It must be respected
My thought about Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb also made its own way to my desire of fucking her again.
Now, I thought to fuck all of them, not only Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, but Al Åāliyah Al Yåqūb and Al Jamīlah Al Yåqūb also.
Their Ammī, Al Islām Al Farīd, was constantly requesting me persistently.
“You already have sex with Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, Durgesh.”
“So what? You compelled me, Al Islām Al Farīd. I didn’t have another option. I want to keep you happy.”
Al Islām Al Farīd looked at me gravely,
“If you really want to keep me happy, Durgesh, please accept Åāliyah and Jamīlah too. You have your infinite bodies.”
“Oh,” I smiled ironically somewhat, “so now you think they are my infinite bodies. You don’t think any longer that they are actually humanoid robots identical to me?”
Al Islām Al Farīd smiled.
“No, you are not alone; nevertheless, if you think I’m not a living being in those my bodies, why do you want your entire daughters to live in relationship with humanoid robots that are identical to me?”
“Because I’m not alone in this matter too.”
“If the entire womankind is happy to live in relationship with humanoid robots that are identical to you, why not my daughters too? If today mankind is incompetent enough to even live in relationship with a lady, it must worry the mankind themselves, why us womankind?”*
It made sense.
I felt it really difficult to hide my ever adamant Hindu hard-on looking her three beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughters roaming around, their shaking Musalmān buttocks, and their Musalmān cleavage peeping through their low cut- blouses or any dresses and such others.
I remembered a day inadvertently.
The day was a real head-turner.
I fired the computer when it was eight o’clock in the evening.
I never suspected Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat might come and watch me from the back of the room.
It was the common passage towards the terrace.
Al Islām Al Farīd and her family lived on the first floor and Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat’s family was in the ground floor.
I was fucking Réħānah Ashraf and I didn’t know Réħānah Ashraf had left the door opened.
Inadvertently or knowingly, I didn’t know.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was passing the corridor by the room, and through the open window, the view attracted her.
She saw me fucking Réħānah Ashraf fervently.
It was almost the common fate of the Musalmān women after some ten-fifteen years of marriage that their husbands grew passive in sex, and the women had to live in dilemma, suppressing their sexual frustration and needed.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was no exception.
Watching me fucking Réħānah Ashraf, an idea hit her.
She felt horny.
The urge of a good satisfying fuck made her restless.
She came back, opened the wardrobe and thought what to wear for the night.
She was beautiful, no doubt.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat maintained her beauty going to parlors regularly, and was still in good shape.
She was thirty and still sexy, but her husband was never attentive to the sexual needs of her beautiful wife, never cared for her satisfaction, and now there she was.
She chose a knee-length green frock that looked like a schoolgirl’s play dress.
She put it on, shedding her usual nightgown, tied her hair in a pony-tale and came to see herself on the mirror.
Sexy was the only word she thought of herself. The sleeveless frock left ample part of her curvy Musalmān figure for imagination.
Her legs were good, but beautifully hairy!
She raised her arm.
The thick black bushes of her armpits spread a musky aroma.
She thought of shaving the armpits, but it was already ten, the time for dinner.
She had never cared for that shaving, either her armpits or the thick jungle under there around her Musalmān Pussy.
Her husband had never cared for those.
She reclined for it.
But thought it would be OK.
What she had seen today, was unexpected.
And once having seen the Uncut Hindu Dick, no woman can control her desire to have a fuck with the Uncut Hindu Dick.
Allah! Oh God!
It was so large and thick!
She prepared the dinner and called me to come downstairs and have it.
She looked herself once more on mirror.
Yes! That’s it that she wanted to look like!
No bra and the nipples piercing from under the frock, and no panty, to show her plump bums swing.
I entered, and she succeeded to turn my head.
I gasped at her but she tried to look as if nothing was wrong.
She served the dinner, stood by me while I ate and occasionally bent over me to give this and that and that made me wilder.
She could see the bulging hard- on of mine under the pants.
I was so huge!
She bit her lips.
I tried to control my hard-on but could not.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was too beautiful.
I had never thought sexy about Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.
She was beautiful, sexy and now turned to be a seducer!
I suggested her to dine with me.
She reluctantly denied.
I asked her again and she sat in front of me.
We finisheded the dinner quietly.
As the dinner was over, I thought to help her in washing and so I did deliberately cunningly.
While doing, my hands were brushing hers and on one or two occasions, she trailed her erect Musalmān nipples on my back.
I was out of control then.
I could not hide my tent in the pant, neither I wanted to.
She looked and smiled.
Then came the words from her sexy lips,
“It seems you are not fed totally. Are you?”
She turned to me and raising her boobs with both hands, asked,
“Are not they in good shape like your heroines you fuck?”
I didn’t gasp in surprise, deliberately.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat asked,
“Would you want to try them?”
That made sense. I took her in arms, and her lips found their way.
We kissed passionately.
We kissed really hard.
It was my first kiss to Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, but being utmost experienced in sex already, I still did well.
She broke the kiss and whispered,
“Come on, Durgesh, take me to the bedroom.”
We retreated to the bedroom as we were kissing again, and she felt wetness running through her inner thighs! What was happening to her?
I lifted her on the bed and she urged to put out the lights.
“Leave it, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. I want to see you. You are so beautiful!”
She giggled as I raised her hands on her head and brushed my lips on her hairy armpits.
“Oh Durgesh! You Hindus are so naughty!”
“Ok Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. You are really beautiful.”
She felt a shiver running through her spine.
I began to caress her beautiful Musalmān boobs under her beautiful green frock.
I began to kiss them.
“Never.” I said gravely, “I always respect my entire women, Musalmān or otherwise. They aren’t my whore ever. They are my ever respected life partners.”
She had learnt to use such words from the porn and the erotic Musalmān books.
The sexy words raise the sexual urge.
She felt her wetness running through her inner thighs to her legs until knees.
I helped her sit and tugging up her green frock; I peeled it off her head.
As she raised her hands, her firm breasts came into full view and I took them in hands.
I began kissing the pitch-dark areola.
She was moaning,
“Love me, Durgesh, love me, please.”
I went down to her tummy and kissed on the naval.
What the fuck was that?
What the fuck was the Hindu master of sex doing with her?
I brushed my hands on her mound.
I felt the thick bush there and my fingers touched the crack.
Her idiot husband never cared to touch her there.
I kissed on her Musalmān Pussy!
She just came.
It was hardly enough for her.
She urged me not to tease her anymore.
I settled down there between her beautiful long Musalmān legs.
The furious oral attention made her groan and she climaxed again.
It was so uncommon to her.
She never came so close.
“You are awesome! I love it. Come on, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, let me love you.” I urged.
“Then, it is the time my utmost experienced Hindu lover is ready to take me. Aren’t you? Oh, come on. Take me. Fuck me hard. I want to cum for you again, come hard. Come; fuck your Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. Make her your whore. Come. Sorry, not whore, your life partner, okay?”
She lay on bed, spreading her legs apart inviting me between her legs.
I smiled, opened my pant, taking my erect Hindu shaft in hand, positioned myself.
I was throbbing now.
My Uncut Hindu Dick was huge, really huge.
It was some seven or eight inches long, and that thick to please any woman, gasping them in awe.
I began to rub my Uncut Hindu Cock up and down against her hairy, soft and watering Musalmān Pussy.
She was holding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt-lips apart with both hands, and I watched her Musalmān Pussy for the first time.
She was dripping, and it was red in there between her swallow lips.
She felt excited presenting herself before such an utmost experienced Hindu Lover of sixty-six with such a huge Uncut Hindu Cock.
She felt excited lying there on their marriage bed and doing sex with someone other than her husband.
She spread her legs and hung them up in air, making ample space for me to place myself.
There were the outer lips and the pink inner hole that was too juicy.
I trailed my Uncut Hindu Cock up and down her crack, rubbing her clit.
She began to moan loud,
“Ohhh! Ughhhh! Ummm… fuck me… fuckfuckfuck…”
But I was still not in mood to enter.
She narrowed her eyes,
“You are teasing me too much, and you know that, Durgesh. Stop teasing now.”
“Why? Are you feeling hot? Then you must beg me to take you. Speak sexy, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.”
“Oh! No, not again. Stop teasing. Just put your big fat utmost experienced sixty six years old Uncut Hindu Dick in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and fuck me hard. Fuck sweet Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, Durgesh. Fuck the shit out of her. Fuck me, fuck me even like your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān whore, and make me come again. Oh fuck…fuck…fuck…”
She gasped, I put the tip of my huge Hindu shaft in and she held her breath.
I looked tensed and wryly looked in her eyes.
She gave me an encouraging look and I thrust my Hindu length again.
She held her breath and let a deep moan pass through her lips,
I was excited to enter her Musalmān Pussy for the first time.
I was determined to please her.
And I began to pump her.
She raised her ass to meet my thrust while groaning deep and loud.
Who was there after all to hear them tonight?
As I drew back my Uncut Hindu Cock and thrust it all in one stroke, she screamed in pleasure and tangled her legs around my bare Hindu waist.
I began to fuck.
She was nearing another orgasm.
She felt the tension building down there.
And the sound made her feel good, the ‘thwap- thwap- thwap’ sound of my pumping in and out her needy Musalmān Pussy turned her mad.
She groaned and began to utter some meaningless words and she came again, this time she came so hard that she felt like she squirted.
She felt the throbbing of her Musalmān Pussy and the release was so unusual that it even surprised her.
She must had drained some juice that had already stained the bed sheet.
And just then, she felt my throbbing in her.
It meant I was to ejaculate.
I was pumping furiously and groaning after the long five hours fuck.
I was sweating and groaning loud, I came.
I released a lot of hot Hindu semen in her.
She gasped as I began to come and the sensation of the throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock releasing the hot Hindu Semen in her, made her come again.
We were so exhausted that we had hardly any time to part and felt asleep, I was in her and she was tangling me with both her hands and legs.
As we awoke, I felt my hard on in her Musalmān Pussy and she smiled sensing me getting hard again so soon.
She began to kiss me and we began to roll on the bed, she was up now and she began to kiss me on my lips, my cheeks and on neck.
I was caressing her firm breasts, and twisted the nipples that were hard again, hard as nails.
She began to moan and I helped her lay on all fours on bed.
She felt as if in heaven. How did she dreamt of being fucked in this position like a bitch and her husband would take her from behind like a dog.
And the dream was going to be fulfilled with her utmost experienced Hindu Lover of Sixty Six, of whom she could think it was hardly enough.
I fondled her beautiful heavy young Musalmān ass-cheeks and gave a passionate light slap.
She moaned deep.
She was juicy again.
And she badly needed a hard long Uncut Hindu Cock to go inside.
And she sensed it was going through her slippery Musalmān channel.
I was again ball-deep in her in one thrust.
Our pubic hair met and I began a slow passionate fuck.
She could control her orgasm hardly, and she came violently, this time her orgasm was harder than before.
I thrust my Hindu shaft again.
I was doing it slow now; I allowed her time to recover.
Ultimately I was again feeling close to come.
I increased my speed.
By the time, she began to moan again.
I was furious.
Catching her slander Musalmān waist, I was pumping as if there was no tomorrow.
Deep groan was coming from her throat.
And while groaning, I came.
I smiled triumphantly,
“Oh! Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, I’m coming, coming. Come for me darling… come, come…come.”
And she joined my groan.
She came again.
She was surprised, how free she felt by the fucking.
She had never imagined enjoying the series of orgasms at a time.
That meant she was a multi-orgasmic.
And no wonder, she had never felt it until she was thirty, after some twelve years of her marriage.
I found it always queer, how a Musalmān woman could live without fulfilling her so urgent sexual needs for so long.
I was surprised to find that night, that Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat had never enjoyed sex in that way.
She had never enjoyed the half of the orgasms she enjoyed with me that night.
She was surprised herself to find herself a multi-orgasmic.
She called herself a slut.
She felt hot to call her so.
I told her again and again it was natural.
She wasn’t a slut at all.
It was her normal reaction.
There was nothing in it to be criticized at all.
Instead, it must be respected being natural.
Shouldn’t even nature be respected?
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It must be respected
Waħīdah Yåqūb was giving lecture to Jamīlah about female sex- hormones.
They knew their stepfather, Durgesh, was reading in the other room.
None of them appreciated the idea of their Ammī, Al Islām Al Farīd, to leave their Abbū, Imām Yåqūb Naåīmuddīn Chishtī and live in relationship with me.
Jamīlah was always vibrant, and she just asked, “Tell me, Bājī, how do men react while they are excited and want to have sex?”
“They just feel hard at their penis. The phallus turns harder and harder, gets erected and, pre-cum oozes out from the head.”
“And then the intercourse?”
“Yes. The penis goes into the vagina, erupts semen, and if the lady is on fertility –period, she finds herself pregnant soon.”
“And is it necessary that the woman must be excited or… you know… Ready?”
“Of course not! Only ready means, your vagina- channel gets lubricated and your clit is erect, you are wet there. But that does not count on pregnancy. You like or not, you ready or not, what counts are your fertility and the semen. Remember that always. You are adult now, and you must have sex now or then if you like or not… so, just mind to take protection before doing. Understand?”
“Ohhh! Bājī! Never mind…”
They hugged tightly and Waħīdah Yåqūb asked mockingly,
“So? Why is my loving sis asking so much detail? Are you going to do it, or have you already done that?”
“Oh! Bājī! You are being unfair. I have not done that, and have no source to do so…you know that! But tell me, have you done it already? Err, I mean, do you do it regularly?”
“Oh! No! None of your cup of tea!”
“Ya, I know, but MejBājī told that she has come to know the secret. You are a regular. You take Oral Contraceptives regularly. Don’t you? Please, please, Bājī… Tell…”
“Ya. She is right. I used to do it regularly. But, for the last nine months, I have not done that… you know.” Waħīdah Yåqūb felt shy as her secret was at last revealed.
“You are lucky, then. Bājī, please, tell about your first experience, I am excited to know about that.”
Waħīdah Yåqūb tried to avoid her but the youngest sister was pressing too much; and then joined the second one, Åāliyah Yåqūb.
She was more than enthusiast.
And Waħīdah Yåqūb almost blushed to remind that time.
She just told,
“The first time, you feel pain.
It hurts, you know, if you had not done all that masturbations with your fingers or something like that.
But once you pass the pain, it is the best thing that happens in your life, and once you are in habit, you are in heaven always.
The two sisters pressed her to share her first cherry-popping, painful experience, and Waħīdah Yåqūb, insisted that their stepfather, Durgesh, was in the next room, so they better leave the topic left for then and there.
But Åāliyah Yåqūb informed that she had just passed Durgesh‘s room, and he was sleeping, so they better carry on.
Waħīdah Yåqūb blushed again to remember the day some two years ago. She started:
“It was some three years ago, Jamīlah had not joined the college yet and I was in the final year. After the practical exam, almost all the students had gone to their houses, the college was almost empty, as the winter vacation was on. Åāliyah Yåqūb had also gone home after the semester. The day was charming, but too cold. It was raining all the day.
“I was in my room, when the caretaker called me that someone was waiting on line for me. I was surprised who it may be, and came downstairs to attend the call. It was Naushābah Jamīl, my classmate. She asked me to come immediately to the college office and meet her. It was urgent.
“So, I headed towards the campus in search of Naushābah Jamīl. It was raining. I reached the corridor and the silent campus seemed to be so ghostly, you know. I reached the first floor, where the office room is, as Naushābah Jamīl told she would be there.
“Suddenly a strange sound hit my ears. It was unusual, I was familiar with it. And it was Naushābah Jamīl, moaning in pleasure! The moan, that passes usually when a girl is sexually satisfied! I was not unaware of it. I was a regular masturbator with some or all the other girls in the college, hostel.
“Though some girls of the hostel were regularly going late nights and dating, these were not my kind. Everybody knew that I was sigh and did know nothing about sex. Only, my room partners knew that I was sensual, sexy and friendlier with my cunt and fingers or the thick- fat candles. And Naushābah Jamīl was the one of them.
“As I stood near the head- clerk’s room, the sound made me sure that there was something forbidden in the room. And I just peeped through the key- hole.
“What did I see, was totally a head-turner to me! It was Naushābah Jamīl lying stark naked on the table, and between her legs, it was Durgesh, our Hindu stepfather, also naked, pumping his marvelous unique thick, fat Uncut Hindu Dick in and out of my best-friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy ! She was loud always, when she masturbates, and now, she was louder. With every thrust from Durgesh, she made a groan, approving how much she enjoyed. And they were sweating on the cold day!
“Heaving with every thrust! Durgesh was holding her ankles with hands high spreading as much as he could while fucking, and she was joining him with each thrust holding her beautiful young Musalmān ass high to meet more appropriately.
“I was an uneasy observer, but my legs had already turned to jelly and I was struck there peeping at the wild sex- scene in the room. To be honest, I was already damn wet under my long skirt and white knickers. I was desperate to touch myself there, and I did!
“I slid one hand under the skirt and pulling aside the panty, I started rubbing my erected clit. I was dripping wet, the wetness began to flow my thighs. And rubbing my clit I came, desperately, my cum filled my hand and the panty, some squirted on the skirt too!
“I was to run back, but just then, the umbrella fell on the floor. Before I head back picking up the umbrella, the door opened and Naushābah Jamīl pulled me inside with one strong pull. She was all naked then; Durgesh’s extremely fragrant Hindu semen was flowing down her smooth Musalmān thighs, overflowing her now swollen Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt . `Oh! You made just an awful entry,’ she glared at me. `You! The sound made us scared and, you know, Durgesh just came inside.’
“I murmured, ‘ I’m sorry. Actually… .’
‘Just keep quite! You know, Durgesh had been dying for you. He just wants to have you at any cost. And today, you are not to argue. Understand? Come on Waħīdah Yåqūb, show Durgesh what a slut you are.’
‘Slut? Me? Naushābah Jamīl? Are you mad? I was still under haze after a sweet orgasm. I sensed, seeing Durgesh naked, quietly, was making me hot again.’
“I was a needy slut always, to be honest. Everybody knows me as a meek and mild girl, but about sex, I was desperate, only lacked the courage to take the initial step. The word `slut’ made me wet again. I gazed at the glistering Uncut Hindu Cock of Durgesh, now still erect between his legs. Naushābah Jamīl suddenly caught hold of my long, upbraided hair and furiously began to kiss me.
“I put my lips in hers while our tongues tangled brusher with each other in a deep sensual kiss we do often share. She began to caress my breasts with both hands. I decided to go through the situation.
“And then I realized Durgesh had stood up and had come behind me. He had started to embrace me from the behind. Our kiss broke as Durgesh turned me towards him and put a deep kiss on my lips. Uhh! The first ever kiss from a man! I opened my mouth as his lip trailed into my mouth, finding something desperately.
“I returned his kiss. We broke the contract just a while to catch the breath and again we were lost in a passionate kiss. He fondled my butt and then began to caress them. I let a deep sigh out- Allahhh..hhhsss.
“Naushābah Jamīl had by then lit a cigarette, and was smoking. She said, -hadn’t I told that your Waħīdah Yåqūb is a real needy slut, a fucking hot girl? Now take her to all and make a fucking randy whore of your own just like me.’
“Durgesh lifted me and put me on the chair. And he began to unbutton my cardigan. As he finished, Naushābah Jamīl kneeled before him, took a deep smoke and parting her lips, gave a sensual kiss on his now fully erect Uncut Hindu Cock. Durgesh was peeling me one by one. First came out the cardigan, then the top and the bra. He lowered his lips to kiss one of my breasts, and as his tongue licked my nipples, I felt, I came then and there on my panty. Allah! Oh God! It was so hot!
“Naushābah Jamīl began to lick his Uncut Hindu Cock, often smoking and gulping the whole Hindu shaft into her Musalmān throat! I was surprised to see her do so! I had seen such activities only in the pornographies which we, in the hostel used to arrange in our rooms now and then, ransoming the caretaker. But when I saw it real, made me hornier. I wanted to act as a real slut as she had told.
“I crawled down the chair and kneeled by her. With a mouthful of smoke she kissed me, letting the smoke enter me. I inhaled it and lowered my mouth on Durgesh‘s Uncut Hindu Prick. It was glistering with Naushābah Jamīl’s Musalmān Pussy-juice and her saliva. I planted a deep kiss on the tip.
“Then smoked from Naushābah Jamīl’s stuff and like I saw her doing, I opened my mouth and took the Uncut Hindu Prick into my ardent Musalmān mouth. I began to lick from top to the root, till his black, thick, curly pubic hair did not brush my nose. With one hand, I caressed his Hindu balls, letting him out a deep moan- ahhhh! Just do it.
“I was totally become a slut like Naushābah Jamīl by then and she was fondling my ass. A while later, Durgesh took me with both hands, kissed me, and lifting me holding my slander waist, let me lie on the table in the position I saw Naushābah Jamīl lying and fucking.
“I was in the skirt and sensed Durgesh lifting it upholding the hem to my waist. I put my ass up to help Durgesh get my panty out. He was in no hurry, but I was. He lowered his face and kissed me on there. Oh! It was a sensation. A shiver flew through my spine and I felt very wet there. He parted the outer lips of my Musalmān Pussy and licked hard.
“I moaned and moaned. My clitoris was getting hard; my nipples were by then rock hard. He was kissing and I was moaning for a quick fuck. Really the whole act made me a needy slut. I was thrusting my pelvis to his face up and with both hands had already clutched his hair. With one finger he had put into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, he started to finger-fuck me.
“I was on the verge of a rocking orgasm. I could sense the tension building in me. His two fingers were already in me. I sensed my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt-juice running through his Hindu fingers. With his finger satisfying me, I came then and there, vigorously, as hard as possible. It was the best one I had enjoyed then, more to come… you know.
“Our Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, looked up, came forward and kissed me on my lips. I kissed him too. And I sensed his rock-hard Uncut Hindu Cock was brushing through my ardent Musalmān crack. I shivered and as he was brushing it through, I surprisingly found that I came again! This time, the orgasm was more sensitive.
“I was moaning and suddenly, he put it into my Musalmān Pussy! First, the head came through the moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt- channel and he waited. Naushābah Jamīl crawled up on the table and straddled me on her knees, her Musalmān Pussy just on my face. She leaned to kiss Durgesh and I began licking her wetness.
“Durgesh held my legs apart, clutching the ankles and raising the legs as far as to my chest. He asked, ‘Ready now? Waħīdah Yåqūb? It is going to hurt if it’s your first one.’ But I was in no mood to listen. He pushed the Uncut Hindu Cock in a little, and I moaned loud- Allahhhhhhsssss!
“Durgesh increased the weight, and thrust again. I moaned louder. Then, suddenly, a thrust followed and I cried out loud, as his long thick Uncut Hindu Cock popped off my Musalmān cherry. It did not bleed as I had the hymen popped off a long time ago while masturbating with wood-pencils or candles, and with Allah knows with what, but it hurt.
“I was stung in pain, and my best friend just thrust her Musalmān Pussy on my mouth. She was wet, and I felt her now-swollen Musalmān Pussy lips so wet, that forgetting the pain, I began to lick her juice. And I sensed Durgesh had begun to pump me, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt that had by then adjusted the first insert, his thickness and his whole Hindu shaft.
“I was dripping there and he found it easy to pump me. The wet channel was burning for the shaft was really thick, but the burning of my sex was much more. He was really fucking me! And I was really enjoying! In my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, there was the tasty Musalmān Pussy of Naushābah Jamīl, her hairy Musalmān Pussy was leaking her cum.
“Durgesh was fucking me really carefully. He knew it was my first season and he was fucking slowly. But I sensed the urge of speed and began to moan- oh! Fuck-fuck me hard, you old Hindu scoundrel, fuck the Musalmān Pussy hard… faster faster….oh oh ufffff… ahhhhhh… And he began to fuck fast. I felt the tension coiling in the lower abdomen, and I was really going to cum soon.
“Durgesh was rubbing my clit then, fast with the rhyme of the pumping in and out. And moaning loud, I came, harder than the previous one.
“But Durgesh was not done yet, and he was thrusting in and out furiously. I could hear the sound of the Uncut Hindu Cock going in and out of my slippery Musalmān Pussy, and his groaning was now heard loud enough. He was holding my hips and bouncing as if there was no tomorrow.
“His eyes were closed and teeth gritted as I sensed a hot flow of thick Hindu load squirting deep into my Musalmān vagina. It was vibrating and spreading the load and with the fall of the Hindu semen, I began to cum again.
“We could not catch our breath for a little while, and when we could, the first word I said, was, ‘Allah! Oh my god, it was so fucking well! Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you made me a woman now! Now I understand why Ammī left Abbū for you. Now I understand why we beautiful Musalmān houseladies are so crazy to fuck you. Allah! Oh God! It was amazing, just amazing. I never came so much for a day. Oh!’
“Naushābah Jamīl came down to my crotch and began to lick my Musalmān Pussy. She cleaned Durgesh’s Hindu semen with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue and we kissed, tasting Durgesh’s hot Hindu load through our tongues. I was lying there and feeling little dizzy for some time only to get ready with the all licking and fingering of my friend.
“And, when I was wet again and was really in need of a little attention for my dripping Musalmān Pussy, Durgesh was ready with his hard-on which was now brushing through the crack of my Musalmān Pussy. And he just started the bouncing in and out, in and out, in and out, and after some five or six hours later we came together heavily, our release throbbed inside my Musalmān Pussy.
“I sensed the jerk in there, felt how hot his Hindu load was and as the dizzy feelings subsided, an idea suddenly panicked me. He came twice in me and I was not undergoing any birth control.
“I began to cry, feeling what will happen to me, my future, what my friends, family will think of me. Only then Durgesh spoke. He was silent all through the fuck. He just said not to be panicked and gave us two a packet of Morning-After pill each and also the instructions how to use. We kissed passionately and I stood up to put on my clothes. I took the bra, put it on and Durgesh did the hooking back.
“I wore the top, the cardigan and was searching the panty. It was lying on the chair and was almost soaking wet with my cum and the semen of Durgesh. He held it up and said,’ I’m going to keep it, darling, as the memento of my fantasy girl who came to be my fucking baby.’
“I could not but laugh and said,` Ok, you win the toffee. And I am all yours, you possess me, owe me by the time. You made me a woman, popping my fucking Musalmān virginity; I am looking forward for another fuck from you soon.’ We returned back and I felt pain. It was soaring in the morning. Naushābah Jamīl told me to take rest, take some hot-bath and some antibiotics for the pain.
“Rest helped me, and so the therapy. I was all cured by the second day, and on the third afternoon, Durgesh‘s call came. I was in the office room again, and it was the real, perfect intercourse, what we call lovemaking. He introduced me the test of his hot Hindu semen as he unloaded the jerk in my Musalmān mouth too. It tasted odd, but the feeling of being a perfect slut came to be true.
“I felt like a randy whore whenever Durgesh called on phone to come to his office. We got the rhythm, at least twice a week; mostly on Saturdays and Sundays and each time, he would come at least thrice a day.
“We fucked like dog and bitch, like husband and wife, like lover and beloved, like whore and customer, like couple on first date, and in every possible guise, in every possible style, every possible pose. We went on holidays and seminars in Digha, in Kolkata, in Delhi, and even at Durgesh‘s house.
“After our final exam, both Naushābah Jamīl and I were posted in the home-Hospital for Durgesh. And Durgesh married Naushābah Jamīl last year, leaving me all alone.”
As she finished her experience, she found her two sisters lying in the bed, spreading their legs and lifting their nightgowns up, fingering their pussies and moaning.
Waħīdah Yåqūb did not lag behind.
She had not been doing any sex for the last eight or nine months.
Her only relief was her fingers and the candles just as they used to be in the past.
She needed a good fuck at any cost and she found it difficult to find my Uncut Hindu Cock here, as her sisters’ presence.”
Waħīdah Yåqūb put her hand under the sari and petticoat (petticoat) and began to finger her Musalmān Pussy.
The room filled with the aroma of sex and the moans the three of them doing with fingering themselves.
And they were so hot that they came almost at the same time.
The release was good for them and they felt calm.
“You are now alone. Aren’t you, Bājī?”
“Why? Have you found one?”
“Oh! Not again, Bājī. It’s not fair. I told you, I am alone. And I do not like the boys here. They are so predictable, you know!”
“Predictable in sex? Yes, my dear, I heard, most of the women say, their husbands are predictable. They just get erected, tug the women’s clothes, and go for pumping and release soon, leaving the women unsatisfied. They don’t think of their wives’ release or orgasms.”
“Oh! It’s so sad. I fear what will happen to us.”
“Yes, be careful. Don’t go for a date until you know the man and his outlook about sex. Discuss it first what he thinks about woman and her sex. You know, once you had tasted it, it becomes an addiction if it is good. I feel so lonely now, having so much pleasure once and living alone without a single fuck for the last six or seven months. It’s so unbearable!
Åāliyah Yåqūb came and hugged her sister.
‘I think you are right, Bājī. It’s an addiction. I had seen Durgesh and Ammī doing sex at night regularly. Just think, he is almost fifty and she was forty-seven. Ammī says that it’s a habit. If they do not make love at least twice or thrice a week, they feel anxious. Sex releases the tension. Even if they come to visit us, they make love at the day, when we are out.
“I had seen them enjoying here one day when I arrived at noon unexpectedly. I entered with my own key as usual and heard their moaning. I spied them and released my cum. Ammī told me that day when she found me in my room after she came to pee some five minutes after their release. They care for each other and are very happy in sex.’
This surprised Jamīlah.
But Waħīdah Yåqūb told that she had too seen her parents enjoying sex many times here and also at their home.
“That means one thing; we three sisters need our partners who can satisfy our sexual needed. Am I right?”
Åāliyah Yåqūb suggested,
“Why not we too make our Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, as our partner? He is strong and healthy. If he can fuck Waħīdah Yåqūb Bājī, why can’t all of us? Once I too have chanced to have a look at his erected Uncut Hindu Prick a few days ago. He is really huge, I say.”
Waħīdah Yåqūb told her to keep quiet.
It will make them incest. It is better not to discuss it.
Her sisters agreed and they hugged each other.
As the dinnertime was near, they prepared the dinner and Waħīdah Yåqūb went to call Durgesh for dinner.
I was still sleeping.
Waħīdah Yåqūb entered the room knocking, and saw her beloved Durgesh lying asleep on the bed.
I looked so sweet when I slept, thought Waħīdah Yåqūb.
She touched my bare shoulder and felt a sudden shiver running through her spine.
Oh, it’s so wrong! Touching Durgesh and feeling sexy is very wrong.
And she was not his real daughter.
They have already fucked each other too much.
Now why the hell she was reacting so strange and irrational?
She called me loud, and I woke up.*
She gave me a regular hug, a peck on my cheeks and I returned her so.
She felt her erect nipples brushing my bare hairy chest once again.
Though she was in sari and the blouse, her nipples were so erect that they were now tickling through.
Irrationally, she felt shy and broke the embrace earlier than ever.
She asked me to come and have the dinner.
At the dinner, we were stout all and teasing each other.
I was teasing Jamīlah, snatching away her bread or her plate of meat and Åāliyah Yåqūb, leg pulling me.
But Waħīdah Yåqūb was not in mood.
She was getting horny whenever her eyes met with mine.
She felt she was wet there under her sari and petticoat.
She wore sari usually.
Rarely did she wore jeans, trousers, Capri, shorts or minis like her younger sisters.
Her favorite outfit for the hospital was either sari or salwar.
Often she put on some long skirt and formal shirts. she worked hard to keep herself in shape, like her sisters.
She was not busty, but not skimpy also.
Her size matched with her younger sister Åāliyah Yåqūb.
They both used 32 B size bra and their waists measured 28 and going down, their ass rolled round to 36, making them both hour-glass figured.
Her sari hung just down her naval- slopes leaving ample space of her fair, flat, little bulky tummy and her sari- plaits that run on to her shoulder, left enough of the cleavage- show to figure out her firm young Musalmān boobs.
She was always that presentable with her silky black hair running to her knees either in a good handy braid or a tress.
Åāliyah Yåqūb also had such long hair.
But Jamīlah loved it a boy’s cut.
Whatever it was, Waħīdah Yåqūb felt a tension looking at Durgesh.
She could not forget ever how passionately I fuck her whenever she was lucky enough to get the chance.
She felt a sexual tension, a sexual need building in her centering on me.
It was not right.
She must get rid of it.
She tried to think about something else.
We finished the dinner.
Åāliyah Yåqūb helped Waħīdah Yåqūb to clean and the other two retired to study.
They finished the cleaning and headed towards their rooms.
Waħīdah Yåqūb locked herself, got out of her cloth, opened the blouse, untied the petticoat, and lit a cigarette and opening the drawer, hauled out a long thick candle.
Her tongue lubricated it and she thrust it down to her dripping Musalmān Pussy.
She bit her lips so that the moan did not pass loud, and began to masturbate furiously.
Her climax was near and she relieved the tension involving Durgesh.
Yet she could not stop thinking about me.
She began to do it again, and again, until she was too exhausted to pull out the candle.
She had enjoyed four orgasms then and there, thinking Durgesh fucking her.
And then she lay on the bed as she was masturbating with the candle.
She fell asleep.
And in dream, she enjoyed some really good fucking seasons with me.
I was really well- built even at my sixty six.
My prick was normally some eight inches long and thick.
And I fucked her really well.
I almost fucked the shit out of her.
She came while dreaming and soaking wet did she woke up at midnight.
She ran to the bathroom, splashed water on her face and neck and then coming back, she lit a cigarette.
A good smoke can make sense.
She smoked and retired to bed.*
I felt it odd as she reacted tonight.
I had heard all they were discussing there in the other room in the evening, before the dinner.
I wasn’t surprised to find her sober beloved Waħīdah Yåqūb’s love life, or appropriately her sex life.
It wasn’t really shocking to find her experiences.
I fucked her because that was what her own Ammī wanted me to do.
“Fuck her yourself, Durgesh, before she is taken advantage of by someone not suitable for her.”
I respected her Ammī’s concern for her and obliged her immediately.
Why take chance to let anything wrong happen?
I always thought highly about her.
Everyone who knows, think highly about her and no one, who knows her, would be surprised to discover her as a slut as she had called herself today.
It was unbelievable.
I had to change her negative psychology as soon as possible.
She wasn’t a slut.
No girl must think herself a slut ever.
Sex is a normal desire.
And as such It must be respected.
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She bolted upright on the couch and swiveled around to stare into my eyes.
“Allah! Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was…I was…touching you there. Please forgive me,” she begged bringing her trembling hands together in front of her mouth.
Sitting up I reached over and pulled Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s head against my chest with her face pointing down to my lap.
“It was an accident Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, don’t worry about it,” I soothingly repeated until she seemed to calm down some.
“Yeah, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“My dear, I truly am impressed, but don’t you think you should tuck that thing in now?”
She laughed all the way into the kitchen after she’d watched me trying to stuff the Hindu beast back into its cage.
She brought sandwiches and fresh soda and we curled back on the couch, me on one side and her on the other, and filled the rest of the day by watching some of the worst nonsense imaginable.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid did ask about Al Shafaq Al Åbbās once.
“What’s going to happen between you and your little Musalmān friend now?”
“Hopefully she’ll find someone else to take care of her needs,” I answered nonchalantly.
“I take it you weren’t in love with her then,” she asked.
Instead of a speech about the pit-falls of getting involved with a married woman she just snickered,
“Well, a handsome guy like you shouldn’t have any trouble finding someone else to help you with your tension problems.”
“I’m taking volunteers,” popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“Durgesh ! Shame on you. Although, after what I saw today, if I wasn’t your Bhābhījān I’d be on you like the speed of light squared,” she cackled mirthfully.
“E=mc2, kudos for the brainiest reference Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I laughed back.
There was a lull in the storm later that evening, but when it returned Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid slid over and snuggled up to me.
She covered us both with the blanket and propped herself against my side with my arm around her shoulder.
Without realizing I was doing it I let my fingers draw little circles on her upper arm.
The feel of her skin was warm and soft to the touch.
As my fingers rubbed they slowly slid forward, and before I knew it, I was actually rubbing the tips of them against the side of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s boob.
When she didn’t say anything, I became braver, naturally.
Gradually I inched my fingertips forward until they were barely touching the crinkled flesh of her areola under her slip.
A sudden shifting on her part brought her nipple directly under my fingertips.
It was hard.
As gently as I could muster, I rubbed the stiffness and felt it get even harder.
This went on for a few minutes before she moaned softly, excused herself saying she was tired, and went into her bedroom.
I didn’t hear her door close.
I had to sit there for quite a spell before enough blood drained out of my dick to allow me to walk without it pointing the way.
I shut everything off except a small light over the stove.
It was just enough light for me to see down the hallway and not run into the wall.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s door was open and as I got next to it, I peered in.
A spark of lightning outside her window lit her room up enough for me to see her curled in a ball on top of the covers.
“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you okay?” I asked, concern in my voice.
“I’m fine Durgesh, go on to bed. I’ll see you in the morning,” she said sounding far off.
“Okay. If you need me for anything, holler,” I told her not really wanting to go.
“I will. Goodnight, Durgesh.”
“Goodnight, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I said, then went into my room and crawled naked under the covers.*
I had no idea what time it was when the repeated calling of my name finally woke me.
Outside the storm raged on, loud booming crashes of thunder followed by dazzling displays of lightning that lit up my room for several seconds at a time.
My eyes opened halfway just as another streak of lightning lit up my room, casting eerie shadows in every direction.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was standing by the side of my bed and it looked to me like she was shaking all over.
I sat straight up letting the covers bunch in my lap.
“What’s wrong, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?” I asked worried that something bad had happened.
“I’m scared and I can’t sleep.” She sounded like a frightened schoolgirl.
The thought of how ironic this was almost made me laugh out loud.
When I was little, even then the storms like this would never terrify me.
I’d always go into my parent’s bedroom and say just about the same thing Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had just done, but not out of fear, boldly instead.
My parents would lift the covers and allow me to snuggle into their protective warmth.
Turn about was fair play, so without thinking I held up the covers so she could crawl into bed.
Just as she was about to, another streak of lightning lit up the room and she froze.
I saw where she was looking and it dawned on me that I was naked.
I dropped the covers enough to hide my privates.
“Sorry, I forgot,” I said immediately. “My pajamas are on the floor somewhere, mind handing them to me?”
She had to wait for another bolt of lightning to light up the room before she was able to find them.
After tossing them to me, I lay back and struggled into the legs before lifting my hips and pulling them the rest of the way up.
That done I once again held up the covers and felt her crawl in next to me.
The sweet soft fragrance of jasmine filled my nostrils as she turned her back to me and settled in.
I stretched out on my back with my hands behind my head, our bodies barely touching.
I could feel her shiver every time the thunder boomed.
“Durgesh,” I heard her whisper after about ten minutes later.
“Yeah, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“Would you hold me, please?” she asked in such a low voice that I barely heard her.
I immediately regretted not having at least tried to fasten the buttons on the pajama bottoms.
I knew it would be useless to go ahead and button up; they would just pop back open anyway.
The best thing I figured I could do was not get too close to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s back.
I stretched my bottom arm under my pillow and lay the one on top over her waist with my hand just reaching the softness of her tummy, leaving a small gap between us.
“Tighter, my dear,” I heard her softly say.
I grabbed the edge of my pillow and moved it so it was over the edge of hers, and then I inched towards her until her back and my front meshed in all the right places.
“Better?” I asked, reaching up and combing my fingers through the hair on the side of her head.
“Ummm,” she murmured.
Slipping my bottom arm back under both pillows I let my other hand fall onto the soft skin of her upper arm.
I began drawing tiny circles just as I’d done earlier, my face resting next to the back of her neck.
Without even thinking about what I was doing, I reached up and swept her hair away from her neck, and then planted a couple of feathery kisses at the junction where her shoulder and neck met.
A soft moan escaped her lips and I brought my hand back to resume drawing circles on her arm.
I widened the loops of the circles toward the front of her until I was once again drawing them on the side of her breast.
“That feels nice,” Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid whispered shifting her shoulder back and placing her hand flat on the topside of my thigh.
With her shoulder back I was able to reach the front edge of her slip where it started to cover her chest.
I let my fingers linger there pushing the fabric further away on each pass.
What she preached, she herself did exactly opposite it.
Nuzzling her neck and raining tiny kisses along the top of her shoulder, I reached up and lightly pulled the strap of her slip down her arm to her elbow.
Next I placed the palm of my hand on the top swell of her breast and slid it downward pushing the slip off her tit as I did.
I felt the stiffness of her nipple scrape across my palm as my hand replaced the fabric that covered her left breast.
Her nipple grew even stiffer as I ran my fingertips over the top of it.
Cupping her shoulder and sliding away from her slightly, I gently urged her onto her back.
With the flashes of lightning, I was able to see that she was staring up at me as I propped my head up with my hand.
I was also able to catch glimpses of the crinkled skin of her areola and pointed nipple.
Her other hand came up and cupped my cheek tenderly.
“I love you, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. I just want to make you feel good. Is that so wrong?” I whispered as my hand roamed over her chest then slid under her slip and cupped her other breast.
“Ahhh,” she sighed as I pinched her nipple making it get as hard as the other one.
I played with her breasts one at a time, squeezing first one then the other before I leaned forward and captured the closest nipple.
My tongue drew more circles around the brown circle of her areola.
Her hand began to rub up and down on my Hindu shaft in shaky jerks.
With her tit on my lips, I moved my hand down the front of her, sliding it lower and lower until I reached the hem of her slip on her thigh.
Thunder boomed making her jump just as my hand traveled back up her thigh and under the part of her slip that hid her beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mound.
My fingers raked through the hair covering her sex and found the nub of her clit peeking from its protective hood.
“Oh Durgesh, stop…we can’t… do this,” she panted as I bore down on her clit with the tip of my index finger.
Pulling my mouth off her nipple, I lowered my lips to hers.
There was no use of tongue, just a soft passionate connecting of lips.
She didn’t respond for a second or two, and then her hand snaked around to the back of my head and pressed my lips harder onto hers.
My finger left her clit and slid down between the slick lips of her pussy and burrowed into her moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tunnel. Her tongue shot out and forced its way into my mouth as she began to kiss me with greedy abandon.
I worked my finger in and out of her increasingly wet pussy faster and faster.
“Allah! Oh my God. Allah! Oh my God. Allah! Oh my God,” she chanted thrusting her hips upwards burying more of my finger into her heat.
“That’s it, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, let it go,” I whispered encouragingly into her ear as I inserted a second finger.
“OHHH HONNNEEEYYYY!!!” she screamed as juice poured over my fingers and her thrusting hips slowed down and then stopped moving.
I slowly pulled my soaked fingers from her twitching pussy then brought them up to her mouth and she sucked her juices from them.
Lightning lit up the room and I saw her eyes watching as she licked the last drops of her tangy nectar from the insides of each finger.
Her hand slipped off as I rolled over onto my back and stared at the shadows on the ceiling, listening as she tried to bring her breathing under control.
“Allah, God, Durgesh, what have we done,” she quietly asked.
“Nothing wrong, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I told her reaching over and taking her limp hand in mine.
“How can what we just did, what I allowed us to do, not be wrong? You’re my husband’s friend only for Allah’s sake,” she countered.
“Come here, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I whispered coaxing her into my waiting arm.
She snuggled up against my side and rested her head on my chest.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. All you did was allow yourself to enjoy the pleasures I offered. It’s not like we had gone all the way, now is it?”
“But…” she sobbed.
“But what, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“I feel so dirty,” she moaned.
“Why,” I asked.
“Because…because I would have gone all the way. I would have let you make love to me,” she whispered into my chest.
“And I would gladly accepted your gift of unconditional love, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, but only if and when you are ready to give it. For now, just let your best friend take care of your needs, that’s all I ask.”
“You don’t find the idea of having sex with your Bhābhījān wrong, or disgusting as your little friend called us?”
“Can I tell you something, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“Of course,” she answered.
“Ever since I was able to see you as a woman, not as just Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I’ve wanted to have sex with you. Even to this day when I’m with some woman I picture your face as we do the deed,” I told her, expecting her to be shocked.
“So, you were watching. I wasn’t sure,” I said smiling at the memory.
“Can I tell you something, Durgesh?”
“I feel so naughty telling you this. Anyway, I’ve watched you and that Musalmān girl several times,” she snickered.
I stroked her hair and asked,
“Did you like what you saw?”
“Yes. I…I couldn’t stop wishing it were me riding you instead of her. I’d get so wet that I had to go to my room and play with myself until I had an orgasm. But that’s as far as I thought I’d take it, just harmless fantasizing.”
“Now that it’s gone beyond fantasizing how do you feel?”
“Confused. Part of me wants to die for what we just did, but another part of me wants to feel you deepest inside me. Does that make any sense to you,” she asked, her hand inching down toward my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
“I understand, and I’ll never push you into something you’re not ready for. Just know that if you need any stress relief, I’ll gladly volunteer.” We both got a chuckle out of that.
“Maybe we should get some more sleep. Do you mind if I hold you while we sleep?” I didn’t understand that what she meant was, she wanted to hold my Uncut Hindu Cock, until her fingers wrapped around it.
“My dear, can I ask you one more thing?”
“What’s that, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“Did you deliberately let me enjoy the taste of me on your fingers?”
“Very much so. But it’d been so much better if you could have gotten it directly from me, instead of from my fingers.”
I felt her quiver as her hand tightened a little more around my Hindu shaft.
Sometime during the night, the storm had faded into a minor drizzle.
My eyes fluttered open then squinted from the brightness.
I was alone.
I couldn’t help but wonder if what had happened had just been a dream caused by my desire for Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid.
Rolling over on my side, I caught the scent of jasmine that lingered on the other pillow.
The musky smell of pussy, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s pussy, was still on my fingers.
Even after my bladder was emptied, I had to tuck myself back in twice before I reached the kitchen.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was standing at the counter holding her cup of coffee in both hands as she stared out the window at the drizzling rain.
She had a towel wrapped around her head and was wearing her worn out terry-cloth robe.
She must have heard me approach, because she didn’t flinch when I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently began to knead them.
She smelled as fresh as the morning.
“Mmmmm,” she murmured as my fingers worked her shoulder muscles.
“Just got out of the shower?” I asked, gazing out at the rain.
“Uhuh,” she said as she took a sip.
“You smell great, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I told her.
“Listen, Durgesh,” she began before putting her cup down and turning around to face me. “What happened last night was a mistake. I was just being a foolish, lonely old woman that let things get out of hand.”
Stepping in closer to her, I put my hands on her hips and said,
“I…” she started, her bottom lip quivering slightly as she gazed into my eyes.
Tilting my head I brought my lips down tenderly onto hers cutting off any further words of protest.
I held my lips on hers, and was rewarded with the feel of her arms, going around my neck.
And the sweetness of her returning my kiss.
Our kiss went on and grew more passionate; our tongues began to hunt for each other’s.
My hands slid around the front of her robe and untied the sash that held the halves together.
When we finally broke the kiss, I stepped back slightly and parted her robe.
Her hands slid down the front of my chest until they reached her sides and hung there unmoving.
My eyes feasted upon Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s loveliness.
Her breasts were ripe and full with just a hint of drooping, her areolas small crinkled circles of brown skin topped with erect dark- pink nipples.
She didn’t try to stop me as I placed my lips between their fullness and used my hands to squeeze them against my cheeks.
Pulling my lips back, I squeezed the globes closer together until I was able to kiss both nipples at the same time.
I heard her gasp and felt her fingers entangle themselves in my hair at the back of my head.
The longer I kissed the harder she pressed my lips onto her.
“Oh Durgesh, Allah, what are you doing to me, ” she whispered, her breathing growing erratic.
Releasing my hold on the sides of her tits, I kissed each nipple once more before making my way slowly down over the tiny soft swell of her belly.
I ran my tongue into her belly- button before sliding it lower, my hands holding her soft mature hips gently.
My knees finally touched the floor and I came face to face with her essence.
Her inner labia hung down past the folds just enough to be visible; their edges tinged a light brown.
I could see her pinkish clit peeking out as I brought my mouth forward and captured it in my lips.
Her hands pushed on the back of my head.
“Not here, Durgesh,” she whimpered pulling me to my feet.
When I reached my feet, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedrooms.
Halfway there she dropped my hand then reached up and pushed the robe off her shoulders.
She flung the wet towel from her head over her shoulder at me.
I almost broke my neck shedding the pajama bottoms on the run.
I reached my room in time to see her spin around and fling herself backwards into the middle of the bed.
She was giggling like a schoolgirl and watching me with lust crazed eyes.
She stopped her nervous giggling, raised her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could.
Next she took her hand and placed two fingers into the softness of her slit and scissored the fingers apart.
“Be gentle with me, Durgesh,” she moaned as her arms wrapped around me and pulled me down on top of her.
Pushing slowly forward I slid the rest of the way in until I felt my balls settle on the soft round cheeks of her beautiful Musalmān ass.
She pulled her lips from mine, grunted once, then raised her head to the side and sank her teeth gently into my shoulder.
I pumped my hips backwards until I almost fell out of her, and then slowly pushed back in.
I did this about ten times before she stretched her legs out and under, forcing my legs to the outside of hers.
I latched onto the side of her neck with my mouth as we pushed and pulled against each other at a leisurely pace.
“So good, so good, thank you, thank you very much,” she chanted as her upward thrusting began to become more forceful.
I matched her force, and in no time, we were fucking faster and faster.
She rained tiny kisses all over my face as her fingernails raked down my back.
I slid my hands up under her until I could grasp her ass.
Spurred on by the sounds of her throaty cries, I forced my feet between her closed legs.
“Uuuhhhhgggg Allah! Oh God Durgesh, now, do it now. Fill me Durgesh, please, I beg of you. Your friend could never give me the pleasure you are bestowing on me. I can’t be honest even if I don’t admit that to you.” she wailed her face contorted in ecstasy.
As we lay in each other’s arms a short time later I couldn’t remember a time when I’d ever been happier.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s head was resting on my shoulder and her warm soft tits were pressed against my side.
She was lazily running her fingertips from my chest to my stomach in large gentle circles.
“Are you still lonely, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I finally asked.
“No Durgesh, not anymore. I’m just worried,” she replied in a low voice.
“About what,” I asked.
“Now that you’ve tasted the forbidden fruit, and fulfilled our fantasy of having sex with each other, I’m just worried that you won’t want to keep eating the same old fruit.”
Reaching down I placed my fingers under her chin and lifted her face to mine so she could see my eyes.
“I love you with all my heart, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, and if you’ll let me show you, I guarantee you’ll never be lonely again,” I whispered.
“You really mean that, don’t you?”
“Just give me the chance to prove it, you’ll see,” I said.
I could see the doubt in her face disappear.
She lay her head back on my chest and let out a happy sigh before asking,
“How many times a day can you prove it?”
“As many times as you want,” I chuckled reaching down and cupping one of her breasts.
“You know that things will never be the same as they used to be,” she told me softly.
“No, no they won’t. They’ll be better from now on, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid.”
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The game played, in our own way
It was obvious to me that she’d started without me.
She was so engrossed with her chore that she didn’t hear me drop my pants and free my raging Hindu tube of flesh.
My balls battered her Musalmān clit on each forward thrust, my hands holding her hips tightly as I pumped her viciously from behind muttering,
“OH, AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID, OH, AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID, OH. AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID.”
“Oooogh, a little role-playing. Try kinky, but I’ll play along,” Al Shafaq Al Åbbās giggled.
The sloppy sounds of my Hindu balls bouncing off her wet Musalmān clit rang in my ears as the vision of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s solid Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass danced in my head.
I was pile driving into her so hard that she collapsed on the bed face first, where the bunched up covers muffled her screams of pleasure.
Crawling up and over her, I continued to feed all eight inches of my rigid Uncut Hindu Cock into her drenched Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole until I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cunt clamp down and begin to contract.
“OHHH, AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLIDDDDDD!!!” I wailed.
A ghostly white figure moved out of my sight so fast that I wasn’t even sure I’d seen it in the first place.
The sound of shuffling feet I was sure about though.
Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s usual peck on the lips was followed by a dressing down.
“Listen Hindu stud, I’m all for role-playing, but next time let’s pick something a little less creepy. Okay?”
With that, she was gone and I was left wondering if I had seen and heard what I thought I had.
I waited until I heard the front door close, then climbed out of bed and padded naked to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s bedroom door.
I don’t know what I expected to see.
I could just make out the lump of her body under the blankets and her terry-cloth robe lying on the floor next to the bed.
“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you still awake?” I asked quietly.
There was no reply.
I stared into the darkened room trying to make out more detail, but gave up and went back to my room.
My dreams were filled with images of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid watching me in her mirror as her hands barely covered the lush ripeness of her breasts.
A warm sweet smile played on her ruby-red lips.
The next morning, I found Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid at the dining table sipping her coffee.
I felt her eyes follow me as I fixed myself a cup, but when I turned around, she was looking out the kitchen window.
I gazed out it myself and saw the dark clouds growing thicker and more menacing.
Sometime today, we were going to be in for one hell of a storm I told myself.
I joined Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid at the table, the crotch of my boxers sticking to my sweaty balls.
“How’d you sleep last night,” I asked breaking the stillness of the morning.
“Like a rock. I think I drank too much wine. I practically passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow,” she answered looking down into her cup.
“Al Shafaq Al Åbbās and I didn’t disturb you? Did we?”
“Not at all,” she kinda whispered, still gazing into her coffee cup.
Even with her head pointing down, I was able to see the faint hint of color blush her cheeks.
“I don’t think your little friend likes me very much,” she said lifting her head up and gazing over at me.
“Don’t worry about her, she was just jealous,” I laughed.
“Jealous? Of what?”
“She didn’t know you were my Bhābhījān, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. She probably thought I’d picked you up and we were planning to…you know,” I couldn’t stop giggling.
“No, I don’t,” she replied, sounding genuinely unsure as to what I was saying.
“You know. The horizontal mamba…the beast with two backs…” I still could not feel my face flushing as I watched her beautiful Musalmān eyes grow wide with understanding.
“Oh. Oooohhhh!” the color on her cheeks rose another shade.
Laughing I said,
“Now you understand why she acted like she didn’t like you?”
“Yeah, I get it. But for the life of me, I don’t know why she’d think that. She could clearly see that I’m old enough to be more mature and sophisticated than she thought I am,” she said stone-faced.
Our laughter lasted a while.
“So you like older Musalmān women,” she asked in a tiny voice, her eyes looking deep into mine.
“Woman. One very hot Musalmān woman,” I said reaching over and taking her hand loosely in mine.
“Oh my,” she said pulling her hand from mine as she stood.
I watched her cheeks sway as she walked over to the counter near the coffee pot.
When she turned around and leaned against the counter, I noticed how loose the top folds of her robe was.
I could clearly see the top swell of her breasts and a small portion of the valley that lay between them.
“You think I’m hot,” she asked, studying me with her eyes as she steadied the cup in both hands and brought it up to her lips.
“Smokin hot, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I cooed, not disappointed by the way she held the cup in front of her, blocked my view of her chest.
“Oh pooh, you’re just like your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, always the sweet talker,” she giggled, her eyes full of humor.
“Be that as it may, it doesn’t change the fact that I have the hottest Musalmān woman, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, on the block. Always have,” I countered, getting up and going to get another cup.
She almost made me drop my cup when she sat hers down then turned and wrapped her arms around my middle, hugging herself to my side.
I could feel the softness of her beautiful erect proud Musalmān boobs trapping my lower bicep between them.
“I know you’re just saying that to make an old woman feel good, but thank you anyway,” she said, her head resting on my shoulder.
“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I blurted without thinking, “if you weren’t Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I would have been on you like white on rice last night.”
“Oh my,” she said again, then picked up her cup and scurried off to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
I felt like a complete jerk when I realized how uncomfortable I must have made her.
I sat back down at the table to drink my coffee, and also to let the swelling in my boxers go down.
Halfway through the cup I made myself get up and go apologize to her for being such a bad friend.
I knocked on her door, opening it only after she told me to come in.
She was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair, her eyes watching me in the glass.
“I’m sorry, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I shouldn’t have said that,” I said apologetically.
“Did you mean it…the part where if I wasn’t your Bhābhījān, your maraħūm friend’s wife, you’d of been on me like white on rice,” she asked, her voice neutral.
“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I…” I left my sentence incomplete deliberately.
“Tell me the truth, Durgesh. Would you have?”
Standing up straight, I resolved to tell her the truth.
“Yes, yes I would have.”
“Well then I forgive you,” she said, her reflection smiling brightly at me.
“Then you’re not mad at me?”
“Quite the contrary. I’m rather flattered that a Hindu stud, such as yourself, would find me appealing enough to want to, how does it go? Oh yeah…jump my bones.” Her use of the word ‘Hindu stud’ brought a brief memory of me pounding Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s Musalmān pussy from behind.
“AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID!” I cried, shocked to hear her speak this way.
“Oh relax, Durgesh,” she lightly laughed, came over and wrapped me in her arms. “I couldn’t get mad at you for telling me that I’m still a desirable beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman to even the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
My love for her overflowed and I crushed her to my chest, messing up her freshly brushed hair as I ran my hand through it.
“You’re suffocating me, sweetheart,” she mumbled against my chest before pushing herself away. “Now, what should we do today?”
“Anything you want to, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I answered fighting back tears of joy.
“With the way the weathers shaping up to be, how about we just lay around on the couch in our pajamas and watch movies. You do own a pair of pajamas,” she inquired after letting her eyes dart down to the slight tent in my boxers.
It made me proud of myself that she kept watching my tent with an obvious appreciation for it.
“Sounds good to me, and yes, I think I have a pair somewhere in my room. They’re probably pretty worn out though.”
“As long as they’re comfortable, who cares? It’s just the two of us,” she replied patting my chest with one hand signaling the end to our conversation.
I found a pair of pajama bottoms wadded up in the bottom drawer of my dresser.
Upon examination, I noticed the buttonholes that held the fly closed were really worn out.
I told myself that I’d have to be careful or my dingus would probably fall through the opening if I moved the wrong way.
I could have just put on some sweats, but the soft worn flannel of the bottoms was too hard to resist.
I went to the bathroom for a shower and saw that Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s door was shut.
I wondered if she was going to wear her robe since I’d never seen her in pajamas of any kind.
The shower felt great, and as a precaution, I rubbed one out to make sure that my hormones didn’t start acting up anytime soon.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s door was still closed when I emerged dressed in a black t-shirt and the flannel bottoms.
I went into the front room, turned on the TV and pawed through my collection of DVD’s hoping I had something she would like.
Unless Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had become interested in action flicks, I could only find two that she might like, Sleepless in Seattle and You’ve Got Mail.
I put the last one in the player and waited for her to join me.
My couch had built-in recliners on both ends, which makes it impossible to place a coffee table in front of it.
Something I never worried about since I didn’t have one anyway.
I do have little tables on each end for drinks and such however.
I sat on the left hand side, put the TV and DVD player remotes in the middle of the couch, and kicked the recliner back.
I had been sitting there almost twenty minutes before I heard Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s fluffy slippers, coming toward me.
I craned my neck around and watched as she rounded the couch.
She was wearing a soft pink slip with a fairly low cut neck that didn’t quite reach her knees.
Two thin straps held it up, and by the way, I saw her breasts jiggling.
I knew she didn’t have on a bra.
I didn’t know if she was aware of it, but another thing I noticed right away was I could see the faint brown of her areolas through the silky fabric.
When she sat down the slip hiked up exposing a generous portion of her beautiful Musalmān thighs.
I just sat there admiring her legs before she brought me back to earth by asking what we were going to watch.
“I like those movies,” she said happily, crossing one leg over the other and kicking her recliner back like mine.
“Before we start, can I ask you something, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“Sure,” she replied.
Bringing my eyes back down to her legs, I asked,
“How have you kept your legs looking so good?”
“These old things,” she said, lifting the leg closest to me in the air and running both her hands along the calf muscle.
My eyes were glued to the inside whiteness of her other leg’s thigh.
“After your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, died, I started going to the gym to fill my day. I went every day up until the day I moved here with you,” I could hear the pride in her voice as we both admired her shapely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.
I could also hear the loneliness in her voice when she’d mentioned Åbdul Raħmān.
“The gym did you good, you have gorgeous Musalmān legs,” I softly said.
“There you go again, you sweet talker. Stop ogling your Bhābhījān’s Musalmān legs and start the movie,” she giggled, placing her leg back over the other one.
Halfway through the first movie the rain came.
At first, it was just a light shower that fizzled out after fifteen minutes.
We took that time to grab a couple of sodas from the fridge.
I sat back in my seat and when Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid placed hers on the table next to me, I gave her an inquiring look.
“I’m getting a little chilly. Do you mind if I grab a blanket and stretch out with my head on you,” she asked.
What she was asking immediately registered in my brain.
She was leaning over with her hand still on her drink, the neck of her slip drooping down in front of her.
I caught a brief glimpse of her curly brown pubic hair below her tummy, before she straightened up and asked me again.
“Yeah, uh, sure,” I said.
I put the remotes on my end table and waited.
I had to recline my seat all the way back when Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid returned from the bedroom with a small throw blanket.
If I hadn’t she would have had to put her head in my lap instead of on my stomach, an idea I wasn’t keen on since my Hindu boner hadn’t gone down yet.
She lay on her side with her legs curled up, her head on my upper abdomen with one arm tucked under her and the other she hugged to her chest.
I managed to throw the blanket over her and we settled down to finish the movie.
Occasionally she would reach over me for her drink and mash her bottom-side breast into my ribcage.
My boner remained defiant, refusing to deflate no matter how hard I willed it to.
As long as we were lying there, it wasn’t a problem.
But when the first movie ended, I was relieved when Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid got up and put in the other one.
This time when she lay back down, she rested her hand in the middle of my thigh.
Just as the warmth of her hand seeped through to my skin the heavens opened up and rain came pouring down in buckets.
I don’t know about anyone else, but the sound of rain battering against the roof puts Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid in lalaland.
I heard tiny snores coming from her right before my eyes grew too heavy to keep open.
Visions of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s erect Musalmān tits played out in an endless loop in my head as the rain pounded the roof of the old house.
Thunder roared in the distance but failed to wake me from the pleasant sleep I was experiencing.
The sound of Al Shafaq Al Åbbās shrieking did wake me.*
My eyes snapped open and I saw her standing in front of the couch screaming at me.
Her hair was plastered to her head and she looked pissed.
Water rolled off her onto the floor and I wasn’t sure, if her trembling was from rage, or if it was because she was soaked to the bone.
That wasn’t the thing that shocked me however.
The fact that my cock was so hard that pre-cum was dripping from the head, and that Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s fingers were wrapped around my pulsing Hindu shaft did.
“You fucking Hindu scoundrel! First, you make me play that disgusting role-playing game last night, and now, I see it looks like you really are fucking your Bhābhījān, your maraħūm Musalmān friend, Åbdul Raħmān’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid! That’s just sick, you fucking Hindu monster,” Al Shafaq Al Åbbās rambled on.
All I heard was,
“Blah, blah, blah.”
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid must have been in shock too, because she didn’t move a muscle as Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s tirade continued.
“After all the loving I’ve given you, you go and throw it all away by humping your own Musalmān Bhābhījān! You are so crazy to fuck any extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady if she only offers herself to you even once. That’s how you fuck all of us beautiful Musalmān houseladies and have become the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Well buster, you’re not poking this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy anymore. I can’t believe myself how crazy I myself was until now to have sex with you that I even cheated my otherwise quite gentleman Musalmān husband.” she spat, throwing the key to the house onto the floor and storming off.
The last thing I heard her say before the front door slammed shut was,
“You two are freaks!”
I smiled and remembered my love sessions with Al Shafaq Al Åbbās.*
Moonlight filtered in through the open curtains making it just light enough for me to watch as Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s young beautiful Musalmān lips moved agonizingly slow up and down on my tingling Uncut Hindu Cock shaft.
She was good, so damn good.
But her over moral Musalmān husband never allowed her to do it.
He claimed it was a sin in Islam.
She knelt on the bed at my side without using her hands and slurped my Hindu tool in slow up and down strokes, the fingers of her left hand working her clit and cunt into a state of saturated readiness.
That was something I really liked about her.
Her Musalmān husband hated her for it, while I loved Al Shafaq Al Åbbās for the same.
Another thing I liked about her was the fact that no matter how many times we’ve fucked, she always insisted on being on top.
I didn’t mind, Al Shafaq Al Åbbās was as skinny as a beanpole with tits bigger than normal, and weighed maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet.
Being realistic, I knew that it appealed to me, and also to her need to dominate in everything she did.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
I tilted my head to look around Al Shafaq Al Åbbās toward the foot of the bed, then out the open door into the blackness of the hallway.
I couldn’t see anything.
The light in the hallway was off.
Still, the sensation of being watched persisted.
Her question snapped my attention back to what was important.
Reaching up I pinched the light brown protuberances of her nipples and felt them get hard enough to cut glass.
That got Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s motor revved up.
Her fingers clawed into the skin of my chest muscles painfully as her humping increased in tempo.
The squishy sounds of wet genitalia slapping together filled my bedroom and all thoughts of being watched fled as I felt the oncoming bliss of release.
Grunts of pure pleasure poured out of her lips as she feverously hammered down on me.
Faster and faster Al Shafaq Al Åbbās fucked me until suddenly, she sat straight up and squealed out her rapture as her gripping young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt milked my spurting Uncut Hindu Cock.
“OHHHHHH FUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!” she hollered and then collapsed onto my chest.
Al Shafaq Al Åbbās was a screamer.
I thought I heard the sound of shuffling feet but couldn’t be sure.
Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s loud panting masking out the sounds of the house.
After our breathing returned to normal, Al Shafaq Al Åbbās did what she always did after we fucked.
She pecked me on the lips, got dressed and left.
Not once had she ever stayed the night.
She didn’t want her husband to come looking for her.
Neither did I.
At a hundred and seventy pounds of lean muscle, I could hold my own.
But her husband was a bull of a man with one of the worst tempers I’d ever seen.
He was also my employee at the construction company I owned myself.
Was Al Shafaq Al Åbbās crazy?
The sound of the front door latching behind her was the last thing I heard before sweet dreams beckoned me into their loving embrace.
However, I couldn’t help but say.
“She is too upset.”
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The game played, in our own way
Early the morning I followed my nose down the hall towards the front of the house.
I noticed the bedroom across from the bathroom was empty, before entering the living room and continuing into the adjoining kitchen, dining room combination.
I stood in the doorway in my boxers and t-shirt letting the aroma of frying bacon and fresh coffee drift up my nostrils.
My heart filled with love as I watched the beautiful woman, her back to me, pull slices of toast out of the toaster and lather them with butter.
She was dressed in a whitish, threadbare terry-cloth robe that had long ago forgot that it used to be yellow.
Two shapely toned calves stuck out from below the hem of the robe, her feet covered in fluffy pink house shoes.
The woman’s wavy shoulder length, grey streaked brown hair bounced slightly as she buttered the last piece of toast.
“Morning, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I said from the doorway as my black eyes took her in.
Startled she spun around, one hand holding the butter knife while the other one darted up and clutched the top half of her robe closed.
The greenish grey eyes fell on my face and her generous lips spread into a warm smile.
“Durgesh! Damn, you almost made me pee my pants. Don’t sneak up on me like that,” she croaked, the hand holding her robe loosening.
“Sorry, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. That sure smells good,” I chuckled as I walked over next to her and fixed myself a cup of coffee, the top of her head barely reaching my shoulders.
She protested a little when I told her to sit and I’d bring us both some, but she did it anyway.
I put the plate of bacon between us on the table to share.
Neither of us wanted eggs, so we dined on toast and crispy bacon and washed it down with coffee.
She wouldn’t have it when I tried to take her cup to refill it; instead, she took mine and filled both of them up.
On her way back to the table, the top half of her robe parted some giving me a view of the top swell of her full Musalmān breast.
Creamy white skin sprinkled with freckles jiggled as she walked.
I didn’t chastise myself for the lewd thoughts that were bouncing around my head.
It was natural.
She was still extremely beautiful.
I sipped the hot coffee and thought back to how Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had come to be staying with me.
Almost a year ago to the day, Åbdul Raħmān, her husband, had suffered a massive heart attack and passed away.
It shook Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid to her very core.
We were all surprised since Åbdul Raħmān seemed to be in great shape for a man nearing his sixties.
The doctors had said it was a blocked artery that had caused it.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid tried to make a go at keeping the house, but the pitiful amount of life insurance Åbdul Raħmān had didn’t stretch very far.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had always been a housewife with no discernable jobs skills, which made it almost impossible for her to get a job that would cover the bills.
I offered to move the seven hundred miles back home and take care of her.
A month ago, I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse, especially now that the house was being foreclosed on; a fact that I hadn’t been aware of until it was too late.
If she came and stayed with me I wouldn’t even then get rid of my housekeeper, and she didn’t have to work for me in exchange for room and board and some spending cash too.
She offered to act as my housekeeper and I should get rid of the same.
I smiled and offered her to supervise on my housekeeper if she feels uncomfortable in living with me without doing anything in return for me.
She proposed she must be my employee as my house supervisor and would take a definite salary for it.
There should be a written legal agreement to such effect to ease her conscience that she isn’t taking any undue advantage of my generosity and humanity at all.
She couldn’t sacrifice her self-respect even for her survival.
I agreed to her terms, expressing gratefulness for not causing my existent housekeeper to lose her job.
She’d used the plane ticket I’d wired her the very next day, and now she was sitting in my kitchen enjoying a cup of joe and bacon.
I was pleased with myself even though her presence did put a damper on my love life, somewhat.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid held her cup in both hands with her elbows on the table as she sipped her coffee.
The top of her robe drooped open a ways and I could see parts of the round globes of her beautiful Musalmān tits pressed together provocatively.
The smattering of freckles made me want to ask if I could play connect the dots.
I kept my mouth shut, but felt a definite swelling in my boxers, as I stared at the white Musalmān creaminess.
I looked away just as her head lifted.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” she began hesitantly.
“What’s that, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“Do you always sleep with your door open?”
“Usually. Why, is my TV too loud at night? Because if it is, I’ll turn it down or off,” I said.
The memory of feeling as if I had been watched last night returned.
“Oh no, nothing like that. I was just wondering is all,” she replied dipping her eyes to take another sip.
“Well, if it’ll make you feel better I’ll close it from now on,” I told her, stealing another glance at her milky extremely beautiful Musalmān cleavage.
“Please don’t…I feel safer knowing you’re able to hear if I need you for something in the middle of the night.” Her eyes caught mine and held them.
“You having trouble sleeping, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I asked returning her steady gaze.
“Sometimes I wake up and can’t remember where I am. Just a foolish old woman scared of the dark,” she chuckled.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to being here. By the way, you’re neither foolish nor old,” I told her, giving her my best Hindu smile.
Beaming, she rose and came around to my side of the dining table.
She bent down and hugged me before tousling my still black hair and taking our cups for a refill.
My eyes followed her, greedily taking in the gentle swaying of her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks as she walked away.
I also brazenly watched her walk back, the subtle bouncing of her chest making me wonder if she was wearing a bra.
I got the answer when she leaned over and placed my cup on the table.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she knew what I was looking at but she didn’t say anything.
She gave me a kiss on my forehead and went back to her seat.
What was she pretending?
We were best friends?
A thoroughly platonic relationship?
Well, it was not.
I could read her activities myself.
I wasn’t born yesterday.
I knew she loved me even while her husband was alive.
I called her, Bhābhījān’ then, but the throwing of my words were as if I was calling her, ‘Mérī Jān’ instead.
Åbdul Raħmān used to slap on my back,
“Hindu scoundrel, seducing my wife even? Even before my eyes?”
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid laughed teasing her husband.
“My ever-proud-of-me husband, it’s entirely the other way around, you idiot.”
Åbdul Raħmān laughed.
“I can’t help it if you can’t believe even the truth.” Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid used to say boldly winking at me.
“Stop it.” Åbdul Raħmān used to laugh, “Durgesh is hardening. He is really believing what you fake.”
The hint of jasmine lingered in the air around my head as the hint of an oncoming erection swelled in my shorts.
“So, tell me, Durgesh,” she began, holding the cup with both hands and giving me another view of her still ever erect Musalmān boobs being squeezed together. “That Musalmān girl that was here last night, are the two of you serious?”
“Al Shafaq Al Åbbās? No, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, we’re just friends,” I said.
“Well, judging by the sounds I heard, you two must be real good friends.” Her eyes twinkled and I could see she was having trouble suppressing a smile.
“Don’t be sorry, there’s nothing wrong with persons, expressing themselves. Why, if your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, hadn’t clamped his hand over my mouth on occasion…” her voice trailed off and sadness filled her eyes.
Getting up and going over to her, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and asked,
“You miss him, don’t you, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
Turning in her chair, she wrapped her arms around my waist, lowered her head against my stomach and sobbed out,
“Very much so. I get so lonely sometimes without him.”
“You’re not alone anymore, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. You have me now,” I told her softly.
She let out a funny laugh before saying,
“Uh, my dear, I didn’t mean I felt alone. I meant that I get lonely sometimes.”
I really did see the difference.
“How about I take you out to dinner tonight,” I asked stroking her hair.
“My dear, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine, really,” she replied her voice muffled since her mouth was pressed against me.
“I want to, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. I think it’d do us both good to get out for a change. It’s Friday, I don’t have to work tomorrow so we can stay up as late as we want. What do you say?”
“If you really want to, then okay,” she whispered against my stomach.
I said it was a date, kissed her on the top of the head and went to get ready for work.
Once dressed I went back out into the front room where Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was waiting, holding the sack lunch she had made me.
After giving me a tighter than usual hug she stood on tiptoes and gave me a soft peck on the lips before sending me on my way, an obvious Hindu bulge in my britches.
From the time I’d seen her, I had found Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid alluring.
I don’t know why; it wasn’t as if she had run around the house naked or anything.
Hell, I’ve never even seen her undressed.
No accidental nip slips, up skirts or any of the things fantasies are made of.
I had stood in the shower on many occasions seeing her face before me as I mauled my growing Hindu penis.
As it grew older her image had been replaced by the real thing, but it always lingered in the back of my mind.
I often thought that no girl could live up to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s standard.
Even now, with her being as old as she was, I still got aroused by being near her.
Call it what you will, I can’t explain it.
On Fridays, we worked a little later than the rest of the week.
All the tools and equipment had to be put away for the weekend.
I walked in the front door shortly after six pm to find Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid sitting on the couch skimming through a magazine.
The 50-inch TV was tuned to the local news but the volume was so low that it couldn’t be heard.
She turned her head in my direction and smiled hugely as she stood to show off her outfit for our dinner date.
The vision in front of me took my breath away.
Her hair was swept back in a French braid, she wore tiny ruby-red earrings that matched the shade of her lipstick and a delicate strand of pearls hung around her neck.
What really caught my attention was the way the knee high black dress clung to the contours of her still young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, accentuating her slim waist and full hips.
The modest plunge of the neckline was just enough to show off the top swell of her creamy breast to perfection.
On her feet, she wore low-heeled black pumps that pushed the muscles of her calves up, giving her bare legs and covered heavy Musalmān buttocks just the right touch of firmness.
“Well silly, tell me what you think,” she giggled at the look on my face.
“You…you…look absolutely beautiful, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I finally managed to say.
I saw her eyes dart to the front of my straining jeans then back up, before she said,
“Thank you, now come and help zip me up the rest of the way.”
She turned her back to me and I could see that she’d only managed to zip the dress up to not quite the middle of her back.
Stepping around the couch, I came up behind her and grasped the tiny zipper in my hand.
I watched in fascination as the two halves of the dress came together and hid the black bra under it.
The back of the dress was high, and I noticed that the zipper started where the beginning swell of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s beautiful heavy Musalmān ass was.
By the time I had it completely zipped the front of my jeans were straining a lot harder.
I excused myself and took off for the shower.
Dressed in the suit, a navy-blue pinstripe, and a crisp white shirt, I went into the front room with the maroon tie dangling around my neck.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid took one look at me and whistled before coming up to me and knotting my tie.
The sweet smell of jasmine floated off her and into my nostrils for the second time that day.
“Your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, could never get this right either,” she chuckled, patting my cheek softly after fixing the tie.
I caught a glimpse of mist in her eyes before she turned away.
“So, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you ready to go turn heads,” I gushed with pride.
“Aren’t you calling me by name? Why yes Durgesh, I am, although I doubt if I’ll turn too many heads,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“What are you talking about? I’ll probably have to fight off a legion of smitten fellas,” I chuckled taking her hand in mine.
“Oh Durgesh, if that were only true. In case you haven’t noticed, your Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s no spring chicken anymore,” she made a clucking sound to emphasize her point.
“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you’re the sexiest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman on the planet and don’t ever think otherwise,” I barked; her hand tightened on mine as we walked to my car.
We had dinner at Armando’s Fine Italian Foods, a restaurant with an attached lounge to it.
The pasta was great, and by the time, we finished eating she had almost killed off a bottle of red wine that I’d ordered for her.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid drank the entire of it, since ‘I was driving’.
Soft music coming from the lounge drew our attention.
She was having too good of a time for me to let it end too soon, so I suggested we go to the lounge to relax.
A suggestion she apparently liked.
She ordered a couple more glasses of wine then settled back to enjoy the music.
Halfway through the glass, a particularly slow song came on and Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid asked if I would dance with her.
I led her to the small platform the place called a dance floor and swelled with love as she glided into my arms.
With her arms around my back, her hands up on my shoulders, she let her head rest on my chest.
We went around in slow circles, my hands softly stroking up and down her spine as several of the male patrons shot envious glances our way.
Once, my hand slid down a little further than I’d planned.
I felt the swell of her backside before I could jerk my hand back up.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid snickered and moved in closer to me.
I was pretty sure that she felt the characteristic Hindu bulge in my pants, but she didn’t say anything.
We stayed another hour.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid drank some more wine, and danced one more time before Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid wanted to go home.
My euphoria burst like a collapsing dam when we entered the house and found Al Shafaq Al Åbbās sitting on the couch surfing through the TV channels.
I’d forgotten that I’d given her a key so she could come over late at night and not have to knock to get in.
A look of pure contempt on her face gave way to a small smile after I introduced Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid to her.
She told Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid what a pleasure it was to meet her, and she told me that she’d see me in the bedroom.
With a bold look of ‘embarrassment’, I said to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, “I’ll shut the door.”
“Please don’t. I’ll probably be out before you two even get started,” she smiled widely at me.
“I’m sure. Oh, before you go to bed I do need your help with something,” she said softly.
“Okay. What do you need, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“I need your help in getting out of this dress,” she said pointing toward her back.
“Right, the zipper. I forgot,” I said following her to her bedroom.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid flipped on the light and walked over in front of a dresser with a large mirror.
I stepped up behind her and felt my fingers start to shake as I lowered the zipper.
I had only intended to pull it down low enough for her to finish the job, but the lower it went the more intrigued I became.
First, the strap and hooks of the black bra appeared and I continued to pull the zipper lower.
When I’d pulled it down to just below her waist, I could see the waistband of her panties.
A little lower and I could tell that they were made of a sheer black fabric. By the time I had the zipper all the way down, I could see most of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass crack through the sheer material.
“That’s good my dear, thanks, I had a wonderful time. Goodnight,” she whispered keeping her back to me.
“’Night, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I croaked, tearing my eyes off her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and heading for the door.
For some reason, when I reached the hallway I turned around and stood there watching Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid undress.
She reached up, and pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it glide down her legs where it bunched up around her ankles.
As she bent over to step out of the dress, I noticed the panties had a solid black strip of material that completely covered her Musalmān crotch.
I also noticed that her Musalmān thighs were toned, smooth and muscular, much more than of the women of her age usually were.
When she straightened up, she reached both hands behind her back and undid the hooks of her bra.
With a shrug of her shoulders, the bra fell to the floor.
Her reflection in the mirror stared at me as I tried to see her breasts in the glass.
All I got was a brief glimpse of quarter-sized brown areolas before Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s hands came up and cupped her tits.
I wasn’t sure, but I thought I saw that her nipples were stiff and aroused.
I stared at Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s face in the mirror as she stared back before she slowly turned to face me, her hands hiding her breast from view. She walked over and kissed me lightly on the lips.
“Goodnight, Durgesh, sweet dreams,” she purred, then turned and went back to stand in front of the dresser leaving the door wide open.
My jacket, shirt, tie and shoes were scattered in the hall by the time I reached the threshold of my bedroom.
On the bed in front of me, Al Shafaq Al Åbbās was kneeling with her Musalmān ass at the edge of it, trying to pull back the covers.
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Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t believe how wrong that still sounded.
The idea first occurred to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb the last time I visited her mansion.
I spent most of her time in fucking extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies and businesswomen, but I still took the time to visit Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb on the big holidays, and other breaks.
Fortunately, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb lived fairly close to a nice beach–and by close, it meant only a thirty minute drive–giving us something to do when neither of us has a better idea.
Together, along with hundreds of other like-minded individuals, we spent several lazy afternoons sunbathing under the blazing Californian sun.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still possessed the best body, even while a combination of laziness and willful ignorance led to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb putting on a few pounds, compared to how fit Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb used to be when Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still had plenty of time and energy to exercise regularly.
Of course, back then Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was financially supported by her husband.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still considered herself beach worthy, though, and had no problems showing up in a string bikini.
Basking in the sweet summer heat was the first time Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed how great Durgesh looked, despite his sixty-six years old age.
Every beautiful woman claimed he was thirty six only.
Durgesh never looked more than twenty eight even.
I was shirtless–wearing just swim shorts–lying next to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got a great view of her hairless body.
I took after her father in that aspect.
A roughly diamond shaped patch of hair, with a happy trail leading down her stomach.
Before that, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had never thought of me as sexually attractive.
I was always just her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of his entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sisters, but seeing the similarity to her dad piqued her curiosity.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wondered if other parts of mine were similar too.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb looked down and noticed the slight bulge in her trunks, but it was impossible to tell much from that.
The next day, we went back to the beach–one last time, before I went back to her services–and just like the day before, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked me to lotion up her back.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never made anything sexy out of it before, it was just routine.
Only this time when her hands touched her skin, goosebumps rose all over her skin, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her nipples harden.
When I was rubbing in the cream, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb imagined the same hands caressing every inch of her still amazingly young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, squeezing her tits and working their way down between her legs.
It took Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb a while to process those emotions.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew it was wrong–on an intellectual level–but it was really hard to ignore your own physical needs.
The only problem was, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had no idea if I felt the same way about Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, which was a pretty big stumbling block.
If we weren’t related, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could just go up to Durgesh and ask me if I wanted to go out sometime, and if I didn’t want to, it was no big deal.
We’d just live our separate lives.
But our lives weren’t separate, and if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb came onto me, it could lead to disaster.
So, her plan was to find out if I was interested, and if I was–admittedly, a very big “if”–go from there.
That was easier said than done.
Tonight was Thanksgiving, and I was due to arrive any moment now.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spent all day yesterday cleaning the small one bedroom apartment Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb now called home.
Living in a big house had been nice, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really didn’t miss the amount of work it took to keep a big place like that clean–not that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could afford it if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was paying for other necessities more, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t afford a much bigger place even if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to.
The only downside was not having a guest room, but even Durgesh never objected sleeping on the couch.
The hardest part had been picking out clothes to wear.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted something Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could show off her body in, but nothing too obvious.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ended up choosing a black satin push up bra, along with matching thong panties Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got from Victoria’s Secret.
If things don’t go as well as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped they do, they could still be explained as regular underwear.
They weren’t as scandalous as some of the sheer see through ones, that would leave no doubt about her intentions.
If things did go well though, they were just sexy enough.
Just sliding the panties up her legs, knowing full well what her plans were, was enough to get her juices going.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had to stop and bring herself to a shuddering orgasm before Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was able to finish getting dressed, or risk ruining her underwear already.
The ensemble was completed by a nice coffee toned skirt, and a very form fitting white blouse.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to look good, but not overdo it.
It would be weird if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dolled herself up just for me, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went light on the makeup, and just cemented that natural look guys seem to love.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just went barefoot in her apartment, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb decided against putting on socks or heels.
Let Durgesh admire her legs and feet, if he wanted to.
Looking at herself in the mirror now, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was satisfied. Not too formal or dressed up, but distinct enough to make an impression. Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb left her hair alone; it looked good the way it naturally draped over her shoulders.
The eight pound turkey was already in the oven, along with the stuffing. All the food Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb prepared–mostly store bought and canned, unfortunately–was definitely too much to eat for just the two of us, but it meant Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wouldn’t had to do any cooking in the foreseeable future, which suited her just fine.
For a special feast like Thanksgiving, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would normally had cooked everything herself, but the last couples of days she’d been way too occupied with other–lustier–thoughts, to exert the effort required.
As Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was checking on the turkey, which would be done soon and already started turning into a beautiful golden brown, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was reminded of a conversation Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had with her best friend, Åāýeshah, a few weeks earlier.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb told her over drinks that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really needed to get laid, and planned to seduce a hot Hindu stud. Of course, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb left out the part where that Hindu stud would be Durgesh himself.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked her for advice on how to seduce someone thirty plus years your senior, if there was any chance he’d be interested in a younger woman, but Åāýeshah just laughed.
“Please! All you need to do is flash your beautiful Musalmān tits at them, and they’ll come running willingly.”
Åāýeshah was open and forward that way, something Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was jealous of at the moment.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just couldn’t picture herself doing something that brazen.
She did had a point though.
Durgesh is supposed to notice her body, and her current getup didn’t really show off anything.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went back to the bathroom, and took her shirt off. The bra had to go, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took it off.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed a loose tank top and a red pastel blazer. One look in the mirror confirmed that going bra-less was definitely the way to go.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward, as if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was pretending to serve something on the dinner table, and the tank top was loose enough to get a pretty good shot of her beautiful Musalmān cleavage.
If Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward enough, Durgesh could definitely see all the way down.
That will give Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb some room to play with, depending on the mood.
At the thought of Durgesh ogling her tits, her nipples hardened.
They were clearly visible through the fabric, which they hadn’t with the bra.
Another point for bra-less.
Her skirt didn’t match the new outfit, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb put on a pair of snug dark jeans.
To top it off, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dug a silver chain necklace out of her jewelry box, set with a small ruby pendant.
It hung directly between her breasts.
It will definitely draw Durgesh’s attention.
It was not a real ruby, of course–or real silver, for that matter–not that it mattered much.
The purpose here was to flaunt something else, something definitely authentic.
All that was left now was a splash of perfume, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was finished.
The oven beeped from the kitchen, signaling that the turkey is ready.
It looked absolutely delicious.
If anything was going to happen tonight, it will be consensual.
Between two adults.
Two grown up people who were capable of making their own choices in life.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb started setting the table, popped the gravy into the microwave for a short bit, and set her plate opposite her on the long edge. That way Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would have an excuse to reach over the table and give me an eyeful of her rich lustrous cleavage.
While Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was still carrying stuff out of the kitchen, the doorbell rang, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never got this nervous except for first dates, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb guessed this was a first of sorts.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took two very deep breaths, and opened the door.
I was standing there, looking handsome.
“Hey, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” I said, with a smile on her face.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took a step forward, and embraced me in a hug, sliding her arms around her chest.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her warmth against her body, and her heart skipped a beat.
Her nipples, which were definitely hard again, dug into her chest.
There was no way I wouldn’t feel them, pressing into me.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her hand on her back, and goosebumps rose on her arm.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb smiled inwardly, and let go.
“Gee, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb. Miss me much?”
“It is always nice when you visit. You know that. Come in, food’s ready.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t had to repeat herself.
I stepped in.
“Mmm, that smells wonderful.”
We sat down.
Everything was going good, so far, except for the fluttering in her stomach.
“Tell me how’s it going in your business, Hindu Nandoī jī?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood up, and grabbed a large carving knife and fork.
With every cut of the knife, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel the pendant between her breasts jostled around.
“It is going pretty good, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”
The pendant seemed to be working.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed I kept sneaking glances at her rich bosom when I thought Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was not paying attention.
I was obviously enjoying the sight, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was going to up the ante a bit.
See what he makes of this.
“You want some breast?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked, feigning innocence, and hold up a piece of turkey Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just carved.
“Sure!” I held out her plate, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb loaded the piece on. Damn, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could had reached all the way over to her plate and given me two additional pieces of breast.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t believe what a rush this is, both scary and exciting.
“Thanks,” I said, and began piling on side dishes.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb poured some red wine into her glass, and handed me one filled with juice, then filled her own plate, finishing with a nice splash of gravy.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb!”
“And the same to you,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reply. “You know, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb is really glad you’re here.”
“Aw, thanks Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb. You know Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I love being here.”
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t think I knew–yet–just how glad Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really was.
He did, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb listened.
For a while, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb almost forgot about her intentions, until we both finished our plates.
Her nipples were still hard and clearly poking through the fabric.
“Seconds?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ask me.
“Yeah,” I replied.
Before he could hold up her plate, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood up, and–sticking a piece of turkey on the fork– reached all the way over to her end of the table.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had seen the effect this had on her tank top earlier in the mirror, and knew that right at this very moment,
I could very clearly see her beautiful tits, diamond hard nipples and all. This is it,
Let’s see if he bites.
“Thanks,” I smiled.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb sat back down, smiling.
The sight clearly had some effect on me.
“No problem, there’s plenty more where that came from,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb said, teasing me with the double entendre.
This was starting to be really fun, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt a dampness forming below.
“Could you pass me the gravy?” I requested.
There wasn’t any damn nervousness in her voice, as she had thought.
It was normal for him.
Yes, his opponents claim they aren’t his infinite bodies actually.
They are infinite identical humanoid robots that are made to impersonate Durgesh everywhere.
Durgesh and HVSI has infinite money.
They can easily do it for security of Durgesh.
Both Durgesh and HVSI are ever indomitable.
Emboldened by her response, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed the gravy boat, and using one hand to brace herself on the table, leaned over again.
Instead of just placing down the boat near me, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb poured it on her plate herself.
“Just say when, honey.”
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took her time, pouring slowly; to make sure I received plenty of time to stare.
I was openly not paying attention at all to her plate anymore.
A small shiver ran through her body.
The plate was drowning in gravy now.
“Really? You planning on drinking this?”
I was instantly snapped out of her reverie.
“That was too much! Damn it.”
“Well, you didn’t say when.”
“Sorry, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was distracted.”
“By what?” Could he be so bold and admit I had ogled Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb’s tits?
“Uh, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I don’t know.” Smooth.
He’s clearly unsure whether Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was just accidentally giving me the show of a lifetime, or not.
I was probably as aware as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was of how disastrous a mistaken assumption could be.
For that matter, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was not really sure yet either.
It was one thing to appreciate someone’s boobs, and quite another to take it further.
Durgesh shifted around in her seat a bit, and rearranged her pants with one hand.
Did I actually had a boner?
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was astounded, that opened up a lot of possibilities.
“So, do you have a new girlfriend recently?”
“No, I’ve been too busy. Girls take up a lot of time. Besides, they were all just so… immature?”
Was I hinting at something?
“Really? And how old is your dream woman exactly?”
“Uh, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I can’t say,” I said, sounding very honest. “Just someone more, you know, experienced.”
“What, someone like me?” Hopefully that isn’t too forward.
“Um, yeah. I mean, uh, you know, someone LIKE you, but not, uh…” I was not squirming around nevertheless, and neither started to blush.
What a sight!
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb decided to let me off the hook, though.
There’s no reason to rush things.
“I know, don’t worry.”
I smiled, looking relieved.
We were both finished with eating at this point.
They could wait until tomorrow; I had better things to do.
“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was completely stuffed, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb thought the turkey’s making her sleepy.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed the bottle of wine–now half empty–and glasses, and move to the couch in the living room.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took off her blazer, and relaxed into the smooth and cool leather.
Durgesh sat down at the other end, and poured more wine for her.
“Dinner was great, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”
Without shifting in her seat, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reached forward and tried to grab the glass of wine standing on the coffee table, giving me another view of her beautiful bare Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb almost overdid it, and stopped shortly before her breasts spilled completely out of her top.
Although that idea had merits.
Now it was time to see whether or not all of this was in vain.
“Thanks. I’ve been up on her feet all day, getting ready.” Well, that was true enough.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just hadn’t spent the entire time on the food. “You won’t mind giving your old Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb a foot rub, would you?”
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spun around, resting her head on the armrest, and without waiting for me to reply,
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb plopped both her feet into her lap.
Her heel made contact with something long and hard.
This was definitely a good sign.
I was squirming around at the unexpected pressure on her Uncut Hindu Cock, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pretended as if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was trying to find a comfortable spot–surreptitiously rubbing her Hindu hard-on through the fabric several times.
I smiled triumphantly.
Naturally, I started rubbing the other foot with her hand, kneading the sole with expert fingers.
Time to tease me some more?
“Sure, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” I exhaled, and started kneading harder.
It actually did feel a lot better.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb closed her eyes.
“Tell me more about your new sexual adventures while you were protecting us beautiful Musalmān houseladies from our Pseudo Musalmīn mankind that doesn’t want us liberated ever, despite it’s Modern Democratic Årabia now, led by the ever greatest Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tåālā ånahā herself reincarnated,” She murmured.
I started talking about it, but the food combined with the wine took its toll on her, and while I was still rubbing her feet cunningly taking her palm upto her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and sometimes upto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy even, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dozed off.
She was only pretending it.
Actually, she was enjoying it more than even I was.
That’s why she requested me to rub her feet.
She knew I would certainly take the advantage of it and enjoy as much sex with her as I could.
Her beautiful Musalmān lady friends had told her that so many times.
“If you want to enjoy sex with Durgesh, the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu, it’s enormously easy. Just take wine in his presence, act dozed off, request him to help you, and he would do everything the rest.”
“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb awakened to her gently shaking her shoulder.
“Wha…?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ask, blearily. “What time is it?”
“It is getting pretty late. Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I let you sleep for a bit, but now Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was getting tired too, and you’re sleeping in her bed.”
‘Shit.’ Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb thought, ‘That didn’t go exactly as planned. Not all is lost, though. Time for her backup plan.’
“Ok. I am gonna go take a quick shower, and I’ll bring you some cleaned sheets for the couch.”
Sleeping on leather sucked, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t want me to settle in, before Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb put on a show.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got up, and headed to the bathroom.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb purposefully left the door cracked open, just an inch.
If someone–in this case Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped it will be her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of her husband’s entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters–peeks in, they had a clear view of the side of the tub with the shower head through the large wall mounted mirror.
If I were actually going to do it, I would be waiting to hear the water.
Consequently, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb simply stripped off her clothes without a lot of pomp, and stepped into the tub.
The shower curtain wasn’t very see through.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just had to leave it open.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would have to pay attention and not make a mess on the floor.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turn on the water and let it run for a bit, waiting for it to heat up.
She made sure to stand facing the mirror.
While Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was lathering up her arms and shoulders, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed the door moving inward slightly.
Through the mirror, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could vaguely make out her face looking in through the crack.
The butterflies in her stomach returned.
This was much better than even just flashing me a brief glimpse of her extremely beautiful Musalmān tits.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was standing there, fully naked, and I herself was looking directly at her.
That was all the confirmation Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed.
Durgesh too was interested in her sexually.
It wasn’t Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb alone that was interested in me sexually.
It wasn’t a one-way traffic, thanks Allah.
It was a two-way traffic at least.
Consensual Sex between two consenting adults.
What the hell was wrong in it?
Isn’t it what the entire åālmīn, entire Creations do?
It’s what the nature itself requires to keep the human race going on.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb continued lathering up her body, going slower than she ordinarily would.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spent a lot of time soaping her tits, focusing on her hard nipples.
Then her legs, then her pussy.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb shaded yesterday in anticipation, and her skin was nice and smooth.
Next, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pretended to accidentally drop the shampoo bottle.
It made a loud clattering sound, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned around, spread her legs a bit, then leaned over at the waist to pick it up, exposing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pussy to her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of his entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel the warm water splash on her lower back, and involuntarily shuddered at the thought of being so… exposed.
Then Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb shampooed her long brown hair, while rinsing the suds off the rest of her body.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb rinsed off the shampoo, and then applied conditioner.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t actually need to, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was getting so excited being watched, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to prolong the experience as much as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could.
And Durgesh still hadn’t seen the highlight Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had planned.
Allah! Oh God, yes.
The wetness Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt below wasn’t just from the water.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb inserted a finger, and slowly moved it in and out, letting out a moan here and there.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb inserted another finger, and stimulated her g-spot, while gently rubbing her clit with her thumb.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed the other hand to steady herself.
Since Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spent the entire day in various states of horniness, it didn’t took a lot to push her over the edge.
She melt into a climax, and let the waves of pleasure bounce around her body, tingling from head to toe.
When Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb opened her eyes again, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was slumping against the wall.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t even feel it; too lost in the big O.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed that.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood up again, and washed the conditioner out of her hair.
Then, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned off the water abruptly and stepped out.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb heard footsteps outside the door, confidently departing, and smiled to herself.
I had just received a one of a kind performance, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped I enjoyed it as much as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb did.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed a towel and rubbed herself dry, going much faster now that I was not watching anymore.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t blow-dry her chair, and instead just let it hang loose in wet strands.
Instead of putting on her clothing, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just wrapped the towel around her, which would make the next part easier.*
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stepped out of the bathroom, and grabbed a cleaned linen sheet and spare blanket from her bedroom.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb walked out into the living room, where I was sitting gravely on the couch.
He didn’t look even slightly embarrassed, and sat as if I was even not trying to hide an erection.
The fly on my jeans was still open.
This was going to be it, no turning back now.
Either Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was just about to fuck her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of even her entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters too as well as that of her Musalmān nanads, or her life was going to be ruined forever.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned down to place the sheet and blanket on the couch, and the towel Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had only loosely wrapped around her fell down. I smiled, and I took it all in.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb looked down, and saw the characteristic Hindu bulge rising in my pants.
“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, you…”
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t give me a chance to finish that sentence, and swooped in to interrupt me with a kiss.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb tasted of gravy and wine.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb boldly straddled me.
I overcame the pleasant shock, and started responding with my actions.
“Oh yes, I did. Did you like it?”
I paused to think about it, and then replied,
“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I wasn’t sure. Everything was normal, and then all of a sudden you bent forward.
I could see your tits. I thought maybe you forgot you weren’t wearing a bra or something, and didn’t pay attention. But then you kept doing it, again and again, and your nipples poking through your shirt the entire night.”
This was her first time seeing my ever famous, ever adored, Hindu manhood, and it was absolutely handsome.
I let out a groan, and continued,
“Then when we are on the couch, and you–oh that feels good–you put your foot on my dick, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was sure you were about to, oh God… about to start going berserk on me, but you didn’t. Then you just dozed off. Were you actually asleep?”
“Well, then you didn’t notice that I may or may not had lifted your shirt, and exited your tits up close.”
“Then in the shower, well, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I thought you know already.”
“Yeah. Did you masturbate while watching me?”
“No. I wasn’t fool enough not to understand what you were offering to me. Why the hell then I needed to masturbate? Silly girl.”
“Did you cum?”
“No, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, but I was close to it… but you stopped.”
“Don’t worry, this is way better.”
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t think Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could wait any longer.
Standing up, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb told me,
“Take off your clothes.”
I did, revealing my familiar hairless chest and legs.
“So, what now?” I asked.
“Do you want to do this, even though Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb is your Salhaj?”
Despite her already brazen behavior, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was still worried I could suddenly change my mind when I come to my senses, and be livid.
“Yes. I too love you, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb straddled me again, and pressed my naked chest against hers.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb kissed me again, and sank down.
My Uncut Hindu Cock slipped in her, eagerly, yet perfectly sophisticated, however.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb gasped as it stretched and filled her, still sensitive from her orgasm in the shower.
“Allah! Oh God, that is incredible.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t stop herself from appreciating my immensely powerful Hindu penetrations of her equally wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had had sex with her husband in her life, but nothing compared to the felting of my Hindu flesh and blood pumping in and out of her.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dug her fingers into her chest, and arch backwards, moaning.
I obliged, and pumped like a maniac.
Her toes and fingers began tingling with the onset of another orgasm.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb matched my powerful Hindu thrusts with gyrations of her own, and Moments later, the second orgasm hit her, harder than the first.
Explosions of joy wracked her body, muscles spasming.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward, and bit her shoulder, letting out a guttural cry of pleasure.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt my Uncut Hindu Cock in her started throbbing, and her body tensed up.
Still I kept pounding into her nonstop for hours.
Would he never explode?
Would Durgesh keep fucking Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb until infinity now?
More hours passed.
More hours passed.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never knew I wanted to fuck her so much.
Ultimately, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew I was cumming inside her right now.
I collapsed on top of her, while my Uncut Hindu Cock was still deepest within her.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb started laughing in giddy excitement, trying to catch her breath.
“Oh. Wow,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb managed to bring out.
“You can say that again.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb too whispered.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was still holding me tight against her.
One of my strong arms was too around her back, the other cupping a cheek.
I leaned in for a kiss, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reciprocated.
When Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt me going softer, and her cum started leaking out, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pried herself loose, and get up.
On wobbly legs, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb headed to the bathroom and relieved herself, wiping away some of the cum trickling out of her pussy.
Once Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb finished, I was waiting outside the door, grinning smartly.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood on her tiptoes, and we shared another long sensuous kiss.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went into her bedroom, and left the door behind her wide open.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb lay down, and waited.
Shortly after the toilet flushes, I appeared in the doorframe.
A faint bite mark of Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was visible on my shoulder.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb watched as I approached, and climbed into bed beside her.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned around, and nestled herself into me, resting her still slightly damp hair on my arm.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wrapped her other arm around me, and pulled me closer.
“Can you please put it back inside?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb begged.
“I’ll try,” I responded her teasingly.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel it growing bigger and bigger, until finally she herself guided it inside her.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb sighed, and relaxed, melting into me. Then Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb slowly dozed off…
It’s better now, in this way, having me inside her.
4. On History
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From Pakistan with love
Shakīlah Salmān stepped out of the shower and dried herself off, carefully wiping the water from her beautiful smooth skin.
As a 36-year-old mother, Shakīlah Salmān felt She still looked great for her age.
Shakīlah Salmān carefully looked over her body, proud of the shape Shakīlah Salmān had been able to keep even in her mid to late 30s. Shakīlah Salmān was only about 5’2″, and Shakīlah Salmān was just barely over 100 pounds from exercising several times a week.
Shakīlah Salmān had creamy white skin with a thin waist and wide hips that accentuated her extremely beautiful figure.
Shakīlah Salmān moaned quietly as Shakīlah Salmān ran her hands over her perky, D cup breasts and turned to the side to look at her extremely gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass in the mirror.
“Hopefully today is the day.” Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself, as Shakīlah Salmān placed her hand over her womb.
Shakīlah Salmān had been trying to get pregnant for the past several months or so, and Shakīlah Salmān was ovulating this week, hoping to get pregnant again before her internal clock started ticking too far.
Her only child so far, Raziyah, was already 18 and about to leave the house out into the world.
Shakīlah Salmān had had sex with her husband about a week before, but right now, he was on a business trip across the country.
Today was the day Shakīlah Salmān planned to take a pregnancy test.
Shakīlah Salmān was really hoping for good news.
Shakīlah Salmān desperately wanted to be a mother again.
Still nude, Shakīlah Salmān opened the box for the test and sat on the toilet to take it.
Shakīlah Salmān followed the instructions to the letter and now Shakīlah Salmān only had to wait 5 minutes to see if the news would be good or not.
Shakīlah Salmān set the test on the counter and looked in the mirror one last time, rubbing her sensitive tits again before getting dressed for the day and heading out into the kitchen.
Shakīlah Salmān slipped on a tank top and some yoga pants.
Shakīlah Salmān hadn’t planned to go anywhere important today and it was unbelievably hot outside.
No one else was home so Shakīlah Salmān skipped the panties and bra, not wanting to be uncomfortable.
Shakīlah Salmān was pretty horny this morning.
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t have sex with her husband too often, even though Shakīlah Salmān had an incredibly high sex drive.
He just didn’t seem to be that interested anymore, and while he tried to help her conceive that was just about it.
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t get relief nearly as much as Shakīlah Salmān would want.
After counting what seemed like an incredibly slow five minutes the test was finally ready to be read.
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t want to get her hopes up, but this would be the last time for the month she’d be able to conceive again.
Her husband would still be gone for another two weeks and her clock was ticking!
Shakīlah Salmān picked up the test and looked at the marker with a weight in her stomach.
It was negative.
Shakīlah Salmān had tried not to get her hopes up too much but looking at this every month was crushing.
It was just as the doctor had said.
Shakīlah Salmān was fertile enough for now, but her husband had a low sperm count, they said it was a less than 10% chance that She’d be able to get pregnant in the near future.
Usually Shakīlah Salmān was able to write it off, but the collective stress of not getting pregnant after so many months of trying began to take its toll on her.
“Fuck me!” Shakīlah Salmān said loudly, tears welling up in her eyes.
Shakīlah Salmān wanted to have another child so badly, and Shakīlah Salmān was afraid it would never happen at this point.
“Come on, Shakīlah Salmān, keep yourself together.” Shakīlah Salmān told herself, to no avail.
Just as a single tear dropped onto the test, Shakīlah Salmān heard me walk into the kitchen.
“Hey Shakīlah Salmān!” I said cheerfully, from around the corner before I could read the situation.
Just as I said it, I saw the tears in her eyes and obviously knew something was wrong.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I said, now reading what was happening and trying to help her.
“Is that a pregnancy test?” I asked, very surprised.
Shakīlah Salmān hadn’t told me that Shakīlah Salmān was trying to get pregnant yet, Shakīlah Salmān guessed now was as good a time as any.
Shakīlah Salmān wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to explain what was happening.
“It’s nothing, Durgesh. I just have been trying to get pregnant for the past few months before I no longer can and I haven’t had any luck. It’s very dis-heartening. But don’t worry. It’s stupid anyway. I’ll probably just end up giving up at this point. It’s no big deal.” Shakīlah Salmān said, trying to convince herself of that just as much as me.
“Shakīlah Salmān, I had no clue. I’m really sorry, Shakīlah Salmān. Shakīlah Salmān, I love you.” I said, to her surprise.
I came up and hugged her hard, trying to comfort her in her time of emotional need.
Lately I had been a lot touchier with Shakīlah Salmān, often giving her hugs and kisses on the cheek without her asking.
Shakīlah Salmān had been skeptical earlier but right now Shakīlah Salmān didn’t care.
Shakīlah Salmān was too preoccupied.
We hugged each other for a minute or so, until Shakīlah Salmān cheered up, finally realizing her braless tits were pressing through the thin tank top into my hard Hindu chest.
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t know I was even home, that’s why Shakīlah Salmān hadn’t worn anything more modest, but Shakīlah Salmān guessed it didn’t matter.
I was just I.
Shakīlah Salmān began to feel a hardness pressing against her waist momentarily right before I broke the hug.
As we parted, Shakīlah Salmān looked at me with pride.
I had done so many things for her family always.
Despite my sixty-six, I still had hard abs and strong muscles from working out for the Stavans I offered.
I was a lady-killer, though Shakīlah Salmān never paid any attention to my personal life.
“Are you okay, now, Shakīlah Salmān? Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked.
What a lovely person he is, Shakīlah Salmān thought.
“I’m okay, but why are you even here, honey? Shakīlah Salmān asked me, fully changing the subject from the sadness Shakīlah Salmān didn’t want to recall. “I thought you worked today.”
“No, Shakīlah Salmān, I switched shifts,” I answered nonchalantly, my mind clearly on something else.
“Oh,” Shakīlah Salmān said, still very down.
“Okay. Let’s go, Shakīlah Salmān.” I suddenly said, picking up my keys from the counter.
“What? Go where?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, not certain of what I was talking about.
“I’m taking you out for a date. Yåqūb has gone, so you have no one else to cheer you up. I’ll gladly make it my job. Shakīlah Salmān, I hate to see you sad.” I said with grief and a hint of something else in my eye. “Get dressed, I’m gonna take you to the plaza for lunch and something fun. We’re leaving in 5 minutes!” I turned towards my room to get ready.
Before Shakīlah Salmān could even object, I had left the room.
‘Oh well,” Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself, “I guess this will be good for me. I can take my mind off of things for a little bit.’
Shakīlah Salmān headed upstairs to her room to get dressed, wondering what Shakīlah Salmān should wear.
Shakīlah Salmān looked in her closet for something that wouldn’t make her too hot.
Shakīlah Salmān saw one of her favorite sundresses in the back of the closet and thought it would be lovely for a day like this.
It had really thin straps so Shakīlah Salmān wouldn’t be able to wear a bra, but Shakīlah Salmān guessed that was fine for such a hot day.
Shakīlah Salmān slipped off her tank top and yoga pants and put the dress on over her head.
Her makeup was already done for the day, so Shakīlah Salmān was fine with that.
Shakīlah Salmān looked in the mirror and admired how the thin dress showed off her shapely Musalmān ass and firm tits.
It certainly wasn’t slutty looking but it definitely was a slightly revealing dress.
Shakīlah Salmān remembered at this point, Shakīlah Salmān needed to find some panties.
Shakīlah Salmān had thrown almost everything in the wash earlier and now realized Shakīlah Salmān might not have anything Shakīlah Salmān could wear!
Shakīlah Salmān began to rummage through her drawers to see if Shakīlah Salmān could find something.
Just as Shakīlah Salmān began to look with no success, I barged through the door already dressed with my keys in hand. “You ready, Shakīlah Salmān?” I spoke quickly.
“Yeah, I’m ready but I just need to-“Shakīlah Salmān tried to explain Shakīlah Salmān needed something else, but I cut her off there.
“You look great already, let’s go. The lunch place, I want to go to, closes kinda early so we have to leave now.” I explained while pulling her arm.
“Wait, Durgesh!” Shakīlah Salmān said, surprised at my hurriedness.
“It’s fine, Shakīlah Salmān, let’s just go!” I pulled her arm and led her down the stairs, in a hurry.
Shakīlah Salmān tried to turn around once again but I stopped her, leading her to the door and slapping her gorgeous Musalmān ass outside.
Shakīlah Salmān yelped quietly to herself before wondering what had just happened.
Had I meant to slap her ass, or just merely push her out the door?
It was a little inappropriate especially for her but Shakīlah Salmān shook it off since I was clearly in a hurry.
‘It must have been a mistake.’ Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself.
We drove to the lunch place I apparently had in mind.
Shakīlah Salmān was all the while trying not to expose herself with the short dress Shakīlah Salmān was wearing with no panties.
We got out of the car, Shakīlah Salmān very carefully, and headed to a cute little restaurant on the edge of the plaza.
It was indeed closing soon but we were sat as one of the last customers and given menus.
The waiter came up to us and asked for our order.
We told him what we wanted before he asked,
“Anything to drink? We serve a great deal of different drinks here.”
Before Shakīlah Salmān could refuse, I spoke up.
“Yes, we’ll take two margaritas, please!”
“Of course, sir. And would you and your lovely date like the rims salted?” I asked, eating at us with flattery.
Shakīlah Salmān blushed a deep red,
“Oh no, he’s just my-”
“Yes please, we’d love the glasses salted.” I said as I interrupted her again. She here loves it served like that,” I told the waiter, glancing at her with a sarcastic looking grin.
With that, the waiter left to get us our food.
Shakīlah Salmān reached over the table and punched me in the arm. “Hey, what are you doing, trying to embarrass me like that?”
“Oh come on, it’s just a joke. You should take it as a compliment; he obviously thought you were young enough to actually be my date. And Shakīlah Salmān, I know you love margaritas.”
“It’s just weird, Durgesh.” Shakīlah Salmān told me, still blushing.
“That’s what happens when you’re hot, Shakīlah Salmān.” I added, surprising her and making her go into an even deeper red.
‘The nerves on this Hindu playboy!’ Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself.
I surely was popular with the beautiful girls if I was like this all the time.
Such a flirt!
We enjoyed lunch as the restaurant died down and we talked, enjoying the day.
It was really hot and I again ordered another margarita for Shakīlah Salmān, after the meal.
She slowly drank it and chatted until the restaurant needed to close.
The waiter came to show us off but apparently had a soft spot by then.
“I’ll give the lovely couple 5 more minutes, but sadly we really need to close after that.”
We thanked him and resumed our “date”.
Shakīlah Salmān had only finished half of the margarita, but Shakīlah Salmān was small and could tell it was actually really having an effect on her.
The wind started to pick up and filled the outside cabana we had been sitting in, blowing a warm breeze up her dress.
Because of the openness of the dress and the alcohol, Shakīlah Salmān started to get a little aroused.
Having no panties only made it worse, and Shakīlah Salmān started to get a little wet.
“We should go now, Durgesh.” Shakīlah Salmān told me, hoping to get up before Shakīlah Salmān had a wet spot on the back of her dress.
“Alright, Shakīlah Salmān. Let’s go look around the plaza.”
We walked around the plaza, enjoying the day, as it got cooler and cooler.
She was obviously slightly intoxicated, and was giggling now like schoolgirls and having a great time.
As the day went on we visited the fountains and shops and Shakīlah Salmān slowly realized I was getting slightly handy.
I’d pull her by her waist to show her something and as we walked around sometimes kept my hand on her back.
The day actually started to feel like a date instead of something she’d do with me.
We had gotten a little tired from walking and decided to look for a place to sit.
Shakīlah Salmān thought she spotted a bench over in the distance and tried to tip toe on her heels to see it.
Just then, a giant gust of wind started to blow and went right under her dress.
Her back was to me, and before Shakīlah Salmān could react enough the wind blew it completely up.
Shakīlah Salmān was able to place her hands in the front so nothing too intimate would show, but Shakīlah Salmān realized too late that Shakīlah Salmān was giving me a great view of her naked, round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass.
“Whoa, Shakīlah Salmān,” I said, laughing as I stared at her unfavorable situation. “Having trouble?”
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t want to turn to me in case I saw anything, but Shakīlah Salmān couldn’t get the back part of her dress down.
Shakīlah Salmān blushed even harder than earlier as Shakīlah Salmān gave me a great show of her tight gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass.
After a few seconds or so the gust finally died down and her dress fell down.
Shakīlah Salmān turned to me, bright red with embarrassment, and tried to say something before I suddenly took her hand.
I turned her around and pointed at a cinema.
“Let’s go see that movie! The trailer looked fun!” I just ignored ostensibly what had happened.
“I don’t know,” Shakīlah Salmān said, uncertain and too embarrassed to want to do anything else.
“Of course you do!” I exclaimed, once again smacking her butt through the dress in the direction of the theater.
There it was again.
Shakīlah Salmān was drunk, but Shakīlah Salmān knew it was on purpose this time.
I had just touched her ass!
What the hell was I doing?
“Fine,” Shakīlah Salmān ignored my hand, “It better be good though!”
“I’m sure it will be great,” I replied, looking her in the eye with something Shakīlah Salmān just couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Shakīlah Salmān brushed it off as we entered the theater.
The cinema was completely dead on the inside.
It was a really hot day and the theater itself was hot, but there was absolutely no one else in the theater.
“Oh cool, we get to choose whichever spot we want!” I pointed out, obviously excited. “Let’s go up there!” I whispered, pointing to the corner.
The theater had a back row right under the projector, and then two more sets of four seats on either side of the box, one more row up from the back middle.
As we walked up the steps, Shakīlah Salmān felt my hand on her back again, this time the bottom of my fingers holding her ass as I pushed her up the steps.
Shakīlah Salmān ignored it once again, attributing it to alcohol and the weird angle of the steps, and went to our seats.
We sat in the back corner and waited for the movie to start.
The armrests on the seats were already up when we got there, so we sat down and Shakīlah Salmān leaned into my chest, getting comfortable.
The movie started and we began watching it, pseudo-cuddling in the seats in the back.
There was no one in the theatre, but if even there were, we were pretty hidden behind the corner.
About 20 minutes into the movie, Shakīlah Salmān noticed my hand was on her leg, near her lap.
As a few more minutes passed, my hand slowly crept up her thigh until I was grabbing the very upper part of her leg, just under where her dress started.
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t say anything as we continued to watch the movie.
I slowly moved my hand up and down her leg, and my touch was sending her absolutely crazy.
Shakīlah Salmān was super horny, drunk in a movie theater next to me.
Shakīlah Salmān shifted a bit trying to get more comfortable, and I moved my arm around her.
Shakīlah Salmān leaned more into my chest so that her bottom was practically off the seat and Shakīlah Salmān was lying on her side.
I instinctively slid my hand down the side of her body, lightly moving it past her breast and resting my hand on her ass.
Shakīlah Salmān turned to me this time, and noticed I was looking at her with that same look in my eye.
This time Shakīlah Salmān realized what it was.
It was pure lust.
I began to blatantly grope her butt, squeezing her pantiless, round ass through the thin material of her dress.
Shakīlah Salmān looked up at me and met my eyes before instinctively leaning in and kissing me on the lips.
It wasn’t the kind of kiss a friend should give me.
Shakīlah Salmān realized, as Shakīlah Salmān pressed her lips hard against mine, my strong hand still firmly holding her beautiful young Pakistani Musalmān ass.
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t care anymore.
Shakīlah Salmān wanted intimacy.
Her emotional state and drunkenness put her right in the palm of my hand, literally.
We broke the kiss as Shakīlah Salmān scooted up completely into my lap, her dress now riding very high on her legs.
“Shakīlah Salmān,” I started.
Before I could finish Shakīlah Salmān grabbed my head and once again kissed me hard on the lips.
Our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths as we shared a passionate kiss.
I lost all hesitation and placed my hand high on her leg, feeling up her milky thighs and groaning as I squeezed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān ass.
“No panties? Naughty girl.” I said, smiling as I teased her.
Shakīlah Salmān gasped as I lightly caressed her puffy Pakistani Musalmān Pussy lips, longing for the touch of someone.
I teased her again and again, lightly rubbing my fingers along the ravenous Pakistani Musalmān slit before Shakīlah Salmān could take no more.
“Durgesh, please,” Shakīlah Salmān moaned, getting short of breath.
With this, I picked her up by the hips and set her down on my male Hindu lap.
I groped her breast roughly through the dress and pushed a finger into her waiting pussy.
I expertly worked my hand in her waiting, velvet Pakistani Musalmān walls, bringing her closer and closer to climax as I used my other hand to drop the dress from her shoulders.
Her perky, firm Pakistani Musalmān tits fell into view as the top of the dress slid down her stomach.
“Oh fuck!” Shakīlah Salmān exclaimed, a little louder than Shakīlah Salmān should have. “That’s it, Durgesh. Squeeze your Shakīlah Salmān’s tits!
Shakīlah Salmān got closer and closer to her orgasm as I took my free hand and tweaked the areola of her other breast.
I shoved a second finger into her sopping Musalmān pussy and sent her over the edge, causing her to convulse hard in my hand.
I continued fucking her with my fingers and squeezing her creamy white breast as Shakīlah Salmān began to go through a mind-shattering orgasm, getting over months of little to no relief.
Her husband came nowhere close to knowing how to pleasure her that well, or he just didn’t care.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Shakīlah Salmān moaned as her orgasm made me rock against my hand and body.
I placed my hand on the back of her head and once again pressed her lips to mine.
The kiss sent electricity through her spine as her orgasm subsided.
As Shakīlah Salmān recovered, Shakīlah Salmān realized I had yet to have relief.
Shakīlah Salmān noticed an incredibly large bulge in my pants and decided to start there.
‘Allah,’ Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself.
This was easily the biggest cock Shakīlah Salmān had ever felt.
Shakīlah Salmān placed her hand around the width of my Hindu shaft, realizing Shakīlah Salmān could barely hold it in her small tiny hand. Shakīlah Salmān licked her lips as Shakīlah Salmān began to run her soft hands along the sides of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Shakīlah Salmān Momentarily looked up to see my eyes staring straight at her tits as Shakīlah Salmān performed this act.
Shakīlah Salmān blushed deeply before decided She’d treat me as well as Shakīlah Salmān could.
Shakīlah Salmān was slightly scared, but Shakīlah Salmān figured it didn’t matter.
Instantly, I started moaning as Shakīlah Salmān expertly worked my Hindu penis.
Shakīlah Salmān loved giving BJs, but her husband didn’t like them that much and had a much smaller penis, so Shakīlah Salmān seldom got to do this.
Eventually, Shakīlah Salmān felt a stirring in my loins and knew I’d be close to finishing.
Shakīlah Salmān prepared herself as I neared my climax.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, Shakīlah Salmān. I’m gonna cum. Take my Hindu load with your beautiful Pakistani Musalmān mouth” I said, completely into it and forgetting Shakīlah Salmān was not my lover.
Shakīlah Salmān felt naughtier with the sexy talk and prepared for my Hindu load.
Shakīlah Salmān had expected a lot of cum, but nowhere near the amount I actually had.
After what seemed like a few minutes, my Uncut Hindu Cock finally twitched for the last time, completely filling her Pakistani Musalmān mouth with my potent Hindu seed. Shakīlah Salmān swallowed the rest of my Hindu load and licked her lips, enjoying the taste of such a nice Uncut Hindu Cock.
Shakīlah Salmān noticed there was a bit of cum that had spilled out of her mouth and onto her tits.
Shakīlah Salmān swirled it up with her finger and licked it off, making sure to not miss a single drop.
“I guess you could just say I’m a natural. Shakīlah Salmān loves giving blowjobs, Unfortunately, Shakīlah Salmān just doesn’t get to do it often. Shakīlah Salmān loves feeling the taste of sucking a giant cock and swallowing it’s cum.” Shakīlah Salmān said, revealing this way too much than Shakīlah Salmān probably should had.
Shakīlah Salmān hardly cared at this point, though.
I grabbed her waist again and kissed her on the mouth, fondling one of her breasts again in the process.
“Your extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān body is so fucking hot, Shakīlah Salmān. Let’s get out of here so I can fuck you properly.” I whispered into her ear.
“Okay, handsome,” Shakīlah Salmān said, getting up and pulling up the straps of her dress.
Shakīlah Salmān tried to fix herself up and hoped there wasn’t a mess from her giant orgasm.
Her pussy was still sopping wet but most of it didn’t get on her dress, so Shakīlah Salmān was okay.
Shakīlah Salmān and I left the theater, this time holding hands as we exited.
Shakīlah Salmān took me by my hand back towards the car, momentarily stopping in front of the fountain for a bit.
I pulled her body towards me and wrapped my hand around her waist.
I slipped my hand under her dress and cupped her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass, again kissing her deeply.
Our tongues met briefly before Shakīlah Salmān broke the kiss, realizing where we were.
Shakīlah Salmān pulled my hand off her ass and scolded me. “Hey, Hindu scoundrel, we’re in the middle of the public, Durgesh. What if someone saw you kissing me?” Shakīlah Salmān said, concerned.
“Who cares? No one knows you’re not my girlfriend. They just think you’re my hot date. It’s your fault for being such a naughty slut and not wearing panties.” I cracked a sly grin.
“You wouldn’t let me put panties on earlier! You hurried me out the door! Whatever.” Shakīlah Salmān said, giving in to my teasing. “Let’s just go, darling.”
Shakīlah Salmān took my hand and pulled me to the car where I helped her in and we started driving off.
I kept my free hand on her thigh as I drove along, before Shakīlah Salmān saw I still had a pretty noticeable hard-on.
“Are you seriously still hard? What are you made of?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, rubbing my Hindu crotch.
I groaned softly as Shakīlah Salmān touched my Hindu member.
“No way I’m gonna be done before, Shakīlah Salmān, I actually get to fuck you.” I said casually.
That was so wrong, Shakīlah Salmān wasn’t sure if Shakīlah Salmān wanted to go through with it.
Eventually we pulled into the house and got out of the car, walking to the door.
“Durgesh,” Shakīlah Salmān started, turning towards me as I put the key in the door, “I don’t think we should go any further, I’m not sur-” Shakīlah Salmān tried to finish before I grabbed her again.
I picked her up by the waist and opened the door, pressing my lips hard against hers in the process.
I swung the door closed and rode her dress up, grabbing her by her naked Pakistani Musalmān ass with both hands, squeezing firmly.
At this point Shakīlah Salmān was still too horny to not give in.
Shakīlah Salmān melted into my mouth as I set her down on the kitchen counter, her dress hiked up, revealing her still sopping Pakistani Musalmān pussy.
“You’re too much of a horny slut to stop now, Shakīlah Salmān, I bet.” I said daringly as I grabbed the dress straps and slid them once again over her shoulder, revealing her breasts.
The dress fell down to just cover her stomach, leaving her ass and tits exposed.
Shakīlah Salmān couldn’t handle it anymore, and Shakīlah Salmān completely gave in.
“You’re right, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu. I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m too horny. Please, fuck your horny little Pakistani Musalmān girlfriend with your giant Uncut Hindu Cock!” Shakīlah Salmān yelled, surprising herself.
Shakīlah Salmān never thought She’d speak to me like that.
It was driving me crazy.
I slowly pushed further into her Pakistani Musalmān tightness, filling her up like Shakīlah Salmān had never been filled before.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Shakīlah Salmān. You’re so fucking tight! Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Pakistani Musalmān body is absolutely amazing,” I gasped as I ran my hand up and down her lithe, supple body.
“Fuck, Durgesh, you’re too big! You’re splitting me in two!” Shakīlah Salmān said as I continued to enter her pussy, finally bottoming out deep in her womb.
I allowed me to adjust to my massive Hindu girth before pulling out and pushing back in again, picking up the pace.
Her incredibly lubricated Pakistani Musalmān pussy walls facilitated the process, and finally Shakīlah Salmān was able to completely adjust to the massive Uncut Hindu Cock that was pounding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes! Oh yes, Durgesh, fuck your Shakīlah Salmān’s tight little Pakistani Musalmān pussy! Impale me on your huge fucking Uncut Hindu Cock!” Shakīlah Salmān screamed as I continued to ram her tight Musalmān pussy on the cool countertop.
Being taken so completely and fucked this hard drove me absolutely wild as Shakīlah Salmān could hardly think of anything else but my huge Uncut Hindu Cock pounding into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān pussy.
Suddenly, Shakīlah Salmān felt my cock withdraw from her velvet lips, leaving her feeling completely empty without my massive Hindu cock.
“What’s wrong, Durgesh?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, disappointed at momentarily not being fucked.
I answered her question immediately as I picked her up completely off the counter and set her face down onto the cold surface.
Her nipples hardened as they touched the cold surface of the kitchen counter when Shakīlah Salmān felt me grab her hip and pick one of her legs up, setting Shakīlah Salmān against the counter in a half standing half lying position.
“I’m gonna fuck your tight Pakistani Musalmān pussy and ass from behind, filling you like the slut you are!” I said, explaining my actions.
I then ripped the rest of her dress off her body, leaving it ripped on the floor.
Once again, Shakīlah Salmān felt my massive Hindu rod enter her Pakistani Musalmān tightness, this time from behind, reaching all the way in and splitting her Pakistani Musalmān pussy from another position.
Shakīlah Salmān winced in pain as it hit the uncomfortable spot, before I withdrew and hit it again.
I smiled, picking up the pace and continuing to buck in and out of her, using her fertile, wide hips for leverage.
“Who cares? You said you wanted to get pregnant, right?” I asked, making her realize a possible solution to her problem.
I spoke again:
“I’ll fill your tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt with my Hindu cum and you can have our baby! It’s the easiest way for us to both get what we want! I’m really close to cumming, now!”
“Are you sure you can handle it? What about your stepson? What if he finds out?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, concerned and nearing a climax of her own.
Shakīlah Salmān gave up trying to reason at this point, Shakīlah Salmān was too blind by horniness and wanting to be a mother again to care any longer.
“Okay, Hindu Piyā! Fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy up with your potent Hindu seed. Fuck me until Shakīlah Salmān becomes an Ammī again!” Shakīlah Salmān screamed as I groped her breast from behind.
As I emptied my balls, coating the inside of her pussy with my massive Hindu load, Shakīlah Salmān began to convulse on my body, her orgasm causing her to scream into my mouth.
“Your pussy is too tight, Shakīlah Salmān!” I smiled from behind her.
Finally, our orgasms subsided and I pulled my giant Hindu shaft out of her pussy.
I picked her up and set her down on the floor,
“Shakīlah Salmān, I love you, too, babe.” At this point, I was referring to her as my lover.
“I’m ovulating right now, so I’m almost sure to get pregnant this time, Durgesh. What are we gonna do with the baby? It’s gonna be yours.” Shakīlah Salmān said, immediately regretting some of our decisions.
“It’s fine, Shakīlah Salmān. If that happens, we’ll just take care of it like normal. Worst comes to worst we can move away and take care of it together.”
“And if I’m not pregnant and your stepson doesn’t find out?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, wondering what I could respond.
“Then I’ll fuck you again until you do get pregnant with my child. You’re my live in relationship partner now, Shakīlah Salmān.” I said, placing my hand on her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān womb and kissing her roughly.
“Now let’s go to bed.” I said, picking her up completely and heading towards the stairs.
I carried her up the steps and dropped her in the bed, getting in after her, both of us completely nude.
A week and a half later, Shakīlah Salmān missed her period and took a pregnancy test.
Shakīlah Salmān ran into my room, tears in her eyes, so happy from the joy of finally being able to be a mother again.
“Durgesh!” Shakīlah Salmān practically screamed.
“The test was positive! I’m pregnant! I’m going to bear your child!” Shakīlah Salmān exclaimed, happier than Shakīlah Salmān could remember.
“Seriously? That’s great, Shakīlah Salmān!” I said as I rubbed her stomach and womb admiring my work.
I picked her up by the waist as Shakīlah Salmān wrapped her legs around my lower body, pressing her lips softly against mine.
“Thank you, Durgesh, the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā. You have successfully impregnated infinite of Musalmān houseladies. You have no idea how happy this makes all of us! A son is a son after all. Shakīlah Salmān loves you!” Shakīlah Salmān said, completely falling in love with me.
I broke the kiss and spoke, grabbing her ass with one of my strong hands.
I ripped her thin shirt off with my other, cupping her naked breast.
Shakīlah Salmān moaned softly as my tongue flicked over her sensitive breast.
“So what do you think we’re gonna do now that I’m pregnant?” Shakīlah Salmān asked as I set her down, running my hands down her sides and over to her wide hips.
“I’m gonna fuck you every day of your pregnancy and keep filling your pregnant Pakistani Sunni Musalmān womb with my hot Hindu cum until you have our child. Then I’ll fuck you more until you’re pregnant again,” I announced casually.
Shakīlah Salmān slowly walked towards my bed; removing her tights and jumping on it, leaving her nude save for her sopping white panties.
As I climbed into the bed and began running my hands up her body, Shakīlah Salmān asked me what we would do about her husband.
“When he comes back, what are we supposed to do?”
“We can move away and start a family of our own. Then Shakīlah Salmān can fuck me for the rest of her life.” I said, pushing her onto her back and removing her panties.
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I kissed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s inner thighs as well.
I looked up at her and smiled, “I’m not going to let you leave this bed for the rest of the weekend…”
I looked up at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“Does Åārifah Aslam want to fuck her best friend, philosopher and guide?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and started to pull me up her body,
“Åārifah Aslam wants to fuck her BIG emperor…”
We kissed again as Al Åārifah Al Aslam spread her legs wide for me.
I had a Moment of clarity before I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“Last chance to stop before we jump off a cliff together, Åārifah Aslam…”
“Mmmm, just like my best friend, philosopher and guide, to be thinking about his Åārifah Aslam. Don’t think my master, don’t worry. Just fuck me,” she said.
I mounted Al Åārifah Al Aslam and smiled wide,
“Anything for you, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I pressed against her and thrust inside of her.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly, her eyes bulging again as I thrust my throbbing Hindu member inside her.
“Oooohhhhhhhhhhhuuughhhhhhh…” she groaned.
Sliding inside her sent shivers of pleasure up my spine.
I pulled back and thrust inside her again.
“Mmmmm I fuck you, Åārifah Aslammmmm…” I grunted.
I started to fuck Al Åārifah Al Aslam hard and slow, her breasts shaking and swaying as my hard Hindu shaft slid balls deep inside her.
“Fuck. Fuck. Ffffuck!!” yelled Al Åārifah Al Aslam. “Fuck me Durgesh, fuck Åārifah Aslam…” she encouraged.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam felt me press against her as I fucked her.
It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
All Muħammad Ħabīb, all the orgies, all the threesomes, nothing made her pussy buzz like fucking her Hindu benefactor.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrapped her legs around me, sucking me into her as I fucked her.
I smiled as I felt Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrap her legs around me,
“How long has it been since you were fucked Åārifah Aslam?” I asked as I thrust into her.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she bit her lip.
She reached down to rub herself as I scratched her itch,
“Too long Durgesh. Your ever incompetent stepson hasn’t fucked me in over a year. Just rubber for Åārifah Aslam…”
I smirked and fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam harder and deeper.
“No more rubber cocks for Al Åārifah Al Aslam, just her Hindu lover’s.”
“Mmmmm yessssssss Durgesh, fuck your Musalmān stepBahū Bégum.”
I grabbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s wrists as I pinned her down on the bed.
Her legs fell to the side as I fucked her harder and deeper.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Musalmān pussy was on fire as I thrust back and forth inside of her, she was unable to respond, just moan.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmm Durgeshhhh…”
I smiled as I pulled my cock from Al Åārifah Al Aslam, picked her up and put her on her hands and knees.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked back at me so with glassy eyes, she loved being manhandled and moaned again when I thrust back deep inside her.
Her head hung down as she sucked in a breath and tried to comprehend how I, her only protector, was giving her the fucking of her life.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam grabbed her right breast and played with her hard nipple; she toyed with it and twisted it as I pounded her from behind.
I pounded Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s pussy as hard as I’d fucked anyone.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to moan louder and louder as she was fucked by me,
“More Durgesh, more. Fuck Åārifah Aslam harder. Harder. HARDER!”
I picked up the pace even more as I savagely pounded Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she egged me on.
I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam harder and deeper.
“More, more!” she moaned.
I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam faster and faster.
“Harder, harder!” she groaned.
I slammed deep and fast into Al Åārifah Al Aslam again and again.
“Yes, yes, yessssssssss…” she hissed.
It went on as if infinite.
Neither she was tired nor I.
Our bodies glistened as we fucked on her bed.
I pulled out of Al Åārifah Al Aslam and put her on her back once again,
“Nnnnnnoooo…” Al Åārifah Al Aslam whined.
I grinned as I looked down at Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
I dipped my head down to kiss on her sweaty, juicy, plump breasts.
“I just wanted to look you in the eye when I cum inside you Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I thrust back inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned again,
The bed shook and squeaked as I fucked her,
“You do want me to cum inside you, don’t you, Åārifah Aslam?”
“Mmmm yes,” she huffed. “Fill Åārifah Aslam up you old naughty Hindu scoundrel. You naughty Bahū Bégumfucker.”
I smiled as Al Åārifah Al Aslam called me a Bahū Bégumfucker, my thrusts picked up and I fucked her harder and harder as we started to kiss hungrily.
“Here it comes Åārifah Aslam,” I grunted.
“Allaaahhhhhhhhhh…” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as orgasm after orgasm washed over her body, “feed Åārifah Aslam…”
My muscles strained as grunted and pumped one last load inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as our mutual orgasms rose to a fever pitch.
“Ooohhhh yes Åārifah Aslam yes. So fucking perfect yessss…” I grunted again.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and my orgasms slowly died down until I pulled out of Al Åārifah Al Aslam and collapsed beside her, my chest heaving as I took a deep breath.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam licked her lips and wiped her hair from her face, a wicked smile crossed her face as she looked over at me.
I looked over at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“Hell, no. Never. I love the every moment of our tremendous coupling.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled, moved closer to me and leaned over to kiss me,
“You were amazing, Durgesh, even at your sixty six? Allah, I still can’t believe it. You are miraculous. “she said as she lovingly combed my hair with her hand.
I smiled as I cupped Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s naked Musalmān body in my arm as she half lay on top of me.
“I think it’s time you took your online profile down,” I smiled.
“You naughty Bahū Bégumfucker,” she teased.
“And proud of it.”*
Any inhibitions that may have lingered disappeared for good that day.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I embraced our taboo secret completely and fully enjoyed each other and ourselves.
We had no second thoughts and our familial relationship made our lust and our fuck sessions hotter.
I became an accomplished Bahū Bégum fucker spending every night over the summer in Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s bed.
The only nights I didn’t spend in Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s bed were the nights she spent in my, wanting to savor the kink of fucking me in my bed, in my room and spending the night there.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I fucked in every room of the house and in every way possible.
Our new relationship wasn’t based solely on our kink however.
There was a tenderness to it and total and complete trust that allowed us to explore freely with one another.
We made love as often as we fucked.
My friends noticed I was spending less time with them but we were all so busy that it never really came up.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s friends also noticed a difference but unlike my friends, they did press her on it.
They noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was more cheerful and deduced it was because of a man but Al Åārifah Al Aslam wouldn’t tell her friends who the mystery man was.
Even Muħammad Ħabīb noticed her cheerful state.
Their divorce actually progressed quite quickly without any incidents.
Muħammad Ħabīb was eager to move on with the new woman in his life and Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s desire for revenge was quelled by her tryst with me.
It didn’t hurt that she also did quite well in the divorce, Muħammad Ħabīb was happy to give up the house save for some family heirlooms which Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t want anyway.
At the end of the process Muħammad Ħabīb asked me what had gotten into Al Åārifah Al Aslam and as badly as I wanted to say I had gotten inside of Al Åārifah Al Aslam, I decided to be ambiguous and let him guess.
I returned home from my job one late Friday afternoon to find my Åārifah Aslam sunbathing topless in the backyard.
“Going European, are we?” I asked with a smile as I walked over to kiss Al Åārifah Al Aslam hello.
Our kiss was long and passionate.
“Are you complaining?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked with a smirk as she propped herself up on her elbows.
I grinned as I sat down beside Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
Al Åārifah Al Aslam bit her lip, her nipples started to harden immediately,
“It makes me horny.” She looked right at me.
I grunted with lust and stood up in front of Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
I took off my shirt and unzipped my jeans, kicking them off.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled as she swung her legs around as sat up on the deck chair,
I watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam lovingly stroked my cock,
“As much as I love fucking you out here, Åārifah Aslam,” I started, “why don’t we take this inside and celebrate your new found single status?”
“I thought we celebrated that Tuesday and Wednesday night?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked with a smile, remembering the hard fucking I gave her while the ink on her divorce was still wet.
“Let’s celebrate your first weekend as a single woman then,” I said.
“Mmmmmm” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned, “I’m a Hindu fucker Muslimah now, you know,” she teased.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam stood up and let go of my cock to take my hand.
I wrapped my arm around Al Åārifah Al Aslam as we walked inside.
Once we were in the privacy of our own home, I pressed her against the wall and kissed her again.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam hungrily kissed me, her desire to be fucked once again growing with every second.
“You know,” I said as I broke our kiss, “I seem to remember sexygal69 saying in her profile that she wanted to ride a hot ever young experienced Hindu bronco and throw it in her ex-husbands face. How about we celebrate by taking some naughty pictures…”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly,
“Mmmmmm fuck yes, you naughty old boy.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I scurried upstairs where I pinned Al Åārifah Al Aslam down on the bed and started to pull her bikini bottoms down her shapely legs.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam rubbed and played with her tits as I stripped her naked.
She still couldn’t believe how much our lives had changed in one summer and how much she loved it.
She was in a sexual relationship with me.
She was fucking me.
Her Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Hindu.
And she loved it.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled,
“Whose pussy does my old scoundrel Hindu stepfather in law love?”
I looked up,
“I love Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s pussy,” I grinned.
“Åārifah Aslam’s pussy is your pussy darling, you can have Åārifah Aslam’s pussy whenever you want,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned.
I kissed on her pussy as I put her legs over my shoulders.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam pulled on her nipples as she watched.
Nothing had been off limits since we started fucking.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam made Muħammad Ħabīb work to lick her ass but willingly offered it to me.
It was so primal that Al Åārifah Al Aslam had never felt so alive.
Pleasure rocked through Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s body as my constant attention boiled over.
I felt the goosebumps on Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s thighs as she whined my named loudly,
“Durgeshhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!” she moaned as she came hard.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled at my actions,
“you bad old boy,” she said. “Stand up for Åārifah Aslam.”
I did as I was told and watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam crawled towards me on the bed.
She looked hot as she swayed back and forth sensually on the bed, her large breasts dragging against the sheets.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam licked my shaft and then sucked me into her mouth.
I moaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam bobbed back and forth on my Hindu shaft and then let it pop from her lips.
“Those slutty college Musalmān girls aren’t even in your league.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and sucked on my throbbing Hindu member before pulling off my cock once again,
“Mmm just like your ever incompetent stepson isn’t in…”
I groaned loudly and Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled again before swallowing my shaft.
There was every way for Muħammad Ħabīb to know whose cock it was and that made it even better.
I did as I was told, wanting to please Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she continued to suck my cock.
Her head lovingly bobbed on the Hindu organ she had quickly decided she couldn’t live without.
“This is just the beginning Durgesh, we’re going to show your Stepson what a man you are for Åārifah Aslam.”
“Anything for you, Åārifah Aslam.”
I nodded when I was recording and Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t disappoint.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam pulled off My wet cock and looked up at the camera,
“Muħammad Ħabīb baby, this is the best cock I’ve ever had. Look at it,” she said as she kissed it, “look how big and juicy it is.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam swallowed me once more and bobbed her head three times before pulling her lips from my dick.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled hornily and sucked it up and that was where the short video ended.
“Great, Åārifah Aslam,” I exclaimed.
“Was I good?”
“Were you good?” I shook my head, “you were like a porn star!”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled again, “mmmm how many Bahū Bégums have their fathers in law tell them they acted like a porn star and take it as a compliment?”
My cock throbbed as Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to stroke me,
“I don’t know, but we’re the lucky ones…”
“Yes we are. Now be a good old boy and lie back on the bed so Åārifah Aslam can bounce on your ever miraculous Uncut Hindu Dick and you can show your Stepson how much I really love my old Hindu scoundrel.”
My cock lurched at the improbable scenario but I didn’t hesitate.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I got on the bed, my cock still rock hard.
Despite all we had done over the summer an argument could be made we had ‘over indulged’ in one another, I was still as eager as day one to please Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
As Al Åārifah Al Aslam that made Al Åārifah Al Aslam proud, as my lover it made her want me even more.
It glistened with her saliva and bobbed back and forth.
I immediately complied as I grabbed the phone and started to record.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned down to kiss my cock from the side as if she were eating a cob of corn.
I stifled a groan, wanting to give every hint as to whose cock Al Åārifah Al Aslam was so eager to fuck.
“Allah! Oooohhhhh God yes, you Hindu STUD!”
The camera shook slightly as lust boiled hot within me.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as I struggled to contain myself, “Hold on Hindu lover, you can put the camera down and fuck me senseless in a minute.”
“Uuuhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!” she squealed.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to ride me as I recorded our taboo lust. She bounced again and again on my Hindu shaft, showing her husband she’d moved on.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she started to fuck herself using my juicy Hindu prick.
The camera scrolled up to catch her bouncing Musalmān breasts and her glazed over lusty eyes as pleasure swam through her veins.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled and blew a kiss to the camera,
“You blew it Durgesh, now I blow me!” she cackled as the recording finally ended because Al Åārifah Al Aslam now ultimately could not help herself any longer.
I tossed the phone aside and grabbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam cooed and moaned as I started to fuck her back and we fell into a hot and hard rhythm.
The bed shook as we fucked each other with a great hot ashvinātam lust.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s body glistened as she fucked me.
The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room and fuelled our lust.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam propped herself up on me by putting her hands on my chest as she grinded against my shaft. Our fucking evolved into lovemaking as our pace slowed but our desire continued to build.
“Åārifah Aslam loves you so much, Durgesh.”
“I love you too, Åārifah Aslam, more than anything.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned down to kiss me hungrily and passionately, kissing me with a love she had felt for no other person.
“I’d do anything for you, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I broke our kiss.
“I know you would, méré Hindu Piyā. I know this is wrong as per my Pseudo Musalmīn morals, but I don’t care. I never want this to stop. I never want you to stop fucking me. Never stop,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned.
I started to speak but Al Åārifah Al Aslam stopped me, “Hush Durgesh, Åārifah Aslam doesn’t plan on sharing you just yet…” she grinned.
I smiled in response and rolled Al Åārifah Al Aslam over so she was on her back.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam squealed in surprise and moaned as I took control and started to fuck her harder.
“Nothing is going to stop me from fucking you ever, Al Åārifah Al Aslam,” I grunted.
“I will never stop fucking Al Åārifah Al Aslam, and you will always be my true love. My kindred spirit.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and groaned as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock deepest inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, using my elevated fucking skills to curl her toes as her orgasm grew.
“Mmmmmm Durgesh, my sweet old boy, keep talking like that and I may not ever be ready to share you with the world…”
I smiled as our fucking grew in intensity.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam offered herself completely to me as I thrust hard and deep into her.
I used every muscle in my body that I possibly could to fuck and pleasure Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
I moaned loudly as her plump, round breasts shook with our every thrust.
My head dipped down as I kissed her skin as I fucked her, my orgasm building in tune with hers.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam could sense my growing orgasm and in turn it fuelled hers.
“Fuck me hard Durgesh , fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeee…” she whined.
I did as Al Åārifah Al Aslam told me and fucked her harder and harder.
Every muscle strained in my body as I poured all my energy into pleasuring Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moved her hips in tune with me as I filled her totally and completely with my Hindu tool.
I held her tightly as our mutual desire grew until it boiled over and I came hard inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
“Åārifah Aslam, Åārifah Aslam, Åārifah Aslam, fuck yes Åārifah Aslammmmm” I grunted as I thrust and then popped off inside her welcoming Musalmān pussy.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s eyes bulged as she felt my Hindu intensity grow and then culminate in my taboo explosion and that triggered her own orgasm.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam shook and came hard all over my Hindu shaft as I came deepest inside of her.
“Mmmmmmm yes Durgesh, yes, cum in Åārifah Aslam. Give it all to Åārifah Aslam…”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I came together before finally giving way to exhaustion and falling down to the bed.
I reached over to grab Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s smartphone.
I took one more showing her entire contented state.
“I wish we could do a selfie like this,” She said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned over to kiss me softly on the lips.
“And we both know this is just the start of the rest of our lives…”
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I walked to the edge of the water then set Al Åārifah Al Aslam down,
“You don’t think I’d actually throw my own Bahū Bégum in the water, did you?” I asked with a wry grin.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam breathed a deep sigh of relief and then smiled at me,
“You should have,” she grinned as she pushed me into the water.
I bellowed as I tumbled in the water and surfaced quickly, a big grin on my face.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam shrieked again as I popped out of the pool and started to chase after her.
She ran around the backyard before I scooped her up into my arms and carried her over to the pool.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam gave me the puppy dog look as she squirmed in my arms,
“You wouldn’t throw your dear little Bahū Bégum in the pool, would you?”
“My dear Bahū Bégum? No. My hot young Bahū Bégum… yes.”
And with that, I jumped into the pool while still holding Al Åārifah Al Aslam, letting her go as we hit the water.
I laughed as I came up for air.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam surfaced a Moment later.
She wiped her hair from her face and giggled as she splashed me.
We both splashed and played in the pool before we wound up in the shallow end.
I sat on the steps as I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam on top of me.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam straddled me in the water as we caught our breath.
“So you think I’m hot, do you?” she smiled.
“I do. Not exactly breaking news.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinded against me as she leaned into me,
“Well, there aren’t exactly a lot of men breaking down my door,” she breathed.
“You have to take the padlock off the front door first, Åārifah Aslam,” I replied.
“Are you telling me you want me to do that?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
I didn’t break eye contact with Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she stayed on my lap,
Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinned widely,
“I didn’t think so.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she kissed me, I held her tightly and kissed her with heat and passion.
Her arms went around my neck as she grinded against my growing Hindu hard-on, our lips locked in a hot taboo embrace.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I kissed like teenagers as we pressed against each other in the pool, my tongue slipping inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as I succumbed to my lust.
“Mmmmmm, Åārifah Aslam,” I moaned as I broke our kiss.
“Allah! Oh my God,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned, “That was so hot. I’ve wanted that for so long.”
“Me too,” I said.
We started to kiss again only to stop just as quickly, “what’s wrong?” I asked.
“I want this so bad, but I can’t. It’s wrong. I’m your Bahū Bégum,” she said.
“It’s ok, Åārifah Aslam, I too want this now. I too want you. You aren’t only that wants me.” I replied.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam extricated herself from me,
“It is wrong. We can’t do this,” she said as she pulled away from me and ran inside.
I watched Al Åārifah Al Aslam run inside and went after her.
I went upstairs and heard her crying in her room, “Åārifah Aslam?” I called as I knocked on the door.
“Not now Durgesh. It’s wrong, we can’t do this, I’m your Bahū Bégum,” she cried.
Durgesh turned the knob and went inside,
“We need to talk.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me,
“Durgesh! Please! I’m embarrassed enough!”
I walked over to the en suite bathroom to grab a towel and some tissues.
I came back into the bedroom, and wrapped the towel around Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
And handed her a tissue.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I sat down beside her.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam sighed deeply as she leaned against me, “I’m such a fool.”
I rubbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s arms through the towel, “Don’t be silly Åārifah Aslam, you’re perfect.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me and started to talk when I stopped her,
“Let me speak,” I said.
“A few weeks ago when I was fixing your laptop I found your online profile,” I started as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s eyes bulged in surprise.
“It was wrong but I checked it out and I’ve checked your profile every day since. I checked it so often I had to get my own … and then I couldn’t help myself and started chatting with you online. I’m the one you’ve been talking to, Åārifah Aslam. So if there’s something wrong with you there’s something wrong with me and we can be wrong together,” I said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was shocked as I revealed all,
“You mean…” she started.
“Yup,” I said. “We’ve been sharing our secrets, swapping pictures… nurturing our mutual desire.”
“You planned this?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
I shook my head,
“No. It just… happened. It was you. Deep down I guess I’ve always had you,” I said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled for the first time,
“Me? So, you really want to…”
“I want to do whatever you want, Åārifah Aslam. But if you’re asking me what I really want, I want to fuck you, Al Åārifah Al Aslam.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s nipples instantly responded to my words,
“You want to fuck me?”
“Say it again,” she said.
“I want to fuck you, Åārifah Aslam,” I repeated.
“Again,” she said.
“I want to fuck you, Åārifah Aslam,” I smiled.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinned a lusty grin as she stood up and faced me.
She tossed her towel aside.
She reached behind her back and undid her top, letting it fall to the floor as her gorgeous breasts spilled free, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī female Musalmān lust and desire now fuelling her actions.
I stared at Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s chest in wonderment, not believing this was actually happening.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as I gawked at her, “mmmmmm Åārifah Aslam wants to fuck her big boy…” she moaned.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I kissed on the bed.
And it turned her on even more.
I fell back on the bed.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam stayed on top of me as we kissed hungrily.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam broke the kiss and looked down at me, “Did you really mean all the things you wrote?” she asked.
“Every single thing.”
I nodded again,
“Of course, you think I have lots of dick pics sitting around?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled,
“No, but it looked too good to be true,” she said as she kissed softly down my body until she reached my swim trunks.
“Mmmmmm you weren’t lying,” she said as she licked her lips.
Her smile grew even larger when I groaned softly as she stroked my Hindu shaft.
I smiled as I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“They really do, but what I really want to know is if Al Åārifah Al Aslam likes it.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam had a mischievous glint in her eye as she stroked me slowly once more before her red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips approached my Hindu shaft and sucked me into her warm wet mouth.
“Ooohhhhh fuck, yes, Åārifah Aslam.”
I watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head bobbed up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock as she expertly swallowed it, her lips gliding up and down my Hindu shaft.
My cock slipped from Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s mouth and she started to stroke me again,
“Does that answer your question?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she kissed and stroked my hard cock,
“Mmmm that will happen soon enough,” she teased.
The sound of Al Åārifah Al Aslam blowing me, while I moaned, filled the room and turned us both on.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to stroke my cock as she sucked on my balls, her hand moving up and down my wet cock.
“Tell Åārifah Aslam what you’d do to her…” she moaned.
I smiled as I moved my hips, thrusting slowly against Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s hand.
“I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house. I’m going to fuck you in my bed; I’m going to fuck you in this bed and fuck you better than Muħammad Ħabīb ever did. I’m going to fuck you while we eat breakfast, I’m going to bend you over the couch and fuck you in the family room. I’m going to fuck you in the shower, in the grass out back, on the washing machine and everywhere in between,” I continued.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly as I went on and on all the places, I would fuck her, she took my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as my shaft throbbed.
Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled at her daughter.
Despite her later thirties, she still didn’t understand what the present åālmīn, what the present day MULTIVERSE was.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was still living in her mental hypocritical universe.
No, it wasn’t.
Even the Christians were so, even the Jews were so, even the Pārsīs were so and even the Hindus were so.
“The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually a military power, Åārifah,” Al Navīdah Al Vasīm said fucking me vehemently, “Islamic State of Iraq and Syria is its worst product. When Yazīd malåūn revived the pre Islamic military power of Årab people, he deliberately did it to snatch away its spiritual power Ħuzūrs gave it. He deliberately snatched away its oxygen, Taħannus. If Taħannus were still an integral part of Islam, as it was in the days of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, Yazīd malåūn couldn’t have converted almost the entire Musalmīn into military power.”
“I can’t understand the reason you are preaching me true Islam, Ammī.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said curtly, “If you think you can justify in this way what you are doing with my father in law, you are quite mistaken.”
Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled,
“That’s why there isn’t any problem that you fuck Durgesh.”
She laughed lightly.
“Previously I wondered, Ammī, why you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies are crazy to invite other Musalmān houseladies who don’t fuck Durgesh, to fuck Durgesh either under this pretext or that.”
Al Navīdah Al Vasīm never lost her patience.
She always kept her mind cool when she argued about anything with someone.
She too laughed lightly.
“Now you are wiser?”
“You couldn’t control yourselves.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled contemptuously, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever lier, her ever Durgesh obsessed, young Musalmān lady brigade, spread the lie that Durgesh is the ever best sex specialist, he fucks best. You tried to experience it and lost your chastity, your sanctity, to Durgesh in the process, as well as your Īmān too.”
“Īmān?” her Ammī, Al Navīdah Al Vasīm laughed open heartedly fucking me more and more vehemently.
“Yes!” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said contemptuously, “Īmān. That’s more precious than anything is. As your passion to fuck Durgesh fulfilled, you foolish yet beautiful Musalmān houseladies realize what the utmost precious thing you have lost forever. Your conscience reproaches you. To compensate it, you want the rest of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies also fuck Durgesh themselves, so that you can explain to your conscience that it’s nothing abnormal at all. It’s absolutely normal.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam never even imagined then, what she was doing now, she would herself do some day.*
Al Åārifah Al Aslam hadn’t been this hot since she and Muħammad Ħabīb went to our last swingers party years ago and none of the cock’s she’d sucked over the years made her as hot as mine.
I grunted and groaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam continued her taboo assault on my Hindu shaft until I couldn’t help myself anymore.
“Here it comes,” I grunted through gritted teeth.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she sucked me, her eyes bulging when I finally released and came hard down her Musalmān throat.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam sucked harder on my sprouting Uncut Hindu Prick as my Hindu sperm coated her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue and throat.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she swallowed my Hindu load, she hadn’t swallowed with Muħammad Ħabīb even, but she just had to taste me.
Her beautiful Musalmān lady friends claimed it was the tastiest thing they swallowed ever.
She licked her lips as she lifted from my shaft, a long line of spit connected my Uncut Hindu Cock to her beautiful red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and she eagerly kissed my Uncut Hindu Cock head to clean it up.
I smiled as I looked up at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
Yes, it was a lie.
But Al Åārifah Al Aslam needed it.
And I never claimed to be Harishchandr, neither I ever wanted to be.
“Mmmm well Åārifah Aslam knows how to take care of her Hindu protector…”
I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam up to me and kissed her again.
We kissed hungrily on the bed as I rolled Al Åārifah Al Aslam onto her back.
She felt my hand snake down to her soaked bikini bottoms and slip under them.
I smiled when I felt how wet Al Åārifah Al Aslam was and Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned when I started to feel her up.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me,
I slowly undid her bikini bottoms and tossed them away,
“Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” I smirked.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I moved between her legs and spread them wide.
It was a long kiss itself.
I caused her to moan,
“Mmmm Allah, God, Durgesh, kiss Åārifah Aslam’s pussy…”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to pinch and play with her nipples as I kissed her there.
“Mmmm Master fucker Hindu, Åārifah Aslam is going to fuck you so good…,” she groaned.
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I heard Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb before I saw them as I arrived home.
As had become the norm, they were fighting.
I paused for a moment as I listened to them from outside the front door then jangled my keys and loudly played with the lock to signal my arrival.
I sighed as the fighting stopped once I entered.
Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb were in the front foyer sporting fake smiles as I walked in,
“Hey Åārifah Aslam, Muħammad Ħabīb, what’s up?”
Muħammad Ħabīb was not in a chatting mood.
He simply picked up a bag that lay at his feet,
“Nothing buddy, I just stopped by to pick up a few things I need for a business trip,” Muħammad Ħabīb said as he walked over to me.
“I’ll email you,” Muħammad Ħabīb said simply before turning to me, “Take care of your Bahū Bégum. Will you, Dad, please?”
I didn’t bother saying goodbye to my stepson.
Muħammad Ħabīb was out the door with the door closed before I even had a chance to say the words.
Instead, I walked over to Al Åārifah Al Aslam and gave her a hello kiss on the cheek,
“You ok, Åārifah?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled and put on a brave face for me,
“Of course, I am, Durgesh, and how was your day?”
I ignored Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s question as we walked inside,
“You don’t seem ok, Åārifah, come on, what’s up? What did your idiot husband, Muħammad Ħabīb, say?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam sighed as the weight of a bad day came crashing down, tears formed in her eyes as she stepped closer to her one and only protector and hugged me tight,
“Your ever incompetent stepson is officially filing for divorce,” she said as tears ran down her cheeks.
I hugged Al Åārifah Al Aslam tightly and held her as the words sunk in.
I wasn’t surprised Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb were getting divorced.
They had been separated for months and their marriage had been slowly deteriorating for years before that.
I rubbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s back softly and wiped away her tears as she looked at me,
“I’m sorry, Åārifah Aslam. I know you really tried to make it work.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled at me, she was so lucky to have me in her life.
While her relationship with her soon to be ex-husband was in poor shape, her relationship with me couldn’t have been better.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam broke the hug and wiped her tears away,
“You know where he’s going, don’t you? He’s going away with HER – business trip his ass.”
“Do you think she would remain with him?”
“None can. Everyone needs physical satisfaction completely.”
“And Muħammad Ħabīb can’t provide it?”
“He can, but he is obsessed in doing other things, instead of normal matrimonial requirements.”
I led Al Åārifah Al Aslam into the living room so we could sit down. Before being separated, Muħammad Ħabīb had admitted to his wife and me he was having an affair with a colleague at work and that they were in love.
“We can have each other Åārifah Aslam, you’re too good for me anyway,” I said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam snorted with laughter,
“Yeah right, look at me, I’m a mess.”
I smiled as I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“You’re beautiful on the inside and out and the best Bahū Bégum a man can have,” I said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam shook her head,
“My best friend, philosopher and guide,” she said as she kissed me then wiped a smudge of her lipstick from my face, “where would I be without you? I can’t understand why the Musalmīn hate you, if they aren’t really Pseudo Musalmīn.”
“Now that’s a sentiment I can agree with,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled. “I’m going to finish making dinner; you go change and get ready.”
I kissed Al Åārifah Al Aslam on the cheek again and went upstairs to my room.
I was halfway up the stairs when Al Åārifah Al Aslam called out to me, “Oh and Durgesh … ”
“Yes, Åārifah Aslam?” I asked as I turned around.
“My laptop is acting up, the sound won’t work, would you take a look at it?” she asked.
“Anything for you, Åārifah,” I said as I reached the top of the stairs and went into my room.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I had always been close.
When they were just married even, Muħammad Ħabīb often worked late hours.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam used to come to me for company.
So, Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I spent a lot of time together.
I didn’t mind being called a “Ladies’ Man” and happily spent time with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam married young when she was only 19.
She and Muħammad Ħabīb met in school and were high school sweethearts.
Muħammad Ħabīb was two years older and truly loved her when they were younger.
However, the pressure of providing for a family at such a young age wore on Muħammad Ħabīb before long.
Due to his hidden hate that his Ammī deserted his real father to live in relationship with me, Muħammad Ħabīb never accepted any money, any financial help from me.”
“I can’t be a pimp of my own Ammī for that Hindu scoundrel.” Muħammad Ħabīb used to say to Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was dumb founded.”
“Muħammad Ħabīb, Durgesh never went to seduce your Ammī. She tells me your Abbū couldn’t satisfy her sexually.”
“Bosh and nonsense,” Muħammad Ħabīb retorted, “Ammī is saving her own face and protecting her new Hindu love. If my Abbū were impotent, from where my sisters and I came?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was hurt,
“Muħammad Ħabīb, Ammī didn’t say impotent, she said ‘incompetent’.”
“I don’t believe her.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at him incredulously,
“She is your Ammī, Muħammad Ħabīb.”
“That’s the reason I can’t hate her.”
When a job offer came, they moved cities.
Muħammad Ħabīb adjusted to the move well but Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was used to the whispers about her suspected clandestine affair with me.
Muħammad Ħabīb laughed,
“They can’t believe a Musalmān houselady is so beautiful and nevertheless she doesn’t fuck my infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu stepfather. He has infinite money and sexual prowess too. It’s natural that beautiful Musalmān houseladies fall for him, because Durgesh prefers beautiful Musalmān houseladies on the rest of women.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was out of speech,
“But, Muħammad Ħabīb,”
“Forget them. They want me to repeat the blunder they committed.”
“They didn’t have faith in their own wives. They suspected them, misbehaved and threw them in this way in Durgesh’s lap themselves.”
“Muħammad Ħabīb!” Al Åārifah Al Aslam exclaimed immensely surprised.
“That was the blunder they committed. I’m not a damn fool enough not to have faith in my own wife.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam put her arms around his neck and kissed him gratefully indebted.
She could not believe he would leave him ultimately soon.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam had hoped the rumors about her clandestine affair with me would die off with age.
She was short, standing only 5’3 with dyed blonde hair and green eyes, fair skin, toned legs and large firm round breasts that were 100% real.
She had been a cheerleader in her high school days and had grown accustomed to attracting stares from the opposite sex; she liked the power it gave her.
The problems with Muħammad Ħabīb started after the move and never really stopped.
It was Durgesh that pulled her out of her funk.
Even in my sixty-six, I was still an athletic kid, kid, never an old man,
So, Al Åārifah Al Aslam threw herself into doting on me.
I called her beautiful even when she didn’t feel like she was and convinced her to take up jogging with me.
Slowly Al Åārifah Al Aslam caught the exercise bug and her figure and confidence excelled.
It became yet another activity for the two of us to bond over.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam went to all my games and enjoyed the attention she got from my teammates, but it was the attention she got from me she enjoyed most of all.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam had caught me staring at her from time to time while we jogged and around the house but didn’t mind my stolen glances.
She knew I adored her and often got in fights defending her honor.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t like me fighting but she did like that she did have one man in her life that defended her.
Truth be told, I wasn’t the only one who did some ogling.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam noticed me as a miraculously perfect ever-young man, even in my sixty-six.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was crestfallen when even her Ammī fell for me.
“Ammī, you toooo?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam couldn’t believe her own eyes.*
Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled.
She was an ultramodern woman.
No, Islam didn’t snatch away their liberty at all.
It was Pseudo Islam that did it.
Islam, instead, protected the then Årab womankind from their alive cremation, their mass kidnapping and their mass sale for slavery and prostitution.
“What a woman needs.”
“I see.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said ironically, “A woman needs to cheat her husband, in her fifty six even, seduce a Hindu wild sex maniac, undress him herself, push him on his back, undress herself, straddle him, hold his Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand, position it between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips, and thrust herself entirely shamelessly to get it inside.”
Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled ironically herself.
“I never knew you were so sex starved that you watched your own Ammī’s sex life so profoundly. Didn’t I teach you it to be bad manners?”
“A person learns more from seeing than being taught.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said sternly.
“Your sex life is not even satisfactory, my dear.” Al Navīdah Al Vasīm invited her daughter gravely, “Come on, replace me. Enjoy the infinite Muslimātramañ to your heart’s content, as much as you need, and even more. Durgesh is a sex wizard.”
“Thank you very much.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said contemptuously, “I’m quite satisfied with my Musalmān husband. Your Hindu lover himself admits that the Hindus are better in sex but the Musalmīn are better in morals.”*
With Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb splitting up, I didn’t like the idea of Al Åārifah Al Aslam living home alone.
Despite the stolen glances, none of our duo ever did anything sexual.
Our relationship wasn’t like that, but we did have an extremely tight bond.
A bond that was about to grow even stronger.
I showered and changed, then walked into Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s room to check on her laptop.
It booted up without any issues and the sound problem was easy enough to solve.
I decided to check my online web portal to see if my finals were posted and was about to shut the computer down when a link saved in the favorites caught my eye.
I knew I should leave it alone but proceeded anyway.
I clicked on the link and a hook-up site popped up.
It was a sex meet up site, a combo of eHarmony and Ashley Madison.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile was saved and I decided to check it out.
I found myself neutral, as I read Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile.
Logically I wanted Al Åārifah Al Aslam to meet someone and move on from Muħammad Ħabīb.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam advertised herself as a soon-to-be divorced Bahū Bégum of one who was looking for a man who knew how to pleasure a woman.
Durgesh was quite serious as I read Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile describing her sexual likes and dislikes.
My cock started to throb as she described in depth how she wanted to ride a ‘hot man’s bronco’ and shove it in her ex-husband’s face.
My cock got even harder as I spotted some pictures she posted.
They weren’t nude, but, nevertheless, were pretty close.
“I can’t believe it,” I said to myself.
Just then, Al Åārifah Al Aslam called from downstairs,
“Dinner is ready, Master!”
I closed the website and the laptop,
“Be there in a Moment, Åārifah Aslam!” I called as I adjusted my pants and went downstairs.
I visited Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s online profile a lot over the next two weeks.
She had recently joined so I didn’t think she had met anyone yet, nevertheless, I just couldn’t let it go.
I wasn’t mad with Al Åārifah Al Aslam, I could never be mad at her for wanting to meet new people, regardless of the reason.
I just couldn’t shake the caution I felt towards unknown men trying to score with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was an attractive woman.
She was toned but not skinny, curvy but not overly so, with soft smooth skin and large plump breasts.
I loved the smell of her shampoo, the way she dressed, moved and laughed.
So why wouldn’t other men?
Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t dress to tease me around the house, but she didn’t dress overly conservative either.
She wasn’t nearly as tall as I was, and from time to time wore my old jerseys or shirts around the house with little else on.
She had done that the other night when we watched a movie together.
I found myself stealing glances at Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she cuddled beside me.
I watched her as much as I did the movie.
One late night while I was surfing the internet I invariably made my way back to Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile.
As I logged on, I noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was logged in as well.
I stared at her profile picture and the green dot indicating she was online.
I decided to take a chance.
I sent Al Åārifah Al Aslam, an invite for a live chat.
30 seconds later, she agreed.
“Hello” I typed.
“Hi,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, “Thanks for the invite.”
“Couldn’t resist,” I started. “Can’t sleep?”
“Horny and alone,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied.
“I find that hard to believe,” I typed.
“Lol why?” she asked.
“You’re beautiful,” I replied.
“You’re sweet,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied, “but the only man who notices me these days is my step father in law.”
I was more careful in my tracks.
Was she upset?
“I find THAT hard to believe,” I wrote.
“It’s true,” she said, “he’s the only one and to be honest, I don’t mind.”
“Naughty girl,” I wrote.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she chatted online.
She had been considering cancelling her membership and hadn’t expected to share any secret desires but here she was – and she was horny.
“Ever done anything?” I asked, knowing the answer.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam rubbed herself even harder as she typed,
“No, I’m too much of a chicken.”
“What about others?” I asked.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam chuckled as she typed, “They may be cute but I’d never do that to him.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
My head would have exploded if one of them were fooling around with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
“You think he’d want to do something?” I asked.
“Probably not,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded. “I’m not some freak, just a lonely woman.”
“I read somewhere a lot of Bahū Bégums think of their father in law sexually at some point,” I wrote.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to finger herself as she typed,
“Have you thought about your Bahū Bégum, if you are old enough to have one?”
I paused and then responded,
“I’ve started to, hard to not notice her.”
“You naughty boy,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote. “Do you want to fuck her?”
I couldn’t decide what to say.
I hadn’t really thought about it but I had been visiting her profile and thinking about her nonstop recently.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Sorry,” I wrote, “I was just thinking about her.”
“Mmmmmmm” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, “that a yes?”
I paused again before responding, “Well, my cock is rock hard,” I replied honestly without actually responding.
“My pussy is wet,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied. “How big are you?”
“Big enough, maybe I’ll show you sometime” I typed.
“How old are you?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
“I’m 66,” I typed.
“Mmmmm you could be my step father in law,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, not knowing how right she was.
“I’d like that,” I replied.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam fingered her pussy faster,
“I bet you would…”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam played with herself as we chatted.
“It’s late, I should go to bed, talk again?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
“Absolutely,” I replied.
“Goodnight, my dear,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote before logging off.
“Night, Åārifah Aslam,” I said softly as I stood up and moved over to my bed.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam played with herself that night, thinking of me before she drifted off to sleep.
Neither Al Åārifah Al Aslam nor I had intended for that chat to happen.
In fact, neither had admitted to themselves we had those desires but it was clear now we both did.
Over the course of the next week we chatted almost every night about our shared fantasy, not really sure where it was leading.
I noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was suddenly in a better mood while Al Åārifah Al Aslam couldn’t help but notice me checking her out even more than usual.
I had learned through our online chats Al Åārifah Al Aslam hadn’t met anyone through the site and wasn’t too pleased with it overall until she started talking to me.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam meanwhile found herself looking forward to her late night rendezvous with her anonymous experienced old stud.
She had started to fantasize about her and myself together, but left it at that, just a fantasy.
One night after watching a movie together, we met online after saying our goodnights in the hall.
“Allah, I’m so horny,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote when I popped online.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“We just watched a movie together and I did what I told you I was going to do. I wore a skimpy little nightie and he was so hard. I saw him. I felt him,” she said.
“That IS hot,” I wrote back.
“I was so tempted to do something but I couldn’t. I shouldn’t be doing this to myself or to him. He’s the only good relationship I have in my life,” she said.
“Sounds to me like he doesn’t mind,” I wrote.
“I don’t know…” she replied.
“I bet you he’s thinking about you right now,” I typed.
“You think so?” she asked.
“I know so…” I said.
“I wish you were him,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied.
My cock throbbed at that last comment,
“Go check if he’s still awake, I’ll be here…” I said.
Without thinking, I got up and slipped out my room, going downstairs to the kitchen.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam heard me in the kitchen and walked down to join me in her skimpy nightie.
“Durgesh?” she asked as she entered the kitchen, “is that you?”
“It’s me Åārifah Aslam; I’m just making some hot milk, want some?”
I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she softly stepped into the kitchen, her nightie was light purple, very short and see-thru everywhere but at her chest.
My eyes traveled up and down her body, her nightie barely covered her panties and perfectly showcased her body.
“I couldn’t sleep, you?” I asked.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled at me,
Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I reached up to get a second mug.
I was wearing boxers and a t-shirt that was molded to my toned physique. Whereas her husband had let himself go in recent years, I was a verified hunk.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam stepped closer to me as the milk started to heat up, “Aren’t we a pair?” she chuckled, “heating up warm milk on a Saturday night.”
I smiled as I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam close to me, my hands sliding down her back as her arms went around my neck.
“I don’t mind Åārifah Aslam, I’ve always preferred being with you. I like our special bond,” I said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled back at me,
“Me too. I’m lucky to have a father in law who talks to Al Åārifah Al Aslam more than once a month.”
“You mean that’s an option?” I teased.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam gasped in mock horror,
“Just for that I’m going to embarrass you the next time your friends are over. I’m going to treat you like a best friend and just shower you with kisses…”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned up as she started to give me sloppy wet kisses on my cheeks and forehead.
“I’ll kiss you like this and this and this and this and this and this…” she teased.
I laughed as Al Åārifah Al Aslam gave me sloppy wet kisses, her body pressed against me as she did, and as she pressed against me, it was impossible for her not to feel my extraordinary Hindu hard-on.
“Ok ok ok!” I laughed, “I give in!”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she stopped kissing me but stayed pressed against me.
Our eyes locked for a Moment as I held Al Åārifah Al Aslam in my arms. I pulled her slightly against me and she didn’t fight it.
Finally, after an extended silence I said,
“I love you, Åārifah Aslam.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam bit her bottom lip and smiled,
“I love you too, my Master. You’re the love of your Bahū Bégum’s life and you always will be.”
“I’d do anything for you Åārifah Aslam,” I replied.
“I know you would Durgesh,” she started as the milk started to boil over, “but right now I think you should pour us some milk,” she giggled as the warm milk spilled on the floor.
I swore softly as I pulled the pot off the burner and wiped up the spilled milk,
‘If that isn’t a metaphor I don’t know what is,’ I thought to myself.
I poured a glass for myself, and Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“Here you go,” I said.
“Thanks Durgesh,” she said as she kissed me on the cheek, “goodnight, don’t stay up too late,” she said as she walked back upstairs.
I watched her leave and adjusted my hard cock once she was out of sight. I quickly cleaned up and returned to my room.
Messages from Al Åārifah Al Aslam were waiting for me as I sat down.
“I’m here,” I typed.
“Thought I lost you,” she wrote.
“How’d it go?” I asked.
I groaned as Al Åārifah Al Aslam shared the story that I just participated in,
“Sounds hot,” I said.
“You have no idea,” she said, “my pussy is on fire.”
I was thinking about Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s pussy when she asked me her most daring question yet,
“Would you send me a pic of your dick? I’m sopping wet.”
My cock lurched with lust at Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s request,
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I said.
“Deal,” she said. “You first.”
I gulped as Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded quickly; I hadn’t expected her to take me up on my offer.
I turned on my webcam and focused on my hard cock, making sure, only my cock was on screen and nothing that would give away where I was. I took a pic and sent it through the chat.
“Enjoy,” I wrote.
“Mmmmmm that’s bigger than my ex,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said, unknowingly telling me, I had a bigger cock than Muħammad Ħabīb.
“Seriously, that’s a great cock” she continued. “Your Bahū Bégum doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
Two minutes later she sent me a pic in return, it was a pic of Al Åārifah Al Aslam from her breasts down to her wetness, her fingers inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, “Your father in law is the one who doesn’t know what he’s missing,” I typed.
“Think of me when you fuck anyone tonight,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote. “I’ll be thinking of your cock and pretending you’re my step father in law.”
For the next week, we traded more pics as we chatted with the temperature slowly rising to a crescendo the next weekend.
I arrived Saturday afternoon hot and tired and in need of a swim.
I saw Al Åārifah Al Aslam outside so I quickly changed into my trunks and went outside.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked up as I walked outside,
“How was work?”
“Same old same old, glad to be done and in the pool,” I said as I dived into the pool and did a few laps.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I did my laps and hid behind her sunglasses as I pulled myself out of the water.
“Better?” she asked.
“Much better,” I said as I sat down beside her, “have you been in today or is this another one of your ‘dry’ bathing suits?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam stood up and spun around for me, happy to show off her body,
“Does this look like a swim suit you get wet?” she asked.
I smirked as I stood up,
“It does to me!” I said as I picked Al Åārifah Al Aslam up and put her over my shoulder.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam shrieked loudly as I picked her up, “Durgesh! Put me down this instant!”
I chuckled as I carried Al Åārifah Al Aslam to the edge of the pool; she kicked her legs playfully as she squirmed on my shoulder, “what’s that? Can’t hear you. I’ve got this woman screaming on my shoulder.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam squirmed, kicked, and lightly smacked me as I held her,
“Don’t you dare throw me in the water!”
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Crazy to have my son
I awoke to Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb at my bedroom door.
I could barely make out her image as she was silhouetted by the hall light. She was dressed in a short sheer teddy that hung from her beautiful young Musalmān breasts and barely covered her equally attractive Musalmān navel.
Her patch was covered by a sheer matching thong.
“DURGESH? Are you asleep?”
“What is it, darling?”
“I have a headache, Durgesh, and I can’t sleep.”
“Did you take some Tylenol, honey?”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb came into the room and sat down on the side of the bed.
“Yes, Durgesh. But, it’s not helping. Can I just lay here next to you for a while?”
“Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I don’t have any pajamas on.”
She peeled back the blankets just enough to let herself in, then spooned back against her my form.
“Sweetie, you shouldn’t be here like this.”
“Shhhhh, Durgesh. It’s Ok. Just go back to sleep.”
I sighed, closed my eyes, nestled my head into the pillows and drifted off to sleep.
For Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, a thousand naughty thoughts flooded her mind.
This happened every month about this time.
She would have her period and then about ten days later she would get like this.
Her body screamed for attention and nothing she did would satiate her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb played with herself, used dildos, and brought herself to orgasm a hundred times but nothing seemed to quell her lust.
Lately she had turned to porn on the internet.
The sites that turned Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb on the most were all about breeding; taking a man’s seed, letting it grow, making babies and feeding them with her milk.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was fascinated, knowing her body was capable of spawning new life.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was not sexually naïve.
She had her first experiences in high school.
Muħammad Ħabīb, her Abbū, had taken her to the doctor to get the pill when she blossomed a couple of years back.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had always made her Hindu boyfriends wear condoms and never let them cum insider her.
How could Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb trust them not to give her a disease? That’s all her sex-ed classes, back when Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was in high school, ever talked about.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wanted to experience the feel of a man erupting inside her, filling her with cum.
Nevertheless, she needed someone that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could trust. Someone like her Abbū’s friend, Durgesh.
Durgesh is the utmost trustworthy.
He never disclosed anyone’s secrets.
Her friend, Al Sājidah Al Najm, said,
“Durgesh is the real father of my brother, Al Saåīd Al Najm.”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb jumped,
“My father, Muħammad Najmuddīn, was Shahīd, you know.”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb suddenly watched Al Sājidah Al Najm contemptuously,
Al Sājidah Al Najm looked at Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb sternly,
“Are you regretting it now?”’
“Not after I knew that Durgesh is even the real father of my brother.” Al Sājidah Al Najm sighed, “Anyway, now the Hindu scoundrel is my destiny. I’m a one-man girl. Right or wrong, now, Durgesh is my man too, as he is my Ammīs’ man after my Abbū’s shahādat.”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had always loved me.
Since her mother left her father several years ago, I was the man of her life.
Everyone said her parents were after Durgesh’s ever infinite money.
It was prostitution actually, however much it is disguised even.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kept living with me, where she always felt safe.
I was always sweet.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb loved hanging out with me.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb loved to sit with me and watch scary movies.
When the scary parts came on, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb loved to curl up in my arms where she felt safe protected.
The more Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thought about it, the more she realized… Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was in love with Durgesh, as her Ammī herself was.
Despite her frantic desperate attempts to keep herself extremely far away from Durgesh, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb found herself desperately in love with me.
Nevertheless, the more Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb argued with herself, the more desperately she found herself in love with me.
Moreover, to counter attack such arguments, over the past couple of months, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb started looking at the porn sites that talked of incest.
Daddies and daughters together, loving each other, sleeping together.
A loving Durgesh bedding an Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, breeding her and having my handsome male babies.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb saw pictures of beautiful young Musalmān girls pregnant from me, their bellies full, and round, their tits swollen with milk.
No other fantasy gave her the orgasms that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had when thinking about having my sons, not son, from herself.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb started planning to seduce me.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would dress more provocatively around me.
Every time I came home, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would hug me, squeeze me, give me a tender kiss and ask,
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would time her showers to make sure I was around. Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would leave the bathroom door slightly ajar, hoping I would catch a glimpse of her extremely beautiful young female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān nude form.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would make sure she ran into me as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb came out of the bathroom in the tiniest towel Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could find.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would always giggle and kiss me on the cheek before scurrying down the hall to her bedroom.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would leave her bedroom door ajar.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wanted me to see her as she dressed, wanted me to hear her moan as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb masturbated.
She began doing her hair, putting on makeup and perfume, and wearing nighties to our scary movie nights.
When the scary parts happened, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would throw her arms around me, crush her tits against my chest and bury her face in my neck.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would kiss me and say,
“Hold me, Durgesh.”
As the movie progressed and the evening waned, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would get ‘tired’, and lay her head on My lap, stroking my thigh with her nails, and making sure to rest her cheek against the great Hindu bulge in my pants.
This was it.
Pretending sometimes even that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wasn’t aware of it, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb took my Hindu bulge into her mouth and kept enjoying it for hours.
Was it possible she wasn’t aware of it really?
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was ready.
Tonight was the night Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would seduce me to breed her.
When I went to bed Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb showered and shaved.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had a well-defined ‘runway’ just above her young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy and Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb trimmed it to make sure it was perfect for me.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb combed out her hair and moisturized her skin.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb laid down a trail of perfume for me to follow, from behind her ears, down her neck, along her cleavage, across her belly and navel, all leading to her runway where her own natural pheromones would intoxicate me to ravage her.
She dressed in her sexiest sheer nighty.
The top hung off her breasts, her areolas blatantly visible, and her nipples poking at the material.
I would only need to push it aside.
Her thong barely covered her young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womanhood, the fabric so sheer that I would be able to see her slit, taste her wetness, even with the panties in place.
Try as hard as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb couldn’t wait.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb snuck down the hall to my room and listened at the door.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could hear me turn a page of the book I was reading. “Damn,” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thought, as she returned to her room.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay on her bed and fingered herself, thinking about my immensely successful utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock, in her hands, in her mouth, and in her cum hungry young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.*
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thought about the expression on my face as I erupted into to her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could almost feel me pulsating inside her.
Then her orgasm took her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay there in a post-orgasmic haze; wanting to drift off to sleep, but desperately trying to stay awake so as not to miss her opportunity.
Now she is here, nestled in my arms, lying in my bed.
My breath was slow and softened…
‘He’s asleep.’ Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had a sigh of relief.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wriggled again.
I stirred then relaxed.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb reached down and slowly brought my hand to her lips.
Her tongue slowly encircled my middle finger, bathing it in her saliva.
Her lips encased it and she gently sucked on it while caressing it orally.
I stirred again and my hand grabbed her beautiful Musalmān tit, massaging her for a few seconds, before relaxing once again.
Her nipple firmed and moistened with a small drop of milk.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved my hand lower until it was resting against the sheerness of her panties.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved her panties to the side and my palm rested on her runway.
She felt her pussy release new lubricant at the heat of my hand on her mons.
I stirred again. My grip on her pussy tightened, and I was grinding back against her.
In my dream state, I was envisioning a beautiful, firm, round, young Musalmān ass in front of me, and my Uncut Hindu Cock was sliding in and out of my lover’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān passage.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb rolled forward.
I rolled over on my back and snorted.
I continued to dream.
My lover had reversed positions now and had my cock in her hands.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hypnotic eyes looked up at me as she brought her red crimson young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips to my sixty six years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock crown.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb it slowly, gently, seductively, her tongue extending to retrieve the pre-cum Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had milked from my Hindu member.
My lover reached down as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb worked and pulled my briefs away.
I stepped out of them.
I thrust into her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb swallowed more and more of my Hindu shaft.
I reached down.
She disengaged, stood before me and kissed me.
The depths of my dream were shallow now, but the feelings of passion continued.
I could taste myself on her tongue and kissed her back.
I grabbed her with my arms and held her to my body.
She broke from my lips and kissed my neck.
I kissed hers.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb reached down.
My teeth nibbled at her flesh as my lips sucked against the veins of her beautiful young Musalmān neck.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb whispered in my ear,
The words blurred through my brain.
My Musalmān ‘stepdaughter?’…
What am I doing?
But was I really doing anything?
It was Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb herself, that was doing everything to me.
I disengaged and pushed her aside.
“Oh my God! What are you doing, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb?”
“I love you, Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb exclaimed.
“Darling, we can’t do this. This is wrong.”
“Durgesh, this is all I want. All I crave is to be yours and you to be mine. Don’t you love me, Durgesh, my Hindu husband forever? I’m full twenty-six years old, and have every right on the earth to choose a husband of my own choice. Haven’t I?”
“Of course, I love you darling. But, this… this is wrong, darling.”
“It’s ok, Durgesh. And if you don’t want to tell others, I don’t insist. Okay? No one will know. No one knows me here and Ammī lives three states away. Nobody will ever know except you and me. I’ve been thinking about this since I moved in with you. You’re the only man in my life, the only man that I want. I can’t go to bed at night without playing with myself and thinking about you.”
“I cum for you every night, Durgesh; I want you to make love to me. I want you to kiss me and hold me and touch me. I want you to taste me; I get so wet for you. I want you inside me, Durgesh. I want you to put your ever efficient Uncut Hindu Cock in me too.”
“Do you know what you’re saying? Do you know what you’re asking? Darling, if that happened, everything would change. You wouldn’t be my little girl anymore; you’d be the mother of my child.”
“Our child Durgesh, and I’d still be your little girl. I’ll always be your Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, Durgesh. I love you so much. Please, make love to me. Please, put your utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock in me too, Durgesh.”
With that, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me.
First on the cheek, then Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb plied me with soft kisses as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved closer and closer to my lips.
“I love you, Durgesh. I love you very much. I love you more than anyone else, including myself too.”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me lightly on my lips and let her tongue drag across them.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me again and my resolve weakened.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me again and parted my lips with her tongue to find my own waiting to dance with hers.
It twitched to her grasp.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb slowly stroked me as our kisses became more passionate.
I kissed her back, deeply, wetly, my hand cradling her head.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb sighed into my open mouth and I fully committed to taking her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay back on the bed and I followed.
Now it was Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb cradling my head as we kissed.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb raked her nails across the nape of my neck as we kissed with unbridled hunger.
I broke free of her.
My hand moved under her nightie and cupped her breast.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moaned as I pinched her nipple and kissed my way to her cleavage.
My tongue circled her areola, brushing her nipple, teasing her.
I returned to her breast and ravaged her.
I turned my attentions southward.
He left her breasts and returned to the trail of scent Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had laid for me.
I kissed her belly and tongued her navel, causing her to giggle.
I continued my march south staying on course as if following a map to buried treasure. Upon reaching her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mound, I found it covered in her sheer panties.
I lost the trail at this point but knew I was close as her natural scents permeated my senses, wafting through my sinuses.
They were rife with her juices.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb squirmed in delight.
I reached up under her bottom, found the strap and pulled
Her panties fell away as I lifted each leg to remove them.
This Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy that would love me, caress me, kiss me, lick me, coat me in lubricant, grab me, pull me in, surround me with warmth and a velvety feel, clamp down on me and hold me in place while it relieved me of my Hindu seed.
“Darling, I can’t.”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb sat up, threw her arms around me and kissed me. “Please, Durgesh. Make me yours. I’ve wanted this for so long. I want you inside me.”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me again.
I kissed her back, held her tightly and once again committed to mating with her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay back and I went down.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb shuddered and moaned.
I kissed her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb bathed it with her juices.
With each kiss, I sent a shiver up her spine.
Then I would proceed slowly along her slit, caressing her labia, before performing a lazy circle around her bud, then returning to do it all over again.
I stroked it like petting a kitty.
I brought my lips to her bud and encased her engorged clit, my tongue teasing her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb grabbed at the sheets, then at me, but I continued to torture her.
Suddenly her breathing stopped.
A flood of cum poured from her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay there panting, flaccid, destroyed by an orgasm that was all consuming.
I rose up over her and pressed myself against her entrance.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb looked deep into my eyes and nodded,
I held it there for a second, in some ways hoping that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would reconsider and stop me.
Instead, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thrust into me with her hips and took more of my Hindu shaft.
I set up a rhythm, stroking in and out of her.
With each forward thrust, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labia would swallow more of my Hindu shaft, coating me with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān juices. Suddenly, I realized my Hindu man meat was inside my darling Musalmān young girl’s cum hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
I withdrew, but I was stopped from leaving, as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb tightened herself around my Hindu crown.
I thrust into her again and Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb rotated her gorgeous Musalmān hips to meet me.
I could feel my head crash into her Musalmān cervix, causing her to cry out.
It was not a cry of pain but of passion.
I thrust into her again, and again, and again.
Each time Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thrust back at me, feeling me press into her, prying her open, ripening her for insemination.
I looked down.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could feel me swelling inside her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb threw her arms around me.
I grabbed her around the waist and almost crushed her in my arms.
With one last thrust, I engaged her cervix and nature relieved me of any further control.
From deep in my Hindu loins, I gathered my load and my pelvic muscles began a rapid-fire series of contractions.
My cum crawled the length of my shaft and exploded from my slit.
Her pelvic muscles contracted around me, holding me in place.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was finally satiated.
As my release ebbed my grip on her relaxed.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb too released her grip on me.
“I love you, Durgesh.”
“I love you too, darling.” With that, I kissed her.
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