Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 19Posted: December 29, 2014
At that moment, Sāliħah Faisal pressed her mouth hard to my neck and blew out hard as both of our orgasms overtook us.
My breath was hard and labored as I tried to be quiet.
My heart pounded hard in my chest.
Sāliħah Faisal sat there on my still erect Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, entirely buried into her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot, until we both were satisfied.
“Good morning baby,” Sāliħah Faisal winked as she got up off me and walked to the shower.
I sat in the bed, with my back against the headboard amazed at Sāliħah Faisal‘s sexual appetite.
Right as I heard the sound of the shower come on in the bathroom, I heard a quiet knock on our door.
Making sure the blanket was pulled up over me; I grabbed my pajama bottoms and tucked them under the blankets as I said,
It was Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.
She had obviously had time to dress or something because when she peeked her head in, she was wearing a loose fitting top on and boy short pajama bottoms.
She leaned close and kissed me on the cheek.
My eyes couldn’t help but notice how seductive she looked crawling on all fours towards me on the bed.
Her shirt was open just enough that I could see her breasts hanging freely under the shirt.
I smiled as if it was everything normal,
She was deliberately seducing me going to the extent to exhibit her entire nude feminine charms to me.
I never wanted to disclose on her that I was really upset on it.
What Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm had done, couldn’t be undone now, ever.
“Good morning sweetheart.” I said, “How did you sleep?”
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm sat next to me.
“Allah, Oh my God, Durgesh, I slept amazing. My bed is so comfortable and I can’t wait to see more of Kashmir valley. Thank you so much for bringing us here on vacation.”
I leaned over and kissed Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm on top of her head, “Anything for my little girl.”
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm‘s cheeks flushed pink as she said,
“You spoil me, Durgesh. You are the best in the world!” With that, she bounced off the bed and made for the door.
My eyes watched her, more specifically the way her wonderful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass swished in the boy shorts.
I had seen now it nude.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm turned around with a gleam in her eyes,
“Now you and Ammī don’t take too long getting ready. We have a lot to see and do.”
I smiled at her.
She blew an air kiss to me as she walked out the door.
“Best in the world,” I thought.
Yeah, would she wonder that she’d given me a hard on?*
The family had a wonderful time on the shore of the jheel later that afternoon.
Sāliħah Faisal elected to lie out and try to relax.
She’d slathered on a ton of sunblock before coming outside.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm and her brothers couldn’t stay out of the water.
The boys, as well as I were awe-struck when Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm did a backwards flip off of a nearby high rock into the water.
Devesh clapped, “Impressive!” as Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm popped up out of the water.
In a mocking bow, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm looked at her brother, “Thank you… thank you.”
Shubhesh didn’t seem that impressed.
I was out on the shore of the jheel with Sāliħah Faisal.
I observed all of it and was very impressed.
Was there anything not perfect about Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm? At about that Moment she was demonstrating her handstand skills in the water to Devesh.
Shaking her head, Sāliħah Faisal winked at me,
“My daughter is such a show off. I wonder where she gets that from.”
I laughed loudly,
“Ha! You’re not accusing Muħammad Naåīm, are you? And what’s this Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter,’ stuff? If I recall you had something to do with it.”
The playful banter went on like this for the rest of the day.
Around six, the family went out for dinner and a movie.
By the time we returned to our dull jheel side condo, the boys were exhausted.
Sāliħah Faisal shooed them into the house and told them to get showered and ready for bed.
As she expected, she got no rebuttal from them as they were both tired.
It wasn’t too long after that Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm reappeared with bikini bottoms on and a loose fitting mesh top on. She had a bikini top on under it.
“No, not really Ammī,” Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm countered back. “I love the water, you know that. It’s a perfect time of day. The shore of the jheel isn’t crowded and the water is always warm.”
Sāliħah Faisal looked at me for some back up, but I had found the kitchen interesting all of a sudden.
With that, the argument was settled and Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm walked out the sliding glass door towards the shore of the jheel.
Sāliħah Faisal looked at me.
I had miraculously reappeared in the living room.
I knew by the way she was looking at me that an argument or at least debate was about to come.
Before Sāliħah Faisal could open her mouth, I said,
“Sāliħah Faisal, she’s nineteen years old and you have to stop treating her like she’s six. As much as you or I may not like it, your daughter is an adult. She doesn’t have to have our permission to do anything really.”
Sāliħah Faisal cut me off,
“But she lives in our house and she’s not exercising good judgment.”
I looked at Sāliħah Faisal, “And I wonder what your Ammī would have thought about her nineteen year old daughter sneaking over to my dorm room in the middle of the night. She’s just swimming Sāliħah Faisal. Thank God, we’re not dealing with her sneaking around. ”
Sāliħah Faisal shook her head,
“Oh Durgesh, you’re hopeless.”
She knew she’d once again lost the argument.
She leaned over and kissed her ‘husband’.
“I’m going to our room to watch a movie. Care to join me?”
“I’m going to pass this time, babe. I’m going to sit out here and wait for Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm to come back in the house so I can lock up once she does.”
“Ohhhhh, but she’s nineteen,” Sāliħah Faisal said sarcastically as she walked upstairs to our room.
I went into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of juice and took it out onto the back deck.
I could see Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm out in the water.
I could also see her bikini and mesh top on the shore of the jheel.
‘What am I going to do with her?’ I thought to myself, ‘One more Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was twenty eight years old when she seduced me in the moonlight. Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm is nineteen only, yet she is crazy to have my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her nineteen years old, immensely young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
The girls today!
Should I oblige her as well and fuck her too?
Let her to be one more Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
Well, I should better watch and see how the more else she is crazy to fuck me.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm saw me sitting on the deck and made her way towards the shore of the jheel.
I pretended to be looking elsewhere as she got out of the water.
She slipped her bikini bottoms on.
They stuck to her like glue because she was still wet.
Not even bothering to put her bikini top back on, she pulled the mesh top over her head.
Her hair was wet and hanging in long strands over her shoulders.
She made her way to the deck.
I found myself looking at her body again as I sipped my juice.
I could clearly see her breasts under the mesh top.
They were full and perfectly round with gorgeous rose-tinted nipples in their tanned centers.
Taking another sip before answering, I just as coyly responded,
“Nothing you can have, my dear.”
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm smacked me on the leg as she said,
With an enormous tease in my voice, I smiled back, cunningly,
“Your Ammī would disagree with that.”
Leaning back and stretching her legs out, I had to make sure I kept my eyes teasingly focused on the water.
We both sat outside quietly just watching the ocean waves rock back and forth in the evening light.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was looking at me somewhat angrily from time to time.
I also noticed she watched me carefully whether I had an erection for her or not.
When she found there was erection, she smiled triumphantly and tried to touch my erection pretending something unusual was there.
She touched my erection several times pretending it was an accident.
Once even she grabbed my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund entirely unashamed of it, pretending she wasn’t aware of it that she was holding my Uncut Hindu Lund itself in her hand.
I watched her.
I myself never tried to tell her what actually she was doing.
She kept grabbed it for almost half an hour nonstop pretending unawareness.
Was it possible?
I kept smiling sarcastically at her.
Suddenly she brought my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund out, swallowed it into her mouth and started sucking it madly.
I kept smiling.
I never stopped her.
She had tried to humiliate me reminding me that I was sixty five.
I let her suck me as much as she wanted.
“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!!” she whispered, “You are right. Ammī would never agree with me. The lucky bitch!”
She swallowed it entirely.
With that, she walked majestically to her room.
Our vacation seemed to rapidly go by as it was filled with long days at the shore of the jheel and nights of luaus and good music.
Sāliħah Faisal tried to relax as much as she could, but had to limit herself as her skin was prone to burning.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm, on the other hand, took every opportunity to get as much sun and be in the water as she could.
She was angry however that I never went to her room despite her open expressed invitation.
As unashamed of myself as I was, I never stopped myself from getting up early in the morning and watching Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm as she did her morning yoga and swim.
I marveled at her seemingly careless attitude about walking around naked.
However, she didn’t suck me again.
She was exhibiting if I don’t need her, it’s okay with her too.
Moreover, now, she never acknowledged my presence.
Was that Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm had seen me from the second day I’d been watching?
She knew I was watching her and something about it excited her.
So on those mornings she made sure she accentuated her moves in such a way that I was sure to get a good view of her.
She loved though that I never acknowledged or admitted that I’d been watching her.
If she were, she wouldn’t have sucked me so boldly.
Now, it was her self-respect that I didn’t accept her such an open express offer of herself.
She was comfortable in her sexuality and it didn’t bother her that her Ammī’s live in relationship partner saw her.
I was NOT her father exactly.
And it was enough for her to offer herself to me that if I wanted she was available too for sex along with her Ammī, Sāliħah Faisal.
She knew men looked at her and she’d had many offers of sexual favors that she declined curtly.
Was Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm really in love with me?
Nevertheless, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm created opportunities for me to see her with nothing on.
It showed she hadn’t accepted her defeat however.
She was cautious though to make sure Sāliħah Faisal never did find it.
Like the morning, I had to come “find” Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm, because she’d been out sunbathing, in the nude of course.
She had her sunglasses on and pretended to be sleeping when I came upon her.
She noticed I stood there for several minutes before attempting to ‘awaken’ her.
She knew I was teasing her as well as she was teasing me.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm too believed in waiting and watching.
The family was already up and her brothers were itching to get to the shore of the jheel.
She heard her Ammī tell me to go check on her and tell her to hurry up if she was coming with us.
As Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm heard me coming down the hall, she turned over on to her stomach, pulled her leg up just enough so that her magnificent, perfectly round, plump, heavy, Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān butt was perched in the air, and the sheet was pulled down just below.
She closed her eyes, as if she was sleeping, when I knocked lightly on her door.
When she didn’t answer, I gently opened the door a bit and said,
“Hey Ħamd,” just as I caught site of her.
Against my wishes, my body reacted.
My eyes took in the sight before me, and for the first time in all my gazing at her over this vacation my mind wondered what it would be like to touch her, to feel her, to be inside her.
Even the thought alerted my mind.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm waited a Moment after I spoke before she pretended to respond.
Opening her eyes slightly, as if the sunlight was bothering her, she turned her body just slightly so that I now could see her left breast fully, as she said,
Even then not stupefied, I smiled at her.
I never tried to hide it.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm smiled at me triumphantly.
“Control yourself, baby girl,” I smiled.
She saw in my eyes,
“I want to fuck you.”
“You and your young Musalmān ladyfriends!” I smiled.
“Give it what it needs. I am ready. No problem at all.”
“The problem is with your Ammī.”
“Nonsense, she left my Abbū to fuck you. She hasn’t any right to stop me from doing the same thing she is herself crazy for.”
Suddenly she pushed me on her bed on my back.
“Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm,” I warned her.
“Shut up!” Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm shouted, “I can’t wait any more. You are playing games with me. I was ready to play them with you. Nevertheless, there’s a limit of everything.” Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm pulled my clothes out, with my pant fist, then my underwear and then she took my ever rocketing Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Kashmīrī Sunni Musalmān mouth.
Kashmīr kī Kalī!
I found myself hardening more in her mouth suddenly.
She laughed triumphantly,
“That’s my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Why are you afraid of fucking me! I don’t have any suicidal Bomb into my Kashmīrī Sunni Musalmān Choot! My Ammī, Al Sāliħah Al Faisal is a Mujāhidah, not myself. You are fucking an Al Mujāhidah already when you fuck my Ammī.”
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