Ved Nagar: 9Posted: August 16, 2012
The Greatest Mastermind
I dug my hands into the couch as I pulled out and plunged back in, my fingers using her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips as leverage to fuck into her.
I picked up the pace, our skin slapping together her arousal juices coating my thick Uncut Hindu Prick and leaking down the backs of her thighs.
“Harder,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “Oh please, harder! Make me cum…”
I gasped and began to pound into her, my balls hitting her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit with the force of my Hindu fuck thrusts.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tightened her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān vaginal muscles around my Hindu member, drawing another heated moan from me as I grew inside her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.
I fucked her whole night in different positions she requested.
“I’m going to cum!” I cried ultimately. “I’m going to cum inside you baby…”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t take it.
I too pumped hard into her and began to shoot my hot, creamy Hindu cum deepest into her clenching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, filling her up with stream after stream of the Hindu liquid that created the infinite creations.
Afterwards I collapsed on top of her and we lay there for a while, letting our breathing settle.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.
“You’re smooshing me.”
I suggested a shower and she nodded, smiling.
“Go ahead sweetie; I’ll take one after you.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grinned.
“No, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! you take one with me.”
Flushing lightly, I took her offered hand and we headed upstairs.
I let the water run until it was nice and warm, turning to catch my eyes running appreciatively over her firm Musalmān ass.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was already half-hard again.
I bit back her laugh and stepped into the shower, closing the door behind us when I joined her.
“Mmmm,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured as the water cascaded over our bodies. “Feels good.”
I stepped up behind her and pulled her slippery body against my hardened Hindu member pushing between her thighs and rubbing tantalizingly over her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah moaned softly and reached down, gently running her fingers over the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund as I thrust back and forth.
My warm hands enclosed around her wet breasts, lightly pinching her nipples into hardness and flicking over them teasingly.
“We’re not going to get anything done…” I began but her words were cut off as I took hold of her right thigh and hiked it up, sliding my hot, pulsing Uncut Hindu Shaft into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot.
“Ahhh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of you,” I gasped into her ear. “Fucking your tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt …I wanted you for so long, baby.”
“Yes, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried, reaching back and wrapping her arms around my neck.
I still couldn’t quite believe Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was having sex with me.
I pumped in and out of her until she was gasping for release, my fingers rubbing her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit in fast, firm circles.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah came again for the third time that night, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot muscles squeezing around my Hindu member, milking me for more of my Hindu seed.
As our breathing slowed, I lowered her lifted leg to the shower floor, my Uncut Hindu Penis slowing slipping out.
I sighed in contentment and set to her original plan, grabbing some liquid soap and squirting a good amount on a loofah.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah turned to face me and began to soap me up, taking her time over my toned chest and stomach.
I pushed back a few strands of wet hair from her cheek, my knuckle tracing along her jawline as she smiled at me.
“That’s different.” she smiled and stood, handing me the loofah.
I gave her an irresistible, dimpled grin and began running it up and down her arms in small, light circles.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, you’re beautiful.” I murmured, smoothing it over one upturned breast and then the other, teasing her pink nipples into hardness.
“What about you?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked. “How many women have you been with since… Ammījān?”
“Just one,” I replied with a smile. “Her daughter. Eīshān, that sounds terrible…”
She silenced me with her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth over mine, slipping her tongue inside to taste me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was glad.
Her soapy breasts pressed against my chest, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt the familiar tingle of lust shoot through her moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot as I wrapped my strong arms around her waist and pulled her tightly to my warm, wet body.
We nuzzled against each other, enjoying the sensation of our wet skin rubbing together.
“I’m turning into a prune.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah giggled, letting go to glance at her fingers.
We finished up in the shower and got out, laughing like teenagers as we dried each other off.
Only a few days ago Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was frustrated and unhappy; now Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wondered how she ever could’ve been unhappy just having me, the ever sexiest Hindu male around.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah followed me into my bedroom and nabbed another one of my work shirts, briefly leaving her to slide on a pair of black bikini panties and meeting me at the top of the staircase.
“There’s just something about a girl when she wears a man’s shirt,” I said appreciatively, my eyes sweeping over her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body.
She sucked in her breath, as I looked her over clothed in a pair of navy blue pajama bottoms that sat low on her big hips and wondered how anyone could look so good in a pair of pajamas.
We headed downstairs and popped in a movie settling comfortably on the couch together.
When Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt my arms slip around her waist and pull me close to me, a million different thoughts went through her head: how safe and secure Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt, how Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had ached for this again since she was young, and how much she didn’t want it to end.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tilted her head backwards to look at me and smiled.
“I love you.”
I smiled back and hugged her a little tighter.
“I love you too, baby.”
Even though we had found our new relationship, we decided it would be best to remain in separate beds for the time being.
And beside it, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah needed time to mull over the things that were said and done.
On one hand, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was ecstatically happy that we had taken this step; on the other hand, things were different, and there was no turning back.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was positive about that.
I was already at the kitchen table, newspaper in hand, when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah made her way downstairs the next morning.
I looked up, a sleepy smile on my face.
“‘Morning, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah .”
“Hi, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she said with a yawn. “I’m going to call in to work today.”
She started a pot of coffee and poured herself a glass of orange juice, leaning against the kitchen sink as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried to fully rouse herself.
It took her a moment to realize I was eyeing her from behind my paper in her white shirt and panties, which I didn’t give much thought to as I lugged myself out of bed this morning.
“Really? Not feeling well?”
“Just a lazy day. Want some coffee?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked, setting down her glass.
I pretended to just look up from the paper.
“Sure, baby. Thank you.” she poured a cup and handed it to me black, the way I liked it.
I was already in my work uniform, and her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body came alive as her eyes rested on the small patch of skin showing at my throat.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah glanced up at the clock.
I had twenty minutes before my partner came to pick me up.
I blinked in surprise as she snatched the paper away from me, tossing it carelessly behind me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah threw her leg over me and eased into my lap, setting her moistening Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot directly over my Hindu crotch, which was already semi-hard from my previous observation of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah .
She bent her head to gently suckle on my neck, slipping her tongue to the hollow of my throat as my warm hands cupped her firm young Musalmān ass.
“Ohhh, sweetie…” I groaned as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot into my hardening Uncut Hindu Lund. “I – Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, have to go to work…Shaun will be here soon…”
“Do you want me?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, slipping a hand down between us to pull her panties to the side.
I moaned and pulled her cami down, letting her breasts pop free to pinch a pink nipple.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah made quick work of my uniform pants and boxers, managing to pull my thick, rigid Uncut Hindu Lund free of both and running her fingertips over the mushroom-shaped head.
“Tell me what you want, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured.
My hands instinctively tried to push her down unto my hard Uncut Hindu Shaft, but she stood firm.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I want you, baby. I want to push my Uncut Hindu Lund into your tight, warm Musalmān body.” I moaned hotly. “Eīshān, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, what are you doing to me?”
I groaned low in my throat, as she began to fuck up and down my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She was in frenzied lust.
“Ahhh yes, baby, fuck me…fuck me…” I gasped.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah moaned as I stood to push her unto her back on top of the sturdy wooden table, spreading her thighs wide apart to watch my Uncut Hindu Lund, wet with her juices, slip in and out of her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
My hands gripped the backs of her knees as I fucked Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, thrusting so hard and deep inside her.
The table began to move.
“Yesss…Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!…give me your Uncut Hindu Lund!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried hotly. “Fuck me… Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh god…I’m going to cum…I’m cummmming!” Her orgasm exploded over me, washing me with waves of pleasure, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina contracting tight around my throbbing Hindu member.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …I’m going to cum too…” I groaned, my fingers digging so hard into her skin I left marks.
“I want to taste you,” she said.
I nodded and thrust once more before pulling out, backing up to let her kneel in front of me.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ohhh God, yes baby…yesss…” I moaned.
“You taste good.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured with a grin as I stood and we straightened our clothing.
I flushed lightly, smiling as a soft knock sounded at the front door.
“You didn’t even get to finish your coffee.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah teased.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had something much more fulfilling,” I said softly, kissing her forehead. “Have a good day, sweetie.”
“You too, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah followed along into the living room and rubbed her upper arms as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched me stride to the front door, turning to give me an affectionate wink before exiting and closing the door behind me.
I stood there for a moment until a huge smile came over her face.
It was still pretty early in the morning, but Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew she would have to get up to get ready for work.
“Yeah?” she said grouchily, gruffly, picking up after the seventh ring.
“‘Morning, sunshine!” she sang winking at her suggestively, flopping down on my bed. “How’s my girl, my love, my life?”
“Mmmfummph.” She muttered.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah chuckled, picturing her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth buried in her pillow.
“Call in to work, baby. I want you to come over to my place.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said.
“Please, do it for me?”
“Sure, honey. I’ll be over in an hour or so.” She blew a quick kiss and hung up.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah made a quick call to work to let them know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wasn’t coming in, hopped off her bed and went into the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replayed the previous night’s events in her head.
Not so long ago, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah and I were having sex in this exact spot.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fought the familiar tingle of lust and finished up, rushing through the rest of the morning’s toiletries.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah chose to wear a pair of pale pink bikini panties, short denim shorts and a white midriff t-shirt, all which set off her tanned skin, big breasts, and long legs.
Before Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah headed downstairs, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah clipped on a silver anklet and lightly sprayed on some perfume, grinning when she saw Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ‘s black Eclipse pull up in the driveway.
“Anyone home?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ called out as she came in and closed the door behind her.
Her lover looked hot as usual in a short, pale blue sundress that barely reached mid-thigh, showing enough Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cleavage to give even a traditional Hindu saint a hard-on.
Her tan legs made her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth water.
“Allah, God, what has gotten into you?” She asked, pulling back to look into her blue eyes with her probing brown ones.
Her jaw dropped and she tugged Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah to the couch, speaking after they had settled down Indian-style facing each other.
“You did it, didn’t you? You slept with Durgesh, the greatest!”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah paused naughtily.
She grabbed her upper thighs and squeezed, sending Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah into a fit of giggles.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wiggled away, resettling Indian-style and letting her eyes wander under her sundress.
Well, let Durgesh fuck us?
To speak the truth for a change, no man fucks any woman ever.
It’s actually the quite opposite.
The foolish mankind thinks he is fucking the womankind.
It’s always actually the womankind that fucks her man.
It’s always strategic, always tactical that she always let the poor mankind think he is fucking her.
Durgesh was unique in sex, sexual activities and sexual prowess.
Durgesh was never tired of sex.
Even the age factor failed completely.
Durgesh was sixty-three now.
Yet he never looked his age.
Everyone thought he was thirty-three only.
And he really lived the life of an ever-young man.
She masterminded her entire incredible seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, successfully.
Durgesh never masterminded it.
It was actually Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s eighth, and actually first, movement, no one realized ever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan deliberately, yet not expressly, never, started her well thought, well planned, well masterminded, ever clandestine, campaign thus.
So that it might won’t die out prematurely without producing the wanted results.
It could had been opposed by entire traditional moralists and humanists as well.
Couldn’t it had been?
It was the only practical way for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to go ahead with her spectacular dreams.
She was already there living with all of them.
She could easily make them crazy to make love to Durgesh.
No, Durgesh would never do it, until and unless he isn’t compelled to.
She masterminded it successfully even while Durgesh resisted it nonstop.
Yet Durgesh had no way except to surrender always ultimately.
That was the beauty of the scheme.
Congratulations Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the greatest.
They say Durgesh is greatest.
Well, not if Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the actual greatest one, hasn’t masterminded it all.*
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was instantly hot and wet, throbbing along with her heartbeat as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried to tear her eyes away from Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s hairless sex.
“You like that?” She murmured, catching her gaze and spreading her slim thighs a little wider.
“I barely let Durgesh leave the house this morning when he showed me.”
“No, my brother had just gotten up. Left Durgesh with a big hard-on though…” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ trailed off, giving Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah a smug little smile. “Come on, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, tell me about last night!”
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