! How was last night?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed.

“Can I come over? We’ll talk about it.”


“Is that Hindu scoundrel home who never understands what a nude young Musalmān lady needs when she is waiting for him on his bed absolutely naked?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked furiously.


“Is Durgesh home, you stupid?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah barked.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ replied smiling empathetically. “And before you even have to ask, no, my brother is not.”

“Good. I’ll be over in a few.”

“‘K.” She blew a kiss and hung up.

Feeling a little better, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah swept down the stairs and into the living room, rolling her eyes as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighted I sprawled out on the couch.

She jotted a note and set it on the coffee table.

Quietly closing the front door behind her, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went out to her car.

The hot, humid air clung to her skin.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah turned the air-conditioner on full blast as she pulled out of her driveway and drove the few miles to her best friend’s house.

“Hey!” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ came out unto the porch, grinning widely as she pulled in to her driveway.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah got out of her car and admired her slim form, clothed in a short tennis skirt and red halter-top.

“Dressed to kill, I see?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said knowingly, watching her blush as she joined her on the porch.

“I could say the same about you.” She teased. “Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, you look hot.”

With that, she grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, locking her warm, sweet-tasting mouth on hers.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried to pull away, thinking anyone including me could see them, but Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  held her tight and explored the inside of her mouth with her soft tongue.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, finally pulling back. “You taste good.”

“Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …our dad…”

She shrugged. “So?”

“You little slut.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah admonished. “I can imagine what our dad would think of me if he saw this.”

“Saw what?” asked I, as I emerged from the house, dressed in my infamous pair of jeans.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t help but skim her eyes over my toned chest, flushing when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my Hindu  eyes. “Hey, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. Saw what?”

“Hey…nothing.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said casually.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ walked ahead of me and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah followed, brushing close to me as she passed.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled to herself, feeling my hot gaze on her absolutely outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult ass as I fell into step behind her.

“We’ll be upstairs.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ called, taking her hand and dragging her upstairs to her bedroom.

She closed her door firmly behind her and jumped unto the bed beside her.

Her brown eyes were bright with curiosity.

“So…tell me!”

“Tell you what?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grinned nonchalantly.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  smacked her bare thigh.

“Quit it. What happened after I left last night?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah filled her in on the details, watching her eyes widen in surprise when she described my exploration while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was ‘asleep’.

“I told you.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  said matter-of-factly.

“Honestly, at this point, it’s more frustrating than anything.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied.

“Of course. You haven’t gotten what you wanted yet. Now you want a little satisfaction…right?”

How did she know her so well, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought with a glance at her best friend. “Will you share, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ?”

“As in, ‘will you pass up the opportunity to watch your hot best friend getting fucked by your Hindu stepfather?’ I think not.” She chuckled.

“How do you know I will go for it?”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ flushed prettily.

“Let’s just say it came up last night.”

“What do you mean?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked.

“Dad came into my room after I came home last night, and he started out just asking about what I did at your house. So I’m telling him, and he’s getting this huge hard-on…I started rubbing it, and don’t be mad, but I told him we’re bi. I’m telling you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, Durgesh Papa Jī   got so hard he just about ripped his boxers in half! Soon he was fucking me so hard my teeth are chattering, and I’m talking about what it would be like for the three of us to fuck and suck each other. I especially liked it when he told me how I’d like to see him fuck your tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…and you know you would like that, too.”

Of course, she was right about that.

It was funny how it didn’t seem to faze me to hear Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  talk about my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, like I was just any guy; wasn’t it just the night before her best friend dumped it in her lap she was fucking her own Hindu stepfather?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shifted restlessly, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot still maddeningly horny from the previous night’s events.

“Who am I to deny you anything?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said sweetly.

She smiled brilliantly.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you so much. Come on…I’m sure he’s downstairs watching TV. My brother is due back in like an hour and a half.”

We exited her bedroom and headed downstairs.

It came to her mind that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah should ask her what the plan was, but as they  circled the couch where I was sitting, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  had something planned.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah suddenly began to wonder if Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah should let her do whatever she wanted…

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ flicked the TV off and told her to stand directly in the front of Durgesh.

I wore a confused look as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  sat down next to me.

“What are you girls up to?” I asked curiously.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled at me nervously, her mind racing.

What the hell was she planning?

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ slipped her hand into my lap, her clever little palm cupping over my Uncut Hindu Lund and squeezing lightly.

I gasped and looked at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  quickly, as if gauging her reaction.

Her hazel eyes were glazing over with lust.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot reacted fast, starting a fire as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched her lover fondle and rub my Uncut Hindu Lund through my jeans.

“Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …” I groaned. “Baby…”

“Mmmm, what should I take off first, Daddy?”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she opened her mouth to object, and then thought better of it.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ would pay for her little games later.

I looked up at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, a smile on my full, sexy mouth, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled back to let me know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was into the game, feeling my heated gaze slide over her slim, curvy body.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ unbuttoned my jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper, and slid them down as I lifted myself accommodatingly.

I bit my lip when she wrapped her fist around my thick Uncut Hindu Lund, which jutted up towards my toned stomach.

With a wicked little grin, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ began a slow, firm stroke up and down my rock hard length, flicking her pink tongue across my lips. “Tell her what to take off.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  smiled at me.

“Your top, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. Take your top off.” I smiled too. “Let me see those sweet tits.”

“Haven’t you seen them already, and even much more?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah barked, “How dare you rejected me at night when I offered you myself absolutely naked?”

I looked at her benignly,

“You never offered yourself to me, young lady.”

Chapter 8


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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