Ved Nagar: 13Posted: September 11, 2012
I felt the supple flesh of her big Musalmān breasts squash against the side of my Hindu chest.
They felt full and heavy, much different from those of the Musalmān Beauties I’d enjoyed so far.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn grazed her hand across my cheek.
“My precious baby’s husband …such a strength to me.”
“Anything you need, Ammījān,” I answered, giving her arm an assuring rub, not as I was her son in law, as if I was her own husband instead.
I knew she loved my such a behavior very much.
Her own behavior with me was itself as if I wasn’t her twenty eight years old daughter’s husband, her own husband instead.
I always felt erection whenever she was with me and I’ve felt her wetness too, on the pretext that my Uncut Hindu Lund accidentally touched her ravenous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
It was a different matter she rubbed her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot herself on my Uncut Hindu Lund whenever such an incident occurred.
I felt she deliberately managed such occurrences too much frequently.
Even then neither she had fucked me till now, nor I had fucked her.
Yet it was written in our body language expressly, entirely shamelessly, that we both wanted to fuck each other till our very existence.
None of us was ashamed of it.
We proudly flirted with each other.
Shamsah-salahuddin squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund deliberately every now and then.
I also hugged her, kissed her on her beautiful lips squeezed her breasts and buttocks whenever we were teasing each other.
Once she winked at me boldly.
“Hey, Hindu scoundrel, control yourself. I’m satisfied with my Musalmān husband.You can’t fuck me, understand?”
I laughed sarcastically,
“Sālī, you yourself want to fuck me. Why the hell otherwise you squeeze my Uncut Hindu Lund every now and then seductively?”
“Not seductively my boy, not seductively.” she laughed too winking at me smartly, “Playfully, teasingly. They say you are ultramodern. What the else you expect from an ultramodern mother in law, sister in law etcetera? How the hell otherwise we entertain you as your in laws?”
“Fuck me.” I winked at her.
She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund in such a manner that I couldn’t help but scream.
I entered my right palm in her panties between her legs.
She stood still.
I put it on her bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
She smiled at me teasingly.
“Very much.” I smiled lewdly yet still sophisticatedly,”Show it to me.”
“This is not for you.” she said teasingly, “I’ve given you my daughter for it.”
“I want the daughter’s Ammī as well.”
“Noway, my dear scoundrel Hindu son in law. I know you are fucking your most of the female in laws, but not me.”
“I’m equivalent to your own Ammī, idiot.”
My palm was still on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
We both were enjoying it very much.
The Sālī was an expert Cock-teaser, I knew now it very well.
She would let me fuck her ultimately, but not now.
And I was so excited that I wanted to fuck her immediately.
In the meantime, Shamsah Salāħuddīn had also brought my Uncut Hindu Lund out and now she was also playing with it, playfully, teasing me more and more.
I started to undress her.
It was not the bedroom.
I expected her protest.
It was her Rose Garden.
There were too many females too that were her intimate friends.
I had already fucked so many of them.
It was her deliberate policy to tease me in front of her intimate female friends and when I was too excited to control myself she used to let me fuck her extremely beautiful female friends.
She enjoyed watching me fuck her friends.
But she never let me fuck herself.*
I undressed Shamsah Salāħuddīn entirely.
Well, it wasn’t our first time teasing each other nude.
She let me undress her even before she allowed her daughter to marry me.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn had also undressed me entirely in the meantime.
Her friends were watching us with immense interest.
They knew they would have to let me fuck them ultimately.
Well, they were waiting for the golden opportunity themselves.
Suddenly Shamsah Salāħuddīn kissed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I kissed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot in return.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn suddenly started to lick my Uncut Hindu Lund on its entire length.
My Hindu male lips were as if pasted now on her extremely fragrant Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
She closed her eyes in pleasure.
Well, her Musalmān husband, Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, could also give her this pleasure.
She wanted the unique legendary pleasure from me that only I could provide to my women, no one else.
My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund!
My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund!
Well, she licked my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund for at least one hour completely.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān friends were smiling.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn always managed to give something new to me.
In broad daylight, Shamsah Salāħuddīn is nude with me in her famous Rose Garden openly under open sky.
She has herself undressed me too.
I’m also nude and kissing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Perhaps I didn’t know that it was being captured in movie cameras too.
They didn’t know.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn is very shrewd very mysterious extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lady.
She was herself a daughter of a Senator of Pakistan, a Jāgīrdār, a landlord.
Suddenly she swallowed my Uncut Hindu Lund in her mouth and started sucking it vehemently, passionately.
I enjoyed it very much.
But Shamsah Salāħuddīn enjoyed it more.
It was one of the unique things that only I could provide to her.
She could suck me for hours.
And for hours Shamsah Salāħuddīn really sucked me.
She couldn’t stop herself.
Yet she wasn’t ashamed of her even the slightest.
His absolutely incompetent Musalmān husband, Salāuddīn Ayyūbī,could never give her this pleasure.
His cut Musalmān nūnī was never capable to be sucked for hours.
It was not more than two inches long moreover.
Sucking my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund for hours,had its own unique sexual pleasure.
I was kissing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot still now.
Suddenly, without any intimation, I pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund from her still greedy mouth and shoved it into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot without any ultimatum.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn couldn’t believe it had happened.
My Uncut legendary Hindu Lund was really inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot entirely.
And it was throbbing inside her stretching her vaginal muscles beyond her imaginations.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn was startled.
She didn’t realize I am fucking her now wildly, aggressively and passionately.
I fucked her nonstop, not for hours, for days instead.
For a complete week Shamsah-salahuddin was as if in trance.
I fucked her in whatsoever manner, in whatsoever position, in whatsoever place I pleased.
Shamsah-salahuddin never resisted me.
Instead, her own body revolted against her.
It responded to my every action more wildly than even mine.
Her body betrayed her.
She was utmost angry to her own body.
It emitted infinite sexual bliss whenever my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot deepest.
Her extremely greedy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was absolutely shameless.
It greeted my Uncut Hindu Lund whenever it penetrated her, and clutched it with entire sexual strength it could muster.
Her gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks always gyrated to greet my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her extremely greedy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
She was very ashamed of her body.
But she couldn’t help it.
I fucked her nonstop for one complete week.*
Every cell of her extremely glamorous still athletic extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body was greeting my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
Her daughter Najmah Salāħuddīn ultimately protested.
“I never knew you were so anxious to fuck my Ammī. Why the hell you Hindus are so incestuous? Enjoying your perfectly faithful
extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān wife’s Ammī even more than your own wife.”
I smiled fucking Shamsah Salāħuddīn.
“It’s not so, Najmah Salāħuddīn.”
“What do you mean? It’s for more than a month now that you are continuously fucking my innocent Ammījān, Shamsah Salāħuddīn, nonstop, either in this position or that. Isn’t it true?”
Shamsah Salāħuddīn pushed back her glorious glamorous Musalmān buttocks into my nude male Hindu lap, swallowing my Uncut Hindu Lund absolutely into her extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot deepest.
“It’s alright, Najmah Salāħuddīn,” Shamsah Salāħuddīn smiled patiently, “More than one month has already passed. He has allowed me only to attend my natural calls and cleaning of my body. Except these occasions Durgesh never stopped fucking me wildly. I have to eat even being fucked by him.”
“I requested you Ammī, not to tease him so every now and then. Now look yourself. How excited Durgesh is for you.”
“It’s alright, baby. Let your Hindu husband fuck me. I want to see when he releases me from his nude ever lusting male Hindu lap. I’ve forgotten now remaining free. I think perhaps I myself can’t live without your Hindu husband’s ever ravenous Uncut Hindu Lund always penetrating my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot . From more than one month, I’m offering my Salwāt even being fucked by Durgesh constantly without any exception.”*
Shamsah Salāħuddīn slid her naked leg up across the top of her Hindu Son in law’s legs, grazing her tiny bare foot up my thigh.
I was excited by the feeling.
Soft smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān skin was rubbing against my own.
“Thank you sweetie. I’m gonna need you a lot I think.”
Two hours later, sunshine peered though the shades.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn lifted her head off her Hindu Son in law’s chest and saw her daughter Najmah Salāħuddīn standing beside the bed, still in her PJ’s.
“Good morning sunshine,” Shamsah Salāħuddīn smiled.
Najmah Salāħuddīn looked at her Hindu Husband and the way her Ammī, Shamsah Salāħuddīn, was nearly sprawled out on top of me.
“Why are you in Durgesh’s bed?”
“Your Hindu husband and I were cuddling somewhat this morning.” Shamsah Salāħuddīn tried to tease her daughter, “Any objection?”
Waking, I was kinda surprised by the way my Ammī in law, Shamsah Salāħuddīn, lying on me.
One of her naked legs was still draped across my midsection and both her big Musalmān tits were now mashed against my Hindu chest.
A few of the top buttons to her blouse had popped open and I could see a huge bulging cleavage straining again the lacy hem of her white bra.
“Fucking hell.” I thought as I felt a surge of blood enter my Uncut Hindu Pecker. “Were the rumors true?”
“Oh, will you come cuddle with me next?” Najmah Salāħuddīn asked, with a cuteness that no Ammī could resist.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn giggled.
“Well I would, but it looks like it’s time for you and your Hindu husband to get ready for the day.”
Najmah Salāħuddīn stomped out of the room in a tiff. “Aww, I hate the day.”
Shamsah Salāħuddīn giggled again, then propped herself up on her elbows, gazing down at me.
“Good morning, my dear son in law,” she said affectionately.
“Guess we fell asleep huh?” I said.
“Yeah, I guess so. Wish we didn’t have to get up though,” she answered, making a cute little pouty face.
My Hindu erection was now at full attention.
Having risen to her elbows, my Ammī in law, Shamsah Salāħuddīn, was exposing a lot more tit-meat.
Huge bulging mounds of soft flesh were spilling over the tops of her bra cups and I found myself gawking into the deep gaping pocket of exposed cleavage, though quite tactfully and sophisticatedly, of course.
“Thank you for letting me snuggle. I sooo needed it,” she said.
“Anytime, Ammījān, Shamsah Salāħuddīn,” I said, significantly.
Najmah Salāħuddīn had once asked me teasing her Ammī not to call her Ammījān alone, Ammījān Shamsah Salāħuddīn instead.
She was only five years elder to me.
Calling her Ammījān only implied as if she was too older than I was.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn had permitted me only to tease her daughter in return.
Yet it was now routine, nevertheless.
As she slid off me, Shamsah Salāħuddīn‘s inner thigh rubbed across her Hindu Son in law’s long rigid Hindu love-muscle.
“I suppose I should get you two some breakfast.”
I lay there awkwardly, not even attempting to conceal the tent in my sheet.
When she herself was not careful, why the hell should I?
“Yeah, I’ll get up in a sec.”
Rising to her feet, Shamsah Salāħuddīn stood bedside, placed her hand on her extremely beautiful gorgeous exquisite Musalmān buttocks and smiled down at me.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed about that you know.”
She glanced at the still obvious protrusion, then back into my eyes.
“That.” She smiled significantly.
“Ohh…yeah.” I mumbled boldly.
“You may be my first priority now, but I do know some things about the young men of your age. It’s called a piss hard-on and it probably gets like that every morning…am I right?” Shamsah Salāħuddīn asked, feeding me a quirky smile.
“Yeah…pretty much.” I almost winked at her.
Again, why the hell must I care, if she herself is talking of everything so boldly.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn smiled proudly, bent over and poked her Hindu Son in law in the ribs, making me squirm.
“See, I know more about you than you think.”
I watched her stroll towards the door.
I could see the indentation of the hem of her panties through her skirt and her meaty Musalmān buttocks seemed to have little extra sway as she stepped towards the hallway.
Before rounding the corner, she peeked back, smiling almost naughtily and gave me a cute little wink.
The sheet rose upward as my rock hard Hindu erection flexed and throbbed beneath it.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, the Sālī was teasing me too.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn glanced at it and giggled.
“Show off.” She disappeared from the doorway.
“Eīshān .” I muttered excitedly, under my breath.*
That afternoon Shamsah Salāħuddīn took us over to see Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī at the hospital.
Najmah Salāħuddīn snuggled up beside her Abbū and Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s wife sat on the other side of me.
I sat across the room in a chair.
“I missed you Abbū.” Najmah Salāħuddīn said.
Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī kissed his daughter on the forehead.
“Missed you too pumpkin.”
She squeezed her father.
“I want you to come home.”
“Najmah Salāħuddīn, be careful honey, your Abbū is still quite sore.” Shamsah Salāħuddīn said.
She kissed him on the cheek.
Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī looked across at his son in law.
“That’s ok, precious. Durgesh, how you doin’ buddy?”
“I’m ok Abbū,” I answered.
Najmah Salāħuddīn seemed jealous that the attention was drawn from her.
“Ammī slept in my bed last night.”
Shamsah Salāħuddīn fed her daughter a stern look.
“Najmah Salāħuddīn, hush your mouth.”
“Well you did, Ammī, didn’t you?”
Shamsah Salāħuddīn looked at her husband as he returned an inquisitive smile.
“Durgesh and I were having a chat after I got home and I fell asleep on their bed.”
“Ammī was laying on top of him this morning.” Najmah Salāħuddīn said.
“Najmah Salāħuddīn…I most certainly was not, now I told you to hush. I was giving your husband a hug when she walked in…wasn’t I?” Shamsah Salāħuddīn asked, looking over at me.
I nodded, perfectly knowing my Ammī in law, Shamsah Salāħuddīn, was lying and that I woke up with her on top of me, as if she wasn’t my Ammī in law, she was my wife herself, instead.
Yet I only exclaimed,
“Well I got good news. The doctor said I can come home in two days.” Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said.
“Yay!” Najmah Salāħuddīn cheered.
“I’ll have to come back for physical therapy twice a week, but otherwise I’ll be good to go.”
Shamsah Salāħuddīn smiled and patted my hand. “That’s great sweetie.”
“Yeah, awesome, Abbū.” I added.
“Well, I better to get the kids home so they can get started on their work.” Shamsah Salāħuddīn said.
“Awww, I wanna stay with Abbū. ” Najmah Salāħuddīn whined in protest.
Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hugged her tight.
“Abbū will be home in a few days pumpkin.”
They gave their hugs and said their goodbyes and Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī watched his little family move down the hallway towards the elevator.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn was wearing a pair of low cut jeans that looked as though they were sculpted around her luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass.
She also wore a sexy white tank top and mini platform sandals with a 4 ½ inch heels.
As they waited for the elevator, Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī took a second to admire how sexy her little feet looked ached in them.
Her cute little toes peeked out the bottom, with their red painted toenails.
There was no doubt that his wife of twenty years was still built like a brick shit house.
Again, he remembered peering back at her in the mirror as they made love so many times through the years.
He remembered staring at those smooth golden brown legs as they kept his body locked between them.
Her muscles tensing.
Her sexy little bare feet flexing.
Normally Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī would feel his penis get hard about now, but this time it wasn’t happening.
He glanced down at his lap as it lay flat and motionless.
The elevator door opened and just before they entered Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī noticed that Shamsah Salāħuddīn‘s hand slowly crept over into mine, interlacing her fingers between mine, then led me and their daughter into the elevator.*
Later that evening I was hanging out in my large walk-in closet.
I appropriately called this place my “Man Cave.”
I sat in a padded swing chair that was suspended by a large metal stand and was surrounded by a lot of my favorite things.
“Durgesh?” I heard my Ammī in law, Shamsah Salāħuddīn, calling from inside my bedroom.
I glanced up from my laptop where I was chatting with pals on Facebook.
“In here, Ammījān,”
The closet door opened and Shamsah Salāħuddīn stepped inside.
“I should have known you’d be hanging out in your Man Cave,” she giggled.
“You know me, even better than your daughter, as if I’m not married to her, married to you instead.” I said.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn closed the door behind her.
Her hair was still damp and slicked back from a shower.
She wore nothing but a white short satin robe.
“Well I finally got your wife to sleep. Whiny little thing,” she said, making her Hindu Son in law giggle.
“You can say that again,” I added.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn smiled as she moved past a large poster on the wall of voluptuous women in nothing but a white bra and panty set.
The women’s deep tan was nearly same shade as her own.
“Hey, Durgesh, my son, she’s pretty. Who is that one?”
I looked up the poster.
“Umm her name’s Denise Melani.”
Shamsah Salāħuddīn smiled and pointed at the woman’s lacy, almost transparent bra.
“That’s funny; I think I have that same bra.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah, I had no idea they had matching panties for it. Hmmm.”
Shamsah Salāħuddīn strode past her Hindu Son in law and sat down on a small bench in front of me.
The robe gathered a bit at her waist exposing her smooth shapely legs in their entirety.
She rested both palms on the bench by her extremely beautiful gorgeous exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, thrusting the swell of her huge boobs out just a little.
Her legs were together and her knees were slightly cocked to one side.
I could smell the sweet scent of her recently applied shea-butter and noticed that her tan legs looked nearly as smooth and smemery as the satin robe she was wearing.
“So, you must be excited for Abbū to come home finally,” I said.
“Yeah…I guess,” she answered unenthusiastically.
“It’s gonna be a big change for me, huh?”
Shamsah Salāħuddīn looked at her Hindu Son in law and smiled.
“It’s gonna be a big change for all of us, which is kinda what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“They’re sending your Abbū home with his own bed, one of those fancy automated ones. He’ll be in a wheel chair, so he’ll need a lot of space. I thought maybe if you don’t mind, we could move the king sized bed down here and…I could share your room with you for awhile.”Shamsah Salāħuddīn explained.
My heart began to thump hard in my chest.
“You mean a bedroom to…like sleep in…together?
Shamsah Salāħuddīn giggled.
“Of course…that is what you do in a bedroom knucklehead.”
I smiled cunningly.
“No…umm, I don’t mind. Whatever I can do to help you, Ammījān, Shamsah Salāħuddīn.”
“I know your Abbū’s not gonna like the idea, but he has to deal with the realities of his injury. It’s just the way it has to be for now.”
I nodded, still flabbergasted, but not openly, secretly instead, by her request.
“I think I agree with you.”
“Thank you, sweetie. Are you sure you’re okay with being roommates with your Shamsah Salāħuddīn?” Shamsah Salāħuddīn asked with a smile.
“Yeah, of course, if she is really mine.”
Shamsah Salāħuddīn placed her hands on her knees, leaning forward a little.
“You know buster…sharing a room with me might just have its advantages.”
“What kind of advantages?” I asked.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn peered up at the poster of the nearly naked woman, then back at me.
“You’ll see,” she said, with a mischievous smile.
“If Abbū’s coming home this weekend how are we gonna move all your stuff down here by Saturday?”
Shamsah Salāħuddīn nodded.
“Well, tell you what, why don’t we keep you home you’re your work tomorrow and we can spend the day setting up our bedroom.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Oh great, now you tell me, after I did all that work for tomorrow.”
Shamsah Salāħuddīn giggled.
“Oh stop your whining, You’re starting to sound like your little wife.”
“I don’t think that’s possible, Shamsah Salāħuddīn.” I dropped calling her Ammījān even now, deliberately and significantly.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn stood up, making her heavy tits bobble beneath the loose thin covering.
“Sadly, I think your right. Stand up here and give me a hug.”
I stood and Shamsah Salāħuddīn and I embraced.
The euphoric feeling of warm braless breasts against my young Hindu chest nearly took my breath away.
“Don’t stay up too late. You and I have a busy day tomorrow,” she said.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn started out, but then stopped at the door.
“Oh, and I’ll make a deal with you…cuz I’m gonna need some closet space. I’ll let you keep the back half of the man Cave, but in return I get to doll up our bedroom.”
“Doll up?” I asked.
“You know. Some delicate lace…lots of fluffy whites and pale pinks. You’ve seen my bedroom.”
“Ohh right…okay I guess.”
“It’ll be pretty…and comfy…you’ll see,” she said with a wink, almost seductive, as she stepped out the door.
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