It must be respected: 1Posted: November 22, 2015
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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