Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 21

Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Durgesh

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Chapter 21

Durgesh Assalāt Al Fajir

Durgesh Al Jihad Al Islam

Durgesh Al Kāynāt Al Islam

Assalāt Al Fajir got up in the middle of the night.

She had to use the bathroom, her bladder feeling quite full.

After relieving herself on the toilet, she felt thirsty and walked to the kitchen to get herself a soda.

As she passed my study, she thought she heard a noise inside.

She looked at the clock in the kitchen, two o’clock in the morning.

No way is Durgesh still up, maybe he fell asleep while watching TV in there, or something, she thought to herself.

She walked to the door intending to knock, then stopped….she didn’t want to wake her Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner that harshly she thought.

She wrapped her hand gently around the door handle and softly opened it, to check to see if her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was still inside.

Assalāt Al Fajir couldn’t understand why her Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, revolted against her Abbū.

Only because her Abbū, Salmān Waħīd, criticized Narendr Modi and BJP?

Allah!

What she saw made her drop her hand from the door and gasp loudly as she took in the entire scene.

Assalāt Al Fajir stared ahead of her, and looked at her Ammī’s nude Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, as he pushed his Uncut Hindu Lund into her best friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s, twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Allah!

Assalāt Al Fajir could not believe her own eyes.

Her best friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam, was lying on her back totally, entirely nude.

Her legs were on Durgesh’s nude Hindu shoulders.

Her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was enthusiastically swallowing Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Assalāt Al Fajir was laughing proudly teasing her Ammī’s sixty-five years old Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

She also noticed the computer screen and could make out that they were watching their own previous video of having sex.

Then her gazed went again to me as I fucked her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.

Assalāt Al Fajir noticed that she thought her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, had …well… was rather large down there.

She had seen some sex Ed movies and pictures, and my seemed far bigger than those.

I was turned to the side, facing away from her and the door.

Assalāt Al Fajir thought I hadn’t seen her.

She knew it was wrong…but she had never had sex of any kind.

Well, at least with others…Assalāt Al Fajir knew what her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was doing.

Fucking her extremely beautiful twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.

She knew it because of the sex class… but more so because she too used her fingers to get herself off almost every night.

She discovered just after puberty that her fingers down there could make her feel very nice.

However, Assalāt Al Fajir knew that her standing here was wrong…and she hadn’t knocked.

Her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, would be mad at her she knew.

However, she had never watched a man play with any woman before.

Assalāt Al Fajir really wanted to see what it was like.

Her eyes could hardly make out the video that was playing on the computer.

And even if she could, she was more into watching her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, and how his sixty-five years old Uncut Hindu Lund moved into her twenty eight years old friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

Assalāt Al Fajir started to get very hot down there and all over her body.

She started to feel her panties getting wet, as she watched her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, pushing his hard member into her best friend. Assalāt Al Fajir knew that if she got caught watching she would be in huge trouble…..and even bigger trouble with what she was thinking, but she had to do it.

Assalāt Al Fajir opened her pajama pants and held her panties open as she slid her other hand down to her privates… and slowly she started to rub herself…feeling her fingers start to get wet and sticky as her juices flooded out.

Assalāt Al Fajir heard her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, grunt and watched as he started moving his Uncut Hindu Lund faster into her…twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

That’s what the other girls at school called it. Assalāt Al Fajir then got really turned on and rubbed her wet slit even faster, now pushing her fingers inside herself and she could hear squishy noises coming from her rubbing…oohh she was getting close …she could feel it.

Assalāt Al Fajir thought her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was too.

By the way, his sixty-five years old Uncut Hindu Lund  was flying up and down into her twenty eight years old young friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

She heard me breathing heavy and grunting a lot. Assalāt Al Fajir then watched as her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund slammed back into Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and held it there.

She watched my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund start to squirt and squirt….and squirt, all into Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Assalāt Al Fajir buried her fingers deep inside her now sopping slit and she felt herself reach the edge.

She was panting hard and moaned a few times.

“Huh….huhh…uumm…yesss.” Assalāt Al Fajir moaned out softly as she pushed herself over the edge and she started to see stars as she felt light headed.

She leaned against the doorway and waited for her head to clear.

When she refocused on her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, she saw that Al Kāynāt Al Islam was closing down the video window and reaching up to take the earphones off my head.

Assalāt Al Fajir panicked and quickly took her hand from her panties as she tried not to fall with her other hand.

She grabbed the door handle, quickly closed the door, hurried from the room and headed back to her bedroom.

Assalāt Al Fajir stopped and listened.

She didn’t hear any loud voices or movement. Assalāt Al Fajir sighed deeply, figuring she had gotten away unnoticed.

She entered her room and got back into bed…but found she could not sleep.

She lay there and absentmindedly started to rub her still sopping wet slit again as she pictured what had happened.

After I had succeeded in getting myself off twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend of Assalāt Al Fajir, and had turned off the music on the computer, I thought I had heard something and turned around after getting the earphones off of my head.

I saw the door was closed and no one was in the room behind.

“Must be my guilty conscience with me being “sinful”…Al Kāynāt Al Islam blackmailed me.” I smiled, glad my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, hadn’t opened the door without knocking.

I really needed to install a lock on that door I thought.

Assalāt Al Fajir’s young beautiful Musalmān lady friends were constantly fucking me this way or that.

My ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in their young Musalmān Choot was as if a trophy for them.

“If you won’t fuck me, I’d make even Assalāt Al Fajir herself fuck you and make its video.” Al Kāynāt Al Islam had warned me aggressively.

“It’s not good, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.” I had said, “Your Ammī herself is my Live in Relationship Partner. You must understand I’m as if a father to you.”

“Nonsense, there’s a vast difference between a father and ‘as if a father’.”

I continued to fuck her more for a few minutes, but it was being past two in the morning.

Good thing tomorrow is Saturday…I can sleep late, I thought.

My Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, doesn’t hold with anymore, I thought.

I walked toward the door opened it and turned off the light in the study.

When I went to close the door using the knob on the other side I quickly pulled my hand back….it was wet.

I touched the handle, and it was wet.

I pulled my hand close to my nose, thinking maybe it was somehow old oil from the doorknob and smelled my hand.

Damn…I thought…it’s been awhile but I’ll be damned if that isn’t pussy cream I smell, I thought.

I leaned down and smelled of the handle.

I definitely smelled a woman’s juices on the handle.

“Now how in the hell…?” I started to say aloud to myself.

It had to have happened just a short time ago to still be wet.

I then gasped, I had heard someone at the door.

I had been caught, but if my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, had caught me then why hadn’t she railed at me…even at this time of night.

Then a thought hit me, maybe she was turned on by me, I grinned at the thought and had another.

Maybe she’s in bed right now….horny. I wondered if I should try and do anything about it. A short train of thought, even after getting off, the possible chance to getting some another beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot after this, made me instantly hard.

I quickly moved to our bedroom and went inside.

I climbed into the bed I still shared with my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī.

I wasn’t sure if she was asleep…maybe she had time to doze off since then I thought.

I moved close to my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, and snuggled her.

She was on her side away from me.

I started moving my hand over her butt, which were covered in panties.

Even after ‘finding’ her religion, Islam, she still only slept in panties and a nightshirt, hating getting tangled in the covers.

I only had to contend with her thin panty material.

As I moved my hand over her perfectly round, firm, young, plump, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt, I started to rub my way toward the top of her legs and rubbed with pressure over where her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot would be.

I felt her stir, and start to move.

I even heard her moan once.

I, thinking I was about to get lucky after at least nearly a year, pulled aside the panties, and rubbed my finger directly over Al Jihad Al Islam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot mound.

Al Jihad Al Islam was having a strange dream.

Even after finding her calling, she still had the occasional sex dream.

When she had them she would often awake and pray for forgiveness, but there had been a few times they had been too strong and these were the times she had become weak.

She would awake Durgesh and have sex with me.

She would be mad at me after we finished, but even now, she loved sex when we had it, which made her even madder at herself and me.

Twice she had even awoken and finding me not in bed, once when I had a business trip, she had felt so needy that she had to use her fingers to satisfy her bestial urges. On the time, I had taken the trip she had even been so needful that night that she had needed more than her fingers, but having LONG ago rid herself of sinful sexual devices, she had wondered the house in longing.

In the kitchen, she had found a cucumber in the refrigerator, and rushed to the bedroom to satisfy those urges.

For many days, she prayed over that incident, as well as tossing the cucumber in the trash.

Therefore, it was now that she felt her body respond to her urges now.

I was starting to feel her body responding, as she was starting to get wet now.

Even though I was amazed she was still asleep having just gotten there, she was now moving her body slightly against my fingers.

I figured she must have wiped herself clean after leaving the study door, as she had not been wet when I got into bed.

Nevertheless, I knew she was wet now and felt as she opened up and two of my fingers started to slide into her Musalmān warmth.

I felt her start to move more, and knew she was waking.

Al Jihad Al Islam was having a wonderfully sinful dream of a handsome Hindu, Durgesh, who happened to find her with her dress bent up when she was bent over, looking for something.

She felt me bury my face into her, and pushed back as I started to penis her Islamically forbidden hole.

She felt quite wicked in the dream and started to feel my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund      go deep, very deep into her…..then she awoke…too find someone’s fingers probing her now wet sin hole.

Gasping aloud, thinking it was myself from the dream; she twisted her head around and found her new Hindu husband’s face.

Al Jihad Al Islam smiled glad it was her husband, but feeling a pang of regret, it was not right according to Islam. Al Jihad Al Islam then realized the situation and started to get angry.

“Durgesh…what are you doing!” Al Jihad Al Islam said, her body still moving, pushing against her Hindu husband’s fingers.

I sunk my two fingers even deeper now with her body turned more toward me, sinking them to the hilt.

Al Jihad Al Islam moaned deeply feeling full for the first time in many months.

“Just finishing what we sort of started earlier.” I said as I used my other hand to lift her shirt… and quickly shot my head in and kissed one of her nipples with my mouth.

Again Al Jihad Al Islam moaned, even louder this time.

She felt every confused, having just awoken and her Hindu husband talking of starting earlier.

“Wha…what…are you…ummm…saying?” Al Jihad Al Islam asked between gasps of breath, her body now responding totally to my actions.

But part of her still wanted me to stop….it was wrong.

“Durgesh….uumm…Allah…oh god…you got to…sttooppp….this…ohh Allah…god…wrong!” she moaned out to me.

I knew she felt guilty whenever we still had sex but I, and I knew she was as well, too far gone to stop it from happening now.

“Mmm baby, you’re too wet to stop now…. but you should have asked me to do this before getting back in bed.” I said as I moved my other hand around and used it to start to rub her clit as I still finger fucked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot with the other.

Al Jihad Al Islam’s body shot up and then she flopped back to the bed, a small orgasm running through, but feeling strong due to being unused.

But she still felt confused the way I was talking, but figured she find out later.

For now her body had taken over the talking.

“Allah! Oh god, Durgesh…yes…fuck me darling…fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.” Al Jihad Al Islam chanted out, knowing she would have to do penance later, but now….Allah, god, it felt so good.

I again kissed my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s nipple, and I bit it slightly, she used to like her nipples being bitten…it would drive her crazy.

I felt her hands encircle my head and almost suffocate me they held me down so hard.

I felt my finger being squeezed by her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and knew she was cumming….hard.

“Uhhh….Uhhhhh…UHHHH Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, MMMYY GGOOOODDD!” Al Jihad Al Islam screamed out to the heavens feeling lost in ecstasy, floating in heaven, for the first time in a long time.

When she came too, I had removed my fingers.

She weakly looked up and saw I had moved.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was now even with her bush Musalmān hair and even as she looked, I buried my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her.

She felt my sixty-five years old Uncut Hindu Lund slide into her.

“Ohhh yes Durgesh…yes….fuck me baby…Allah…yes….fuck me…fuck me with your ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund!” Al Jihad Al Islam moaned as she thrust her hips up to my Uncut Hindu Lund. After a minute, I lifted my head and looked at her.

“Here return the favor…” I said as I thrust my hips near her head, causing my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to touch her cheek.

She shook her head no.

“No Durgesh…that’s too sinfulllll…….Allah! Oh god …yes!” Al Jihad Al Islam moaned as I moved my Uncut Hindu Lund back and again began to penis her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

I moved my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund forward and Al Jihad Al Islam still having her mouth open, felt it slid into her lips slightly.

Her body responded and she wrapped her lips around the head of it and started sucking.

Part of her was saying this was wrong, but her body screamed for it all.

She sucked harder and soon bobbed her head down, taking most of me into and out of her mouth. I gave a wet grin as I felt my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s mouth now working my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

I then pulled back and put my Uncut Hindu Lund  to her clit and started penising her love button.

Al Jihad Al Islam responded immediately by moaning around my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund and sucking on it harder, and I could now easily hear the slurping noises she was making.

I then again insert my Uncut Hindu Lund  into my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī.
“Mmm…ooommhh… gggaawwddd!” She mouthed out around her full mouth as she came again.

I then felt the flood of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot cream over my Uncut Hindu Lund  and pushed it deepest.

She bucked against my Uncut Hindu Lund  and soon the deluge slowed.

I leaned up and gave her a wet grin as she continued to nurse on me.

“Alright Al Jihad Al Islam…let me loose so that I can really fill you up now.” I said expecting her to spit out my engorged member, and she did pull off of it, but she shook her head no.

“Huh huh….I want you to cream in my mouth…I’m…very hungry.” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she again swallowed my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and started sucking with much noise.

I was floored…never in the past had she eVER wanted to swallow my load.

The few times I had by accident she always spit it out, and here she was telling me to.

She must be crazy horny, I thought with a grin.

“Ok, Al Jihad Al Islam…mmm keep that up…and…uuh…you’ll be getting your wish….mmm Eīshān …soon.” I said as I surrendered to the feeling of my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s mouth around my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Jihad Al Islam bobbed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head and slurped on My ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, intensely wanting me to cum, to be nasty again like she used to be….more so even.

She wanted to take my Hindu cum, swallow it and savor it.

Al Jihad Al Islam not wanting to wait any longer for her treat moved her hand down.

I, feeling very close, was brought over the edge at my otherwise cold wife’s nastiness.

I thrust my hips causing my orgasm to be even stronger.

I thrust hard against my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s mouth and felt my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund buried deep into her throat as my Hindu cum boiled forth and started painting her tonsils.

Al Jihad Al Islam pulled back and held just the head inside her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, tonguing it as she felt My Hindu cream flowing and shooting past her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue.

She felt a spurt of my Hindu juice and a pulsing of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I felt as if I was a puppet, with my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, pulling the string.

I had no control over my orgasm now as she used her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth to bring more my Hindu cum then I ever thought I had.

Chapter 22

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