Ved Nagar: 38

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 38
Durgesh Bābarah Åālamgīr
Durgesh Nasīm Muåāwiyah
Durgesh Zubaydah Bābar
Durgesh Nishāt Nazli

Then I said.
“I don’t know. Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās never complains and always wants more. Don’t tell me you girls are all used up at 28.”

Zubaydah Bābar groaned indignantly.
“She must have a steel lining in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot or something. If she can take you pounding her all night and all day. Hell you wiped out the two of us already. I’m going to have to find out her secret.”

We lay on the floor for a while joking and teasing.
Soon it was lunchtime.
We all were hungry.
After a light lunch, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls decided to go to the beach for the afternoon.
They wanted me to join them, but I declined claiming I had work to do.
As soon as they left, I lay down in my bed and fell immediately asleep, worn out from the morning activities.

The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stayed at the beach for the afternoon, giving me time to recuperate.
They returned around dinnertime and instead of cooking, we all decided to go out and grab a bite somewhere.
Between dinner and drinks, it was after 9:00 when we returned.
I was preparing myself for another “session” with these two.
I made them each a drink and we put the TV on to watch for a while.
We tuned in to the beginning of a sitcom and sat through the half hour show.
Once it was over, I looked at the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls and realized we had been quite.
I laughed to myself as I found them both sound asleep.
I got up, covered them with a light blanket, and moved to my own bed to get some sleep.

At some point during the night, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls woke and crawled into bed with me.
Nishāt Nazli attempted at giving me a blowjob to wake me but she soon fell asleep with my Uncut Hindu Lund in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
I chuckled, woke her up, fucked Nishāt Nazli to her heart’s content and went back to sleep with Nishāt Nazli under me and Uncut Hindu Lund still buried deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot .
I woke slowly the next morning, very pleasant sensations emanating from my lower regions and as I looked down, I saw Zubaydah Bābar bobbing on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She was giving me an early morning blowjob.
I looked over and saw Nishāt Nazli lying next to me watching Zubaydah Bābar work my Hindu meat.
I reached over, took her chin in my hand, and pulled her to my lips.
I let my tongue dance through her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as my fingers danced over her Musalmān tits, tweaking her nipples.
It took no time at all before she was rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot against my leg, leaving a wet streak on my thigh.
I felt as though, as Zubaydah Bābar continued sucking me off, she would spew my Hindu seed and I was not ready to cum yet so I took hold of her chin and urged her also up to me.
When I had them both, I asked smiling,
“Well, girls, who wants to get fucked first?”
Nishāt Nazli blushed and answered first,
“Not me today, I’m still sore from the poundings you gave me yesterday.”
I laughed and looked at Zubaydah Bābar.
She was worked up and horny as hell at that Moment.
Zubaydah Bābar wasted no time as she rolled on top of me and squatted over my groin, grasping my Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand Zubaydah Bābar let herself down on top of me and began to work herself on my Uncut Hindu Cock, taking all she could with each thrust.
As Zubaydah Bābar fucked herself on my Uncut Hindu Cock, I pulled Nishāt Nazli close to me and gently kissed her.
Slowly I let my kisses move from her quivering crimson Musalmān lips, across her cheek, down her neck and finally onto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts where I proceeded to squeeze a nipple and tongue it in quick flicking motions.
Nishāt Nazli was so turned on that despite the discomfort she was feeling in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot she began massaging her own clit while I squeezed her Musalmān tit.
I bit down on her nipple and Nishāt Nazli came in a flood on her own hand as the pain washed across her Musalmān tit and through her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.

As Nishāt Nazli relaxed into her post orgasmic stupor, I looked at Zubaydah Bābar and saw her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes had glazed over as she rode me.
I called her name, “Zubaydah Bābar. Zubaydah Bābar, do you want me to cum in your ass as you requested or do you want to keep riding me?”
As the idea of my Hindu seed spewing into her colon hit her, she came hard on my Uncut Hindu Lund and then answered me.
“Fuck my ass again. Shoot it in my ass.” Zubaydah Bābar begged as her cum flowed out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and down over my balls.
I slid out from under her.
I positioned Zubaydah Bābar on her knees again and then as Nishāt Nazli watched I entered Zubaydah Bābar’s gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass for the second time in 24 hours.
Zubaydah Bābar groaned as I slid past her sphincter and pushed my length into her.
“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I love when you fuck my Musalmān ass.” Zubaydah Bābar groaned back at me as I began slowly to rock into her.
Nishāt Nazli got turned on watching her friend and lover get ass fucked and could not resist sliding underneath her to tongue her ravenous Musalmān clit while I slid my Hindu meat into her backside.
As I stroked and Nishāt Nazli licked, Zubaydah Bābar exploded into another orgasm and I felt her sphincter muscles clamp down on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock and squeeze me, milking my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I let fly with my Hindu cum blasting it into Zubaydah Bābar’s colon with a series of grunts.
I held my position there as my Uncut Hindu Cock slowly somewhat deflated and finally slid out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bunghole followed by a steady stream of my Hindu cum.
“So, ’were having me shoot my Hindu cum up your Musalmān ass, as good as you imagined?” I asked Zubaydah Bābar as we lay on the bed.
“Oh yeah.” Was all the answer I got and I and Nishāt Nazli both laughed at the contented and well fucked sound of her voice.
The three of us lay there for a while before I said I was going to get a shower and asked if anyone wanted to join me.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls volunteered and we each moved into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Zubaydah Bābar moved to use the toilet and I stopped her and with my head motioned toward Nishāt Nazli with my head.
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and nodded as the three of us got into the walk-in shower.

The water was hot and felt good.
I reached for the soap and as I picked it up it slipped from my grasp.
Since Zubaydah Bābar figured out what I was up to, she let Nishāt Nazli bend to pick it up and just as she did, I let go of the stream of my piss I was holding in and blasted it into Nishāt Nazli’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān mouth.
Nishāt Nazli was caught by surprise.
Yet she instantly fell into the role and sat on the floor as I directed my stream of piss into her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.
As I finished Zubaydah Bābar swung her Musalmān leg over her friend, half squatted above her and helped fulfilling her friend’s fetish.
As Zubaydah Bābar finished Nishāt Nazli sat on the floor with a smile and began to giggle.
“That surprised me, but thanks.” She offered as she stood up.
We washed each other, joked, teased, and tickled for a while as we showered and dried off.
Then we moved to the kitchen and started taking breakfast.
While we were making coffee, the phone rang.
I answered it and talked for a few minutes before hanging up.
“That was Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr,” I announced, “They got all of Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s stuff yesterday and Bābarah Åālamgīr’s last night. It appears that her Ammī was royally pissed. They loaded everything up and started back last night, then got a motel room. They’ll be here sometime after lunch.
“So if either of you want my Uncut Hindu Lund again, you better hurry or you’ll have to wait until Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s done with me.” I quipped.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls groaned.
“I would love to fuck you again but I need to recover first.” Zubaydah Bābar offered.
“Me too,” Nishāt Nazli chimed in. “I have got to find out how Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās handles you.”
I just laughed as I poured them coffees.
We ate and the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls put their bikini on for some beach time.
They left me to myself for the morning.
I had some errands to run and wanted to pick up a few things if the other two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls were going to be living with me.
I knew I would have to make some adjustments in my household.
Little things like soap and shampoo as well as sheets and towels.
I had enough for guests but if I was to have permanent company, changes had to be made.*

It was longer getting things done than I anticipated and it was after two, before I got home.
I found that while I was gone Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr had returned, unloaded the truck stacking everything in the garage, and returned the truck to the rental, then came back home with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s new car.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls were sitting on the deck waiting for me to return.
“Well, how did it go?” I asked as I joined them on the deck.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās answered first,
“It was Ok. We made good time, got my stuff loaded and we had lunch with my Ammī. Then we left.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr picked up the narrative,
“We got to the old homestead around Dinner and tried to take Ammī and Abbū out for dinner but Ammī started preaching at me and quoting scripture. Ammī was telling me how ungrateful I was and how evil and sinful you were, you know, same old shit. I just got pissed and loaded everything up and split. We drove a couple of hours and stopped for the night. It was a bummer!”
“I’m sorry honey. It should have been an exciting and happy time for you.” I offered.
“That’s Ok Durgesh. I knew it was going to be a problem so now it’s done with and we can relax. We left everything in the garage because we weren’t sure where to put our stuff, I mean where we were all going to sleep… how the arrangements would work out.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
I too smiled at her discomfort.
“Well, that’s kind of up to you two. If you each want to claim a room on the second floor and move in, that’s Ok with me.”
As I said I could see the crestfallen look on Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s face, then I continued,
“But I did clean out some drawer space in my room in case I got lucky and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās decided to move in with me.”
I saw her brighten immediately.
“But I do think each of us should have a room to themselves like an office area or call it an ‘I want to be alone room’. I have my office and I was thinking about taking the other first floor bedroom and splitting it in half to make two more rooms for you girls. How does that sound?”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was so happy she bubbled, “I’ll move in with you and I don’t need an office.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at her friend.
“I think that will work. I expect that once we start work we will need a place to correct papers and stuff.I’ll just move my stuff into my room. I’ll probably get more sleep on the second floor anyway, the way Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās screams when she cums, we may need to look into soundproofing.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked unsuitably embarrassed, but she faced me boldly immediately,
“I can’t help it if I enjoy myself. Moreover, my Hindu Kħasam, I’m not even a bit ashamed of it. You allow your nudist feminist Musalmān live in relationship partners Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Kħadījah Muħammad etcetera to do what they want to do entirely unashamed of themselves. Why not me too?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at her.
“That’s Ok you just keep enjoying yourself. I’m glad Durgesh makes you that happy.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr stood and hugged her friend Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.

We sat there and continued to talk for a while when Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli returned, coming up the steps giggling like teenagers.
“We’ve been invited to a party tonight, all of us. We met some girls down at the beach. They tried to pick us up. We told them we were in Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad yet and that we had two sisters. Therefore, they invited all of us. They think I’m 17 and Nishāt Nazli is 14. Bābarah Åālamgīr you’re 16 and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās is 15.” Zubaydah Bābar announced. “We told them that we’d have to ask Durgesh first and we said we should just sneak out. We’re all just graduated from Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad and are looking to get laid. So we were teasing them.”
I laughed.
“Oh you Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls are evil. Those poor girls will never know what hit them. Maybe I should wait a while and then go banging on the door looking for Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.”
We all started to laugh at the thought of that.
Then Nishāt Nazli said,
“We thought we could go and play with them a little. Then see if it was worth staying.”
Neither Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās nor Bābarah Åālamgīr was too interested in going.
But Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar convinced them to go for a little while and then they could leave if they weren’t having fun.
So both agreed to go and help their friends with the illusion.

We spent the rest of the afternoon settling Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr in and getting things organized before we made a dinner of hamburgers and hotdogs on the grill.
Then at 9PM, all four Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls “snuck” out to go to the party.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr were back in an hour or so.
Both were tired from the moving and really didn’t want to go in the first place.
For her part, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was anxious to crawl into bed with me for her first official night of “living with me” as she considered it.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was just anxious to try to get me into her bed and wanted to be close to me, just in case I decided finally to take her.

Once the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls got back I relaxed a little, I did not want to say anything but was a little angry at Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās going to a party with young girls and I admitted to myself that I was angry with Bābarah Åālamgīr going too.
I admitted to myself that I wanted to bed Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, but still had not really come to terms with the idea of it.
The three of us sat around and talked for a while before Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās went off to bed to wait for me.
Once alone again, Hindu Father and Musalmān Daughter shared some time together.
“I’m really glad to be moving in and starting out here. Thanks for having me, Durgesh.” Bābarah Åālamgīr offered.
“I’m glad you’re here Honey. I really missed you.” then I leaned over and hugged her tightly.
As I released her, she leaned in to kiss me, softly and longingly on the lips.
I let her kiss me and I even did not pull away when Bābarah Åālamgīr let her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue slide out and caress my lips.
But I did not open my mouth and Bābarah Åālamgīr knew that that meant I wasn’t ready yet, but I was getting there.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled as she broke away and said good night, heading for her own room.
As she lay in her bed alone Bābarah Åālamgīr considered returning to the party, but then decided against it, deciding instead to wait for me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr did not sleep well that night.
She kept waking up and rolling around.
The fire between her Musalmān legs would not go away.
Twice she tried to quench it by herself and even after fingering herself to two orgasms, Bābarah Åālamgīr still could not sleep.
Finally, she gave up and got up.
It was 4:30 in the morning.
Yet she was wide-awake and horny as hell.
How immensely Bābarah Åālamgīr needed my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund inside her young tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot !

She peeked into the other rooms and found both Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli asleep and both with satisfied looks on their faces.
“Well, apparently everyone got laid tonight except me. He is mine yet myself not enjoying his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund. Hell.” Bābarah Åālamgīr mumbled to herself as she climbed the stairs to the third floor.
A glass of drink was on her mind.
She poured herself a glass and not wanting to wake me or Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, she quietly slipped out of the sliding glass door and went onto the deck.
At another time of the day, Bābarah Åālamgīr might have caused a stir with the neighbors, as she had not bothered to put anything on when she got up.
However, at this time of night, or morning it was still dark and no one was up that had any sense anyway.
Consequently, she sat completely naked on one of the lounge chairs on the upper deck and began to enjoy the warm breeze blowing over her naked female Musalmān form.

Soon Bābarah Åālamgīr felt the familiar stirrings in her loins as the warm air was blowing across her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
It reminded Bābarah Åālamgīr that she was sitting outdoors naked.
Without thinking, her hand moved to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and she let her fingers slide between her quivering crimson Musalmān lips.
The heat and moisture there was intense.
Bābarah Åālamgīr glanced down at the floor and giggled when she noticed that she had actually dripped a small puddle onto the deck.
Well, she intended to add more to it and in Moments, her right hand was busy with three fingers buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot while her thumb massaged her clit.
Her left hand was busy also, rubbing her Musalmān tits and stopping to tweak her nipples.

Shortly she felt the familiar waves of orgasm begin to build and then wash over her as she let loose a small stream of juice from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and it added to the puddle on the floor.
As her ecstasy subsided, Bābarah Åālamgīr relaxed and blew out a sigh of relief.
Then for some unknown reason she looked to her left and she saw me sitting there.
I was sitting in a similar lounge and watching her.

She felt waves of embarrassment and panic was over her.
“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh my God. I just sat here fingering myself and my father saw me.” Flashed through her mind.

Followed a split second later by.
“My father just watched me playing with myself. I wonder if it made him horny.”

I knew she saw me.
I had been sitting there when she walked out onto the deck.
I was going to say something but for some reason I just didn’t.
Then as I watched Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, sitting there in silhouette, naked on my deck I felt myself start to harden.
The light was not good.
Just the starlight and the ambient light, was drifting in, from surrounding houses and streets.
But it was enough to make out the swell of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts and the curve of her Musalmān legs.
Then she started to play with herself.
‘I wonder if she knows I’m here.’ I thought to myself. ‘It might be something she would do to try to entice me.’
But the more I watched the more sure I was that Bābarah Åālamgīr was unaware of me.
Then I watched as she diddled herself into an orgasm and as her Pakistani Musalmān juices dribbled down onto the deck boards.
I became more and more serious watching Bābarah Åālamgīr doing that.
Why the hell I’m not fucking Bābarah Åālamgīr?
She needs me inside her very much intensely.
What the hell I’m waiting for?
If I can have Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan as my live in relationship partner, why can’t I have Bābarah Åālamgīr too?
Why the hell Bābarah Åālamgīr is getting punishment instead of reward?
By this time, I had my Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand, inadvertently, and I was slowly stroking myself.
Once she came and let out her post orgasmic sigh.
I stopped and let go of myself.
Not that my hard on went away or anything.
That was when Bābarah Åālamgīr turned and saw me.
I saw the flash of embarrassment on her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face, then the flash of wanton desire.
I decided to take the bull by the horns.
“Hi honey. Looks like you couldn’t sleep either.”*

Bābarah Åālamgīr looked at me and noticed my hard on.
Bābarah Åālamgīr chuckled triumphantly, gloriously, jubilantly and proudly.
I was sitting there as naked as she was.
“Sitting around outside naked must run in the family.” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed sarcastically.
Then she answered me.
“Yeah, I thought I was tired but all I did was doze off a little and roll around a lot. I finally came up for a glass of drink, and to sit here a bit. What about you? Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās kicked you out of bed?”
I smiled.
“I woke up a little bit ago and I did not want to wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, so I came out here. I do it every once in a while. Just sit here and watch the sun come up. See how the horizon is starting to get a pink band on it. It won’t be long now. It can be beautiful.” I said. “Want to watch with me?”

She glanced to the East and noticed that the sky was starting to lighten.
“Ok, I never really paid attention to sunrises. Probably because I am usually asleep when they happen.” She offered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr stood in nude and walked over to my lounge.
She sat down on the lower section and I moved my legs to make room for her.
Then with a swift movement, Bābarah Åālamgīr slid onto the lounge and lay back on top of me.

I was stunned by the suddenness and the intimacy of her movement.
I found myself lying on a lounge naked with my equally naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān stepdaughter on top of me and nestled against me.
I could feel my hard Uncut Hindu Lund pressing against her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass cheeks as she laid her head on my chest and began to talk to me.
In a way it was very familiar and comfortable, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl sitting in my lap and telling me about her day.
Yet at the same time it was extremely sensual because now Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl was a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young woman, whom I had just watched as she played with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot until she dribbled cum all over my deck.
I mentally shook myself, and realized that Bābarah Åālamgīr was talking to me about how she and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās living with me, was going to be a change for all of us.
I found myself answering,
“Oh we’ll manage alright. I like the idea of having two beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān women sharing my house and I admit that having a 28/29 year old in my bed regular is doing great things for my ego and youth.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed out loud.
“I don’t think having a young thing in your bed is all that foreign to you lately and as for your ego, I doubt it needed the boost.”
As she said it, Bābarah Åālamgīr picked herself up a bit and slid farther up on me, then continued, “Besides I get the feeling that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās is becoming more to you than another piece of young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass.”
Now at least my Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t nestled in the crack of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s ass.
Since she moved up, it was now sticking up between her Musalmān legs and lying against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips.
I could feel her heat and moisture on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I was torn between what I knew I wanted, to slide myself into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and fuck her, and what I knew I should do, get up and move away from her.
In the end, I did nothing.
It was, depending on your perspective, may have been worse or better.
Because I knew that every second I spent there, with my Uncut Hindu Cock knocking against the spread young adult Musalmān lips of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, my will power eroded just a little bit.
Part of me was hoping, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, would grasp my rock hard Uncut Hindu member and stuff it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
At least that would end my battle with myself. But the other part of me, the dutiful father, kept screaming at me that it was a pervert thought.

I paused to gather my thoughts for a Moment.
“Ok I admit you’re right. I do like her. She is sweet and treats me like a king and she pays attention to me, as nobody has in years. But most importantly, she doesn’t want anything from me but me. You can’t imagine what a relief that is after fighting off the “please take care of me” crowd.”
We sat like that mostly in silence watching the sky lightens as dawn approached.
Both pretending to ignore the position our bodies were in, but each of us was acutely aware of the touch of our sex.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was not ignoring it for her part.
She kept flexing her thigh muscles and her abdominal muscles, anything to get my Uncut Hindu Cock to move in contact with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Her efforts were rewarded because before long My Uncut Hindu Lund began to twitch on its own.
It was driving Bābarah Åālamgīr crazy to be this close to her goal and still have to act nonchalant, instead of doing what she wanted and grabbing my monster Uncut Hindu Cock and stuffing it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot where, as far as she was concerned it belonged to actually.
Yes, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot is the actual permanent home of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Why don’t you understand Durgesh, Mérī Jān?
Bābarah Åālamgīr could not help but to think that all she had to do was move just right and I would be inside her.
The only thing that kept her from doing it was the certainty that although I would not stop her and at this point would probably welcome it, I would never be willing again.
I would always have my guard up and without question, I would never treat her the same, certainly not as the lover she longed to be.
After a few minutes, Bābarah Åālamgīr turned and gave me a kiss.
It was a loving and longing kiss.
As she pulled away, she told me once again, “I love you Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! very much.”
I was caught off guard by the kiss and the tenderness behind it.
I was busy concentrating on my Uncut Hindu Lund and on trying not to betray my longings for Bābarah Åālamgīr.
I could feel her Pakistani Musalmān juices running down my Hindu shaft and onto my Hindu balls.
It was obvious that this intimate contact excited her and the fact that my Hindu erection had not gone down betrayed the fact that it excited me too.
Then Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at me and nestled down onto my shoulder again.
“I also happen to know that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās loves you. So you better be in it for the long haul because she is nothing if not tenacious. There is no way she is letting go of you unless you chase her off.”
That statement brought my thoughts around to reality again.
“I can’t see myself chasing her off. I am getting really fond of her.”
“Are you going to get me a new Ammī?” Bābarah Åālamgīr teased in a little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl voice.
I chuckled,
“I don’t know, maybe. Time will tell.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was stunned by my answer.
Even though she had teased me and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās both, she did not really believe anything permanent would come from this affair, but it appeared that I at least was looking into the future and considering it.
“Besides,” I continued, “we need to find someone to get you to wear clothes.” In addition, as I said it she jerked her hips a little and pushed the shaft of my Uncut Hindu Cock harder against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Hard enough that it made contact with her ravenous Musalmān clit.
Bābarah Åālamgīr suddenly realized that her smart action had suddenly won me for her involuntarily and without giving me a chance even to safeguard myself.
My Uncut Hindu Lund glided and entered her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot leisurely, sluggishly.
Her immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot greeted my Uncut Hindu Lund wildly and engulfed it greedily.
She found me startled and dumbfounded.
Bābarah Åālamgīr immediately took the advantage of the situation.
Finding me absolutely incapable to resist, Bābarah Åālamgīr positioned herself and managed to get my entire Uncut Hindu Lund vanished into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot .
She held me strongly, made me lie on my back, straddled me deliberately and started fucking me ravenously, wildly and savagely.
I was as if in trance.
I felt as if Jamīlah Aurangzeb was fucking me, not Bābarah Åālamgīr.
They were identical exactly.
Bābarah Åālamgīr deliberately took its advantage again.
She kissed me fiercely on my lips and increased her pace more and more.
Bābarah Åālamgīr didn’t know she was fucking me exactly identically as her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, fucked me.
It wasn’t deliberate.
It was genetic instead.
Yet, it increased my trance more and more.
I felt young Jamīlah Aurangzeb was fucking me wildly.
It was natural for me, in trance, that I started responding Bābarah Åālamgīr vehemently.

Chapter 39
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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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