The Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband:27

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Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband

Durgesh

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Chapter 27

Durgesh Al Furqān Al Firdaus
Bahoo Bégum’s Bed

I climbed into bed and closed my eyes.
I was tired, but had a hard time going to sleep.
I knew what was going on in all of the other bedrooms and I had to admit that I was horny.
I was as horny as hell.
I thought about taking care of myself, calling some young Musalmān lady that too needed me, but I was in Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s bed and I just didn’t want to do it there.

It took me some time to relax finally.
That’s when lying in Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s bed helped.
It smelled of her and reminded me of how she used to help me calm down and fall asleep when I reassured her of my stepson’s cruelty to her.
In fact, Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s bed was where Ħabībah and I used to climb in when Ħabībah had nightmares.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, would play with our hair until we fell asleep.

I’m not sure how long I slept before I heard someone enter the room.
It was pitch black and whoever it was didn’t seem to be interested in putting on the light despite stumbling.
I couldn’t quite remember what I was dreaming about, but I knew it was sexual.
I was disappointed that my sleep was interrupted.

I opened my mouth and almost started to ask what was going on, but I stopped myself when I realized that there was no reason for someone to come in here in the middle of the night.
I briefly played with the idea that it might be a burglar, but the person was far too noisy for that.
It had to be one of the people sleeping over.

I reviewed who was in the house and a thought came to me.
I felt myself stiffen instantly.
Could it be?
Would she do this?

I thought the answer to both questions obvious.
I remembered the way Sabīħah Åbbās looked at me, and what she said.
It had to be her.
The question was, what should I do about it?
She was sneaking into the room I was sleeping in, her intent obvious, but she was Ashok’s Musalmān girlfriend.

‘Maybe Ashok knows.
Maybe they decided to do what she said.
Maybe Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, is going to get Sabīħah Åbbās’s sister while I get Sabīħah Åbbās,’ I thought suddenly, but then frowned and added, ‘That’s a hell of a lot of maybes.’

I was still wrestling with myself on what to do when she climbed into bed next to me.
All the sexual tension from before, returned in full and I reached for her.
Sabīħah Åbbās was Ashok’s Musalmān girl and we were in Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s bed, but I was too worked up to think or worry about it anymore.
I aggressively pulled her into a fierce passionate kiss before she could say anything.
She was naked and tasted strongly of alcohol.
Naked?
Wow, what the hell more I wanted/needed?

Sabīħah Åbbās stiffened at first when I kissed her.
I guess she was surprised I was awake.
She relaxed quickly enough though and ended up being a good kisser despite being drunk.
She moaned softly into my mouth as I started rubbing her ever excellent ever erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts.
They felt larger than I remembered.
She took my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and started stroking it as she did with Ashok earlier.
It was my turn to moan.

I pulled off my shirt, sweats, and dropped them on the floor.
We were both obviously beyond the need of foreplay.
I rolled on top of her and Sabīħah Åbbās spread her beautiful Musalmān legs wide.
The scent of her excitement spread and despite being ready, I couldn’t stop myself from taking a Moment to taste her.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund dipped deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot and she cried out.
Sabīħah Åbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot was surprisingly hairy.
I liked it.

“Yes! It’s been so long!”

I froze at the words.
The voice wasn’t Sabīħah Åbbās’s!
My mind took seconds to function before it could wrap around the truth.
I was lying here with my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund between Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s legs!
Eīshān! Oh my God!
She was supposed to be out of town!
One more successful conspiracy from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
Why the hell she is so much after my Musalmān stepsons’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful ardent Musalmān wives, my Bahū Bégums, my daughters in law now?
As soon as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan succeeded in seducing me, she targeted my other Musalmān stepdaughters too.
One by one, she made most of them my Live In Relationship partners.
My entire efforts to keep platonic relationship with my Musalmān stepdaughters were deliberately conspiratorially backfired due to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad’s constant adverse efforts.
They constantly preached my Musalmān till stepdaughters that I am not their real father and that’s what counts actually.
Offense is the best defense ever.
Never call me ‘father/Dad/Papa’.
Never accept me ‘father/Dad/Papa’.
And to show it to everyone, the best way is seduce Durgesh and make Durgesh your Live In Relationship partner.
No daughter can do it ever to his father.
The ultimate act thus itself would prove you never accepted Durgesh your father.
That’s what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself did.
That’s what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan expects from them to do.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan succeeded in most of the cases.
She even succeeded in breaking the marriages of them who married Musalmīn despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s utmost adverse efforts.
Then deliberately created the situations so that they too became my Live In Relationship partners ultimately.
And now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is targeting my Musalmān Bahū Bégums…
“Allah! Don’t stop now, Durgesh!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried, using both of her hands to pull my nude Hindu waist against her.
I didn’t know what to do.
This was wrong, so very wrong!

‘Or is it?’ I suddenly asked myself.
I mean, I knew it was wrong, but obviously, Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, liked what I was doing.
I loved her and if it brought her pleasure, maybe right and wrong didn’t come into it.
Besides, she tasted amazing on my Uncut Hindu Lund !
“Please!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried. “I’m close! Come on, you brute! How can you leave me now thus unsatisfied? Aren’t you even humane, beast?”
I tentatively started fucking again almost without realizing it.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, groaned and pulled my mouth against her even harder.
Durgesh, or whoever the hell you are, you have the nicest Uncut Hindu Lund ! Hell, you must be Durgesh, none else! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is amazing! Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!”*

I thought.
‘She must be very drunk,’
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, wasn’t the type to drink or sleep around.
I knew that.
In fact, she’d only Moments ago said that it had been a long time since she’d been with a man.
She obviously wasn’t thinking straight right now, but she would in time.
“Oh!” she gasped. “I’m going to orgasm soon!”
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot became even wetter and the young Musalmān taste and the tightness around my Uncut Hindu Lund overwhelmed me.

I refocused my attention on what I was doing.
I was quickly rewarded with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s fragrant Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān cum.
She cried out as her orgasm took her.
The sound made me smile, almost proudly.
No matter what else, I’d given Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, a Moment of ecstasy, at least.
“That’s amazing! Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!” she murmured involuntarily.
I could hear the contentment in her voice, but I also realized that she wanted more.
So did me.
‘I can’t feel this way about Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum! It’s so wrong!’ I thought.
Yet, I felt what I felt.
‘No!’

I knew it was time to leave despite my own excitement.
The only problem was that Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, wrapped her hand around my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and she started stroking it again before I could figure out how to make my escape.
A few Moments later Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, kissed me, and all thoughts of leaving her at once then and there, disappeared.
I couldn’t help it.
I was too a human being after all.
I couldn’t be an impotent at least.

I was amazed at how excited kissing Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, made me feel.
It didn’t make sense!
She was Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, and I couldn’t do this with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum.
Only I was and it felt incredible.
Her tongue danced in my mouth and I moaned.
I was lying on my back now and after a few minutes; I felt Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, start to shift on top of me.
I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t ready for that.
Not with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum!
I pushed her off.
“Men!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, laughed. “You’re all the same. It doesn’t matter how many years have passed.”
I didn’t know what she was talking about until she took my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.

Eīshān!!’ I cried silently. ‘Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, is giving me a blowjob!’
The fact that she was very good at it only made it worse.

I moaned and rested one hand on Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s head.
She didn’t need any direction, but it felt good to have my fingers intertwined with her curly, blond hair.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was a full figured woman, yet not fat in any sense of the word.
She went to the gym every night and stayed trim.
She said it was because of her job, but I knew that Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was proud of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān figure.

My orgasm grew close very quickly.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, continued to suck my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund as if she had gone crazy.
She also massaged my Hindu balls with one hand.
It didn’t take long for me to cum in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, drank it all down.
“I hope you don’t take long to recover,” she said afterward as she rolled onto her back. “I need this. It’s been a very long time and I’ve had a horrible last couple of days.”

I wondered what happened that made them horrible, but there was no way to find out without letting her know who I was.
So instead, I kissed Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, again.
She was obviously excited because her tongue danced wildly in my mouth.
“Oh very nice!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried when she felt my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund hardening again.
This time she tried to shift me on top of her.
I helped despite my uncertainty.
She sighed contently when she felt my weight on her and added,
“I’m ready!”

The question was, was I?
Would I really have sex with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum?
I knew she needed it and frankly, I was horny as hell, but what would happen tomorrow?
How would we deal when we were both sober?
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was rubbing my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund up and down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
“Please don’t tease me!” she begged, and the next thing I knew I was pushing inside Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum.
None of my questions or fears had been addressed, but I was beyond caring at the Moment.

Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was pretty tight, but she was so excited that it didn’t take me long to push all the way in.
I didn’t want to think about the only other time I’d been inside Al Furqān Al Firdaus; my Bahoo Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
Instead, I started stroking in and out of her.
“Yes!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried. “You’re so big!”

Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, wrapped her beautiful Musalmān legs around my hips and pulled me deeper.
She also raked my back with her nails.
It got worse the closer she came to orgasm.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried. “I’m cumming!”
I was pretty sure she drew blood with her nails.

My own orgasm was still far off.
I wanted to bring Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, pleasure and my own excitement was obvious, but this just wasn’t right.
Don’t get me wrong.
What we were doing felt amazing and was driving me crazy.
I just couldn’t finish, not like this.

Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, thrashed under me as her orgasm took her.
I held her through it and kept my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pressed as deeply as it would go.
It took Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, a surprisingly long time to finish.
As if, it was infinity.
She said, sounding almost as if she were crying. “Thank you, I really needed that.”

I refused to get off her or pull out.
In fact, it wasn’t long before I started gently moving in and out of her again.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, responded slowly.
“Again?” she asked in surprise.
I pushed in deeper in reply, causing her to mean,
“You are something else!”

I continued to work her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot until her excitement grew to the point where she was once again scratching my back.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot was hot and wet!
It felt as if my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was an iron-like rod being thrust in and out of a furnace.
It was amazing!
I wanted to cum inside Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, but I knew that there was only one way I’d be able to do that.
She needed to know the truth.
Could I do it?
How could I not?
“You are beautiful,” I said.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, stopped scratching my back.
My words were sinking in past her alcohol-filled mind.
“I love you.”
Durgesh?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, asked tentatively.
“Yes, Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum,” I answered. “It’s me.”
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried and pushed against me wildly.
I wouldn’t let her get up, but she spun around and buried herself into the bed.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pulled free and I groaned.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, calm down,” I said.
“Get off!” she cried.
“No, you’ve already compelled me to do everything. Nothing is left there to stop now.” I said, surprising us both.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was still hard and wedged between her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass cheeks.
“This is so wrong!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, whimpered.
“It’s already done,” I replied gravely. “And don’t say you didn’t love every minute of it! The bed is soaked.”
“How could you?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, asked.
“I didn’t know it was you at first,” I replied. “What’s your excuse? Just who did you think was in your bed?
“I didn’t think!” she moaned. “I’m drunk.”
“I know,” I said more gently.
Durgesh, please get off me?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, asked more calmly, but she was obviously still in shock.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, we’ve already done the worst we can,” I said. “And it was amazing! I need to cum in you. Please let me.”
“No! Never!” she cried. “You’re my father in law!”
“I’m also the man whose back you scratched in passion as I drove you to orgasm,” I said curtly, rather rudely even somewhat.
“We can’t!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, said, but it was obvious she was weakening.
I knew that tone of voice.
All I needed to do was be patient and I’d get my way.
I learned that a long time ago.
The only problem was that I couldn’t.
I shifted my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund to the entrance of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
“You wouldn’t!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried.
I thrust my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund deepest.
“Stop!”

I ignored her cries.
She would always be Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, but right now, she was also a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān woman I wanted desperately, needed desperately.

She tried to get out from under me, but I held her in place.
She fought harder, but her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot became wetter with every passing second.
“This is so wrong!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, moaned as she finally stopped fighting and lifted her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān buttocks slightly to give me better access.
I smiled and pushed in deeper.
“You’re right!” I grunted, and then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “But that’s not going to stop you from cumming again. Me either.”
“Oh yes!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, groaned. “Cum in me! I want to feel a man fill me again!”
“Even if that man is your father in law, a Hindu?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
She came to her senses and fought briefly once more, but I held her in place until her need took control again.
It wasn’t very long.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was too excited to let her sense of right and wrong get in the way.
I drove into her over and over again.
Durgesh, your legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is so big!” she moaned. “And you’ve found my weakness, just like your stepson did all those years ago.”

Chapter 28
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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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