Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 17Posted: November 25, 2014
And before I had time to object, not that it seemed likely that she would let me, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī dropped his head to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, cradling her quivering Musalmān buttocks in his hands.
Her whole Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was soaked; liberally splattered with a coating of foamed-up my whitish Hindu cum and her own female Musalmān offerings.
It looked delectable!
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī dived in.
His Musalmān tongue was at once getting busy as he swabbed up our Ashvinātam juices, quickly swallowing them as he went, causing Āmnah Azhar to cry out excitedly and to lift her hips up as if to greet Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s, her Musalmān husband’s, mouth.
Āmnah Azhar smiled triumphantly, proudly, ironically.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled too.
A woman is a woman after all.
She could be his Ammī, his Bājī, his younger sister, his wife, anyone.
They had the same smile, triumphant, proud, and sarcastic.
They think they had won Durgesh even.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thinks something else entirely different, none of them is aware of.
They don’t know what he is getting out of it.
She forced him first to lick her sexual secretions with that of Durgesh.
Even his Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, came later on.
She was startled.
She could not believe her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī thoroughly sophisticated Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter was enjoying the immense infamous Uncut Hindu Lund of the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.
Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, blackmailed her own daughter, Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī, to get Durgesh’s ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her still ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her ever-incompetent ‘Musalmān’ husband, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, couldn’t satisfy her sexually as much as she needed.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī learned a great bitterest lesson.
They refuse to accept this bitterest truth.
Yet, it’s true.
Incredible, yet, true!
They blackmailed each other for it.
After somewhat primary hesitations, ultimately everyone of them agreed.
He understands it now fully.
They sympathize with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
And Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiles secretly on their immensely foolish scientific ignorance.
They never knew what they produce thus as their Ashvinātam sexual secretions with Durgesh.*
That was Durgesh no doubt.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was watching it ever since his very childhood.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī slid past her clit, eliciting a groan of dismay as he did so but instead Al Nādir Al Ghāzī lowered his face as far as he could between her legs – her luscious long sleek legs that were already wrapping themselves over his shoulders.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī inhaled deeply of her exciting scents mixed with my Uncut Hindu Lund’s masculine fragrance too; the deep muskiness of hot flesh and the wild lustiness of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as it was lubricated generously.
Slowly Al Nādir Al Ghāzī moved upwards, nearer and ever nearer to her pussy, collecting even before he got there, trickles of her lovely lubrications mixed with mine.
“Lick me Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, please,” groaned Āmnah Azhar, “Use your tongue…”
‘Oh yes, Wallah, I’d use it, that was for sure!’ Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thought.
He began again near the bottom of her wet cleft, sliding upwards until he found her slippery little hole.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thrust his tongue inside, loving the feel of her quickly tightening flesh and the gushes of our Ashvinātam sex juices.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s mouth was wet as he moved higher up her pretty lips, licking first one side and then the other; carefully avoiding her clit for now, until Āmnah Azhar was almost screaming for more.
And now to the powerhouse of her arousal – to her clit and the wild orgasm that would inevitably follow mixed with Durgesh’s ever precious ever miraculous Hindu semen, his stimulation of that miniscule piece of stiffened flesh!
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī settled himself comfortably and made his approach – a long sweeping slide of his tongue from near her hole, right up until Al Nādir Al Ghāzī swept over her clit and off again, like a bird swooping down over a lake and rising away…
Āmnah Azhar jerked hard and cried out, her hands pulling his head back to her pleasure center.
Willingly Al Nādir Al Ghāzī now engulfed her whole clit in his mouth, his tongue tickling the tip while his lips squeezed the shaft of her mini-penis.
Āmnah Azhar cried out again, her hands pushing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī down to hold him in position.
“Yes Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, more, my boy – I’m so near!” she cried, her voice almost cracking up with emotion, “Please don’t stop!”
Quickly now Al Nādir Al Ghāzī concentrated all his attention on her clit, while now bringing a hand up to slide over her very lubricated lips.
Āmnah Azhar moaned loudly as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī brought her closer and closer to her climax; lubrication was pouring from her, as were sweat and clouds of pheromones; Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could do nothing to escape now.
And suddenly Āmnah Azhar cried out once more and this time he knew it was with exalted release.
“Aaaaahhh, cummming!” she cried, “You’ve made me cum! Your ever obedient tongue did wonders again. Your job of cleaning me up after Durgesh fucks me is excellent, my boy. Cumming! Oh yesssss!”
Under him, everything was jerking, writhing and squirming; only Āmnah Azhar’s hands on his head held him in place, stationed as he was over her clit.
For what seemed like long minutes, she was in raptures; her body shaking and quivering spasmodically as bursts of sexual pleasure fired nerve receptors in her brain, until finally she fell still, only her deep breathing revealing that she was still alive.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī lifted his head to look down at her and finally her eyes opened; eyes full of love and happiness.
“Oh Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, my ever obedient little slave, that was so good,” she said, “You’re my best slave ever!”
Āmnah Azhar was now groaning as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī touched her sensitive flesh.
Moving down a little, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī penetrated her sticky hole and sucked up a mouthful of our highly scented Ashvinātam emissions, holding them in his mouth.
Then Al Nādir Al Ghāzī moved up her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body until they were face to face.
Quickly her quivering, red, crimson, beautiful Musalmān lips came up to meet his.
Their tongues dueled happily in the mouthful of sticky Ashvinātam fluids.
Their lips although wet now managed to lock together as they made love to each other with their mouths.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī looked into Āmnah Azhar’s extremely beautiful ever naughty Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes.
Āmnah Azhar nodded quickly and I felt her hips push her sex up at my now rigid sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Definitely!” she moaned, “I’m ready…”
“Yessss,” I moaned as my still slippery Hindu knob slotted into position, “Here I come then.”
“Yes Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, come back where you belong,” said Āmnah Azhar, her arms now around my neck again, “Give me everything – fill me again!”
This time, I soon realized, it would be a quickie. We were both already well primed and ready. Āmnah Azhar wouldn’t need much to get her to a climax and my balls already were churning as they prepared to release another load.
My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her hot wet welcoming hole so easily.
Quickly we fucked.
Our bodies now slamming together; our breaths quick and shallow; our hearts beating wildly.
Frantically we hammered at each other; excited cries filling the woodland glade; passionate words broadcasting like seeds.
In minutes, I felt my Hindu sperm rising; my second offering for Āmnah Azhar and definitely not my last!
“Coming soon,” I cried and Āmnah Azhar hummed an accord.
“And me,” she groaned, her hips pounding against my downthrusting sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund, “I was so ready for you.”
With a final flurry we both reached our zeniths; our Ashvinātam bodies bonded as one as I poured another liberal donation of my reproductive Hindu juices into Āmnah Azhar.
Āmnah Azhar’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body seemed to simply absorb my Hindu offerings; she almost absorbed me entirely as I felt us meld together, then entirely united we cried out our love and passion until we just collapsed into a hot twitching heap.
Slowly we slid apart; my slowly softening sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund slipping almost unwillingly from her abused young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot; Āmnah Azhar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān hole jerking closed as if to retain my Hindu sperm inside her.
We looked at each other lovingly and I shook my head at her.
“You are wicked!” I said in mock horror, “Fucking your stepfather in law! Whatever next?”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s exploring tongue trailed down the center of her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body, from the generous canyon between her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts, down her sternum, onto the firm structure of her abdomen and down to her navel.
There Al Nādir Al Ghāzī paused.
His tongue was busily twisting into her small cave, making Āmnah Azhar squirm, her delicate young pink Musalmān hands coming down to rest on his head.
I looked up and she was smiling down at me; her beautiful Musalmān eyes happy and bright.*
“Well, I wasn’t fucking you then, Āmnah Azhar. No need to be jealous of her. She thought she had a trump card in that illegal marriage prosecution. She couldn’t imagine you may be here, safely ensconced in Mexico. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb can’t touch you here with the illegal marriage charge. I can tell her that you are planning on transferring your property interests, buying a large hacienda in Mexico and living there. That may give her something to worry about.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s eyes lit up.
“That’s a splendid idea. It’s pippin! That’s going to knock her for a loop!”
I looked at Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
“Who doesn’t?” Āmnah Azhar interrupted me sarcastically.
I deliberately ignored her.
I never wanted to indulge in the jealousy of my women against my other women.
It was useless.
I continued to say as if I were never interrupted,
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has a way of doing things so that she shows just enough leg to keep people interested and…”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed almost appreciating his former wife,
“That’s Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, all right. That’s the way she used to be with me. I remember when she was my secretary she…”
“Pardon, my dear!”
I never wanted them to quarrel with each other.
It wasn’t good for me.
It would have been troublesome for me.
They both were playing their own games.
I had to play my own game myself, naturally.
As a stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never paid any respect to me.
He wasn’t loyal to me ever, neither as a stepson, nor as even a fellow human being.
They were adamant to kill everyone if s/he wasn’t one of them.
It was a fatal mistake to expect anything humanistic from them.
“Before we start talking any cash figure with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, I advise you to spend some money on detectives and find out a little more about what she was doing with her time during that period when you didn’t hear from her.”
“She was fucking you, we know already,” Āmnah Azhar blazed.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was more sober.
“Nonsense, Āmnah Azhar,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said patiently, “Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was fucking DURGESH already when even she was with me. I myself suggested her to fuck Durgesh. I even participated in the sex sessions of her with Durgesh, as I am participating with you now. That’s not the point.”
“He thinks it’s his necessity.” I said.
“Yessssssssss!” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said curtly, “I am one of those countless Musalmīn whose beautiful Musalmān houseladies are so obsessed with having sex with the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu that they enjoy punishing the male children of their household to lick the sexual secretions of those beautiful Musalmān houseladies, mixed with Durgesh’s, after Durgesh fucks them.”
“Āmnah Azhar!” I protested vehemently.
“You don’t think so, I know.” Āmnah Azhar said curtly.
“Why not? Do they understand that they should never do it?”
“Certainly their beautiful Musalmān houseladies aren’t responsible for it.”
“Why didn’t you yourself do it?” Āmnah Azhar was still sarcastic.
Moreover, her sarcasm was becoming more and more bitter.
It was now the normal behavior of most of the Musalmān young ladies whenever they were criticized.
They always blamed their Musalmān mankind for everything immoral they were practicing.
It was FEMINISM.
They refused to understand that it was destroying families themselves.
“The families themselves must understand it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had responded me curtly, “We beautiful Musalmān houseladies refuse out rightly to pay the entire cost of keeping the families. Why the hell our Musalmān mankind is not paying any cost of keeping their families themselves?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I said patiently, “It’s wrong to divide families in mankind and womankind.”
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