Durgesh Sanā Rashīd
Sanā Rashīd just couldn’t stay awake any longer.
She didn’t care how mad her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, was going to be.
It didn’t make sense to her anyway why we all had to stay awake on the long drive from Pennsylvania to South Carolina.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was the only one doing the driving.
With a huff, Sanā Rashīd pulled her hood from her sweatshirt over her eyes, slumped down in the seat, and drifted off to dreamland.
I glared at my live in relationship partner, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd out of the corner of my eye.
It was her dumbass idea to drive instead of fly to South Carolina and now she was complaining about having to do all the driving.
I would love to drive myself but Sanā Rashīd’s insistence that she needed to talk with me something serious about her career, made it impossible.
It was why flying to visit her younger daughter at college in South Carolina made so much more sense but Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was being her usual martyr self and would rather complain about having to do all the work than take an easier way.
Glancing in the backseat, I saw Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter, Sanā Rashīd.
I smiled to myself when I realized she was sound asleep.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd would be pissed but I couldn’t care less.
At the next rest stop, I was going to tell Al Zubédah Al Waħīd I was getting in the back with Sanā Rashīd.
I could stretch out back there no matter how mad Al Zubédah Al Waħīd got.
What would she do?
Whine and complain?
She did that all the time anyway.
With a strange feeling of confusion, Sanā Rashīd awoke in the backseat.
She realized right away that we had stopped because she could smell the cheese chips Al Zubédah Al Waħīd snacked on and she knew we had been all gone before.
The next thing Sanā Rashīd realized was that I was across the seat from her, sound asleep.
She smiled at the nerve it took for him to stand up to Al Zubédah Al Waħīd.
I was a soft-spoken, laid-back man for the most part, wherever the welfare of womankind was concerned.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was just the opposite.
She deliberately imposed herself on Durgesh.
Sanā Rashīd’s Abbū, Åbdul Rashīd was one of the best friends Durgesh had.
He called her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, Bhābhījān.
Yet her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, never accepted Durgesh as her dutiful husband’s friend.
Even Sanā Rashīd could not avoid noticing it.
“Ammī,” Sanā Rashīd complained, “Keep yourself away from Durgesh.”
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd laughed.
“Sanā Rashīd,” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd countered back her twenty seven years old beautiful young daughter, “Why don’t you call him ‘uncle’, instead of ‘Durgesh’?”
“Isn’t he sixty five already? You are only twenty seven.”
“Nonsense,” Sanā Rashīd thrashed her Ammī, yet kept smiling cunningly.
“Why nonsense? Sanā Rashīd, I wasn’t born yesterday. I’m your Ammī.”
“When you know I’m interested in the ever infamous Hindu scoundrel, why don’t you keep away?”
“Why the hell should I? Your Abbū can’t satisfy me sexually.” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd blurted out ultimately.*
Sanā Rashīd often found herself cheering for me in the relationship because she felt Al Zubédah Al Waħīd often stepped all over me, taking undue advantage of my immense humanity and immense generosity to the entire womankind.
She ignored Al Zubédah Al Waħīd and lay down deliberately on my lap to get more comfortable.
In no time, she fell asleep once again.
I was having a most erotic dream.
I could feel pressure against my groin area, a warmth that was all but teasing me because it was so strange.
Fighting off sleep, I remembered that I was in the car with Al Zubédah Al Waħīd and her eldest daughter.
Glancing down in the dark car, I saw Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter was asleep in my lap, her nose pressed against my groin.
Despite myself, I felt an erection begin.
I wasn’t sure if it was just the sight of her sweet little twenty eight-year-old daughter in my lap.
Nevertheless, I had to shift a bit due to the way my growing cock strained against my jeans.
I closed my eyes in an attempt to rid myself of the visual image of what was happening.
Waking up slowly, Sanā Rashīd felt something poking at her nose.
She opened her eyes and realized she had all but buried her face in my crotch.
Just when she was about to move away in embarrassment, however, she noticed my cock must have been hard the way it was straining against her face.
Sneaking a peak, she looked up at me and saw that my eyes were closed so I must have still been sleeping and not aware of my erection.
Without thinking, she squeezed her legs together.
With a start, Sanā Rashīd realized she was getting wet in her pussy from even this limited contact.
Could she risk taking this further?
With another peak at my closed eyes, she slowly reached a hand up to my zipper and gently pulled it down.
She thought she heard me gasp but when she looked up, my eyes were still shut as if in sleep.
Even her Ammī left her Abbū for it.
For it, or for Durgesh’s infinitely increasing already infinite money?
Durgesh’s incredible clandestine political and spiritual power?
They say Durgesh is immortal.
They even claim that Durgesh’s immortality is transferred to his women too when he fucks them.
I could barely take it any longer!
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s young daughter was touching my hard Hindu cock!
I wanted to moan aloud but of course alert being caught.
I couldn’t let things go any longer, though.
Slowly, I covered Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s fingers with my own.
She looked up at me with a start and this time I met her stare.
“You started this,” I told her with my eyes.
Slowly, her beautiful young smart eldest girl smiled at me.
Careful to keep my head down to hide my opened eyes and expression from Al Zubédah Al Waħīd in the front seat, I too smiled back at her.
Sanā Rashīd could hardly believe what was happening but she loved every minute of it.
After somewhat an hour of it, I was ready to explode already as Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter sucked and licked the end of my hard Hindu cock.
I cupped Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s pussy through her jeans and felt it wet and hot against my palm.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s sweet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughter managed to take more and more of my rock-like Uncut Hindu Dick into her young Musalmān mouth, more than even her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd ever had.
She rode my hand with abandon as it worked against her pussy.
We rested for a Moment in the backseat of the car while Al Zubédah Al Waħīd drove through the night without a clue as to the fact that her Hindu husband’s Uncut Hindu Cock was growing flaccid in her daughter’s mouth while her husband’s hand was nestled against her daughter’s incredibly wet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
Sanā Rashīd realized she must have drifted off again, so sated had she been in orgasmic bliss.
When next she became aware, it was daylight and she lay alone in the backseat of the car.
That’s when she realized we were at a hotel.
She found a room key resting by her head so she grabbed her bags and headed to the room printed on the key.
Inside, she found Al Zubédah Al Waħīd taking off her shoes and me just coming out of the shower.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd glared at her.
“Well, look here. It’s sleeping beauty.” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd shook her head and walked to her suitcase. “I’m going to take a long shower and then I’m going to sleep for a few hours. I don’t care what they two of you do but I know neither one of you need any sleep since you just got plenty.”
She slammed the door to the bathroom.
We faced each other across the now empty hotel room.
As soon as the water started inside the bathroom, the space between us vanished as we hurried to each other.
I swept a hand around Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s waist and lifted her so that her mouth met my in a hot, wet kiss.
Our tongue’s tangled as Sanā Rashīd’s legs came up around my waist.
I settled my hands on Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s young daughter’s sweet Musalmān ass and helped her to move against me.
I was rock hard once again.
Sanā Rashīd moaned.
“Please, fuck me, Durgesh,” she breathed against my mouth. “I too need to feel that hard utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock inside my now ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. I want it to explode inside me just like before.”
“Oh, Sanā Rashīd, my sweetie, I want that too but I don’t know if we have time before your Ammī comes out,” I said with a hesitation somewhat.
She jumped down off me and gently pushed me onto the bed.
“We’ll listen for the shower to stop,” she told me, yanking her shirt over her head. “We can stop and then pick it up again when she falls asleep.”
Her bra left her beautiful body next and she loved the way my mouth seemed to water at the sight of her.
“I think we’ve already proven that we can be quiet.”
Pushing her jeans down her body, her panties went with them so that she stood completely naked in front of me, the ever infamous, yet always utmost wanted by beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
“Please, Durgesh,” she asked sweetly.
All I could do was grin at her and hold out my hand.
She was on top of me in no time, both of us yanking at my clothes until I was naked as well.
My fingers found her first and dove in to find her hot and wet, making me moan.
“Oh, Sanā Rashīd,” I said again. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sanā Rashīd lay down next to me and spread her legs.
She grabbed my hand and pushed me deeper into her.
“I don’t care, Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of us both Ammī and daughter. I want you inside me. Put your ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in me too, Durgesh darling. Please,” she begged.
I couldn’t refuse such a request so I angled myself over her, lowering between her spread legs.
Then, I entered her slowly, torturing us both with the blessed feelings.
When I felt her virginal Musalmān wall, I still not hesitated.
I never felt guilty about what I was about to do.
I was going to take Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s virginity.
When Sanā Rashīd raised her hips in wanton desire, even all of my hesitation, if there was somewhat, vanished and I slammed down into her.
Oh, it hurt.
I had a huge cock and Sanā Rashīd was a tiny girl.
Nevertheless, she quickly wrapped her legs around me, embracing the pain as it quickly led to pleasure.
She moaned and began to meet my powerful Hindu thrusts over and over again, begging me to keep fucking her.
“Durgesh darling, you’re so big and so hard inside me! Fuck me harder! Yes, Durgesh, I love you inside me. Cum in me, Durgesh. Please cum in me!” She wanted that hot Hindu cum in her more than she wanted to take her next breath.
Even if Al Zubédah Al Waħīd came out of the bathroom at that very Moment, Sanā Rashīd wasn’t going to let me stop fucking her.
It felt so incredibly good and nothing was going to stop her from finding her fulfilment.
I couldn’t hold back and shot into her over and over as she moaned against me.
I stayed inside her and on top of her as we both fought to even our breathing.
I looked down at Sanā Rashīd.
“We can’t do this again, Sanā Rashīd.” I told her gravely.
She just smiled.
“Nonsense, Durgesh darling. Yes, we can. We can till we both exist.”
We both heard the shower stop then.
We had to scramble to put our clothes back on.
“I hope you two are having a grand time,” she told us with sarcasm.
Then, she flopped down and went to sleep.
Sanā Rashīd grinned at me.
I met her eyes boldly.
She smiled seductively once more.
Seducing me might be almost as fun for her as fucking me ultimately.
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Thank you that you cheated her
Kulsūm Naåīm could not bear that Zāhid Altāf cheated on her.
It was three weeks ago that she had found it.
Was it Islam?
Kulsūm Naåīm never loved the bastard.
Zāhid Altāf wasn’t her choice ever.
She loved Durgesh instead.
Zāhid Altāf could not bear it.
“But why? When Islam prohibits…”
“Well,” Zāhid Altāf couldn’t face the reality.
It went on indefinitely.
Yet, ultimately, Zāhid Altāf had succeeded in convincing Kulsūm Naåīm
To marry him instead of a live in relationship with me.
Kulsūm Naåīm could never believe Zāhid Altāf would cheat her ever.
There had been a terrible fight, and Kulsūm Naåīm kicked him out of the house.
Zāhid Altāf had come crawling, begging her to take him back.
Kulsūm Naåīm gave in, eventually, but she hadn’t forgiven him yet.
The atmosphere during our first dinner together as a family again was icy at best.
Now, after eight years of their marriage, Kulsūm Naåīm was the CFO of an international business, and Zāhid Altāf was, well, the stay at home house husband, nothing more.
Since I was also there living in relationship with the sisters of both Kulsūm Naåīm and Zāhid Altāf, there wasn’t much for Zāhid Altāf to do, of course.
That’s what got him in trouble in the first place.
“Kulsūm Naåīm, I’m really sorry for what I did, if there’s any–” Zāhid Altāf started.
“Oh shut it, Zāhid Altāf,” snapped Kulsūm Naåīm. “You already know what you’re going to do to make it up.”
“Kulsūm Naåīm, please, there has to be something else I–”
“No,” interrupted Kulsūm Naåīm again, irritated. “My mind is set. You agreed to it. In writing.” Zāhid Altāf looked absolutely dejected.
I looked sternly at Zāhid Altāf,
“Uh, what are you guys talking about? What’s Zāhid Altāf gonna do?”
“Oh, he’s not gonna do anything. Isn’t that right, my dear?” She sounded as if she were talking to a child, instead of her duly wedded husband.
Zāhid Altāf glowered, and replied tersely,
He hated it when Kulsūm Naåīm used that voice, especially on him.
“So what’s going on?” I asked, feeling somewhat left out, even while I was trying to help them out.
Kulsūm Naåīm stood up, and stretched.
She hadn’t changed since coming home from the office.
She still wore her power suit.
It consisted of a light gray knee length skirt, and white button up blouse with ruffles.
“Mmm, I needed that,” she sighed. “Another long day at the office.” She walked over, and stood next to me. “Listen, Durgesh, my ever competent Hindu Bahnoī, my Hindu Nandoī Shrī, I have to ask you something.”
Without giving me a chance to speak, she swept my plate off the table.
It shattered on the floor, cutlery clinking loudly.
“Kulsūm Naåīm, what are you doing?”
She hoisted herself up on the table, sitting down right in front of me, legs hanging down to one side.
I was thoroughly confused.
“What I want to ask you, my dear, sweet Kulsūm Naåīm, is if you want to help me.”
I studied her face–framed by shoulder length, smooth brown hair–while she looked down at me from her perch.
I noticed her coquettish smile. “Help with what?” I inquired, not hesitantly even a bit.
The entire situation felt unusual, somehow.
Not that Kulsūm Naåīm had the habit of clearing the table by dumping everything on the floor, but her whole demeanor was different today.
She lifted her legs, and placed the hose covered feet on the chair, to each side of my legs.
Then she spread her knees apart.
My eyes were drawn to the spot between her legs, yet my heart never skipped a beat.
I wasn’t a child.
I was sixty-six already, even if I still looked of twenty-eight only ever.
Kulsūm Naåīm definitely wasn’t wearing any panties.
Her smooth shaven lips were puffed up, and glistened with wetness. Between the swollen lips protruded her labia, tempting me with promises of pleasure.
“KULSŪM NAÅĪM!” I cried out joyfully.
She leaned backwards, with her hands flat against the table, sticking out her breasts at me, while biting her lower lip.
“You see, your ever incompetent Musalmān sālā, Zāhid Altāf, came to me last night, and begged on his knees for forgiveness.”
My eyes kept being drawn back to her pussy, and she made no attempts at modesty.
“He said I could do anything I wanted to him. He even said if I wanted to, I could cheat on him. A free pass, he said.”
I was speechless, yet my heart was not pounding in my chest.
I had utmost experiences already in these matters.
She sat up and started undoing her blouse.
With every button that opened, more of her breasts came into view.
They were round and plump, absolutely gorgeous.
Kulsūm Naåīm kept smiling cunningly, triumphantly.
“I liked the sound of that, so I thought to myself who I should sleep with.”
Her dark nipples were poking out, hard as diamonds. “And the answer was pretty easy. Why, it had to be the person in the world I love the most.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Or seeing, for that matter.
I’ve never thought about Kulsūm Naåīm in that way, but seeing her like this, positively oozing with sex, practically throwing herself at me, tugged at something deep inside my soul.
I could smell her perfume, mixed with something more exotic, muskier.
At that Moment, Zāhid Altāf coughed.
Yet I didn’t nearly jump out of my skin.
Even though, I had completely forgotten he had been there.
Kulsūm Naåīm turned around.
“What do you say, Zāhid Altāf? Do you think I should have sex with our sweet Hindu Bahnoī, of both of us, if that’s what it costs for me to take you back?”
Zāhid Altāf looked down, and I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind.
“Yes,” he muttered, finally.
Kulsūm Naåīm chuckled.
She reached out, and swept everything off the table she could reach.
Plates and glasses shattered as they hit the floor, and the large serving bowl made a loud crash.
“Zāhid Altāf, be a dear and clean that up,” she crooned in a fake honeysuckle voice.
She turned back to me, took off her blouse completely, and tossed it on the floor along with all the broken shards.
Zāhid Altāf got up and left the room.
The skirt slowly slid up, and I watched in rapt attention as her puckered asshole came into view.
It slid up further, revealing once again her wet, puffy lips.
Juices flowed freely from her slit, and dripped onto the table.
She pulled off the skirt the rest of way, then threw it aside.
Even though she was my Salhaj, Kulsūm Naåīm, I couldn’t help but want to fuck her.
She needed it very much.
I was her first choice.
Zāhid Altāf talked her out of it.
Yet now she was returning to her original choice.
“Then do it.” Kulsūm Naåīm winked at me.
I needed no further encouragement.
I stood up while pulling down my pants and underwear in one motion.
The door opened, and Zāhid Altāf came back in.
He had brought a broom and trash can to clean up the mess.
Kulsūm Naåīm wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me closer.
It felt so good, and I sighed in pleasure.
It was a tight fit, but Kulsūm Naåīm kept pulling me closer, until I was finally in all the way.
“Ho. Ly. Shit, Allah Rabbil åālmīn,” gasped Kulsūm Naåīm. “This is fucking incredible.”
Zāhid Altāf started picking up some of the bigger shards, and tossed them into the trash.
“Come on Durgesh, fuck Kulsūm Naåīm. Fuck Kulsūm Naåīm, my wife, hard. She needs it very much now.”
I smiled triumphantly,
Zāhid Altāf shrugged.
He didn’t utter a word.
“I tried to explain you, Zāhid Altāf, when you talked Kulsūm Naåīm out of my live in relationship to marry her. It’s not easy once they decide to have me and then forget me forever.”
I started thrusting, slowly at first.
The perversity of fucking the woman, who preferred Zāhid Altāf on me, even if she was misguided by him, was intense.
Every motion was accompanied by Kulsūm Naåīm’s loud, guttural moans.
I grabbed her thighs, and started pounding.
The few remaining table settings rattled with every stab.
“Fuck yes, that’s it. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, over and over for hours.
I was never close to orgasm.
After as if an infinity, Zāhid Altāf heard from me, what he wanted to hear from me hours before.
“I’m gonna…cum soon…Kulsūm Naåīm,” I panted.
“Don’t stop, keep going, Durgesh. Cum in me, please.”
I came, hard.
“Allah! Yā Allah! Oh fuck, oh God, oh God, yeeees,” she yelled, devolving into a loud, wordless scream, as her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shook with her own orgasm.
I was breathless and just stood there, processing everything.
Kulsūm Naåīm was lying on the table, laughing a deep, satisfied laugh.
She had waited for it for years.
I sat back down in the chair, my softening cock exiting Kulsūm Naåīm’s Musalmān pussy with a squelching pop.
She sat up, and hopped off the table, onto my lap.
“That was fantastic, Durgesh,” she told me, and leaned in for a kiss.
Her lips were playful, her tongue was quick, and I was mesmerized by her passionate hunger.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and broke the kiss.
“That’s the spirit.” I reached around, and squeezed her supple cheeks with both my hands.
Instead of bouncing up and down, she just rocked her hips back and forth, gyrating on my Hindu dick.
It was an incredibly intense stimulation of my still sensitive Hindu penis.
I cupped her breast, and started playing with her hard nipples, kissing her on the cheek, and nibbling at her earlobe, while I felt her hot, shallow breath against my neck.
“I’m gonna cum again, ultimately, not right now,” I told her.
She started kissing me again, and gyrated faster, and faster, for hours again, until I exploded a second time, pumping my Hindu load inside her, while her lips were intertwined with mine, taking my breath away.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” She stood up.
The instant my cock left her pussy, I missed the feeling of warmth and comfort it gave me, longing to be buried inside of her, forever.
“We’ll definitely have to do this again, and soon.”
Kulsūm Naåīm winked at Zāhid Altāf.
Zāhid Altāf tried to smile back at her, but could not very well.
It was his intense humiliation after all.
We kissed again, and then she left the room, still naked.
I was aware of Zāhid Altāf again, who was kneeling on the floor, gathering broken plates and glass.
I tried getting up quietly.
I was just about to leave the room, when I heard his soft voice.
“Durgesh, just…treat her better than I did. Don’t make the same mistake, ok?”
“Ok, Zāhid Altāf, Thank you that you cheated her. It brought her ultimately to me.” I replied, and left the room to look for Kulsūm Naåīm.
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