Durgesh Sanā RashīdPosted: December 9, 2015
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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