The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-48Posted: February 8, 2016
1: Of my Musalmān friends
Al Qamar Al Islam looked out the windows and scanned the areas all around us. “Look, there’s no one even in sight! There’s no way you can get pulled over! I’m moving!” She said of her own accord, plopping on my lap.
“Eīshān, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I exclaimed at the sudden plop.
“Sorry, Durgesh darling!” she grinned as she looked up at me with her gorgeous blue Musalmān eyes. “But now I can definitely make it much farther!”
I couldn’t say no to her, and, after all, what did it matter to me?
She was incredibly light and if it made the journey easier, I guess it worked!
After about 20 minutes of us joking around, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, decided to reposition herself a little bit more so she wouldn’t get tired. “Sorry, Durgesh darling, just hang on a sec!” she said as she moved about, sliding closer towards me in the process.
It was at this point that I noticed Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight Musalmān ass start to push into my lap.
She was turned to the side, but her round ass pressed firmly into my leg and I naturally began to get aroused.
I wasn’t impotent after all that can control even now.
Moreover, I am never ashamed of it.
I’m proud of it, instead.
It Al Qamar Al Islam’s own decision.
I never proposed it to her.
Then why should I be ashamed of something I wasn’t responsible for?
I watched her tight shorts ride up to the top of her smooth round Musalmān thighs and hug her wide hips as she continued to get comfortable.
We sat in the same position for a while longer before my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, got a little antsy from doing nothing.
“Hey, Durgesh darling?” She asked sheepishly.
“Yeah, Al Qamar Al Islam? What’s up?” I asked smiling, wondering what was up this time.
“You think I can steer for a little bit? I’m super bored! There’s still no one around us, and we’re just on a straight road!” she tried to reason before I could even try to object.
“How are you gonna even reach turned that way?” I asked, after all, she was still facing the passenger seat with her legs over the console.
“It’s fine! Look how roomy it is on the driver side” she said as she lifted herself and turned around, placing her legs between mine and clutching the wheel.
She slid further down into my leg as she basically sat three quarters of the way forward and right in my lap.
“Sorry, Al Qamar Al Islam, I’m not gonna let you steer. That’s too dangerous. Just make sure you’re still comfortable. We still have quite a while to go.”
“Aww,” she said, obviously disappointed. “It’s fine though, this is actually more comfortable than before.”
I, too, had worn comfortable clothes and because of it had only really thin shorts on.
I continued to drive in this uncomfortable position before the interstate suddenly got smaller and we drove onto an obviously less well kept part of it.
The road began to get very bumpy.
The car rattled as we drove over the uneven surface, and as the bumps got bigger my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, who didn’t have a seatbelt, started to bounce in the car.
She bounced on my lap, untrapping my hardness in the process.
“It’s nothing honey, just ignore it,” I said, not embarrassed even slightly.
Was I responsible for what was happening?
Al Qamar Al Islam was herself doing it.
And perhaps enjoying it as well, very much.
As my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, bounced from the unevenness of the road, I got a good view of her fantastic Musalmān tits moving up and down right in front of me.
I continued to harden as I stared at Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s breasts, still trying to navigate the road.
Thankfully, it was still straight.
Finally, her jostling started to pull down my shorts.
A huge bump caused her to slide down my lap again and bring my shorts with her, pulling them free from my upper lap.
I was too crammed on the bumpy road to be able to do anything.
“Oh fuck, Durgesh darling!” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, moaned.
I was shocked at my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, behavior, yet I still had to drive.
Just as I began to say something, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, moved her hips up and attempted to do something.
She answered me with her actions.
“Al Qamar Al Islam?” I said, questioningly.
“Allah Allah, God, Durgesh darling! I’m so fucking wet. I need you to fuck me right here. I can’t wait any longer. I haven’t gotten off in a week!” She looked into my eyes with her slight pout, begging me to continue with her.
Before I could react to her words and her admission of masturbation she grabbed one of my arms off the wheel and placed my hand on her firm breast.
“Oh fuck!” I moaned as I kneaded her breast in my hand.
At this point, I could no longer wait.
I momentarily released the wheel, and lifted my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, up and placed her onto my enormous Hindu shaft.
My girth was practically splitting her petite Musalmān Cunt in half. “Allah! Oh God, you’re filling me up so much. Your Uncut Hindu Cock is so fucking big, Durgesh darling! Ammījān is very lucky. I don’t believe she is really suffering from any disease. She needs your Sex Therapy not to cure her medically. She needs to be cured, I think, sexually rather.”
“Fuck me!” she screamed as I finally bottomed out into Al Qamar Al Islam.
Before she hit the end, she moved down again and began sliding up and down in my lap.
I was absolutely shocked, not realizing the game would be about anything sexual.
However, I immediately controlled myself from being uncomfortable.
Being uncomfortable never solved any problem of anyone anywhere.
On the contrary it made everyone ridiculous and always increased his/her problems.
I turned towards her, seeing her blush bright red.
She could afford her, never I.
I was her father in law after all, step or else.
Moreover, she had requested me to play her husband now.
“Why are you asking me that? I’m not gonna answer! That’s private!” she said, turning a bright shade of red.
“Come on, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! This is the game! You chose truth, now do you want to answer or not?”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm gulped, looking once again at the bag.
Clearly, she still wanted it.
“We’ve fucked against the open window in the front of our house before. Also, we do it on the kitchen counter pretty often, of course while everyone else is away.” She said, to my complete amazement.
I was shocked.
Firstly, I was surprised she answered the question.
Secondly, I was amazed they had done anything so exhibitionist. I began to get aroused, picturing myself fucking her brains out on top of the kitchen counter.
I shook my head, trying to get the image out of my head, cursing myself for thinking about something so taboo.
The rest of the round went by, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm now joining in on the little meetings, each couple choosing truth and being asked something of a similar sexual nature.
All four of the couples continued to drink while playing, and we had all gotten noticeable drunker as the turns went around.
Finally, it was our turn again, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and I talked for a bit before deciding which to choose: truth or dare.
“I don’t really want to hear you talk about that, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm” I said, frankly.
I was too aroused at all the talk of sex.
“I agree,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm started, “plus, we only have on truth left for the entire game. We should see what a dare is. If it’s just something like a peck, we can handle it.”
“We choose dare this time!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, firmly.
“Oooh,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, smiling mischievously.
The other couples convened again, this time really only the three women at all bothering to even lean in, before breaking once again.
“Okay. We dare you to take off your costume top and bottom, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.”
I was shocked once again.
Apparently we weren’t trying to do anything light at all; we were gunning for the win.
“What?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm quipped, blushing at the idea even being thrown out. “I can’t do that! I’m not even wearing a bra underneath my top!”
This immediately got my attention, as my eyes shot to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s perky Musalmān breasts.
I could clearly see her nipples poking through the fabric.
“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! You want the bag, don’t you? Do it, or forfeit.”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm bit her lip, looking back and forth between the bag and I, deciding what to do.
Finally, she made her decision, blushing as she slowly untied her top, letting her perky Musalmān breasts fall against her chest.
I gasped as her breasts fell into view.
She got up, sliding her skirt down her waist, leaving her completely naked save for her tiny, lace panties and the face paint on her cheeks.
The men immediately stared at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s beautiful Musalmān tits, obviously enjoying the view.
I blatantly ogled Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s Musalmān breasts, now completely hard under my suit.
They were perfectly sized, big enough to be cupped but not too big for her frame.
She had cute, perky nipples that just begged to be squeezed.
My mouth watered at the thought of fucking Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s tight Musalmān ass from behind while I groped her tits.
I could only view her with lust now.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm sat down, blushing as she realized everyone was staring at her.
Her panties hardly covered her round Musalmān ass, and her legs and hips looked incredible as her scantily clad bottom pressed against the cold floor.
Without any clothes on, her nipples started to harden, chilled by the air.
“Okay,” she said, breaking the silence. “Who’s next?” she asked, placing her hands over the front of her panties, covering where her pussy would be.
“It’s our turn,” one of the other women spoke up, apparently named Al Shāziyah. “But Allah, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, your tits are so fucking perfect. It must be nice having big, perky ones like that.” She said, grabbing her own breasts, which were smaller somewhat.
Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb was an Iraqi woman with large breasts and gorgeous, sunkissed skin.
She had the Iraqi curves and wore a revealing witch costume.
The round continued, moving around to each couple.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, to my delight, had also been dared to take her costume off, revealing her tight Musalmān body.
Unlike Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, however, she was wearing a bra.
It barely covered her large, creamy breasts as she unzipped the top part of her suit, sliding it down to her waist.
“Do I have to take the whole thing off?” she asked, hesitant.
“You made up the rules, hon.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, frankly.
“Okay…” she said, slipping the rest of the skintight suit over her beautiful Iraqi Årab Musalmān ass and down her legs, stepping out of it.
As she rolled it down, I realized I had been right about her not wearing panties.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, while hesitant at first, didn’t seem to care that much about being naked.
I looked up, making eye contact with Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.
“Naughty much, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, going with no panties on?” the other woman spoke up. I had learned she was a petite Lebanese woman named Sabīħah.
She had big breasts, but wore a slutty outfit that complimented her white skin and showed off her legs.
She was wearing black thigh highs and the normal white apron that tied around her waist, showing off her figure.
She was definitely very cute.
“Says the girl in the slutty outfit?” she said, laughing.
“Yeah, but at least I’m not flashing everyone! Anyway, it’s our turn, we choose our last truth.”
The women asked another intimate question this time
and more interesting.
“Have you ever taken it up the ass?” they asked, giggling.
Sabīħah immediately blushed, looking away.
“Yes, I have. Honestly, it felt really good.”
“What?” the man behind her spoke up, probably her husband.
They both wore wedding rings.
I chuckled to myself, amused at the fact they had probably been married for several years and yet they didn’t know that about each other.
“Maybe I’ll let you do it sometime.” Sabīħah added, kissing him.
After everyone finished going, it was Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s and my turn again.
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