The Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband:29Posted: April 11, 2014
I smiled at Lubnā Salīm.
“Where is Muħammad Ashfāq, by the way?” I asked.
“Still at Åāliyah Fārūq and Åbdul Waħīd‘s place,” Lubnā Salīm said. “He wanted to give us time alone together. Shall I call him and tell him to come home?”
I nodded gravely.
I hated to cuckold anyone.
I wanted to talk with Muħammad Ashfāq.
When Muħammad Ashfāq returned to the condo, he found the living room empty.
“Hello, I’m home,” he called out.
“We’re in the bedroom, honey. Come on in!” his white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife replied.
Lubnā Salīm was already naked.
She was kneeling in front of me, pulling my briefs down to my ankles.
She looked at my penis and giggled.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! My God, Muħammad Ashfāq, Durgesh is completely soft and bigger than you are completely hard! Moreover, Durgesh is already sixty five. Can you believe it ever, dear?”
At about 6.5 inches soft, my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund arched away from my abdomen, hanging heavily between my legs.
Lubnā Salīm started stroking the smooth Hindu skin, turning me toward the bed so that she could sit on the edge and be at a better height.
She took my Uncut Hindu Cock into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and started sucking it while she twirled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue around the Hindu head.
I looked down as the petite redhead caressed my Uncut Hindu Cock as it started to swell and harden.
Lubnā Salīm was slender and athletic, with a flat, tight stomach yet big Musalmān breasts.
I saw that each of her pink nipples had been pierced with a small silver barbell.
I stiffened at the sight and the sensation of Lubnā Salīm’s mouth, stretched to its limit, sliding up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock, taking me deeper with each stroke.
“Muħammad Ashfāq, get naked and get over here,” Lubnā Salīm commanded.
Muħammad Ashfāq obliged, tossing his clothes in a heap on the floor. “Lie on your back with your head toward the edge of the bed,” Lubnā Salīm said, and Muħammad Ashfāq complied.
Lubnā Salīm stopped sucking my big Uncut Hindu Cock for a moment as she straddled Muħammad Ashfāq’s face and lowered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to his mouth, then resumed her oral attention to the now fully-erect 10 inch Hindu monster as Muħammad Ashfāq eagerly began licking his white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife.
After a few minutes, Lubnā Salīm squeezed my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, looked up at me and said,
“Fuck me now,” as she moved off Muħammad Ashfāq’s head and lay down on the bed.
Muħammad Ashfāq stood, walked to a chair, pulled it close to the bed and then sat in.
I lay carefully between Lubnā Salīm’s legs and rubbed the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, wet with Muħammad Ashfāq’s saliva and her own lubrication.
I noticed that her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot was shaved completely bare except for a small triangle of bright red pubic hair higher up on her lower abdomen, like an arrow pointing the way below.
I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot open and slid the head in, then began to push forward.
To my surprise, Lubnā Salīm opened and took me into herself, gripping my Uncut Hindu Cock tightly as I entered.
With a hard push, I slid in all the way, Lubnā Salīm issuing a long, low groan as I filled her.
I slowly stroked my big Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of my diminutive bed partner, amazed that she seemed to be taking all of me so well.
I raised her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks slightly and pushed even deeper.
“Ohhh, Durgesh, Allah, you feel amazing,” Lubnā Salīm moaned. “My Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot is so completely full of your stunning Uncut Hindu Cock!” She felt overwhelmed as her Hindu lover rode her steadily, pumping myself in and out of her.
All of a sudden, Lubnā Salīm felt the rush of an orgasm approach seemingly out of nowhere.
It overwhelmed her in an instant, sending shock waves from her head to her toes, which were curling so hard they almost cramped.
“Allah! Oh God, Måshā Allah, oh God, Subħān Allah, oh God,” she grunted like a Mantr as her orgasm crested, receded and then crested again.
Lubnā Salīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot spasmed on my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, but I simply continued to push in and out in the same slow steady motion.
I suddenly gripped her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks in one arm and lifted up, rolling over onto my back, whereupon I spun her around so she was facing her husband, her beautiful Musalmān legs spread wide so that Muħammad Ashfāq could see her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as it was engorged with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Lubnā Salīm rode up and down as I lifted her by her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh my God, Muħammad Ashfāq, I’m so full of Durgesh’s huge Uncut Hindu Lund,” she moaned. “You’ve never filled me up like this ― it’s sooo good. Can you see your white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot filled up with Durgesh’s big Hindu bull Uncut Hindu Cock? Well? Can you?”
Muħammad Ashfāq nodded, mesmerized by what he was seeing.
Lubnā Salīm smiled viciously.
“How do you like being a cuckold, Muħammad Ashfāq? How do you like seeing your white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife cuckold you with a Hindu man?”
Muħammad Ashfāq stammered an incoherent response, then took a breath and said clearly,
“It’s amazing, Wallah, just amazing.”
Lubnā Salīm started to orgasm a second time, fucking My unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund harder and harder.
“Oh watch, Muħammad Ashfāq, I’m coming again!” she groaned, losing herself in the moment as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamped down hard on my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
For the first time, I felt a twinge of an orgasm lurking in the background, and grunted as I did.
Lubnā Salīm, sensing it, started to fuck me harder.
“Cum in me, Durgesh,” she wailed. “Fill my tight white Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womb with your Hindu cum!”
Her orgasm simply went on and on, as I thrust up into her as she pushed herself back down.
She felt me get even harder and knew she was about to get her wish.
I let myself go, pumping faster and faster into Lubnā Salīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as I felt my climax building at the base of my spine.
Finally, with a guttural roar, I erupted with jet after jet of hot Hindu sperm shooting out of my Uncut Hindu Cock and into Lubnā Salīm’s ardent Musalmān womb.
Lubnā Salīm was screaming as I climaxed, finally sinking back down onto me in sheer orgasmic exhaustion.
I slowly lifted her off my still turgid Uncut Hindu Cock, leaning her back so my cum would not run out all at once.
I carefully placed Lubnā Salīm on the edge of the bed with her beautiful Musalmān legs splayed wide apart.
Lubnā Salīm slowly stroked her Musalmān clitoris and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips, feeling electric jolts as she did so.
Then she looked at her cuckold Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ashfāq, and grinned wickedly.
“Look at my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, Muħammad Ashfāq. I’m just gaping wide open.” She contracted her vaginal muscles and a steady thick stream of my Hindu semen started to flow out. “Look at all this Hindu cum, baby,” she said. “Your white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s flooded with Hindu bull semen and you’re now a cuckold. And I think you love it as much as I do.”
Muħammad Ashfāq could only nod at first, but eventually choked out his reply.
He laughed even entirely unashamed of anything.
“Yes,” Muħammad Ashfāq said, “yes, I do love being cuckolded by a huge Hindu bull Uncut Hindu Cock. It’s amazing.”
Lubnā Salīm smiled, seeing Muħammad Ashfāq’s erection.
“Poor baby needs relief,” she said. “Come over here and lick my used Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.”
Her husband needed no encouragement and approached the bed, slipping his tongue into her dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
He groaned as he felt how loose Lubnā Salīm was, and how slippery she felt.
“I can’t really feel your tongue in me, sweetie, but you just go ahead and lick me anyway.”
A minute later, Muħammad Ashfāq was already shooting his own cum out of Lubnā Salīm‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot while I beaming gathered my clothes together and slipped out of the bedroom.
“See you tomorrow,” Lubnā Salīm called out as I left.*
I smiled, holding Al Furqān Al Firdaus close afterward.
“Tomorrow we’ll deal with the repercussions. I know there’ll be some of them. I’m not stupid.”
“I know,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, sighed.
She fell silent for a few minutes.
I was starting to nod off when she shook her head.
“What?” I asked.
“You do realize that what we’re doing is incest?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“Yes,” I admitted. “And you want to know the sick part?”
“What?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“The knowledge is only making it better,” I answered.
“For me too,” she admitted, almost too softly for me to hear. “And I’m the Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum. I know better.”
“So do I,” I shrugged. “I’m myself not an inexperienced kid. I’m the father in law, am I not?”
Al Furqān Al Firdaus laughed sarcastically.
We fell silent for a while.
“So much for being a good Musalmān girl,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed eventually.
“Hey, we didn’t plan this. It just happened,” I said. “There’s no sense is beating ourselves up after the fact.”
“It had to stop,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said.
“I agree,” I said.
“And you can’t sleep here tonight,” she added.
“I know,” I said. “I’ll sleep on the couch in the living room. Right after I take a shower.”
“Good,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, but I thought I heard a tinge of disappointment in her voice.
“You know Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” I said innocently. “I bet you could use a shower too, and your bathroom had the nice big walk in one.”
She looked at me and smiled slowly.
“Yes, it does,” she said. “I think I’ll use it first. You wait here. In addition, Wallāh, don’t you dare come in! I’m Al Furqān Al Firdaus, still your Bahū Bégum. And it would be wrong!”
I smiled sarcastically myself now.
I watched her walk to her bathroom and smiled once more.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus was seriously hot.
I’d always known it, but it never really registered until now.
Watching her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass wiggle, as she walked, made my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund stir despite my last orgasm.
I waited a few minutes until I heard her in the shower and then went to the door.
I turned the knob and it opened.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus hadn’t locked the door.
I smiled widely and went in.
“Oh Durgesh! What am I going to do with you?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked, hiding a smile.
She was standing under the shower as the water cascaded down her extremely beautiful soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān body.
I shook my head as I watched.
“I have a few ideas,” I replied moving toward Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?).
“Don’t you dare!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried. “You can’t come in here!”
Yet, I noticed she moved back from the door to give me room.
“Sālī! We’ll see about that!” I snapped, opening the door and stepping in.
I took nude Al Furqān Al Firdaus into my Hindu arms and kissed her roughly, as she started fighting me.
Oddly enough, despite her resisting me, somehow her hand found my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and her tongue thrust deep into my mouth.
This continued for some time.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, I want your excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass again!” I growled when I couldn’t take it any longer.
“No!” she cried, spinning away from me.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus ended up standing on her toes with her hands against one of the shower walls.
I looked at her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass and shook my head.
It was round and full.
My mouth literally watered.
“Please don’t kiss me down there again!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, letting me know what she wanted.
I dropped to my knees and kissed her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass cheeks, one by one, several times.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried out and thrust her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass out further, giving me better access.
She was more than ready already, but I took my time.
Her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass tasted amazing on my lips and she clearly like how it felt.
“What are you doing?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried as I stood and pushed my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund against the entrance to her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
“Taking a good Musalmān girl and making her my hyper sexual!” I growled.
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, fighting me.
I crushed her against the shower wall and shoved my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund deep into her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
I started riding Al Furqān Al Firdaus slowly.
Eventually she stopped fighting me.
I took her hair and pulled it into a ponytail.
Then I moved it to one side, giving me access to the back of her neck.
It was pale white because Al Furqān Al Firdaus always wore her hair down.
I kissed it.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus squirmed under me.
I kissed it and her squirms became more pronounced.
“What are you doing?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
The answer came without me realizing it.
“Marking what’s mine! Marking my hyper sexual!” I growled and started kissing hard on Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s neck.
The mark I would leave wouldn’t be seen by anyone else as long as she wore her hair down, but we’d both know it was there.
It was something that would last beyond tonight.
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, but she pushed her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass back hard against my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, forcing it in even deeper.
It meant Al Furqān Al Firdaus loved it actually.
“Yes!” I snapped, pulling back and looking at my handiwork.
She was marked, but it wasn’t dark enough.
I kissed her neck again.
“Durgesh, you are making us Musalmān girls very happy nowadays!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus gasped.
“I’d settle for you today!” I growled.
“I am happy!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus moaned. “It’s been so long since I had a real man and no one had ever gotten to me like you do!”
“Not even my damn fool criminal Musalmān stepson?” I asked.
“Not even him! He specifically never.” she groaned.
I could feel her fingers brush my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund as she played with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
She was getting close.
So was I.
I took Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s hips and started riding her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass hard.
She moaned loudly and came.
I continued to stroke in and out of her until she was done.
After that, I pulled out and spun her toward me.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes flashed hungrily as I pushed down on her shoulders.
She dropped to her knees and reached for my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, but I stopped her.
I held her head with one hand at arms distance and pointed my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund at her with the other as I brought myself to orgasm.
“Sālī! Open your mouth!” I demanded.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus did as she continued to watch me hungrily.
The first few ropes of my Hindu cum sprayed into her open Musalmān mouth.
Some of it made it into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, but obviously not enough for my Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?).
She pushed my hand away from and fell on my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
I grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth until I was done.
“You need to go,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said once I was able to half focus again.
“You’re mine,” I said, still a little blurred from my lust. “I marked you.”
“I remember,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “And I am yours, for tonight.”
“For as long as that mark remains,” I said.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus shook her head.
“I thought we agreed that this was just for tonight?” she asked.
My mind was finally functioning again, but that didn’t make me want to agree with her.
“It’s the smart thing to do,” I said, standing up straight.
I was a good five inches taller than Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?) was.
She looked up into my eyes nervously.
“But I’m not giving this up. I’m not giving you up.”
“And if I don’t want this to happen again?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“I’ll take you against your will,” I shrugged. “And you’ll love it.”
“I know you don’t mean that. You would never force me if I really didn’t want to.”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus” I sighed, looking at her. “I’m not sure if that’s true with you. You have no idea what you do to me.”
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” she said. “Go get some sleep.”
“Okay,” I said, but my mind wandered.
My concern must have been plain on my face, because Al Furqān Al Firdaus took my chin and made me look into her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes.
“Durgesh, don’t worry,” she said with a gentle smile. “I know you better than you know yourself. You really wouldn’t force me.”
“I hope you’re right,” I sighed.
“I am,” she said confidently, and then added more softly, “But even if I weren’t it wouldn’t matter. I’ll always want you. I just don’t think it’s the right thing to do.”
“It isn’t,” I agreed, relaxing slightly. “And you’re right. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
I kissed Al Furqān Al Firdaus one more time and slipped out of the shower.
I dried myself quickly and grabbed my sweats and tee shirt off the floor in her bedroom.
I put them on quickly and took one last look at Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s bed before leaving.
It was rumpled and stained with our pleasure.
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