The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-9

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

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Chapter 9

Durgesh Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī

The article was due the next day for the science magazine.

Science was a topic Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī hated in high school and she hated it even more that night.

It was on the mating habits of some kind of mammal, a cheetah or something, anything to pay rent this month.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī’s roommates, Durgesh and her husband  Muħammad Iqbāl, laughed at this.

The three of us were being zillionaire artists together.

I was a Barrister and Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl a Politician.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī could hear us talking with each other while she tried to write.

She eventually grunted and came to our room for an excuse to procrastinate.

She stood in the doorway for a moment and watched the familiar scene.

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl with his violin under arm, and using the bow like a sword as he thrashed it in my general direction.

My black hair still at my sixty three, spiked at various angles as I pointed at her husband Muħammad Iqbāl with a brush.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī smiled to herself, half listening to us.

We looked more like a couple of male models than anything else, still at our early sixties.

Arm, leg, and ab muscles finely tuned on both sides.

I wasn’t good at keeping my towel on after a shower and her husband Muħammad Iqbāl couldn’t figure out how to lock the bathroom door; so there had been several interesting accidents.

Her smile turned to a grin.

Even living with us for almost two years she didn’t know much about us.

There was the time I came out of the bathroom with my face all flushed and her husband Muħammad Iqbāl coming out soon after not looking into anyone’s eyes.

“Let’s ask Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī what she thinks!” I smiled then turned to her.

“What?” She hadn’t actually wanted to be part of our debate today; she just wanted a break.

“He still owes me 10 dollars from when he threw up on my shirt.” Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl slashed his bow at me.

“I was sick and besides he owes me $12.73 for that stuff he puts on that stupid bow. So he owes me 2.73.”

“This is what you’re arguing about? Just call it even and get over it.”

“But–”

She didn’t wait for my excuse.

“I’ve got an article to write by tomorrow to pay for the rent; which neither of you has paid any of in the last three months. So I don’t care what you just fucking shut up!” With that she stomped out of the room and back to her computer.

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl and I were quiet for a moment.

We shuffled our feet a lot, and then finally went over to Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī.

She was still annoyed.

She wouldn’t look at us at first.

“We’re sorry Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī.” I said it first.”Yeah we’re sorry. We know ya took that crappie job just for the rent.”

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī grunted at us and continued to stare at the screen.

I started rubbing her shoulders quietly.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī stopped typing and leaned back.

I was too good at that for her to stay angry.

“Maybe if you relax you can get the article done.” Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl took up the occupation and began massaging her feet and caves as he kneeled himself on the floor.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī sighed and stretched out her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body.

Slowly she found her hand curling around my back under my shirt.

She could feel me twitch slightly as she touched my side.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī looked down at her husband Muħammad Iqbāl.

He’d worked his way up to the back of her knees, her legs twitched slightly.

Slowly she realized I was getting closer and closer to massaging her breast, but was managing to stay just out of reach.

She was enjoying this attention from her Hindu boyfriend and her Musalmān husband a little too much, but she didn’t care.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī slipped her fingertips into my pants.

I felt her hands on the flesh of the beginning of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I looked down at her, not sure exactly how to take it, with her husband also present there.

“Um?” Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī only grinned and said, “Go ahead if you’d like.”

At this her husband Muħammad Iqbāl ripped his attention from what was now Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī’s thigh.

The men looked at each other much undecided.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock to make her meaning clear.

She soon felt her shirt swiftly removed and her husband Muħammad Iqbāl struggling with her jeans.

I bent over and kissed between her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts.

I kissed at every inch of skin I could reach.

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl finally slipped her jeans off and was sucking and gently biting on Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī’s panties.

She moaned from the stereo pleasure.

She left one hand slightly pressing on my Uncut Hindu Cock  and brought the other down to pull her husband Muħammad Iqbāl further on to her.

Between Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl’s mouth and mine, in addition to four roaming hands on her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī was ready for more, but the chair was becoming limiting.

Slowly she removed her hand from me and the other from her husband Muħammad Iqbāl and stood up.

She grinned at our faces, it was priceless.

Something like a pair of ten-year-old boys who had an entire bowel of ice cream set before us then taken away.

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl licked Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī’s juices from his lips and I simply stood with my chest heaving.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī pulled us both to her by the waists of our pants.

We immediately began again, but she stopped us.

She then pulled the two creative and lusty minds towards her bedroom; the zillionaire playing place in the apartment, and the only one with a king sized bed.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī had her two shirtless handsome men in her room, both throbbing for her, and she knew it.

She was all ready down to a bra and panties and decided it was our turn to strip.

She started on her husband Muħammad Iqbāl’s pants first.

Unbuttoning and unzipping it slowly.

I stood behind her, my hands underneath her bra, rolling her nipples in my fingers.

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl stared over her shoulder as Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī freed my Uncut Hindu Cock from my pants.

She could feel how excited I was with my steal rod of an Uncut Hindu Dick in her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hands.

She was slowly aware that her husband Muħammad Iqbāl had removed her bra and was working his mouth toward her large tits.

She felt him remove his clothing behind her, and the last bit of cloth on her own body.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī felt my long burning Uncut Hindu Cock just waiting for her pressed against her extremely beautiful firm round excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl was soon on his knees again his face buried in her Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pussy, sucking her clit and tongue-fucking deep inside her.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī felt my Uncut Hindu Rod twitch as I kept her from falling and watched one friend eat out another.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī simply moaned loudly and grinded her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt into Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl’s bearded Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān face.

Just as she felt herself ready to fill the room with a lustful yell both ends let go of her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

She made a sort of whine.

“Don’t stop.”

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl rose from the floor and sucked her juices off his bottom lip.

“You didn’t finish.” Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī pouted and slammed her back into me.

I moaned and bit into her neck.

“Oh, I will.” Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl walked towards the bed.

“But it would be better if you didn’t have to worry about falling.”

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī grinned at this consideration and my wonderful teeth on her shoulder.

My hand was cupping her breast again.

The other had drifted between her legs.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī was not capable of movement beyond a slight pulsating through out her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl lay on the bed face up.

I slowly inched her over and sat her boiling extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy onto Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl’s waiting tongue.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī moaned loudly and leaned down, forcing her husband Muħammad Iqbāl’s wriggling tongue deeper into her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Her hand soon found my iron Uncut Hindu Cock to the rhythm of Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī’s grinding into her husband Muħammad Iqbāl’s face.

Her eyes were closed and her neck arched as she rid her husband Muħammad Iqbāl’s face.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī felt her husband Muħammad Iqbāl vibrate beneath her, causing her to scream out her orgasm.

She opened her eyes and nearly came at the sight of it.

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl was nibbling and licking at the base of my Uncut Hindu Rod.

My body shook again and she went with it.

Muħammad Iqbāl occasionally looked up from his meal to give Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī an erotic grin.

She leaned down lower through her orgasms to try and reach my raging Uncut Hindu Cock.

She held the swelled head to her as she continued her attention to the base of my shaft.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī could only reach enough to give my tip a good suck.

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl roared into her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and she gave out another yell.

But I was still left waiting.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī rolled off her husband Muħammad Iqbāl and lay next to him as he panted.

I still sat at the end of the bed, watching.

She let one hand flop down onto her husband Muħammad Iqbāl’s chest and the other next to my inner thigh.

Without notice Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī moved up my body and kissed me deep on the lips.

I kissed back.

I lifted myself back up.

“You taste delicious Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī.”

She smiled and wriggled her fingers on my thigh.

I then bent over her and began lightly kissing at her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts.

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl slid away to give more room.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī smiled calmly and pulled me down by my neck.

I soon swung around her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body so my unused Uncut Hindu Cock lay between her legs.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled my body closer.

I obliged and slid the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock just inside her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī moaned quietly.

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl had the best view imaginable.

He could see my unique legendary wonderful Uncut Hindu Penis slowly enter by watching between his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife’s legs.

My Uncut Hindu Cock went deeper, at an excruciatingly slow rate.

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl could see Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī biting her lip and clawing at my back.

Slowly but surely my entire Hindu shaft made it into Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī’s boiling extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

I pumped her slowly at first letting the momentum build.

Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl watched his Hindu friend Durgesh fuck his Musalmān wife Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī faster.

Waħīdah Ůsmān Siddīqī was soon screaming with Her husband Muħammad Iqbāl and I not far behind.

We all fell asleep together.

Chapter 10

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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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