Ved Nagar: 44Posted: February 5, 2013
Sāliħah Ayyūb could never forget the first time she saw me fucking.
It happened a few months ago.
I had just turned 64, and she wanted to surprise me on the midnight of my birthday with a gift while I was still watching TV in the living room.
Sāliħah Ayyūb gently and quietly opened her bedroom door with her present in hand, and softly walked towards the living room without making a sound- and what she saw left her stunned:
I was watching softcore porn on cable.
In addition, as she quietly stepped even closer near the couch, she could see that I was fucking her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter, Amīnah Zahīr.
Sāliħah Ayyūb’s heart pounded.
She couldn’t believe that her wholesome ever-young old man, Durgesh, could do something so brazen in their living room.
Sure, she knew that all Hindus were especially horny at every age, but this?
In the same house while I thought Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was sleeping?
Nevertheless, above another else, she couldn’t believe how she felt about seeing me pleasure her daughter, Amīnah Zahīr, so explicitly.
Sāliħah Ayyūb had only been with one man her entire life, and that was her ex-husband.
That’s how conservative and proper, Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was raised.
Her favorite fantasy was to watch me fuck Musalmān Beauties while looking at her, but her ex-husband always laughed it off and was reluctant to allow it because of how ridiculous he thought it was.
Now here Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was, with the middle of her legs becoming wet, watching me pleasure her daughter, Amīnah Zahīr.
Sāliħah Ayyūb, was aroused and she knew it.
She quietly tiptoed back to her room before she could get caught and she later did something that she NEVER thought Sāliħah Ayyūb, would EVER do- she fantasized about me for the very first time in her life.*
I said as I went to the kitchen for breakfast.
“This looks good,”
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“Thanks. I was supposed to meet some clients this morning, but I got a message late last night that they had to cancel. My boss said I could finish my report at home, so I figured I might as well do some cooking and catch up on chores while I had the extra time.”
“Lucky,” I replied while eating. “I’ve got some work today. But seriously Sāliħah Ayyūb, you work too hard and you should try relaxing a little.”
“If I relaxed during my free time, then who would inspect cook and clean for my Hindu Jýéshŧh, my Hindu elder brother of my Musalmān husband? It certainly wouldn’t be you,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied jokingly.
She respected me, but watching me fucking her own daughter, Amīnah Zahīr now, had given her a new feeling that Sāliħah Ayyūb was practically my Ammī in law now too, not only my Musalmān sister in law.
It had brought Sāliħah Ayyūb closer to me mentally.
“Good point.” I smiled, “In that case, just work the amount that you need and don’t tire yourself out too much.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb playfully slapped me on the arm.
“Very funny. You know, if I didn’t love you so much, I would have forced you to take care of your own laundry and to clean your room by now.”
I grabbed the remainder of my food and got up to give her a kiss.
“Then I guess I’m really lucky to have such an awesome extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law. I wish I could stay and eat, but I have to meet some friends for some last minute instructions to them. It’s the only way I can be as smart as you, right?”
“I’m glad we agree on that,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied as I smiled and left.
After supervising the cleaning of dishes and vacuuming the carpet, Sāliħah Ayyūb went to my room to supervise my laundry.
Sāliħah Ayyūb pulled off the pillowcase on my bed.
When Sāliħah Ayyūb grabbed the blanket, Sāliħah Ayyūb saw something that left her as speechless as the day she caught me fucking her own daughter, Amīnah Zahīr, months ago:
There was a photo of herself underneath my blanket.
‘What’s this doing here?’ Sāliħah Ayyūb thought to herself.
Had her daughter,Amīnah Zahīr, put it there while I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr?
It was a photo of her in a one-piece bathing suit from a summer vacation they had two years ago.
The picture itself was from a photo album that she kept in the closet in the hallway.
However, what was it doing in my bed?
A susp had suddenly come over her.
When she vacuumed my room a moment earlier, she had picked a few pieces of used tissue paper off the floor and threw it in my trash.
‘Allah, Oh God,’ Sāliħah Ayyūb gasped. ‘Was Durgesh too is thinking about me?’
Sāliħah Ayyūb felt torn.
On the one hand, she felt disgusted and betrayed that I could do such a thing with her picture.
Nevertheless, on the other hand, she knew she couldn’t really be mad at me because just a few months ago, she had herself watched me fucking her young daughter and instead of being angry to us, Sāliħah Ayyūb then fantasized about me herself afterwards.
Moreover, frankly, the thought of me fucking to her picture made her feel inexplicably naughty, but in a good way.
She even felt a little flattered by it.
Almost without thinking, Sāliħah Ayyūb walked to her room to grab an even more private photo of herself that she had hid in a drawer.
It was a picture of one of the rare moments in her life that she had ever worn a small bikini, while at a private pool party with her close friends.
Sāliħah Ayyūb went back to my room and tucked it neatly under my blanket for me to ‘use’ later.
Allah, was Sāliħah Ayyūb crazy?
Sāliħah Ayyūb also wanted me to fuck her?
Yet, she left her small bikini picture there deliberately, naughtily and impishly.*
The rest of the day was as usual.
Sāliħah Ayyūb did her work, supervised cooking, had dinner with me, and watched a little TV before calling it a night.
Sāliħah Ayyūb deliberately managed for her daughter, Amīnah Zahīr, not to be with us then.
Also as usual, Sāliħah Ayyūb ended her day by supervising washing up and putting on her flannel pajamas before heading to bed.
However, when she exited her bathroom, Sāliħah Ayyūb saw me walking down the hallway and towards her bedroom.
In addition, by the look on my face, Sāliħah Ayyūb understood I had something important to say.
“Sāliħah Ayyūb…Were you…did you supervise the cleaning of my room today?” I asked gravely, standing in her room.
“Of course I did. Bhāījān, your room didn’t just supervise cleaning itself, you know,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied casually, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Well of course I know that. Nevertheless, my bed…did you…”
“If you’re referring to the picture left under your blanket, then don’t worry, it wasn’t a ghost that put it there- I did,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said with a deliberate soft impish smile.
“Am I missing something here?” I smiled. “I mean, shouldn’t you be mad at Amīnah Zahīr for putting your picture there? Aren’t you upset at all?”
“I’ll answer your question on one condition,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied.
“I want you to tell me why she was using my picture. And I want an honest answer.”
I paused for a Moment.
“Fine. Being completely honest here, your daughter thinks I’ve always thought of you as being my ideal Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman. You’re smart, classy, caring, and you’re really really sexy. I know she understands you’re my youner Musalmān brother’s wife and everything, but that’s just what she thinks how I feel.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied, feeling genuinely touched by my words.
“Now it’s your turn. Why did you leave a bikini picture of you in my room?”
Sāliħah Ayyūb sighed,
“You know, a part of me wished that you would have given a vague answer because I wanted to give a vague response. Nevertheless, since you were so open and honest, here it goes; I’ve always been excited by the thought & sight of a Hindu pleasuring a Musalmān Beauty. Don’t ask me why, but it just gets me going. It’s the only kink I have really. Your younger Musalmān Brother, Muħammad Zahīr, rarely ever let me watch a Hindu fuck a Musalmān Beauty, and on the rare occasions he allowed, it would only be for a quick few seconds and I would laugh it off before stopping. Then a few months ago, I saw you…you know…”
“You saw me fucking your daughter, Amīnah Zahīr?
“In the living room late at night. I saw you fucking, and truthfully, a big part of me was very aroused. Moreover, when I saw my picture in your bed today, I was flattered by it. In fact, it turned me on in a strangely erotic way.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, All I can say is ─ wow! You always were a cool Sāliħah Ayyūb, but when it came to the magic s-word, I’ve always thought you were a real prude because of how conservative you always seem,” I said, referring to sex.
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“It’s getting late and I have to wake up early Tomorrow for work. We better get to sleep.”
“I guess so. Nevertheless, Sāliħah Ayyūb, do you think we can finish this conversation another time? It’s a pretty important topic for the family if you ask me.”
“Sure. But do you mind if I ask you one last personal question tonight?”
“Anything,” I replied.
“Does my daughter and you plan on using my picture before you go to bed?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. “You know, do both of you plan on fucking mutually, with it?”
“Jeez, Sāliħah Ayyūb, you’ve really put me on the spot here. Your daughter won’t like me answer it.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled. “So would you rather see the real thing, or do you prefer the picture?”
“What? Are you asking what I think you’re asking?” I asked quite in incredulity.
Sāliħah Ayyūb nodded to me.
“I am. Yet only if you promise not to tell anyone. The last thing I need is for anyone to know what my fetish is. In addition, I don’t even want to think about what people would say about me as your sister in law. I’d be the talk of the town, and not in a flattering way.”
“Sāliħah Ayyūb, you know that there’s no way that I’ll ever be stupid enough to ruin what I think you’re offering to me right now. And you know I would never hurt you like that.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb grinned,
“Good. Now you can start by pulling down your shorts and having a seat on my bed.”
“Me?” I asked with a confused look on my face. “But I thought…I thought you were the one who was going to show…”
“I am. I want to watch you fuck in front of me. And in exchange, I’ll show you my breasts. That’s our deal. We both get what we want out of this. Sound fair?”
My hands slowly made its way around the waistband of my shorts and I gave it a gentle tug downwards.
With one swift motion, I bent down to pull my shorts and underwear off, leaving me naked from the waist down.
“Oh my, you’re really great,” Sāliħah Ayyūb told me, with a sense of approval over my legendary Uncut Hindu manhood. “It’s so long and youthful looking still now at your sixty four even.”
I smiled at Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb,
“Thanks. Now whom do you want me to fuck now?”
To my immense surprise, Amīnah Zahīr, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s extremely beautiful young daughter, suddenly entered there walking sophisticatedly.
Sāliħah Ayyūb had already talked with her daughter even?
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
“On my bed with your back against the wall. I’m sure that would be comfortable for both of you.” Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled graciously.
We did as we were asked, sitting on her bed pressing my back against the wall.
Sāliħah Ayyūb’s eyes lit up as Sāliħah Ayyūb saw me growing and becoming erect.
“Looks like you don’t need me to show you any skin. It seems like you’re aroused enough just being an exhibitionist to your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law.”
“Well, I’ll admit that it’s REALLY hot being naked in front of you like I’m your plaything. Moreover, it’s even hotter knowing that you enjoy it. Nevertheless, of course, I do need to see something. A deal is a deal, remember?”
Even Amīnah Zahīr smiled now.
Her Ammī’s hands casually started unbuttoning the top of her pajamas.
“You’re right. A deal is a deal.”
Just when enough buttons were undone, Sāliħah Ayyūb spread open the material covering her chest, and she exposed herself to me.
Her heart was pounding as Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, watched my eyes grow along with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her excellent Musalmān breasts were completely exposed for me now.
It was gracefully arousing for her to see me slowly start to fuck her daughter in front of her, while my eyes were locked onto her bare big sized Musalmān breasts, with her pink nipples becoming stiff.
“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself,” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked, to break the slight awkwardness in the room.
“I am,” I said while fucking her extremely beautiful young Musalmān daughter, Amīnah Zahīr. “This is so hot. You have such an amazing body, Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
“Thank you. I’m enjoying this as well. Do you need any extra stimulation?”
Sāliħah Ayyūb didn’t wait for me to answer.
Already before, Sāliħah Ayyūb started softly cupping the round bottoms her breasts, and playing with her hard pink nipples using her fingers.
She found herself inadvertently becoming even more aroused, as her breasts and nipples have always been very sensitive, and it was clear to her that I was enjoying the show as my breathing and stroking into her daughter, became harder.
“Keep playing with those Musalmān tits, Sāliħah Ayyūb. I can’t believe this is happening,” I groaned fucking Amīnah Zahīr.
Watching a Hindu fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān daughter so close was one thing, but seeing I do it while looking at her bare breasts drove Sāliħah Ayyūb absolutely wild.
Her secret fantasy had finally come true, along with the added taboo of incest to make things ever hotter for the demure Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman, Sāliħah Ayyūb.
She was held in her emotions and excitement as she continued to fondle herself for me.
It wasn’t long before I exhibited all of the tell tale signs of having an orgasm; a sight she hadn’t seen from a man since she became a single woman.
“Cum for me,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said innocently. “I want to see you cum.”
I stroked faster and Amīnah Zahīr’s moans became louder.
My back suddenly arched, my muscles stiffened, and a flurry of my Hindu sperm shot in the extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt of Amīnah Zahīr.
I didn’t stop stroking until I was completely drained, with my eyes never leaving Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s body.
Then when it was over, he straightened and went on fuckingv Amīnah Zahīr even more fiercely.
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“Allah Allah! Oh my. That was an impressive amount of your Hindu fluid you just released.”
I didn’t reply.
I just fucked Amīnah Zahīr there vigorously, while Sāliħah Ayyūb closed her top and reached over to grab a few pieces of tissue paper from her bedside table to toss on My stomach.
“Thanks,” I replied.
Amīnah Zahīr was using the tissue to clean myself.
“I haven’t felt anything like that in a really long time, Sāliħah Ayyūb. I mean…actually doing that in front of you and seeing you touch yourself was almost better than hooking-up with any of my Musalmān lady friends. It…just…you know…”
“I know exactly what you mean Durgesh. The taboo of extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law/Jýéshŧh incest can be quite thrilling to some people, and it looks like you and I fall under that same category. Just don’t ask for it again. Not anytime soon. This just might be a one-time thing, okay? I just don’t want things to get out of hand between us- no pun intended.”
“I guess so,” I complained. “But at least I got to experience this.”
With that said, the two of us said our ‘good nights’ and each headed to bed.*
Sāliħah Ayyūb sat at the breakfast table looking like her prim & proper self.
Her hair and make-up were perfectly done, and she had on one of her more expensive pantsuits in anticipation for an important meeting in just over an hour.
“Good morning, Bhāījān,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said with a loving smile as I came down.
I smiled back and gave Sāliħah Ayyūb a kiss on the forehead before sitting down to eat.
“Morning Sāliħah Ayyūb! I must say, you look extra wonderful this morning. In addition, thank you for making me this breakfast. Did I ever tell you that you’re one of my favorite cookz?”
“Well, aren’t you cheerful this morning,” Sāliħah Ayyūb noted smiling cunningly. “I don’t think you’ve ever thanked me for cooking, let alone complimenting me for it, or my looks. Please don’t tell me that you’ve been possessed.”
“I can’t help that I’m in a great mood. Especially after last night,” I smiled before digging in to my food.
“Oh, of course. That. It was a pretty outrageous night, I’ll admit. And we both certainly got what we wanted out of it, no matter how taboo it was.”
“Does that mean you’ve pleasured yourself afterwards?” I asked with a smile.
“I guess there’s no point in denying it. The answer is yes, I did fuck after you left, and it was great. I know it isn’t something that an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law should ever do with you, but it’s our little secret right?”
“You bet it is. In addition, speaking of which, can we do it again really quick? I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night, or all morning after I woke up. I could really use the relief before I go to work.”
“Didn’t I say to not ask me about it again?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked in a peeved tone. “Besides, you looked like you released a healthy amount of sperm last night into me, your own sister in law, Musalmān or otherwise. So I refuse to believe that you need any type of ‘relief’ so soon.”
I gave Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, a serious look.
“Sāliħah Ayyūb, the amount that I shot last night is what I consider to be normal. I usually cum that much once or twice a day if I have to. Moreover, after what we did last night, my body is practically on overdrive. I won’t be able to concentrate at work today if I can’t get off the way I need to.”
“Well then just fuck the way you normally do. It’s not exactly rocket science.”
“I know that, but you’ve really raised the bar after showing me your breasts. I’ve wanted to see that for a really long time. Simply using my imagination or looking at pictures just won’t cut it for the time being.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb sighed and gave me a playful smile.
“Fine. You’ve made your case. I guess this is partly my fault for starting this whole thing. But make it quick since I have an important meeting to attend soon. I know you can last forever, if you don’t wish to explode.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb stood up and placed her hands around the lining of her jacket, preparing to take it off.
But just as Sāliħah Ayyūb did that, Sāliħah Ayyūb stopped.
“You know, it would take too much time for me to remove my entire top and put it back on afterwards. Plus I don’t want to get any wrinkles on them. Do you mind if show you my lower region instead? Would that work for you?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked.
My eyes lit up at Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s counter-offer.
“Hmm…That’s not a bad idea. That’s even better instead. That would definitely work, sure.”
Her hands moved down to the top button of her pants.
She undid the button, pulled her zipper down, and let her pants fall to her ankles.
“Good,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said. “Then it should help you to finish faster. As I’ve said, I have an important business meeting this morning which I can’t be late for.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb brought her fingers to the top of her panties and yanked them down, letting them fall to her ankles as well, exposing her cleanly shaven Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān crotch along with her bare vagina.
“Like what you see?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked proudly.
“Like? Hell, Sāliħah Ayyūb. I love it,” I replied gushingly. “Your labia and clit look so…so…sexy. They look sexier than some of the College Musalmān Beauties even I’ve been fucking lately.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“Thank you for the nice complement. Now let me start stroking. I’m a busy Business Woman and I haven’t got all day here.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb herself swiftly pulled my shorts down to free my raging Hindu hard-on.
Allah, how she loved to do it.
How the hell Sāliħah Ayyūb herself was dying to have an opportunity to play with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Now, it was the time.
I leaned back on my chair and Sāliħah Ayyūb started stroking me for both my own pleasure and Sāliħah Ayyūb’s too.
Sāliħah Ayyūb then pressed her rear-end against the table and spread her vaginal Musalmān lips slightly apart for me to get a better look.
She loved teasing me and having that power over me.
After all, I myself was teasing her too, fucking her young Musalmān daughter, instead of her.
And it worked.
My eyes were glued to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womanhood and wetness as Sāliħah Ayyūb stroked me even harder.
“That looks like fun” Sāliħah Ayyūb said, licking her lips at me.
“You bet it is,” I replied, staring at Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s open extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. “Do you want to try it? Ya know, stroke it for me while stroking me too simultaneously?”
“I couldn’t. That would be crossing the line a little too much. Watching is one thing, but actually touching…”
I stopped Sāliħah Ayyūb in her mid-sentence.
“No one has to know remember? Isn’t that what you said to me? It’ll be our secret, Sāliħah Ayyūb. Trust me.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb gave me a skeptical, yet excited look.
It was a look that said,
‘Why the heck not?’
“Okay,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied softly. “You only live once right?”
Sāliħah Ayyūb reached down and took my throbbing penis once again in her hand.
Her heart raced as Sāliħah Ayyūb crossed ‘that line’ once more.
My heart raced as well.
It was the first time in her life that she had ever given a Hindu a handjob, and it was with her very own ‘son in law’(?) at that.
It was an INCESTUOUS handjob.
“Thank you, Sāliħah Ayyūb. That feels so good,” I moaned. “Stroke it harder, Sāliħah Ayyūb, faster.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb heeded my words and gave me what I wanted, what I needed to feel in order to cum.
Sāliħah Ayyūb gripped me tighter and stroked me.
She loved how my eyes went from being glued to her open Musalmān vagina, to being closed shut because of the ashvinātam pleasure I was receiving from her.
And most of all, Sāliħah Ayyūb loved having complete and utter sexual control over me.
“Eīshān! God…I’m going to cum…Faster Sāliħah Ayyūb…harder…”
Sāliħah Ayyūb did the cruel thing now.
Instead of increasing, she slowed down.
“What are you doing Sāliħah Ayyūb?!” I panted angrily. “Sālī, I need to cum sooo bad.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled and stroked me slower. “I kind of like torturing you. It’s fun watching you suffer like this.”
“Please…” I demanded. “I’ll do you for a week! I’ll do you anywhere you would damn demand! Just let me cum, Sālī!”
“Hmmm…That’s not a bad deal. I accept.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb’s hand went in full motion and she furiously jerked me off.
She quickly found that I wasn’t joking when I said that I really needed to cum, and that I often produce large amounts of sperm, as my orgasm shot wildly in the air and onto her hand and on my clothes.
“Eīshān! Oh God!!!” I yelled.
Sāliħah Ayyūb didn’t stop stroking until every last drop of my 64 year old utmost experienced Hindu cum was drained from my body.
Sāliħah Ayyūb loved every second of it.
“Feel better now?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked me rhetorically.
“Eīshān! God, I feel like a new man,” I panted. “I feel like I’m swimming in the ocean.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb laughed and pulled her pants up.
“Well, you’re certainly swimming in something right now, but it’s definitely not water.”
“Oh…right…” I replied, looking down at my own mess.
“Did you at least like doing it for me?”
“It’s not a bad way to start my morning. It’s a fantasy of mine too, remember?”*
Before Sāliħah Ayyūb left, Sāliħah Ayyūb looked me straight in the eyes and licked her fingers clean, tasting my Hindu cum.
Sāliħah Ayyūb savored it and rolled it around in her mouth while I watched in delight as my sophisticated extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law ate my legendary Hindu cum.
“Yum…You taste extremely good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to wash up and head to the office. Have a great day,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said as Sāliħah Ayyūb left the kitchen with a huge grin on her face.*
Her fantasy had finally come true.
Not only did Sāliħah Ayyūb get to watch a Hindu fuck twice while admiring her body, but Sāliħah Ayyūb got to fuck me with her own hand.
On top of that, the fact that it was I who Sāliħah Ayyūb did it to only made things that much more taboo, but in a good way.
It was all Sāliħah Ayyūb could think about while Sāliħah Ayyūb was at work.
After a busy day in the office, Sāliħah Ayyūb came home and immediately kicked off her shoes and breathed a sight of relief.
But just when Sāliħah Ayyūb thought she was ready for a break, I came to greet her at the door.
“Hey Sāliħah Ayyūb!” I smiled. “Have a good day at work?”
“Hmmm…Greeting me at the door and asking how my day went? I guess I should start giving you handjobs more often, maybe then you’ll start helping with the household problems regularly,” Sāliħah Ayyūb joked.
“I hope you’re being serious because I really like that arrangement,” I said, flashing another smile. “Maybe we can start now? I’m feeling a little pent up again.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb looked shocked.
“Again? After all you came last night and this morning?”
“As I said, that’s normal for me. And I could really use your hand for another round of relief.”
I didn’t wait for Sāliħah Ayyūb’s reply before pulling down my shorts and underwear to reveal my semi-erect Uncut Hindu Cock in the living room, while the late-afternoon sun was still shining through the windows.
“Jeez! Durgesh! Put that thing away before someone outside sees us.”
I shrugged off her worries.
“What’s the big deal? We could just close the curtains and no one would know.”
“What have I created?” Sāliħah Ayyūb jokingly asked. “I had no idea anyone could be so sexually active; your younger Musalmān Brother, Muħammad Zahīr, definitely wasn’t.”
“You haven’t created anything,” I playfully replied. “I’ve always been a horny little hyper sexual. Nevertheless, what you did yesterday was kind of like giving alcohol to someone genetically pre-dispositioned to be an alcoholic. It’s the same equivalence. You got me hooked. So this is technically your fault, Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb sighed,
“I guess I’m finding out the downside of paying for that expensive education of yours, isn’t it, Durgesh? You’re becoming too smart for your own good, everyoung Hindu old man.”
“The way I see it see, we both have the same mutual-masturbation fetish anyway. So what’s the harm?”
Sāliħah Ayyūb paused and gave me that stern extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in lawly look.
“Well, I guess there’s no point in arguing anymore. And I suppose it’s not a bad way to unwind after a stressful day at work either. Close the curtains and I’ll take care of that Hindu hard-on for you once again.”
Before those last words could escape her lips, I marched over to the windows with my Uncut Hindu Penis flopping around and quickly closed the curtains.
“Well, that was fast,” Sāliħah Ayyūb noted smiling cunningly.
I pulled off my t-shirt to get completely naked and I sat down on the couch.
“This is way better than getting presents on my birthday. So why wouldn’t I go fast?”
“Your still ever youthful Hindu enthusiasm never gets old,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied with a loving smile. “You know, I didn’t expect things to happen the way that it has, or for this to happen as often as it is, but I suppose there’s no harm in enjoying it.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb then put one hand on her business jacket, pinching the button.
Her another hand was on top of the zipper to her pants.
“Breasts or vagina? It’s your choice, and you can only pick one,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said to me.
“Can’t I see both of them at the same time?”
“Nope, don’t forget that I’m still your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law, and not your girlfriend or your plaything. There’s got to be some boundaries even now, you know.”
“Your extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt then,” I replied. “And since you’re showing only one thing, do you think you could at least throw in a little bonus for me? You set a really high bar this morning.”
“Fine. I’ll use my hand.”
“I was thinking a little more than that. Maybe you could let me…go inside?”
“Excuse me?” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied in a stunned tone of voice. “I most certainly will not have sex with you ever young Hindu old man. In spite of everything we’ve done, I am still your…”
“I know, I know Sāliħah Ayyūb. It doesn’t exactly have to be sex. Just think of it as you giving me a handjob like earlier today, but instead of using your hand, it’ll be with your extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt instead. Think about it. A handjob with your extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb gave me a puzzled, yet playful look, as Sāliħah Ayyūb attempted to decode what I had just said.
“A handjob with my extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt huh? That’s new. And I thought I had heard it all…”
“Anything to have s─…uh…I mean…anything to make Sāliħah Ayyūb feel good. This is more for you than it is for me. I hope you know that,” I said with as much charm as I could muster.
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled and raised her eyebrow,
“Really? This is more for me, huh? If that’s the case, then I better have a mind-blowing orgasm when this is done. If I do, you might get a little reward after.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb undid the button and zipper of her expensive pants, and after Sāliħah Ayyūb took them off, Sāliħah Ayyūb neatly folded it and placed in on a nearby chair.
Sāliħah Ayyūb took a deep breath and did the same with her panties, leaving her completely bare from the waist down except for the pantyhose on her calves and feet.
Before Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, walked over to me, Sāliħah Ayyūb posed and modeled for me, teasing me, and making herself feel even more attractive and desired, thanks to the look in my eyes.
“Eīshān! God, you’re so fucking beautiful Sāliħah Ayyūb,” I stated emphatically.
“Thanks darling,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said as Sāliħah Ayyūb moved to hover over me. “And I didn’t want to tell you this earlier, but you’re a lot bigger than your younger Musalmān Brother, Muħammad Zahīr, is down there, and he’s the only man I had ever slept with. So please be gentle with me…My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān lady friends say, you just all but kill them pounding into them nonstop constantly.”
With that, Sāliħah Ayyūb placed both feet on opposite ends of the cushions on the couch, and slowly lowered herself to my massive Hindu hard-on.
Her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was spread wide open.
I used my hands to make sure that my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock was pointed straight towards Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s ardent Musalmān womanhood as it descended.
Once her labia and pink insides touched the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock, Sāliħah Ayyūb paused for a Moment, before continuing to lower herself, inch by inch, until the entire length of my Uncut Hindu Cock was inside her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Allah Allah! Oh my…you’re so big, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! …It’s been so long…” Sāliħah Ayyūb moaned.
I reached around to grab her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass to pull her forward.
“I can tell. You’re so fucking tight and wet Sāliħah Ayyūb. I’m horny as hell right now.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb became even wetter as Sāliħah Ayyūb heard me string those words together;
‘tight, wet, and Sāliħah Ayyūb.’
No matter how either of us tried to rationalize this, it finally struck her that we were actually fucking.
I was inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body stretching her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cuntl walls.
Nevertheless, Sāliħah Ayyūb didn’t care how bad it was, it felt good.
It felt amazing.
It felt right.
Sāliħah Ayyūb slowly started rocking her hips while we looked each other straight in the eyes.
With every gyration Sāliħah Ayyūb gave, she felt my raging Hindu hard-on go that much deeper inside her ravenous Musalmān body.
As her dripping wet extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt began to loosen and relax, Sāliħah Ayyūb began to thrust even harder.
Our arms were wrapped tightly around each other and we felt each other’s breath on one another’s lips.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, Sāliħah Ayyūb…this feels so fucking good…I love this Sāliħah Ayyūb…”
“Just relax,” Sāliħah Ayyūb moaned. “Enjoy the moment. I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.”
Our holy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law/Hindu brother in law coupling became even hotter and more intense.
Sāliħah Ayyūb remembered how it all started when Sāliħah Ayyūb, watched me fuck her own young Musalmān daughter.
Now here Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was, herself fucking me.
Seeing me under her sexual control made her feel aroused in a way that Sāliħah Ayyūb had never felt before, and it was taking its toll on both of us.
Soon, Sāliħah Ayyūb recognized the tell-tale signs she knew all to well from her ex-husband, as well as a burning sensation between her own legs.
“Sāliħah Ayyūb…I’m going to cum…”
“I know honey, my new Hindu Kħasam ….I know…Just let it out. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I want your Hindu cum inside me.”
Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, watched my eyes roll back and felt my Hindu body arch.
Soon, she felt a massive load of my Hindu cum fill deepest inside her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Her own body gave a similar reaction to mine.
She felt her muscles spasm, and her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt having a strong burning sensation.
It was the best orgasm she felt in years, if not the best orgasm Sāliħah Ayyūb ever had.
Fluids rushed down from deepest inside her.
Every inch of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body wanted her to scream out loud, but instead, Sāliħah Ayyūb planted a big sloppy wet kiss on my Hindu mouth for the very first time.
It was an ashvinātam kiss that made every extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in lawly kiss Sāliħah Ayyūb had ever given me on the cheek or forehead absolutely pale in comparison.
“That was so amazing,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said in between kisses as we both calmed down. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.”
“Thank you, Sāliħah Ayyūb. I think I’ve already told you this before, but you’re the coolest, Sāliħah Ayyūb, ever.
Sāliħah Ayyūb gave me another kiss and got up, letting my surprisingly still erect Uncut Hindu Penis just plop out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body, leaving a trail of both of our orgasms dripping down.
“Thanks. You’re sweet. But I really need a hot shower right about now. Oh, and I almost forgot…”
Sāliħah Ayyūb bent down, took my wet erect Uncut Hindu Penis in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and quickly sucked the fluids off.
Her tongue quickly ran laps around the sensitive area of my head and around the length of the shaft.
“Oh fuck…” I panted as Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, finished using her mouth on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“There, méré Hindu Piyā, now you don’t have to go through the troubles of wiping anything off,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said with a naughty Musalmān wink.
“Sāliħah Ayyūb, Sālī, Next time we get to do something together, I want that! Your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth around my Uncut Hindu Lund feels as good as your extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt does.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“Well, you’ll have your chance sooner rather than later. Let’s start packing your stuff and put them in my bedroom/our bedroom from now on, I mean. With an Uncut Hindu Cock like yours, you’ll be sleeping in my bed from now on.”
I watched as my classy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law turned away, still smiling, picked up her pants and left.
Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was still naked from the waist down.
My eyes were locked onto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān rear-end, as her luscious ass checks swayed from side to side, as Sāliħah Ayyūb headed up the stairs.
She remembered how her Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān daughter, Amīnah Zahīr, had seduced me madly.*
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