Ved Nagar: 2Posted: August 2, 2012
We sat in silence again before Bābarah Åālamgīr said.
“I guess you need to decide if it would change, would it be for the better or worse. I think it would be better but I understand why you’re apprehensive. So I will wait. But I am not going to stop trying to entice you!” She said with a grin.
I laughed at her forwardness.
It would give her a triumphant hope and the matter would be postponed at least for now.
I could gain more time for convincing Bābarah Åālamgīr it isn’t right.
“Kiss me on my lips, at least.” Bābarah Åālamgīr requested.
I hadn’t another option.
My refusal to kiss her on her lips would have infuriated her once more.
I kissed her softly on the lips and she spoke again.
“Yes, I know that.” I admitted.
“That was one of my fantasies, to taste your Hindu cum. I’d heard my Ammī praising it whenever you obliged her to suck you. It was every bit as good as I thought it would be. But you never answered my question, can I touch you?”
I sighed, looked into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and took a long time answering.
“Ok, but just a little, if you’re so adamantly curious.” I compromised somewhat.
“Why shouldn’t I be curious even? I’ve never touched anyone before.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr reached out under the water and gently took hold of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“I can’t believe you’re hard again already.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled, winking at me, meaningfully, “Doesn’t it mean you want to make love to me yourself as well? Come on. Let’s fuck.”
“Nonsense. What would you expect? I’m sitting here holding a beautiful naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young woman. Wouldn’t it turn me on? I am not impotent. Of course I’m hard.” I answered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at me and kissed me again softly on the lips,
“Eīshān!” I groaned protesting her aggressiveness.
We sat like that for a while just holding one another with her hand gently sliding over my Uncut Hindu Lund and touching it getting to know every square inch of it, certain that one day before long she would have it inside her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr knew this was a battle she would win ultimately.
But she also knew I was right at least somewhat.
It would change our relationship forever and if she forced the issue, I would relent.
And in the end, she could lose me to my non-consent.
Yet, Bābarah Åālamgīr knew I was excited now.
She could take more benefits from me now.
Should she go ahead and try to fuck me?
My Uncut Hindu Lund was already in her hand.
She was already playing with it.
“Let me kiss it.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“I’ve already tasted your Hindu Vīrý. Haven’t I?”
“Let me get it once more, this time from the original source.”
I looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr gravely.
“You want to suck me?”
“Bābarah, I say you won’t stop once you start it.”
“Okay. I want to fuck you, then.”
“You are fucking all of my friends. They are enjoying it very much. Why can’t I? Only because my Ammī maintained her Live in relationship with you once? Let me too.”
“I’m already sixty two, Bābarah.”
“It doesn’t make any difference to me, but okay. I’d win you. I won’t rape you.”
Reluctantly, Bābarah Åālamgīr released me and said.
“Come on, let’s go find the others.”*
All the three were still naked and completely comfortable with it.
Were they nudists now?
Every one of them, at least almost, wanted me inside them.
They hadn’t any respect at all even for my age.
I had eased up and not bothered to put my suit back on,
‘What the hell,’ I thought, ‘I’ve already banged all of them except Bābarah Åālamgīr and even she’s watched me doing it.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr put their curiosity to rest though.
“Thanks, girls. Durgesh and I had a good talk after you girls left. I guess we needed to do that for a while.”
I walked to the bar, poured them another drink, and offered the others one.
I was making their drinks when Zubaydah Bābar said.
“Durgesh, thanks for … uh…Thanks. It was nice.”
“That goes for me too.” Nishāt Nazli offered.
“Thanks. You’re just saying that to make an old man feel good.” I smiled good naturedly.
“Think so, huh?” Nishāt Nazli retorted, “Just keep pushing it and we’re liable to lay you down and gang rape you.”
“That won’t work,” Zubaydah Bābar interjected, “you can’t rape the willing.”
All the three of them laughed at that.
Then Zubaydah Bābar asked, smiling impishly,
“So does this mean you’re going to service us all the week?”
“I certainly would love it. But I sort of made a commitment to Nasīm Muåāwiyah. Nevertheless, taking care of all of you is my duty too. You are my guests.”
“We’ve already talked to Nasīm Muåāwiyah. She doesn’t mind as long as it doesn’t interfere with her, and as long as we don’t overuse you, so at least once in a while is ok.”
“What about Bābarah Åālamgīr? Isn’t she going to end up with the female equivalent of blue balls if we run around fucking all over the place?” I asked gravely.
“I guess that is really kind of a problem.” Zubaydah Bābar admitted. “We’ll look into that and get back to you. In the meantime, you’re off the hook I guess.”
We talked and teased for a while then decided it was time for bed.
I looked at them.
“You girls should close the door if you don’t want anybody to see.” I told them.
They both giggled.
“Well, we’ll leave it open tonight in case you decide in our favor ultimately, want to come down and join in, you are most welcome.” Nishāt Nazli said with a wink.
“Thanks, but I think Nasīm Muåāwiyah is going to need some attention tonight.” I said gravely, yet even then smiling somewhat.
I sat down on the couch with Nasīm Muåāwiyah and she nestled against me, as the three of us talked.
Bābarah Åālamgīr saw the look on my face and smiled.
Soon my alertness faded as my interest grew.
I was a hypersexual ultimately.
I began to stroke Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s breasts as we sat there.
“Well, it looks you guys are headed for bed. I guess I will too.”
She kissed her on the lips.
The kiss turned into a long and passionate one.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was nearly lost in the eroticism of the scene.
She wanted to make love to me on the couch and she knew if she tried we would, at least at this point, allow her to join us but with the conversation she had earlier with me, she decided to wait more.
She broke the kiss with Nasīm Muåāwiyah and said to her,
“Thanks for the invitation but I think, you two need to be alone tonight.” And as she finished, she bent over and sucked one of Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s nipples into her tremendously attractive awfully stunning enormously cute, incredibly elegant, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.
I watched her attentively, scrutinizing what she really was after now.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah kept smiling.
“The entire Ummat-e-Muslimah has seen Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs working most effectively. I’ve successfully replaced the age long kingdom of Assaåūds with the most required Democracy here. Not even only this, we are progressing immensely too. The last year is its irrefutable evidence.”
“And you think it’s due to Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs?”
“Try to explain it all otherwise.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan invited.
“That’s what I’m trying to do if you only let me.”
“No, you are not doing that.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said firmly, inflexibly, “You are only trying to advance a theory against irrefutable history, irrefutable facts. What I say is indisputable, irrefutable history, irrefutable facts. What you are proposing is only a theory that’s not even scientific. Being the Chief Executive of this Democracy, I can’t waist the people’s money and time in discussing unsupported emotional Pseudo Islamic theories against duly proven facts. If we do that, those emotional theories are infinite.”
“The place to discuss such theories is outside, not this Executive Council. We are sent here to discuss the proven facts, not the theories that have already brought Ummat-e-Muslimah on the second place to the Christians, and now even Hindus are defeating us.”
“Well, I don’t agree with you.”
“Okay, let’s vote.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled tartly.
She glanced at the entire Executive Council.
“Anybody who substantiates the Councilman Imām Muħammad Ħasan, raise his/her hand, please.”
There was suddenly pin drop silence in the Executive Council.
Everyone was tense now intensely.
“I’ll wait complete five minutes to let the honorable Councilwomen and Councilmen to take their decision.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said solemnly.
The pin drop silence continued.
Moreover, it had become grimmer too.*
Bābarah Åālamgīr went down the steps alone.
She was horny.
She immensely needed to fuck me.
Allah, how can she make me fuck her?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had offered her the new print media as well as the electronic one too:
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled forlornly.
“Your story is different.”
“He was never attached to you as a stepfather.”
“How do you know?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was dumbfounded.
“You mean he was attached to you too, as a stepfather?”
“He is attached to his every stepdaughter as a stepfather, you idiot.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr’s eyes widened.
“Allah, you mean―?”
“That’s right.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at Bābarah Åālamgīr, “We, his so called stepdaughters, are hornier than Durgesh even. We never accepted him our stepfather even while he is adamant to maintain the platonic relationship.”
“Allah,” Bābarah Åālamgīr was crestfallen, “I’ll be damned.”
Nishāt Nazli was lying on the bed with her Musalmān legs spread and Zubaydah Bābar had her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face buried in Nishāt Nazli’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Bābarah Åālamgīr sighed disappointed and turned to leave.
But Nishāt Nazli had seen her.
Nishāt Nazli called her name.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr? Come on in. Lay here with us.” She invited.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
She crawled into bed with the other two young Musalmān women.
They went to work on her.
She kissed her friend’s beautiful Musalmān mound and Musalmān slit, gently working her up to an even higher state of readiness before she allowed her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue just barely to break into her tremendously attractive immensely pretty immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān slit and slide up and down.
With each stroke she let it go deeper until she was soon running her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue hard against Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s slit and occasionally over her clit.
Hell, she needed Durgesh inside her very much.
With each pass over her ravenous Musalmān clit, Bābarah Åālamgīr shuddered and pushed herself into Zubaydah Bābar‘s face, until Zubaydah Bābar pushed her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue into Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s hole, and shoved it in and out fucking her with it.
Then when Bābarah Åālamgīr could stand no more, she brought it back out and started to draw circles around her love button, until Bābarah Åālamgīr came in a shuddering orgasm, drenching Zubaydah Bābar‘s face.
They were so unlike her own D cups.
Nishāt Nazli had often told her how lucky she was that she did not have to wear a bra all the time and have these ponderous jugs swinging in front of her.
Nishāt Nazli made love to Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s Musalmān tits, slowly licking them, and swirling around the nipples causing them to rise to their full size, and sucking them in, to give pleasure to Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She began to beg.
“Nishāt Nazli, please sit on my face. I want to eat you. I want your cum in my mouth. Please.”
She crawled up, and straddled Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s face.
Bābarah Åālamgīr lapped up the flow of cum greedily.
Then the three of them cuddled up together and hugged enjoying the afterglow.
Nishāt Nazli broke the silence.
Zubaydah Bābar followed her.
“Yeah, thanks. It was incredible to feel that Hindu monster in me. I have been so horny for Uncut Hindu Cock lately and Durgesh does look so good. I never thought I would want an older guy like that but I can see there are advantages to it. For one they know what to do with what they got and Durgesh seemed as interested in us getting off as I did in cumming myself.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed a bit.
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